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Summary Orihara Izaya has romantic feelings for Heiwajima Shizuo in the depths of his subconscious, but refuses to admit it. Further, the strongman is still hunting him down, so he needs some sort of defense against Shizuo. After learning of a chat-bot website that grants any wish, he attempts it for fun - wishing there was something that can save him from a terrible death by Shizuo. Ironically, Izaya turns into a girl the next morning. This curse that suddenly came upon him will lead him into a mess of hilarious and romantic encounters – especially with Shizuo. Warning: Yaoi and Boys Love content between Shizuo and Izaya (in his male

Izaya's Point of View "Look, just because I suffered a bit of a... dilemma last month," I started with clenched teeth, "it doesn't mean that I am not able to do my job properly." My mood in the past few weeks have gone from extremely depressed to extremely pissed. I lost my one and only chance with Shizuo by saying that his stupid, slut of an ex girlfriend was an attention whore, and now Shiki's practically telling me that I suck at my job right now! Not to mention, the medication and constant visits to the doctors office have started to become a huge pain in the neck. Shiki, my boss who is part of the yakuza, only put his hand on the side

A/N Hello lovely people~! I'm back with a Co-write~! With !epicnarutard (https://www.deviantart.com/epicnarutard) You read right. Cooperation. Write. I have partnered up and wrote a fan fic with another author~! My first one too :iconspazattackplz: So please tell me if it went well or if it wasn't really up to par. :iconexlpodelaplz: It's Akuroku, so that should please you~! It has yaoi in it and all that good stuff. But I have no other warnings for once. If you'd like to know, I have Roxy's POV and :iconepicnarutard: has the narrator part~! ENJOY~! Don't forget to let me know how it went~!                                                                                 0-Rox

Voice of whispers can be a spoken language of all culture. Words could be used for communication. But why whisper? Why should you murmur the words under your breaths? There shouldn't be a reason that you should. Why do people, no, why do any humans speak such a way. I wonder, I always wonder. There's too many mystery in this world that always makes me nosy and I constantly love to pry into peoples' businesses. It is, after all, my job as an informant. I must learn to attain knowledge, and enlighten those who want that info. "Wait, wait! What are you doing?!" I sometimes wonder myself why people want this useless knowledge. For example, as o

Izaya stared at what seemed to be a little girl, no it was a girl. She looked about the age of 6 and she was staring at him with this blank stare. Izaya looked over at Shizuo who was smoking. He saw the girl right? She was standing right in front of them! "So you Izaya?" The girl asked looking up at him, she was quiet small for being about 6. Izaya turned to the girl staring at her. "Who are you?" He asked shocked by Shizuo has noticed the girl yet. "I am God, the one above all humans." The girl replayed blankly, having a stuff teddy bear which was pure black. "What?" Izaya said poking the girl now. "Hey don't poke me, you shouldn't poke you

Shizuo awoke annoyed with the light penetrating through his eyelids. Once he opened his eyes all he saw was the clear blue sky on a seemingly beautiful day. He coughed and a large pain shot through his chest making him wince while he sat up. He remembered last night just vaguely but the throbbing pain in his chest confirmed that he had been stabbed by Izaya and that part wasn't just a bad dream. Reality hit Shizuo like a truck. Izaya was gone, had left him, and was now planning to…to what? To kill him? The raven's motives were always unclear to the bodyguard. He ran a hand through his hair in thought. For one he had to get to Shinra so

Chapter 7: Is This The End, My Beloved Black Cat? As the next couple of days went on, it seemed like months since I have been able to see that black cat whom may have been a tom, but yet I found that I was becoming restless without their presence being there, may have taken a liking to more than I would like to admit. But still, there are things in which I have come to like about my new owner, especially our morning stare down for milk. It is the same thing day after day; we would just look at each while my owner holds the bottle of milk. Though he would be wearing mostly a towel as he grumbles a little bit, my yellow eyes getting large with

Izaya was watching over his beloved humans on the net again. It was quite entertaining to read about their misery and how they tried to get advice from invisible people around all over the world. But one night a dollars member started sending the other members a link to a new website. The page was called "Shizaya.org". Out of curiosity he opened the page and started to read through it... And then he couldn't believe what he just read. It made him furious - at first. How could someone (he had a certain idea who) even think about something like that? But somehow Izaya managed to stay at this page for 3 hours... It was a sunny but still windy

 Emotions 2 Shizuo opened the door to his apartment. Izaya slowly walked in as Shizuo sat on the couch that was in his living room. "Alright mind telling me what happened?" Shizuo said as put out the cigarette   he was smoking.   "I was walking around in an alley ways, minding my own business, and then let's just say a group of people that aren't exactly fans of mind, jumped me and cut my side." Izaya said leaning on the wall that was across from Shizuo, also revealing his cut side. Shizuo sighed and said,"Alright let me take a look at it." Shizuo walked over to Izaya as he took off his jacket. Shizuo inspec

…~-~… "Come in." Izaya's voice came through the intercom after Shizuo knocked. The blonde stepped inside and immediately noticed that something was off. The last time Shizuo stood in Izaya's apartment, it had been pristine and organized. Today, there were papers strewn across every surface, even some on the floor. There was a blanket half on the couch, and half on the floor next to some pillows, as if the informant had taken a nap and not bothered to put anything back. Looking over at the desk, Shizuo could see that Izaya wasn't in much better shape. He was hunched over his computer, looking like he hadn't left the spot in hours.

Fragility If you come close enough For me to fall into the depths, I'll become a shadow Wandering the endless darkness I only remembered the days that weren't granted to us. You're not here. I know that. I know that. If you come close enough For me to fall into the depths, I'll become a shadow Wandering the endless darkness I only remembered the days that weren't granted to us. You're not here. I know that. I know that. Sometimes the idiotic flea really manages to piss him off. Well, piss him off and scare the fucking daylights out of him at the same time. It's sort of complicated to explain and Shizuo never wanted to bother with

It was a quiet and boring autumn evening in Shinjuku. Izaya Orihara was reading some documents about a client of his, resting his legs on his desk. A second later, he looked at the screen of his cell phone lying next to his leg. No texts, no emails, no phone calls. “How boring”, he sighed and stood up. Izaya put on his black coat and left his office. Everything seemed to be so calm in Tokyo. Not only in Shinjuku, but in Ikebukuro as well. It was a bit worrisome, but that had never bothered him. Still, he had a bad feeling about the whole thing. He was just about to drop by Simon’s sushi bar, when he spotted the headligh

    Shizuo looked the informant up and down, trying to figure out what was up. Normally, the other would have met him with a taunting grin or a switchblade. His eyes were drawn to the pirate.    What the...?    "Why the hell are you in front of my house, Izaya?"    "This guy popped out of my window without making so much as a scratch and thinks it's the 1700's." Izaya shifted the man on his shoulders, looking very uncomfortable.    Shizuo blinked. He just didn't get the things the raven haired man dealt with. "...You get all the weird ones. Unfortunately, I get all the annoying ones." How easy it would be to slam the door in the flea's fa