1. Chapter 1 (1/2)

durarara!! is awesome, fyi. i just love iza-kun.

name: a human factorfandom: durarara!!rated: t just because i like how it sounds more than k+, although k+ i guess it is in truthgenre: friendship/agnst/hurt/comfort pairing: i guess you may call it shizuo/orihara if you use your imagination. but i guess just friendship. i'm not very good with yaoi, really. a/n: just because this story has to be done

izaya orihara always suspected that shizuo heiwajima was crazy. well, actually, he wasn't the one to talk, especially remembering that scene with that girls cell phone... but in izaya's opinion what he did was right. it was normal. an'd throwing fridges at people wasn't. yeah.

and according to shizuo heiwajima orihara izaya was totally mad. who would always have a knife with him, and point it at everyone just looking at him strangely (in his opinion, anyways)?.. well, maybe orihara wasn't actually acting like that... but still he wasn't acting normal, in shizuo's canons of normalcy anyways.

and what do you know, shizuo's canons of normalcy weren't quite normal... next to a normal people's opinion.

thus, standing in some abandoned alleway smoking already a third cigarette this day, shizuo was thinking about ten awesome ways to get rid of annoying orihara. why, you ask?.. well, because this boy wasn't about to go anywhere away from the town, no matter how many times shizuo yelled at him, and no matter how many fridges the blond threw at him.

it was orihara, after all. and shizuo knew he didn't give up that easily.

but neither did he.

"hey shizo-kun" - a familiar annoying voice sounded from his right. shizuo turned and delivered a striking blow but his hand met emptyness. damn, orihara knew him all too well.

"i told you not to call me that" - said shizuo in an icy voice. izaya smirked, the blade of his little (but still deadly) knife shining in weak moonlight.

"what can be better than a good fight between old friends?" - laughed orihara, closing the distance between himself and the blond, no doubt targeting his face or neck. it was their usual game when they met. they met - they fought, although the reason why was long time forbidden. if you asked orihara he would just smile, and shizuo would fix his glasses and say nothing.

shizuo dodged his attack, fury written all over his noble-like features and, jumping to the left from his "friend". his palm circled around some object, that happened to be a stopping sign, and he easily tore it from the place where it was peacefully standing before meeting the blond.

"oh, shizo-kun, - smirked orihara, playing with his knife teasingly. - it's getting dangerous" - with these words he rushed at shizuo again, this time going for his middle level.

"die" - said shizuo, trying to hit orihara's head with the sign that was rather big. orihara easily avoided the blow, his reflection mirroring in blond's glasses. quickly turning, izaya slashed his friend. shizuo's shoulder immediately burned, his white shirt getting red. the blond gritted his teeth, swinging the sign with unhuman force. however, orihara jumped just in time; or else his head would surely turn into a nice pancake.

"1:0, shizo-kun. your instincts are getting pretty dull lately."

shizuo didn't answer; he just swinged and swinges, letting izaya no choice but to jump and jump from him, trying to save his pityful life. but the blond knew orihara couldn't jump forever. all things come to an end. and knowing perfectly that izaya wasn't unable to strike when he was that fast and furious, shizuo believed that his friend's end was near - right at the red

ick wall he was going to corner him into, and that will surely be even more red after he devoured the last blow...

"and i thought i was finished here. looks like luck is still on my side."

the sign was mercilessly thrown away from him. the blond didn't even realise it at first - how the roles of a victim and an assassin quickly it was he who was cornered, and izaya was standing right above him, holding his memorable knife in his hands, smirking.

shizuo knew there was nowhere left to run. not like he was going to; he could still fight, but didn't want to. instead he was looking in izaya's eyes with such intensity, such hatred, such... pain.

"why is it you're always better than me, in everything you do? why!?" - whispered the blond. orihara smirked.

"the difference between you and i is lying deep within ourselves. have you ever wondered why i always beat you, although you have this gifted inhuman force concentrated in your hands? have you ever wondered why you could never an upper hand me, even for a short period of time?"

not a sound escaped shizuo's lips.

of course he wondered. wondered many times, to be exact. what was so special about izaya orihara? why was he always one step further than himself, even though he only had a knife against pure

ute force?

their fights were only a game, always a game for orihara izaya. but shizuo wasn't playing at all; he always fought to kill, but something stopped them every time. was it simon, or orihara just running away... still. there was always a human factor interfering.

maybe that's why shizuo hated people so much; these bugs always had to ruin everything, to ruin his intentions and plans... and, apparently, orihara's fun as well.

orihara never took anything serious, as it seemes to the blond. was it their fights, or the situations with the headless rider, or the dollars, or something - anything - izaya just always smirked.