A/N: Hey, all~! I just got this idea while reading the first DRRR! manga book at work (Did you knooowww that Grell Sutcliff from Kuroshitsuji is on the elevator door? :O 'Cause he is!) and decided to give my favorite character some love while trying a whole new type of OC! So R/R and tell me what you think of the first chapter! (They will usually be longer than this...) Thaaaannnkkksss!
~~ Jet
They're fighting again… Onee-chan whispered in her tiny voice. Nee-san started laughing and said we should go watch them. I wasn't sure. I lifted my head off of my futon and glanced out the window. I saw man with dark hair and a fuzzy jacket fly by, followed shortly by a vending machine. He's throwing things already! Nee-san all but squealed. C'mon! Let's go! At least let me see! I sighed and told her that if Heiwajima-San was in a bad mood, I didn't want her making him madder, as I still had the cut on my arm from the last time. Nee-san sighed and asked for partial control, so she could see. I relented knowing how much she liked to watch fights.
I mean, who doesn't know what their other personalities like?
I stood up and walked to the door of my apartment, slipping on my shoes before I stepped outside. Hasegawa-san, my neighbor, was in the elevator with the doors about to close, but managed to keep them open for me. I gave him a small smile as the doors slid shut and he chuckled.
"Are you Kasomi-san or Kasomi-chan?" he asked with a small smirk. "I would've thought you to be Kasomi-san, as Orihara and Heiwajima are fighting outside, but she would never be that quiet."
"Uh, neither, Hasegawa-san," I said nervously, not knowing that my Others had met him before. "I'm just Kasomi."
"Ah."
That was all he said, all that had to be said. Everyone who lived near me, I had told about my condition. Not how it had happened, just that every time they saw me, I might act very differently. There was Nee-San, my bolder, more take-charge personality; Onee-chan, my scared little girl personality; and myself, the one who loves to people-watch and can't forget a face. There was also someone else in my head, but they had yet to interact with me as much as my sisters. Unlike most people with DID—Dissociative identity disorder—I knew I was crazy, and fully accepted it. I mean, having three 'minds' instead of one sure helped me with my job. I worked with the police, looking at the picture of a criminal they are searching for, then being able to pick him out of a crowd. They paid well, too, allowing me to rent an apartment downtown Ikebukuro with a nice view.
Holy crap! Nee-san screamed when I stopped just short of getting my nose sliced up by Izaya Orihara, the information broker. "You better watch where you're going, girly~" he said with a giggle, pulling his arm back from my face. "You never know when someone might hit you."
I was distracted enough that I couldn't keep a hold of my mind, and couldn't remember anything after that, as Nee-san took over.
A/N: (6/21/13) Damn. Over a year has passed since I last updated. o_o Boy, am I sorry. This story just kinda… died, I guess, in my mind. Then I got bored and had a shitty Bio teacher, reviving what I had once thought lost! *u* Lol Anywho, I changed a thing or two, along with fixing small errors, and will post the next chapter in a couple minutes! Hope you like Futatabime No Chansu!
~Jet
