Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! and it makes me sad.

1. Prologue

Students at Raijin Academy had got used to fights and the frequent destruction of school's facilities. Often referred to as "the home of troublemakers", its gangs and violent students would usually get into fights. Some conflicts were between students seeking for attention or bullying the weak freshmen, but the fights involving the tall blond student were as destructive as an atom bomb.

Heiwajima Shizuo was the synonym of destruction, strength and trouble. People would low their heads as he walked down the long corridor before entering his classroom. Girls would shyly look at him from a safe distance, most of them were too afraid to go near the handsome man. And, of course, gangs from all parts of Ikebukuro would show up and fight him. Students would watch the wrestlings through the large windows in the classrooms, and he would always win.

He had just knocked eight students out at the soccer field. Looking at the window, he could see everyone watching him - including that flee. He knew Izaya was the reason those gangs went after him, and despite hating violence, Shizuo would kill the dark-haired boy if he had the chance. He walked slowly, throwing away the heavy bar he used to hit his opponents, and left the field.

There was a small corridor behind the bleachers where he usually waited before going back to class. His uniform shirt was clean, but some blood had stained his pants near his left knee. He looked at it and realized the blood came from the cut on his own hand.

"Want some bandages?", he heard a soft voice coming from the other side of the corridor. A girl was sitting on the floor and had bandages wrapped around her left hand and wrist.

He stared at her without moving. She blinked twice and asked, "They really help, trust me. I'm going to throw you some.". And she threw him a pack of bandages that, after a few seconds, fell on his feet.

She had bright red hair that touched her shoulders and round eyes, he couldn't see their color due to the distance. She looked at him as if expecting him to pick it up, but he didn't. She sighed, and impatiently opened her bag and picked a bottle up, throwing it at Shizuo. "Clean your hand first."

"Thanks", he relaxed with a great sigh and sat on the floor, opening the bottle of antiseptics and pouring some on his wound. He opened the pack of bandages and started unfolding it.

The girl kept staring at him, observing his clumsy hand try to wrap up the bandage. She stood up, walked slowly and knelt next to him. He looked at her with surprise, and she touched his hand gently. In a quick movement she finished wrapping the bandage and tied it strongly.

"What a fight!", she poured some antiseptics on a small cotton ball and reached for the small cut on his cheek. "But isn't it dangerous for your body?"

Her eyes were brown, he realized, just like his own. But she certainly wasn't Japanese. "I got used to it.", he replied in a dry voice. "Why are you hurt?"

She looked him in the eyes, surprised he didn't know who she was. "I'm Natsume Rina", she smiled and drew herself up to her full height, going away from him. "My gang has tried to kill you."

He pinched his eyebrows. She turned away from him and lifted her bag up.

"Crimson Fox", he said as she walked down the corridor.

Note: Hello, I hope you have enjoyed this first chapter of the fic. I'm not a native English speaker so, if there's anything written wrong (specially if it's an expression), I'm really sorry and I'll fix it asap! It's my first fic in English and reviews are really welcome!

Next chapter might be longer!