I do not own Durarara! Or its characters. This is a fan fiction made purely for the enjoyment of others. Before reading this story there are 2 things you should know;
#1 This story contains MALExMALE relationships.
If you do not like that sort of thing then this story is not for you.
#2 This story contains child abuse on a high level, if you have a problem with that then once again this story is not for you.
This is a story created by me and Kurgy. The main concept was developed by both her and I, so any credit for this story also goes to her.
"We can go to Russia Sushi for breakfast, ok?" I said, trying to redeem myself in whatever way I could.
He tch'd, softly, turning away from me as I reached for his shoulder. Come ON Izaya, really? How can he act so childish?
"Come on, you like that..what was it, Ootoro they've got there, right? I'll buy you some, I owe you anyway, right?"
I must be getting better with words. Izaya's shoulders drooped as he nodded his head in agreement.
"You better buy a lot of it." He muttered, heading upstairs to get ready.
Alright. Forget anything I said about things being awkward before now, cause this definitely blew all of it out of the water.
We walked down the streets of Ikebukuro as casually as possible, hardly even speaking, or even looking at one another. But that's not what made this awkward. Because all fucking eyes were on us, no matter where we went. And yes. It was PISSING me off.
"Shizu-chan…maybe we should just go back…" Izaya said solemnly.
My heart tugged painfully at the defeated look on his face, what the hell should I do now?
"Just…forget about these assholes." I said, quickening my pace as Izaya followed silently behind me.
I was getting down right pissed! What right did these people have to stare at us like this!
I turned around. "Look Iza- " before stopping immediately.
Izaya stood there, looking at his face while those little fuckers were taking pictures of him like he was some sort of side show freak!
"HEY!" I hollered, with the full intention of scaring that crap out of these people.
"Put those fucking phones away and get lost! You hear me!"
Within a matter of seconds they were gone, running for their lives at the thought of being crushed to death by whatever I just so happen to find lying around, in this case a parked car.
Izaya didn't move.
I stood in front of him awkwardly, scratching the back of my head as I thought of what to do next.
"Um…the palce is right over there, er, shouldn't we keep moving…"
I stared at him for a while, trying to figure out what he just said, and failing.
"What?" I asked, touching his arm lightly.
'This was a bad idea." He asid again, voice almost smaller. Almost.
My heart sank, realizing that I'm once again causing him deeo emotionally turmoil.
"Why?" I said, trying to be the one to stay calm here.
"Tch, you're so stupid Shizu-chan. Don't you remember what happened yesterday?"
I thought it over for a moment, my face paling upon the realization of what he was talking about.
"Izaya…I'm sorry, I wasn't hinking…"
He stuffed his hands into his pockets angrily.
"No, you weren't. Just what do you think would happen if we were to run into Dotachin now? How would I explain all of…that." He said, tears beginning to collect in the corners of his eyes.
Damn it Shizuo. Why cant you ever just fucking think things through.
I'm so sorry for such a short chapter. my computer is out of whack. I don't really have much to say now, but I gotta ask, how many of you out there are still into the Durarara fandom? I'm beginning to feel very alone…