Hey guys! I'm baa~aack:) I have had this idea for like, forever, and finally got around to posting. I have a few bits and pieces of this story written everywhere, but no real plot to connect them. Yet. I adore all the alt characters and wanted to write something with all of them. Please let me know what you think...I never know how well I write them because there isn't that much for me to base their personalities on. Welp, expect updates rather frequently. Also, this will be a long story before it's through~
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I don't own Durarara! or these alt chars; they are free sprits, man! /shot.
Pink. Seriously? Fracking pink, everywhere! It enraged Hibiya. It was such a girly color, and he abhorred the thought living in this pink monstrosity of a room. Okay, so Orihara Hibiya wasn't the most butch guy out there, but it still meant Psyche, his pink-eyed cousin whom he was now rooming with, was now in for some serious berating.
He wouldn't even be here normally, but Psyche and his twin brother Sakuraya were moving into the rather spacious apartment Izaya owned for their upcoming year of college. Ugh. Freshmen cousins. It's not that rooming with someone was the absolute end of the world, either—but why did the décor have to be pink?
Hibiya would have much more preferred something stately or elegant.
Anything regal; to match his appearance and personality. You see—Hibiya was above and beyond the average plebian. He was not only graced with supreme intelligence, but he had strikingly good looks to match: creamy pale skin with rose undertones made up the canvas of his face that was framed with soft ebony hair. This all made a striking contrast to his golden eyes (framed by rather luscious dark lashes, he might add).
Okay, okay; Hibiya would admit he was vain. And prideful, as well. But he couldn't help it—and really didn't care. He felt as if he were a prince somehow born into the wrong time. With a last glare at the room, he turned around and went to the thankfully still normal main room, vowing to berate Psyche as soon as he got home from… wherever he was at. He strode into the living room and sat down on his favorite chair (which was definitely NOT pink), preparing to watch the news. It reminded him of how a prince would always keep tabs on his subjects.
Not long after he flipped on the television, Hachimenroppi, his older brother, walked into the room, looking unamused as always.
"You saw already, I'm guessing?" he sat down on the couch, and Hibiya vaguely noticed he was rather graceful for someone who seemed to radiate angst most times, sort of like how Hibiya imagined a vampire.
"Yes, I saw. Who does that brat think he is, anyway? Pink is very unbecoming, and I don't understand his single-minded obsession!" Roppi looked at him, seeming slightly puzzled.
"Aren't you being a hypocrite? I mean for someone who thinks he's a prince and all…" Roppi had a deadpan way of saying things that seemed to affect everyone except Hibiya.
"Cur! There is nothing similar about Psyche and I apart from our appearances." This was quite true. Psyche was the most outgoing of all the Oriharas; he had a bubbly personality to match the innocence and playfulness of his usual white and pink ensemble. Hibiya himself preferred more neutral, regal colors; black, white, and, naturally, hints of gold to bring out his eyes.
Hibiya glanced at the television, vaguely staring at the screen and thinking that these people would be so much better off if they had some sort of leader. Really, he didn't know why Izaya loved humans so much. Hibiya would much rather be loved by them. Roppi got up off of the couch and walked away, presumably towards his room.
Hibiya wondered vaguely what could be so interesting in there that could occupy all the darkest raven's time before hearing "It's for you!" from the other room. Hibiya grabbed the phone from the table next to him, squinting at the screen and waiting for the inevitable ringing of said device. He didn't wait long—Roppi had an eerie ability to predict when the small, black device would ring, and none of the Oriharas knew how or why he could do this.
Hibiya answered the phone only to hear a sickeningly happy voice on the other side. "Hello?"
"Psyche-chan."
"Ah, Hibi-kun, how did you know it was me?" a giggle emanated from the line. Hibiya's eyes narrowed.
"Wild guess. So, peasant, what is it you called to tell me about?"
"Oh, right! Iza-chan wants you and Roppi-san to meet up with us and Saku-chan at this new place in downtown Ikebukuro! Some sort of celebration, he said?" Psyche prattled off directions to the restaurant and afterwards said some things Hibiya didn't care enough about to listen to before hanging up cheerfully. Hibiya set the phone back on the hook before walking into the kitchen where Roppi was setting the tea kettle on the stove.
"What did he want?" Roppi asked in a rather quiet voice.
"The pink-eyed plebian says Izaya is inviting us out as a celebration of the arrival of the twins. In other words, another excuse for ootoro." Roppi nodded before informing Hibiya that he would be staying at the apartment. He tilted his head slightly.
"Going out just isn't really something I enjoy, Hibiya-kun." Tch. Just as he expected. Roppi could never be bothered to go out much; he usually got mistaken for Izaya, anyway. Hibiya nodded—being the brother of Hachimenroppi required familiarity in the ways of nonverbal communication—before going to his room to get ready.
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