A/N: Hey guys! So this is my first Durarara fic, haha.

If it's bad, burn me, flay me alive, virally punch me, orrrrrrrrrrr leave a critique xD whatever makes your day. This is only an experimental fic ^^so if I like it so far, I'll keep writing ^^.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DURARARA. . .OR IZAYA ORIHARA'S BRAIN (as much as I would like to own it)

Enjoy~

Broken Normalcy

Ch. 0: Prologue

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Furukawa Koto desired normalcy.

And she worshipped that normalcy with every fiber in her body. Although more specifically, it had become a second-hand wish with unknown origins that was completely devoid of its original cause.

To put in it simpler terms, it was completely random.

Truly, her sudden desire for normalcy wasn't really that bad, if not unexpected (despite the fact that she still didn't know where it came from). Perhaps, it was because of her observations on other people and their lives. Humans beings, how they moved, talked, changed, developed. Happy one moment, then angry the next; they were the personification of raging thunder storms. Witnessing the drama that had rampaged throughout their lives was so amusing up to the point where she must've made herself too lazy to deal with troublesome ordeals such as those. Or perhaps, it was because she found them too amusing to watch, rather than experience them herself. Although Koto had already undergone most of her conflicts earlier in her life—having to deal with things she would rather bury under the million pieces of sketches on her desk—she at least had a human understanding as to what they were going through, be it vaguely or with a strong interpretation. She was just too lazy to go through them again. Observing the people around her only made her gain another interest in relation to their unique nature.

They were unpredictable.

Unpredictable and incredibly twisted, this was her outlook on the human race. Everyone—even the most innocent had a twinge of dark thoughts.

If they didn't, then they were aliens.

It was fascinating, to see—watch them develop; struggle. Watch as they handled their own problems while seemingly holding the weight of their worlds on a deceiving balance scale.

She regarded herself as no different. After all, she was only human too, and as a fellow human, she quickly accepted the fact that she was not perfect by the age of ten and slowly adapted it to her regular lifestyle.

And at some point in her life, observing her peers from her desk had become a constant past-time as she went through the instinctual movements of observing, uncovering, and predicting. But as she went through the process day by day, she realized that she had never done anything to stop or interfere in another person's problems, be it for the good or the bad. To be honest, why should she? None of their problems had anything to do with her. If anything, it would only put her through unnecessary conflicts that weren't relevant to her personally. If it was in relation to Koto herself, then that would be a totally different story as she went on leading quite a regular life since after middle school, high school, and college, frequenting the library and the art rooms even after she had graduated, and she would sometimes look back and ask herself questions.

Had she ever changed?

Perhaps—perhaps not. She was still the same. Akward, aloof Koto-san from the art room. A divine introvert who took the coward's way. But she never fretted over the idea, considering the fact that her one wish was to live a simple, easygoing life as an artist with the other inhabitant of her house being her cat (bless her beloved Marshmallow). Rather, what was there to stress about? Like the other people that she had observed time and time again, they always worried over trivial things; getting boyfriends and taking tests. It's not like they weren't a big deal; Koto just considered them as. . .unimportant when she thought about it.

Especially in Ikebukuro, where fascinating people lurked and went about their days, Koto found it to be the perfect place for her observations and her work, considering the fact that Ikebukuro was indeed an advertising city. It was, if she had to put an exact opinion on it—different. Although the first time she moved into the city (which was around middle school), she was slightly overwhelmed by the dangers that quickly outweighed the positives. Nevertheless, she came to the unshocking realization and understanding that she was, in fact, a weakling. A tiny, insignificant little human who could sign her fate anytime to a car crash or an unfortunate kidnapping. A tiny, insignificant human who was only a piece, an easily replaceable piece of a whole. And being surrounded by several members of a gang in an abandoned alley was at the very bottom of her list that time. If not for the fact that the police patrolling the area were miraculously at the scene, she would've gotten out with just more than a bruised arm. And the fact that she was so quickly incapacitated didn't sit well with her. Acknowledging her weak self was one thing, but staying that way was even more infuriating. At that rate, her normal lifestyle would crumble and she would possibly be at home all the time cowering in fear! And because she was Furukawa Koto, she wanted to preserve her normal life, and immediately took lessons from a family friend who lived around the area, although it took a good hour to persuade him into letting him teach her—despite the welcome that she got from his friends.

Bless his soul, Dotachin.

Adapting to the city was a bit of a struggle, but once she really set down and unpacked, that exact moment was when she felt the exhilaration and excitement hit her. The rumors, the people, the problems in Ikebukuro. They were fascinating; walking around like ants, and yet they had so much potential inside of them—she wanted to do nothing more but observe. Indeed, it was nothing short of boring. The events that went on, the dangerous people on the streets—the inspirations for her paintings.

Pure bliss.

However, sadly enough, her normal Ikebukuro-esque life was unfortunately about to come to an end, much to her own obliviousness at the time.

If she had known that her normalcy was coming to an end beforehand, she doubted she would've been able to avoid them anyway, and would have most likely chosen her usual cowardly route and avoid it as long as possible. However, she knew very well and very clearly of the one mistake that she had made when it came to living life in observant normalcy.

That is, to never get involved with un-normal people.

That is, to never go near a place with light poles.

That is, to never engage in a fight between Ikebukuro's strongest man and most dangerous information broker.

That is, to never get involved with Izaya fucking Orihara.

Well, all she had to say was that karma was a bitch.

But then again, wasn't this what made her life much more interesting?

Didn't this make her, the introvert, Furukawa Koto, realize that she herself was apparently not normal?

Now that alone was terrifying enough.

A/N: So yeah, this is just the prologue, but. . .yeah. . .I like writing this so far xD

til next time~