Oya, oya~ Another story by the Sagurn when she should be updating her other stories~ Well, sad news is, I lost all the other stories when my computer derped, so… Here you are, reading my Durarara! fic that I has been rattling around in my skull for a long, long while. Beware, this story has Pedo!Izaya in it. Not too badly though. She's like… seventeen, and he's like… twenty-three. So it's not that bad.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Durarara!, Chikage would be in it, and I would make him and Kyohei fight with their shirts off. Every. Single. Episode. Same thing with Izaya and Shizuo, lovelies~
Chapter One: Rhetoric. Don't Be Tricked.
rhet·o·ric
[ret-er-ik] –noun
1. The art and study of the use of language with persuasive effect.
No. No way in hell.
Tom scratched the back of his head, sensing that anger was radiating from the blonde's body like waves. "Well, the company has been sued six times in the past…" He thought for a moment. "…month, due to your anger-management problems." Shizuo stuffed his hands in his pockets in further.
He was getting fired again. It was sad that he was too damn used to this, having had this happen to him 437 times… last year. The bartender-like blonde sighed angrily, taking a particularly long drag on the cigarette that hung lazily from his lips.
Shizuo turned around, starting to walk down the street. Well, time to go look in the paper for—
"Where the hell are you going?" At Tom's surprised voice, Shizuo turned back around, eyes wide behind his blue-tinted sunglasses.
"Aren't you firing me?" Tom laughed, crossing his arms over his chest and shaking his head.
"Hell no." He smirked. "No one can scare the hell out of the people in this town better than you can." Shizuo walked back over an eyebrow raised.
"Then what is the point of this conversation?" It was not that Shizuo wanted to sound pissed off— rather, he was quite relieved that he actually hadn't been fired from his job— but that he just didn't feel like getting reminded that his anger-management issues had caused more torment towards others.
"Well, the company decided to just try to solve the problem." Solve his problem? How the hell did a debt-collecting company plan to solve a problem that even he hasn't been able to solve since he was born? Tom looked at him phone for a moment, typing on it quickly, before putting it back away. "And they should be here any moment…"
Shizuo put his cigarette out. "Who should be—" A young woman ran up to the two, her short black hair bouncing on her neck.
"Tom-san! I'm sorry I'm so late!" She stopped, grinning sheepishly and rubbing the back of her neck. "I ran into traffic and I had to make sure my sister and mother knew where we were to be staying at…" Tom waved off the apology, smiling.
"Oh, don't worry Kakirisawa-san, you were on time." She sighed, letting her shoulders lower and her face relax.
"That's good…" She turned her light green eyes to Shizuo, her smile widening. "Ah! You must be Heiwajima-san, right?" He just nodded, glad that his sunglasses prevented her of seeing him run his eyes up and down her body. Who the hell was this suppose to be? "I'm Hikku Kakirisawa." Shizuo then sent his 'who-the-hell-is-this' look to Tom, crossing his arms.
"Shizuo, this is going to be your anger-management counselor." As Shizuo almost gaped at the statement, he took another chance to look at the bespectacled, green-eyed, short and black-haired woman that stood in front of him.
…Well, she was kind of cute.
_ Earlier
"Ah, Ri-chan, Hi-chan, isn't Tokyo wonderful? We should definitely go to Sunshine 60 in Ikebukuro first, then to the park… Oh! And the—" Riku Kakirisawa ran her fingers through her back-length black hair, rolling her eyes and grabbing her suitcase in her hand harder.
"Mom, we don't have time to go to all those places. We have to go get settled down." Hikku nodded, agreeing with her seventeen-year-old sister.
"And I'm going to have to go in a few minutes…" Rinara Kakirisawa paid no mind to her daughters, clapping her hands together as she began to make her way out of the terminal and towards the city.
"So… Sunshine 60 first?" Riku slapped her forehead, grabbing her mother's wrist and beginning to drag her the way they were supposed to be going. "Wait! Ri-chan!" Hikku laughed, checking her watch.
"You know where you two need to go, right?" Riku nodded, trying to ignore the looks that all the people in the train terminal were giving her and her mother. "Are you sure I can leave? Can you guys get there by yourself?" Riku stopped walking at Hikku's last question, slowly turning around to grin at her sister.
"Sis, calm down. You're too young to be worrying so much." Riku held up a map, her grin having turned into a smile. "We can get there, no prob." Hikku grinned back, nodding.
"Okay, okay. If you say so…" Riku let go of her mother to start pushing her sister towards the terminal that would take her towards Ikebukuro.
"Yes, yes! I do say so. Now go and make people lives better with your psychotherapy." Hikku nodded, starting to walk onto the train.
"Okay… Bye!" Riku waved her sister off, smiling.
"Ah… Mom, why is sis more mature than the both of us put together?" Riku waited for a response for almost a minute. "Mom?"
"Wait! Hi-chan! Take me with you to Ikebukuro!" Riku's eyes widened as she saw her mother trying to board the train to Ikebukuro and ran after her mother.
"Goddammit mom!" She grabbed the woman by the wrist again, pulling her towards the city. "We have to go settle everything at where we're supposed to live!" Rinara sighed, giving up and picking up her suitcase to walk with her daughter.
"You're no fun, Ri-chan." Riku rolled her eyes, looking at the map in her hands.
"Whatever you say, mom…"
"Oh! You're going to love Ya-kun, Ri-chan!" Riku just nodded again, pulling her mother out to the street. "I'm so happy that he agreed to let us stay at his penthouse! Isn't that so kind of him?"
"Yeah. He's the most wonderful person in the universe…"
"And he's so handsome and charming and smart…" Riku let her mother ramble on as she navigated throughout the streets.
Okay, so she was kind of wondering who the hell her mother had arranged for them to live with while her sister worked on a special call from some debt company and she finished high school. Her mother had said that he was 'a family friend,' and nothing more about the topic, other than she called him 'Ya-kun.'
"—and his hair is so pretty!" Riku wondered if her mother was born talking. "Ah, Shinjuku is nice too! Isn't Shinjuku pretty, honey?" The seventeen-year-old nodded.
"Very, mom." Rinara giggled. Riku thought for a moment, stopping and turning to face her mother. "Mom?"
"Yes, honey~?" Riku held her chin for a moment, focusing her dark green eyes on the asphalt below her feet as if she was wondering how to word something.
"Well… Why does it always seem like you're on drugs?" Her mother laughed happily, not offended at all.
"Because I'm so happy to be in Tokyo again! I want to go back to Ikebukuro and visit people~!" Riku nodded, turning back to the street and starting to walk across the street.
"Of course." She looked at the map, then up at the street sign. "Okay, mom. The building should be…" She walked a couple more steps. "…Here." Riku looked up at the tall building before walking up through the doors.
"Ah! This place is so nice~!" Riku nodded, agreeing with her mother and looking around the main floor of the apartment building.
"You're right, mom…" Rinara looked around the room, having sat down her bags and beginning to clap her hands.
"Ri-chan! There's Ya-kun!" Riku yawned, rubbing her eyes and folding up the map.
"Mom, please don't bug the man while I go to ask—" Rinara ignored her daughter, grabbing Riku's wrist.
"Nonsense, Ri-chan! You have to meet Ya-kun! You guys will get along so well!" Riku rolled her eyes, staring at the door as her mother drug her through the room and spun her around so Riku was in front of the two.
Rubbing her eyes, Riku scowled. "Mom, I don't want to meet one of your…" She opened her eyes and the words that were on the tip of her tongue were basically forgotten as she looked at 'Ya-kun'. "Old… friends…"
Like hell if the man was old. He looked like he couldn't be older twenty-five. He had short, black hair that fell slightly into his face, and reddish-brown eyes that were staring straight into Riku's emerald, wide eyes. A small smirk was on his face and his eyes narrowed as he noticed Riku's obvious astonishment at his presence.
Her mother had lied— This man wasn't handsome. He was sexy.
"Ri-chan!" Rinara grinned as she noticed her daughter staring. "Introduce yourself!"
"Ah… I'm Riku Kakirisawa…" Riku looked down, wondering in the back of her mind where all this shyness came from. "But just call me Riku." She slowly looked up, instantly wishing she hadn't, and met the man's eyes. There was something almost sinister that Riku saw flicker in his eyes for just a brief moment, making a shiver flicker through her body for the shortest of moments. His smirk widened as he sensed her apparent discomfort at the whole situation, his eyes narrowing.
"Well, Riku-chan," Riku didn't realize that she was holding her breath as he bowed to her in what seemed like mock chivalry. "I'm Izaya Orihara."
And that's the first chapter~
Yeah, I know, boring, but it gets better quick. Trust me.
So… You like? Te gusta? *wiggles eyebrows* I already have the second chapter typed up, and I'll put that up… Sunday! Yeah! At 12:30am! When Durarara is on Adult Swim~! Hee hee. I'll update every Sunday, after the new episode of Durarara~ Is that good? Aw, who am I kidding. No one is reading this. But if you do read this story, drop a note by, maybe? Ciao ciao~!
Next Chapter:
Logos. Logic is Key.
"You're not going to have an easy time getting rid of me." Shizuo's scowl deepened and he pushed his sunglasses further up his nose as he threw her a glare.
"I'm not going to tell you anything."
"You don't have to tell me anything for me to know anything." He turned to her fully this time, eyebrow raised in an obvious confusion. "I'm a psychologist. It's my job to figure things out without you actually having to tell me anything… to be visually perceptive."
