A/N- Why, hello~ everyone! Yours truly is BACK! And just a warning to you all, this chapter will not be so… light hearted? Yeah, that's a good word. We learn more about Izaya's past in this chapter and we see Nakura again- in all his badassness! I also changed the format style. I hope you like it!
Warning ahead- Gore and traumatic past… But this is an important chapter, so don't miss out.
Disclaimer- I will never own Durarara! If I did… well I never will so I won't tell you.
So here we go~!
Chapter 5- Naku
Izaya swirled in his chair, texting a boy with the alias "Gakuen"; the red-brown eyed man decided to mix it up a bit and find boys with problems, as an experiment to see if girls and boys have the same problems. So far, it's the same, he concluded.
It was never like he would ACTUALLY kill them, or make them do suicide. Izaya just… helped make their decision. He pointed out the truth, and made them face those facts.
/Nakura-san, how could she do that to me? I did everything I could to show her my feelings, and now she's just making me hurt myself…/ the boy texted.
'What a rotten child. He doesn't even understand how precious his own body is…' A darker voice growled in the brunette's mind, making him have a thudding pain in his head.
"Shut…up…" Izaya said glad Namie wasn't here for the day; she had some business with her brother- how he knew that, Izaya still had no idea.
'Remember, I talked to her the other day? The wench is going to help her poorer little sibling to a city ceremony.' Izaya could see the prince cross his legs on the couch, bored golden-brown eyes looking out the window, admiring the people walking around on the pavement closely bunched; it almost looked like a big gray mess.
Izaya sighed as he moved his chair away from Nakura's reading (and glaring eyes) and heard the childish voice of Psyche ring out.
"Izaya-san, aren't you going to respond back? He seems so~ sad…"
"They're all sad, Psyche." Nakura stared at the pink and white clad man, who was playing with the long, pink chord. Nakura pitied the other personality; he had no idea of the cruel ideas and rituals of those terrible humans. But then again, maybe it was a good thing.
"Yeah yeah, I'm responding. Shut up all of you!" Izaya was glad Kanra was somewhere else-not making a peep.
/That's what people do, Gakuen-san. They hurt each other. The same thing happened to me. I just want to… yeah./
/Disappear?/
'Disappear?'
Disappear, disappear, disappear, disappear. Why couldn't he just disappear?
Izaya stared at the word, dropping his phone to grab his head as harsh memories and unbearable pain flooded through his body.
(The thirteen year old boy sat in the corner of the bathroom
It hurt. The sharp object piercing through the pale, pale skin.
No one left anything for him. No food, no room, nothing…
All his because he wasn't what his parents wanted.
But he couldn't even bring himself to hate them…
He took the comfort words of Psyche and just ignored them. What did that baby know?
What did ANYONE know?
Soon. However, a new voice appeared.
'Why should you suffer? Let everyone else feel that wretched pain.'
A kind, yet dark-so contradicting- voice said to him.
The boy stopped suddenly, not feeling himself.
The boy no longer was there, but another being all together.
'My name's Nakura. Nice to meet you. Not'.)
All the other personalities had vanished as Nakura bent down and picked up the phone.
/Why yes, exactly. Would you like to join me?/
/Yes. More than anything, that'll show her what she's done!/
"Humans are such disgusting creatures." The blood-red eyed man sneered while texting the usual "where and when" details.
But suddenly, a smirk played across the thin-pale lips.
'llkillyou~
Later that night, Nakura stood in the front of an abandoned building, which was now filled with blood splatters. He lifted up his reading glasses, and observed the young boy who approached him.
"You are Nakura-san, yes?" A boy wearing a plain white shirt (Nakura smirked at the irony) and baggy jeans. His shaggy black hair covered half of his tired green eyes. Nakura spared a look at the slits on his wrists, before turning his back.
"My name is Nakura, nice to meet you."
'Not.'
(The boy named Nakura stared at the mirrors, the hands were feeling smooth skin.
"Where did I come from? Is this normal?"
He saw a couple of boys walk in, one of them with glasses was talking.
"Ahh! Izaya-san! How are ya, today? I didn't see you this morning? HEY! WHAT HAPPENED?"
The bespectacled boy was looking straight at him, staring into the red eyes.
'He-he's talking to me? But my name is-
Nakura could put two and two together.
This wasn't his body.
This wasn't normal.
He pushed the other boy away as he raced out of the restroom.)
Gakuen stared at the walls around the beat-up building. The two stopped in front of a door.
"Come on in." Nakura put on a small smile as he gestured to the window, shards scattered all over the floor.
"Nakura-san, just let me say-
"Do you know how dumb you are?" The older of the two cut in- frown now apparent on his face.
The green-eyed boy shuddered at the bitter tone, what was he talking about?
"U-uh, excuse me?"
"Look at your damn arm, idiot! You blame the girl for your stupid decisions?" He pulled the scarred arm close to his face, soon twisting it around, making a sickening cracking sound.
"A-AH! St-stop! What are you-
"You wanted to die, right? So you don't mind if I kill you slowly, right?" Nakura shouted as he pushed down the boy on the broken floor; to only stomp on the arm, making it bleed- tainting the wood as red as Nakura's eyes.
Gakuen cried out in pain.
"That's right! Naku! Naku! Cry!"
(As Nakura stormed out, he didn't notice the girl and bumped right into her.
"Ah! I'm so sorry! Orihara-san!" She bowed.
Orihara? Izaya?
What a dumb name…
"Whatever…" He dusted himself off.
"Err, I wanted to ask you something anyway…"
This perked his interest before he could walk away.
"Wo-would you l-like to- u-uhhh- go out with m-m-me?"
Nakura stared at her.
She wanted the other boy.
He noticed slight tears in her eyes, making her make-up smear.
She was going to ruin herself over that?
She was blessed with her OWN body and she ruined it.
He hated this girl.
"Fuck you."
He left the girl crying.)
Leaving the boy to cringe in pain, he picked up a shard of glass form the floor.
"You wanna know your problem?" He whispered as he bent down and held the other like a doll, playing with the broken wrist, flipping it back and forth.
"L-let me go!" Gakuen wallowed; the only thing he got was a stab in the back.
Literally and figuratively.
How poetic, Nakura concluded.
"Number one, you blame others for your own problems." Nakura pushed the shard down the back to make a "1" on the back.
He enjoyed the cry of pain.
"I mean c'mon, Gakuen-san. She fucked some other guy behind your back. Who gives a damn? She's probably at a bar- getting a three-some with two other girls."
"N-NO! NO! JUST SHUT UP!" The other yelled, Nakura didn't mind the loud voice in his ears.
He already was so used to this.
The red-eyed man put a "2" on his broken wrist, making blood burst out; some hitting Nakura's face.
He licked his lips, enjoying the metallic taste.
"Oh, and also~!" Nakura said in a sickly sweet voice, "you don't value your body. You're so fucking lucky! I wish I didn't have to share!"
"Sh-share?" Gakuen was lucky he was still able to speak.
"That's right~ I never told you."
"I'm just a personality."
Nakura doesn't like to explain himself, so he just continued, scarring a "3" on his cheek.
"Why do you humans keep your feelings inside? That's so sickening. If you idiots were smart, you would show your feelings, instead of keeping people guessing and shower in pity."
(It was now lunch and Nakura was on the roof, when the door suddenly flew across his face.
"IZAAAYAAAA-KUUUN!" He turned to the angry voice and was shocked to see a blonde student growling.
"Um…"
"I KNOW IT WAS YOU!" The boy was battered and bruised, blood matted his dyed blonde hair.
"Those gangs were YOUR fault! They told me so!"
"Sor-
"DON'T YOU DARE GIVE ME LIES AND FAKE PITY, YOU LOUSE!"
This boy, Nakura concluded, was so interesting.
He didn't let anything get in his way.
Nakura didn't even know his name and he already had a strong admiration.
He continued to stare before the bell rang and the blonde turned away.
"I don't wanna be late… I'll kill you later."
Such raw emotion.
Such strength.
Nakura heard the boy from the bathroom's voice from inside the school.
"Shizuo-kuuuun! Let's go!"
"Nice to meet you, Shizuo-kun" he said when he was alone.
And this time…
He meant it.)
"And…" Nakura continued his rant, "FOR WANTING TO END A LOVELY LIFE! YOU WANTED IT SO I'LL GIVE IT TO YOU!"
Gakuen stared wide-eyed as he was pushed down roughly, gasping for breath.
"I hate humans. They don't even respect their own bodies. What…" Nakura paused as he raised his foot –not before ripping the bloody shard across the stomach a "4"- above the heart, only to stomp on it hard enough to break the ribs.
The blood-eyed man continued to stomp, laughing maniacally-hysterically-, making the whole foot stuck in the body, the man could feel a slight 'thump thump' under his heel. He forced his foot out and with one last kick, squished the heart out.
With a satisfactory smirk, he finished his sentence.
"…complete and utter idiots."
~End chapter~
A/N- *is scared slightly of her own chapter* What did I just WRITE! But it was A LOT of fun! You now know a little more about Nakura and how Izaya got to have him as a personality. Even more about Nakura's relationship with Shizuo.
ALSO! Naku, this word in Japanese means "cry". Like "Higurashi no NAKU koro ni" or "When the cicadas cry".
SO~ Are you gonna click the pretty blue, "Review" button? It would make me a happy author.
Until next time, dearest-most loved- humans.
~Mikomi Ai