Here is the first chapter! yes, that one is a prologue, this is where the story really did begin, i hope no one mind but i did have Tsukumoya Shinichi here because dem! he needs love! anyways i hope you enjoy and review of what you think it motivates a lot!
I dont own Durarara or any of the characters!
enjoy reading!
A small town is residing on the dark forest, forgotten by time and age it stood and remained on the safe protection from the trees and woods, people are devoted to god and their beliefs are strong and it passed on generation by generation. The teachings, philosophy and stories were being taught in school and processed on generations, the people always believe to serve god and that they are nothing but humans only to praise and thank, everyone thinks they are below the almighty unseen being.
Except for one…
"Are you going to the festival today? A big thanksgiving will be held!" A brunette bespectacled teen chirped as he tried to catch up with the pace of his friend that was walking to fast. He frowned a bit as he didn't receive a reply but later on he answered.
"You know I am not interested with that kind of thing.. Shinra, I don't like giving thanks and praises" the reply came smooth and full of confidence as Shinra shook his head as he looked around seeing the people getting crazy about tonight's festival.
"Ah well, I was just wondering though, we used to go out together back in middle school so I was just asking, you really are different Izaya"
Izaya tipped his head to the side and smirked as he glanced at Shinra, he stopped and made a 360 degree turn using the ball of his foot as his sandals buried on the ground and his yukata flopping with the wind. "Perhaps I am indeed different, I don't see myself on level with these people, look around you they are all getting excited for praises and singing.. to someone who they can't see nor hear, I do not want to participate on these practices now that im turning 18, as a kid I used.. uh no.. I have too because that is the norm, because that's what my parents want me to do and I can't say no on that age but now I have my rights and I shall do whatever I want" he once again turned and started walking as Shinra followed him with a hum of approval. it was indeed true, Izaya was strange, unlike the people in the town he was what you call.. a stray perhaps, his beliefs are different from them. Since he went to school and observed his surroundings he didn't understand why the people are so keen on believing something they can't see nor hear, that even a proof of its existence isn't anywhere.
"That is right, your birthday Is coming next week.. what are you going to do?"
"Well, nothing much… though I wish for something interesting to happen, but for now I have to keep moving to get to the top of the class ne? if I get top on the class it is for c-"
"yes, yes,… the smartest kid in this town gets to be sent away from another town, or country or wherever."
"Indeed, I can't wait for that to happen, unfortunately the previous students were sent back home here for they can't pass the confirmatory exam, so when I get out of here I'll make sure not to come back." A smirk graced at izaya's lips as he continued to march, carrying his painting tools and a canvas. "Besides.. everyone wanted to get out of here.. to be sent in an advance country and learn new things.. I would surely love that. I won't be dealing with these people anymore."
Sighing Shinra followed Izaya carrying his own tools as he frowned "You do know that the people here had high hopes for you and Tsukumoya-kun to raise this town out of the mud" Shinra saw izaya visibly cringe at the mention of his rivals name.
Orihara Izaya
Tsukumoya Shinichi
They had been rivals since elementary, whether in academics or sports or anything Izaya hated that mask freak! Tsukumoya was the hindrance to his success after all only one student is allowed to be sent, and Izaya won't go down with a fight with him.
"Don't even mention the name of the mask wearing freak" he mumbled and sighed as he pouted a bit before glancing at Shinra. "Anyways have you chosen a place to paint already? It will be submitted next week~ an I have already a place in mind!"
"Ehh… but I haven't found any yet" Shinra sighed as he groaned bitterly and blinked as he saw Izaya running.
"Well I better go now so.. bye! Hope you find something worth to paint aside from Celty's curves!" The raven haired male ran off and Shinra stood still shocked as he blushed in embarrassment.
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"Mou, this is quite tiring" Izaya murmured as he walked towards the southern gate, each part of the town had these giant shrine gates, indicating that if you step out means you will be facing the dark forest, people come and go to the gates, mostly men who were hunters and women who are collecting herbs and others that just wanted to explore, but the southern gate is one of the gates that only few people step outside. Long time ago the southern gates led to the path of evil, far and deeper in the forest stories believed a demon lived on a grand mansion before, though no one had ever seen the mansion despite that some brave people that surveyed the place, they found nothing except the burned and abandoned shrine of the southern Deity, each gates had a respected Shrine not far from it, it is believed to guard and protect them from evil. That is Izaya's destination, The southern gate shrine. The category of the painting given to them is mysterious, ancient and should tell a story so the shrine was a perfect subject. Looking up at the sky they sun was up and he would have to get there fast he can have time to paint it better. Getting excited at the outcome of his work he paused as he arrived at the shrine to see that someone had already sat there and started to paint. Seeing a lighter shade of raven locks Izaya frowned.
"Alas… just not my luck after all.."
Hearing this, the boy on the shrine paused on his strokes as he listened, Izaya could practically sense the smirk that the other had even his back was still visible to him.
"It seems that we have the same subject interest Orihara-kun" a muffled answer was returned as the boy turned to face him, he was wearing a fox mask this time, no one had seen the face of Tsukumoya Shinichi and anyone dared or tried to pry his mask for fun or curiosity will face his wrath, despite the fact that Izaya was curious and wanted to make fun of taking the damn thing off he had witness how the last guy ended up in coma for two weeks.
"Yeah, I would agree to that Tsukumoya-kun~ I should have expected it and gotten early though.. " Izaya pouted and skipped to stand beside the other boy looking at his work he smirked. "Tsukumoya-kun really is good with everything" smirking Izaya looked around and tipped his head to the side as Tsukumoya looked up to him and sat still.
"I could say the same thing Orihara-kun but really, you can drop your play now that we are alone" The mask teen tipped his head to the side and faced the other raven as he sat still on his stool paintbrush in hand. Izaya blinked and stared at Tsukumoya with fake innocence as he pouted a bit, showing a fake offended shake of head he shrugged.
"I do not know what you mean Tsukumoya-kun but you hurt my feelings you know, I can't even tell if you are smiling behind your mask or if you are just trying to annoy me".
The masked teen stood up and placed a hand under his chin in a thoughtful manner and he pointed at his mask. "Orihara-kun, among the two of us you are the one wearing a mask, you deserve this fox mask I have right now, you are so cunning and manipulative but it won't work on me I assure you, if you are coaxing my time for a small chat to disturb me I suggest you use your remaining time to find some subject" Tsukumoya sat down once again and started to resume his work.
Izaya glared at the back of those ash hair and he crossed his arms a small huff escaping his lips as he shrugged. "ah mou.. Tsukumoya-kun, so serious I'll be going now ne, I don't want to get beaten by you~" turning around Izaya frowned and continued to walk outside without any particular direction. He could only hope to find something interesting. He can't lose to that masked freak but anyway he should focus on finding some wonderful and amazing subject.
