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Broken Normalcy
Ch. 1: Un(lucky)
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Furukawa Koto was a Virgo. Just being one said so many unnatural things that she didn't pay any mind to. Just being one made her realize too late that she should start watching the daily horoscope on her television. Just being one made her very, very unlucky. And today's horoscope just so happened to say that Virgo's should not go outside.
Did she follow through with this request that just had conveniently lodged itself in between her mind and painting?
Hell no.
She pressed a button on her remote control and the television was turned off with an abrupt beep. Hauling herself from her desk full of paintings, Koto grabbed a bag, lazily combed her hands through her raven-colored hair, and proceeded to walk out the door after feeding Marshmallow.
No way in hell was she going to waste her time loitering around in her room when she had absolutely no idea what to draw.
Little did she know that this was the first step that broke her normalcy.
"Eat sushi! Sushi good for you!"
She found herself accepting the flyer after absentmindedly walking through the streets. Her hazy mind only registered the fact that she had indeed traveled a little farther than she intended to. Shopping and her didn't go so well, so she resorted to aimlessly walking around until some form of inspiration hit her so that she could go home and finish up her painting before her personally set deadline was up.
Quite truly, inspiration did hit her.
Literally.
As much as she would like to say about the day, it was difficult to completely process as to what had just happened when you collide into someone holding a light pole about three times said person's size. And Koto, completely caught off guard, fell ungracefully on her bottom, uttering no sound as she brought her eyes up to the hovering figure who looked far too enraged to be concerned about her presence at the moment.
"I-za-ya!"
Scratch that, he was pissed, and for her own safety, Kto quickly pulled herself up and proceeded to walk (run) away. Her eyes trailed back to the scene, then noticing a pair of red eyes on her. A man with a long jacket and black hair that was darker than hers glanced at her for a moment before trailing his eyes back to the big guy in the bartender's uniform.
By the rumors, oh yes, she knew.
Izaya Orihara.
Which means, Koto trailed her eyes to the person in the bartender's uniform for a moment, knowing the fearsome rumors that enveloped the two figures.
Oh shit.
But before she could launch herself into the crowds of curious eyes and do a full Jackie Chan sprint home in a desperate attempt to preserve the fact that she was just a passerby residence of Ikebukuro, she felt a hand encircle her wrists and forcefully pull her along her to the middle of the street. Her eyes lingered to the ground, dazed, confused, and whirling with thoughts.
She was literally in between Heiwajima Shizuo and Orihara Izaya. She was right in between two giant balls of raging storms and thunder, and she was the tiny, insignificant leaf that acted as a witness to their wrath at any given moment. One of the blasts' of raging thunder was Heiwajima Shizuo, who, still frankly, was crushing the light pole in his hands rather than holding it as he panted. And the other blast of thunder was right behind her, her back being pressed into his chest as she felt a faint smirk on the man behind her while he still kept a tight hold on her wrists, also lightly panting while holding a—flick-blade (Koto stilled for a moment) in his other hand.
So, deeming this as a hostage situation, Furukawa Koto resigned herself to thinking that the Gods' had taken a vacation and had forsaken her to be at the mercy of two very, very unpredictable people. Her martial arts be damned, she couldn't drag attention to herself now.
She would've actually taken the time to observe and enjoy their actions if not for the fact that the only thing protecting her from being hit by a light pole was the fact that she had Ikebukuro's most powerful information broker behind her, cradling her wrists in a delicate but uncaring manner.
That was good. She didn't need his attention.
Even so, having her back to Izaya Orihara was the equivalence of letting a serial murderer in her house.
"What will you do now, Shizu-chan?" Izaya smoothly chirped and slowly caressed Koto's wrists. "If you throw that now you'll hurt poor Koto-chan and her beautiful hands."
Koto raised an imaginary eyebrow.
He knew her name? Actually, that shouldn't come to her as a surprise. He was an information broker—and a very powerful one at that. He probably even know her three sizes. . .Koto sighed, albeit too exasperatedly to be fear-ridden as she threw the thought away and crushed it in the cornermost area of her mind. She was a divine introvert. Her aloofness was just another convenient part of her that allowed herself to stay, well, sane when the time called for her to be smashed in between a brawl with Ikebukuro's strongests'. And being in the middle of a large-scale quarrel was at the bottom of her list, no matter how distanced she may have seemed.
She just wanted to find some inspiration for her art.
So how the hell did it end up to be like this?
How the hell did she manage to be the one unlucky person to be picked to be the shield of Izaya fucking Orihara?
Koto sighed bitterly and stared dully ahead, remembering the horoscope channel.
She should've listened.
Izaya blinked for a moment when he saw her sigh, and then curved the corners of his lips upward into a smile.
It was then that Shizuo finally took the moment to look at Koto's face—after spewing some very colorful language towards the object of his hate. And truly, he seemed to be in the middle of a heated internal conflict with himself, and Koto wondered whether or not he was actually considering the possibility of throwing the crushed light pole in her way. Wait, was he really thinking about that?
Going down like that—how would Marshmallow survive without her?
But before she could process anything else, she felt the hands on her wrists spin her around and force her legs into a full-blown sprint as they blew past the bewildered spectators. Koto could hear the rage emanating off of Heiwajima Shizuo.
"IZAYA!"
Koto felt some sort of pity for the blonde haired man as he continued to vividly and loudly curse (while also throwing the light pole in a nearby building), although that thought soon left her once she assessed the current situation at hand. Her mind no longer dazed or numb; myriads of thoughts beginning to race through her head as she processed the way that her legs were quickly tiring. She casted an observant look as to who was in front of her again, and immediately, one thought stood out from the rest, blaring like a red police siren in the very innermost depths of her mind.
That is, to not get involved with Izaya Orihara any further.
And acting on pure instinct, Furukawa Koto tugged harshly on the arm that was leading her, forcefully making then skid to a sudden stop. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath, purposely ignoring the calculating smile and the narrowed eyes that expected an answer. Seemingly, she was too drained to care for whatever mystery they held anymore.
"Orihara-san. . .using me as a shield was a bit cruel wasn't it?" She asked, still struggling to catch her breath.
His lips were still quirked up in between some sort of smirk and half-smile. "But Koto-chan, you looked like you needed some inspiration, right? Didn't I get what you wanted?" Izaya said smoothly.
"There was no reason at all to grab me specifically. . ." She emphasized the last part on her behalf. Still unknowing of his true personality, perhaps she took a rather daring approach (coming from a person who had to use her cat to kill spiders in the house). Inspiration? Yes, she got it. She had the inspiration of fear and the will to run away. "I don't see the point in it." She grumbled slightly, and then contemplated walking away. But wouldn't that be too rude?
Well, seemingly as to how she was used as a human shield today, walking out on him wouldn't be that bad, right?
"Koto-chan, you seem to be misunderstanding something." Izaya purred. "I would've been hit if I didn't grab you specifically. You," he pointed an accusing finger, "didn't struggle."
"Wouldn't that be the most rational thing to do? She cast a cautious look at him. "Heiwajima-san seemed to be pissed. I didn't want to be one of the people on the receiving end of that."
His smile never faltered, neither did her exhaustion as he simply pranced around her, stopping to hug her from behind. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she proceeded to crane her head over, only to see narrowed eyes scrutinize her laidback profile.
Disinterest. That was the only thing that she could see. And seemingly, without his so-called Shizu-chan to poke fun at anymore. . .he needed someone else to take his place for the time being. . .
Shit.
His voice stooped—or rather, raised—to a girlish level.
"Koto-chan, did you know?" his voice dripped with exaggeration.
She was too preoccupied with trying to get out of his grip—or embrace.
"Cowards are liars."
The mood immediately took a sharp turn downwards.
Her eyes gravitated to the fur lining his hood as she absentmindedly murmured, "Really?"
A thought traveled through her mind. She brushed it away.
Izaya lowered his head and brought his mouth dangerously close to his ear. "You want it, don't you?"
Koto remained impassive, ignoring the way her palms suddenly dampened. "Orihara-san, that's wrong on so many levels."
He ignored her, waving an entertained hand, "Wouldn't you rather experience it all for yourself, again? Or—are you afraid of getting involved again because you're afraid?"
Koto stiffened. He knew. Just like he knew that he would receive this type of reaction from her—and she knew. That look. The look that was so familiar like her own when she found an object of interest to observe and interpret. He had just found his new toy. . .and it happened to be her.
Dammit.
She knew to an extent just how far his persuasion got him. . .And somehow, she wondered just how much information that Izaya Orihara had in his hand—seeing as to how he knew about her private life. . .
Izaya hummed again, "Hey, Koto-chan."
Surprisingly, she managed a reply when he buried his nose against her neck. "Yes?"
It was muffled, but she still heard it; the movements of his articulating lips.
"You're disgusting."
The mood took another turn, supposedly for the worse.
And the way his voice seemed to be even more carefree when he said it made her think upon the many people that she had tried to observe. And, apparently, she could barely read him—and that only induced an unwanted smile to creep onto her face. She knew what this was. He wasn't the only one who took an interest in observation. He wanted to see what kind of reaction she would bring and—and—
She couldn't see the way his eyes narrowed when he saw her smile.
—She actually wanted to know more about this raging ball of storm that could incinerate her with lightning at any given moment.
The logical voice in the back of her head spoke.
What happened to normalcy?
And as much as half of herself wanted to quite literally rip out of his grip and make a dash for home, something pulled her back, and it was by no means a good force. It was the force of curiosity at its finest that had grasped her by the neck many times when she was little and flung her around until she completely observed and predicted a person's actions.
But—this was no ordinary person. This was Izaya fucking Orihara. The very person that could ruin her life if he so dared lifted a finger, and then everything—her normalcy, her life, her very being would be controlled by him as he watched her break under his shoes.
Just like that, whichever choice she would make would both set in her a large spiral of unpredictable. And neither one of the decisions that she would choose could shake him off of her tail. He was the impeccable force that was hell-bent on torturing her until she finally died, and she couldn't run away from that.
But even if Furukawa Koto desired Normalcy. She also desired the action of observation. The art of interpreting and predicting the actions of humans at their peak or at their limits, and then converting their struggles into paintings. And Izaya Orihara was—to briefly summarize—one of the people in Ikebukuro that she instinctually took interest in.
She was drawn to the very force that dared to mow her down to the ground.
Therefore, Orihara Izaya was a bastard.
For making her have this raging conflict inside of her, curiosity and logic ripping her apart until she made a decision that would only favor one side. And in between it all, it hadn't even come to her knowledge that she let out a laugh as she thought about the irony of it all.
She wanted Normalcy, but she couldn't have the other.
She wanted the risk of Observation, but the she couldn't have the other.
Damn Izaya Orihara for ruining her normal routine that she had so preciously held onto for so long—and it was all crushed in approximately an hour—from the moment she left her house.
Returning to reality, apparently, some part of her wasn't aware that her laughing fit hadn't stopped as it came out in waves and waves of frustration and hysteria. She felt the pair of arms around her twitch. She was too preoccupied with covering her mouth to see the way Izaya's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, his ever-present smile still on.
"My, my, Koto-chan. Isn't someone off of their rails." He said, and willingly let Koto out of his grip, the latter shuffling back a few steps with flushed cheeks packed with embarrassment.
Akward, aloof Koto-san from the art room.
Apparently, her self-control went out of the window as well, and Koto inwardly cursed, reverting back to her impassive state as she felt the pair of calculating eyes staring into her soul; his hands leisurely sitting in his pockets as he studied her. Certainly, he had not expected that reaction. . .
Then. . .she was—unpredictable?
No.
Normal people aren't supposed to be like that.
But she did have a moment of—something.
Another thought sneaked into her mind. A classroom. Koto brushed it away and instead focused on unclenching her fists.
"Orihara-san."
He was still smiling that unpleasant smile. He hummed.
Her mouth opened to form words; her tongue moving, her hands sweating, her heart daring to burst out of her chest—
And she still managed to pull off a small smile.
"As fellow cowards, I will be your toy. In exchange, I'll take you down with me."
Apparently, giving up her normalcy just for uncovering one of Ikebukuro's strongest was the first step into realizing the fact that she, Furukawa Koto, was not normal.
And she was most definitely stupid, for wanting to see what he—of all people—would do in his breaking point. How he would act.
But apparently, she was not above realizing that he was doing the same with her.
A/N: and ch 2 is done. . .
Why. Just why is it so hard to write Izaya-kun!? .
OKAY. So when Koto means by "As fellow cowards, I will be your toy. In exchange, I will take you down with me." She means that she won't stray from his side until she's actually seen him. Like, as in seeing what he's going to do at his "breaking point," and observing him up to the point where she can read his movements (which is highly unlikely). Likewise for Izaya.
So basically, they're using each other xD
And sorry if my OC seems OOC. She's the type of person, despite being aloof and y'know. . .akward xD She's a determined person once she really sets her mind on something she wants to do lolz. PLEASE let me know if she's kinda Mary-sueish. I try to make my OC's as far from those as possible lolz
Is Izaya too shallow?! I think I made him too shallow. . .and I rushed the ending :/
I might rewrite this chapter, because I think that the whole concept that I based this chapter off of seems unreal xD
Hope this wasn't too. . .ya know, terrible lolz
Til next time~