Hey all... I haven't updated since 2012, seriously :$ I have 1 more chapter that I'm writing after this one that will *hopefully* entertain you guys until I can update again. Don't worry, I'm coming up with ideas! Okay, so this chapter is in Izaya Orihara's Point of view. Just to clear that up, so you're not confused. Enjoy(:
Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara! If I did I'd be the happiest person ever xD . I only own my original characters.
I hated Shizuo. Right then and there, I hated him more than I ever had. The asshole leaves his own little siser, and then once they're 'reunited', he doesn't even know who the fuck she is? And he calls me the bastard. I would never do that to someone close to me, someone who cares about me, or at least - Someone who used to care about me. Really...But I still think she cares about him, the way her eyes light up when she talks abut him, like I never knew who it was. It kind of disgusted me hearing her talk so positively about Shizuo. I only said I didn't know who it was, because I couldn't find the courage to man up and believe it. I didn't want it to be true, I hated him, the girl that means a lot to me couldn't be related to him, I wanted her all to myself. I may be a trickster and act like I never give a damn, but for the first time, I did. For some reason, I seem to give a damn about Cecile - And I really don't understand how some random chick off the street who came to be my roommate...I don't understand why she changed me so drastically. Sure, I can troll other people, but around her I joke - Not troll to get under her skin, because it makes me happy, to see her smile, her laugh. I've never seen a girl this beautiful. There's no way I like her like that though, that would just ruin my damn reputation, give Shizuo all more reason to make a fool out of me. To like someone related to him? That's crazy even for me, And I mean 'crazy crazy' kind of crazy. So many thoughts had been rushing through my head, I'd forgotten what was happening.
I jolted up, watching Cecile's tears slide down her cheek as she looked back at me, her face looking broken and sad, "Nononononononono, this isn't supposed to happen...Cecile, let's just go, Shizuo's not worth your time." She wasn't focusing on me.
Another tear slid down her cheek and she turned back to Shizuo, looking startled at the sound of his voice, "You fucking flea! Izaya, you love to see people suffer, don't you? You must fucking enjoy watching this little act, you bastard." My blood boiled. I tried not to show it, but in the corner of my eyes, I could see that Cecile was paying attention, as Shizuo just sat there fiddling with the cigarette in his hand. He directly turned all the attention of his stupid ass problem on me, as if I had set this whole thing up? If only he knew I had no idea this was going to happen today.
I knew it was going to happen someday, but I was just praying it wouldn't be today, "Oh Shizzy-chan, please don't flatter me with that silly nickname; As it's overused now." I felt like I was going to explode, and by the way Cecile was staring at me, I could tell she noticed the anger through my ice cold stare. I wanted to run to her, to hold her in my arms and wipe away the tears, to let her know that everything was going to be okay. But then again...Well, you know.
"It's not right. You see, it's not that I like to see people suffer, it's just that I love humans so, I like 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. It seems, the real bastard is the one standing in front of me Shizzy-chan; and if you really are her brother, then you're worse then me cloned times ten. And that's beyond awful." I smirked and laughed at him, teasingly to piss him off. I felt like if you touched me, I would turn to stone; it felt as if my stare itself could kill, it would was cold and un-welcoming.
Shizuo tch'd at me and threw his cigarette on the ground, stomping on it harshly,"I can honestly say I'm not, flea. There's logical reasoning for everything, and I have my own, so just fuck off flea!"
I wiggled my eyebrows, trying to get on his last nerves, "Hm? Is that so? ..Well then, be my guest. Tell your little sis your reason." I watched as Shizuo's face went sickly pale, and Cecile let out a small wimper, tears bursting out of her eyes and flowing down her cheeks. Shizuo looked like he'd got some Russian sushi stuck in his throat; and was choking on it. Shizuo stared Cecile down and when she looked in his direction, he turned away - trying to avoid her eyes.
He's too lame, "Do you even have a reason?" Shizuo stared at me, the word 'yes' barely choking out as a whisper. "Sorry, what was that? Didn't quite catch that."
I teased, knowing it would piss him off, "I said yes, fucking flea!"
Shizuo wouldn't look at me, or Cecile. He was trying to hide the fact that he had an emotion other than being pissed off and throwing vending machines and large objects. I saw the pain in Cecile's eyes, as she begged for acceptance, anything from him, but he wouldn't even acknowledge her existence in that moment. I lost it right there. How could you ignore your own sister when she was in so much pain? Over a worthless piece of shit like him too!
I flipped out a knife, and Shizuo's eyes flickered to my hand as he grabbed the stop sign, getting ready to come at me. He rushed at me, flinging his stop sign all around, throwing his fists as I dodged his near hits to my face. So much was happening, I felt my heart rate go up; my heart was pounding so fast and the blood was rushing to my head, drowning out every sound, except my heavy breathing and steady heart beat. I got such a rush fighting Shizuo, and the fact that I really was pissed off made it more intense then it usually was. I laughed, dodging everything, but I felt a bit slower than usual, too. In the corner of my eyes, I saw what I thought was Cecile curled up in a ball crying, but Shizuo was giving me no openings to see what was all going on. All of the sudden, just as I was feeling a bit dizzy and restless, Shizuo stopped. I heard screaming and crying; Shizuo was staring wide-eyed, pale-faced at Cecile as she screamed, "Stop," through sobs.
Shizuo then tch'd, still staring at Cecile, as she looked up - Her eyes were red and puffy, "Izaya, I'm done playing around with you."
I giggled; playing around with him? How pathetic. I wasn't playing around, "And I'm bored with you. See you, bastard bartender Shizzy-chan." Shizuo's eyes flamed with anger, he was clearly pissed off, as I watched him with a smirk on my face. My smile dissapeared almost immediately when Shizuo turned around and mouthed something to Cecile, as she just stared up wide-eyed at him. He then popped a cigarette in his mouth and stalked off.
I gently grabbed Cecile's arm, "Let's go home. I know your head still hurts from falling before, and Shizuo's an asshole. It's been a long day, I'm sorry." She just looked up at me and wiped the tears from her eyes. I grinned, knowing the perfect, 'lame joke she thinks is stupid but can't help but laugh at how retarded it sounds,' joke.
"C'mon now, stop crying. You'll drown in those tears."
She let out a cute giggle. Score! My plan worked.
I threw my arm around her waist, holding her close as an excuse of comfort, when I secretly wanted to just hold her close. I saw her cheeks redden on her small pale face, "Plus, I hate seeing you like this. You're too cute to be making me sad, Cecile-chaaaaan." I figured hey, I could get another laugh out of her too. I was wrong, but I saw a small smile creep on her face. I grabbed her shopping bags, and we headed back to my apartment. We were both very silent almost the whole way back. You see, my apartment was two blocks away from where we ran into the bastard.
I stared at her in concern the way back, I felt regretful of going shopping today, "Don't look at me with that look on your face." She mumbled looking away from me, still a blank broken stare in her eyes.
I was surprised at her soft voice, and what she said too. I stopped and stared at her, "Sorry. I was worried because it seemed like your tongue was ripped out. You haven't spoken." Wow, that was lame of me.
She sighed, "I just want to go home."
I smiled sincerely at her, "Our home? Or.." and just as I was about to say something, she cut me off;
"Our home of course. There's nowhere else for me. Where else would it be?" She sounded a little anxious.
I giggled, "You make it sound like we're married or something!" I pulled her closer and I got a face full of her hair. It smelt so nice, like strawberries mixed with vanilla or something.
She blushed hard, but she didn't try to move away from me at all, "N-no way! That's really silly, Izaya."
I laughed, thinking about how cute it was to see her embarrassed like that, how delicious, "Yeah; it's silly. But not crazy, right?"
Her face went red like a tomato, "You tease. Stop fooling around, I'm not really in the mood..." She sighed and looked down at the ground.
I could tell she wasn't impressed anymore so I left her to think things through, "Sorry," I mumbled.
Time went by incredibly slow.
