Summary: It's the same as always. Izaya angers Shizuo who throws the nearest heavy object, the gangs fight, and life in Ikkebukuro continues on as it always does. A new gang arises and shadows threaten to shallow the city whole, but out of the shadows of this busy city comes the strangest light. Suddenly things don't seem the same as always. Izaya/OC/Shizuo. Rated T for swearing and violence.
Character Interaction:
Kyandi: Hey everyone! For those of you who don't know me, I'm Kyandi-sama, most noticeably known for my Prince of Tennis works! For those of you who do know me, welcome back!
Kokoro: And I'm her OC, Odayakana Kokoro.
Kyandi: Yes I know she has a weird sounding name but it roughly translates to mean "Tranquil Heart" which is where I got the name of the story from! I thought it was pretty.
Kokoro: Anyway moving on.
Kyandi: Right. This is my first Durarara! Fanfiction so please be supportive! Of course constructive criticism is always welcomed!
Kokoro: With that being said please review and enjoy!
Kyandi: I do not own Durarara! But I do own Kokoro!
Chapter 1 Same As Always
Another day, another start to another week. That was all it was. Or really….that was all it had started out to be. The hustle and bustle of Ikkebukuro could swallow a person whole and mix them in with the hundreds of other unknown faces.
The constant traffic, the constant mill of hundreds of people on the side walks, the sounds that made up the city. It was all the same as always. From the obsessive chatter of school girls as they walked through the park, to the yells of cheap, good sushi from Simon, to the roar of cars on the street.
Never changing, but at the same time, never staying the same. Always one big mass of noise and activity that made the city what it was. Over the natural sounds of the city rose a familiar yell and a familiar sound of a vending machine hitting pavement.
"IZAYAAAAAAA!"
The day had started out the same as always for one Heiwagima Shizuo. He had gotten up to a light breakfast of whatever was in the kitchen, gotten dressed in the usual bartender clothes, and, after lightly a cigarette, had headed out to meet Tom for the usual day of work.
The same as always. The same walking all over the city, the same annoying people they had to collect from, the same annoying day. Nothing out of the ordinary for Shizuo. He followed behind Tom in his usual slouched over position, his hands jammed in his pockets and an over all annoyed, in-a-bad-mood look on his face.
Of course, though, Shizuo's day wouldn't be complete without Izaya showing up to make the whole day worse, taunting the blonde into a game of tag. And so had started the whole chase throughout the city, vending machines flying every which way, while Izaya laughed at Shizuo.
By the time they reached Sunshine 60 they had drawn a crowd and soon were surrounded by a swarm of idiots clamoring about to see what was going on. Some even had their phones out to record the fight with no concern to their own personal safety.
In the end of it all, Shizuo couldn't believe just how stupid some people could be.
~0~
Another day, another errand to run for another noisy customer. That was all it was. Since coming to Ikkebukuro just a week prior, one Odayakana Kokoro had fallen into something similar to normalcy in the busy, over crowded city of Ikkebukuro.
She had woken up to the sound of her rooster alarm on her phone, had made a full breakfast including bacon, eggs, and rice, had yanked on her usual black, sleeveless, cat eared hoodie before heading out into the streets of Ikkebukuro.
Her job for the day was to run interference for a company owner who had a package he didn't really want anyone else to know about. Who better to run interference then a little girl? It wasn't like anyone would believe her even if she didn't take her clientele's secrecy serious.
Of course she was flawless in her job. Well not flawless but she carried out her job without a problem. That is until she ended up angering the wrong people and soon she found herself trying to lose a group of Blue Squares. That in itself was a little harder then the actual job but she managed it in the end and delivered her package right on time.
Her payment in hand she headed home to get ready for her part time job at Russia Sushi. As she walked the streets the faces and noises of the city all blurred together. Since coming to the city she hadn't really slowed down in the slightest and therefore hadn't really made friends.
So in her mind the faces of all of the people milling around her just blurred together. One big mass of humanity that didn't have a name or a place in her life. Usually she tuned out the noises of the city, retreating into her own mind to ponder current issues in her life. But not today.
As she neared Sunshine 60 she looked up as there was a sudden roar above the crowd. "IZAYAAAAA!" She watched in wonder as a vending machine went flying through the air in the distance. Many of the people around her flinched as the hunk of metal crashed into the pavement causing a loud crash.
Kokoro shook her head as she continued on her way towards home. To many people were easily distracted by this kind of thing. She got into enough trouble on her own and didn't need to go looking for it. But trouble wasn't so easy for her to avoid.
To get home she had to cut through an intersection near Sunshine 60, but at the moment the intersection was filled with people crowding about as if they were watching some freak show. Kokoro didn't even bother to look to see what they were watching.
Well…she did take a glance. But all she saw was a blonde man with a pair of blue tint sunglasses that were about to fall off the bridge of his nose. It was hard to miss him with bleach blonde hair and how tall he was. Kokoro simply turned back to trying to get home.
She slipped between people, pushing her way through the crowd towards the other side of the intersection. To anyone watching all they would see was a cat eared hood bobbing in and out between people, sometimes vanishing completely before reappearing fifteen feet farther along.
She was doing well so far, slipping past people without them noticing her at all. And then she accidentally bumped into a man. Before she could so much as begin to utter an apology the man shot her a glare. "Move out of the way, you little bitch!" he growled giving her shoulder a hard shove.
Kokoro lost her balance, getting shoved out of the crowd completely and right into the middle of the whole commotion. It was then she noticed the tall blonde man and the shorter raven haired man, fighting in the middle of the intersection. And she had just be pushed into the middle of their war, with a vending machine coming at her from one side and a sharp blade from the other.
~0~
Shizuo was growing tired of Izaya. He really couldn't take much of the flea at all. He had lifted a soda machine over his head, ready to throw it while Izaya had his usual knife in hand. Both were watching the other closely to see what the other's next move would be.
"Aw~! Why do you have to be so mean, Shizu-chan?" Izaya said in a sickening sing song voice, grinning as he watched the annoyed vein bulge in Shizuo's temple. "Izaya!" Shizuo roared before launching the vending machine at Izaya with all his strength.
At the same moment Izaya threw one of his disposable knives, aiming to hit the tall blond man. Both were intent on the other, but both heard the yell that sounded over the crowd. "Move out of the way, you little bitch!" Both Izaya and Shizuo whipped around as someone was pushed out of the crowd into the line of fire.
It was as if time stood still as both men watched the small hooded figure tumble forward, white hair spilling out from under the hood. Shizuo felt his heart stop while Izaya's face split into a grin. This little kid, whoever they were, was going to die or be seriously injured when the vending machine hit them and then Shizuo would feel awful.
In Izaya's mind it was the perfect way to make Shizuo feel even worse about himself. Though it was too bad for the kid. Then again the kid was just one human in a sea of millions. Izaya loved the kid as he did all humans in general, but one minor human was just as expendable as the next in his little game to make Shizuo's life worse.
Izaya watched Shizuo's eyes grow wide as the machine hurled towards the small frame of the kid, ready to crush bones. Just then, as it was about to hit the kid, one small hand came out to just barely tap the ground, flipping the small frame over.
The kid spun out of the way of the vending machine, balancing perfectly on two hands before hitting the ground rolling, avoiding the incoming knife as well. The kid came back to her feet, her back to both Izaya and Shizuo, clear on the other side of the intersection of where she had originally started.
Her hood was now down showing the mass of white hair on her head. Idly, as if she had not just had her life threatened by a vending machine and knife, she flipped up the cat eared hood of her hoodie and carried on about her way.
Both men stared after her, the vending machine and knife forgotten, left to fly into the surrounding crowd. Usually when a human got caught in the crossfire of one of their fights, said human got injured and seriously so or was too frightened to even speak straight.
But this girl had simply walked away without a scratch, bump, or falter to her step to show that she had just come close to having a brush with death. Izaya frowned as he glanced at Shizuo. The blonde bodyguard was staring after the girl, eyes wide in clear shock.
Izaya took the chance to slip away into the crowd. He was sure he had never seen the girl before, even though he hadn't gotten a good look at her face. It didn't mean he wouldn't find out. He would if for no other reason then to put a name with the face. Then he could taunt Shizuo for almost squashing the girl like a bug beneath a shoe. Yes that would entertain him for a short while.
Shizuo on the other hand, was thoroughly shocked by how easy the girl had evaded the over size hunk of metal and how causally she had walked away from the whole ordeal. Just second before he had felt his chest seize up out of fear of harming the innocent girl and now he was simply just bewildered at watching her walk away, hands jammed into hoodie pocket.
And Izaya…Izaya! Shizuo turned searching the slowly decreasing crow for the information broker, but there was no sign of him. Anger boiled in Shizuo's veins. "Damn flea!" Shizuo snapped before turning to see if he could still see the girl. But the cat eared hood was already lost among the sea of people swarming the streets once again.
Shizuo growled to himself as he turned to walk off. Now it was going to take forever to find Tom again so they could continue work. Shizuo lit another cigarette, taking a long drag off of it as he jammed his hands into his pockets and carried on about his way in his normal slouched stance.
Then he noticed…somewhere along the way during the whole chase, he had lost his signature blue tinted sunglasses. He turned on the spot and searched the ground around him thinking he might have simply just dropped them, but they were no where to be seen.
Great. Shizuo grumbled to himself. He didn't really feel like going to buy a new pair, but if they weren't anywhere near him then they were lost to the city. So it was buy a new pair or go without. Shizuo grumbled as he continued on his way. Today had certainly not been the same as always.
~0~
Kokoro heaved a sigh as she walked. She could still feel her heart hammering away in her chest. That had been too close of a call for her taste and thanks to the adrenaline pumping through her veins she had managed to avoid both hazards and come out of it in one piece.
It didn't hurt that she had always had reflexes just a tad bit better then most. It made, avoiding getting killed a whole lot easier in a big city like Ikkebukuro. But that was still closer then she liked to admit. Not to mention she had never seen a man lift a vending machine and throw it like it was nothing more then a rag doll.
Not that it scared her. She had seen plenty of strange things in her short life and she had learned a while back to not question it anymore. It would only cease to make her head hurt even more. So did she question how a man could get that strong?
No. She wouldn't. She would only find herself sitting up all night thinking up and then discarding different ways for a human to get that strong. Kokoro rather not leave her mind to such devices. She wouldn't get any sleep if she left her mind to that.
Up ahead of her, light glinting off the blue surface of tinted glasses made her stop. There on the ground, just barely avoiding getting stepped on, was a pair of blue tinted sunglasses like the pair she had seen on the blonde man. She kneeled down to pick them up.
Besides a little dirt they were still in one piece. The man must have dropped them. Kokoro stood back up and searched the crowd behind her for that head of blonde, but couldn't see it. She would simply hold on to them, in case she ever saw the man again.
Though it was a rare chance in a city as big as this one, she would still take the odds. Besides, she didn't want to run into him later on and feel guilty for not holding on to the glasses for him. Kokoro slipped the glasses into her hoodie pocket as she took off. All and all, today certainly wasn't the same as always.
END
Kyandi: Well there's the first chapter!
Kokoro: We hope it intrigues you and makes you come back for more!
Kyandi: Yep! And though I did say constructive criticism is appreciated please don't flame me!
Kokoro: I don't think her pride as a writer could take it if you do.
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