Hello everyone! You can call me Korbin if you want, this is one of my first Durarara! stories~Durarara! is so addicting, I really love it, both anime and the books.
Please review, it really does give me inspiration and if you could give me some critiques that would be great! Favorite, Alert all that good stuff! Okay, on with the story!
How do you fight something you can't see? How do you defeat an exact clone of yourself? You know every strategy they have, but they know yours as well. You are stuck in a game of cat and mouse where no one can win, but everyone can lose. One wrong decision, one miscalculated command, and it was all over for her and many others. The morning was bright, smiling over her head that wanted to crawl back underneath her covers and never speak to another human soul. She wanted everything to end, but her wishing wouldn't fix everything she had broken. Her wishing wouldn't let her go back in time and stop her from making that one little promise to so many people.
[How can I be sure th—]
Her fingers stopped mid-sentence, her eyes darting around the screen to the newest message that popped out. The backspace button was harshly pressed, an exasperated groan escaping her.
Bing!
[Do you doubt me now? After I have helped you for the past two weeks, I figured you would trust me just a tiny bit more… T.T I'm so hurt.]
She didn't want to trust him at all. She didn't even want to know he existed. When she first read the name he typed in his email to her, she knew he could never have her trust, but there were no other options. Her well of knowledge had run dry the second the situation left Kabukicho. Ikebukuro wasn't her turf. She knew next to nothing except for one name.
Bing!
[Are we still connected Misa-chan? Are you too scared to reply to me? : ) ]
A challenge; and like the thick-headed person she was, she blindly rushed forward, hammering slim, pale fingers on the keys of her laptop without a second thought.
Cling-cling!
[My sister called for me, I didn't have time to reply. I told you before; I'm not scared of you.]
A second passed, then two, then three but the entire time the small box proudly beamed 'Your friend is typing…', mocking her with every painstakingly long moment it wouldn't fade away from her screen. She scoffed, leaning back into her black desk chair, blowing at her black bangs that blocked her eyes.
"Friend. Yeah, right."
Bing!
She sprung forward, eyes glued to the screen to take in every single letter he had typed.
[I never said you had to be scared of me Misa-chan, maybe it's just that you know you can't handle what is going on and you are too scared to come out and face it. You want to hide in the shadows again, aren't the shadows what led to this problem in the first place? : ) ]
Her hands slammed down on the desk in front of her, for a moment she contemplated punching the computer screen and hoping he felt it, but then she realized her anger was just taking over and she shook the ludicrous thought from her mind. The word 'idiot' ran around in her head like a bee shaken in a jar but she wasn't sure if it was directed at herself or at her so called 'friend'. Long fingers began to comb through long black hair, trying to find a suitable response before she was spammed with stupid comments.
"Big sister?"
Her tense body relaxed at the small voice from her door frame, she turned slightly and couldn't her but give a soft smile to the child that was peeking through her bangs, holding onto a pink bunny for dear life. At seeing that she had gotten the attention she wanted, her grip on the bunny loosed until the stuffed doll fell to the ground.
"Yes?"
The little girl rushed forward, hoping into the elder's lap and smiling. The elder gave a laugh and momentarily glanced back at the screen that was making annoying sounds.
Bing!
[Misa-chaaaaaaaaaaaaan!]
Bing!
[!]
Bing!
[Are you ignoring meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee? T.T]
Bing!
[!]
'Misa-chan's left eye twitched in frustration. She rapidly typed on the keys.
Cling-cling!
[Little sister woke up. Talk later. Bye.]
A response shot in before she could close the window.
Bing!
[Thought she was awake before. :/]
"Who are you talking to big sister?"
The little one made an attempt to turn around and look at her sister's conversation, but was quickly held in a tight one armed embrace. Even if the child was well-aware of everything that was going on around her and her big sister, she couldn't help but want to preserve the last little bits of innocence and ignorance in the little one. It may have been a late start, but she could start by making sure she never had any kind of contact with the sociopath known as Izaya Orihara.
"No one Kiara."
Cling-cling!
I lied. Bye.
The small 'Your friend is typing…' box popped out once more but the entire computer was shut down before another sentence could be posted. Bright gray eyes looked up in confusion, ready to question but they were bribed away with promises of pancakes with bathtubs-worth of syrup and whipped cream. Breakfast was quiet as it always was, the older girl still thinking deeply about the words of the crazed man she spoke with online.
"Hey," Her attention as suddenly drawn to little Kiara. "We're family, right?" She bobbed her head in acknowledgement. "Well protect each other!"
Everything seemed to freeze, even the deep breathe she was taking in stopped, giving her a sharp pain in her chest.
'We're family now! We'll protect our own. I promise!'
"Y-Yeah." A forced smile made its way onto her lips. Her eyes drifted out to the open kitchen window. The sound of forks scraping against plates sounded again. "We'll protect our own." It was the child's turn to nod in agreement as she watched her big sister reaching for the cell phone she carelessly dropped onto their kitchen counter just moments ago. "Shinjuku Station? What is the latest train leaving for Ikebukuro?"
