A/N: Here's another of my pretty shitty chapters. Once again, it took longer than expected. Sigh… I hate school. Well here we go! I honestly don't know where I'm going with this… Like, I have all the "exciting parts" planned out, but the material to build up is kinda bleh… So you'll be getting chapters like these… Sorry…

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN DURARARA!


You're such a poor child. You carry all this hatred in you. Maybe it's time that you release all this hatred…

Red.

The only color Sora saw was red. It wasn't a pretty bright red. No. It was a bloodshot red. Her own mind was fogged up, and the world around her was painted in this bloodshot red.

"Sora!" she heard. The figures of two males were also painted red. She couldn't tell if they were her friends. Everyone was now her enemy. The voice inside her spoke again.

You were born a devil. You were born to be hated. You were born to hate others. After all, the world hates you and you hate the world, correct?

The voice was sneering at her. She hated it. She hated how this being inside her spoke like it knew everything about her. Well, the person inside her was her. It was her devil. It was her split personality; her demonic self. Deep down inside her, she stored up all her hate, anger, and pain. This demon was created because of it. This demon knew everything about her.

Kill them…

The first thing Shizuo noticed was that she was bleeding. She had used her small arms to block most of her face, but she still got hit. He wanted to pound himself into the ground for throwing that damned machine. Blood was dripping down her face from her forehead; a slight gash was apparent. "Sorry," wouldn't be enough. And then he noticed it.

Her eyes were not blue.

They were bloodshot red.

The blonde took a small glance at the raven haired boy next to him. For once, he wasn't smirking. Instead, he was staring at her with a look of surprise. Shizuo noticed something else; her eyes were empty.

It was all a blur. The next thing the two males knew, they had cuts all over. The switchblade that the girl held in her hand was stained with blood; their blood. She attacked again. Her movements rivaled those of a ninja's. Shizuo didn't want to fight. Of all people, he simply could not hurt her. Her true self was inside her. He just had to save her. Maybe if he just wrapped her up in a hug then…!

"Flea, what the hell are you doing?!"

Izaya had pulled out his own switchblade; the sharp side flickered against the light of the lamppost. He was thinking differently than the blonde. They had to fight her to get her to stop. That was the key. So with that in his mind, he lashed out. They were evenly matched. Izaya smirked at this.

A challenge, he thought.

As combat raged on, Izaya noticed that the girl he was fighting began staggering a little bit. She backed off and clenched her head, as if she were having migraines. Smirking, he charged at her; for this was an opportunity to strike. Suddenly, she looked up. Her bloodshot eyes flashed and were blue for a split second before returning to their red state. With his quick reflexes, he dodged her attack.

"Sora…" he whispered.

At that moment, her eyes widened. Slowly, the red faded and was replaced with that deep blue. Her eyes were empty. And slowly, she fell. She fell to the ground. Izaya almost jumped back when her small form hit the ground. She looked like a ceramic doll, fragile and breakable. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to hurt her. Carefully, he cradled her in his arms before standing up and dodging a street sign.

"Shizu-chan, how mean~" he cooed. "Are you trying to hurt Sora-chan?"

Shizuo glared at the raven haired male in front of him. He glanced at the fainted girl in his enemy's arms. "Like you're one to talk, bastard…" he growled.

Izaya chuckled. "If you want to put your small brain to use, then you should call Shinra. He's studying to be a doctor, so he should know what to do."

"Hand her over."

"Absolutely not~ I'm going to take her home with me~"

"Hand her over! There is no way in hell that I'm gonna let you take her!"

Izaya smirked as another sign was thrown in his direction. "See you later~" He ran into the darkness and made his way back to his apartment.

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"Are you awake now, Sora-chan?" Izaya inquired when he heard the girl laying on his couch moan slightly. "That wasn't very nice when you tried to kill me earlier," he joked.

Sora looked up at him. "When did I try to kill you?" she questioned with a confused expression.

"Eh…? You… You don't remember? You took out your knife and everything! Your eyes were red too…"

"Nope… I don't remember," she answered with a yawn.

"Are you sleepy?"

"Yeah…"

"Do you wanna spend the night here?"

"Yeah… I'm too tired to go home…" She sprawled out on the couch before curling up comfortably.

"Don't sleep now," Izaya told her as he tugged her to her feet. He threw one of his long sleeved shirts at her. "Change into that."

The shirt was too big for her, but nonetheless, really comfortable. The shirt itself fell to her thighs and just covered her panties; barely. The sleeves went a few inches beyond her hands, but she didn't mind. Izaya was on the couch, watching TV. She approached him and said, "Izaya… I'm done changing…"

Looking up at her, he smirked. He shut the TV off and looked at her. "You look cute in my shirt, Sora-chan. Hmm… No bottoms?"

She tugged at the bottom of the shirt. "No… This will do… I'm sleepy."

He grabbed her wrist and tugged her along to the guest room. "You can sleep in here," he said. Instantly, she climbed under the covers and curled up. Izaya chuckled at the rather cute sight. "Sweet dreams~" he chimed before heading to his room for his own bed.

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What Izaya didn't expect the next morning, was to find a girl snuggled comfortably against him. He woke up to find something warm right next to him, and when he turned around, there she was. Sora, asleep, was snuggled right next to him. Her small hand clutched his shirt, while the other was placed near her lips, making it look like she was sucking on her fingers.

Sleeping like a baby, Izaya thought.

He turned around to face her, removing some of the covers to reveal her torso. She shivered a bit and moved closer towards her source of heat; him. He watched her move closer to him until her face was inches away from his chest. Her nose twitched, indicating that she was sniffing him like a dog. And once again, she moved in, burying her face into the fabric of his clothing. Her fingers were right next to her mouth, making her look even more like a baby. Izaya sighed and covered the both of them with the covers once more.

"It wouldn't hurt to skip school today, right, Sora-chan?" he muttered softly as he snuggled next to her and fell asleep.

It was 9:30 a.m. when Izaya woke up again. The two of had missed their first three classes. Sora was still asleep and curled up next to him. The raven haired boy carefully slipped out of bed and headed off to the shower. As the steaming water washed over his body, he pondered on what he should do today. He had no plans of going to school, and he didn't want to be bored, so what should he do?

Maybe we could go on a date, he thought. I could get a reaction out of her.

He wrapped up his steamy shower and dried up. He threw on some jeans and a black hoodie before stepping out of the bathroom. He peered into his bedroom, only to find it empty. A small hand reached out and tugged on his sleeve. Looking down, he smirked.

"Awake now, Sora-chan?"

Said girl nodded her head slowly, her eyes slightly hazed from sleep. She moved closer to him and pressed her forehead to his chest. "I'm cold… And my head hurts…"

He chuckled. "You slipped into my bed last night, didn't you?"

A nod.

"You know," he began as he snaked his arms around her waist, "only lovers sleep with each other~" He watched her face, hoping for some sign of reaction; a blush, a gasp, anything.

He got nothing. He frowned.

"Hey, Sora-chan~" he cooed as he brought her closer to him. "Don't you feel your heart thumping? Or you stomach twisting? Or your body heating up, making you weak at the knee?" He brought his face close to hers.

"No…" she mumbled. "But I feel cold…" She snuggled her body closer to his. "I want a warm sweater like yours for my birthday…"

"Okay, I'll take care of that~ Now hurry up and shower. We're skipping school today. I'll call your grandmother and tell her you have a small cold. You have extra clothes, right?" He pointed to her gym bag. She always brought extra clothes for after P.E. Yesterday, P.E. was canceled due to an assembly. She walked out of his embrace and pulled out her clothes; a light pink, frilly skirt, a light blue tank top, her favorite white hoodie sweater, white knee-high socks, and her bra and panties. She was unfazed by that fact that Izaya saw all of her articles of clothing. After gathering everything, she scurried away into the bathroom.

As the girl showered, Izaya decided to cook some food. He didn't like cooking food, even though he was a talented chef. He took a pan out, got some eggs, had the rice cooker going, and decided to make an omelet. Sora had told him her favorite diet. He smirked as he recalled what she said.

"I like omelets with rice for breakfast. And for lunch I like rice balls and a bento box with rice, chicken, no vegetables, and those little octopus things. Then for dinner, I like rice, fish, and soup," she told him.

"That's a lot of rice, Sora-chan."

"Rice is good…"

He chuckled softly as he cooked their omelet. "Innocent little Sora-chan~" he said to himself. Then he remembered last night's events; her red eyes, her killing intent. His smirk disappeared. "What was that…?"

"I~za~ya~" her soft voice came. "What are you making?"

He regained his composure and smirked down at her. "Close your eyes and I'll let you guess," he said as he took out a fork. She did as told, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. He scooped some of the hot omelet and fed it to her. Once her tongue felt the soft food, she gasped. She chewed and swallowed quickly before shooting him a look.

"Izaya, it was still really hot!"

He laughed at her, clutching his stomach as he did so. "Your face was priceless!" he laughed, "Your eyes were so huge!"

She frowned at him and turned away, heading towards the table.

"Aw~ don't be upset!" he cooed as he turned the stove off. "By the way, do you know what it is?"

"Omelet, my favorite breakfast meal…"

"Correct, my dear!"

"You remembered…"

"How could I forget?"

He set two plates; one in front of her and one by his seat. He placed the omelet in the middle before going to scoop to small bowls with rice. He gave her rice bowl first before sitting down to eat. He watched her eat with amusement. Her face had lit up on her first bite.

"So, it is good?"

She looked up at him and licked her lips. "Yup… Delicious…" When she noticed his food was untouched, she looked up at him and said, "You should try it too."

He propped up his elbow on the table and rested his cheek on his hand. "Hmm… Perhaps~"

"No. Eat it now," she demanded as she took her fork, scooped up some of his food and held it to his lips.

Smirking, he took the fluffy egg into his mouth and ate it. He looked at her as his eyes danced with amusement. "Sora-chan, was that your fork?"

"Yeah," said the girl, clearly unfazed by the matter at hand. "Is there something wrong?"

He chuckled as he picked up his fork to eat. "No," he lied. "Nothing's wrong."

The two finished their breakfast. Izaya had washed the dishes and went to lounge on the couch, Sora following after him. HHH

He flipped through the channels and settled on a reality show. As they watched TV, he began thinking of his plans for the day. He was certainly interested in the way she acted last night. She was kill-crazy. She had only stopped when he whispered her name. And when she woke up, she had no memory of what she had tried to do. He decided that they would go out and find a way to release that demon inside her. His thoughts were broken when she tugged on his sleeve. He looked at her, only to find her rubbing her eyes sleepily and yawning.

"Izaya," she whispered, "…sleepy…"

"Oh?" he smirked. "What do you want me to do?"

She pointed to his lap. "Can I sleep on you again?" She looked him in the eye as she radiated innocence, like a little child.

Sighing, he nodded. "Of course you can. But first," he reached out to take a few of her strands in his fingers. Her hair was still damp from her shower. "We have to dry your hair, silly girl~" He stood up to go find a towel in the bathroom. When he returned he sat down next to her. "Turn around."

She did as told and kneeled on the couch, her back facing him. He brought the towel over head and began ruffling her hair gently, drying it. She shifted her position by sitting cross-legged. The raven haired boy didn't mind doing this for her. Now, had it been his sisters, he would have simply told them to do it themselves. Sora on the other hand, was quiet and peaceful, unlike his sisters.

"It's not good to have your hair wet like that," he chuckled, "You could get a cold."

"Illness is just another inevitable part of life…"

"I never get sick~"

"Knock on wood…"

After he was sure her hair was dried, he took the brush he brought, and began brushing her short, dark hair. Once she was groomed and dry, he took a few strands of her hair and brought it to him, sniffing it before kissing it.

"Hmm… Your hair smells so nice~"

"Izaya, what are you doing?"

"Acting as a lover would."

She turned around to face him. "Still sleepy…"

He left the towel and brush on the coffee table and leaned back. He patted his lap with a small smirk on his face. "Well, here I am. So if you still want to sleep on my lap, then-!" He was cut off when her head flopped down onto his lap. She curled up comfortably and fell asleep within minutes. Sighing, Izaya began running his fingers through her hair. "Why?" he wondered aloud, "Why are you the only one who I can't break…

Why can't I bring myself to break you?"

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Outside, the twins took out the spare key they stole, and busted the door open. "Iza-nii! Guess who?!" Mairu had shouted out upon entry. Kururi only whispered a, "Guess…"

"Shh!" their older brother scolded as he pointed to the girl sleeping in his lap. "What are you two doing here anyways?"

"Mom said that you have to baby-sit!"

"…Vacation…"

"What…?'

"Our summer vacation starts today! Why aren't you in school, Iza-nii?"

"We're skipping…"

Sora stirred in her sleep, mumbling something before curling up more. Izaya just stared at the now boring TV, stroking her hair as he did so. The girl stirred once more before her blue eyes began to open slowly. The hand on her head was rather relaxing as it continued to stroke her hair gently. She sighed with content and shifted her gaze to the TV. The twins had settled underneath the table, playing with their toys. Izaya knew the girl on his lap was awake, but continued to stroke her hair gently. Soon, she turned her body so that the back of her head was resting in his lap. She watched him through her dark blue eyes, a blank expression on her face as usual. He stared down at her a smirk as his hand moved to brush her long bangs away from her eyes.

"Are we awake now, my dear?" he cooed softly.

"Well," she responded softly, "I am… I don't know about you…" She yawned and rubbed her eyes, only to stop when Izaya pulled her hands away.

"Don't rub your eyes," he scolded gently, "it's bad."

Sora sat up. She felt so slow and drowsy today, but she didn't know why. And although she didn't show it, inside she felt warm and fuzzy. Izaya had shut the TV off and stood up. He extended a hand out to her.

"Come on, we're going outside," said the raven haired boy.

"M'kay…" she mumbled as the two teens slipped out.

Meanwhile, Mairu and Kururi were discussing under the table.

"Hey, who was that girl?" Mairu asked excitedly.

"…Iza-nii… Girlfriend…" Kururi responded.

"Really?!"

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Izaya stood there, shocked. It was late at night. The sky was a perfect blend of blue and black as small stars scattered all over. The streets were beginning to clear. However, the alley he was in was stained, crimson. The girl had seen two men trying to steal money from a bank. When she had tried to stop them, they punched her brutally, leaving a gash on her temple. She touched her hand to the gash, only to find blood oozing out. At the sight of blood, her vision went red; and so did her eyes. Her personality changed as well. Instead of the calm, quiet, emotionless Sora, she was a bloodlust, devil. She had laughed hysterically when she heard several of their bones crack and their blood splatter. She was going for the kill. Her switchblade, shining with fresh blood was held up as she staggered over to them. She swung.

"Sora. Come back."

That was all it took. All he had to do was to say her name for her to black out and fall into his arms. She couldn't return to her grandmother like this, so he brought her back to his apartment. When she awoke, she didn't remember a thing. She wore his shirt again and went to bed. He had just finished washing her clothes when he retired for night as well. When he settled for the night, he wasn't too surprised to see her in his bed, sleeping like an innocent child. After all, his sisters were asleep in the guest room since they had to spend the night. The next day was the weekend, so everything worked out. Izaya, as tired as he was, snuggled under covers next to the ebony haired girl. She did the same thing she did earlier that day; shift closer, sniff the fabric of his shirt, snuggle up to him, and sighed contentedly. He stroked her hair a few times.

How can someone so innocent, turn so deadly so easily, he wondered.

And that was a questioned he vowed to find the answer for. But first, he really needed some sleep.


FINALLY UPDATED! Sorry guys. As you can see, I'm running out of ideas for the rising action. But since I got more followers and reviews, I promise that I will try harder! Oh, but I would appreciate it if you guys would help me out by suggesting some material for future chapters. I would really help me out! So sorry for the pretty lame chappie, and please review! Ah, sorry for any errors… ^.^"