Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! nor do I own any of the characters used in this story.

Izaya had really done it this time. He had come to Ikebukuro that day to tease Shizuo some more, as he so loved to do. However, things didn't go exactly as planned. He ended up running into some gangsters about whose gang he had sold some information. In fact, he didn't exactly run into them, it was more of an ambush. That particular gang had been very wary about the informant and didn't take too kindly about information leaks. By that stage they had already taken care of the person on the inside who had given Izaya the information in the first place, but they still couldn't exactly let Izaya walk free now that he knew all the gang's secrets, now could they? And on top of it all Izaya didn't really know how to shut up and flaunted his knowledge on all the gang members present at the ambush, which in turn only angered them even more.

It didn't take long before they started chasing him. Luckily Izaya was quick on his feet and able to outrun them for most of the time. Unfortunately for him, his pursuers had much higher stamina then he and they started to catch up to him after quite a long time of running. His exhaustion starting to cloud his mind, Izaya decided to run into a building and hoped to lose them there. He darted up the stairs as fast as he could and eventually he came out onto the rooftop of the building. He slowed down and started panting heavily, completely out of breath. He turned around when he heard the loud footsteps of the gang members approaching him. Confident that they had him trapped, they also stopped running. Izaya backed away slowly, towards the edge of the building that overlooked an alleyway. What was he supposed to do now?

Izaya began to panic. He had never been in a situation like this before. He usually had control over everything. He was usually the one who manipulated things to his desire. He never got caught off guard. He was never surprised. So how did things come to this? He glanced over his shoulder to look at the alleyway. One of the gangsters approached him and grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to turn around and, after digging in Izaya's pockets, held his own knife to his throat.

"Not so smug now, are ya?" The thug teased. Izaya made no comment. His reasoning was a mixture of desperately trying to keep his composure and desperately trying to find a way out of this. By not giving an answer, he only served to annoy the man even more.
"Che. Just die already," He growled, then shoved him over the edge of the building and tossed his knife down after him.

Just the beginning, will be writing some more soon! Please review! :D