I do not own Durarara someone else does and that someone isn't me sadly cz if I did It would be much longer and a better plot… ok maybe not a better plot anyways this is my first fanfic so don't be to ha-

Shizuo: shut up and get on with the story

Me: ok don't rush me jerk… once again I own nothing but my OC… enjoy

New to this life

If I could remember who I was, where I came from, I would be happy just to know I once had a life where someone cared or I had a happy home, maybe even siblings. But no matter how much I tried all I can remember is the life I have now, no one cares, not even a cozy home to sleep in. for god sakes have to steal from others to get a meal or I'd be living off of raccoons till I die!

I was walking around trying to keep my body warm from the cold spring night, I wore torn jeans and a t-shirt with a pair of old chuck Taylors that were way to big for my feet. I looked in the window of a nice little store seeing my reflection. Jet black hair that has dirt in it, big reddish brown eyes, and somewhat tanned skin, I look so different from everyone here. Who am I? I asked myself in my head 'no one' was the answer I always got from myself but this time nothing answered I felt lonely yet relieved that the voice didn't answer… though not having the voice made me feel so empty like a doll or a puppet, that's being controlled by unseen strings. I sighed to myself for thinking such foolish thoughts as I started to walk down the nicely paved streets of Ikebukuro, not really paying much attention to my surroundings like the idiot I am, I run into what people call the yellow scrapes I think but I really don't care for what people talk about, I tried going past them but they just blocked my way. " ain't ya gonna say sorry ya lil runt" what I suppose the leader said to me in a very ignorant annoying voice " well ain'tcha " he asked in that stupid voice of his " no sir I'm NOT going to apologize to such an imbecile like u" what I may be a homeless girl who doesn't know who she is or anything about herself but I am surely not stupid. Now that I get a good look at this guy he's fugly I mean like so ugly that I rather have poop as a pet he had dirty blonde hair, his eyes were a booger green color, he had a long sharp nose, his face was all scruffy like he hadn't shaved for some days, and top of all that he had baggy clothes on. In my opinion he looks dirtier than me and I'm homeless, looks can really tell you about a person huh? Suddenly I was pushed into a wall making me come out of my thoughts, noticing the gagster was about to punch me! This isn't good I don't know how to fight and I' m about to get beat up by some yellow scrape thugs! But to my disbelief a vending machine flies out of nowhere hitting the thugs making them fly for what I think across the city. I watched in amazement, wow that was awesome! Then I felt a tap on my shoulder I whirled around coming face to chest with a tall blond an wearing a bar tenders uniform he had sunglasses on with bright light brown eyes, to be honest he looked pretty good. "are u alright kid?" hr asked be pulling me out of my thoughts making me blush from embarrassment of staring at him, I nodded "yes I am… um sir were u the one who threw that vending machine?" I asked with pure curiosity seeping through my mouth. " yeah what of it?" he sounded kinda mad that I asked, he was also glaring at me so that doesn't help my nerves. " well I just wanted to say thank you for doing that u really saved my life! And its so nice to know that there are some great people here " I smiled up at the man with inhuman strength and he looked utterly surprised at what I said which really confused me. " your not afraid of me?" he asked me with a hint of confusion in his voice, " why would I? I mean its pretty cool that you have strength like that! " I said with excitement as I skipped backwards. " once again I thank you sir I am very grateful of you saving me.." I bowed and skipped away. 'another person that will hate you, your nothing but a disgrace to all human kind,… you can't even remember who you are where you came from and yet you still feel as if you don't deserve to be beaten to death' the voice came back to make sure I feel depressed and unwanted….. why must it always come back to me?

Mystery P.O.V ( even though you already know who it is)

What an interesting human such a delicate little girl I must meet her, this will be a much funner game with her in the mix, I started laughing as I slipped back into the shadows silently watching the girl disappear through a park. Who might this girl be I need to find out but that can wait for a little I while, I feel like ruining someone else's life right now I skipped away humming

End of chappie uno

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