AN: Welcome to day "three" of the March Mayhem! We'll probably be dying later, but that'll happen when it comes. Anyways, enjoy this new fanfiction. It is being written for the kink meme (yeah, by now, we all know that we all go there). This is basically a preview. To avoid spoilers and to keep first chapter suspense, I'm not spilling the basics until the second chapter is posted. However, I am obligated to post the kink meme link since it is honorable to not plagiarize or claim ideas that were not one's own … but seriously, if you don't want spoilers, don't read it just yet. Wait a few days. You can do it. This chapter's fairly short, because it's just meant to get things rolling, so you don't need to know just yet. It's going to stay T rated (it's not meant to be incredibly serious). Remember, reviews – bountiful reviews – is what's going to keep us moving during the March Mayhem, so please read and review!

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Disclaimer: We do not in any way own the characters/scenes/ … oh you know the drill I'm sure.

From Best Friend to Girlfriend

A Durarara! Fanfiction written by Kitty & Foxy

Chapter One: Little Ray of Sunshine

He felt himself being thrust forward a little as the train screeched, slowing down into the next station. He heard the voice come over the speakers, and then watched as a mass of people departed from the train, and another mass boarded. The train started up again, and as he soon approached his destination, he sank even further into depression.

What do I do now? A boy by the name of Kida Masaomi felt so alone in the world. He and his girlfriend, Saki, had broken up sometime after leaving Ikebukuro. He had left his friends behind to start anew with his girlfriend … but now he felt back at the bottom again. Starting from a zero point that he didn't want to be at. He hadn't imagined that things could go wrong with him and Saki, but … heck, it was complicated. The two of them had connected and shared quite a past together, but it seems that there still were too many rocks. But, even now, he still felt connected to her.

The train made a transition from underground to above; he looked out the nearest window at the concrete jungle before him. It seemed so cold. What had he liked about cities, to begin with? Other than he had to move to one because of his parents' jobs … The "liveliness," he guessed. But without friends or loved ones in it as well, everything seemed so much duller, unappreciated, and isolated. It's funny how despite being in an overcrowded train car, with plenty of chatter going on around him, he felt so alone. These people meant nothing to him. He needed a simple "hello" from someone he knew, but he was too scared to face anyone who could give him that "hello" he desperately desired.

Maybe all he needed was to go out and find some cute girls to hang out with. He never had a problem before with talking to strangers … if he had, he wouldn't have been able to be a gang leader in the first place, now would he? He was able to stir up conversations with complete strangers … as long as they had nice curves. Suddenly an image of Saki came to his mind and he cursed under his breath.

It's just like during my second failure … Both the ass and Saki reminded me that no matter how hard I tried to hook up with another girl, I'd always end up going back to her. Damn it! When Saki had reminded him, he felt guilty beyond belief. When the ass (Izaya) had said it though, he felt infuriated beyond belief. That detestable man always had to be right, didn't he? But, as much as he hated to admit it, perhaps continuing to work for him would get his mind off a lot of things. Izaya's "work" wasn't exactly boring, and it sometimes took a lot of ingenuity and courage, so it was hard to think of other things at the same time. He didn't really feel like facing Mikado and Anri right now, despite how much he yearned to see their smiling faces again. No. If he saw them now, he'd probably break – and not in a nice way, either.

The train soon reached his dreaded destination, and he got off, looking around at the all-too-familiar surroundings. So what should I do? He wondered; he had left in such a hurry that he didn't really think everything through. I guess I can head home … he probably could. He doubted his parents – who were always on numerous business trips everywhere – even noticed he wasn't living at home anymore. Yes, that would probably be the best place to go …

He headed up the escalators and reached the top, looking around at the towering buildings and masses of unknown faces. Taking a deep sigh, he turned and started heading towards home, lost in his depressing thoughts.

It's all familiar and unfamiliar now. He noted on his surroundings. A clique of girls … the kind he didn't really like, anyways. Business men arguing on their phones … yack, yack, yack … Mother with angry child … said child was throwing a temper tantrum and mother was scolding it. Group of thugs ganging up on someone …

…Wait, what? Masaomi backtracked a little, looking over his shoulder and down the alleyway. There appeared to be a group of thugs – wearing, of course, the infamous yellow scarf that Masaomi wished would just vanish - but he couldn't tell what they were up to, nor did he even recognize them. They looked like they were surrounding something …

No, I don't want to get involved with them again. I already did twice, and each time failed miserably. His shoulders sank, and he was about to move on ahead, when he started to overhear them.

"Come on, sweetie, we'll show you a good time!"

"E-eh, but I don't want …" Came the timid, squeaking voice of the female persuasion.

At that moment, Masaomi's chivalrous side started to appear. Are they trying to bully a girl? Masaomi frowned, looking back once more, trying to see around the masses of bulky idiots so he could confirm his suspicions.

Yep, it seemed it was true. The three idiots had cornered a girl about his age (he presumed), and a pretty one, at that! Dressed rather modestly, but still fashionably, with a knee-length skirt, blouse, and jacket. Long bangs, with unbraided pigtails hanging down a little past her shoulders. Didn't exactly have the greatest curves, and was on the somewhat tall side, but hey, it didn't mean she was ugly.

"We know some great places to go to; there's no need to be scared of us," one of them had the gall to grab the girl's arm, but she looked terrified now.

"B-but I don't want to -!"

Masaomi frowned, feeling his blood start to boil. Are they trying to assault her? He started heading down the alleyway, quietly, of course, hoping he wouldn't be noticed too quickly. These people were masquerading as yellow scarves; and, as he had created the yellow scarves, he'd feel horrible if he let something bad happen because of something stupid in his past.

She squeaked when she was yanked forward, and one of the ruffians went behind her and clapped a heavy hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll be careful –" It was then that the one behind her went a little too far and started feeling her up while she started to struggle. It was also then that he looked confused. "Hey I think this chick's a d –"

Masaomi took this moment to act: he harshly yanked the back of one of their shirts, effectively knocking him over backwards, surprising everyone there. He used his foot to whack the other's head into the ground, stunning him.

"Hey, brat! What do you think you're doing?" The one holding the girl's arm snarled, letting go and charging the blond haired teen.

They're not really Yellow Scarves members if they don't recognize me … he concluded, deciding it'd be alright to take them out then. He dodged the punch thrown at him and struck his own, winding the punk and making him fall over as well. Oww, that hurt my knuckles a little! Masaomi winced, feeling that he had hit some bone pretty hard.

The third one also let go of the girl (who then quickly backed off), and charged him, but he tripped the third one on top of the second punk, winding the second one again, who had been trying to get back up.

Masaomi looked over at the girl and taken aback at the deer-in-the-headlights look he got. "Are you okay?" He asked, a little concerned. She, however, stayed still and shocked. She's probably not used to witnessing fights …

It was then that he noticed that two of the thugs were starting to climb back up to their feet, and all were clearly pissed off. Aww crap. "Come on, let's go!" Masaomi, this time, was the one to grab her by the arm and started tearing down the alleyway and onto the street, despite the fact that she was struggling to keep up with him and protesting against his sudden action.

He noticed she look flustered as she was trying to keep running at his pace in the traditional heels, and clearly failing at it. It probably meant she wasn't used to dressing up, but inwardly, he grinned to himself. She's so cute! Of course, such thoughts always crossed his mind with any girl, but he did have preferences: such as, for one, girls that didn't plaster themselves with make-up or try too hard to "show off," but knew how to dress nicely. This one was dressed rather modestly, but still had a sense of fashion. Saki had been such a gir—

He suddenly felt depressed once more, and started slowing down, as he figured they were far enough and he didn't want to drag the poor girl any further, who clearly was not used to such running. He waited for a minute, thinking things through before he'd turn around. Why was he doing this? He'd just been depressed a little while ago, did he even have the right to feel like the flirt he enjoyed playing?

Wait … maybe this is what I need. Maybe I need to find someone new to date, to help me regain my confidence, before I meet up with Mikado and Anri-chan and everyone else! He thought about it for a few minutes, turning to stare at the girl, little realizing that he was making her feel very uncomfortable. Yes, he still loved Saki dearly … but she had rejected him. And he knew she was still infatuated with the asshole (a.k.a. Izaya). They needed time apart. And he needed something to get him up out of the dumps, especially before he reproached his friends and had to explain himself … The girl in front of him was cute, seemingly shy, and it was an opportune time to ask for a date! After all, he juts saved her from a bunch of thugs, right?

Of course, there's no telling if she's willing to date me. But let's give it a try!

"There could be no one but you! The Prince always saves the damsel in distress and they live happily ever after! Now, let us hurry off into the sunset together! What do you say?" He offered out his hands in an embracing gesture, a childish grin plastered on his face.

"W-w-w-what?" Came out the squeaky, shocked answer from the wide-eyed beauty.

"Be my girl, my little ray of sunshine?"