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DISCLAIMER - I DO NOT OWN DURARARA

"Good morning, Celty!" said Natasha cheerfully. "Here, let me take that," taking the plates with warm eggs and toast on them. Celty had recently taken to cooking, and while she couldn't eat anything, she enjoyed making food for people, the more the merrier. Although she was bit apprehensive about being without her helmet around Sophia. Natasha had however, spent a good half hour on trying to alleviate her fears.

"This is a child who has super strength and can make objects move with her mind. Are you implying that she might be afraid of anything supernatural?"

It was decided that Sophia would be introduced to Celty without the helmet at the breakfast table. Shinra was also on board with the idea, Celty's lack of head wasn't something to be hidden, but something to be embraced as her beauty.

At the table, Sophie's reaction was as Natasha predicted, it was acceptance. Perhaps it was because she herself wasn't normal. Or because she had found someone else who had an element of supernaturality within herself, just like her, and felt a common sisterhood. Most of all it was because of her childish innocence, which enabled her to accept the abnormal with the normal.

What she was most fascinated with, was the smoke. Natasha struggled to feed her an omelette, since the child couldn't sit still and wanted to touch the smoke, see if it were real. Ultimately she gave up, and Celty picked up Sophie and took her to the living room where she made all sorts of shapes for her with the shadows. Sophie had found a new playmate, and Celty was more than happy to engage.

It was after Natasha had finished her meal and was preparing to go into the guest room to pack her things that Sophie dropped the bomb.

"Mama! Did you know? Shinra-san's friend came home yesterday! He was badly hurt!"

"Really?" said Natasha carefully, as she remembered that Shinra worked as an underground doctor and had some shady patients. But he never went as far as to introduce them as friends.

Shinra and Celty froze. This was the moment they hoped would never come. Celty was a bit worried about Sophie remembering the events that transpired last night, but Shinra convinced her that children have a very small memory span, and they hardly remember anything that happens at night.

"Yeah! This friend's name was Shizu-something."

Thud.

Natasha dropped the bag she was carrying. She looked at Shinra with wide eyes, and he was afraid she'd yell at him or something, about how he was irresponsible that he had introduced Sophie to Shizuo despite her asking him repeatedly not to do so.

Instead, panic gave way to worry and she said,"Shizuo was hurt? How? What happened? He isn't the kind to get hurt so easily, right? Shinra?"

"Um-umm it really wasn't anything serious Tasha-chan, just-"

He was shot. Typed Celty.

Natasha's eyes widened. Almost involuntarily her eyes filled with tears.

"Tasha-chan…"

Celty got the hint and decided to give the old high school acquaintances some space and picked up Sophie and took her into the living room.

Natasha sat down and choked back a sob. "How bad was it?"

"Ah, Tasha-chan. Shizuo-kun has an endurance level much higher than that of ordinary human. You of all people ought to know that." This information comforted Natasha, but only a little.

"He was shot by a bullet coated with a stimulant which heightens the sensation of pain, but that's fine for Shizuo. Tom-san brought him here - you remember him, don't you—and left soon. Shizuo was unconscious for a while, but he regained his senses soon after."

Relief flood through Natasha. "So he's fine. I'm glad."

Shinra chuckled. "This is Shizuo we're talking about. Nothing's gonna happen to him anytime soon."

"But he was here last night. And met Sophia." She said, her face becoming guarded. "How did he react?"

"You'd have to see it to believe it, Tasha-chan, but I think Shizuo-kun would make a good father," said Shinra, smiling. "He consoled Sophie when she felt bad about hurting my arm, and Sophie even quietened down when he held her!"

"Really." Said Natasha quietly, but did not elaborate further.

"Tasha-chan, I told Shizuo-kun that Sophie was my niece from Ireland, and that my brother had left her here for a while," explained Shinra. "So he doesn't know about you being here. But I do think Shizuo has the right to know about his daughter, considering he got along so well with her. And I have to agree with Celty, Shizuo would make a good father. Not an ideal one, of course, but he would strive to provide the best for her. You know that as well, don't you?"

There was silence for a while, as Natasha pondered over his words. As she opened her mouth to speak, Shinra interrupted.

"I'm not sure what exactly happened between you and Shizuo, since neither he nor you is comfortable talking about it. But please Tasha-chan, do give him another chance. Granted it would be a lifestyle change for both of you, but I think it's a chance that you should take. Shizuo would love you as his wife, and Sophie as his daughter. I can guarantee this."

"I believe you, Shinra," said Natasha, and with a deep breath, continued, "I'd like to give a life with Shizuo a chance too, but not now. There's a lot going on now. And considering the gun-shot last night," she looked straight into Shinra's eyes," It's going to get bigger. My guess is that they know we're here. And want to find us. So they targeted Shizuo. They will not get away with this," Natasha stood abruptly and walked out of the room, determined to fix this mess for once and for all.

Once it was over, then maybe, maybe, she would think of introducing Shizuo to his daughter. But not now. She had to keep her beloved and her daughter safe. If Shizuo got to know the truth about Shinra's 'extended family' he would raise hell in Ikebukuro, making him an even easier target. No, it's best this way.

As Shinra saw her walk out, with the long-lost fire flame alight in her eyes, her red hair flaming behind her, he remembered just how much havoc Natasha Ascott could, and would create to protect the ones she loved.

But just as a safety precaution, he wrote down Natasha's new address on a piece of paper, intending to give it Shizuo later. He'd say it was his brother's new place. Of course Shizuo wouldn't go, as according to social etiquette it would be weird, but it would give Shinra a peace of mind that when worst comes to worst, Shizuo would know where they lived.

After all, there was only one person in Ikebukuro more frightening than an angry Shizuo Heiwajima – an angrier Natasha Ascott.

"Thank you so much for everything," said Natasha to Celty, as the latter had not only carried the luggage to their new place, but also lifted it seven flights of stairs to their new apartment. Natasha kept trying to help, but Celty would brush her off, saying that it really was no big deal, and she never did get tired.

Once they reached the apartment, Celty got a job request and had to leave, but not before hugging Sophie and giving Natasha her personal number, telling her to call if anything happens.

Natasha and Sophie bid her farewell and got down to work – organizing the place.

As Natasha had promised Sophie earlier, the apartment was bigger than the one in Dublin, and had more space for toys. There were a few cupboards from the earlier tenant, and mother and daughter spent the afternoon levitating the cupboards and placing it in all sorts of places around the house. Well Natasha did, Sophie tried to keep up with her mother but got tired after a while – her mother's telekinetic abilities were really something. She remembered once her mother had levitated a moving car with no effort because it was going to run over her friend as they were crossing the road. They had to leave town because of it, but it was pretty cool.

Shizuo was confused, to say the least. Yesterday someone had targeted him with a gun, and had shot him a with a pain stimulant, not aiming to kill, but just cause pain. Shinra's cousin, someone whom he'd never even heard of, dropped in without warning and left his daughter with him. The next day, he'd supposedly picked her up and gone to live in another apartment.

And Shinra had given him the name of the apartment, and its address. Why? What purpose did it serve, he contemplated, as he sat in the park eating the cake he had gotten earlier for Shinra's niece. He'd called Tom earlier, thanking him for his help yesterday, which Tom had brushed off, saying that he should take the next two days off to recover, and would hear no complaints.

It wasn't that Shizuo loved his job, it was more of the fact that he didn't have anybody to spend his days off with. His job gave him something productive to do, while his holidays were mostly spent at home, lounging about. If he were outside and saw the flea, he'd chase him around for a while, but that's it.

He'd gone to Russia Sushi after, and thanked Simon. He asked the Russian what he'd seen at the moment he'd been shot, and he told him the same thing: woman on top of the building who shot him, ran away. But apparently she had gotten into a helicopter and flown away, which was why Simon hadn't gone after her.

What a strange two days it had been. And a gut feeling told him that things were going to get even stranger. And surprisingly, his gut feeling also told him that the flea was not behind it, which was what made it a little scary.

Getting shot was no big deal. It had happened before. He could handle anything the flea could throw at him. Izaya was capable of anything. Then why the fear?

A chilling breeze suddenly swept by him, and he shivered involuntarily, an out-of-character trait for him. Then he remembered where he had felt this chill before.

He'd felt it for the first time five years ago, when his gut feeling told him he shouldn't leave home, since Natasha had the flu, and was throwing up a lot.

Go to work, she had said. Somebody has to pay the rent of the apartment we're sharing, right? I'll be fine, it's just the flu, she'd smiled weakly.

After a great deal of persuasion on her side and hesitation on his side, he had left for his job at the bar, with Natasha promising to eat the sushi he had brought home for her, from the then newly opened Russia Sushi.

It's a nice place, I'll take you there someday, he'd said.

That was when he felt the chill, his gut feeling telling him not to go, but he went anyway.

He came home later that night to a house ravaged by a tornado, and devoid of human presence.

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