"It sucks" - M'kay
I cri
*gross unneeded sobbing*
Yeah this story is pretty awful tbh
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! in any way, shape or form. All I own is the shitty creation I call Melody.
Warning: This story is terrible and contains both vulgarity and cringe.
-Uso has joined the chat-
Uso: Hey guys!
Kanra: Hi Uso-chan
Taro Tanaka: Hi Uso
Setton: Hey Uso!
Uso: Who saw that nasty fight between Izaya and Shizuo today?
Kanra: I did!
Taro Tanaka: I saw it too!
Taro Tanaka: Wait, Kanra, Uso you guys were there too?
Uso: Ha, maybe we all saw each other and didn't even know it
Setton: Oh boy they didn't cause too much damage today did they?
Uso: Nah I think it was pretty mild…
Uso: He mostly beat up people who claimed to be in something called "the Dollars"
Kanra: Yeah...There was also this girl with electric blue hair who seemed to calm him down though...
Kanra: I wonder if she was his boyfriend or something~
Uso: Doubt it
Taro Tanaka: I kinda have to agree with Uso there
Setton: Yep
Kanra: Aww~ is everyone against me?
Uso: Probably
Kanra: Do you think those guys really were from the dollars though?
Uso: What are the Dollars exactly?
Taro Tanaka: I heard they're some gang…
Setton: Look I got to go…
Taro Tanaka: Bye Setton!
Uso: See ya!
-Setton has left the chat-
Taro Tanaka: Gotta go too. See you guys tomorrow!
Uso: See you!
Kanra: Oh don't leave~
-Taro Tanaka has left the chat-
Kanra: Well it's just you and me now~
Uso: You sound a little disappointed
Kanra: I'm not, not at all
Kanra: So how are you doing? Are you adjusting well in your new home?
Uso; Somewhat, but I'm still looking for a job. I know I haven't been here very long but I've been looking for one way before I moved here and still no luck…
Kanra: Really? That sucks…
Kanra: What kind of job are you looking for?
Uso: Teaching.
Kanra: Hmmm….
Kanra: Now that I think about it I actually think I heard something about a teacher the other day, something about him getting attacked, maybe you could fill in for him?
Uso: What school was it?
Kanra: I believe it was Raira.
Uso: Do you know what they taught?
Kanra: English...I think
Uso: Well I'll give it a shot. Thanks for the help Kanra!
Kanra: No problem.
Uso: Bye.
Kanra: Bye~ See you later~
-Uso has left the chat-
"Good morning class, I'm your new teacher, Ms. Worstchester. As you may know your old teacher has had an accident so I'll be filling in for him for the rest of the year." I smiled warmly and scanned the faces of the kids in my class. I thanked Kanra in my mind for about the millionth time for telling me about this job.
The kids all grumbled back "Good morning Ms. Worstchester," still in a sleepy sort of haze. I had expected for them to be tired, but I thought at least one kid in my class wouldn't be entirely dead on the inside.
"Wow, love the enthusiasm there guys. Now, since I'm your new teacher I figured you might as well get to know me, so I'll go around the class and everyone can ask me one question about myself."
Most of the questions asked were rather generic like "What's your favorite color," and "How old are you," but a few were actually genuinely interesting questions that I hadn't expected, or that I hoped my students would've asked. These questions included "Where are you from," "What's it like in America," "Is this your first teaching job," and things of that nature. They were questions from students that showed they were actually interested by me, that they were paying attention, that they were excited to have me teaching them.
The very idea brought a smile to my face, one of those smiles that you just couldn't get rid of no matter how hard you tried. You know, the ones you'd get around your closest friends that made your face hurt at the end of the day.
The school day had finally ended and I sat at my desk, grading papers that my precursor (the teacher before me) hadn't finished, as well as new ones that I'd collected today.
"Uhm Ms. Worstchester?" I looked up and saw a very familiar face. Mikado.
"What is it Mr. Ryugamine?" My sky blue orbs met his silver ones, mine filled with curiosity and his with wonder. They were similar emotions, yet I could tell that they were entirely different at the same time. We felt the same thing towards each other-puzzlement is it- yet at the same time we had completely different motives and questions. How could that be? I hadn't a clue, and I'm sure that even if I did, it wasn't something that I could explain.
"The other day uhm...with...did you really know Masaomi?" I could tell by his strained face, by the naivete his eyes held that he didn't have a clue why he had asked the question, but that didn't matter. He had asked so he deserved an answer.
"No I didn't. You caught me." I chuckled. "I just saw how uncomfortable he looked and I couldn't let him suffer like that. Stranger or not, I know how that feels and it's just terrible." I smiled up at him. "So you're new here too huh? You don't look or act like someone who's ever lived in the city before."
"Oh! Uhhmm...er…" He couldn't form a reply to my statement; his cherry red cheeks confirmed that what I had said was entirely true.
"I know what it's like to be somewhere you don't feel like you belong. Trust me it'll be scary for a while but soon it'll wear off and you'll get used to it." I wasn't sure if he needed to hear that, if he needed words of encouragement, but hey you never know. I said them simply to help put his mind at ease (even if it was only a little) so he'd feel a little less intimidated by everything.
"Right. Well I guess I should get going." He half-bowed and quickly left the room and I was once again in solitude with only papers and a pen to keep me occupied.
"Thank god it's finally Friday." I muttered to myself, trying not to collapse on the pavement. It'd been a rather long week, full of students not shutting the fuck up and being little shits, trespassers harassing the good students, random angry screaming from Shizuo at 3 AM, and insomnia fueled shopping nights.
I didn't even think twice when I bumped into what I assumed to be a wall and muttered "Fucking idiot," under my breath. Well, until I was met with an irritated growl. Fuck.
Looking up, I was met with the face of my neighbor, Shizuo Heiwajima and immediately regretted the fact that I hadn't even bothered to check what I'd run into before cursing. "Oh! Sorry Shizuo! I wasn't talking about you!" I apologized, jumping up off the ground. "I thought I had run into a wall because I wasn't paying attention so I called myself a fucking idiot because I mean I ran into a damn wall li-" I kept rambling but was quickly cut off.
"It's fine, don't worry about it."
I looked up at his features, his sunglasses were still on, the lit cigarette still rested between his teeth, there wasn't a vein about ready to pop out of his forehead, and he wasn't scowling. In fact, his lips had turned upwards, so an awkward yet somehow fitting smile rested upon his face.
"Oh thank god." I sighed in relief and relaxed.
"Even if I was mad, I'd never hit a woman," he muttered the last part mostly to himself, but he'd made it just loud enough that he knew I would've caught it too.
I had no idea why anyone was scared of this man. At first glance maybe Shizuo Heiwajima was intimidating, but once you got to really know him, he was like a big puppy. He wasn't some sadistic sociopath who enjoyed hurting people. In fact he despised the very idea that he'd ever brought harm to anyone. He felt bad enough when he broke someone's arm, and sometimes I wondered how crushed he'd be if he actually ended up killing anyone.
"Hey, do you maybe wanna grab something to eat?" I asked awkwardly, fixing my bangs and praying to the god I didn't believe in that my face wasn't as red as the very stop signs Shizuo had thrown in the past. Maybe I was asking him out on a date, maybe I wasn't. It depended on whether he thought it was one or not.
We hadn't known each other for very long, but from the very first moment we'd sort of connected in this weird way. It was like we both knew each other's flaws, each other's worries, each other's fears and understood them. If that makes any sense at all.
"S-Sure." He seemed a little hesitant, almost as if he was in disbelief. And as I looked up at him once again I realized I didn't have to worry about my face showing embarrassment because his face was redder than a beet. We both felt awkward yet excited at the same time to be in each other's company.
As we both walked back towards the bustling city and away from our homes, we were completely oblivious from the rather displeased sepia eyed man watching the scene play out from a distance.
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