Out of Story;
DISCLAIMER: I DONOT OWN DURAURARA! All I own is Clara Lilith Witte and the plot!
Chapter One
People tell me that my position will never change. That no matter how time goes on I will be forever labeled as the Daughter of Power or the diplomats daughter. Would it be cliché if I said that I wanted to just be normal? It would…probably. No doubt. But honestly, who can blame me? I didn't choose to be born into this family, no matter what religion or person tells me otherwise. We all have dreams, and we all have things we want to do, but there will always be things that stand in our way. Some problems are along the lines of laziness, or financial problems… Mine? Well, mine is my position, my stubbornness and people trying to control my life. Then again, what person didn't believe that their parents were trying to guide their life to the parents desired goal?
Anyway, I seem to be getting off track from my original plan. My name is Clara Lilith Witte, although most call me just Clara. I suppose this is just a way of narrating my life, and honestly feel awkward doing this. How should I begin telling you how my life decided to just give me a U-turn? Let's take the cliché route yet again…
Just as I did every morning, I awoke to the blaring noise of my alarm clock. The noise seemed to demand everyone's attention in the home, despite the fact that it was an apartment. And.. I was the only one in the place. Slipping out of bed, I felt the familiar cold caress my pale skin. The cold just made me want to return to the haven of my bed and the warm covers and just cocoon myself until I'm asleep again. But I'm an adult now.. with a job, just like pretty much everyone else in this building. Begrudgingly walking to the bathroom, I start the water and strip down. The warm liquid washes over my frame, helping me to wake. Once completely clean, I turn off the water and step out, only to wrap myself in a fluffy cloth.
It isn't a very long trot to my room, but the cooler air does make me shiver. Finally I reach the bedroom and slip into my usual uniform. With the scarlet blouse buttoned and my shoes strapped on, I quickly return to my bathroom. I cringe at the blast of hot air from the blow-dryer, but sigh happily. Clipping my now dry copper hair out of my face, I walk towards my kitchen and begin heating up the water. As it heats up, I rush about as I attempt to get my materials together. God, my boss is going to kill me! That alarm clock needs to be set earlier…Mental note, made. The echo of my heels against the bamboo flooring fills the silence as I return to the kitchen. With the burner off and the water then poured into my travel cup, I place the teabag in it and rush out the door. As I pass open apartment doors, the bitter scent of coffee fills my nostrils. The scent causes me to scrunch up my nose, 'How can anyone stand that scent…' I think to myself before I realize that the scent of excessive amounts of perfume and cologne does not bother me anymore.
The elevator was starting to close, familiar faces standing on its platform. I dash to meet it, slipping in with centimeters to spare. With the shiny metal doors shut, we take the slow trip down to the lobby of the building. There were small conversations, filled with the familiar questions asking how the others were doing, how the family was or if there was any trouble they could help with. The last one was the most empty of all of them. We all separate at the front door, as I give a polite nod to the door-man. I start towards the usual bus-stop, almost automatically before I am stopped by a few men in black suits.
"Miss Witte?" One of the men questions.
"How can I help you?" I respond, raising an eyebrow as the two men exchange glances.
"We were hired by your father. You're going to need to come with us."
I raise an eyebrow as I ask for confirmation. They dial up my father, telling him the situation before finally handing the cellular device to me. On the other end is the familiar voice of the diplomat, who confirms their story. Placing me in a simple navy car, they fill me in on the situation. More and more diplomats were being threatened, and a few even had the threats carried out. I gulp down my fear as they take me to the airport, ushering me towards the private plane. Once on board, I recognize the faces of others in their seats; the ones that I had only seen at banquets. Other children of the diplomats, both young and old, filled most of the seats. Sitting in my seat with my bag in its place near me, I strap in. I hear faint radio calls, signaling it's okay for take off. Soon enough, my suspicions were confirmed as I felt the sensation of lifting off into the air. I put my head on the window and watch the land below grow smaller and smaller, before my eyelids shut.
Warm hands shake my frame, and I open my hazel irises, which trail up the arms before finally resting on the face of their owner. Green irises meet my own, a smug smirk placing itself on the males features.
"Come on, Witte. This is our stop." His voice calls, the familiar mocking tone tells me.
"Oh shut up, Richard." I grumble, unbuckling myself as I stand up. My joints pop as I stretch, grabbing my bag as my childhood friend and I trot off. None of this place is familiar, but by process of elimination (and the language on the sign) I determine that we are indeed…in Japan. One of the guards walks out behind us, and spoke to us.
"Welcome to Ikebukuro, Miss Witte, Mister Knox."
My friend and I trade glances, as we sigh. The guards guide us towards a car, being told that it will drive us to the apartments in which we will live for the time until things have 'settled down'. We drive in silence, well mostly silence. Richards music is blaring through his headphones, and some part of me hope's he does go deaf. But everything seems to stop as a mail box crashes down on the hood of our car.
Author's Note: Yes! The chapter is done. Shizuo will show up next chapter.