Hi again! I don't have much to say, except this chapter is explaining Cecile's past, so its a bit of a sad chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara! I just own Cecile. Who, just to make this clear, I know Shizuo Heiwajima has a brother, Kasuka, but in this story, I guess.. Cecile is subbed for Kasuka. ; v ;

I understand." He looked me seriously in the eyes and spoke calmly.

"You do? But, you don't even know me." I said, a little bluntly.
"Maybe not, but sometimes I can see the truth through the mask that hides it." Izaya walked towards me, and put his hands on my shoulders,"You know, you
can trust me." I turned a reddish color.

He had that, "come on, tell me tell me." look on his face. "Okay,okay. I'll trust you. I mean, we are roomies now after all..."
He sat down, legs crossed, looking very interested, "Well.. My parents were murdered. When I was young. I had no idea who or how they did it, but they did. They killed them. I still don't understand. I still don't know."

I paused, waiting for him to add something in, but he was intent on listening. He was actually someone who listened when he was curious. He understands women, I think, "Then... Me and my brother got adopted after a while. But people took us for our beauty. Elegant, beautiful children is what everyone had mentioned. I didn't believe such things. They treated us like birds in cages, but when they had visitors, they would bring us down and brag about their love for us. They would fake it, giving us kisses and hugs, and letting us sit in their laps. Sometimes I think my brother anticipated visitors so he could feel loved once again. But I, on the other hand, I was empty. I didn't have any emotions to show. We weren't even allowed to cry in front of those ugly, disgusting, heartless people. All they did was lie and lie." I paused, noticing him taking a breath, as to speak."Those kind of people. Huh. Humans, there are good ones and bad ones." I guessed he knew what those people were like. Disgusting inhuman creatures. I continued. "One day.. My brother and I. We got sick of them. I began losing everything, I couldn't feel much any more, from the day my parents died. I was devastated. I closed my heart up to everything,And my brother was the only thing that kept my heart beating any more. He pulled me and we ran far away. From those disgusting people. From all the lies. I wanted to jump off the face of the earth. I was fed up. We settled in Ikebukuro. And we grew up, after a couple years, my brother sort of lost it, I guess you could say... He frolicked away? I'm not sure. He was hurt. I could see it in his eyes. He looked at the emptiness in me, He saw that I was barely a human. I was merely a shell. He was hurt, even though he loved me dearly. He ran off, because he was hurting so. I never saw himagain. I think he's still in Ikebukuro, but it's been so long... I could never recognize him. He probably looks so different, and also, I haven't really, explored Ikebukuro. I pretty much locked myself up in a closet and sat there for 5 years."

I looked into his eyes, "And then.. This brings us to today. This is where my story ends... or begins?"
He smiled a calm, sweet smile, "Yeah. That was quite the story. Anyways, What's you brother's name? I...Well.. I might know him. I know a lot of people. Even though I might've ran into them out of Ikebukuro."

"My brothers name was Shizuo. But, it's been so long. You have probably never even seen him before."

"Shizuo?" I saw some shock in his eyes,At least I think that was what it was. but his face was solid as a rock. "I don't think I know him. I know a Shizuo, but I'm certain it's not him. Sorry. But I'll look, okay?" He rested his hand on my shoulders, giving me a small hug. "I promise. You believe me, right?" My face was blank, with no expression, but I think I did believe him. I felt like I could possibly trust him. If I could trust anyone, it would most likely be him.I tried to say something, but I could only manage two words.

"I do."