Hello my lovelies~ today I grace you all with another Fan fiction. My favorite character from Durarara, other than Izaya, is Namie Yagiri. Although she doesn't play an incredibly immense role, I always found her character and vague back story very interesting. Its 4:00 AM, so I really hope you guys like it, because it was kinda thrown together on a whim _ Well~ Buckle up and keep your arms in legs inside at all times. Enjoy~
Lonely. Could it have been described that way? Possibly. Her name was Yagiri Namie. Born into the Yagiri house, she was raised around science. Research and development were what dominated the Yagiri family. Often, Namie was left by herself in their considerably large home. But, she was okay with that. It wasn't until Seiji came along that she had something she vowed to protect with her life. Her little brother was everything to her. It didn't matter if she rarely saw her parents for longer than a few moments. So long as little Seiji was there, Namie was happy. As the Yagiri children grew, the eldest became more and more attached to the youngest; however the youngest becoming more and more detached from the eldest.
It was the moment the head of the dullahan Celty was exposed to Seiji that he'd begun ignoring her completely. Namie knew her brother had an intense fascination with the head, and the soft smile that was once saved just for him contorted into a bitter scowl whenever she looked at it herself. Izaya always scoffed and laughed every time she shared that story with him. It had been nine years since then. Her brother was whisked away from the city for good by Harima Mika. Namie found herself buried in work, whether it is old files from Yagiri Pharmaceuticals, or the work she'd receive from Izaya. The woman could not ignore the pangs of pain welling up in her chest from time to time. It was becoming more frequent, as though the pangs were trying to tell her something.
As painful as it was to watch her baby brother go, she could only wish that he was happy. The young woman was staring out of the large window in the office she shared with the infamous informant himself. The hues of orange and pink illuminated the sky, and shone their colors into the office. Izaya was gone, and Namie was by herself. To tell the truth, Namie would feel unbearably lonely at times. Not just because the only one she cared for did not return her odd "love", but because he didn't even care for her. He never called, and he'd stopped sending letters after the first two. In all her life, all 24 years, she had no one to rely on but herself; and the one she wanted to protect most and would to anything for, was gone.
The pink and orange hues faded into velvety violets and dark blues. Night had blanketed the sky, and the twinkling lights from the city were all that came through the window. The office was silent, except for the momentary sound of a thud, and a clatter.
Lonely. Could it have been described that way? Possibly. Her name was Yagiri Namie. Dead in the arms of what she was most blind to.
A hand adorned with two plain, silver rings, stroked the cold woman's cheek.
"No, Namie-chan…you were wrong."
I wanted to do a dark-ish fic, especially with Namie. If ya really look closely, she's the only one in the entire series that has no one. I happen to ship Izaya x Namie, so this was a subtle kind of thing with them. Well, I really hope you guys enjoyed this thrown together fic. The ride has ended, hope you enjoyed. _ Please review and let me know your thoughts.