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Maybe I just... Pt. 1

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    Rain. Thunder. More rain.
    Izaya sat on the wide window sill, looking down at the people hurrying below in the wet, drizzling precipitation. He watched no one in particular, but watched all the same. Red eyes roved aimlessly around the view slowly, no goal in mind. A laptop lay in his lap, gone into sleep mode due to inactivity. His fur-lined jacket lay discarded on the back of his deskchair, leaving Izaya's bare arms open to the cold room, as he had on a light teeshirt. The room was dark, what with there being no lights on. Hardly a sound could be heard in the dim room; that is, until Izaya started murmuring to himself.
    "Run, little people run," he said in a voice so soft you could use it for a pillow. "Run through the rain."
    He didn't so much as flinch when a loud clap of thunder came out of nowhere. No, Orihara Izaya was used to this kind of weather. He didn't have any feelings towards it but hatred at the moment. Instead of going out and bothering a certain godyguard like he had wanted to, he was stuck inside, bored to death and glaring at rain.
    "Shizu-chan..."
    Izaya found his thoughts were drifting towards 'Shizu-chan.' The man's real name was Shizuo- Hewajima Shizuo, but Izaya never used anything but his nickname for the obsurdly powerful bodyguard. Quite personally, he thought it was funny to see Shizuo's reaction to the name each time he heard it. The information broker never knew what would be thrown at him next.
    Chuckling, Izaya stared at his reflection, noting his appearance. A softly curving face, with reddish eyes looking back from skin the colour of the moon; not so much pale, but definitely creamy. The reflection wore a black tee, one just tight enough to cling, but baggy enough to allow the wearer to move without restraint. Black jeans covered his legs, hiding them from view. The only colour he wore might have been his socks, but even those were hidden by the black sneakers he wore.
    Izaya blinked. There was something wrong with his reflection, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Something was off, different. He scrutinized his reflection carefully, trying to find it. Eventually, though, he had to give up, unable to find it. He needed a separate pair of eyes. But then again, it may just have been a trick of the light, nothing to worry about.
    Wait...
    Was he actually worried about his reflection?
    "Damn," he thought. "I must be going soft. Worrying over my appearance... If the weather clears up, I'll go annoy Shizu-chan. I've been inside too much." So he thought- before he remembered he'd only been inside alone for six hours. He furrowed his brows, confused. As much as he'd studied people, he didn't know what to do when such a thing happened to himself. Interesting...
    The reflection flickered.
    Izaya stared, first in shock and then in horror. He fell backwards unintentionally, laptop crashing down on his face when he hit the floor. A flash of lightning momentarily blinded him, causing his eyes to close against the sudden light. He lost all sense of what was going on, any sense of feel, and he could hear nor see nothing for a heart-wrenching moment. There was no time to panic, but even if there was, Izaya was not the type to so much as scream.
    And then the light was gone as fast as it had come, and his senses came back to him. The first thing he noticed was that someone was in the room with him. The second thought was that it was cold. Opening his eyes, he saw his suspicions confirmed; someone was indeed in the room iwth him. What he had not suspected was what the other person looked like. Had he not been on the floor with a laptop covering half his face, he would have probably laughed. Had he not a sword at his throat, he'd have laughed even harder. As it was, the most he could do was to smirk. You see, Izaya was never one to shy away from danger. No, Izaya loved to taunt it, flaunt it, to use it. He loved danger. There was a reason he was titled one of the most dangerous people in Ikebukuro, and it was a good one at that.
    The stranger's reaction to Izaya's smirk was, to him, very amusing.
    "What are you smirking about, git?!? Where am I, who are you? Answer!"
    'English?' Izaya thought. A wide grin spread across his face. This was going to be fun. Truth be told, he was still shocked that a man in a pirate costume had popped out of his window. The window hadn't even shattered, meaning that this freak was one hell of a sneaky bastard. Although the blade was real, he could see that. Izaya's gaze flickered to the English- no, his accent was British- man and took in details within no less than two seconds.
    The Briton had the thickest, bushiest eyebrows Izaya had ever seen. His hair was a spiked, messy blond- or what Izaya could see beneath the great big pirate hat he wore on his head. He was clothed in a scarlet coat embroidered with gold trim over a thin, but heavily muscled frame. His trousers were much the same, ending up tucked into leather, steel toed boots. On his thick leather lebt were attatched various pouches and the sheath to the sword now being pointed at Izaya's throat. The Briton would have honestly scared a normal person; but I'm sure by now you can tell that Orihara Izaya was not even close to being counted as normal. Instead of striking fear into his heart, the pirate was proving himself to be a comical sight to the information broker.
    His unterrified grin annoyed the pirate.
    "Did you hear me?" he yelled.
    "Now now, no need to yell," Izaya stated easily in not very fluent English. "Who wouldn't hear you? And I think I should be asking who you are, seeing as you're in my house."
I don't even know.
:iconmysticjadeshoe: and I have been having fun Roleplaying Durarara, which we found as ABSOLUTELY FUN~
So now I have an Izaya muse. Yep.

My first Durarara fanfic just had to end up having Hetalia England in it. Yay.
Don't ask...I don't know either. With how this is going though, I'm probably going to end up writing more of this due to my freaking muses. WHOOPIE~

I don't know whether I should put a maturity rating on this for the swearing or not. Comment and say whether I should, please!

EDIT: Here's part two if ya wanna keep reading =) [link]

Durarara belongs to Ryohgo Narita
Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himayura
Fanfic story is mine hehe

Edit: Holy fffffffreak, 110 views??? I oughta give you guys something as a reward that makes me so happy!
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ShotaCiel's avatar
Oi! Isnt this shizaya!?