Little Game Changer (Durarara X Reader)

Prologue

[So, I've only watched season 1 so far, and that's why there's such a limited amount of guys. Plus, I really wanted to have Shinra as a love interest, but then I realized Celty deserves happiness, and so I added her as a love interest as well. sorrynotsorry]

Izaya sighed in pure glee as he walked along the busy streets of Ikebukuro.

He had just barely escaped being smashed by two soda machines and a street lamp, thanks to the handy work of Shizou, and the ravenette couldn't help but to grin widely. Usually he had been quite snappy, with his sisters moving to town causing his game to have a minor set back, and he was not in the mood to have them up and around in his business.

The man suddenly paused at a road intersection, seeing a flash of orange and (H/C), before the cop motorcycles drove after it. He blinked, realizing for once they weren't chasing Celty.

Izaya let out a sigh of disappointment as he crossed the street, lacing his fingers together behind his head. He surely hoped he did not see what he thought he saw. Or more like whom he thought he saw.

As Izaya began heading into a more desolated area, near his work place, he looked quite calm as someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him into an alley, a click being softly heard next to his head.

"My, my, so it really was you, N/N-chan~!" He cheerfully exclaimed, though was obviously irked as he stared at his 'attacker'.

She hadn't changed at all, from what he observed. She had grown a couple of inches, but was still shorter than him by at least a foot. Her once long (H/C) locks were cut to just above her shoulders, and those annoying red lens goggles were sitting atop her head like a hairband. She also still wore an orange jumpsuit, this one more fitted to her blossomed chest and exposed thighs, as well as a pair of brown combat boots.

"Smart ass, what'cha doin' with such a facial expression? Ain't glad to see me I reckon?" Grinned the female, removing the paint can she had purposely chosen to pretend to use as a gun near his head.

The same annoyingly cute voice, too. Izaya bitterly pointed out to himself.

"I can't say that I am, N/N-chan!" He chirped.

"I'm sure you want to know why I'm here, but I'm also sure you'd rather look it up in your silly office, 'ight?" She asked, a knowing smirk on her lips.

A scoff escaped Izaya's own mouth as he stared at the younger female, continuing to keep his false calm expression. "Was that you the cops were just chasing?" He asked.

"Of course!" Chirped the female. "Now then, I better get goin', gotta pay Shizou his greeting next." She stated.

Izaya grinned, thinking of whether or not he should tell her that the blond was probably still upset for having seen him. "See you around then, N/N-chan!" He said, eventually deciding against it.

"Bye Smart ass!" Winking, the (H/C) was off in the flash of orange once more.