Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara. I only own my OCs

Obviously it was a normal day in the city of Ikebukuro. Even though Hisoné was still new to the city she could at least distinguish the usual doings of the other inhabitants by listening to the noise in this big city.

The conversations of the students of Raira Academy namely three students one with blond hair and a white hoodie beneath his light blue uniform, another boy with short black hair and a girl with black hair and glasses. To her they seemed to be enjoying the freedom of high school, but she hadn't seen her little brother, Setsuna yet. It worried her to find that in the week she had lived here she still had not sighted her younger brother.

She could hear the laughter of the rival gangs in the city.

But what made every day interesting was the yell of a male yelling "IZAYA!"

After that flying trash cans and stop signs could be seen gliding across the sky. Sometimes even vending machines. It left her wondering what kind of man would be able to lift all of that, but she chuckled realizing she would probably never know since she hadn't made any friends.

She had been standing next to a stop sign reading a novel waiting for the light to signal for her to cross. It was spring so the traffic was heavy. She had worn a white long skirt with brown boots. She left her long wavy hair loose so it flowed down her back, but she had forgotten to brush her hair. It was fine she had thought as long as it looked comb there was no problem. She had chose to wear a baby blue wool cardigan over a gray camisole.

She was focused on reading her book and yet at the same time listening to the loud crashes of falling vending machines and stop signs. The sound seemed nearer than usual, but Hisoné disregarded it as her own imagination. A little boy with light brown hair, about eight years old was standing near her; she felt him tugging on her hair.

She ignored it, but then she heard car horns going out of control, a wicked laughter coming towards followed by growls of frustration by another person. She looked up getting a quick glimpse of the one with the wicked laughter; a black hair man wearing a brown parka holding multiple flip knives in his hands. He didn't notice her because he had thrown the knives behind him before running on ahead.

"IIIIIZZZZAAAAAYAAAAAA!" A loud booming voice yelled pissed and ready to kill the guy who ran off. She heard the crashes of more lamp posts and other spoils of his rampage. People were clearing the way afraid to get hit in his rampage. Screams and yells could be heard.

She heard a voice yelling "Shizuo! Calm the heck down." Her gaze turned behind her where she was met with a blond and tall man that reeked of tobacco. His eyes were angry and seem to see nothing but red. This man was wearing a bartender suit and he was panting heavily. Her eyes widened as his arm reached toward her well she knew that today wouldn't be normal no matter what happened now.

Shizuo was having a shitty day. He had already pummeled a couple of gang members from the Yellow Scarves who were itching to have a go at him. He had looked up to see his enemy Izaya standing nearby watching him beat those guys up.

"Great work Shizu-chan looks like they were no match for you either." Izaya said taunting him.

"You damn bastard, I'm going to kill you. You sicked those assholes at me." Shizuo could feel himself looking for the nearest thing to throw and it just so happened to be a metal garbage can. He flung it at the annoying bastard, but as usual he dodged it flinging his own knives at him.

Shizuo dodged and now was chasing after the cunning douche. "IZAYA!"

He yelled charging grabbing whatever his hands could get hold of throwing them in Izaya's direction. Tom was probably looking for him, but he couldn't care less he needed to get rid of the pain in the ass once and for all.

He could faintly hear the yells, the traffic, the crashes of his throws.

He charged seeing Izaya throwing more knives at him, one of them leaving a rip in his bartender get up. That guy was slippery always finding loopholes to escape his wrath.

He could hear his damn laughter. "You're losing your touch Shizu-chan!" His singsong voice kept taunting him.

"Shut the f*** up!" He threw another stop sign missing him again.

He was nearing a pedestrian. The citizens knew full well to get out of his way. Izaya had run past. No way he was getting away that easily.

"Shizuo! Calm the heck down!" He heard Tom yelling, but he was beyond reasoning.

His arm automatically reached toward the stop sign closest to him. He yanked it out of the ground as per usual, but Tom was yelling at him and other screams could be heard.

It was heavier than usual and when he was about to chuck the thing at Izaya's disappearing figure. He could hear Tom yelling "Put the Stop Sign down Shizuo!"

"Why should I? I'm so close to getting back at that asshole."

"Shizuo YOU'RE GOING TO KILL THE GIRL IF YOU THROW IT." Tom yelled almost horrified, but it confused him until he heard the yells of fear coming from the crowd. They were pointing at what he had in his hand confusing him even more.

"NOW PUT THE SIGN DOWN BEFORE SHE ENDS UP FLYING ACROSS THE WHOLE STREET!" Tom continued hysterically motioning Shizuo to look at what he was holding.

For a moment he looked at what he was holding. It was a metal rod like usual, but this time he had a fist full of black hair. It startled him that he followed the path of long hair to meet the eyes of a young girl, probably around eighteen or even younger. He noted she had violet eyes abnormal for a Japanese person; there were unshed tears in her eyes, but she matched his gaze. She was milky pale, but what shocked him the most was she didn't scream or yell for help like a normal person would have; she only quietly looked at him with questioning eyes wondering what was going on.

He realized it was a girl he was about to fling and startled dropped the pole and her hair before the police were all over him trying to pin him down.

"We got a man holding a girl hostage in the middle of the street. Send the car, we're bringing him in." The police officer said

Tom trudged towards him. "You stupid fool! You almost got her killed with your super human strength!" He motioned at the girl slumped on the ground her eyes trying to figure out what was going on. She didn't look like a normal resident of Ikebukuro; if she was she would have avoided getting near him screaming, crying, kicking him to get away from him, but she only weighed his gaze with a quiet enchanting look.

What the hell was he thinking at a time like this? He was getting handcuffed and getting stuffed in a cruiser and all he could think of was the girl he had almost thrown? Something was definitely wrong with him.

With that he was driven off to the police station where they were probably gonna sick their lousy officers on him again. He took a last glance at the girl noting she was quite pretty in a quiet but gentle way.

He shook his head. Something was definitely wrong with his head today.

This is the first chapter of my first story with Shizuo x OC

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