Ugh, I forgot the A/N when I published this... I'm an idiot...
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara, sadly.
Sunday night, long after dark, Violet was crying in the darkest part of the park. Sitting with her knees drawn up against her chest, she had her head on her arms, which in turn she had crossed over her knees.
Violet was sitting behind a bench, half-concealed by the bushes and flowers. She'd been there for hours, crying the entire time. Her father had been drunk, a new experience for her. Because of this, he had been abusing her again.
It was late. She hadn't been paying any attention to the time because she was so upset. Like on Friday night, soft footsteps could be heard behind her. Oh no, no, please don't let it be Izaya again. Please no. She thought, trying to muffle her sobs.
"Violet-Chaaan?" A voice sang out from somewhere close by. It sounded a lot like the informant, Izaya Orihara.
Violet closed her eyes, still crying, but attempting to do so silently. Please just leave me alone. Don't notice me. Just overlook the small teenage girl crying in the bushes. She thought desperately.
Suddenly, without warning, Izaya was practically on top of her.
"There you are!" He said, his trademark evil smirk in place.
Violet just pulled her legs closer to her body, still sobbing. Once she started, she couldn't stop, the tears would just keep falling. On most nights like this, she would just cry herself to sleep. Izaya leaned down and gently lifted her head, cupping her chin with one hand and wiping away her tears with the other.
"What's wrong Violet-Chan?" He asked in his sing song voice, even though he knew fully well what was wrong.
Violet slapped his hands away, and tried to scoot back, away from him. To her dismay though, her back met unyielding bushes.
"L-leave me alone!" She cried through her tears.
She could see him, but because of the lack of light she couldn't make out his face. Izaya took a step forward, and without any warning, scooped her up and began walking out of the park, carrying her bridal style with a sick smirk on his face.
"Don't be scared." He crooned softly in her ear.
The poor girl freaked out. She started screaming and crying, struggling in Izaya's arms. She was so scared, she didn't like him touching her, much less carrying her. No, please no! She thought, panicking.
Izaya covered her mouth as he walked. "Shh."
She eventually quieted, trembling and occasionally whimpering in his arms. She was so scared; this man terrified her.
He walked through the city with the small teenage girl in his arms. Surprisingly, no one seemed to care, or even notice them. Izaya eventually made it to the back entrance of an apartment complex and kicked the already half open door fully open. Still holding Violet in his arms securely, he walked forward into darkness..
Violet started struggling in his arms again, whimpering fearfully. Slightly annoyed, he adjusted his grip, causing her to freak out and grab at his shirt.
After going up a couple flights of stairs in darkness while carrying the small and surprisingly light teenage girl in his arms, he came to a dimly lit hallway. He walked to an apartment door marked 3C, and skillfully opened it. Izaya crossed to the couch and set Violet down gently. She pulled her knees against her chest tightly, trying not to start crying again. She was terrified, not wishing to know what he wanted; she was just glad that he had put her down. Izaya smiled kindly.
"I won't hurt you. I'm helping you." He told her gently, tipping her head back with one slender finger on her chin.
Violet didn't answer, just buried her face in her arms and started crying again.
Izaya straightened, and walked away to another room. When he returned a moment later, he had a blanket and a box of tissues. Setting the tissues on the table, he then wrapped the blanket around her shoulders gently. He stroked her hair once, then sat down in a chair close to the couch. His face was soft for once, and the usual scheming gleam was absent from his eye.
Why is he being so nice to me? We don't really know each other, and from what I've heard, he's a weird creeper! Violet thought, still crying a little. She had begun to quiet though.
Izaya pulled out his cell phone and sifted through his messages, while Violet quietly cried herself to sleep, which took about thirty minutes. Once she was asleep though, her face was peaceful. Her chest rose and fell softly under the blanket as she slept quietly.
Izaya smiled, standing and softly kissing the top of her head, stroking her hair again before sitting at his desk to work, being the informant that he was.