I wanted to write something about Durarara for a while now. At first, I was wondering which character should be my victim… well, choice. Lately I felt the argue to write drama, though it's not my forte, I have to admit it. Izaya was the first one on list for that of course, I don't think I would have chose him if I were to write comedy.
Anyway, if any off you end up liking the character, or just sympathise with her, I'll be really glad. If you don't like her, well, it's your right. Also, my grammar is definitely not the best, so in case you want to edit the chapters, just tell me. The story is going to be only three chapters long anyway.
I hope that you will enjoy the ride . . Thanks for reading this story.
Do you believe in luck, misfortune, coincidences, fate, karma, nemesis, destiny…? Do you believe in destiny?
Do you believe in faith, , hate, antipathy, fondness, love…? Do you believe in love?
Dreams, hopes, cries, pain, honestly, dishonesty, despair happiness, faith, doubt-dilemma-fear-confidence-assurance… Where are we going?
"She is strange…"
"Huh, I heard her mumbling to her self a couple of times now…"
"It feels like she is cursing someone, doesn't it?"
"It does…"
"Anyway, shall we go to karaoke next?"
Where are we going? Where are we going? Hopes, shuttered dreams, living, breathing, touching, feeling. Why? What's the point? Life has… no real colours…
"Yoshida-san…"
Walking up, sleeping, eating, working, walking, running… Going from place to place, for no apparent reason, because we have a life to spend…
"Yoshida Yukari-chan…"
"Eh? Who are you?"
"I-I'm Motto-san, from your classroom."
"Ah, the class rep."
"Yes, that's right," she said smiling.
Long brown hair, a warm smile, a slender body, long legs, big eyelashes… Beautiful… Really beautiful…
"I think that you shouldn't be standing in the rain like this."
"Attractive, beautiful, charming, pretty, lovely…"
"Eh? Yoshisa-san?" the girl blinked watching her mumbling.
Middle-length black hair, they were falling into her face all the time despite her attempts to pull them away. You could say that her round, big eyes could be her only attractive point if they weren't looking aimlessly to random directions, like they were empty. Her height; average, her left shock was always lower than the other, but she never seemed bothered by that. She was always hiding her hands into her sleeves. The only thing which could draw attention was her eccentric stare.
"I don't think she will listen to you."
"But…"
"Just forget it, Rinko-chan…" a girl said pulling her away.
People, faces, names, identities… Me, you, they…
"If I touch you, will you feel me? No. If you touch me, will I feel you? Probably, not. Humans are social animals, not quite…"
A faint smile appeared on her lips, her eyes moved from one passerby to another. Wages of people were moving around her every day, pointlessly, with no meaning. A grey wage. Day after day… non-stop…
"People are gray…They paint their selves with that colour because it's simply convenient …"
You could say that her eyes were full of curiosity, but on the other hand you could say that she was empty of thoughts. That smile looked fake, forced, it made the muscles of her lips to contract spasmodically; her expression was more like something between madness and sanity.
"We're leading a boring life, with no meaning. Moving and moving… Not caring… People are scary, people are monsters… I really dislike humans… Dislike… despise… loath…" she mumbled staring at the ground.
"I love them…"
"Love them…" she repeated with a faint voice.
His voice sounded more like an echo, the young man behind her spoke with a clear voice. Her eyes widened a bit more. Her head turned slowly, her eyelashes flapped lethargically. Her moves were slow, like she was obliged to make them rather than she really wanted to.
"People are interesting…" he added.
Black hair, bloody brown eyes and a plastered smirk on his face. He was wearing a black funny coat. He was standing few steps away, with his hands into his pockets. Titling his head slightly to the side, he raised an eyebrow.
"That's why I love them…" he concluded.
"Strange young man…"
"Eh? Am I that strange? Shouldn't I be more like the handsome stranger or something like that? What an awful way to describe me."
He was making funny moves, making his coat flip along with his hands. His hairs were glued on his forehead and cheeks due to the rain, while water drops were dripping from their tips. His laugh was clear, despite the sound of the falling rain. His head fell slightly back as he was laughing.
"Your coat is funny, your moves are funny."
"Hey, what a mean thing to say to a stranger. And here I thought that you looked like an innocent highschooler. That's why I say people are interesting." he said leaning forward.
"What is it? You haven't run away yet. Did I catch your attention? Oh, don't tell me… Do you find me interesting?"
Those eyes weren't clear, yet even though you couldn't tell what he was thinking by looking at them, they still looked quite daring. They were looking straight into hers, like they wanted to pierce her soul, or that's what she thought.
She wasn't the smartest person in the world, but she could tell, she knew, the fact that she hadn't left or run away by that time and the fact that she was talking to a strange stranger, putting them together, they weren't the brightest thing to do. Nevertheless, she didn't run…
"Oh, that's right! I haven't introduced my self yet. My name is Orihara Izaya."
Who are you? No… More like, what are you? Which colour are you? That's right. Which colour are you?
"Orihara… Izaya-san… That's a strange name…"
"Is it that strange?"
"Huh."
"What about yours?"
"Eh?"
"Your name."
My name… What was it again? It's almost like it is forgotten. Aren't we supposed to treasure it?
"Yoshida Yukari-chan."
"Ah, that's a plain one. How should I call you? Yuka-chan? Or Kari-chan? Or maybe… Yori-chan?"
"Yori-chan?"
"You see, we take the "Yo" from Yoshida and the "Ri" from Yukari. Yori-chan."
"Isn't that a completely different name?"
"It's not like you'll be called like that by anyone else than me… Besides, should you really care about how you a stranger calls you? … Why so serious, Yori-chan?"
A calming voice, a strange aura, a confident look… Few simple words, with no special meaning, an unexpected move…
"Anyway, I was wondering why a girl is standing in the rain, mumbling to her self. Despite the fact that it looked kind of interesting, it doesn't look right, does it? … Here, this funny coat can be kind of useful."
His held his coat above her head and a gave playful smirk as a respond to her confused look… Some people have their way to enter one 's self easily.
"Thank you…"
It's warm, even though the coat barely touches the skin… And it feels strange… In this gray wave… I wonder… Why are you the only one… painted with colours?