Hello again ; v ; I've been REAAAAALLY inactive. So I apologize that I haven't uploaded chapter 10. I really suck hahaha. This is where the language gets kind of, mature rating. E'erybody is swearing up in e'rrrrrr. Enjoy! And I love reviews 3
Disclaimer: I hate writing this, but I really don't own Durarara! Just my OC Cecile.
Several minutes passed as Shizuo and I stared at eachother, my face hot with tears and Izaya's arms on my shoulders. Why did something so small make me sting so? Izaya jumped up, breaking the silence. "Nononononono, This isn't supposed to happen. Cecile, Let's just go, Shizuo's not worth your time." I couldn't find myself focusing on what he was saying to me, my eyes were filled with tears, but through my blurry vision, they were fixed on Shizuo. My brother Shizuo.
"You fucking flea! Izaya, you love to see people suffer, don't you? You must fucking enjoy watching this little act, you bastard." His voice sounded angry and his words came out harsh. The sound of it had startled me when I had first heard it there.
I glanced over at Izaya only to see anger on his face; and this time he wasn't hiding it behind his wide grin. "Oh Shizzy-chan, please don't flatter me with that silly nickname; As it's overused now." He had an ice solid stare, but I could see the anger just exploding out of him. He'd never let anyone make him angry, not like this.
"It's not right. It's not that I like to see people suffer, I just love humans so, and love to mess with them. Cecile, on the other hand, is much different. And if you ever made her cry again, I would kill you. In a split second. You see, the real bastard is the one standing in front of me, Shizzy-chan. If you really are her brother, then you're an even worse person then me cloned times ten. And that's awful." He let out a smirk and laughed at Shizuo. He was probably hiding it, but to me he had seemed so serious, almost like I could see through his little acts. It scared me a little, for someone like Izaya; someone who constantly cracked jokes and acted as if life was a big joke letting someone see through him so easily. Shizuo was playing with his emotions like a puppet on a string, and that never happened, not ever. He had never looked so vunerable ever in his life. But why was he even sticking up for me anyways? What was there to it? He's so strange. Shizuo tch'd and threw his smoke on the ground, stomping on it hard.
"I can honestly I'm not, flea. There's logical reasoning for everything, and I have mine, so just fuck off flea!"
Izaya wiggled his eyebrows, trying to piss Shizuo off, "Hm? Is that so? ...Well then, be my guest. Tell your little sis your reason." Shizuo's face turned pale, and hot tears welled out of my eyes, yet again. Shizuo looked unable to speak; Maybe there was no reason, maybe I just really sucked. I wanted to speak up so bad, but the words wouldn't come out of my mouth, all that came out were cries. Shizuo stared at me hard and then looked the other direction, trying to avoid my eyes.
Izaya just laughed in his face, "Do you even have a reason?"
Shizuo stared hard, the word, "yes" escaping his mouth barely even a whisper.
Izaya was yet again being a big ass troll, "Sorry, what was that? Didn't quite catch that."
Shizuo snapped. "I said yes, fucking flea!" I noticed Shizuo hiding his eyes, from me, and also from Izaya. He was masking his feelings, like everybody else in this stupid world did. It's not that I don't show them, it was that I didn't have them. "Feelings." It annoyed me to a very depth that I could not understand anyone's feelings. But it didn't matter what I did or said, because it always seemed to amount to nothing. Izaya flipped a knife out, and Shizuo's eyes flashed back, as he picked up his stop sign. I had a feeling they were somewhat going to start another parkour fight again. I wanted to scream at them. Izaya and Shizuo ran at eachother at a fast speed, but it all seemed to be going so slow. Time was slowing for me. I had to stop them. I just had to.
The word "stop" escaped my lips, but it was useless. No sound came out. I was muted. I felt hot tears flowing down my cheeks, and I started to bawl again. It was all so strange; I felt so useless, even when I knew I was, but it stung like a bee. It hurt. I put my head between my legs and curled up into a ball and cried and cried.
"Please. Please STOP!"
I was screaming and screaming, but what was the use?
