There was a knock at Izaya's office door. He looked up from his computer, "Come in."
He was markedly surprised to see his tall, blond enemy walk coolly through the door, hands in his pockets and a lit cigarette in his mouth.
"Shizu-chan, what a surprise," he cooed as he moved over to his couch and Shizuo sat in the couch adjacent to him. Izaya gazed absentmindedly at the complicated chessboard in front of him.
"People have been talking lately. Saying some stuff about you."
"People talk, Shizu-chan. You can't believe everything you hear on the street," he said condescendingly.
"Well they're saying you're one of those cutters...But that can't be true, can it?" Shizuo asked, testing the information broker.A/N-I know this was short, but I kind of thought this was a decent introduction maybe? It kind of sets thing up without revealing...everything I guess? I hope it was bearable.
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Durarara: Please, Izaya
FanfictionIzaya doesn't know how to deal with his feelings in a healthy or safe way. Shizuo tries to help him since he has dealt with similar issues in the past. TRIGGER WARNING-There will certainly be self harm, probably depression, suicidal ideation and ac...