A couple of things.
1. I changed my name. It sounds less cheesy now. Heh.
2. I won't be continuing Future in my Hands, and Fly Away Now. Unless I get reviews, and hatemail that is. I don't exactly like people who PM me stating that a certain character of mine is a mary sue. Seriously, if you have the balls to do that much, at least review it. Just a piece of advice. (What I find really ironic is that the person who PM'd me had a fic with a mary-sue OC. Heh.)
Anyway, about this fanfic of mine. First of all, I started this back in like, June, so that might be why the writing in the first half is weird. I tried to re-type it, but it actually looked pretty good for something I typed over seven months ago! I've got the basic plot thought out, and I'm thinking about doing a time-skip next chapter. (A one year type skip, though.) This fanfic won't be true to canon, by the way. But then again, eighty% of fanfics aren't really true to canon so I don't feel alone in doing this after all.
Anri/Izaya seem more canon to me then Anri/Shizuo, somehow. I love both pairings equally, however. I just find Anri/Izaya to be more... devious and sexy, really. Anri/Shizuo's more sweet and fluffy.
I'm beta'ing this myself, by the way. So alert me to any mistakes I make. Oh, and I'm thinking about doing a half-assed smut scene. (Emphasis on the 'half-assed' part.) Should I attempt it?
By the way, it's really hard to type Anri's character after all this time. Ahahaha.
Oh, and the chapters title is based on a song. No Logic by Luka. (A Vocaloid. You can find the song on YouTube.) It just seemed to click with the first chapter, really.
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! nor any of it's characters.
Chapter one
I can be imperfect, and imperfect I'll stay...
Spinning around from looking out the window, Izaya smiled at his visitor. Not a genuine smile mind you, but as close of a smile as he could muster up. "What brings you here to my office, Anri-Chan?"
Twitching her fingers around, Anri looked up from looking at her shoes and looked Izaya in the eye, hoping that she wasn't wearing an embarrassed blush on her cheeks. "U-Um, I heard that you know everything that happens in Ikebukuro, correct?"
"Not just Ikeburukuro, but all of Japan, Anri-Chan." Izaya corrected, using a girlish voice. "Though, I do know some things outside of Japan. I mostly learn that stuff from the news, however. Mostly poorly written fake gossip and that."
Shifting around, Anri continued to play with her fingers. Though, she wouldn't look away from Izaya's eyes. "What I came here for is… that I want to control Saika. I want to protect my only two friends… but I'm sure that one day I may go berserk and start killing everything in my path."
"Kida-Chan and Mikado-Chan right? I know those two! You could say I'm one of Mikado's best friends." Izaya put his hands on his desk, now smirking. He liked where this was going.
"…" Anri knew that Izaya often went off topic with his crazy comments at times, so she continued where she left off. "Anyway, do you know anyone who could help me, Izaya-San?"
Still smirking, Izaya spun around in his chair while laughing his head off. Anri flinched at the sudden outburst from Izaya. "Hehehehehe… Anri-Chan, what if I told you I do know someone who can help you?"
"Huh? You do? Who, exactly?" Anri piped up suddenly, she was hoping that Izaya knew someone that could help her control her powers, but she really wanted someone who wasn't at all like Izaya himself.
Getting up from his chair, Izaya walked up to Anri until he was in her face. "What if I told you that he's right here in this room, Anri-Chan?" Well, her hope for him not knowing anything about Saika, other than the person who could help her control Saika.
That still took Anri off guard, in more ways than one. That someone was Izaya himself? And why was he so close to her face? "U-Um, are you joking, Izaya-San?"
"My, my. What makes you think I'm joking? After all, I do love my history! Swords are the most interesting things next to dullahans and valkeries!" Izaya said, in a singsong like voice.
Looking away from Izaya's face, Anri really couldn't believe in dullahans or even valkeries. Then again, Celty-San was headless, but she was often called the 'headless reaper' or 'the black biker', not a dullahan! "Are you saying that you want to help me or not?" Anri said, lowering her head again, and looking at her shoes.
"Is that a bit of attitude there, Anri-Chan? I'm greatly insulted! I never asked you to dislike me!" Izaya didn't stop smiling though, which made Anri feel uneasy. "By the way, did you eat strawberries recently?"
There he goes, going off topic again. This time, Anri decided to reply to his strawberry comment, he'd likely . "I ate strawberry shortcake. Why bring that up?"
"I forgot to tell my housewife to get those while she's out shopping! Oops! I love strawberries, in case you didn't guess yet, Anri-Chan." Izaya said, smiling.
Looking up again, Anri looked confused. His housewife… since when did Izaya have a housewife? "Izaya-San, you have a housewife?"
"Why, yes I do. Her name is Namie, and she's a pain to deal with. I have to fix everything that she messes up!" Izaya seem agitated now. It seemed like he didn't exactly like this 'Namie', or just couldn't get along. "As I was saying before, I can help you, but for a price. I don't accept stuff unless someone pays me, after all!"
"I don't have much money, Izaya-San." Anri said, hoping that she didn't have to pay or anything like that. Her relatives were already paying for her apartment, and that. She didn't exactly want to beg for money, or anything extreme.
"I know, most high school students without parents don't, after all!" Izaya happily said, looking devious. "I do have a price in mind, but you may or may not like it, Anri-Chan."
Anri looked away again, and took a deep breath. "What's your price, Izaya-San?" Anri really hoped that anything but… her pridewas the price. She took back the money comment; it was looking a lot nicer then what Izaya very likely had in mind.
"I want you," Bracing for the possible answer that Izaya could possibly give, Anri shut her eyes tightly. "to become my future wife!"
'E-Eh?'Anri was confused now. Izaya wanted her, Sonohara Anri, to become his wife, for the price of controlling her power? Izaya sure did confuse Anri. "W-W-What?" Anri finally stuttered out after a minute had passed.
"Are you hard of hearing, Anri-Chan? I want you to become my wife, when you're eighteen of course!" Izaya said, smiling all the more. Only this time, it was less devious, and more genuine. For him anyway.
"W-Why me though? I-I thought you hated me, o-or you had no interest in me…" Anri really only met Izaya three times. Once when Mikado saved her from these bullies, but well, Izaya helped her then. Another time when Celty came to see Mikado. And finally when she and Izaya fought. He didn't seem to show an interest in her until their little fight, but even then he seemed bored.
"Are you kidding me? I've always liked you!" Now was the time to blush, and Anri sure was blushing. Her entire face was red at Izaya's comment. "Then again, I like all humans. But you're a special case, Anri-Chan. With Saika, and me becoming a valkeries we'll be an indestructible couple! What do you say, Anri-Chan, will you become my wife?" Izaya didn't break out into an insane laughter, which was what Anri was expecting. He really was serious about all of this.
Anri really had to think about all of this, but at this point she really didn't have a choice. Unless she wanted to become berserk and kill her friends one day, which she was really afraid she might do one day. Sighing, Anri muttered out her answer. "I-I'll become your wife, Izaya-San." All the while, she was really embarrassed to accept this… price from someone she barely knew.
"Your sixteen right now, right? Then you'll be eighteen in less than two years, right Anri-Chan?" Izaya asked, walking back to his chair. "Oh by the way, you can call me Izaya from now on!"
Confused, Anri raised her eyebrow. "U-Um, yeah. I'll be eighteen within a few years, Izaya."
"Okay then! Just wondering, Anri!" Izaya said, spinning around in his chair. Anri really wondered what her life was turning into.
