Well, this was fast... I already wrote up the next chapter. (Not this chapter, for those that're confused. The next one.) The next chapter is a woozy, since it's something I've never reallytyped up before. I'm experimenting with writing styles, so uh, beware. Though, the next chapter is the proudest thing I've ever really typed. It's descriptive, and in another point of view. Neither Aomi's or Tatsumi's. And it's the longest fan-fic chapter I've ever done. Over 2,000 words and counting.
By the way, before you ask, yes Tatsumi was partially modeled on someone I know in real life. It's my cousin, only he's a guy. He has a photographic memory too, and is just as weird as Tatsumi. Their personality's aren't anything alike, however.
PS. Many thanks to my sis for suggesting a bunch of stuff. She has horrible grammar and spelling, but she did help me when I was stuck!
PSS. I have finals next week. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. I may or may not update for those days. It depends on my mood, and by how tired I am. Please wish me luck, these are my first high school finals ever, so I'm really, really, really nervous!
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! or any of it's characters.
"Naomi Yue, what have I told you about fighting?" A woman, in her late twenties shouted at a banged up little seven year old.
The seven year old bit her lip, and winced as her mom lectured her. "Not to fight, except if it's in self-defense."
Eye's softening a little; the mother sat down next to the girl, and pats her head. "You know, I used to be the same in high school. Until someone very special to me told me, 'fighting only causes bad things in life.' That person, unexpectedly, is your goofy dad."
The girl suddenly burst into laughter. "Dad said that? That's funny!"
Sighing, the mother bonked her daughter on the head and stood up, getting ready to lecture her again. "Naomi, despite your dad being goofy, he is very smart you know!"
Rubbing her head where the mother hit it, the girl stifled out a little laugh. "I still think its funny, mommy."
"… Well, I guess you're right. Your dad is too much of a handful…" The mother said, holding back laughter herself.
Blinking my eyes, I stared at a weird looking ceiling. Why did I suddenly have that weird memory of me and my mother? That was just weird. Sitting up, and let out a groan. My left arm was really hurting me. 'Orihara must've cut me when I punched me or something…'
Looking around, I was in a room that I recognized, sort of. It certainly wasn't the hospital or me and Tatsumi's tiny apartment. I didn't see Tatsumi, which really worried me.
Getting up was painful, but I somehow managed to make it to the door before someone in black glasses, a goofy hair style, and a white coat caught me before I fell down again. "Ah, Aomi-Chan you shouldn't try and get up like that!"
'Dammit. I hate doctors of any kind.'"E-Eh? What happened? Did I pass out or somethin'?" I asked, getting very dizzy again. I got off of the man and sat down next to a wall.
"You lost a lot of blood, and passed out. It was an extremely deep cut; somehow it managed to go to the bone!" The man said, sounding serious. For once. "Oh, by the way, long time no see, Aomi-Chan!"
"Long time no see, Shinra." I mumbled under my breath, giving Shinra a weak smile. "Where's Tatsumi?"
"Ah, she's fine. She's watching an alien movie with Celty." Shinra said, helping me get back up.
'I thought Tatsumi hated alien movies.'"Oh, um, okay." I wrapped left arm around Shinra's neck, wincing as it stung. When I got to the living room, I saw that Tatsumi was patting Celty, it seemed like she was shaking in fear. And… someone else just was staring at the odd sight.
"I forgot to mention it earlier, but you lost a lot of blood. Your sister's blood type is really different from yours, so we had to use someone else's blood. I'm sure that you know whose blood it is by now."
'Dammit.'I let go of Shinra, I really didn't need his help anyway. Sneaking up behind Tatsumi, I tapper her on the shoulder. She jumped straight up in the air in response. "Oi, move over."
"H-Huh? Sis! Your okay!" Tatsumi got up with tears in her eyes, and hugged me with as much force as she could manage. I almost fell down! "I-I was so scared! C-Celty-San and Shinra-San said you'd make it, b-but I was still worried!"
Patting her head, I got Tatsumi off of me and sat down next to Celty, while Tatsumi remained standing and started explaining what happened to me. "I-I was about to call the hospital, but this guy that's sitting over there" Tatsumi pointed at the man, who raised his eyebrow. "a-and he listed you up and brought you over here."
Sighing, I glanced at the man, and finally spoke to him. "You still remembered that I hate hospitals after all this time? I'm impressed, Shizuo." By the way, I wasn't really impressed. I was just surprised that he donated blood to me. And the fact that Tatsumi doesn't have the same blood type as me…
"Urg, it looked like you needed it." He said, shrugging. "Besides that, your sister looked like she was about to pass out too."
"I-I really can't thank you enough, Shizuo-San." Tatsumi said, bowing. "I-If you weren't there who knows what my sister would've done if she woke up in a hospital."
Now Tatsumi was just making fun of me. "Tatsumi, please don't give me a bad name… everyone hates hospitals after all."
From out of nowhere, Shinra waved his arms around frantically. "I don't hate hospitals!" I threw a pillow at Shinra with my good arm. I somehow knocked him off the ground with a pillow, guess he was surprised. I glanced at Shizuo, who looked like he was trying to hold back laughter.
Sighing, I rubbed the back of my head. I never thought I'd see both Shizuo and Orihara within the same day, ever again. "By the way, thank you again, Shizuo."
"I couldn't exactly help it anyway. We somehow have the same blood type, after all." Shizuo said, "By the way, who did that to you?"
"U-Um, it was someone with a long coat with fur trimmings, he constantly had this smirk on his face, and he seemed to be a really good at handling a pocket-knife."
Both mine and Shizuo's anger boiled as we both repeated his name. "Orihara Izaya."
Looking surprised, Tatsumi held a hand up to her mouth. "E-Eh? You mean that was theOrihara Izaya? I've heard a lot about him…" Tatsumi looked like she was going to pass out again. "U-Um, what connection do you guys have with him, if I may ask?"
"Ah! Tatsumi-Chan, please don't ask them that question!" I heard Shinra call out, hiding behind an open door.
At the same frequency, I picked up a little table next to me with my good arm, and Shizuo picked up the chair he was sitting in. And we both threw them at the same time. Only mine stopped halfway, and Shizuo's object made a huge hole in the wall.
Did I mention that I passed out again after that? No? Oops.
I really felt guilt running over me. I made sis pass out when I asked her the stupidest of questions. Mental note: Never ask sis about her relationship with Orihara Izaya.
Sighing, I pace around Shinra-San and Celty-San apartment, while Shizuo-San stared at me. I was guessing he was bored, or he somehow masters how to sleep with his eyes open. This wouldn't really surprise me, really. Walking up to Shizuo, I waved my hand in front of his face, only to get a confused look in re-turn.
"Are you really in high school?" Shizuo-San asked me, in a weird sounding voice. It was a mixture of amazement and boredom.
"Yes, I am." I said proudly, puffing out my chest, and putting my hand on it. "I somehow got elected as student council president, and I'm pulling straight a's in all my classes. Besides gym, I'm getting a c in that class…"
"You're totally different from Aomi after all." Shizuo-San said, forcing a smirk on his face. "Are you really her sister?"
"Yeah, I am. It's unbelievable, but after awhile I did notice that we had something in common." Taking off my left shoe and sock, I quickly showed my foot to Shizuo-San. Almost falling over in the process. I can't stand up on one leg very well, it seems.
"… Your feet are the same size, or something?" Shizuo-San asked, with a confused look on his face again.
"Yeah, they are. Strange, but at least we have something in common!" I said, falling down on the floor after all. I quietly put back on my sock and shoe, cursing my agility in the process. My butt didn't really hurt, must be because I'm short.
After awhile of worry, and thinking, I finally asked Shizuo-San something that I hope he won't throw a chair at me for. "Um, if I may ask, how do you know Aomi?"
"… It's a long story. Are you up for listening to it?" Shizuo-San asked, with a bored expression on his face.
"Um, yeah? Of course I have time." I said, still confused. He was right about one thing; it really was a long story.
Sadistic Notion: I was thinking about getting a beta, but I'm lazy. Like, really, really lazy. I'll ask around on this chat that I go onto, though. See if anyone has freetime on their hands.
If I saw a blue haired girl walking down any street with a bloody arm, then I'd stay away from her. I'm scared of blood anyway.
Thank you for the review, by the way!~