Sorry for not updating in awhile. Finals drained the energy out of me, and some real life stuff finally caught up to me. Anyway, I'm updating with two chapters today. Making this my loggest fanfic yet. Yay!
Pfffft, I somehow find Kazumi a funny name for Aomi. I have no idea why though.
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! nor any of it's characters.
The man, whose name was Heiwajima Shizuo apparently, stared at me, dumbfounded. I almost wanted to burst out laughing again at his expression. Poor guy was oblivious as to what a Shinigami was.
"You didn't hear me the first time? I'm a Shinigami. I collect dead souls. In other words, I'm literally the living dead." I said, feeling sorry for Heiwajima Shizuo.
"… I know what a Shinigami is. I just can't believe it, Ao-"I cut Shizuo off, before he could finish that disgusting name.
"Kazumi."
"What?" He stared dumbfounded again at me.
Crossing my arms, I let out an annoyed sigh. "Kazumi. My new name's Kazumi. Got it?"
Now he was the one getting annoyed. For whatever reason. "Fine, Ao-Kazumi." His left eyebrow just twitched as he said my new name. "Why are you suddenly proclaiming yourself as a Shinigami? You just cannot be one."
"Why can't I be one? I signed a contract with the Grim Reaper after all." I said, my lips twisting into a smile. I likely looked really insane, what with wet hair, torn clothes, and my twisted smile.
"I said that you cannotbe one." Shizuo muttered out, before flying toward me with his fist ready to punch me. I stopped his punch with my hand, hearing a few bones break in the process. I'll heal anyway, so what's the point of even trying to stopping him?
"I heal fast, silly. Either way, you'll lose." I said, smiling even more. In less than a second, I punched Shizuo in the stomach, it didn't seem to affect him much though. Maybe he was in too much of a rage for me to really hurt him. Growling under my breath, I jumped up into the air, and gave Shizuo a drop kick, only he dodged at the last second. I only hit his left shoulder.
"If you really are a Shinigami, then do you have any special powers?" Shizuo said, clutching his stomach. I did hurt him after all. He's got an incredibly strong body, I would've killed a normal person with that kind of force of my blow.
'Do I really have any other powers, besides being strong and healing really fast?' I tried to remember if I had some kind of sword, or a scythe for that matter. '… Wait, maybe I do.'"… Death's Scythe, come to me." I whispered out, closing my eyes. After a minute had pasted, I had a big metal rod in my hand. A scythe. My lips formed into a crazy smile again. I turned my back around, ready to strike the man before me at any second.
Shizuo's eyes were wide, but he said nothing. For some reason, I didn't really want to hurt him with my scythe. Lowering my scythe, I dropped it. Hearing the oh so soothing sound of metal meeting a concrete sidewalk, I slowly fell to the ground, and started crying again, the scythe disappearing while I was crying. A few minutes later, I felt someone pat me on the head.
"… I guess you really are a Shinigamiafter all, Kazumi." Shizuo said, sighing. His voice was more… relaxed then it was before. "I should've taken your words in the first place. You stopped my punch before I had even hit you."
I finally stopped crying, and looked at Shizuo. My frown turned into a genuine smile, not a insane crazy maniac smile. "Your forgot, I heal amazingly fast."
"You do? I hadn't even noticed, to be honest." Shizuo rubbed the back of his head.
"… Hey, can I really trust you?" I said, my face likely looking very serious right now.
"… Sure." Shizuo said, after a minute.
"Okay." I said, smiling again. I suddenly started to shiver again, I was really cold, likely because I was wet. I wanted something warm over me, but I don't think I lived anywhere. "If you don't mind me asking, but do you have an apartment or something?"
"… You mean you want to corporate and go back to Shinra's place, Kazumi?" Shizuo asked.
"I-I'd rather not. That red headed girl was giving off some kind of strange aura. It just made me feel strange." I said, shivering even more when I mentioned that girl. She had some sort of red aura around her. People like Shizuo gave off normal blue auras.
"… Errrg. Fine, come with me." Shizuo said, grunting. I couldn't tell if he was annoyed or not, but either way I listened to him and stood back up.
Upon arriving to his apartment, I noticed that I was extremely wet. Along with Shizuo. The entire walk to Shizuo's apartment felt really long, when it was only fifteen minutes. When I got inside, I wanted to collapse on his couch, but I had actual manners. Collapsing on other peoples properties while extremely wet was being really rude.
"Hey, uh… how about you go and take a shower before you catch something." Shizuo said, twisting his bartender suit so it'd dry out.
"I don't think I can catch flu's and that. But you can go first, if you want." I said, still shivering, but I was getting warmer now that I was in a warm place.
Shrugging, Shizuo went into the bathroom, while I sat on his floor, curling up into a ball trying to get warmer. After awhile, I noticed that I wasn't going to get any warmer with wet clothes on. I'm such a genius.
Standing back up, I took off my torn up skirt, and my torn up blouse. Much more better. My hair was still really wet, though. Twisting my hair a little, I hadn't noticed how long it was. My hair was near my knees. I made a reminder to myself to cut my hair, it was really annoying.
When Shizuo came out of the bathroom, he stopped walking when he noticed that I was in my underwear. Oops, at least I had a blue bra and panties on? They could've been white or something. Turning around, I wasn't sure if he was blushing or not, he pointed to the bathroom. "Uhhhh, you can get in there now."
"Thank you." I said, walking to the bathroom. Abit faster than normal. After I was done with my shower, I noticed a dry shirt hanging on the towel rack. Shizuo must've put it there while I was in the shower. It was way too big on me after I put it on, but at least it covered everything up. And at least it wasn't the torn uniform I had on.
Opening up Shizuo's cabinet, I searched for scissors. Luckily, he had some, but they looked like regular old scissors instead of styling scissors. Shrugging, I started to chop off my light blue hair all the way to my shoulders.
When I came out of the bathroom, Shizuo's eyes were wide. I didn't know if it was my hair, or the overly too big shirt he gave me. "Be honest; does my hair look bad?"
"I liked your longer hair." Shizuo grumbled out, looking mad at me.
"I had to cut it off. Long hair just annoys me too much. It gets in my way." I sighed out, sitting on Shizuo's couch with him. "I guess I'll be sleeping out here, huh?" I laughed, but it just sounded fake for some reason.
"I guess. If you really want to, that is." Shizuo said, not freaked out by my fake sounding laugh.
"Oh no, I'll sleep out here. I don't want to bother you." I said, laughing again. Only this time, I ended up doing half a laugh, because I passed out asleep on the couch. I guess I was really, really tired.