Part of the twice-weekly Rally Drabbles.
The Red Sea
By – Hime no Ichigo
Story Type: Drabble
Summary: If that meant they could stay together, she wouldn't mind getting her hands dirtied with blood.
Disclaimer: Durarara! is the intellectual property of Narita Ryougo.
Spoilers: Anri's side of the story, but this isn't meant to be an accurate depiction of the novel verse either.
Notes: This is from this week's theme: "blood."
When she was little, she would shriek and panic at the sight of blood. Even when she had only scraped her knees and the bleeding was minimal, the red liquid that had somehow escaped from the cracks had always terrified her.
So when she came to possess Saika through such unorthodox means, it shook her up. There was so much blood everywhere, and the bleeding from the open wounds wasn't something she could just stop by putting absorbent materials over them. She wondered if this was her punishment for relying on her parents too much, and now it had been decided that she needed to grow independent.
Anri closed off her senses and emotions, falling into the role of a self-sufficient girl. Over time, she grew immune to her weak disposition to blood – she had to. Whether it was a cut from preparing food, or a papercut when dealing with school work, or a slip of the finger when mending her clothes – the droplets of blood didn't faze her at all now. Getting a bandage to cover up was as natural to her as breathing.
It was with the same unfeeling attitude that she approached Saika. The Japanese sword was nothing special on the outside, but they understood each other. When humanity had forsaken her, it was Saika who protected her, loved her.
If that meant they could stay together, she wouldn't mind getting her hands dirtied with blood.
- Owari -
Authoress' Notes: Anri, why are you so difficult to write about...