Hello again! I told you the chapters get longer Things will get awesome, I hope you will all think so too. The first chapter was really short so I am glad that this chapter is longer and more, hmm, explanatory? I am not sure what to call it. But the story explains more of Cecile's past in the next chapter* Well...Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara! I own Cecile.
"I'm Cecile... And..you?" I couldn't bring myself to say my sir name. I had spent many years trying to erase the old "me", and some boy who I had just formed a deal with wasn't going to change that.
I faked a smile, knowing it looked absolutely impudent. "I'm Izaya; Izaya Orihara." He had a cynical sort of stare. As doubtful of something I was un-aware of. I knew he was indicating that I forgot to mention my last name, in the form of which he said, "Orihara," But I couldn't tell a stranger my life story. Not like I wanted to talk about it anyways.
He laughed, "What's with that smile? You trying to make me laugh?" I sighed, feeling a bit agitated at my failure. I wanted to impress Izaya, but I wasn't quite sure how one would do so. He changed the subject, looking a bit sullen that he was (sort of) being ignored by me.
I wasn't trying to ignore him, I just had no words,"Anyways, Why don't we head to my apartment, Cecile "with no sir name." Haha!" I had figured something out about my roommate: He consistently cracked jokes. Nor were they that great.
He gestured me forward, and so I followed. I found it very average that he had an apartment. Sure, he looked successful and all, but a large percent of human beings live in apartments, they're cheaper. It's easier. But it was actually a good thing. I really hated houses. It all brings back memories. Izaya laughed randomly and swung his arms around. I just stood there staring awkwardly. I'd have called him a fool, but that might've offended him. I mean; we're not very close, so if I said something, he might not take it so lightly as a joke, as he knows jokes but I'm not so sure. Oh great. Now he's the kind of guy who can't take a joke. Wait, What am I ranting about? I don't even know him yet! Ack.. I think I'd better get to know him before judging him like an idiot.
He stopped and glared at me. In an evil kind of way. Or so it seemed to me. He was trying to cheer me up, "Ahaha. Not happy today, are we?" I was bemused. He just waited for some sort of answer, while I was searching for one. "Cranky. And when I just agreed to your deal." I snapped back, "I'm not cranky,I'm just thinking." He gave me the look. It's that, you know, weird look people give you that makes you feel awkward, the eyes that glare into your soul (Cecile is over-dramatic)I looked at him, and looked away in the next second, noticing my face was beat red. I was trying to hide my face, knowing I looked more embarassed than anything.
I wasn't really embarrassed, just his glare was making me feel uncomfortable, "Stop that. It's awkward.." I said, looking every direction, my eyes wandering back and forth and to him at times.
He laughed and my eyes abruptly stopped on him, "Wow! The company who put you up to this must've known you really didn't like me." I glared back at him, a bit confused.
"I never had any company "force" me to do would make you think something like that?" He chuckled at my glare. Did I look suspicious?
I felt like I wasn't in control at all," Who makes a deal with no conditions? It's a bit obvious."
"It's nothing like that.. I just. I don't even know who I am any more. I erased my past. It's gone. All gone."
