Hello all of you reading this!
I have (rather hesitantly) decided to try and take up the 100 Themes Challenge and show my love for Durarara! Or rather, mostly the deep connections between Celty and Shizuo. If you find that there are any areas in need of improvement, please feel free to give constructive criticism. Along the way, there will definitely be spoilers on theanime itself, so beware. I intend to go far with this, and it will undoubtedly stretch on for a long time. However, I will try my best to update the story regularly! I'm still getting used toFanFiction's system, so please excuse whatever delays there may be ^^
Shizuo glanced at his watch, attempting to keep track of the time that they had left to rush to the school gates and watched, uninterestedly, asShinra babbled on about how the queer female on the motorcycle was to be his loving wife in the future. The woman in question wore a yellow cat-eared helmet with a midnight-black rider suit, and too appeared indifferent toShinra's wild delusions. He should, right there, have guessed that this person was no ordinary girl next door. There was something funny about the way she acted and not spoke, although not quite the way she sent a direct jab toShinra's stomach. Almost as if she was from another era, another culture. Her graceful actions and body language gave her away, for facial expressions were impossible to discern. But heck, Shinra was an oddball anyway. Any love interest of his would have to be at least twice as abnormal as he.
The motorcyclist noticed his gaze on her helmet, and smoothly turned her head upward to make eye contact with him. Shizuo blinked. What... ?
The familiar feeling of making eye to eye contact was non-existent; the gravitational pull from ones eyes to another wasn't there at all. He had this strange urge to look away as though he had unknowingly intruded on her personal space. Of course, he was Heiwajima Shizuo, scared of no one and feared by everyone, so he stood his ground and stared back. He could almost see his own reflection in the shiny black rider screen, but it was as though there was a misty veil obscuring it, on the inside or outside he could not tell.
She glanced down quickly, then gave him another peek. Reading her behavior alone, she was... shy at the moment. It was as though she was hinting something remarkably obvious that Shizuo couldn't fathom.
Conjuring (out of nowhere with a small puff of black smoke) a PDA, she used her free hand that wasn't abusing Shinra to tap away on the screen at normal human speaking speed. Was that even possible?
As a tiny wisp of smoke swirled around her fingers, she turned the PDA around to show Shizuo the message.
"Hello. I am Celty Sturluson."