Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara or any of its characters. I own only a plot and OCs. Their and reader's characters are based on true people whose work and a part of their past aren't compared to the originals.
Prologue
A woman and a man, both of them in age around twenty, were walking down the main street of Ikebukuro.
Her hair were ((h/c)) and long, ((e/c)) eyes shined with curiosity and excitement. His hair were black and short, eyes dark and wary. His dark olive skin, contrasted with her lighter, as well as their height made difference - she was much shorter. But then again. He was almost two metres tall and well-built.
There were similarities between them though, showing they had some blood connection, - like their features.
Siblings. A good observer would deduce that by looking at them for a longer while.
Why did they come to Ikebukuro..? Were they tourists or maybe they wanted to live here..?
They passed by the informant, the woman talking something very quickly in French, her voice pitched high from excitement, the man responding with few words in the same language, his voice calm and low, cautious.
A pair of sepia eyes followed the surely interesting couple. It was certain, the man feared something, and on the other hand, the woman acted like they were on some sort of vacation, with nothing to worry about.
There was something though, that forced the informant to follow the two. Something just wasn't right about them.
Few minutes passed as the couple reached Russian Sushi and their peaceful walk was interrupted by Simon, who recommended the bar to them.
The woman sent the large man a sweet smile.
"Pardon, Вы говорите по-русски..? [do you speak Russian..?]" she asked and after receiving confirming response, she asked how to reach one of the streets of Ikebukuro.
While she was given the advices, her brother's eyes scanned the surroundings and it was her voice which made him stop the action.
"Tu as faim..? [Are you hungry..?]"
The man mumbled something and the woman clasped her hands, looking at Simon. "С удовольствием! [with pleasure!]" she said and the Russian, guided the two inside the bar, while the woman once again started her monologue in French.
Just when the doors started to close behind them, the ((h/c)) turned her head and locked her ((e/c)) gaze with sepia one. Suddenly, for a really short moment, her once cheerful eyes changed into cold and calculating, making the informant halt with surprise.
Now. That was interesting...
AN/I've just started writting this story and I posted the Prologue on my DeviantArt too (Id the same as here), but I know that there are some things, I shouldn't submit there... (If U know what I mean), so I decided to write it here instead.
If someone like it, then I'll surely write next Chapters (okay. I have first) but be patient in waiting for romance to occur, because I don't give a shit about love from first sight.
See ya~!