The New Client

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara!

A/N: Hi everyone, I just wanted to apologize greatly for the hold off on this story. A lot of things have been going on in my life and I needed to deal with them, eventually this story became the last thing on my mind due to what I had to deal with. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things now that I have more time to myself. I'm really sorry, again. I want to finish this story and will do my best to do so. Thank you to all of those who haven't given up on me.

Chapter 10: Cruelty

Seira woke up the next morning alone. The sun peeked behind the dark curtains in Izaya's room, lightly kissing her cheeks as she gathered her memories of last night. Izaya had thoughtlessly aroused her; the thought of this sickened her deeply. She recalled that he had a meeting to go to with Namie, the woman who had been hired to kill her by her step-father. What the meeting was about, she had no idea.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, stretching her back and arms before making her way to the bathroom. After showering and trying to wake her body up, she pulled on an outfit that consisted of jean shorts and a white, short sleeved T-shirt. While her hair had begun to air dry, the ends pooling at her collar bone, she made her way down to Izaya's office and living room, still to find it as such an empty apartment.

Seira heard the lock on the front door click, and she watched the door open casually only to see Izaya with his same usual smirk. She could only smile to the man who had kindly, but suspiciously, offered her his home.

"Welcome back," she chimed, slowly walking towards him as he hung up his coat. "how…did it go?" she added cautiously, somewhat nervous to hear how the meeting went.

"You're in a good mood today, Seira-chan!" he gasped happily, placing a hand on her head and shaking her hair about wildly. She sighed at this and waited for an answer to her question, and this he could tell.

"Well, it seems we will have to be a little more careful. You're going to have to continue to be in disguise, unless you want kidnapped." He said casually, waltzing his way to his desk, to which he sat down at and began to start his computer.

Why did this not surprise her? How long was she going to have to keep hiding?

"Maybe… I should just keep running away." She whispered, more to herself as she stared down at her bare feet. She could feel her eyes tense, tears were coming as she feared for her life. When would this all just stop?

"Do you really think that would help you?" he chuckled darkly, now looking up at her with a daring gaze. "I didn't think you were one to quit so easily, Seira-chan."

Seira rose her head slowly to meet his gaze. He was right. She couldn't just run away, this wouldn't stop unless she stopped it herself.

"So what can I do…?" she muttered, a sense of hopelessness in her voice. To this, Izaya sighed but with a smile.

"For now, nothing." He said simply, to this she felt like screaming, begging him to help her in some way. "I actually met him today." He added, curious to see her reaction.

"What?" she shrieked, feeling a lump caught in her throat. She now felt sick and angry.

"He was…nothing special. A typical, disgusting, lonely human. " he muttered, twirling a sharpened pencil in his lanky fingers, the same stupid smile still spread on his face.

Seira could find no words, it sounded like her step-father hadn't changed. She slowly set herself on the black couch as she listened to the rhythmic typing of Izaya's keyboard. All she could think about was how she had to face this, somehow. She had to do something.

"I'm going out, okay?" she said as she walked up to his room to grab her jacket and purse, and also, a wig for her disguise.

She heard him laugh, almost mockingly at her attempt to go outside and live normally among people where her enemies consisted.

"Suit yourself, my lovely Seiraaaaaa!" he sang happily, watching her walk down the stairs with her same expression, as she had been use to this constant mocking and silliness. He gazed at the long, fake locks of black hair that twisted and twirled at her hips.

"I'll be back, okay? No need to worry." She mocked back with a small smile and a humorous gaze that she cast upon him. He merely smirked at her and she closed the door behind her.

He frowned as he heard the door click. He suddenly felt…lonely.

The busy streets of Ikebukuro were still the same. Nothing was ever changing except for the faces she saw each day. She found herself sitting by a giant fountain, gazing at people that walked by and wondering about their lives. She wondered if she would want to trade lives, or maybe someone was going through something worse. But, in this moment, she doubted it, which may have been selfish to think.

Her chest felt like it was being mercilessly stabbed at. She felt like she was trapped within herself screaming and that no one could hear her. What a horrible feeling, she thought. Even though she had friends and was sitting among so many people that passed her with a curious gaze, for she was now silently crying, she felt incredibly alone. She wondered if this feeling would be different if she was in a room all alone, for some reason, it didn't seem so.

Celty had stopped in her tracks while on her walk with Shizuo, they had been talking about their day and another famous topic, life. She felt like somewhere in the distance, she could hear someone crying…or was it screaming? She placed a hand over where her heart would be. What was this? Why was she suddenly so sad and…afraid?

"What's with you?" Shizuo asked, adjusting his weight so that he stood lopsided against the fence. Suddenly, Celty darted towards her bike and was gone in merely seconds. She didn't know where she was going, but she continued to follow the faint echoes. Shizuo watched her go with a confused look, he grunted and continued on his walk.

Seira was walking in a quiet neighborhood, the back of her hands were a little wet from the tears she quickly whipped from her cheeks when she realized that she had been sobbing hopelessly. What the fuck was going on, she thought bitterly. She could see a figure a few feet away from her, it was a woman with the same color hair as her, it was in knots and out of place, framing her frail, bony face that held bruises and scratches. The eyes looked soulless, bearing nothing but a lost, sadden look. She saw a faint light when the woman gazed upon her, her eyes widen, giving her a crazed look. All the while, she felt fear when she looked upon this woman who became familiar within seconds.

"My Seira…my little girl…" the woman trembled out pathetically. A shaking hand rose towards her. "I've been looking for you for so long… Come home…Mommy misses you so much…"

"…Mom…what are you doing here?" Seira whispered, not noticing that the tears were back and flowing stronger than before.

Run.

Run.

MOVE.