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Grace: Hey, everybody! So, this is the first story I'm actually uploading on this account, mainly because I didn't need to make any major changes to the first chapter, and I had the second chapter nearly complete when I made my new account. Chapter three is also in the works, it should be out sometime soon-ish. Also, everybody say hi to my awesome-

Phantom: and underappreciated!

Grace: *blinks* yeah. My awesome and underappreciated Beta, PhantomPrussia.

Phantom: *bows dramatically*

Grace: Yup. On with the chapter!~

[DISCLAIMER: If I owned Durarara! it wouldn't be centered around a bunch of high school kids, especially since Izaya is so kickass – it should have centered around HIM *fangirl squeal*. Given that Durarara! is, in fact, centered around three high school kids, I obviously don't own it.]

Chapter One: The Anomaly

There was an anomaly on the streets of Ikebukuro that night. Not Shizuo Heiwajima throwing around a vending machine. Not someone falling from a building. Not even a kidnapping was occurring that night, which could have been considered an abnormality in and of itself. No, the disturbance amongst the colorless throngs of people was much more subtle, almost unnoticeable from a distance.

Her name was Ciara Deirdre-Lynn Kathleen O`Neill. She was very proud of her name, which was as long as her mother could make it; the woman had decided that her youngest child should have a special name, and she hadn't been able to decide on just a given and middle name. Everything about Ciara stood out, and not necessarily in a good way. Her fiery auburn hair was a tangled mess of curls that reached past her waist with long bangs that made her scowl slightly each time they brushed into her eyes. Despite her twenty-two years of life, she hadn't managed to get any taller than five foot one, which left her considerably shorter than the other people who strolled the streets at eleven PM. She had a round face spattered with freckles, which only added to her childish air; on a bad day she could easily be mistaken for a petulant eight-year-old. Though her appearance alone was odd enough compared to the relatively boring and repetitive features of the Ikebukuro residents, her choice of clothing was what really drew the oddest glances. She was clad in an over-sized green knitted sweater with unraveling sleeves that reached several inches past her fingers and a hem that fell nearly to her knees. The sweater nearly obscured her grass-stained and baggy jeans, tucked into mud caked and well-worn work boots.

She seemed completely oblivious to the disdainful looks cast her way, grey-green eyes instead focused on the neon lights and towering buildings. Ciara was born and raised in the small Irish town of Caher, her parents were farmers and she had five brothers. Needless to say the girl didn't spend much time worrying over her clothing choices when she was busy getting then muddy and tattered anyway.

Nearly hidden on the roof of a building sat the hunched form of Izaya Orihara. The small set of binoculars held to his face glinted slightly in the light of one of the glowing signs, casting a shadow over his face. He was staring intently at the red-haired girl, eyes narrowed and face twisted into a smirk. Yes, she was certainly different from the rest of his beloved humans, from her expressions to the way she walked, but what really caught Izaya's attention was her resemblance to someone he knew well; or rather had known.

With a chuckle Izaya pushed himself to his feet, slipping the binoculars into the pocket of his jacket as he turned away. Ikebukuro had been getting almost boring lately, and a plan was quickly forming in the man's head about how to spice things up.

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Grace: My first Durarara! story! This idea has been poking me for a while, and since I do so love OC in Ikebukuro stories, I had to contribute something. I suppose I should apologize for the rather bland and short opening, but I figured it was better to get the introduction out of the way sooner rather than later. I would also like to say that flames and accusations of Ciara being a Mary-Sue are not appreciated, it's not like I can have her go about being as boring and colorless as the regular people waltzing about, but I do appreciate comments and suggestions about ways to keep my OC from straying into Mary-Suedom. Also a thanks goes out to my awesome Beta, PhantomPrussia!

Phantom: *bows*

Grace: *claps sarcastically* Ahem. The next chapter will be out as soon as possible to make up for the shortness of this one. Thanks for reading up to this point, and remember, reviews make an Author's life suck less!)