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DISCLAIMER- I do NOT own Durarara, Shizuo, Tom, Izaya, or any character in Durarara!
Chapter Two
My friend and I trade glances, as we sigh. The guards guide us towards a car, being told that it will drive us to the apartments in which we will live for the time until things have 'settled down'. We drive in silence, well mostly silence. Richards music is blaring through his headphones, and some part of me hope's he does go deaf. But everything seems to stop as a mail box crashes down on the hood of our car.
Any rational person would have unbuckled themselves, gotten out of the car and run as fast as their legs could carry them. In that moment, I was not the most rational person.. And Richard would back me up on that fact. I scrambled to unbuckle my seatbelt, jumping out of my seat with my heels clicking along the asphalt below. The concerned and angry voice of my companion was ignored, as I quickly ran through the streets. People must have thought I was insane or something.. But from what I saw, some others were eager to watch as well. A rough voice rang through the frightened shouts, screaming a single name.
"IZAYA!"
Izaya. Who was Izaya and what had they done to really piss who ever this person was, off? Maybe I was being kind of an idiot. Don't tell Richard. Pushing my way through the crowds and cars, I finally found the source of the chaos. A tall blonde man stood, a cancer stick in his mouth, still smoking. Brown irises were cold and hard, colder than ice…almost as cold as liquid nitrogen. The expression on his features was terrifying to most, a look of complete rage. Opposing him was a happy male, fairly similar in height to the other. His shaggy onyx hair hung over his eyes, with brownish-crimson orbs watching with almost childish glee. They had a stare-down for just only a few seconds, before the blonde grabbed a light pole nearby.
"What did I tell you… About being in Ikebukuro?!" Growled the blonde.
"I was simply just enjoying a stroll, Shizu-chan~" The black-haired male cooed, rocking on his heels.
"Bullshit!" 'Shizu-chan' barked, as he ripped the light pole from its place in the cement.
My hazel eyes grew wide as I watched in awe, the male throwing the light towards the male. The jacket-clad male jumped out of the way, landing in front of me. He moved unnaturally quick, so I stumbled back in order not to get in the way. But sadly, my yelp caught his attention. Crimson-brown irises landed upon me, before a sly grin graced his features. There was this… glint in his eyes, one that sent a shiver down my spine. His hand quickly took my own, lifting it up to his lips. Warm lips pressed against my knuckles, giving it a gentle kiss.
"Ah.. Just who I was looking for. Welcome~" Purred the male, his hand tugging my frame towards his own.
I was frozen…speechless. What was I supposed to say? Who was this guy? And why is he so uncomfortably close? My thoughts were soon interrupted as his arms looped behind my back and under my knees. He jumped, stepping on the vending machine and bouncing himself up and onto a tree branch. My arms had found themselves wrapped around the males neck, clinging onto him. My frame was tense and stiff, frightened of being dropped. I suppose in that moment I was so caught up with my thoughts that I had not heard the voice shout out the name again.
"Izaya! You damn coward, put her down!"
A 'tsk tsk' sound came from the male who held me, who I assumed is Izaya. But his words made my blood run cold. "All I wanted was to introduce myself to Clara!~ Is that really a crime?"
Oh jegus how did this guy even know my name? Shizu-chan stepped forward before a familiar voice shouted through the silence of the anxious crowd around us.
"Yo! Put my friend down!" It growled, before the frame walked through the crowd. Richard appeared and walked up to the tree.
I think my dear companion really had a death-wish..it really seemed like it sometimes. But Izaya hummed before nodding, as if saying 'whatever you say.' His slender arms released me, but because of my state, mine didn't release him. There was almost a flash of surprise in his eyes as the weight shifted, the two of us falling down. The first thing I felt was my hips hit a hard substance, then my elbows. A groan escaped my lips as I opened my eyes, trying to process what had just happened. A scarlet went on my cheeks as I looked up, crimson irises meeting my own. A smirk placed itself on his lips. I quickly realized the position we were in.. My knee was between his legs, and his between mine. His arms were on either side of my head, and there was less than a few inches between our faces.
"You could have just asked if you wanted this position, Cla-"
Izaya was interrupted as a bench collided with his frame, sending him flying into a nearby building. I blinked and looked up, only to see Shizu-chan above me. Richard scrambled to get me up, and I obeyed. I was too amazed to argue, as he hurried me away and back towards the guards. Some of them were in what they referred to as civilian clothes, as they guided Richard and I towards the apartments. The entire time my mind was wandering with questions.
Why were they fighting? What was with Izaya? Wasn't chan only for females? Is all of Japan like this? Why did my cheeks heat up whe—Wait I know the answer to that one. Was Shizu-chan okay? Was Izaya okay? How did they not kill each other?! All of these questions and so many more ran through my mind as I was hidden behind guards. They rushed us through the stairwell and up to our apartments, shoving us inside. I couldn't hear what Richard was shouting towards me as he was placed into the apartment. Almost immediately I was surrounded by a new crowd, a crowd of designers and stylists…Nothing I hadn't seen before.
I felt my short hair being yanked and attacked with brushes. The male guards left as the stylists and designers began working. When I asked why this was all necessary, they giggled as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. One was respectful enough to inform me that it was so I would not be recognized. Those with any interests in politics would know who I was, and thus I would be in danger with the hell that was being raised in the politics around the world. For the rest of the time, they silenced me. Extensions were placed in, my hair dyed into a light blonde. Finally I was given relief as they discussed my wardrobe. They had to change how I appeared, so all of my ear-vines were out. The chatter went on as my hair was finally dried and placed into an up-and-down style.
Hours of coaching on make-up and clothing later, the nuisances left with proud expressions. Guards walked in with envelopes, and suitcases. They talked me through the new persona I would have to undertake. My name isn't Clara Lilith Witte, it's Clara Rena Strend. I am not twenty two, I'm seventeen and currently attend Raira Academy as a foreign exchange student. My family lives in Denmark, not America, and I have an older brother named Matthew. I work with a family friend at a club, and I'm actually allowed to show my experience with mixology and audio engineering. Thank gods.. I work there as a bar-maid, helping the official bartender mix drinks and distribute them; although it sounds like a waitress in my opinion.
Once they quizzed me on my alias and handed me everything I needed, they let me go. I had been locked up in my current prison for a couple hours. With a swift exit, I was left alone in the silent apartment. Silence embraced me as I went over the events of the day. My father was being threatened, my life was in danger, I was transferred to Japan for my own protection, Japan has a man who can rip light poles out of the ground and a flirtatious and crazy weirdo, I am no longer myself but a completely different person, and I will stay here for as long as my life is on the line… No big deal… Right? A small sigh escapes my lips as I look around. I admit that the apartment didn't look too bad, it did look like a teenager had been living there for a while.
Rummaging through my bag, I found my laptop and pulled it from its case. I logged in and started up my playlist, before setting it down. Hey, I'm not used to working in silence, okay? Walking around the apartment, I noted where everything was placed. One bed-room, One full bathroom, a fairly average sized kitchen for an apartment, and a living room. It was most definitely for one person, or at least a single couple. I admit it was pretty cozy. I returned to the bedroom, and opened up the closet. The first thing that I saw was my uniform, front and center. Removing it from its place, I scanned it over carefully. A white blouse, scarlet bow-tie, and a matching dull blue blazer and skirt. Why did I get this weird anime vibe? Well, stereotypes have to come from somewhere. I returned it to its proper place before going over my new wardrobe. Deciding to change into my new persona, I stripped down and replaced my crimson blouse and black slacks for a pair of jeans and a dull violet v-neck.
As I leave, I slip on my golden hoodie and grab my messenger bag. My laptop is shut and stuffed inside as I dash out the door. I'll check on Richard later, for now I want to look at this place I would have to call home for god-knows how long. The guards tried to tell me that there were gangs in the town, but honestly where I come from… gangs are just teenagers trying to be tough. But just in case, I always follow rule number nine, never go anywhere without a knife [1]. Trotting through the hallways and lobby, I move outside. Taking in a deep breath, I smell that familiar scent of rain. I love that scent.. and somehow it made me feel invincible. Upon my instinct of adventure, I walk about the streets as I soak in everything. I plug in my headphones and place them on my ears, playing my playlist on my phone as I wander about. This is just.. amazing. I have no other words to describe it! The buildings are beautiful and this place is lively. Maybe it's just something in the air but I just.. feel like maybe being here wouldn't be so bad. I must have been wandering about the city for longer than I thought, because the next thing I know, I'm getting a text message. I check the sender, who is identified as Rian Doe.. Also referred to as my security. They really are taking this a little bit too far. The message tells me where to meet my new body guard.
Using the map program on my phone, I follow the directions. I feel strange stares on me as I walk, and I soon train my ears to listen on those who murmuring to one another.
'Is she really one of the Yellow Scarves?'
'I can't believe she's even wearing that! And in public!'
'Let's get out of here… who knows how many are following!'
Yellow Scarves. The name rings in my ears as I walk along the streets. Who or what ever the Yellow Scarves are, they sure scare everyone. But I'm slightly confused. I'm not wearing a yellow scarf..I'm wearing a yellow jacket, but that's about it when it comes to yellow of any shade. My uneasy feeling increases as I walk past a pair of police officers, and I can just feel their stares burning into the back of my head as I pass. Something's off. But I need to focus on just meeting my new body-guard. For the second time today, I hear that familiar scream.
"IZAYA!"
I look up in attempt to find who owns it, and I see a familiar blonde in the park… and a flying mail box. Again. Well crap, it's coming at me…It's coming at me! I let out a yelp as I jump to the side. The metal scrapes against my arm as I pass, and I clutch my limb.
"Shizu-chan, you almost hit Clara-chan again!~"
That voice. Oh please please not again. Please not again! Izaya comes into my line of sight and lands a few meters in front of me. He gives me a wink as he darts past me, and I feel my cheeks heat up. I felt like I was having total déjà vu. Rubbing my arm, I walk towards the park to find the man I'm supposed to be meeting. But he seems to find me before I can find him. A hand touches my shoulder, and on instinct I grab for the blade in my pocket.
"Relax. You're Clara,right?" The owner of the hand steps into my line of sight, and hazel irises meet almost black orbs.
"Tom?" I question in response.
A small smile plays on the mans lips as he nods. This guy seemed more like a mafia boss than he does a body guard. "Then are you the body guard they sent me?"
"No, miss I'm not. My employee is." He smiled slightly before turning a few degrees. A whistle escapes his lips, before he calls out. "Shizuo! Get over here!"
People look over at the man who dared to order the man named Shizuo around, and I shuffled awkwardly. I really just want to go back to the apartment and work on my playlist, but apparently that's not socially acceptable even in Japan. Grumbling was the first thing I heard, before a rough voice spoke from behind me.
"What is it, Tom?"
"Shizuo, meet your new client. Miss, meet your new body guard, Shizuo Heiwajima."
Turning on my heel, I am met with the collar-bone of a male frame. Upon stepping back and moving my head up, I see something I hadn't imagined.
"…Shizu-chan?"