Authors Note: Another Begining chapter for a durarara story. This idea came to me in the middle of a dream one day so i decided to write a story about it. :) here ya go... Please Review

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Chapter One: Who is even worth caring?

Now on my whatever number drink I was on I slowly stumbled off the bar stool onto my feet. After leaving a tip for the bartender I walked toward the exit. With my vision hazy someone grabbed my arm pulling me backwards. I nearly tripped with my uncordinated stance. I cocked my head to the side of me to see a true greaseball sweaty and full of himself. "Hey skinny legs how about you come in the back with me where I can show you a good time."

Ugh, this guy was truly disgusting. "Tempting offer but no thank you." Izaya politely stated as trying to break out of the man's hold, but unfortunatly he didn't agree with Izaya's answer.

"No, cutie. We are going to go have a good time."

I had about enough of this guy, I had places to be. Swiftly I pulled out my knife and held it to him. "Sorry, I am a little too much for you to handle. There is only one person let alone man that can satisfy my needs and you are not him."

Getting away I started to shuffle my way to Ikebukuro. I was tired of living, I was tired of being cast aside with noone who wanted me around. Sure, Shizu-chan hates me, but that is why it was so much fun to keep seeing each other. We were some entertainment for each other in our lives. Sadly though, recently Shizuo has been avoiding me. I was being ignored every time I entered his city. I would taunt him, joke at him, try and annoy him with a variety of things to set him off, but nothing. Nothing triggered his hatred for me, he just continued to walk along the streets as if i was not even in front of him. That is why, I need to get Shizu-chan to kill me. With him out of my life for the past half of a year I realized my life holds no meaning to me. He was the sole reason I stove on in life. Now with me alone, by myself once again, it had to be him and him alone that killed me. Like every one of his threats I used to receive daily, today I planned on making his dream come true, with me gone, forever. Once this deed was done everything would be ok. Shizuo would have his city, me my release of trying to fit in. It would all be...okay.

Finally entering Ikebukuro I noticed all the empty streets and lonely lights that lite up this wonderful city. Slowly dragging my feet, unlike my usual skipping approach, I stepped though the darkness that was Shizuo's territory.

Deciding not to waste time I began to call for my playmate who wondered these very streets. "Shizu-chan." I called. Looking in all different directions I twirled around to check behind me. No one. Fisting my hands in my pockets I again called out. "Shizu-chan! Come out and play!" Nothing. Silence cursed my ears as I called again and again as wondering down the streets of this city. It wasn't much of a city, it wasn't the biggest, nor really much of a small place to live. This city was more to me than a location. It was a place where I felt home, I felt more accepted. My love for humans was a strange obession but it kept me away from the thought that I was indeed a monster inside. Maybe that was why I always annoyed Shizu-chan so much. That I felt we were the same and could embrace the loneliness together while keeping at our distant space away from each other. The hatred that grew from the moment we met, that was the sense of competion I assume. I can never truely recall why the emotion of hate was the first thing I felt for him, but all I did know is that I loved this game we played.

Hearing voices in distant tones brought me out of my thoughts to try and listen, being the informant I am I could never stray away from the chance for a good amount of imformation.

"He is ridiculous! I mean what kind of asshole does that?" One of the male voices whispered.

"Watch what you say man! He could pop up any moment." A more nervous voice stated.

A third voice spoke up with a monotoned stamina. "He is not coming out, if Izaya is not here than he won't be here."

"No I seen him the other day, he looked really pissed about something." Nervously speaking the male added.

"Heh. I don't give a fuck. If that ass wants to take a stroll let him take a walk through this dump. He won't do shit. Didn't you see him the other day with Yakuzawa? He practically brushed off the little prick when he tried to hit him in the head. Shizuo just kept on walking and told him to go bug someone else. If he shows up he won't do jack-"

The voice was cut off? By what? I slightly turn my head around the corner to see Shizu-chan holding the man by his throat. Shizuo just held him still letting his feet dangle above the ground beneath him. With a puff of smoke into the male's face Shizuo's gruff voice spoke. "Better watch your tongue around here, especially with me around."

"You don't have the balls Heiwajima. With that stupid little ass of yours gone you-"

"I said watch your mouth! Don't speak of something you know nothing about." I watch Shizuo throw the man to the ground. "Get the hell out of here before I make you." All three men scrambled themselves together and scurried away from the monster that was Shizuo Heiwajima.

I watch Shizuo puff another smoke from his cigarette as he watched the men take their leave. His face held a certain emotion to it. I almost mistook it as anger, but it appeared to be more of an irritation. What was he so irritated about? I haven't been back to Ikebukuro in months. Deciding that I left in too much of thought with my plan in motion I called for him again, knowing this time he would hear me. "Shizu-chan!" I sing-songed as leaning against the wall of a building. Instantly the blonde turned around to face me at the sound of my voice. His glasses hung on the end of his nose, his fingers clenching in his fist for the fist time to me in months.

Authors Note: So yeah.. Yadadaadada Please Review :)