harkermatt12

DISCLAIMER! Sadly, I do not own the wonderful Durarara!! and it's amazing characters. All rights belong to the creators. Note This is my first time writing a fan fiction, so if it sucks well...deal with it. I'll accept criticism, but don't say anything unnecessary. Also, this will continue, but I would love feed back first ^^ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't remember always feeling so…numb. Not in the physical sense, but more in the psychological. I used to have friends. People who actually cared about me, wanted to be around me, wanted to make sure I stayed who I was. I know the change wasn't gradual, otherwise people wouldn't have noticed as m

It was a Friday night like any other. The information broker, Izaya Orihara, was at his desk looking through his files like he usually did until there was a light knock on the door. Well I wonder who it could be? He thought to himself as he got up and made his way to the door. When he opened the door, he was shocked and slightly horrified to see the strongest man in Ikebukuro standing in front of him. Shit! What the hell is he doing here? He's never once left Ikebukuro to come and find me. In his mind he was panicking but he was acting his usual self on the outside. Well at least he'd like to think so. "Shizu-chan! What brings you all th

The Story you Don't Know I didn't say it, I couldn't say it. Izaya leaned against the wall of the alley, sliding down it until he was sitting hunched up against it. The burning in his eyes was ignored and he balled his hands up into fists. He was frustrated and angry with himself, and that all too familiar ache in his chest refused to go away; living with it for years hadn't made it any easier, and it had just gotten harder to ignore over the years. Whoever said that time healed all wounds was full of bullshit. Izaya dearly wanted to punch them. He wished that he had Shizuo's strength so that it would hurt more when he did. Shizu-chan...

Please Read the Description First! The bustling city of Ikebukuro seemed even more busy than usual. The streets were filled with people who were filing in and out of surrounding businesses and restaurants, all in celebration of Easter. Seated in a nearby café, a raven haired informant watched the festive passerbys enjoying their Sunday afternoon. Lowering his binoculars, he sighed to himself. Although he always enjoyed observing humans, there was one human in particular that always seemed to plague his thoughts. In all honesty, Izaya was growing tired of the same routine involving this individual. That routine consisted of Izaya appear

It was another normal day in Ikebukuro. And when I say normal I mean Shizuo was chasing Izaya around while throwing signs and vending machines at him. "IZAYAAAAA!!" The ex-bartender yelled out his name, furious that he would show himself again. "You'll have to do better than that to catch me Shizu-chan~" The information broker called back as he dodged objects left and right. They ran all over Ikebukuro until the taller man had cornered his prey in an alleyway. "Like a true monster you stalked me until I had no where to run." He spoke with that usual devil smile planted on his face much to the other's anger. "Shut up!" He barked before sm

Counter Illumination The pattern of it all started back in high school, maybe a few months after they'd first met. Neither of them could pin done the start of it to a specific date, but there was a general time when they could both agree on it starting. Sure, they might not have gotten along too well and they fought a lot more than was probably healthy; but it did wind up in one very strange, but functional relationship for the both of them. It wasn't one that they talked much about with anyone else. It was their little secret. Shizuo didn't ask a lot of questions when Izaya randomly climbed in through his bedroom window late one evening a

Away From Here So maybe he was pissed off. Yeah it was raining outside – correction: it wasn't just raining, it was a full-blown thunderstorm outside – and he was completely soaked, but that was totally unimportant. Well, maybe not; it just contributed to his already crappy mood. He'd woken up that morning to find out that his heater had broken again so his apartment was freezing. Then he'd burnt his toast and been late for work. Once at work, three people had managed to piss him off; the last of which had decided that it would be an absolutely brilliant idea to dump their coffee all over his shirt and vest. And to top it all off,