Hello! Here's the last one for a little while, But it's getting exciting! I hope you're enjoying my fanfiction!
Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara! I only own Cecile.
I could hear Izaya saying my name, over and over again. I wanted to tell him to shut up, but I couldn't find the strength to. Maybe I really was in pain. But I couldn't feel it. I tried my hardest to open my eyes, so I could at least understand what was happening. All I could feel was the warmth of Izaya's hands around me.
"Um...Kida...What should we do..?" This boy wasn't "Kida," So he must have been Mikado. He sounded very anxious. I wished I could say not to worry. I hated worry. I didn't want anyone worrying about me because I did not deserve such. My eyelids opened half way, and I weakly stared at Izaya; I attempted to turn my head to look at this Kida and Mikado But I couldn't. And it drived me absolutely insane. I wanted to speak but I couldn't say a simple sentence.
"Iza...ya..." My voice came out as a whisper, although I hadn't meant it to be.
Izaya smiled gently, "Hn? It's all right. You don't have to talk." I looked straight ahead, watching cars and people pass by. I once again had a blank stare. I didn't feel anything at all. I was just an empty shell who somehow got the ability to speak.
Suddenly, A blonde haired boy stuck his face in front of me. "Oiii! I'm sorry." His japanese was improper. I had never heard someone say, "Oi." But I was rambling on about something that really didn't matter to me. I guessed this boy was Kida, seeing he apologized. He gave a huge smile. I couldn't say a full word so I didn't bother speaking at all. I just stared at him.
The other boy, Mikado, pulled Kida over, scolding him. "Kida, You're being more of a bother being in her face!"
Izaya ignored the two and helped me to my feet. "We should go home. You need some rest. Does your head still hurt?" I lied. I told him I was okay. I never said anything else. I hated worry. I hated worrying. I didn't want sympathy.
Kida jumped back, waving at me. "Bye-bye! I hope to see you again, cute girl!" We hadn't even walked off yet and he was already saying farewell. This Kida guy was irritating in a way. But also silly. I got back up on my feet and started walking. I managed to sort of wave at Kida and Mikado. But I wasn't sure if I could talk, or what I would actually say. Just then, out of nowhere, a vending machine flew our way. It landed right beside Izaya. I was wondering how a vending machine could fly. Not like anyone threw it anyways. Not possible, I thought.
"IZAAAAAYA-KUUUUN." A voice shouted at Izaya, and I looked at him, to notice he was staring straight ahead, smiling, but hiding a bit of worry.
Izaya only quickly glanced at me. Mikado and Kida had removed themselves from the situation already."Cecile, I think now would be a good time for you to go. This guy will throw anything at anyone. In fact, that vending machine, equals: Him." Mikado and Kida had removed themselves from the situation already. I looked forward, only to notice someone in a bartender outfit. My eyes widened, as I noticed this bartender man resembled my brother.
