Little Lost Angel
Author's Note:Hello, everyone! This is my first fanfiction for Durarara. I admit, I am a big fan of Izuo(IzayaXShizuo), but I also adore their alternates. I have many different stories for them to post up, but I decided to start off with this one since it has been on my mind. I really love RoppiXTsuki. I think, despite how scary their relationship could be, they are one of of the cutest pairings around. I very much so wanted to contribute to the RoppiXTsuki love, so this came to my mind. I hope you enjoy and I certainly hope everyone is in character! Oh, and not to worry, Shizuo and Izaya will be involved. What sort of story would it be without them?
Warnings: This is a yaoi, which means there is boy's love. Please don't take offense to this. I am sorry if it is not to your tastes. It is rated M for the moment because of Roppi's swearing, but I do hope to add more reason for it to be M-rated later on. I am only hesitant because this would be my first time doing such.
***I do not own Durarara or the characters and alternates associated with it. It would be a much more different show, otherwise.
So, without further ado, I give you my first Durarara fanfiction ever! Enjoy~!
Chapter 1
"Are you forcing me to sit around here watching you stare at your computer because you have work for me or just because you like making me suffer?" the red eyed raven grumbled from the couch across the room.
"Why not just kill two birds with one stone?" Izaya smiled at his brother's agitation.
"There's something I want to kill around here and it's not birds."
"Ever the optimist, aren't we, Roppi?" Izaya scanned his papers after a quick look at his computer screen. "I believe that's all for today."
"Where's my cut?" Roppi groused, getting up as if it was almost too much effort.
"Such a sweet brother I have, who's only interested in spending time with his siblings." Izaya mocked, holding out the money instead of putting it on the desk as Roppi preferred.
The younger, more negative Orihara's eyes narrowed at the offering. "You're pushing it today, Izaya."
Izaya just smiled all the more. He so loved humans. And messing with his oh so very human brother always made his day. The only thing better was playing with Shizu-chan. Still, what made Roppi just an irresistible target was the fact that he hated humans.
All of them. Even himself.
The scars lining Roppi's wrists were enough of a testament to that fact. Izaya really could not understand how a person could hate life so. It was such fun watching all the ups and downs. Seeing humans rise and fall only to keep going and keep believing! Such incredible creatures that could survive so much. Izaya truly loved them. Loved watching them be.
But, Roppi . . .
Roppi never had been one to take bad news as well as a regular person. He always took it harder. Made things worse on himself.
Such a very, very interesting human trying to deny the human nature of survival, greed, hope and confusion~!
Izaya didn't mind being human. It was a part of who he was. He could never think a piece of himself was less than perfect! No, no. The difference between him and Roppi was that Izaya wanted to be a god and Roppi . . . well, he just seemed to want to be dead.
Izaya didn't see anything wrong with playing with him on his way to the grave.
Roppi curled his lip and snatched the money from Izaya so fast he barely felt it.
Ah, Roppi never let him have any fun.
"Night night, brother-dear~!" Izaya waved him out.
Roppi tossed him his middle finger in return.
Izaya chuckled, leaning back in his chair when the door slammed. It was good to know he and his brother were still close.
Izaya rolled over to the window, touching the glass when Roppi finally made his way out of the building and began blending in with the very things he despised so much.
"Things have begun to get boring." Izaya muttered to himself. "I wonder what sort of fun I can make of you, Roppi."
Roppi walked down the sidewalk, doing his best to make sure the pitiful humans didn't touch him as he was forced to pass by them. He feared they would infect him with their sickening qualities. How his brother could stand them, love them, was beyond him. As far as Roppi was concerned, they needed to be eliminated. His own human shell disgusted him, too. If he could rip his soul out of it, he would. Cleanse it. Purify it.
"U-um, excuse me."
Roppi had tried shedding his skin many times. However, some people, he spat at Izaya's name, deemed it necessary to keep him among the living. Not out of goodness or kindness or caring. No. Izaya was human. Humans were incapable of such leaps of morality. They all just wanted him to suffer alongside them. That's all any of them wanted.
"H-hello?"
So that's just what Roppi would do. He'd suffer and he'd live a life of misery being surrounded by all he loathed. It is what fate, Izaya, had in store for him. He'd continue along his path until—
Roppi snapped his head down, his red eyes piercing the hand that dared touch him.
The human hand.
His eyes walked up the arm of the infidel and locked onto his victim's face.
A soft face. A timid face. A button nose. Lightly pinked cheeks from the cold. Messy blonde hair flopping this way and that. Those delicate strands fell over the biggest, gentlest set of red eyes Roppi had ever seen. Not the bright, piercing red that were his own. Nor the deep, dark, blood thirsty red that belonged to his brother. These held a ring of brown, softening them. Making them having a melting sort of quality.
Roppi blinked and glared.
Still human. Nothing but a human.
"What?" Roppi hissed, jerking his arm out of the shy man's grip.
"U-uh . . . um." He adjusted his large, round glasses. "I was hoping you could g-give me some directions."
"No." Roppi turned on his heel and walked off.
But the thickheaded little brat didn't know when to quit.
"P-please. I'm lost. I'm looking for m-my brother!" the boy stumbled a bit, trying to keep up with the raven's brisk pace.
"Don't care."
"He's blonde. Tall. Wears a bartender uniform. His name is Shizuo Hewajima."
"Still don't care."Roppi growled, trying as hard as he could to lose the kid without putting forth too much energy. He didn't like to run about.
"B-but, do you know where he is? A-a lot of people said they knew him, but they don't know w-where he is." Little soft pants mixed in with the stuttering voice.
Yes, he knew Shizuo and where he would be, but he wasn't about to go there. Heiwajima's were Izaya's territory. He didn't like to get involved in whatever Izaya had a hand in.
Roppi made a 'tch' sound, keeping his eyes forward.
"You do k-know him? Please. I have nowhere else to—" the young man slipped a bit in the snow and made the fatal mistake of grabbing Roppi's arm once again.
Roppi had his knife out and touching the bridge of the other's glasses in seconds. The blonde's big eyes went cross-eyed as he looked at the knife, making his shocked face all the more laughable.
Roppi, upon noticing the knocking knees of the other, determined that he was not a threat and slowly brought his knife back. Once it was back in his pocket, he, carefully, took the blonde's hand from his arm, trying to get it through the man's head to NOT touch him. "If you touch me again, I'll cut you to ribbons. Can your tiny little brain understand this?"
The other blinked up at him and nodded.
"Good." Roppi wiped his hand on his jeans and went on his way again, his jacket fluttering behind him. He was going to get home one day. If he had any luck at all.
"W-wait!" soft steps echoed in his wake once again.
Apparently Roppi had been born without luck.
The little idiot had the gall to jump in front of the raven and block his way.
"You d-don't need to do anything. Just tell m-me where to go."
Roppi's eyes closed as he rubbed his forehead, feeling overwhelmed by the blonde that made for a formidable unstoppable force.
"Fine." He hissed out through his clenched teeth.
He wanted gag when the other's face split into a smile and hopeful eyes glowed with relief.
Roppi contemplated sending him in the wrong direction just so he could know that little light would fizzle out and never confound him again. Having so much pure innocence and total trust in his hands was a powerful feeling. He could crush the young man so easily. A few little words is all it would take.
But, something about the blonde's faith in him made Roppi sigh and give in to mercy.
He gave him the blasted directions to Izaya's house. Shizuo didn't live there, but the two were so obsessed with each other that hardly a day went by where he wasn't bursting in and spending his time there. Izaya usually kept him busy during the latter part of the day. This little Heiwajima was probably going to be scarred by their shows of 'affection.'
Roppi almost felt guilt creep up on him for not warning the kid away from Izaya. Ah well. The city was a rough, grueling place. He'd learn better soon enough.
"T-thank you!" he bowed, hurriedly, with a small smile before pulling his scarf up over his nose and running in the direction Roppi had indicated.
Roppi gazed off after him, still bewildered by the odd human that had enough insolence to speak to him. Even odder that the young man was obviously shy and clueless. Why would someone so fearful trust him, Hachimenroppi Orihara, so completely?
He rolled his shoulders, readjusting his jacket as he dug his hands deeper in his pockets and lurked off.
Tsukishima stared up at the sign.
". . ."
He tilted his head.
". . ."
Faint barking and a startled meow! sounded from somewhere nearby.
". . ."
He was lost.
Tsuki scratched his head, his eyes still stuck to the sign as if it would start telling him which way to go. The man's directions from before didn't say anything about a corner like the one Tsuki was faced with. Maybe he'd taken a wrong turn?
"Huh." He adjusted his bag and looked from left to right.
The setting sun reflected off his glasses and fear at being alone in the city at night crept up on him. He needed to find his brother and quick.
Maybe this way is it . . .
Tsuki eyed the buildings that towered around him, seeming to be closing in. The thick smells of trash, gas and pollution choked him, making him cough a few times which drew a few men's attention as he stumbled by. Their eyes seemed to lock onto him and that made him hunch his shoulders, trying to be as small and insignificant as possible.
That defense didn't work.
One man appeared in his path and Tsuki blinked, surprised that someone cut him off out of nowhere, and looked up at him with his beguiling, red eyes.
"Whatcha got in that bag of yours?" the man grinned, leaning down to Tsuki's level.
Tsuki backed up, putting his bag behind him in a protective manner and jerked when he ran into someone else behind him. They jerked him up by his bag, laughing when he kicked around.
"Where're you going? This is ours, now." The new man pulled the bag away and tossed Tsuki to the side.
"H-hey!" he cried out, reaching a hand for his bag.
"What do you think you're doing?" the man with his bag cackled and kicked the little blonde in the face. His head snapped back, blood trickling down his chin.
Tsuki shivered and shuffled back, cowering from the pain.
"Look at the little tough guy now!" Tsuki didn't see the kick coming, but he felt it in his gut. "We should teach the brat some manners."
With that, they started beating him until the lights from the windows above faded into a darkness even darker than the night around him.
Roppi was still on the move, trying to get home. Izaya, the ass, had decided to call him to deliver some information to a client when he'd picked up some Russia sushi for dinner. Now, his food was cold and he was in a very bad mood from dealing with some scumbag trying to get extra info from him. Roppi didn't have the inner details. He just did what Izaya said. They may look alike, but people needed to stop getting them mixed up. His jacket's trim was red. A nice warning sign. Leave him alone.
Roppi rounded the last corner and trotted down the street, almost to his apartment, when something caught his eye.
A very familiar scarf hugging a young man's neck.
His steps slowed as he drew closer, inspecting the body, discovering the same blonde hair and pale skin from the annoying creature who'd been bothering him earlier. Now, his glasses were askew and his lip was bloodied. Bruises marred his skin. He looked absolutely pitiful, curled up in a fetal position.
Roppi snorted. Idiotic human being dumb enough to trust others and getting preyed on. It happened so often that there was nothing new to note. Nothing worth thinking about.
Roppi continued on.
Huge, beguiling, innocent, bright, trusting eyes flashed through his mind's eye.
The raven huffed, his breath coming out like smoke in the cold of the night, and huddled deeper into his jacket.
T-thank you!
Roppi stopped and threw his head back on a groan, his eyes closing in utter fury. He turned on his heel and stomped back over to the blonde's crumpled form. He glared, blaming the blonde for the powerful headache sweeping over him.
The young man didn't move. Didn't jump in fear at Roppi's scary form that could wake the dead. Just sprawled there looking absolutely defeated.
Roppi rolled his eyes before leaning down and pulling the man up. He grunted when all the weight of the human fell across his shoulders, making him stumble a few steps. The kid may have been too skinny, but he was still a huge dead weight.
Annoying. Roppi thought as he half dragged the boy to his home.
Author's Note:Phew! I hope you found this nice. I think poorly social and contradictory Roppi is the best and Tsuki is always so adorably lost! They certainly throw each for a loop at every turn. I'm at work on the next chapter, so I should get that up soon. Please let me know if you found this story to be worth the read.