I'm kinda getting goosebumps in my own story...
Just read on.. You'll know why when you read it :D :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! and it's characters. I only own Kyo.
"C-Celty?" I tried to catch Celty's attention while she was watching something in the television. She turned to look at me then began typing in her PDA as I sat down beside her. "Are you ready to tell me what happened in that house?"
I shivered a bit. Am I even ready to tell her?
"C-Celty-san… what if… I'm not as humane as I look like?"
She paused for a few seconds before typing once more. "What do you mean, Kyo? I don't get it. You're supposed to tell me what happened in that abandoned house."
I can tell she was confused at my sudden question. I sighed. I thought for a moment on how to explain things well. Dozens of questions filled up my head. What if she won't believe me? What if she turns away from me? What if she tells Shinra or maybe even Shizuo, and they both turn away? I'm scared. I'm scared of telling anyone, and I'm scared of losing them. What am I supposed to do, then?
"I… just want to tell you… about what happened… three years ago." I said without thinking. Why did I mention it to her? I'm really doomed now. She patted my back and typed once again. "You're finally going to tell me what happened to you, and I can tell that you don't want me to tell anyone. You can trust me, I promise."
I shrugged a bit. I breathed in and out. How would I start? It's not like I can tell her about it, and I don't even know what happened before that. "C-Celty, I… I'm sorry. Looks like I'm not ready to tell you yet. Is it okay?" I said. Celty paused for a few seconds and nodded. "It's okay, Kyo. The past hurts so much, doesn't it? I agree with you."
Celty stood up from the couch, ready to go back to work. "However… I do want to ask you something." I told her. She turned back to me.
"Do you know where I can find information on a certain person?"
I swallowed my saliva as I entered the office of this… Orihara Izaya. Celty told me that this guy can help me find information, but I have to be careful in dealing with him. 'Dealing with the devil' as Celty said.
"Ah! A new visitor and a cute one, too~" the guy sitting in front of an electronic machine that looks like a television greeted me. I gulped. "Sit down." He told me.
I sat down on the couch facing him. His freaky smile really creeps me out. "So what do you want to find out, eh~" he asked, that creepy smirk still on his face. He kinda reminds me of the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland, one of the stories father told me about.
"Err… I just want to find information about… Yamamoto Yuna." I told him.
Yes, that Yuna. The Yuna that keeps on bugging my mind, it's as if she had something to do with my past. She first appeared in my thoughts while the song 'Kokoro' was playing. And she had been appearing in my mind ever since.
"Yamamoto Yuna? Hmm…" the guy looked at me with piercing red eyes. How the heck did he have red eyes? Contact lens?
He began typing in the machine. Then his smirk appeared in his face again. Seriously, what's with this guy?
"Is this the Yuna you're looking for?" he asked, motioning for me to come near. I stood up from the couch and peered through the television-like thing. There was a portrait of a young girl with black hair. She looked exactly like the Yuna in my thoughts, though this girl looks older. "Y-yes! That's her!" I exclaimed.
"I'm sorry I didn't have enough money to pay you for the information. Maybe some other time?" I apologized to Izaya. "It must be rude for me not to introduce myself…" I told him.
He then looked at me. "It's fine. I know who you are. You're the girl who always tags along Shizu-chan, right?" he asked me, still smirking. I stared at him blankly.
"E-eh? Shizu-chan? You mean, Shizuo? Well, yeah…" I answered, though I didn't expect him to know who I am.
He laughed. What was so funny with what I said?
"I gathered information about you after I saw you with Shizu-chan."
He then took out a picture of a young girl. And that girl… is me three years ago.
"Where'd you find that?" I asked. "I'm an information broker after all. But I do want to ask you some questions." He answered, with the same tone and same smirk on his face. I had a sudden urge to punch his annoying face. "Go on." I motioned.
He looked back at the picture, and back at me. "Have you ever thought of… killing yourself? Suicide, perhaps?" he asked. Now there's a word I can't understand but I won't bother asking. I'll just answer his question so I can leave as soon as possible. Staying here feels like trouble.
"…No." I answered calmly, keeping my face expressionless. His smirk grew wider, which really made me shiver at the sight of his face, and I have no idea why.
"Then, do you believe in the afterlife?" he asked once more. More questions? It seems weird now. I'm beginning to hate this office.
"…Pardon me, I don't understand." It's the truth, I couldn't understand a certain word in his statement. He just smirked at me. Wait, scratch that. He's been smirking at me all the time.
"A-ano… Why are you asking me such impossible questions?" it was my turn to ask. I really think something fishy is going on. He stood up and tossed more papers on the coffee table. I blinked confusingly. "I can't read Japanese." I told him.
"Ah, it's fine! I prepared for that, just in case. Here are the translations." He tossed another paper to me. "How'd you know I can only read English?" I asked. Well it's pretty suspicious, considering he knew about me all the time. "I'm an informant, right?" he said once more.
My face turned pale, not because of how he managed to get all these information about me, but because of what I saw written on the papers. In the corner of my eye, I think I saw Izaya still smirking.
On the paper was a picture of me three years ago, followed by other pictures of a child that looks exactly like me. To tell you the truth, nothing changed in my appearance through the years of living with father, so I knew that this girl is me. Could this child be me in my past life? I'm really getting dizzy now, just staring at the papers. How did Izaya get information… in my past life?
"What is your name, by the way?" he asked as I continued staring at the papers. "Shizukane Kyo." I said as I picked up another paper translated in English and started to read it. "Is that so? But why is your name different there?"
I can feel my face turning white. Not because the name written on the paper was different, but because of what I just saw written below another picture of me three years ago.
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[Kyouna Shin]
Date of Birth: March 27, 1992
Date of Death: September 16, 2008
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And Shinra told me before, that… it's already 2011.
