The New Client
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara!
A/N: For the first time ever, I'm going to write a Durarara! story, so I hope you guys like it (:
This is also rated M for future scenes, it's also Izaya x OC
Reviews are greatly appreciate!**
Chapter 1: The Heart of Ikeburkuro
"Breaking News: Online Suicides Continue…"
She read these words that took up a portion of the screen in front of her. She was sitting in a train car, as many tree's and a giant blue sky passed me. It was strange, she thought as she read the screen and tried to listen in, she had never thought of suicide. And even if she did, she wouldn't be comfortable with someone seeing her at her darkest moment if she were to perform it online. Sighing, taking her eyes away from the screen, now staring out the window. Her eyes drifted towards where the train was headed, the sky was now taken over by a mass of tall towers.
It was several minutes before the train finally came to a stop and she found myself stranded in a train station. Using the instructions that she had gotten from the internet, she tried to make her way out of the station. She became slightly nervous when she noticed a bunch of people were giving her weird looks, it couldn't be that strange to see a new face in a city, could it?
After an hour or two of walking around this giant city, she finally made it to the street where her apartment building was, her dark orbs seemed to immediately lighten up at the new found home. She really should of called for a taxi, she thought, climbing up the stairs and making her way into the building. It had a lobby, there was two couches and a small TV on a stand. On her right hand side, a door opened wide enough for the man before her to come out into the lobby.
"Ah! You're are Shimizu Seira?" the old man rattled, he was her height, and quite old. He had barely any hair left on his round head. Seira smiled at the man with a short bow, trying to be polite to the man who she assumed owned the building.
"Hai, and you must be Taniguchi Yasuhide." said Seira in her sweetest voice, the old man gave her a gentle smile while fishing for something in his pocket. Within a few moments he pulled out a key and led the way up the stairs. He had talked to Seira about what was in her apartment, such as a internet connection, running water, but when he decided to talk about the coloring of the walls and floors, Seira couldn't help but tone him out as she eyed the halls.
They came to a door at the end of the hall, which was across from a very large window, Seira couldn't help but think that it was a tad creepy that someone would be able to see her enter and leave her apartment. Her thoughts of this were pushed aside as Yasuhide opened the door and guided Seira in. She had to admit the apartment was nice and spacious. It had a small bedroom and bathroom, along with a living room where she found a small table in the center. The windows were covered by cream colored curtains.
"The movers called and said they should have your stuff in by tomorrow." said Yasuhide at the door way as Seira set her things on the table.
"That's fine, thank you again Taniguchi-san" she replied with a grin, bowing again. Without a word, Yasuhide threw her the key, which she caught surprisingly, as he closed the door behind him.
"Ah! Please Orihara-san! I beg to you out of all people!" pleaded Yasuhide to the younger man in the apartment office. Izaya Orihara sighed, a small irritated smile on his face.
"I suppose I can give you a bit of money, even to someone as grubby as yourself, but of course a trade is in order." replied Izaya as he set himself upon Yasuhide's desk, crossing his leg over the other, leaning back with his arms propping him up.
"T-trade, Orihara-san?" whispered the small man with his eye brow raised, still kneeling before the informant.
"Got any records on anyone interesting here?" Izaya grinned, tossing his closed flick blade in the air and catching it, the process of this was repeated several times before Yasuhide jumped up in realization and ran to a filing cabinet. He filed through all the cream colored folders until he came to one that read "Shimizu Seira". Yasuhide grimaced as he took out the folder and shakily handed it to the man, bowing before him once again.
"S-She just moved here, Orihara-san. I-I-I know you like to collect information on p-people so…" his voice drifted off when he noticed that Izaya was no longer listening.
Izaya looked at the folder with no interest before opening it up. He found the email of whoever this girl was, along with her room number, and an extra key that made him grin behind the papers.
"Very, very good, Yasuhide." Izaya chimed, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a large amount of money and throwing it to the old man. While doing so, he never took his eyes off the file. He noticed that something was on the back of all the papers, flipping it over, was a picture of the girl. Izaya had to admit, she was pretty good looking. Her dark brown hair framed around her slender face and fluttered at her shoulders. He hadn't really paid much attention to the man leafing through the paper money and grinning madly.
With that, Izaya jumped off the desk and stuffed the folder into his jacket.
"Well then, I suppose I'll see you around, old man." Izaya grinned as he walked out, not bothering to close the door behind him.
"Ahhhh, how disappointing." Izaya whined, spinning around in his chair after throwing the file onto his desk. "She won't even be able to talk until tomorrow! If she decides to get online that is."
He paused for only a moment before breaking out into his usual grin. "No matter. I almost know everything there is to know about the girl." he said to himself, taking out the picture. His pointer finger circling around her face.
"You better be fun, Seira-chan." he found himself whispering, eyes narrowing and a sinister grin adorning his handsome face.
It had been seven in the morning when she woke up the next day. After stretching and carrying out a long yawn, Seira lay there sprawled on her back, staring at her ceiling. Today was the day the movers brought her things, she thought, and unfortunately she couldn't start her new job till next week at a clothing store. It wasn't much of a busy week, even here, she had come to terms with that her life probably won't be too exciting compared to her old life that she left behind.
Her cell phone and email had been changed, she left without a word, maybe she hadn't been thinking of the people she cared about at the time as well.
Seira mentally shoved the thoughts away as she scrambled out of bed and made her way into the bathroom. There were only two clean towels that she currently owned, and a bottle of shampoo. Once she had gotten out of her shower, she used a clean towel and messily dried her hair in it, after combing it, she was able to get some sort of volume to it, even though it was a shaggy mess of wet hair.
She pulled on a white, long sleeved t-shirt after drying her body off, the shirt overlapped her high waist shorts that she pulled up effortlessly. She looked out the window once she heard the noise that a truck usually made when it was reversing, it was the movers in the apartment parking lot, they were attempting to park as close as they could to the main doors.
Pulling on a pair of sandals, Seira quickly tried to clean up the dirty clothes, throwing them into a basket, and trying to make as much room as she could for the movers. Opening the door, she was greeted by a tall man, who also seemed very strong.
"You're Shimizu-san?" spoke the taller man in a low, masculine voice. Seira gave him a greeting smile before nodding. He sighed, taking off his hat and scratching the back of his head.
"I'm afraid I can't get much up here at the moment, my partner called off sick and I had no one else to help me. I can bring up what I can for now though."
Seira's smile now long gone, she was only able to give the man a slight frown before nodding in.
"I-It's fine, thank you." Seira bowed, trying not to let this anger her too much. Without a word, the man went to retrieve Seira's current belongings. It took about an hour with the help of Seira, bringing in boxes that held kitchen ware, curtains, pillows, bathroom supplies, and a computer. A few chairs and a small eating table were brought up.
"Jeez, I could of done all this myself." Seira whispered to herself as she set her last box on the living room table. After saying this, the moving man walked in with a tiny slip of paper.
"Here's your bill, but I called in at work and told them the situation, so your price was cut down." he explained, handing her the paper. She nodded in reply, reading over the paper.
"Thanks again for the help." smiled Seira at the tall man.
"I put the rest of your things in the apartment storage room, so no one will be able to get in there but the manager. I can come back at a better time with someone who can help me bring the things up."
"Hai, I'll call in later on to get it sorted out."
With that, the man left, closing the door behind him. Seira slumped to the floor with a sigh, scratching the back of her head. What a waste of money, she thought, unpacking the large mass of boxes.
It was an hour later that she had come to a stop, even though more boxes were still unpacked, she was able to get some things put away. She had no food though, she realized, her refrigerator was downstairs in the storage room.
"Ahhh! Poor refrigerator-kun…" Seira grimaced, putting a hand up to her empty belly. She reached for her small, black purse and pulled out some money. After brushing her hair once again, she set out to find some food at a local market.
Seira hadn't been to sure what street she was on, but the thought of that was gone at once when what looked like a vending machine flew by her. Her eyes as wide as her open mouth, she could only stand there in shock and trying to register what had just happened. A man with blond hair and wearing what looked like a bartender outfit slowly walked towards her, his back hunched and fist clenched. She had now only noticed that a man was laying on the ground, a lot of blood painted on his face, he was cowering away from the man who stood above him.
"P-Please Heiwajima-san!" pleaded the man in a high pitched, croaked voice as he held two hands in front of his face, as if it would be enough to stop the pain that the man was ready to inflict upon him.
"First you run into me with no apology, then you tell me what an idiot I am!" the man growled, a sense of insanity within his voice as it shook, the look on his face made it seem like his words were distasteful as he now held the man off the ground. Seira saw his eyes, they were as round as hers, his sun glasses hanging at the tip of his nose. Without a word, or any other sound, besides the crunching of bones, the man now flew directly in Seira's path, the blond haired man effortlessly grabbed a nearby sign, and swung it at the still flying man as if it were a boomerang.
Seira dropped her purse at the sudden realization that the sign post was heading for her, she felt as if her feet were cemented in the ground, for she was only able to take a shaky step back as the man flew past her. She saw the look in the blond haired man's eyes, they were changed from a look of pure insanity to pure terror.
She closed her eyes, waiting for the impact of the post, but nothing came. She opened her eyes to see what looked like black smoke, the sign devoured by it. She let her eyes open more, she was now kneeling on the ground, the belongings in her purse scattered over the ground.
"Ah, that was a close one." spoke the blond man as he walked over to Seira, hands in his pockets.
She suddenly heard a furry of tapping on what she assumed to be a keyboard, she now looked up to see a feminine body in a black biker suit, the biker also wore a yellow helmet. She was standing next to a large bike that stood proudly behind her. She held her phone up to the man that had nearly killed Seira.
"You should really be more careful when you're throwing things, Shizuo!" read the message, the man known as Shizuo Heiwajima sighed as the sign was dropped in front of Seira, he had now only noticed the girl again when she let out a squeak at the clatter of the sign hitting the paved road.
"Hey, sorry about that." he muttered, grabbing Seira by her hand, lifting her up and putting her belongings back in the purse.
She felt a tap on her shoulder, turning around she came to face a message that read, "Are you okay?".
Seira nodded to the black dressed rider wordlessly, Shizuo handed her the purse.
"Thank you." Seira spoke almost inaudibly, smiling at the handsome man before her, and then to the black rider.
"Are you new? I've never seen you around these parts." spoke Shizuo, in a lazy tone as he returned his hands to his pockets.
"Yeah, I just moved here."
"Did you move in alright?" read another message, Seira had stopped finding this way of communication strange, already used to it.
"I suppose, the movers failed to bring up my other things, so they put it in the storage room-!" she was cut off as she noticed that Shizuo spun her around, his arm around her shoulders as he guided her towards the only apartment building.
The black rider put a hand to her helmet before shaking her head, almost regretfully she and Shizuo even came down this road together. She followed them slowly as they entered the building.
"Alright, where's this stuff? I might as well help you out since I almost killed you."
"N-no! Please! You really don't have to do this!" screeched Seira in panic, Shizuo sighed in frustration as he kicked open a door that was on his right hand side. Seira's head hung low as Yasuhide now jumped in terror, the door coming close to being ripped off it's hinges.
"I haven't even lived here for a week and I'm already going to get kicked out…" whispered Seira to the black rider next to her. Shizuo had apparently heard this, for her grunted in reply as he made his way to Yasuhide.
"You know where the storage room is, manager-san? This girl here needs me to get her things up to her room." explained Shizuo, speaking in his casual tone, despite the terrified, wordless man before him. Seira thought he had to be use to this kind of greeting from people, this made her frown slightly.
"Down the hall…" spoke Yasuhide, narrowing his eyes at Seira before handing Shizuo the key, this made her sigh miserably as Shizuo guided her out and down the hall again.
Seira was amazed how Shizuo effortlessly moved her things up to her room within twenty minutes, he had her couch in one hand with a desk in the other. The second trip he carried her refrigerator with two hands, holding it above his head. She noticed he really wasn't breaking a sweat. While the two woman watched the insanely strong Shizuo, Seira had learned that the black rider's name was Celty.
They even exchanged emails and phone numbers, already growing to become close.
Once Shizuo had finished, they all walked outside and stood in front of the apartment building.
"Thank you both, again. For saving my life, and the money from my wallet." thanked Seira, a large grin plastered on her face as she swung herself back and forth steadily on her heels.
"No problem," Shizuo waved, now walking away from the two man, Celty began to type at her keyboard, "Call if you need anything! We'd be glad to help, even if Shizuo doesn't want to admit it."
Seira smiled at this message, and with that, Celty climbed onto her bike and rode off after waving to Celty. Seira could of sworn she heard the screech of a horse as she rode off at once, that was the only noise the motorcycle made. Well, stranger things have happened.
Little did she know, Izaya watched her from a nearby building, grinning at seeing the girl in person for the first time.
Well, I hope you guys liked it!