I rushed with this chapter, I'll admit. I may or may not re-type it completely. It depends. However, I do like how the next chapter turned out, so that's a plus.~
Again, I can't reply to comments. Finals are really killing me, guys. Ugh.
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! nor any of it's characters.
For the next few months, Aomi practically lived in Izaya's office. Her aunt hated her, and she hated Taku now, so she couldn't exactly crash in too many places. Besides that, Izaya was fun to hang around with. Despite how childish he acted.
He certainly used her to his advantage. She had to quit her gang, due to the fact that Izaya had trouble following him everywhere. Including in the middle of the night. It was actually fun helping Izaya out, she got to let loose some of her anger, all the while Izaya was making sure to take down her aunt's gang.
Izaya also made use of Aomi as his fake-girlfriend. She was getting used to him constantly kissing her, but his teasing made her entire face red. One time, he was so mad that he started to take off Aomi's shirt, but she stopped him. She mentally made a note to not moan loudly, as it turns Izaya on. She still promised Izaya that he could do anything to her once she turned eighteen, mainly because he whined like a seven year old when she pushed him off of her.
"Hey, Izaya, I've ever really asked you this before, but why do you like humans so much? You're one yourself, right?" Aomi asked, as she and Izaya were walking down Shinjuku.
"They're just really interesting. Humans reactions to certain stuff are priceless, humans set goals for themselves that'll never happen, and a billion other stuff that I won't list. You'll likely be bored to death, Aomi-Chan." Izaya said.
"Oh, um, okay." Aomi said, slightly confused by what Izaya just said. "I have to ask, but why do you like me, Izaya?"
"You're another interesting human, that's why. Though, your reactions are boring at times." Izaya said, pouting.
"It isn't my fault. You're the one who's always annoying." Aomi said abit harsher then she usually was with Izaya.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Izaya said, still pouting.
Rubbing her stomach, Aomi winced. She was really, really hungry. "Um, Izaya, want to go somewhere to eat? I'm- Oh shit!" Aomi hid herself between Izaya's jacket, her eyes wide.
"What's wrong? You see those cars all the time though here." Izaya said, confused.
"Yes, but I recognize that car. It's the one my aunt usually rides in." Aomi watched as the car stopped, to Aomi's disappointment. Her blue hair could really get her into trouble. Her aunt got out, and walked over to Aomi and Izaya.
"Orihara, I see your working as hard as always." Aomi's aunt said, crossing her arms. "Did you get the papers that I sent you?"
Confused, Aomi let go of Izaya's jacket, and took a step back. She could not believe what she was hearing. "I-Izaya? W-What?"
Smirking, Izaya laughed. Only, it sounded even more crazy than usual. "You mean you haven't caught on? I was working with your aunt all along. Your even more stupid then you look."
Aomi's hands balled into fists, and she started crying. Instead of saying anything, she punched Izaya. Aomi realized that she punched Izaya so hard that his nose was bleeding. Turning away from her aunt, and Izaya who was clutching his nose, Aomi started to walk off, only for her hand to be grabbed by her aunt.
"Naomi, really, where do you think you're going? I have a few questions for you."Aomi turned around, and punched her aunt in the stomach.
"Watch your mouth when you're talking to me, dumbass. And Izaya, I never want to see your fucking face again." Aomi said, before running off.
"… Aomi never told me about that." I said, a few minutes after Shizuo finished. I still couldn't believe it all. "Um, how come you know about all of this, Shizuo-San?"
"Aomi came to my apartment, crying, and explained everything to me. This is the first time I've seen her in a few years." Shizuo said. "I'm surprised that she changed her hair length, she's always hated her hair."
"Yeah, she said that it was time for a change. Or maybe it's because Misaki-Chan told her that she'd look better with longer hair…" I said, giggling.
"… Misaki? Don't tell me that Aomi knows Misaki." Shizuo said, groaning. For whatever reason.
"Yeah. Aomi's part of her band, The Black Comets. She plays as back-up guitar, and sometimes sings. She's really good." I said.
"I should've known. I caught a glance of an interview on TV of that band. A girl with long black hair looked annoyed." Shizuo said, rubbing his head.
"'Oi, you. Don't you have anything else better to do other then interviewing me?'" I'm pretty good at mocking Aomi's weird yanki accent at times. She reminds me of a British rock star at times, what with her rough and deep accent.
Right after I mocked Aomi's strange interview, I heard a scream. "E-Eh? Was that Aomi? 1" I hope she didn't have a bad dream, or worse.
Both me and Shizuo ran to the room where Aomi was resting, and we both couldn't believe what we were just now seeing. Aomi took off the bandages on her arm, and that huge gash was gone. Aomi looked different. She now had lighter blue hair, and dark blue eyes. And somehow, Aomi looked older. Instead of looking like a near eighteen year old, she looked twenty-four, twenty-five.
"A-Aomi? W-What happened?" I managed to stutter out, shock becoming apparent on my face. Shizuo's eyes were no different from mine.
"W-Who am I? W-Who are you guys? W-Where am I?" Aomi said, in a whisper. I could barely hear her.
"Sis, what're you joking about now? Please snap out of it." I said, shaking as I placed my hand on her shoulder. She backed away, and started to shake herself. I've never seen my sister act like this before in my life.
"Get away from me. I'm not your sister!" Aomi shouted, tears coming out of her eyes. "I don't even know you!"
"Snap out of it, Aomi. If you really are Aomi." Shizuo shouted his fist balled up.
"A-Aomi? Who's that? I'm not her!" Aomi shouted, her own fists balling up. In less than a second, Aomi bolted out the room's door, shoving Shizuo out of the way, and I heard glass break. Rushing out in the living room, I couldn't believe what Aomi had done. She jumped out of the nearest window. Running over to the broken window, I could make out a girl with long hair.
Aomi had jumped out of the window, and survived. Slouching on the ground, I started to cry myself. Was that really Aomi, like Shizuo said?