Hello again! This one is a bit longer than my last chapter, and even better, there's a new character. One of my OCS, but, official durarara characters are soon to come. I'm slowly building up the action, I guess you could say, but I'm not sure.. Hehe. ; o ; But yeaaah, this new oc is so sad. WHY DO I MAKE THESE CHARACTERS HAVE SUCH TRAGIC PASTS AKDSFLGDLSHKDLF IM SO MEAN OMG AJDFJKFDL A ;;;

Disclaimers: I don't own drrr, but I do own Cecile, and someone else, who I shall call, '?' for now.

I jolted up quickly and began pacing back and forth in the middle of Izaya's living room. I kept wiping my eyes but tears escaped ever so quickly. I had such a silent cry. No noise, even when my mouth was wide open, quivering.
I walked around his apartment once more, knocking on every door, calling his name.

I knocked on his bedroom door; I thought, 'Maybe he's just sleeping in here and won't wake up. Yeah that's it.' I opened the door, but there was no one in there. Just empty spaces with nothing to fill it's place-It felt too empty.
I decided to look through the hallway outside of the apartment and near the apartment building, asking unfamiliar faces if they had seen him near here, as I attempted to piece together his appearance to confused faces.

I hadn't even got the slightest hint as to where he was. I took the elevator back to Izaya's apartment, throwing on a coat to keep me cozy; It was quite cold out, but not 'freeze-your-butt-off' cold. I decided I would look for him. It was the only thing I really could do, I thought.
I walked, watching my breath rise above me like smoke. It must've been colder than I had thought, because now my legs were shaking and my breathing was heavy.

I finally stumbled on some Russian sushi restaurant where a guy named Simon advertises, telling by-passers to stop in and enjoy some Russian sushi. He was a very big guy; Strong, just like my brother, I've heard. He was a giant in my eyes, and I must've looked like an ant in his.

I stopped in front of him.
He looked down at me; Yup. I was small, and I figured he was going to say something along the lines of, 'Shouldn't you be with your mommy?' or, 'Little girl, come buy sushi!' There's alot of rude people who would say something like that.

But he didn't. instead he said something that made my chest hurt.

"Come buy sushi! Sushi is good!"

He looked at me in surprise, "You look like Shizuo!" A

nd he chuckled away, "Oh no, but it's not Shizuo- It just looks like him!"
I started shaking again, but all I could do was stare at him, feeling like the tears would burst out at any moment.

I turned around and walked away, listening to him shout, "Oh! Come again please! Sushi is delicious!" and he began encouraging strangers to buy sushi again.

I walked over to a water fountain in a town square near the sushi restaurant and stared, noticing penny's lying at the bottom. And there were a lot in there too. I wondered why someone would throw their money in a fountain, wouldn't someone just take it?
A boy beside me, looked about high-school age, beautiful brown hair, ocean blue eyes, smiled, "It's good luck. They say if you throw a penny in a fountain and make a wish, it'll come true." He spoke up, interrupting my thoughts,

I stared at him, he had a very sweet, sincere smile, "Wish?"

He walked closer to me and stopped beside me, "Yup. Would you like to try? One penny isn't going to kill me. Go ahead." I held out my hands and he put a penny in my right hand. I stared at it for a while, then threw it in the fountain, almost falling in. I wished for only one thing.

I whispered, "Shizuo."

He looked at me, a hint of obvious shock on his face, "You wouldn't happen to mean Heiwajima?"

I stared at the penny in the water fountain, "Yes."

He questioned me once more, and it was beginning to become annoying, "But why wish for a person? Do you have a crush on him?"

"I wish for him because I want him to accept me. He's my brother. I do not have a 'crush' on him."

His eyes widened, "You're really Shizuo Heiwajima's sister?"

I guessed it must've been a big deal, being the sister of the strongest man in Ikebukuro.
"Are you strong like him?"

I felt tears flow down my face. "Maybe physically, but not emotionally."

I said, hoping I wasn't unclear through my sobs.
"He doesn't talk to me anymore. The first time I saw him was a few days ago, and that was the first time in years. He barely even remembered me."

Tears were clouding my sight now and I sunk to my knees, cupping my hands over my face.

"My parents died on my birthday - Both. Maybe it was for the best, I don't know; They always beat me. I have scars if you'd be interested. I know I shouldn't be sharing my life story..."

I looked over, wiping my puffy eyes as he lifted up his shirt, exposing painful looking whip scars and marks that look as if someone beat him so hard that he had scars from their knuckles hitting his flesh, on the sides of his stomach and front.

"I'm sorry that happened to you."

He smiled another big smile, "Hey, no worries -" He ruffled my hair and continued, "I rudely invaded your privacy so it's the least that I can do for you. Friends?"

He grabbed my hand and helped me up off the ground.

I smiled back at him, feeling slightly better,
"Friends."