Yes, this was fast. Mianly because I typed this chapter up a few days ago, and just completed it last night. I'm a quick typer, what can I say, I'm a fast typer. (I honestly blame it on listening to a bunch of M-FLO, and P&S's OST while typing this up.) I've already got the 6th chapter typed up, but my friend likely won't beta read it until sometime tomorrow. Her boyfriend suddenly told her that she should spend more time with him. I dunno you guys, I dunno.
I kinda lied, the flashback arc might be a few chapters more then I orignally planned, I suddenly got this brillaint idea inside my head. You'll see in the next chapter. Hope you don't mind too much.
Remember, if you find any mistakes that me and my friend made, please comment and I'll try and fix it as soon as I can!
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! nor any of it's characters.
Grumbling under her breath, Aomi quietly drank her chocolate milkshake while Shizuo was already on his second bowl of ice cream. It was already seven days after Aomi's incident, as it turns out, Shinra was right. Aomi was almost completely healed.
"Why'd you bring me and get… ice cream, exactly?" Aomi asked skill in a grumpy mood. Inside, she was very happy, it's been awhile since she had ice cream after all.
"I dunno, maybe because I wanted some myself." Shizuo said, taking in a huge gulp of ice cream. "Besides, Shinra said that you refused almost every meal he offered you."
"I… home cooked food just doesn't taste right without mother around." Aomi was surprised at herself for revealing so much about her past to complete strangers. Well, not complete anymore, she knew some things about Shizuo and Shinra, at least.
"I wouldn't eat his food either. There's a reason Shinra failed home economics, ya know." Shizuo said. "What do you eat anyway? Raman or something?"
"Pretty much. I also eat a lot of sandwiches." Aomi said, tugging on her new shirt. Shinra said that she couldn't go out in public dressed like a yanki, so he quickly went out and bought her a new shirt and jeans. It was very, very itchy.
"I've been meaning to ask, but what's your role as a yanki, exactly?" Shizuo asked. He'd been meaning to ask her when he was over for the past… six days, but his mind was on other stuff. Like tests, and that damn flea.
"Um, since I'm already one of the higher ranking yankis, my role is to beat other gangs up. There are all sorts of ranks, but it depends on the gang. For example, the lowest in my gang is stake out, people pretty much watch for the cops and that while we're up to no good. The highest is being the leader; you give out commands and that if you're the leader." Aomi said, taking another deep breath. She still wasn't used to speaking in huge sentences like that yet.
"What rank are you, somewhere in the middle?" Shizuo asked, rising his eyebrow. He never knew that yankis were so… complicated.
"Yeah. I'm one of their best fighters, so the gang uses me as much as they can." Aomi said, as she stirred the rest of her milkshake. What was left of it, anyway.
"That's pretty good for a ten-year-old, I have to admit." Shizuo said, now wondering why the heck a ten-year-old is a yanki. Not like he didn't wonder about that before, but he really thought that Aomi was older looking then she was.
"Huh? Oh um, thanks. I guess." Aomi said, her cheeks reddening a little. She was never good at taking compliments from others. Especially about her fighting skills. In fact, she often thought that she was average, compared to her mother at least. "Since you asked me a question, can I ask you one in return?"
"Err, okay." Shizuo said, confused. He really hoped that it wasn't about high school. Or about his grades.
"Um, well, are you really as strong as you claimed to be?" Aomi asked, hanging her head down while she asked the question.
Grumbling, Shizuo leaned back in his seat a little. "Yeah, I am. Because of it, I get into fights all the damn time. It gets really annoying after awhile."
"I'd imagine it would get annoying. But… is it also useful at times? Like, can you protect people that you care about with it?" Aomi said, taking the last sip of her milkshake.
Thinking about it, Shizuo did help out people at times. Mainly whenever Shinra or Celty were in sticky situations. It was also useful in gym, at times anyway. Though, if he remembered correctly, he was also kicked out of gym a few times… "It's useful. If I don't get pissed off, that is."
Smiling, Aomi shuffled in her chair. "That's good. My agility sometimes puts me into trouble at school. The teachers have treated me like I lost my freaking dog. That's just one of the many reasons why I tend to skip school. Besides my gang, of course."
"You shouldn't skip school, you know." Shizuo said, frowning. He knew that Aomi likely skipped school, but he didn't know for sure.
"I'm not the school type anyway." Aomi said, pouting a little. "Besides, every teacher in my school hates me. Why bother going to school?"
Shizuo couldn't argue there. He felt the same, almost every teacher hates him too. "I have to admit, I know how you feel. Every teacher hates me too."
Blinking, Aomi tugged on her shirt again. Why was it so goddamn itchy? "I forgot to ask, but, um, how old are you Shizuo?"
"Wuh? Uhhh… seventeen. I'm in my last year old high school."
"You look older then you really are." Aomi said, smiling again. She was doing a lot of smiling lately, and it was starting to freak her out.
Shizuo didn't answer Aomi, because he'd get a little embarrassed, and because of the person who just entered the ice cream parlor. Grunting, abit higher than usual, Shizuo tried to cover his face. He heard little clacks of boots coming his way.
"Eh? Shizuo-Kun, is that you?" Said the girl, in the weirdest accent ever. It sounded like the usual Tokyo accent, with a bit of American put in. The combination just sounds weird.
Giving up on hiding himself, Shizuo turned towards the girl's voice. He glanced at Aomi, who was giving the mysterious girl a once over. Light chestnut hair, dark blue eyes, a childish looking face, and Shibuya like clothes. Shibuya always had the latest styles, some of which girls her age shouldn't be able to afford.
"Misaki, hello." Shizuo mutters out, sighing. Boy, was he in for a wordy conversation.
"Who's this with you, Shizuo-Kun? Is she a friend?" Misaki asked, looking at Aomi. It was strange, but Misaki wasn't giving Aomi a weird look. Most people that she meets instantly look at her dark blue hair.
Before Shizuo could answer, Aomi smiled and answered for him. "Aomi. Yue Aomi. I'm… you could consider Shizuo my friend, I guess, Misaki-Chan."
"Ah! Aomi-Chan, nice to meet you!" Misaki said, grabbing Aomi's hand and shook it. "It's surprising to find that Shizuo has a girlfriend! Good for you, Shizuo-Kun!"
Aomi's entire face turned red, and Shizuo's cheeks had a pink tint to it. "U-Um, we're not dating, Misaki-Chan." Aomi squeaks out, waving her hands up in protest. "We're just friends, right Shizuo?"
"Yeah, we're uh… just friends." Shizuo said, rubbing the back of his head. He knew that Misaki would likely make a comment like that. After all, she's… eccentric. And that was being nice.
"Oh, okay!" Misaki said, smiling. "Well, I have to go. Kadota said that he wanted to have ice cream with me today."
"… Don't tell me that you're dating him now." Shizuo grumbled out. Misaki was known for being beautiful, and flirty. She asked him out once, he got so annoyed with himself, mostly the fact that Misaki wasn't scared of him, that he punched the nearest wall. Instead of running away, Misaki gave a thumbs up and congratulated him on leaving a hole.
"If you're asking why I'm going out with Kadota, don't worry. Instead of me asking him out, Kadota's the one who asked me out." Misaki crossed her arms, like she was annoyed that she didn't get to ask Kadota out. "He was blushing as he asked me out, so I guess it counts."
Giving a little wave as she walked off, Misaki plopped herself down in seat near the back of the parlor.
Standing up, Shizuo grabbed Aomi's hand. Grumbling something so that only Aomi could hear him, Shizuo had this weird expression on his face. "Misaki's weird. Let's leave before her date comes."
For the next few years, Aomi sometimes skipped school and visited Shizuo. It became a weird tradition that she'd go to school every so often, see Shizuo, and led her gang on school nights and weekend nights.
Yes, indeed, now Aomi was the leader of her gang. The old leader quit, and everyone voted Aomi as their new leader. At first, it really shocked her, but after awhile she liked it. Much more than just beating people up senseless. Though, she still does.
Taku, of course, was ecstatic when she became leader. In fact, he hugged her for the first time ever. She ended up pushing him off of her, and ran away blushing. Taku took it easy with her the next day, thankfully.
A few days before her fifteenth birthday, Aomi skipped school again, and went off to Shizuo's apartment. When a man, in a dark brown coat with tan fur trim, black hair, and red eyes stood in front of her, smiling for some reason. Aomi couldn't exactly put her finger on it, but he seemed… familiar, in away.
"Hi! Nice day, isn't it?" The man asked, smiling. His smile was so goofy.
"What the fuck? It's like, thirty degrees out!" Aomi screeched, lifting one of her eyebrows up at the man. "Your wearing a coat for crying out loud!"
Blinking, the man's smile drooped a little, but he still kept on smiling. "Awww. Your no fun." The man stomped his foot in anger. "I'm Orihara Izaya, what's your name?"
Strange that he could go from one mood to the next. "Um, Aomi. Yue Aomi"
"Ah, Aomi-Chan. What a nice name!" Izaya said, leaning in Aomi's face so close that she could practically count every pore on his face. If she could count that high.
"Um, yeah. Thanks, Izaya-Kun." Aomi said, turning her eyes away from the man. Yet, for some odd reason, she didn't want to back up.
"Aomi-Chan, I notice that your blushing! It's so cute!" Izaya said, in a squeal like voice.
Face reddening even more, Aomi forced out a sigh. "Um, I have to uh… meet someone, could you please move?" Aomi wasn't used to saying please that often. Especially to strangers. That please came out a little more rougher then she intended.
"You know, you're still blushing, Aomi-Chan!" Izaya said, now smirking.
Growling under her breath, Aomi's left hand twitched. She was starting to get really annoyed with this man. Pushing past him, Aomi tried to go on her marry way, until Izaya grabbed her wrist. "Um, Izaya-Kun, I really need to go."
"Aomi-Chan, did you know that Shizzy-Chan is in fact, a monster? I don't consider him one of my precious humans." Izaya said, still smirking. "I know that you took the day off of school, just to talk to him. That breaks my heart, really. To see that Shizzy-Chan has so many friends! … Not."
Aomi's eyes widened. She was tempted to punch Izaya in the stomach, but… she couldn't. Judging from his tight grip, he was a better fighter then he looked. "… How the fuck do you know that?"
Smirking, and tightening his grip even more, Izaya answered Aomi's question. "I know everything, Aomi-Chan! I know your real name, that your parents are dead, your sister is very smart, and the fact that your aunt is in the yakuza." Tapping his chin with his free hand, Izaya added to his sentence. "Oh, and the fact that you're a yanki. I've seen you fight, and I have to hand it to you, your really good Aomi-Chan!"
Shocked even more, Aomi suddenly remembered something that her aunt was angry about lately. Someone was ratting everyone in her group of 'handymen' as she put it, and went on a long, long rant in front of Aomi and Tatsumi. The name, 'Orihara Izaya' was brought up a few times. "Your Orihara Izaya… the informant." Aomi said, in a low, but deep tone of voice.
"I guess your aunt found out about me, huh? She sure is quick… I left no trace of hacking into her computer after all." Izaya said, now smiling. Aomi wasn't expecting it, but Izaya suddenly released her, and quickly hugged her.
Aomi's whole face was now red, after awhile, she finally spoke. "U-Um, Izaya-Kun, could you please stop hugging me?"
Instead of answering Aomi, Izaya instead lifted Aomi's head and leaned his own face in until their noses were touching. Now it felt like Aomi's whole body was red. Closing her eyes tightly, partly because she didn't want to know what was going to happen next. And partly because Izaya's face was so damn close to hers. Sure enough, Izaya eventually put his lips onto hers.
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