Hello my lovelies~ another fanfic for you guys today. Featuring my own OC Haruki Kamijou. I do not own Durarara, and unfortunately never will…..Q_Q Keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times, and enjoy~
Ikebukuro, the city of wonders. At least, that's how Haruki looked at it. Haruki Kamijou was a junior at Raira Academy, a transfer student as of last week. Leaving her hometown of Nagasaki, the bright female ventured to the city of Ikebukuro to add some excitement to her relatively quiet life. While her parents were against the idea, she managed to convince them that it would be a good thing, and that she'd be an adult soon anyway. It was a nice change, in her opinion. But of course, she was still slightly nervous about being alone in a new city. She lived in a pretty calm neighborhood, and her apartment was very nice and inviting. The 17 year old girl couldn't have asked for anything more. Being content was all she had wanted, and as of now, she was thanking Orihime and Hikoboshi for granting the wish she made last at last years Tanabata Festival.
"Uniform…bag…keys…Got it!" Haruki finished her mental checklist and scurried out of the door, not wanting to be late to school. She trotted out onto the sidewalk and smoothed out the stray strands of hair refusing to stay in place. Haruki let out a yawn and a quiet sigh. She was a B average student, nothing incredibly special by society's standards. She did exceptionally well in sports, however, and she was currently on her way to meet her softball team for breakfast. Sports could also get you out of certain class periods, which Haruki greatly appreciated, given she was not very good when it came to first period algebra. She sighed, thinking about the dreadfully wretched class. Her teacher was an ass who refused to go over a problem twice, and didn't seem to like her at all since the time of her short arrival.
"Just a cranky old man with an attitude problem." Haruki said to herself in a little more than a mumble.
"Nah...I shouldn't talk that way." The girl chided herself a bit. Haruki wasn't a person to try and find the good in everybody, but she also wasn't one to simply pick out the negative things. She waited at the stop light, and crossed the street as the light signaled her to.
The short haired brunette kept her head down while walking, unknowingly missing her second cross walk, and walking the wrong way. Her pinkish colored eyes almost seemed to be in a trance as she continued onward, not noticing the man running past her, or the people running from the area period.
"Hahaha~! So slow Shizu-chan!" Izaya called behind him, waving his switch blade around in the air, cackling like a madman. The one called "Shizu-chan" threw a postal box at the raven as he sped around the corner. It was happening again, the infamous information broker from Shinjuku had stepped foot in Ikebukuro, and deliberately got caught by the fortissimo of said city. It was a sight to see…and to flee from. The inhabitants of the area shrieked and ran. Even the few gang members loitering around took off running at the sight. Izaya grinned and ran quickly, passing by and nearly knocking into a girl while running. He could tell she was not paying attention to her surroundings, so he nudged her in the same direction he was going, planning to use her as a distraction for Shizuo as he ran through. Izaya smirked to himself, seeing the girl continue to walk. She obviously hadn't noticed the informant, or the fact that she was going in the wrong direction. The furious blonde trailed not too far behind, wielding a dented "yield" sign in his hand.
"Shizu-chan~! I thought you'd never catch up to me~"
"Damn LOUSE!"
"Oh how cruel, you wound me~" The informant teased the brute. Shizuo was never any good at containing his anger. And because of it, he never bothered to try. Dropping the yield sign, which now had his finger marks indented into it, he unhinged a vending machine from the ground and lifted it slowly over his head. Izaya watched in pure amusement. The ex-bartender took a few short steps forward and launched the vending machine at his nemesis. The object hurdled through the sky, and connected with a human figure. A loud shriek echoed through the air, and Shizuo grinned triumphantly. Only for that same grin to fade as he saw Izaya standing there "Tsk"ing and smirking.
"My my Shizu-chan, you have wonderful aim." Izaya mocked. Brown hair could be seen from underneath the vending machine, hair that obviously did not belong to the flea. Shizuo stared for a few seconds before frantically moving the machine off of who he'd hit.
Haruki lay motionless. She turned the wrong corner by accident, and turned her head slightly to see an oncoming vending machine. It struck her with enough force for her to cough up some blood, and hit the ground with the machine on top of her. Her eyes remained open, and she somehow managed to remain conscious. The brunette wasn't sure exactly what had just happened. One moment she was on her feet, the next she was on the ground, pain surging through every part of her body. She could hear voices, but they sounded distant and distorted. Haruki felt the weight of the machine on top of her disappear, and she felt her eyelids becoming heavier. The last image she saw was a blur of yellow, and then the female lost consciousness.
First chapter, Done~! I hope you guys liked it, yeah I know the typical "Shizuo hit somebody with a vending machine and then becomes friends with everybody" is kinda cliché, but its not gonna stay that way for long. Thanks for reading, and review please! Or Shizuo might just turn around and hit you with a vending machine…Ciao~