Durarara!

ShizuoxOc

Twincess

Hi~ So this is my first fan fiction on this site. I've had a Wattpad account but couldn't quite get anyone to notice my fan fictions. So, as a fan fiction site, I thought I'd try it here. Anyways, I hope you like it, it's certainly something kind of new to me. I will take any form of criticism, suggestions, comments, etc.

Enjoy~!


In some moments in everybody's life, there has, and always will be some form of insanity. It's an inevitable part of the human species, whether the male or female consider it, or not. Are people born insane, or are they made the way society sees them as? Somehow, it seems that in cases, they have had to have been in a situation leading up into insanity. But no.

They are all born that way.

Rayne Orihara; a rather tall girl of "5'7 with black hair pulled into a high pony-tail that reaches mid-thigh, bangs framing her face, dull-brown eyes, and a piercing on the upper-right side of her lip, walked in a bored state on the streets of Ikebukuro, largest city in Toshima-ku located within Tokyo.

It was a tedious Sunday with all the students and week-day workers home early to get freshened and ready for what was usually the longest day of the week, Monday. In her eyes, Sundays were the worst, not only because it was Monday the next day, but because the noises of the city were usually softer. She loathed the hum when she was outside, though she didn't mind if she were in a building and the sounds got muffled from the walls and windows. She always felt as if something were wrong when in the city when it was quiet; although most of the inhabitants of Ikebukuro were sometimes a little too loud if something did bother them. Like when her elder brother would pick a fight with a certain strong man who became loud from his anger. But that hadn't happened in the last couple of months, for her brother was off somewhere else doing the job he loves.

A car whizzed past Rayne, the bottom of her black knee-length skirt flying after it. She spat out her hair that found its way into her mouth and growled at the car. She knew something was up, a car doesn't just go speeding down a street for nothing. Just was she was settling down and continue walking, four more cars raced past her. She leered at them and was about to yell a few profanities when yet another car sped past her. Only, she had mistaken the black motorcycle and it's rider for one of those goons. No, this rider was someone Rayne knew all too well.

The Headless Rider

Or as she liked to call her, Celty. Her and Celty had been friends for a while, and had always gotten along. Celty is an Underground Transporter and often did various jobs of whatever it is she does. Rayne had, many times before, been explained as to what an Underground Transporter does, but being the girl she was, it usually just ended going through one ear and out the other.

She stifled a yawn with her right hand, purple bracelet jingling to her movement.

Bored.

She couldn't believe how bored she felt. It felt nice to have been ridden of her elder brother the first couple of weeks because he hadn't seen Shizuo, the 'Strongest Man' in Ikebukuro throw a fit over him, but after a while she wanted to see some excitement, even if it did cause trouble for everyone and anything nearby.

Rayne groaned. This was not supposed how she should spend her twenty-three years of life as. She should go out with people to party or just plain socializing. Except, she really disliked people. They annoyed her and could not stand them. She couldn't pinpoint exactly why she didn't like them. She just didn't. They were loud, obnoxious, nosy, arrogant, ignorant, narcissistic, ungrateful, etc. She didn't like it when they were in her space, touching her, talking to her, breathing the same air as her. Rayne just did not like other people.

She was about to turn around and just go home for she didn't want to waste the rest of her time on the streets, but something moved in the corner of her eye that caught her attention. Something like a man watching her.

"No, no, no, no!" she thought. Ikebukuro was a dangerous city day and night, but especially when the sun went down. Unlike her elder brother who excelled in fighting and what-not, Rayne was too lazy to want to learn anything that involved physical movement. He'd tried teaching the weak girl at least the basic defense and offense material, but she had, every time he thought he could get her to learn, been eating something of some junk food sort.

She really wished she had payed attention to him before because A) She didn't have a flip-knife of any sort B) She didn't know how to fight and C) She didn't have the correct shoes for running. Whenever she went out at night she's always wears running or activity shoes of some sort, but this particular night she wanted to look good and decided to wear heels, her usual skirt, and a white blouse that left most of her back bare and cleavage exposed. She was really starting to regret ever wanting to look nice.

She took a deep breath, trying to see if she could at least attempt to run without tripping and falling like how it happens in the movies.

"One," she thought, preparing to make a break for it at three. "two," she got into an un-obvious step for running. Before the girl could even reach three, someone had caught hold of her. Her capture wrapped their left arm under her breasts and secured both arms against his body, stuck their left leg blocking her right leg, and used their right hand to cover her mouth. She immediately tensed.

One thought raced through her head, "I can't believe I got caught! And by someone who smells like lavender!"

The person who secured her leaned into her right ear, breath fanning across her face. "You really are out of shape for someone who thinks they can go walking around dressed as you are." His male voice said.

She let her posture go and leaned into the guy who held her. She licked his hand as in saying 'you can let go now.'

And he did. She hunched over as she slowly spun around to face the man. "You jerk."she said, not amused by his antics.

He smirked.

Rayne groaned. "Why are you back, Izaya?"

He gave a mocking laugh. "What? You don't want to see your twin brother?"

She rolled her eyes. "It's not that. You could have at least attempted to face me like any other person would. But, different matter, does anyone else know you're back?"

"Only the ones that need to know. . . so far"

"You're going to mess with Shizuo again, aren't you."

He gave a 'you know it' smirk, "For now I'll let him be."

"Liar." She deadpanned.

"Oh, Twincess~ Don't give me that." he mocked.

Rayne glared at him. "How many times have I asked you to stop calling me that!"

He laughed again. "Well, I've got to go. Have some 'business' to take care of."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll meet you back at the apartment." With that, Rayne walked past him and sauntered to their living quarters.

"Well," she thought while heading back to her place, "something interesting is definitely going to happen. . . "


So, yeah. . . I haven't really gotten far in Durarara! but I like it so far and thought I'd write a fanfic on it, so I didn't really know where Izaya lived, IF they even showed it, so yeah. . . Anywho, I hoped you liked it, sorry if it was short. It was mostly just to understand a little of what was happening (I think).