Here you go :D New story~ Durarara! :3 Sorry 'bout OOC-ness, but.. eh. Idk.
Enjoy~
Everything Happens for a Reason
Chapter 1: Purely An Accident
Xandria POV
"What?" I screamed as I was awoken harshly by a slap to the face.
"Hi, " smiled my roommate and best friend, Reilly. She was leaning over me, her bright red hair hanging around her face like a curtain.
"What the fuck, bro?" I growled, pushing her off lightly and yawning. I walked to the kitchen and got a cinnamon brown sugar Poptart and stuffed part of it into my mouth nonchalantly, just to silence the growling in my stomach. I finished the Poptart amd walked to the balcony of our twentieth-story apartment and lit a cigarette, lifting the filtered end to my mouth and took a long pull.
"NO FUCKING CIGARETTES!" I heard Reilly's yell, then felt a harsh slap to the back of my red-and-black-haired head. The cigarette went tumbling down to the streets below, to my dismay.
"Fuuck, " I cried, watching the smoking stick of tobacco and paper as it fell.
"And now for the ash tray!" Reilly smirked, picking up my black and red glass ash tray and chucking it down to the street, as well.
"Dammit, Reilly, what the fuck is your problem?" I yelled, looking down at the busy main street of Ikebukuro. A growl came from the back of my throat as I turned to the red-head, fuming.
"I hate smokers!" she said enthusiastically, shrugging.
"So you waste my money?" I asked, emphasis on 'waste' in my statement. She didn't reply, so I just walked back to my room to change out of my sleep clothes, and into my normal clothes - black skinny jeans, a blue and black Monster Energy shirt, a black studded belt, and black "Drop-out" Etnies.
My name is Xandria Raven. I'm twenty-three years old (well... I look that age. I'm an immortal, so I'm far older than that, in reality). I have black hair that tapers into my face and reaches beyond my waist, the underside is dyed a bright, bloody red color. I had snakebites, a nose stud, and numerous piercings up either ear. I almost always wore eyeliner and mascara, and I was pale as fuck.
I walked out of my room in the said clothes, stuffed a switchblade, my phone, and my chained wallet into my pockets and out of the apartment building. I walked along the busy streets, looking around at the mid-morning traffic - on foot and the road. I saw a familliar figure and took off across the street, weaving through the cars and handspringing over a few hoods, yelling, "Izaya!" enthusiastically. For some reason, he started running and weaving through the crowd of pedestrians that crowded about, mingling pointlessly.
"Oi!" I growled, running after him, actually managing to jump onto his back. I half-smiled and boldly licked his cheek. "Hi." I murmured. It was simple and very odd, to most - but completely normal to me.
"I don't know if I should be honored or disgusted by that, " Izaya trailed off questioningly. I shrugged, still clinging to his back.
"Hmm. You taste like Axe..." I murmured, inhaling deeply to try to define which kind of Axe he was wearing, just to start coughing.
"Can you... not... cough on the back of my neck?" Izaya muttered over his shoulder to me.
"Why? Does it... bother you?" I asked, leaning closer and licking his cheek again - I bet I was getting the weirdest looks. But, hey, I'm insane. So what?
I could feel Izaya shudder slightly, then heard his voice again, "It's just weird, Xandria. How would you feel if I licked you?"
"I'd probably start laughing." I said truthfully - I was incredibly ticklish. Poke me, and I'm laughing my ass off. All true.
"Laugh?"
"Yessir."
~Flashback Start~
Xandria POV
I bumped into someone and I looked up. I saw a guy wtih crimson eyes, black hair, and who wasn't in the Raira uniform - oh, hell. I wasn't either.
"Oops." the guy said nonchalantly.
I raised an eyebrow, "Oops? Really, just 'oops'? What a dick."
"Excuse me?" he raised an eyebrow, as well, a smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth.
"You heard me, buddy." I responded bluntly. I glared up at him, my icy blue eyes boring into him.
"A lady, such as yourself, shouldn't be speaking like that, you know, "
"Oh fucking well."
He sighed.
"Are you really lecturing me about this shit?" I ground out, emphasizing the word 'shit.' I stuffed my hands into the pockets, still holding eye-contact with this stranger.
After that said, we carried on an argument about it all - I fucking blew my top, spitting curse, upon curse, and Izaya (I learned his name in the argument, and vice-versa) kept his cool. We surely didn't mix well, at first. Once the arguing was over, I blandly asked, "Wanna be friends?"
Izaya shrugged, "Sure, why not?"
"Okay, cool... There's one thing I gotta do, though."
"Okay?"
"C'mere..." I murmured.
Izaya stepped closer.
"Closer..."
He moved closer.
"...closer..."
Another step forward.
"A little closer, "
Izaya moved closer, until he was two inches away, an eyebrow raised curiously.
"Okay." I smiled, leaning forward and licking his cheek.
Izaya POV
I blinked. Now I think this is a bad idea. I thought, taking a few steps back. I wiped away Xandria's warm saliva, shaking my hand in disgust, and she just laughed to herself, seeming satisfied.
The short black-haired girl I'd just met dragged me over to one of her friends - a slightly taller girl with crimson-colored hair. The two talked for a moment quietly, then Xandria finally introduced us.
"Izaya, this is Reilly. Reilly, this is Izaya."
I nodded in this so-called 'Reilly's' direction. Then, Xandria whispered something to Reilly, then the two giggled.
Xandria beckoned for me to come closer, once more. "Hey... hey, Izaya. C'mere, "
I slowly walked forward towards her, just to be licked again. I shuddered, then sighed, going to wipe it away again, then stopped myself.
"There's no use in wiping it away. It'll just happen again." I thought bitterly, making myself just accept it.
~End Flashback~
Xandria POV
"It would really tickle?" Izaya asked me humorously.
"Yeah, it'd tickle." I responded, shrugging.
"Really? You're that ticklish?"
"Yes - haven't you figured that out? You've known me since freshman year, for fuck's sake, Izaya!" I exclaimed.
Izaya, then, looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding hunter's truck. "How could I not catch onto that?" he asked himself in disbelief. Real disbelief. Not his sarcastic, 'Oh my!' disbelief-shit trick. "I've known you for, what, nine years?"
I nodded slowly, dropping off of his back to walk beside him, and Izaya just walked in silence.
"Izaya..." I murmured, poking his shoulder. No response. I pulled his hair lightly and repeated his name, again. "Izaya..."
I took his silence as an initiative to mess with him. "Izaaayaaaa.." I poked his stomach, then his cheek. "Iza.." I prodded his sideds. "Hey... respond. Or I'll do something that you'll probably take as an insult." No. Fucking. Response.
"Dammit, Izaya." I growled, going up on my tip-toes and went to kiss him on the cheek, but he just had to turn his head right when I was about to make contact. Our lips pressed together and our eyes went wide. Blue staring into crimson, alarmed. More awkward than licking somebody's face, by far.
"Oookay, " Izaya said quietly, looking away from me. I looked straight ahead of me as we walked in silence.
~Flashback Start~
Xandria POV
"Hey, Izaya.. what test score did you get?" I asked. Izaya turned around to face me.
"Failed it, " he said bluntly. I spit into the palm of my hand discreetly and held up the said hand.
"High five!"
Izaya's hand slapped against mine, and he immediately looked disgusted. "Ew... oh, hell, that's nasty!" he said, turning and wiping the spit onto Reilly's jacket. I laughed so hard. Reilly screamed something and wiped it on the kid next to her, who she didn't know. Then Izaya joined in on the laughing.
We could be so mean, sometimes.
~End Flashback~
Xandria POV
I lit a cigarette as we walked, taking a long pull on it. I exhaled smoke and heard Izaya cough a bit, to my right. I bit my pierced bottom lip and put out the cigarette nervously, burning my hand in the process. "Shit!" I hissed, clutching at my hand. "Fuuuck, "
"You okay, there?" I heard Izaya ask quietly. I was shocked - for once, Izaya gave a fuck about someone other than himself. For once. I'm sorry, but that was a first. A huge step for this selfish bastard.
"Yeah, no.. not really..." I sighed, looking at Izaya for the first time since the accidental kiss.
"BITCH!" I yelled suddenly, being tackled to the ground from behind, by, none other than, Reilly.
"Xandriaaa!"
"Fuck you!" I howled.
"Sorreh, " the red-head smiled sheepishly.
I looked to where Izaya was... and... he wasn't there.
Nowhere in sight.
Like? Dislike? PM me or Review and let me know if I should continue :] Again, sorry for the OOC. :I Izaya is just a difficult character to grasp in my mind. (if you've seen my other bullshit DRRR! fanfics, you can see that) So yeah.
-BrokenBlackkDahlia