Mitigate
Characters/Pairing: Shizou Heiwajima X OC (Yes, CanonxOC)
Genre: Romance(ish)/Humor(ish)
Rating: K-T
Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara…or Shizou. TT^TT
Comments: I really wanted to write a fic like this after watching the anime, so I thought, "Why the hell not?" So here we are. First story posted in a while, hm? Dunno where this is going, and I doubt that I'll write it for any other reason than my own pleasure. Enjoy.~
Chapter 1:
The first time I saw him, I'd been walking home from a solo "shopping spree". I had a couple of bags with groceries and necessities in one hand and a few bags with different hair dyes, bits of stationary and sketch pads in the other.
I had just pulled out a small chocolate bar (which came out of the "necessities" bag, by the way) when I heard the commotion. I looked up to see a crowd gathered on the street, some cheering and others booing at whatever was going on.
I broke a piece of the chocolate off, popped it in my mouth, and walked over – curiosity would definitely get me killed one day. I slipped through the mob, which seemed eager to let me, and stared at the sight before me. There was never a stranger sight that I'd seen, and I'd seen a lot of strange sights back in Numazu.
A man with short black hair had just bid goodbye when I pushed through the crowd. The tall, blonde (and unbelievably good-looking) blonde it was directed at, was now lifting a vending machine, growling about not letting him get away. He threw the vending machine with ease, the muscles in his arms straining against the sleeves of his white shirt.
Just at that moment, I heard a strange "Oh!" sound, and a huge black man – who, I guess, fell out of the sky? – jumped in and stopped the vending machine, causing him to skid back a few inches.
I don't know what came over me when I turned back to be engrossed by the blonde man (who I now noticed, was wearing bartender clothing). My breath caught in my throat and my chest constricted. I most have lost my mind to think that he looked so handsome when he was obviously mad as hell. I let out a shaky breath as he charged at the big man, who was repeatedly telling him that "fighting is bad".
They fought for a few minutes, the bigger man seemingly refusing to do anything but stop the attacks he could. He didn't get all of them though, and he got a few good hits to his face. I have to say, I admired him for standing up against te blonde without attacking him in return.
After a bit, the fight cooled down, and the blonde man turned to leave. And that's when he noticed me. I didn't realize until a few second later that the reason he was staring directly at me was because everyone else had either left out of self-preservation or boredom (not that I could see what was boring). I felt heat spread throughout my face.
I watched as his eyebrow began to tick. I just stood there. My brain couldn't seem to send the signal to my feet and get them to move. He changed his direction and started to stalk towards me. And all I could do was stand there, try not to hyperventilate and try – and fail – to get my feet to move.
Lady Luck smiled on me then. Not only did she grant me control of my legs, but she also placed a truck between us and made my phone ring (which also caused me to jump 50 feet in the air). I quickly pulled out my phone and blinked when I saw that I had five missed calls from my sister. I stuffed the phone back in my pocket, gathered my bags and skedaddled as quickly as I could.
I ran through the streets, earning weird looks and general irritation. I ran all the way back to the apartment block I was staying at and bolted up the stairs before skidding to a halt outside my shared apartment. I was sure he wasn't chasing me, and I'm not sure why I ran. But I did.
And it turned out that next time Lady Luck would not let me have such a smooth escape.
~ Chapter Word Count: 659
End Comments: That's chapter one for you guys. You'll find out about the OC in the next chappy as she introduces herself Hope you enjoyed - read and review and all that jazz. See ya.~