Merry fuckmas

Disclaimer: I don't, nor will I ever own Durarara! I'm just a fourteen year old cringy emo weeaboo loser

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"Oh god they're soooo stupid..." I whined, going through the papers from Nasujima's class. Did he teach them anything at all?! Oh, why was I going through papers he was supposed to grade himself you ask? Well, you see, he'd been...attacked recently and was currently recovering. He hadn't been hurt per say but the experience had seemed to traumatize him so for now, I was stuck with all his shit.

Of course he was still at school and everything, still teaching, still harassing the students and all that shit, yet I was still stuck with his work. It's utter bullshit. The eskimo

And suddenly, the paper I'd been working on was snatched out from under me. I glanced up at the culprit and it was none other than Izaya Orihara. Of course…' Even the voice in my head sounded annoyed at his presence.

I glared at him and held out my hand, doing the "give me," motion, but this guy must've been fucking brain dead because he didn't seem to understand. No, he just continued to stand there, the shit eating grin plastered all over his shitty little face.

"What the hell do you want?" My tone was harsh, I wasn't going to bother and sound nice. He knew I didn't like him so what was the point of playing nice? It just seemed completely pointless.

"There's no need to be so harsh~" He teased, sitting on my desk. My eye twitched as I glanced at the papers he was now sitting on. 'I swear to fucking god I'm gonna kill this guy someday…' I thought to myself.

"I asked you a question, now answer it or you can kindly fuck off." I spat, so much venom in my tone that I put the king cobra to shame.

"How rude~" he fake pouted and I rolled my eyes. "You shouldn't be so mean to your friends Melo-chan, you'll drive all of them away."

"First of all, we're not friends, I hardly know you. Second of all, I don't give a shit if I 'drive you away,' in fact, I'd love if you could never talk to me again." The second the words escaped my lips he scowled slightly before the smirk returned to his face, even shittier than before.

"Well you hardly know Shizuo but that didn't stop you from fucking him."

"My personal life really isn't any of your business." I spoke calmly, not at all hinting the panic I felt. 'How the hell did he know about that...? Has he really been watching me after all?'

He seemed irked by my calmness, as if I'd ruined some big scheme of his simply because I didn't give a shit. "Besides it's my body anyways...I can do what I want with it." I added.

He got off my desk, leaned against a nearby wall and pulled out his cellphone. "Fair enough..." Though his face seemed calm for once, his tone sounded sinister. 'What the hell is he doing on his phone?'

"After all you seem to really be enjoying yourself in these pictures so I guess you did want it."

"P-Pictures...?" I stuttered, my face turning white. I looked over at him and saw his grin had returned.

"Mm." He nodded and strolled back over to me. "Look, this one right here's my favorite." He held his phone out to me and I quickly realized that he wasn't lying. He really did have pictures of Shizuo and I...well, fucking…They were at such a close angle as well, and it dawned on me that he'd been inside my apartment.

He went to the next picture, showing it off like it was a goddamn exhibit at a museum. "I like this one too. I never knew you had tattoos." He pointed to the watercolor flower on the left side of my back. "Very beautiful, who did this one?"

He continued to show me all the pictures he'd taken, and I was becoming more uncomfortable by the second. 'Why the hell is he doing this to me? What could he possibly gain from humiliating me like this?' I could no longer keep up my mask and my facade came crashing down. I literally had to restrain myself from crying in front of the informant simply because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me suffer.

"Why...Why are you doing this?"

"Why? Because it's fun." He snickered. His words played over and over in my mind and I realized that he was even more awful than I'd previously thought. Izaya Orihara wasn't a man, he was a monster. He'd only tried to make Shizuo look like a beast to keep everyone focused on him and not himself. After all, no one can love a true beast.

"What's the point of this? Why the hell are you showing me this?" I regained some of my confidence from my realization and tried to look far more poised than I truly was.

"Well I just figured that you should know I had these before I started selling them, or using them for various other purposes."

'Blackmail…' I growled at the thought. He wouldn't really sell these pictures, he was just trying to control me. He wanted something from me and this was the only way he could get it.

"Unless, you'd be willing to do something for me," he threw out. He was aware that I knew what he was doing, but that didn't stop him. Why would it have? 'The only way to get out of this would be to destroy those pictures.'

"Have you uploaded them onto your computer yet?" I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to keep a grin from sprouting on my face. He nodded, his body language saying yes, but his eyes saying no. He hadn't counted on me to ask such a question like this. He'd figured I would've eagerly done anything to keep those pictures from being seen by others. He'd thought I was ordinary. Oh that hurts.

"I see...Well then what do you want me to do?" I played along, figuring it'd be much harder to destroy his phone if I didn't. If I fought back he'd release the photographs for sure, but if I could pull off my own little scheme, he'd not only have to find another way to blackmail me, he'd have to find a new phone as well.

"Hmmm...What do you think I want?"

'Disgusting perverted piece of shit.' I frowned and looked down. I knew exactly what he wanted, and the very thought itself made me want to vomit. 'There's no way in hell I'd do...that.'

"Oh good, it looks like you already know."

"So if I...do it...you'll delete those pictures?" I shifted and tried to distance myself from him when he got even closer to me, his face only inches away.

"If you do what Melo-chan? Come on, say it or I might not know what you mean."

"If I..." I had to keep myself from gagging as I said the next part. "If I...fuck you...you'll delete those pictures right?"

"That's right." He held the phone in front of my face, showcasing it once again. "If you do that, I'll make all of this go away." He grinned, he enjoyed this. He was having fun humiliating me, he thought it was entertaining to watch me suffer. He liked seeing me desperate, ready to do anything he commanded just because I wanted to preserve what little pride I had left.

"I see..." I put on a fake scowl and looked away, seemingly helpless. But in my mind I was debating whether or not this was a good time to snatch his phone and run. It didn't take me long to decide that it was.

Before Izaya could even react, I head-butted him and forced the phone from his disgusting hands into my own.

He hissed and backed up, covering his now bloody nose. "You little bitch..." He growled, but I wasn't listening. I simply stood up and ran out of the room with him on my heels, and while he may have been fast, I was faster. I made it to one of the teachers bathrooms and slammed the door as quickly as I could, thanking the heavens when I saw that I'd done it just in time.

I quickly locked the door and leaned against it, hearing the red eyed bastard's rage filled voice on the other side. Honestly, it was chilling to hear him when he was angry, I mean yeah, he sounded pissed, but at the same time there was a hint of playfulness in his voice. It was unsettling how even when he was mad he treated it like a game, how he thought it was all one giant round of Monopoly or some shit.

I dropped his phone on the ground and began stomping on it as hard as I could. Even when I knew I'd broken it I still didn't stop, simply because I didn't want there to be any chance of him ever getting this thing to work again. I smiled when I saw the small window in the bathroom and opened it. I picked up the abused technology and chucked it out of said window as hard as I possibly could. My muscles finally untensed and I relaxed as it dawned upon me that I'd won.

Though my spirits were crushed seconds later when the informant's voice returned to my ears, the newest set of threats sounding worse than styrofoam rubbing against...styrofoam.

Fate seemed to spare me that day though when my phone rung and I saw it was Zach. I answered it quickly, still leaned against the door.

"Hey, you off work yet?"

"Actually, I'm having a little bit of a problem over here, is Shizuo with you?" I put him on speaker just so Izaya could listen in, hoping it might drive him off.

"Mhm. You wanna speak with him?"

"Nah, I was just curious. Would you two mind coming and picking me up from Raira? I could really use your help with this problem."

They conversed for a moment before Zach answered. "Yeah, sure. Hopefully you can resolve the problem before we get there."

"Yeah, I really hope I can make it go away too."

"See you soon Melody."

"Love you."

"Love you too, bye." And with that I ended the call, only to be met with silence.

Reluctantly I opened the door and was met with the pleasant surprise when I saw that the eskimo had left. "What a coward..." I muttered to myself before heading towards the entrance and waiting for the two boys to come and pick me up like they'd promised.