Full Summary of The Mystery of Ikebukuro:
It wasn't easy being born in the Orihara family, let alone being the twin of Orihara Izaya. The infamous sociopathic manipulator and known as the 'Demon of Shinjuku'.
It also wasn't easy to be the famous peacemaker between her twin and Heiwajima Shizuo. Which the city pleaded her to be, giving her money depending on how much signs and other things weren't destroyed.
Natsu's just wondering how a simple
vow to protect her brother turned into something way more, like everything in the city of Ikebukuro.
It doesn't help that they both constantly want her attention either. It really doesn't
...
"Izaya, I'm going to stand by your side alright? I'm going to remain next to you from now onwards, no matter what happens. Do you understand?"
"Such a promise...I wonder if you'll keep it Tsu-chan?"
...
I'm just going to say hopelessly in love with Shizuo. Soon after, Izaya crawled upwards there as well. He's kinda hanging though, I love him but I hate him. Anyways, I thought of this in the dead of the night. Izaya is insane , but HOW insane?
Oh, and Izaya is going to be a little OOC in the beginning. It was somewhat necessary, you'll see why soon.
This is my first DRRR! fan fiction. There will be a love triangle. :P
HOPE YOU LIKE!
This will be a short story, just telling you.
OOC!Izaya in the beginning.
Pre!Durarara before it jumps to the present timeline.
WARNING: There will be slight INCEST, read at your own RISK.
((UNEDITED VERSION))
Disclaimer: I don't own the DRRR! storyline, just my plot and Natsu Orihara( my OC)
It wasn't easy being born in the Orihara family, let alone being the twin of Orihara Izaya. The infamous sociopathic manipulator and known as the 'Demon of Shinjuku'.
It also wasn't easy staying by his side the whole time, making sure he doesn't do anything stupid. Which let's face it, everything that her devious twin does is stupid, for it causes trouble in one way or another. Despite her knowledge of this, she stays by his side. Waiting.
Waiting and getting ready to defend him against harm in any way.
One might ask, 'Izaya? Getting hurt?'. Of course, he's received enough death threats and close calls with a certain milk lover, but he's never been hurt so physically for it to be fatal. At least, that's what she knows. But she meant in any way, which included emotionally. For Izaya was fragile.
Now, another would ask on why Orihara Natsu-the name she received from their grandmother-the indifferent, leather jacket wearing, neutral genius would hang with her twin- the chaotic, deceiving, fur coat wearing, mischievous Orihara Izaya.
The answer was simple.
They were inseparable since birth.
Since their parents weren't expecting twins, they didn't have enough money to buy another crib. So they slept together when they were babies, as well as up to when they were five years old they shared a bed. They both shared the observant and analyzing trait since they were little, both of them already sharing a great intellect of academics and the world with those skills. Some people who caught the young twins staring at them got a little nervous, for having two nearly identical twins staring at you in silence was kinda creepy.
The difference between them were the eyes and hair when it came to physical traits. Izaya's eyes were a dark brown with a reddish tint. Natsu's were a mocha brown, you had to squint to see a little red in them. Izaya's hair remained short and was black, Natsu's reached to her upper back, her hair a raven black seeming to gleam blue in certain angles of the light-of course you can only see that if she stopped putting it in her trademark high ponytail. As they grew up, their heights became different. But only slightly. Izaya being one inch taller then Natsu right around they reached high school.
They also had different styles when they turned into adults, for they both liked leather jackets when they were in high school. Izaya wearing it more often since he often didn't follow the schools rules, or go to school in general-which Natsu slightly looked down upon because of her concern on what Izaya was doing while he skipped. After Izaya's leather jacket phase, he began wearing his trademark fur coat with a plain black tee, bottoms, and brown shoes.
Natsu never stopped wearing her leather jacket though-which had a black and red striped long sleeved t-shirt under. She wore it with jeans and sneakers as well. So you can see she sort of had a tomboy style, which she just claimed was the most comfortable for her.
As they grew up during elementary, they always seemed to have the others back. Taking the blame for the others mistakes at the house with their parents. Keeping an eye out for possible idiotic bullies who didn't know who they were messing with.
They trusted each other.
For example, somehow, Natsu got separated from her parents as they were walking the streets of Ikubukero. Her, not ever have been there before at the age of seven, tried to find her parents and her twin Izaya. She was rather calm for a lost child, for she knew it was best to stay put whenever you got lost. So the people looking for you wouldn't look frantically as you both walked in circles. She was close to an alleyway though, and through that alleyway came a man that said he had candy. Natsu, knowing never to trust strangers, just gave a polite and straight no and began to walk away from the dark alleyway. The man didn't have it though, he suddenly grabbed her by the arm and covered her mouth to prevent her shout for help, dragging her into the alleyway, where a white can was.
Natsu began to thrash and wiggle. Doing anything to have the man let go, despite having a small seven year old body and that he was a fully grown man. It only made him tighten his hold on her, making Natsu wince in pain at the possible red marks and bruises on her pale skin.
A thought came to Natsu then.
The news that she watched every day as she grew up, told of events like this. Events where children are taken and never seen again. Where humans meant to bring harm upon them, some not even revealing the body. Having the parents never see them again, dead or alive.
Humans.
Bringing harm to their own kind, children no less.
When Natsu watched, it left a bitter taste in her mouth and her stomach felt like it had a rock in it.
Why would humans cause harm to each other she wondered?
Why would they kill, abuse, or violate children of the next generation? The kids who will eventually lead them in the world?
It made no sense to her.
It still doesn't, as she was getting closer and closer to the white van.
She was going to be one of those children.
She was never going to see her family again.
Her parents.
Izaya.
'Izaya...'
She couldn't leave her twin alone. They were inseparable. Who knows what would happen to Izaya? Natsu knew from the beginning that Izaya was fragile, not in the body, nor in the mind-but in the heart.
If she disappeared...
She fears he would be broken forever.
But she can't do anything!
She's weak.
She can't get away.
She can't handle this herself without someone helping her.
...
Did anyone even see her get grabbed in the alley? Was everyone lost in their own world? Not noticing a girl talking to a strange man?
...
Did they see but not care?
Is that how humans are?
Natsu thought of how her teacher briefly mentioned parts of history, mainly the wars this world went through because of humans.
All because they were selfish.
Selfish of their own goals.
'A flame burned into Natsu's heart and eyes just then. A flame of hate. It grew larger as years passed, and would possibly never lessen.'
She felt the man open the doors of the white van, preparing to get her in.
"Stop right there!" She heard a man shout.
Just then, she saw Izaya, with thier parents and police-a steely look of hatred at the man and relief as he looked at her.
She was saved by Izaya that day.
She was saved by her twin because she couldn't save herself. What would've happened if he didn't reach her in time? Natsu didn't know for sure, but she knew it wouldn't have been good for her. So she asked her parents if she can have martial art and parkour lessons. Martial arts to learn how to fight and defend, and parkour to learn how to escape and run away with objects around her.
Her parents, still shakened at the fact that their daughter was almost taken-accepted to take her to classes for martial arts but denied the parkour, claiming it was too dangerous of a sport. Her, expecting such an answer, accepted. Thinking to herself that she could just practice by herself, using the internet, books, as well as observing people in parkour competitions. And she did.
She practiced by herself in different alleyways in Shinjuku as well as Ikebukero when she got the chance. One day, she was confronted by Izaya as she was practicing in a random alleyway-them being already ten. She hasn't fully mastered neither martial arts or parkour yet. Despite already having a black belt in Karate, she wanted to learn more. Needed to learn more.
She was thinking of doing something like Jujutsu or Judo...
Also, parkour wasn't an easy sport for a young kid, who barely fully developed their bones and muscles for such a sport that requires it, as well as stamina.
"Oi~ Nee-chan!" Izaya yelled out with a grin, back when it was just innocent instead of appearing like a maniac. Natsu missed those grins.
She looked down from where she was, spotting him below her.
She yelled out in mild irritation.
"Izaya, what do you want? What if you caught me by surprise and I fell from your sudden shout?"
Izard suddenly pouted.
"So cold. Why don't you call your older brother Nii-chan or Izaya-nii like you do with those little monsters back at home?"
Mairu and Kururi were already born, being a year old now since their birth. Which made Izaya and her nine years older then them. Now, if you're wondering when exactly he started his dislike towards his younger sisters-it was since day one.
Literally. Right when they were newborns, when their mother and them came home with them. Izaya and Natsu looked at them both laying in the crib, staring. What surprised Natsu was that her newborn sisters stared straight back, specifically Izaya, whose brows were furrowed. They kept staring, Natsu flicking her eyes back and forth at the childish game of who would blink first.
Then, Mairu she believed, gave a toothless grin. Which shouldn't be scientifically possible mind you, since she is a newborn baby. They shouldn't even be awake, newborn babies only cry and sleep. They don't sit awake and stare at things, specifically at her twin.
Mairu then blubbered, causing spit to go everywhere on Izaya's face.
Izaya backed away in disgust, wiping his face with his hand as he had a scowl. Mairu's grin seemed to widen and Kururi let out a small smile, again, not scientifically possible.
"I don't like them."
Natsu looked at him in a deadpan.
"Izaya, they're babies. They didn't do anything that's worth your dislike yet."
Izays gave a small glare at the younger twins.
"I don't like them."
Natsu sighed in exasperation.
His dislike gradually escalated as their younger twin sisters grew up, another scientifically feat. Having 2 twins from the same parents. Twins were supposed to skip a generation, perhaps that is why Mairu and Kururi acted like they did. Or perhaps her and Izaya are the odd ones, either way, it wasn't normal.
They always caused trouble and liked to annoy Izaya. And each time they did, they would run behind 'Tsu-nee', claiming that Izaya was going to kill them. And Natsu always(sometimes, Izaya likes to exaggerate) defended them and scolded Izaya as Mairu stuck her tongue out while Kururi held Natsu's shirt in silence. This brought out the jealousy of Izaya, for they always tried to grab Natsu's attention to annoy him. For they knew what they were doing, knew how easily jealous Izaya was when it came to Natsu's attention. And that's how the hate came to be between her siblings.
Natsu rolled her eyes at him as she climbed back down, Izaya liked to bring up that he was older by thirty seconds a lot. Even though it always seemed that it was her taking care of him when they grew older. But she caught his jealous tone and looked at him as she reached the ground. His face remained in a pout and childish annoyance, for even though they were smart and observant, they were still children. Izaya was one too, once.
Natsu's eyes softened.
"You're my twin, basically my other half. Why would I call you with a honorific? We are too close for such things Izaya."
He looked at her and had a slight flush on his cheeks at what she said as he scratched the back of his neck.
"Right! Anyways, don't worry about the falling part then Tsu-nee. You are too skilled for such a thing to happen. And if it did,"
He let out a childish and innocent grin.
"Your older brother would always be there when you fall."
'Such innocent words he spouted then, too bad that now they had a different meaning.'
Natsu let out a small smile in response; that she saved for her loved ones, specifically Izaya. But then quickly went back to business.
"You still didn't answer my question, Izaya. What did you want?"
Izaya then put his hands on his hips.
"I want you to teach me parkour."
Natsu, bewildered at the sudden request, asked why. Izaya replied.
"The same reason you did Tsu-nee."
Right.
When that incident happened in Ikebukero, Natsu said she wanted to learn how to run away. She never specified what though. One might obviously say it's to run away from danger or to avoid fights and such. But not for Natsu.
She wanted to get away, that was true.
But she wanted to run away from the world.
She wanted to easily reach the rooftops where it appeared you could touch the sky like a bird.
She wanted to run away from the world that held selfish and greedy humans.
She wanted to get away from it all, and from Izaya's expression, it seemed he did too. And so she taught him what she knew.