A.N ~ My first Durarara fanfic. I got the idea from the song "The Way She Feels" by Between The Trees.
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara or any of the characters used.
Not sure whether to rate this "T" or "M", aw well, we'll see later xD
13 year old Izaya Orihara looked at himself in the tall mirror in his father's room. He knelt by the mirror and began pulling at his face, this way and that, grabbing large chunks of long black hair.
Izaya flinched, remembering his parent's cruel words.
"..Ugly.." Izaya decided. What else could make them hate him so much? Izaya laughed at the mirror, as if teasing his own reflection. He envied his sisters. So beautiful, even at such a young age.
He stood from his place at the mirror, his face stoic, though inside he wanted to scream in pain.
He looked back at the clock.
His father would be home soon.
He gripped the edges of his sleeves practicing his fake smile in the mirror.
'Maybe he'll just go to sleep.' Izaya couldn't help but pray. He laughed as he did, 'there's no one there to hear you," the raven haired boy reminded himself, preparing for his father's arrival.
He left his father's room and made his way to his own sanctuary, crawling under the covers.
He heard from his own room, as his sisters greeted their father warmly. 'Maybe he'll leave me alone tonight." Izaya hoped as the footsteps became closer.
Izaya didn't know where he was going, all he knew was he wanted to escape. Escape everything.
He looked down at his hands, the hands that hurt people, the mouth that deceived and manipulated.
'You're not human.'
He flinched at that, finally deciding to stop at a small park. He hadn't been here before, but it was peaceful, quiet as the sun set over the horizon.
He found himself crawling under -what looked like - a penguin shaped slide and pressed his back against the side of the slide, where the sun didn't touch.
He pulled his knees to his chest, and wrapped his arms around his legs. How long could he stay here before they realized he was gone?
He pulled up his sleeves, inspecting the large purple mark on his wrist. He knew there were more on his chest and back, but he didn't care to look.
He looked down at his wrists, at the pale thin scars along his wrist. He looked inside his jacket pocket, pulling out a thin razor blade, and made another mark to match the others.
He smiled. It didn't hurt, not like it should. "Maybe I am a monster," he laughed almost maliciously as his blood stained the sand beneath him.
Izaya jumped at the sudden voice and looked up at the boy before him. He looked about the same age as Izaya, with dark brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. He flinched as the boy crawled under the slide with him and yanked at his arm to inspect his wound.
"Wh-What are y-you -"
"Only an idiot would do this to themselves." He snapped, pulling bandages out from his pocket, and began wrapping his arm to stop the bleeding.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't worry," he reassured him, "I do this all the time."
Izaya shook his head, "That's not what I meant. Why are you helping me?"
Izaya prided himself on his observation skills, but never in his life had he seen a human as anything but malicious and cruel. This was new, interesting.
The brunette shrugged. "It seemed like you needed it." He said bluntly as he finished bandaging the boy.
Izaya looked down at his wrist, then back at the boy.
"What are you doing here anyways? I haven't seen you around."
Izaya shrugged, "I wanted to be alone."
The brunette furrowed his brow. "Why?"
Izaya couldn't help but be annoyed at all his pointless questions, but answered none-the-less. "Because no one can love a monster." He noticed the boy flinch at his answer. "What?"
"Nothing." He said, shaking thoughts from his head. "You don't look very much like a monster."
Izaya smiled, sheilding his face from the brunette's view.
The boy pouted, patting Izaya on the head, earning a hard glare from the boy. "Hey, you lose the long hair and smile more often, I'm sure I would."
Izaya looked dumbstruck at the boy, and couldn't help but blush at his dumb grin.
The brunette ruffled his long raven locks and smiled, before crawling back out of the slide. "I gotta go." He told him.
"W-Wait." Izaya gripped the edge of his sleeve, causing him to turn back around. "What's your name?"
The brunette smiled, "Shizuo Heiwajima." He flashed him another brilliantly stupid looking smile before he disappeared.
A.N~ Hope you liked it, Review please~ and tell me what you think. I'll be uploading the first chapter in a few minuets.