Hi hi ! This is my first story so please if I made mistakes or if there is something you dislike, feel free to tell me :)
Plus I don't own Durarara ;P
Apparently a life can change because of the arrival of someone ... do you believe it ?
It was a common evening: Shizuo was heading for his apartment. He was thinking about what happened earlier at his job.
"Today was a very nerve-racking day. What were you thinking? We claimed the payment to a deeply indebted woman who would rather buy shoes, make-up and clothes than pay her debts. She nearly jumped out of the window of her flat which was 20 feet high: Fortunately I caught hold on her! She eventually paid. Another one was a man who loved to go to the casino in his spare time and spent all his saving and salary in games of chance. He tried to attack Tom with a knife but I stopped him quickly. Those people no longer have money but they are tough! What an unoriginal day! At least, Tom didn't have been hurt."
Shizuo was walking while he was lost in his thought and when he got back to himself, he chose to take a shortcut because he wanted to go back home quickly, he was after all tired. He went through little gloomy alleys. There was nobody, it was because of the clock: Shizuo finished work in the middle of the night. Plus it was dark because of the lack of street lamps. Today, Shizuo hasn't been attacked, mugged or wounded: there wasn't any ambush … and there wasn't any trace of the flea's presence in Ikebukuro since one week now. It wasn't normal. Shizuo won't complain about this man: he hated his guts since the first time he saw him in High School. But the fact that he wasn't showing the tip of his nose …
"It stinks" Shizuo thought when he took another empty alley and took four steps forward before he figured out that someone was following him. Shizuo started to stride along and speeded up a little. He listened that the person was still walking behind her and still hid herself.
"It stinks" Shizuo thought louder in his mind than the words escaped his mouth. He took four big steps again and stopped abruptly. A vein popped up in his temple and he brusquely turned round and faced the tight street corner
"Show yourself at once! I'm not in a playing mood; moreover the hide-and-seek game isn't my favorite" He creaked his finger joints while he was yelling at the unknown ghost.
"…" No answers
"Okay, sorry but I have to do some things so bye" He began to go away when a figure was suddenly outlined in the other side of the alley. Shizuo was staring at it with impatience and recognized that the other one wasn't very high … he was more like a … kid? Yes, it was doubtless a kid!
"What is a little kid doing here at night? Without his parents or someone who can look after him!" Shizuo was so locked up in his mind that he didn't notice that the little man was approaching him. When he finally managed to chase away the fog of questions in his head, he heard a little smothered voice followed by some slight coughs
"Help me" That's what the little voice said
"Huh? Who are you for telling me orders? Why are you here at this hour of the night?"
"Help me" The little said again, his face hidden by the dark of the alley
"Come back to your home, I can accompany you if you want … no I WILL accompany you! A kid shouldn't hang around alone at night here"
"…" No answers again. There was a dead silence: only the wild wind can be heard.
Then Shizuo asked with a calm tone
"Hey kid! Tell me where you live" He took a cigarette while he was talking and lit it.
"I'm cold" The voice was childish, of course but Shizuo recognized the tone of a little boy. His voice reminded him Kasuka's when he was younger. It was monotonous and almost mute: like a whisper.
"I don't have time to play with … Hey! Get out of here!" The little boy suddenly caught the fabric of Shizuo's barman pants. He was holding it like if he ever let go … something terrible would had happened. The tall blond tried to move his leg but the little guy never let go of it. Shizuo wasn't able to think correctly with this kid stuck at him.
"I warn you, don't get on my nerves"
"… I don't care" Then the little kid coughed again and still hid his head into the fabric of the barman costume.
After a deep breathe of his cigarette, he broke it in two and threw it on the floor and put his two hands on each shoulder of the kid and after a big sight he pulled him away from his left leg without difficulty. The little boy wasn't heavy at all.
"I told you to let go!" He cleaned his pants quickly like if the kid had dribbled on it and decided to give a last quick look at the boy … "I don't have time to play, tomorrow Celty and Shinra will come to eat lunch with me. So I have to be presentable and not look sleepy. Quicker I will be at home, better will be my condition tomorrow. I'm dead tired!" He raised his eyebrows when he saw the little boy, on the ground, who was begun to cry while he was still coughing. "Ohhh Fuck" Shizuo took two steps in the direction of the kid … but he turned back and left the boy sobbing in the middle of the street… then he stopped again when he heard the little voice talking
"Please … don't let me alone… I don't know where I am" The little boy was looking at the floor, eyes full of tears.
"You're in Ikebukuro which is in Toshima" Shizuo said with an annoyed tone "Now come back at your home, your parents are surely worried!" Shizuo thought at the time when he and his little brother tried fifteen years ago to run away because they wanted to go off in search of adventure. The day after, the policemen finally caught them and brought them in the police station. They called their parents and when Mr. and Heiwajima arrived at the station they were so worried than their mother, instead of scold and punish them, hugged them in a big embrace which last several minutes. On the other hand, their father has forbidden them to go out and watch TV for 3 weeks. "I was carefree when I was little like him". He gave a tissue to the little boy and gave him a long glance
"Well …" The little boy hesitated "… I don't know where Toshima is … and I don't know where my 'home' is" He coughed again
" You're pulling my legs … please tell me that you are kidding me …" Shizuo raised his eyes to heaven " Hey that's the flea who sends you to me just for making me go off the rails huh? If you tell me the truth I won't be mean with you: I promise!" The blond rubbed his eyes and put one of his hands on his head
"No … "He coughed louder "… help me" The kid tried to get up, he walked during several seconds before he passed out in the street in front of the ex-bartender. Shizuo, in a surge of surprise, hurried up and caught hold of the little boy before the little man was able to crash his head on the pavement.
He put his palm on the kid's forehead … he was burning. He noticed during all the little 'conversation' than the kid was coughing non-stop. Maybe he was sick… "Fuck this kind of thing only happens to me … always! What did I do in my life which can explain all the blunders in my life? Damn" Shizuo can't let him like that outside, defenseless, sick and feverish. He carried the little boy in his arms and walked to his flat. The streets were empty and there wasn't any trace of the different gangs who resided in Ikebukuro. The wind became to be cold and heavy. Shizuo managed to go upstairs without any problems. He opened the door, entered and closed it. He turned on the lights and put the kid down gently on his bed.
The bedroom wasn't full of furniture. There were a big bed, a bedside table with a lamp and an alarm on it. There was a little window next to the bed. In front of the door, there was a desk with nothing on it …. Just covered in dust.
"This night I think I will sleep on the couch…" He whispered to himself while he recovered the little boy asleep with his sheets.
"Tomorrow I will ask Shinra to treat his disease" He closed the door of his bedroom and went to the bathroom to take his clothes off and wear his pajamas… he washed his face with cold water and looked at the clock on his cellphone : it was near 1 AM.
"It is late … I will sleep only few hours again… So tireeeeeeed" He fell on his couch and he closed his eyes. He was thinking about who can be this little boy, how will react his parents …what will say the headless rider and the underground doctor… so many questions…
Before he was able to drown himself in sleep, he wrote a text message to Shinra with his cellphone
"Hey Shinra, tomorrow can you bring your paraphernalia because there is someone here who …" He stopped and deleted what he was just writing. He wrote it again after some thoughts. The beginning was okay but the continuation wasn't "… your paraphernalia because I feel sick and I don't know what I have. I cough a lot and have a big fever. See you tomorrow "He sent it before he turned his mobile off. He didn't want to worry Shinra about the little kid now; he will tell him when he and Celty will come. He turned off the lights and hid himself away in his blanket.
Shizuo didn't have to wait too long for the coming of the sandman: he fell asleep more quickly than he had thought.
So what did you think about this ? Good ? Not interesting ? Hopeless ? Please tell me your point of view : my ears are all open !