Suzume's note: Well hello, all of my dear readers, TheOneWhoLivesInYourCloset (A.K.A: Suzume) here! :D Seeing as how I have not been around in MONTHS (probably a year by now, actually….), I decided I would write a new fanfiction (and be as dedicated to it as possible) involving one of my favorite animes/light novels/manga: Durarara!
Haven't heard of it?
…Then leave. Leave and don't come back UNTIL you see the anime or read the manga! Your authoress demands it!
What are you waiting for? GET YOUR ASS ON ANIME RATIO RIGHT NOW, GO!
…Now, for the readers who have seen DRRR and are remaining: Welcome aboard!
Now, I'm going to warn you right now…..this IS a crack pairing. This couple does not exist in the series, probably never will unless the light novels or the possible season two has something to say about it (though I seriously doubt it)…
It's a rather guilty pleasure of mine, and I'm sure my best friend, fellow authoress and husband "Shizuka no Taisho" would probably kill me for it. ….Actually, yeah, she'd beat me and have me face a pissed off Izaya for hours (I'm her Shizuo and her Tsugaru… -Shizaya fangirl- )….
Well, it's not like she stalks my page or anything like that! : D She just never has to see this…EVER. –cough- Anyway, I got off topic…this is getting to be a very long authoress note.
The couple is as followed: Orihara Izaya and Kamichika Rio
I KNOW GUYS, I KNOW.
But it's actually really cute, and in the official series….can you really blame me for thinking that Izaya is attracted to girls? I mean, he might love all humans….but men do have needs. I repeat, I AM a Shizaya and Izuo fangirl…I drool over doujinshi, I'm going to cosplay Shizuo for Shizuka-kun, I roleplay Shizaya like there's no tomorrow…I even have a Shizaya story that's still unfinished! I LOVE SHIZAYA.
….This is just a cute pairing too.
Enjoy reading everybody, expect it to be updated as regularly as I possibly can!
Title: City Lights
Anime/Manga: Durarara!
Pairing(s): Izaya/Rio, Celty/Shinra, Mikado/Anri, Masaomi/Saki and slight Ryo (that guy from episode 10)/Rio/Aoba
Chapter(s): Planned as of now to be ten, including a Prologue and an Epilogue
Rating: T (Sorry guys, no sex in this story. If you want kinky smut, then look forward to the sequel! For now...lime. All of the lime. That should hold you guys over.)
Summary: He broke her…everything she hoped, everything she prayed for was stomped into that cold rooftop's pavement…and he was the shoe to smash it. She hated him, he didn't even care….so why would she still think of him constantly….?
Rio hoped to never see Nakura-san's face ever again….but the gods of Ikebukuro (and the master manipulator himself) have other ideas…
Disclaimer and Warnings: Durarara!, the characters do NOT belong to me in any shape or form. They belong to their respected owners, creators and whatnot. I own nothing but the idea, the plot and this story.
This story will include an underage pairing (Izaya is 23-24 years old and Rio is 15-16 years old) that WILL have intimate situations, if you not comfortable with this, please exit this page right now. Flames regarding this will be promptly ignored. There will also be language, violence and thoughts of suicide, follow the directions above.
There is a medium chance that characters will be out of character (OOC), as Izaya is a rather hard personality to write, as well as a few other characters. If you have problems with this and feel like you will complain, then please leave constructive criticisms about the issues or even emails: I always want to approve when it comes to being in character and would love the help. Being yelled at and flamed for this will NOT help at all, so please be nice guys.
*Special Warning for Prologue- There are fake email addresses used in this, but I changed them so the little symbol isn't there. I did this on purpose as well as changed the address slightly, due to the document continuously deleting it. Thus, it's a little different. At least I bothered to pause the anime episode right at their email addresses and SQUINT in order to read them. XD
Okay, I think we're ready to begin! :D I know, that was a lot (and I did come off as a bit of an asshole) but it all needed to be said. Believe me, this is the first and last author's note that will be THIS long.
Now, let's get started!
-I actually do dedicate this story to Shizuka no Taisho, who if I haven't met, I would not know about this beautiful anime. Even though she would disapprove of a straight Izaya, I still tribute her with this story~ I love you sweetheart!-
Prologue: Why?
The girl walked those lonely dark streets of Ikebukuro, Japan, only the dim street lights and the slowly passing cars symbolizing her North Star; the way home.
And to think…she almost didn't make it home that night.
Thanks a lot for proving just how ugly and immature you are, it's been real!
She stopped dead in her tracks, her reflection splashed across a large store window, murky within the corridors but still showing an image. A frail looking girl with two messy pigtails, hair dyed into a cute chestnut brown. Eyes that resembled the very essence of fresh honey in a comb, those orbs could tell so many stories; of pain, loss…and the cold blank wall known simply as "reality".
And just so you know….
The reflection clenched her right fist, her small stature shaking as if a cold wind went through to her very core, to the very depths of her slowly freezing heart.
I don't care about your problems!
'Damn him….' The teenager cursed in her thoughts, standing still for a few more moments before deciding to keep walking; it was nearly one. Her parents would be worried….
Her parents….
Would they care…? The young brunette didn't really concern herself with that at this point, she didn't concern herself with about much of anything…except for one thing.
How stupid she felt.
I just wanted to see how you would handle yourself…you didn't let me down though!
'How could I let him…let him do this to me….' More of her self-degrading thoughts echoed in her brain, squinting her eyes shut…no, no she wouldn't cry. She wouldn't cry for HIM. He played her, he knew her every move, her every step…what she was going to say, what she meant…he predicted every single one of her movements. How did he do this?
She wasn't too sure…and frankly, she didn't want to know.
You're just as boring as I imagined you to be!
"SHUT UP!" she heard her voice exclaim as loud as possible, a tone filled with frustration, hatred and pain. So much pain…how could someone she trusted so deeply, someone she….
Making a soft 'eep' and covering her mouth with both hands, just realizing how audible she had screamed, the teenager glanced about to make sure no one heard her outburst and called the police on her. That was really the last thing she needed right now. Hearing only silence for a few more seconds and realizing that no one (that is, nobody in her sight) was reacting, the girl figured she was in the clear and continued to walk home. Only a couple more minutes….
A couple more minutes, and she could forget.
Keep her secrets, her own little secrets…and let the world keep their own secrets.
In return…she only wanted to forget. However, she would have to admit to one thing. One rather horrible thing to think about, though she knew it was the truth. No matter how hard she tried to use her own logic against it, that little thing always turned out victorious.
…He was right.
I knew you never really wanted to kill yourself!
"I never wanted…to kill myself…." The young girl repeated softly, light golden eyes lidding both in a way of reflection of what she just said and the lack of sleep from the past couple days.
She never wanted to die: she would admit that fully. And he knew that….
"Nakura" knew that….
The girl didn't know whether to thank him for seeing through her veils or punch him for putting her through the worst night of her life. At least she managed to try and get a good smack in, though on the ledge of a rooftop with a fall that would very well have killed her wasn't exactly the greatest idea.
When she finally reached her destination, she wasn't sure whether she wanted to go inside or not. She wanted to forget, and knew her home would be that sanctuary to help her healing. But at the same time…the girl wanted to remember everything. Remember his words, remember his hand grabbing her wrist…
Remember those russet, almost crimson eyes…
Damn him…
He was the reason why she decided to throw herself off that ledge. She wasn't thinking, she wanted to prove to him that he was wrong, that she did want to die and she would show him. It was only until that strange figure (The Black Rider…? It couldn't be…could it?) saved her once more, gave her those simple encouraging words from that PDA phone and walked off into the darkness of the night that she realized how stupid she was.
She was stupid for telling some online persona everything about her problems…
She was stupid for letting herself become drawn, nearly obsessed with this seemingly kind and gentle boy who understood her…
She was stupid into being tricked, letting herself get kidnapped and saved by this boy who then destroyed all of her virtues, all of her hopes and beliefs in one fell swoop…
And she was stupid to throw herself off that ledge…Nakura didn't deserve her overreactions, her actions…he didn't deserve her life.
But…he also had one falling point too.
The girl softly smiled, a dry and bitter smile, as she stepped up those steps to her home, closed the gate behind her and took out her house key.
Thanks again! I had an excellent time Miss Magenta!
"I wonder…if you knew...I would send you an email...before I left…" Rio Kamichika whispered, that sad smile still on her features as a small and single tear slid down her cheek.
"I wonder…if you knew that too?"
Subject: Confession
Status: Not yet Read
From: magenta_amethyst
Date: Today
To: nakuratomail. com
Hi Nakura, how are you this afternoon?
Good, I hope. Then again, I always hope you're having a good day.
Mine wasn't too bad, Mom wanted me to help her cook dinner tonight, we actually weren't going to have that super sweet stew! I went shopping with her and picked out all kinds of ingredients, she even let me get a snack or two from one of the aisles.
I helped her chop the vegetables and cut the meat fat off, and then I did my usual chore of putting the rice in the rice cooker. Now I'm just waiting for dinner to be done, Mom let me go back upstairs.
I dyed my hair recently! It was the color that one super model has, the one I told you about. I thought a change would be nice, and my parents said it was alright. I actually like it, I like it a lot. I'm also not wearing glasses anymore, Dad got me contacts. (Sorry, this actually all happened a week ago. I just kept forgetting to tell you. I really am sorry!)
Well…in another three hours or so, I'll possibly see you.
It's so strange, I've tried picturing you as to what you look like, but I could never get an exact image, just from what you told me. Well, we'll just have to see when I meet you face to face. Actually…about this, I wanted to tell you something.
Please, please don't get mad at me. The last thing I want is for you to break off our friendship. You've been so kind to me this whole year, I feel like I've known you forever. But, this is very important.
…I really don't want to disappear. I don't want to leave this world.
I am angry at my parents; I don't think I'll be able to really forgive them for a time. I don't think I'll be able to trust them either. But…they love me, and that's what is most important. I've been thinking about this for the past few days…actually, months. Since you asked me to disappear with you, I've been thinking about it again and again. And...it scared me. I think maybe I told you I wanted to die because it was in the heat of the moment.
I want to live, I want to press on...because if I died, I would hurt so many people. Not just my parents, but my friends as well. This doesn't mean I don't want to see you though! Your words, the way you always confided in me and let me confide in you...I'm going to meet up with you. And whatever happens...it'll happen. Like I told you once before, I believe in fate. And if I'm meant to die tonight...then I would rather it be with you.
Gosh, this is such a long email…I'm sorry if I'm keeping you from doing anything. I need to get washed and dressed for dinner, anyway. I should meet you in front of the ZOZOI cafe, right? Near the west exit? I'll be sure to be there at 8 pm. My hair will be in pigtails and I'll wear a magenta-colored shirt.
Bye.
Magenta
She really did sound lovesick.
Flipping her thin pink phone closed after rereading her sent email, Rio let out a soft sigh as she toweled her moist light brown hair, having just got out of the incredibly hot shower (hot water really did know how to make your problems melt away). Placing the blue towel on her chair, folding it neatly so that it wouldn't grow dirty, the teenager picked up her comb from her dresser and began to slowly and gently brush out the knots from her shoulder length strands.
Just staring at herself in the mirror frightened her, it made her think even more…
That if she hadn't been saved again, if she let her emotional actions win…she wouldn't be there, in the safety and comfort of her bedroom, contemplating on what had happened tonight.
Rio wasn't surprised that the email wasn't read; "Nakura" probably didn't even bother to look at it when he got home or when he was about to leave to meet her. He already did know about her predicament anyway, though revealed in a slightly more insulting matter then was to her tastes. He was probably at home right now. either sleeping or still out on the town looking for more people to trick and manipulate.
The girl figured it was the latter, knowing a slimeball like him. How could she have allowed herself to fall right into his web, let him crawl to her like some spider about to devour a caged fly?
How she could have let herself….let herself….
"How could I have fallen for someone like you…." She whispered, slipping her eyes closed as she placed the comb down and reached into her dresser to pull out a pale pink no-sleeve nightgown, her wet hair now smooth and knot-free. The girl admitted it, she had no qualms or embarrassment to hide: Rio had fallen completely in love with this Nakura, this online personality that seemed to get all of her problems, that seemed to understand her more then her own family and friends. Ha, friends...that was actually funny.
The only people Rio even thought of as her friends were on the internet, just like Nakura. She was always a quiet girl and barely spoke to anybody, or it was just that people would ignore her in the first place. She had one best friend in real life...but she was gone now. There was also that neighbor of hers...but he was busy these days, she never wanted to bother him.
Nakura, however...he always had time for her. He even seemed to like her in the way that she liked him, which was the biggest crushing blow. Pretending to actually return the same feelings?
That was one of the main reasons Rio was so angry at him. A girl does not like when her heart is played like a violin…even if she gave it so willingly.
Letting out another sigh, the young girl collapsed on her warm and comfortable bed, her knee length pajamas pushing up ever slightly from the purposeful fall. Blindly searching for her remote, Rio grabbed the controller and switched her tiny television set on: a program or a music station would probably help calm her down.
And she could only let out a groan of frustration as she saw she landed on the Korean-Pop Channel, some obvious break-up song just starting to play.
Rio really did not need that right now...and it wasn't just because she and Nakura shared an interest in Korean songs. The brunette quietly glanced over at her cellphone, the glossy device resting comfortably on her night dresser.
No vibration…no ringing noise.
No vague resemblance of yesterday remained.
And although she hated him with all of her might, body and soul…Rio would give anything to gain that yesterday back.
Her small hand reached into one of her drawers and pulled it open, taking out a bottle of once neglected medication. She figured this would be a good night to sleep things off.
Bzzzzt...
Bzzzzzzzzzt...
Bzzzzt...
The loud and buzzing sound of a phone vibration woke Rio from her drugged sleep, a soft gasp of annoyance responding to the noise. Because the phone was on the dresser, it made an even louder and more frustrating sound.
"Who would be…." The girl groggily muttered, sitting up and holding her head, feeling some of the strands of her hair beginning to show the signs of gaining new knots. Blinking to gain at least a bit of her sight (she had taken out her contacts before passing out), she switched on the small lamp in her room for some relief. She really wished that her old pair of glasses weren't on the other side of the room.
The TV was now playing some drama program, nothing she really cared for or wanted to know more about. What only mattered to her now was the blasted cellphone! Wasn't the stupid thing low on battery?
Rio grabbed the phone quickly and flipped it open, nearly ninety nine percent sure it was one of her online friends complaining about something or just her alarm on the device going off.
…But it was the smidge of a one percent that nearly sent her throwing the phone across the room, staring in a horrified and bewildered fashion.
New Message from: Nakura
Read?
Yes No
No way….
…..This…This was not possible….
He…actually is responding to me!
After all she had been through with this scum of the earth, this downright psychopath who claimed to love all humans but placed them (like herself) in twisted games that would even make a sociopath seem like a normal part of society...that called her ugly, immature, stupid...
Actually responded to her…?
"…Should I read it…." The girl whispered to herself, not expecting a reply from anyone but her thought process screaming at her to press 'no'.
Only silence graced her with a response as she pressed the button for "Yes", watching the screen disappear and be replaced with the message:
Subject: FWD:RE:Confession
Status: Read
Message from: nakuratomail. com
Message to: magenta_amethyst
Date: Today
Then why did you come?
Why did you come…?
So simple, yet so full of questions, different directions…
He was asking "why"…the man who shattered her mind and her heart. Was this another part of his twisted game, didn't he already say she was "boring" and that she "proved how ugly she was"?
Her hands shook as she typed out a response to his text, blurry sleep no longer an issue in her eyes. Rio should tell him off, tell him that he was the most disgusting human being, if he was even a human being, off the face of the planet. That he was probably unloved and had no one who honestly gave a flying damn about him and he would probably die alone with only his precious computer and email address for company.
She should have…but only one answer crossed her mind: honesty.
Subject: FWD:FWD:RE:RE:Confession
Status: Unread
Message to: nakuratomail. com
Message from: magenta_amethyst
Date: Today
Because all I wanted to do was see you.
End of: Prologue
Next: Chapter One- Prophecies of a Smiling Liar
Suzume's Note: ….You know, if I really chose to…this could be a simple one shot and that would be that.
But, I'm a masochist…and I also have a pretty few good ideas to make this a really good story from start to finish! I really hope you all stick with me for this long, and please don't forget to review! : ) They keep me alive and sustained!
Bye everybody!
SUPER EDIT: Oh my GOD there were so many mistakes...I can't believe I let that be published and not even realized how many errors I had. Well, they are fixed now!