Durarara
Roppi and Taukishima
I don't own Durarara or any of the charters this is a story I made in school I have more chapters but I have to type them up because there on paper so it might take a while (ps: sorry for the spelling)
T POV:
I was standing at the train station waiting for the train to a rive, I pulled my white scarf closer to my face sighing, as I did my breath came out as a mist which fogged up my glasses before disappearing. It was an extremely cold night well it was 1 o'clock in the morning so its no longer night, anyway it was an extremely cold morning the frosty air prickled any skin that was exposed.
I had to work late last night at the bar because a few people called in sick hens the reason I'm waiting for a train at 1 in the morning.
"man I should have brought my coat." I whispered to myself regretting leaving it in my apartment a few hours ago.
I feel kind of dizzy today.
Maybe I'm caching a cold?
I moved my stiff fingers to my cheek only just realising how hot they were... I was burning up.
"I must have a serous cold." I whispered in a matter of fact tone and as if on cue my world started to grow hazy.
Why couldn't I be like my cozen Shizuo he never gets sick I thought to my self as I wobbled on my feet.
I saw the light of the train as it came into the station, it was still going relativity fast.
I stumbled forwards.
I had already planed how this would end, in a second I would land on the train tracks in front of the train, a second after I landed I would be hit by the still moving train and die instantly then after they have worked out who the body belonged to my two cousins would morn my death...
I was about to fall in font of the train 'like what I thought' when I heard a small sweet voice yell "STOP!" there was a ruff yank on my right hand which maid my hole body fall backwards on to my saviours lap.
I looked up to see the face of the person with the sweet voice and after I did my world went black.
I woke up much later in a bed, in a room I did not recognise. There was a mumble of voices coming from the room behind the door. I got out of bed when I realised that 1 I was connected to a drip, I checked my face and found that my cold had gone down, 2 it was now light outside so I'm not to shore how long I have been asleep, and 3 my clothes had been changed... I put my hands over my face to hide the blush "how embarrassing." I mumbled around my hands.
After a few mints of embarrassment I stood up to check my appearance in the mirror that was in front of the bed it was a big mirror so I could see all of myself and what I saw made me cringe... slightly, but cringe none the less:
the mirror showed a 21 year old man of medium hight with a tangle of blond bed hair, blue eyes still glassed with sleep covered with crooked glasses, wearing a plain white T-shirt and grey sweat pants that were a little to big.
I wiped my eyes and fixed my glasses while trying to tame the mess that was my hair eventually groaning when I couldn't. I decided to let the people in the other room know about my conciseness. I clicked the door and stepped into the room
R POV:
why?
Why did I save him?
I thought that I would be happier with one less pathetic human...
so why?
