#erika karisawa x reader

[chickensoup-4-mysoul]

herculean(drrr x f!reader) - chapter 1

chapter 1 - Warm Welcome

synopsis: (Y/N) Brigall. An aspiring fashion student far from home, visiting the rousing Ikebukuro to study the distinguished styles that the city has to offer. It's clear to those around her that she most definitely came to the wrong place. 

But unbeknownst to even herself, she's exactly where she's meant to be.

word count: 4,158

A/N: hello! this is actually a story that i have on ao3 under chickensoup4mysoul, i wanted to transfer it to this blog :) i’ll be posting individual/lumped chapters here, but you can find the rest over there!

warnings: minor violence, attempted kidnapping

"i got a taste of the good life, i was feelin' alright and i was in the backseat, it was a long day i was in a taxi on the cross island parkway,, good life - sammy rae & the friends

Despite it being well into the night, the subway was still pretty full. Many men and women returning from a tiring day at work, some preparing for a grueling night shift, others getting ready for a night on the town. Your grip on the pole tightens as everything suddenly skids to a stop, the doors of the small space opening. You are one of the first to leave, itching to free yourself from the tight confines of the train car. After all, you had been crammed into nothing but tight spaces for the past numerous hours; a plane, taxi, busses, and a couple of subway stations. While there had to be a quicker way to complete the journey to Ikebukuro, you didn't mind gaining experience in traveling. If you were going to be living here for a year, you needed to know how to get around!

        On the other hand, the presence of just as many people in the station didn't give you much more room to breathe. You know what? You'll get used to it. This is a city! An excited buzz seemed to overtake you at the reminder of where exactly you were. 

Ikebukuro. A big city as city-like as cities could get, yet still so underrated where you were from. You had only been familiar with the exact location for a short while before you actually moved there. 

        Weaving through the labyrinth of individuals, you became increasingly aware of how everyone seemed to blend together. A blur of beige skin tones varying in darkness and lightness, arrays of wardrobes combined into a muted color scheme. You briefly wondered how much you, a visitor, stood out. Perhaps your choice of dress didn't do much to help.

        Your platform sandals clicked against the tile of the subway station as you made a beeline for the exit. Of course, comfort was important when traveling, but not at the expense of style. A pair of striped culottes and an adorably lettuce-trimmed tank-top did the trick. A classic juxtaposition of a simply styled intricate pattern and an intricately styled, solid color. With some cute chunky jewelry as accessories, you had put together quite the ensemble for your first night in the bustling city.

        Despite the independent course of study you had taken, you couldn't doubt that you had quite the knack for fashion. A knack that you were sure could lead to a wonderful career. The plan was to attend university, solidify your studies, and gain some connections that would kickstart your profession as perhaps a consultant? Designer? However, you decided that before that, you should take a gap year to expand your horizons. After all, you had only explored the world of fashion available at your fingertips through magazines and the internet. Even with your affluence, your father had never found much use in petty vacationing.

Ah, father.

A smile of adoration overtook your face. Your beloved father. A wealthy man who took you under his wing when you were an infant and raised you singlehandedly. Even though his scientific studies greatly pre-occupied him, he always ensured that you were well-taken care of. Even now, as you are so far away, he's providing abundant financial support for your pursuit of your dreams. 

So loving, so generous. Your heart swells at the thought.

A pleasant chill racks your body as your skin meets the cool night air. Now this was the feeling that you were looking forward to. While still crowded with life, you now had the beautiful night sky, accentuated by the towering skyline. 

The journey to your apartment was a bit of a walk from the subway station. However, you'd be damned if you were going to run straight inside after being couped up for so many hours. Looking at the directions on your phone, you walk away from where it instructs, opting to follow the cluster of light that you hoped was some sort of shopping center.

In terms of cities that never sleep, Ikebukuro gave New York a run for its money. The plaza buzzed with the chatter of numerous conversations. Unlike the subway station, there was thankfully a bit more space as people passed you in different directions. You treat yourself to a short walk, figuring you deserved it. Peeking at different storefronts as you pass, you take note of the places that interest you. A cute bakery, a pet store, a gift shop, and--oooo you would definitely need to explore that clothing store!! 

You catch a glimpse of one of the mannequins and your heart has been won. You can already picture a million ways to style those pieces. Although, your wardrobe was extensive enough and you shouldn't waste father's funds...

Aw, what the heck. It was for your studies after all!

You are face to face with what feels like a wall of stone, scarcely cushioned by draping fabric.

"E-excuse me, I'm sorry!" You back up from the wall, looking up to profusely apologize to your victim.

"Is no problem! Place is full of people, best to watch where you are going." He smiles down at you. Far, far down.

Even with such a friendly disposition, there is an obvious aura of power surrounding him. However, any fear you would feel towards him is stifled by his adorable accent. Seems like you weren't the only foreigner after all.

"Of course, you're right. May I ask, would you happen to have been...er... born somewhere else?"

The dark-skinned man beams, seeming proud to answer such an awkward question. "Yes! I come from Russia. You are new face. Not from here either, I am correct?"

You laugh bashfully, discomforted by how seemingly obvious it was. "You caught me! This is my first time in Japan and I'm checking out the area."

"Ah, could not tell! Your Japanese, it is very good. Better than mine."

A sense of pride and relief washes over you. As part of the preparation process to move here, you obviously had to pick up some Japanese lessons. Luckily, you were assigned a great teacher that helped you understand the language. It was one of your main anxieties that you wouldn't be able to communicate with people, but it seems like you're doing better than you had anticipated! You beam gratefully at the man.

He catches you eyeing the flyers he's holding and immediately pushes one into your face. You take it from him, immediately taking note of the words "Russia's Sushi" written crudely in Japanese.

"You are by yourself, yes? I can assure that Russia's Sushi is the best place in town! Good when you are hungry, or when you need help with anything," his demeanor suddenly shifts, his gaze sobering in a matter of seconds, "Anything at all."

"O-oh, thank you! I will definitely visit the next time I'm in the area." You're put off by the abrupt change in atmosphere. 

"Soon, da?" Uuuuh, you feel threatened.

"Da! Soon, very soon!" You begin walking, deciding now was the time to continue on your way. "It was nice meeting you!"

It was only after you turned away from his kind smile and wave that you realized you didn't get his name, nor did you give him yours. You shrug it off, deciding not to worry about it. He's always gonna be at the sushi place, isn't he? You could find him later, no problem. 

Just a couple more minutes, you promise yourself, as you walk past one last strip of storefronts. As you approach the window of a comic book store, you're startled when the door swings open. Two walking stacks of manga emerge in front of you.

Wait, not manga. Their faces are obscured, but you can identify a woman in a long black dress and a man in a blue hoodie. They each seem to have put too many eggs in one basket, teetering back and forth to handle the weight of towers of books. 

"You sure this is all of them, Erika? We had to search every aisle of this place!" the presumed male asks.

"Of course, Yumacchi! All 50 copies of Super Tragic High School Life. Can't believe they tried to hide them."

You feel faintly guilty for eavesdropping on their conversation, but they're walking just ahead of you as you all head in the same direction. As they continue their chatter--sounded like there was some sort of special edition hidden in this series of books and they were deadset on finding it--you notice that their loads are becoming gradually harder to carry, swaying and tilting. Suddenly, the boy moves too sharply, upsetting the balance and causing his stack to tumble over.

Only a few steps behind, you scurry ahead to his side, reaching up and pushing the stack back into place before the damage is done. 

"Woah, thanks! That was a close one." The boy's face is still obscured as the he expresses his gratitude.

"No problem, it'd be painful to see so many books in mint-condition be ruined-woah!" You push back another unsteady book with your fingertips, barely reacting in time to catch it. "You wouldn't need help carrying those by any chance, would you?"

Even with their faces covered, the pair turn to each other and seem to engage in some sort of silent communication. After a moment, they turn back to you.

You follow them through the streets of Ikebukuro, having lightened a third of each of their loads. It was a wonder how they were able to find their way around; even with you helping, the stacks still reached the top of their heads.

"Took you guys long enough! And what are you doing with all that crap?" 

The presence of a new voice startles you. It was laidback and reminded you of a teenager's, not too different from the youthfulness of your companions'. You must have reached your destination. As Erika(?) explains how hard their escapade was, you hear the sound of a trunk opening before your stack is suddenly taken out of your hands. It was the man (Yumacchi?), who placed it next to the other two stacks they had stored in the back of a van.

Without any books in the way, you see that the man is blonde. It's hard to place how old he really is, his face carrying a youthful gleam, but not completely absent of mischief. His eyes are slanted and there seems to be a mystery as to what color they really are. 

"Wha-? Woah!!" As he turned back to face you, his face seemed to light up in surprise.

Nevermind, they are a lovely shade of amber. In a flash, you are face-to-face with the energetic duo. The girl, you notice, wore a black cap over dark, braided hair. Her dark eyes shined with the same excitement as her partner's. They were both cuties, you did admit, but you were more occupied with the invasion of your personal space.

"You're a foreigner!" they exclaim in unison. WOW OKAY was it THAT big of a deal?

"Hey hey, Yumacch! Doesn't she totally give off Michiko vibes?"

"You're absolutely right, Erika! Definitely the same exotic, fashionable vibe..."

You're not sure how you feel about being called "exotic", nor do you have any idea who this "Michiko" character is. Unsure of how to respond to their aggressive advances, you smile bashfully. Their faces are suddenly pulled away from you, a pair of heavy hands yanking them back by the shoulders.

"Hey, knock it off! Quit scarin' people with your crazy talk." Another new voice joins the fray. Gravelly and masculine, and honestly making you feel some type of way.

Your savior is a taller, tan-skinned man. He's dressed unobtrusively, his dark green jacket and jeans doing very little to catch the eye. A beanie cuts off some of his face, but you can still make out intense, dark eyes and a stern expression. Erika immediately whines at him for being no fun. Your ears perk at the name "Dotachin" and you wonder if it's some sort of nickname. A small distance behind him is another man, possibly the owner of the teenager's voice. His brown hair is long in length and he dons a swanky vest on top of a button-up. You muster up a sort of appreciation for his rustic sense of style.

"Sorry about those two. Judging from their pestering, doesn't seem like you’re a friend of theirs." 

“Nope! Just a random stranger off of the streets,” you jest, and relish in his apparent amusement at the statement, “I’m (Y/N)! If it hasn’t been made clear, I am visiting from out-of-town. Just arrived in Ikebukuro tonight. You’re...Dotachin, right?”

You are proud of yourself for not bursting out into laughter at the way his face contorts in a matter of seconds. The others do not extend the same courtesy, snickering at his annoyance. You can’t help but notice the glare that he sends Erika.

“Uh...no. Please. Never call me that. Kyohei‘s fine.” His eye seems to twitch for a moment and you feel a little bad. A little. “The two idiots are Walker and Erika. Guy over there is Saburo.”

Ah, so Yumacchi was a nickname as well. The two offenders are currently flipping through the manga, obviously too impatient to hold off their search. Sparing a glance at the blonde, you ponder the Western nature of his name. Erika, seeming to have calmed down, addresses you with a smile.

“So, it’s your first night here, huh? You’ve gotta be crazy to be walking around by yourself,” Erika comments, oblivious to the offensive implication of her words. You shrug, not really blaming her.

“I mean, it’s a big city, so I understand some risks but surely nothing could be any worse than what we deal with back home!” You intend to laugh it off, but the others don’t seem to share the same sentiment.

“You got color gangs back home? Kidnappings down the street?” Saburo remarks from his place against the van.

“A vicious slasher?” Erika chimes in.

“Full-out brawls in the plaza? Oooo, how about a headless rider?” Walker.

Nothing strikes you more than pure bewilderment. Of course, there was a fair share of activity where you grew up, but you were admittedly sheltered from all of it. Seems like there was a lot more to this city than you had initially thought.

“You seem like the kind of person that avoids trouble.” You feel a strong, warm hand on your shoulder and realize that it’s Kyohei’s. He seems to pull it away upon eye contact and you miss it immediately. “As long as you’re smart, you can probably steer clear of all of that.”

You smile and thank him, inwardly relieved that you had found people to tell you all of this.

“Well, I guess I should head home in that case. Wouldn’t wanna run into anything!”

“Where are you staying?” Kyohei asks. You unlock your phone to pull up the location of your apartment. However, you curse at the realization that you had gone very far off-route. Erika and Kyohei peek over your shoulder and notice your dilemma.

“We’ll give you a ride back!” Erika wasn’t offering, but outward stating. Kyohei nodded in agreement and Saburo was already starting the van up again, seemingly unbothered by the task. Welp, no reason to refuse at this point. Not like you were eager to trek back on your own, either.

“Let’s go then, and get out of this damn cold.” Kyohei gestures to the corduroy jacket you had tucked under your arm, “Don’t understand how you can just walk around carrying that jacket like an accessory. How are you not freezing your ass off?”

Compared to the van gang(that’s what you're calling them now, you’ve decided) you’re definitely more scarcely covered in your tank top and sandals. The weather had no bearing on you though, and whatever excruciating cold Kyohei was talking about was just a pleasant chill to you. 

Walker and Erika squeeze into the back, reaching back from their seats to search through more copies of the manga. You squeeze in with them, right behind Saburo in the driver's seat. The two otakus are preoccupied, leaving you to engage in small talk with the men in the front.

Kyohei is polite, asking you simple questions about how your traveling went, if you had made any other friends (You hide your grin at the word "other"), and what had brought you to Ikebukuro. You appreciate the effort, answering accordingly and avoiding oversharing. Saburo and Kyohei chuckle at the mention of a really burly, dark-skinned Russian man who, despite his open demeanor, couldn't help but be intimidating.

"Sounds like Simon, alright," Saburo comments.

"No need to worry about him. Dude hates violence. If anything, you'll want him on your side," Kyohei explains.

You hum, fiddling with the folded flier in your pocket. "Is the sushi any good?"

A huff. Probably his attempt at stifling a laugh, whatever it was, you're kind of charmed by it. "It's...good for what you pay for it."

Not exactly the most promising answer, but you'll take it. Price isn't necessarily something you need to worry about, but it seems like the place holds sentimental value. You decide that you would visit, especially if this group seems to frequent the place.

You continue giving Kyohei your life story, explaining your passion for fashion and how you came to Ikebukuro to explore the bold, nuanced styles of the city. You notice Kyohei quirk a brow at this and he even glances back at you.

"'Nuanced', huh? Why not somewhere cozier, like France? That's, like, a capital, right?"

A simper overtakes your lips at his attempt at understanding the topic. "France is overrated. I wanted somewhere where the fashion wasn't necessarily for the sake of fashion, y'know? Like, Saburo didn't wake up this morning and say: 'I'm gonna wear this snazzy vest today, because that's what Sedgwick would have wanted.' He probably just wore it because it was the first thing he spotted in his closet--and that's candid, and that's valid." 

"Um...thanks?"

"And that's what makes Ikebukuro such a fashion hotspot!!"

Your rant doesn't stop there, but Kyohei respectfully listens. It's nothing he hasn't experienced with Erika and Walker's manga obsessions or Saburo's Ruri Hijiribe fixation. Still, there was something about your sense of wonder, the many things you seemed to be looking forward to--in Ikebukuro, of all places--that rubbed him the wrong way.

...

"You seem smart, you can probably steer clear of all that." Kyohei grimaces at Erika's embarrassing attempt at an imitation of his voice. 

"How macho of you, Kyohei! Sounds like something the wounded warrior hero says to the girl that he secretly harbors feelings for, but doesn’t reveal them to keep her safe!” Even in the small space, Walker still finds a way to gesture in excitement, definitely almost hitting Erika in the face.

“Right?? Dotachin saw a lovely young damsel in distress and knew he had to protect her!”

“Shut up, willya?” 

As they drove away from (Y/N)’s dropoff point, the new visitor was still a topic of conversation. Mainly, how “macho hero” Kyohei was towards her. Granted, it wasn't unusual behavior for the man, but the pair of Otakus would not just ignore his acts of chivalry, towards a young woman, no less.

“Hey, Saburo.”

The driver hums, joining Kyohei in blatantly ignoring the foolishness occurring in the seats behind them.

“I’ve heard a lot of things about Ikebukuro, but nothing about it being a fashion hotspot.”

“Yeah, me neither. Sounds like bullshit to me.”

Kyohei stares at the rapidly moving passerby, deep in thought. Whatever this girl was here for, she certainly did not come to the right place. The idea of people so naive walking straight into the ticking time bomb that is Ikebukuro troubled him, and that wasn’t just regarding (Y/N).

He heaved a sigh, dismissing the unnecessarily convoluted thoughts about someone he had just met. It would be fine, he decided. It was just another random citizen, one who didn’t seem like the type to get wrapped up in the sort of trouble that plagues the city.

What’s the worst a fashion student could get sucked into?

...

Besides being stylish, your platform sandals were also the perfect level of comfort for a long day of travel. Even when you were walking for such a long time through the plaza, not once were you complaining about your feet being sore or tired.

Yeah, walking was great! Running? Not so much.

That was the main thought spiraling through your head as you all but sprinted through different alleyways.

You thanked your new friends one last time before sliding out of the vehicle. After they drove off, you turned to look up at your apartment building. However, you immediately noticed something strange. 

The structure in front of you was not nearly tall enough to be any sort of apartment. You checked the GPS on your phone and realized that you had gotten off on the wrong side of the street. Looking closer, you could catch a glimpse of a much taller building, a small distance behind the building in front of you. You heave a sigh as you realize how long it would take to reach it.

As you walk down the sidewalk, you notice an opening between two of the buildings. It turns out to be an alleyway, most likely leading to the other side of the street. You turn without hesitation or second-thought, distracted by the c onvenience of the shortcut. 

You quickly realize that the alley isn't a straight shoot to the other side and have to turn in a different direction. In an attempt to return to your intended route you turn again. And again. and again. 

So it turns out it wasn't just one building standing between you and sweet, sweet relaxation, but actually 2 or 3. Frustration begins to build as you only seem to get more and more lost. 

"This is ridiculous, I should be in bed by now! Just how late is it?" You think to yourself, taking a quick break to check the time on your phone.

"Not very smart to be wandering this late at night, is it, young lady?"

It was a wonder how you were able to dodge the bat that was swung in your direction. After that lucky break, you immediately tumbled in another direction, desperate to avoid your assailant. However, as soon as you thought you could shake him off, another man appeared in pursuit of you as well.

"Dammit, she's fast!" You hear from behind you, and you realize that a third has joined the fray.

Your sandals aren't comfortable, no, but they don't deter your speed. The different walls and turns become a blur to you as you sprint past, desperately trying to find a way out of the apparent labyrinth you've walked into. 

As you round another corner, you collide with someone else; one of the men that were chasing you. He crumbles to the ground as you stagger backwards, nursing the sting of your forehead. Your back comes in contact with another, small body and a pair of weak arms wrap around you.

"H-Here! She's here!"

The third musketeer appears and your victim, a stout, unkempt man, sluggishly picks himself up from the ground. They are all terribly out of breath, and its pretty obvious that they're out of shape. A tall, lanky man with glasses approaches you, the bat in his hand indicates that he was the one who threw the first blow.

He's seething, infuriated by the chase, his teeth grinding and eyes on fire. He raises the bat and your breath is caught in your throat. The weapon remains suspended in the air, ready to deal damage. After a moment, he deflates, a sinister chuckle seeming to rise from the deepest parts of him.

"You've caused us a lot of trouble, you know that?" The bat falls to his side, he holds out his other hand to the chubby man beside him. You twitch, noticing the quivering frailness of the arms that were locking you in place. The boy holding you couldn't have been much older than you were, of college age.

"Unluckily for you, we're not gonna end it for you so easily." He's been handed a cloth. After watching his friend douse it in liquid from a bottle, you don't want it anywhere near you. "With where you're going? You're gonna wish you'd died here..."

It's so dark now, you can't imagine how late it's gotten. All you can see now are the glints in his glasses, and the cloth descending upon you.

The glints of glasses. The feeling of helplessness. Shrinking under the eyes of someone who has no sympathy for you. Whatever happened to you, it didn't matter to them.

The corner of your mouth twitches. It feels familiar.

That's funny.

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[hex6rcist]

hello!! could i request general fluffy/relationship headcanons for izaya, erika, and kyohei? thank you! ❤️

Absolutely! I love these cuties. 

Izaya isn’t exactly the fluffiest guy around, but if he’s willing to be in a relationship with you he’s got a soft spot. Some might think that he’d only date someone if he thought you could be useful to him but that’s not giving the guy enough credit. Letting someone be that close to him leaves him pretty vulnerable and he’s not so willing to be vulnerable around someone he doesn’t care care about just a little. 

That being said he’s pretty hot and cold towards you. He’ll switch wildly between calling you cheeky nicknames and completely ignoring you in favor of his computer. He’ll never reject any affection you any to give him though. He loves watching his cute little human pine for him. 

Izaya will tease you endlessly just to make you blush. He loves how you look when you’re flustered. He doesn’t push you too much though, he only wants you to be mildly uncomfortable. If he thinks he pushed it too far he’ll ease up and caress your face in an attempt to ease the burn of your cheeks and press a kiss to your head for being a good sport. 

Don’t you dare tell anyone ever but Izaya loves to be the little spoon. He just feels os warm and secure in your arms it lulls him right to sleep. And if you press kisses to the back of his neck or shoulder he’s a puddle. 

He actually loves it if his s/o is just as tricky as him. You’re just full of surprises. It takes a lot to throw a man like him off guard and if you can do it he’s in love. His condition only becomes worse when you laugh at his surprised face. He loves your laugh. 

Erika’s favorite romantic trope in manga is friends to lovers, so it’s how she tends to go about romance in general. If she thinks she’s romantically interested in someone she works really hard to become good friends with them so that she can woo them later on. So when you and Erika are together finally you’re dating your best friend. 

She loves her s/o’s chest, it doesn’t matter if you’re male, female, nb she loves to just bury her face in your chest. If she feels a little frisky she might nip at the thin skin of your sternum playfully and listen to you yelp. 

She loves to play wrestle with her partner. If she comes to see you and finds you asleep on the couch she will 100% throw herself on top of you and start tickling your sides. This will often end up with the 2 of you falling onto the floor where she’ll attempt to put you in some kind of hold where she still has the ability to plant kisses on you. If you try to seek revenge though she’ll yell about how unfair it is.

Her favorite way to wake up however is when you pull her in nice and close and sprinkle kisses all over her face. She’ll be giggling before she even opens her eyes. Erika will put her hands on your cheeks and squish them while blowing a raspberry. 

Erika’s favorite way to relax is by taking a bath with you. Not just a regular bath either a fancy one. She gets nice smelling bath bombs, bubble bath, candles, and she’ll set up her laptop at a safe distance so you can both watch a movie. If you’re up for it she’ll also really want to do face masks. It’s really an event to her.

Top priority here: wear this man’s clothes. He loves to see you walking around in his jacket or shirts, especially if they’re too big on you. He thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world. If you put a show on about it and flounce around a lot he’ll blush pretty easily.  

He actually blushes easily in general. Kiss him on the cheek or nose? Big blush. Call him handsome? Big blush. Comment on how strong he is? Big blush. And how could you resist? He’s really just too cute when his face is all red. 

Kyouhei calls you babe so much you almost think he’s forgotten your name entirely. But he quells that concern easily when he comes up behind you and pulls you close against his chest before whispering your name huskily in your ear. He’s gotta make you blush too so he can get back at you. 

He’s an extremely supportive partner so he shows a lot of interests in your interests in hobbies. All of his friends have their own niche interests so he’s pretty used to it. He thinks that being involved in your life is the best way to show you he cares. 

Kyouhei’s favorite moments are when he makes it home to you safe after a rough night and you just hold on to him. It makes his heart ache to worry you but he loves finally feeling safe in your arms and kissing you deeply. He knows one day he might not make it back one day so he wants to treasure every little moment he does have. 

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[thewitchandthebeasthimself]

The Witch and The Beast Himself: Chapter 13

[So I’ve decided I’m going to end this fanfic at chapter 20 then move on to a brand new Durarara related fanfic. There’s only going to be mentions of Shizuo during these next couple of chapters, but a lott of plot development! Enjoy! <3]

As promised, I was released from the hospital the next day, and I couldn't have been more ecstatic to finally be out of there. Upon leaving the hospital, I made a promise to myself that until Izaya is caught I will not let my guard down and that I will keep barriers up wherever I go until he is dealt with once and for all.

Erika and the van gang, with the exception of Walker, swung by to pick me up from the hospital and took me back to my apartment. Erika talked my ear off almost the whole way there.

“I’m so excited you’re finally out!” She pipped excitedly. “Did ya hear there’s an anime con coming up in the next couple of weeks?”

“No I didn’t,” I said, finally giving her my ears. Anime cons always sounded so exciting here; it’d actually be really fun to go to one. “Where is it going to be?”

“It’s going to be at the Sunshine City Convention Center!” She said excitedly. “You should go with us! Everyone from my cosplay group is going to be there, it’ll be a lot of fun!”

"I’m sure it will be!” I said. “Do you know who you’re going to go as?”

“We decided that we were going to group cosplay as the girls from Angel Beats!” Erika said. “I’m for sure going as Yuri, Kanai wants to go as Yui, Azusa wants to go as Shiina, so… is there anyone from Angel Beats that you wanna cosplay?”

“Is Kanade taken by anyone?” I asked.

“Actually, no she isn’t!” Erika’s jaw seemed to drop as she thought about it. “You’d be so perfect as her, (your name)! You two are actually kind of alike in a way! All you need is her outfit, a wig that matches her hair, and some matching contacts! Oooh this’ll be so exciting!”

“Yeah I can't wait!” I said excitedly with her. “I'll have to order my costume online as soon as I get home, do you think it would be here in time before the con?”

“It should be,” she said.

“Well I am definitely attending this!” I said excitedly. I noticed that Kyohei and Saburo were quiet the entire time I've been in the van with them.

“Hey, you guys have been quiet up there, are you two okay?”

“Yep, we were just letting you have your little nerd fest back there.” Saburo teased.

“So have you thought about how you're going to deal with Izaya yet?” Kyohei asked, changing the conversation.

“We've been brainstorming,” I said.

“Okay,” Kyohei replied, resting his elbow on the window as we rode to my apartment. “What exactly is he planning? Why did he even attack you in the first place?”

“Celty still thinks its because of my relationship with Shizuo,” I stated. “So now that he sees him happy, he can't stand it; so he's going after the both of us.”

“Ugh, this is pointless, Izaya.” he pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. “Well, you already know that if you need help from us then you can call Erika.”

“Yep I do, you guys are awesome,” I said thankfully.

“Heh no problem at all.” he said. We came to a stop as we pulled up to my apartment.

“Off ya go!” Saburo said as he parked.

“You gonna be alright by yourself in there?” Kyohei said as I got out of the van.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I said as he rolled down his window to talk to me. “I’m probably gonna see if I could go work for a bit, I need the money.”

“We thought you lost your job.” Erika said out of the open van door.

“No, Shizuo went up to my job and told them what happened, and apparently they told him that I can return to work when I felt better.” I said.

“Oh okay, well we’ll come by sometime!” Erika clapped her hands together. “Also, don’t forget to order your costume for the anime con!” she said as she shut the van door.

“We’re gonna head out, be careful out there, okay?” Kyohei warned.

I nodded to him and waved before they drove off. Something did seem a bit off about him as he spoke to me, so I gave it some thought on the way up the steps to my apartment. I noticed that his energy gave off a genuine concern for me. I didn’t notice it before but he also gave off an energy to me that he had had a very recent incident that shaped him into who he is now, a more kind and caring soul that seeks to help others through their troubles much like he himself had experienced in the past. I wonder if…  

...Car accident ...  the buzzwords rang through my head as I thought about what that could’ve been.

Huh, my intuition is never wrong, I thought as I unlocked the door. Maybe he feels like he needs to be a bit more protective over me because he also had a traumatic accident much like I had recently? I guess it made sense for him to be that way. Especially since I’ve heard that he was looked up to by a lot of people here.

I decided not to give it much more thought as I stepped inside of my apartment and locked the door behind me. The place was still kind of a mess because of Izaya’s invasion; some of my books were strewn on the ground, my box of supplies that I kept in my room was drug out into the living room and pilfered through. I sighed as I cleaned up the mess and put everything back in it’s place. I brought a dragonsblood incense into the living room and lit it, sticking the other end into the burner. I breathed in the refreshing smell of the incense, the sensation I felt as I exhaled instantly calming me.  Despite the mess in my living room, I didn’t realize how much I missed this place until I stepped through the door and came into contact with the familiar sights and smells of my ingredients, incense, crystals, and herbs. All of these things were my own, and that was not going to change, no matter who tried to invade my personal life.

After cleaning up the mess, I brought my laptop into the living room and set it down on the coffee table so that I could order my Kanade Tachibana outfit, wig, and contacts. I opted for an outfit that was a size bigger than what I’m used to wearing, because I knew it would probably fit me best.

I chuckled to myself as I placed the order for the cosplay set. Who knew that a witch such as myself was also into cosplaying? I guess it would seem a bit odd to some, but for me, this was my chosen lifestyle.

Next, I closed my laptop and brought out some ingredients to prepare my protection spell. I also pulled out my Book of Shadows and pen to aid me in creating the perfect spell to keep out the likes of Izaya.

I flipped through my book to a clean page and wrote in the header, Protection Spell.

Underneath of it, I wrote out some columns geared towards helping me build the spell.

Astral candle:

Day candle:

Moon phase:

Hour:

Intention:

Crystals:

According to the old ways, how you used each of these columns are very important when it came to spell building. “Astral candle” is a candle that I will associate to the target’s star sign.

Now that I thought about it, I never got to know him well enough to even know what his birthday is. I picked up my phone to text Celty,

 [ Hey, I know this might be weird, but would you happen to know what Izaya’s birthday is? I’m preparing a spell.]

I waited a few moments before she texted me back, saying,

  [Shinra might know, let me ask him.]

I set my phone down so continue building the spell. “Day candle” is the day of the week that would be best to perform this spell on and an associated candle color. I had a whole list written down in my Book of Shadows that allowed me to easily look this up. After finding the direct association, I found that this spell would best be performed on a Tuesday and its color association would be red. I flipped to the page I was writing my spell down on and wrote Tuesday (red)  next to “day candle:”. I felt a buzz come from my phone to see the text back from Celty:

 [ Shinra said it’s May 4th.]

  [ Okay thanks, I’ll explain what I’m doing the next time I see you. ]

 [ Just be careful. ] Celty texted back.

I set the phone down so that I could finish preparing the spell. Celty just told me that Izaya’s birthday is on May 4th, meaning that he is a Taurus. I found in my Book of Shadows that the astral candle I would pick for him would be a red candle. I made note of this next to “astral candle:”. Next to “moon phase:”, I wrote “waning”, meaning that I would perform this spell on a waning moon phase, because waning moon phases are best for performing protection spells or spells where you are trying to get closure on something big.

I found that the best time of the day to perform this spell would be at 10 P.M. because that time would best be suited for my intention. I noted that next to “Hour:”. For my intention, I wrote, “Protection from Izaya Orihara, no matter where this spell is cast”. And finally, after skimming through one of my crystal books, I wrote down “smokey quartz”, “amethyst”, and “obsidian” next to “crystals;”. I figured it’d probably best to go ahead and prepare the written part of the spell next, but then decided against it since I’ve been great at coming up with the words in the midst of performing a spell. I looked over what I had written, marked the page by bending the top left corner of the page down, then closed the book. I took a breath out, relieved the building part of the spell is over. For me, preparing the spell is usually the most time consuming part of spell working, but proves to be very effective if I plan out what I’m going to do before I do it.

I set my books down on the coffee table next to my laptop and went into my room to change into my work clothes.

Hopefully they’ll let me back in since I was gone for so long , I thought. I grabbed my keys, walked out the front door and closed it behind me, locking it. For extra, but temporary protection, I took a deep breath in, imagined the color red and a shield over my door. I let it out, allowing the image I seen in my head to manifest in front of me. A transparent shield covered the front door of my apartment, which will hold until I return from work.

After shielding my front door, I felt a familiar suppressed energy to my left. I look over to find Anri coming out of her apartment too. She wore her black hoodie dress that showed off her surprisingly curvy figure rather well.

“Oh hey, Anri,” I smiled. She turned to face me, her eyes widening.

“(your name)!” Anri gasped, “When did you get out of the hospital?”

“Today, actually,” I said.

“Really? And you’re going to work? Shouldn’t you stay home?”

“I mean, I feel fine right now so I figured I should go work for a bit to catch up on rent and what not.” I said, rubbing my left side where I was stabbed. It only seemed to hurt whenever I made sudden sharp movements, which I decided that I would be careful on.

“Okay, if you think you’re okay then go for it.” Anri shrugged. “Well, I have to go, I’ll talk to you later.” She bowed to me then walked past me down the steps.

“See ya.” I walked down the steps behind her to head off to work. As she began to turn in the opposite direction that I was going, I suddenly remembered about the day I was stabbed, the shadowy figure that attacked Izaya, and how Shizuo referred to it as “Saika girl”.

If she isn’t too busy I should probably ask her about it before she takes off, I thought.

“Hey Anri!” I called out to her.

She turned around to look at me. “Hmm?”

“Are you super busy?”

“Well I was going to go meet up with one of my friends, but that’s not too important at the moment, I guess, What is it?”

“I need to talk to you about something, would you mind to walk with me to work? I’ll make you a free coffee.”

“Um okay, sure,” She walked up to me and fell in step with me as we walked down our quiet street to the coffee shop.

“So what is it?” Anri asked.

“I’m just curious about something.” I began. “Shizuo called you ‘Saika girl’ and said that you were the one that stopped Izaya the day he stabbed me, do you have any idea what that means?”

“Oh, ummm…” She appeared hesitant to answer me, and upon asking her I thought I could sense a… very… hungry, evil, and obsessive energy coming off of her. It felt very strange since she normally somehow suppresses her energy; it's almost as if it decided to seep through for a split second upon my questioning. Is this why she does so? I honestly can’t ever imagine her being associated to the energy I just felt.

I heard her grunt, but she didn’t answer my question.

“Anri? Are you hiding something? Something… unnatural?”

She hung her head down slightly and frowned as we walked, as if she felt ashamed and embarrassed.

“If you are, its okay. I could feel it, and I can understand why you don’t want anyone knowing about it.”

She remained unresponsive. I felt kind of horrible, as if I were interrogating her.

“I’m sorry, if you don’t want to talk about it then I understand. If it makes you feel any better, I’m not exactly a human either.” I leaned in towards her to half-whisper, “I’m a witch.”

I caught her eyes widen at my revelation, but she still did not look up or ask about it. Unsure of what to do, I moved back from her and said, “I know it may not seem like it since I got myself stabbed, but this is who I’ve been since I was a little girl. I could demonstrate some of my power, but I’ve already had enough suspicion of that online.”

“I know what you are.” She said hastily as she finally spoke.

“You what?” I looked up, confused, “How?”

“Saika told me when it had first sensed you,” she looked up at me to finally meet my gaze. “One of the reasons I brought you cookies that day was because Saika and I were curious of you. ”

“Oh,” I said, slightly confused. “So what exactly is Saika then? Is it, like, a voice in your head or something? I can tell that it’s very strong and that you have to keep it suppressed.”

“You’re right,” Anri said. She looked down as she held up her hand. Suddenly, it appeared as if the tip of a blade flew up out of the palm her hand. The blade that she showed me had a very distinct silver glow to it, just like the shadowy figure had. The blade literally had its own red aura.

“Whoa!” I said, a bit taken back. So it was her! I was fascinated by her strange power, but something else had also came to mind upon seeing it.

“Wait a minute, that blade kind of tiny. The figure that I seen that night had a whole katana.”

“This is it,” she said. “This is only a piece of it so that I could show it to you. This is a demon blade called Saika.” The blade then seeped back into the palm of her hand as she put her hand down. “It has an obsession with loving the human race. Where we express our fondness through words and actions such as hugging or kissing, it can’t love like us because it is a sword, so it loves by cutting humans and making them it’s ‘children’. The way it does so is that it cuts someone it possesses it like a host, making them have glowing red eyes while under its possession and making them slash others to create other smaller saikas.

“There are a few others like me that can keep Saika from taking over our bodies, but for others no so much,” she continued. “I’ve met a girl that was driven crazy by Saika’s influence. And I’ve met a woman that was able to modify her Saika.”

“Oh wow, that’s… that’s kind of scary, but kind of cool.” I said. “Have you considered having it removed?”

“I can’t,” she said. “If it weren’t for Saika, I wouldn’t be alive right now. I am repaying my debt to it by allowing it to live inside of me, but not allowing it to take over my body.”

“Oh okay, I see, so you’ve made kind of a pact with it.”

She nodded. We stopped outside of the coffee shop to finish our conversation.

“Okay,” I said. “Well, I just wanted to say thanks for attacking Izaya before he got away with some of my blood on his knife. Not like he really knew how to use it to begin with.” I smirked.

She made a small laugh as well. “Yeah. And its no problem, I’m sure you would’ve done the same for me if the roles were reversed.”

“Yep.” I opened the door and allowed her to walk past me then stepped into the shop myself to begin working.

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herculean (drrr x f!reader) - chapter 3

chapter 3 - Mirror Mirror

synopsis: You wake up in an unfamiliar apartment, your last memory being a flying traffic sign headed straight towards you. Waiting for you to awaken is an odd doctor and an even odder...bartender?

word count: 2,543

author's note: a double upload since these chapters are pretty short!

warnings: N/A

"always needed attention i've always needed a friend cure as a mean to prevention i wish i had more to prevent,, me, myself, and i - raleigh ritchie

.....lia......

...m....ly........

..n..c..a.......

.......(Y/N)!

You practically swallow a gust of air as if for the first time in hours. An insistent chill alerts you of the sweat that's collected on your back. You sit up from your position on what seems to be a couch. As your vision begins to focus, your heart drops at the sight of unfamiliar surroundings.

The apartment is much smaller than yours, but it's nice. The walls are a gray marble pattern, accented by dark wooden floors and furniture. Beside the front door was a small kitchen...

"Shit... Shinra! She's awake!"

You shout in fear at the realization that someone is in the room with you. Grabbing the nearest thing to you--a couch cushion--you hurl it at them.

"S-stay away from me! My father will look for me if I go missing! Lay a finger on me and so help me, I will--!"

"Woah, calm down, dammit, I'm not gonna hurt--"

He's cut off by another cushion to the face. 

"What's going on in here?" Another man enters the room.

You shriek this time. Oh my god, you've been kidnapped. You've seen it on TV. These men kidnapped you and now they were gonna torture you and then stuff you into a suitcase and leave you on the streets...

The other man was wearing a doctor's coat.

....Oops.

You suddenly remember where you were before you got here. That traffic sign must have rocked your world, and now you were in a hospital.

"Shizuo, you don't even know this girl!? You've scared her senseless!" The man in the labcoat carefully kneels in front of you. His face is friendly, smiling in an attempt to soothe your nerves. "I'm Dr. Kishitani. You were hurt a couple hours ago and Shizuo brought you to me to help you."

His glasses and coat, reminding you of your father, are comforting. You try to regain your composure, hoping this wasn't some elaborate ruse and that you could actually trust this man. What a strange hospital this was.

"I-I'm sorry...I was frightened. Thank you for helping me."

"Well, no need to thank me. I didn't need to do much!"

You're confused by his statement, but a movement from behind him draws your attention. The other man stood up from a chair across from you. He begins to approach you but appears to psyche himself out, maintaining a distance.

"Are you...okay...?" The way that he's avoiding eye contact, gaze glued to his feet and hands stuffed into his pockets, reminds you of an elementary schooler being forced to apologize.

Also--he's dressed like a bartender? And he's blonde. And also wearing sunglasses inside. 

"I feel fine." You answer. It's not that bright in here, you want to say. They're stylish, you guess, but that's a faux pas.

"Good."

You're staring at each other now. You wonder what color his eyes are, what it would be like to truly sit under his naked stare. 

He's handsome.

THAT was an intrusive thought.

Dr. Kishitani clears his throat in attempt to break the awkward silence. 

"Well, um...I'm gonna get you a few things, now that you're awake. Sit tight!"

He practically teleports away. The blonde glares at the spot where his friend used to be.

"So...your name is Shizuo?"

"...Yes."

"Well, Shizuo...thank you for bringing me here." You honestly don't know why a complete stranger would do this, or why he seemed to bring you to a friend instead of a normal hospital, but you were alright now, so you couldn't complain.

"Don't mention it."

And then it was silent again. You both sat there, staring at each other for what felt like an eternity. However, looking at Shizuo, you could tell he wanted to say something, opening his mouth before quickly clamping it shut. Finally, he seems to work up the courage.

"You're....When did you find...h-how long have you been--."

"I'm baaaaack!" Dr. Kishitani ascends from his place of escape, carrying a glass of water and various pill bottles on a small tray. He sets it down in front of you, ignoring Shizuo's glower. "I know you feel fine, but here's a little pick me up, just in case!"

You gratefully accept the painkillers, swallowing them down with a drink of water. As you move, you notice the lack of first aid on your body. Save for two kitten patterned bandaids on the backs of your forearms, the rest of you had been untouched.

"Are you sure I won't need any other kinds of treatment, that sign came at me really fast..."

Dr. Kishitani glances at Shizuo, whose brow furrows.

"Hmmm, nope! Unless you want to sport more of these really cute band-aids, you're good to go!"

"Well, you're the doctor. Thank you again, Dr. Kishitani--"

"Shinra's fine!"

"Shinra, okay. Thank you. I don't know what your rates are, but I'll let my father know what you've done for me and he'll contact you regarding your payment."

"Don't worry about it. I've got it covered."

You turn to Shizuo in bewilderment. It's not a problem, you try to explain, your father has no qualms with supporting you financially. 

"No, I insist." 

"Don't bother trying to persuade him, he's not budging." Shinra chimes in, almost amused by the domestic nature of the argument.

You sigh. Guess there's no use then. You thank him again, but he shrugs it off. It's obvious that you've overstayed your welcome by now. Shinra let's you keep the painkillers. You tuck it into the pocket of your bag and go to leave the front door.

"Wait!" Shizuo's sudden outburst startled you. It was the most energetic he had been since you woke up. "W-What's your name...?"

You barely hold back your laughter in an attempt to avoid bruising his ego.

"(Y/N) Brigall. It was nice meeting you both!" With that, you shut the door behind you, eager to remove yourself from the strange situation.

...

"Wow, Shizuo, no wonder you don't have a girlfriend! You're so awkward!"

Shinra expects the usual flare in anger from his longlived friend, however, Shizuo is obviously distracted. "...You're that focused on it, huh...? Looks like you're not that alone, afterall!" 

At those words, the words that had been echoing in his had for the past few hours, Shizuo sighed. Not alone. It was embarassing, how well Shinra could read him--how obvious his fixation was.

"Thanks for doing that for me...I owe you."

"It's what Celty would have wanted me to do!"

Shizuo scoffs at the statement, but does nothing to question it. If he had really done damage, if he had hurt an innocent bystander, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

"Still... Brigall. I can't help but feel like I've heard that name before...." Shinra scratches his chin, deep in thought, "Hm... nah! Can't be anything important."

He wanted to talk to her--get to know her more, he thought. But he was terrible at talking. He wouldn't be surprised if he scared her off. She acted like a normal young woman, what would she want to do with him...? Maybe he was foolish...

Maybe he was being foolish to think that he may have found somebody that was like him.

...

That was weird that was weird that was weird good GOD that was weird--

Following the GPS on your phone, you scurried as far as you could from the apartment building. It was now transitioning later into the evening, the sky painted purples and oranges by the descending sun. You really had slept the day away.

It was shocking how sprightly you were after apparently having undergone such a debilitating incident. You didn't remember much besides the image of a traffic sign shooting rapidly in your direction. Your hands ran absentmindedly over your forearms, caressing the cute band-aids there and pressing on them curiously. Maybe someone had saved you at the last minute, and you fainted from the shock. That would explain the lack of injuries.

Well, now you were frustrated. Your first full day in Ikebukuro hadn't gone exactly as you planned thanks to that little debacle. Still, you were glad that you were okay, at least.

"...Hey!! We have got to stop running into each other like this!"

Someone has pulled up next to you on the sidewalk. Hanging outside of a van window is none other than Erika, shouting and waving her arms like she's not literally two feet away in front of you. The sight of a friendly face does wonders for your spirits.

"Erika!" You exclaim happily, trotting up to the window. To your joy, the rest of the gang is there as well. They must be connected at the hip. "Hey, you guys!"

"We were just headed out for dinner, care to join us?" Kyohei offers. Quite frankly, your heart soars. Erika opens the door for you and you crawl in next to her. 

"Don't mind if I do! Where are we headed?"  You catch a glimpse of Kyohei's grin in the rearview mirror.

"Place is called Russia's Sushi. Don't know if you've heard of it."

"Hmmm, doesn't ring a bell..." you jest. You're cut off by the sound of your own stomach and you realize that you haven't eaten since your lovely sweet bun from that afternoon.

"Geez, pedal to the metal before she starves to death!" Walker jokes. That makes you laugh.

You were thankful for them, and the way they could make you forget about your chaotic day so quickly.

 "Well, if it isn't Bossman Kadota! Good to see you again!" Instead of his initial position outside, handing out fliers, Simon is inside the restaurant, waiting tables and greeting customers as they enter. As he ushers the group inside, he notices you and smiles. "Ah, friend! I see you are settling in nice, yes?"

You return his smile, now used to his intimidating nature. You follow the rest of the gang's lead as they remove their shoes. A bit of embarrassment swells in your chest at the sight of your polka dotted socks next to everyone else's normal gray socks. Kyohei, probably having done this many times before, leads you all to a separate room where a table resides. 

You plop down on one of the cushions next to Erika, who you notice has taken off her cap. Her hair is in a sort of french braid, gathered to the side. 

"You're hair is so cute, Erika!" you all but squeal, excited at this pleasant revelation. The flush on her face is surprising--you didn't peg her for the easily flustered sort--but not unwelcome.

The sight of Kyohei sitting across from you, however, has your own face feeling a little hot. The man had removed his beanie, revealing a slicked back head of hair. His brows are bold, sharpening the intensity of his gaze. The way that beanie had aged him was criminal. He didn't look nearly as old as you thought he was, only in his early to mid twenties. Yeah, that's one good looking man right there. 

Someone clears their throat and you realize that it's Kyohei, having noticed your prolonged attention on him. You...knock your silverware off of the table so you don't have to make eye contact with anyone for a minute. 

Simon, bless his soul, saves you when he brings tea to your table and takes your order (you don't hear what Kyohei orders over the sound of your own internal screaming). Eager to taste the herbal liquid, you lift the cup to your lips and take a sip. The steam has a pleasant scent and soothes your nerves. When you look up from your cup, Saburo is staring at you, wide-eyed.

"How can you even touch that? Shit's piping hot!" You look around at the others and notice that no one else has touched theirs. Oh no, was this a custom thing? Were you supposed to wait??

"R-really? Mine's fine, maybe Simon put ice in it or something..." The others glanced at your semi-drank cup, steaming just as much as everyone else's.

"So, (Y/N), how was your first 24 hours in Ikebukuro?" Erika asks.

"It was certainly something! Made some friends with a couple of high school students. This really cute boy and girl with glasses--definitely crushing on each other--and this really silly blonde kid. They were a fun group." Walker and Erika glance at each other. They're definitely doing that thing where they communicate telepathically.

"We know those guys!" Walker reveals and Erika nods in agreement.

"Oh, you do? Their names may ring a bell. Anri, Mikado, and..."

"Masaomi." Your heart almost drops at Kyohei's tone. It's not contemptuous, no... but it carried weight. It's startling how quickly the mood seems to change. All four them are exchanging looks now and you feel kinda left out.

In comes Simon and you're starting to suspect that he's eavesdropping with the way that he arrives at the most convenient times. He places a plate of...interesting food in front of you. "I made sure to prepare the best assortment... for first time!" You smile gratefully at the man. He really was a kind guy! 

"Thanks! Looks great!"

At first you try to use the chopsticks provided to you, but you quickly realize that everyone else is eating with their hands and that you look stupid. The flavor is... unique to say the least, but your tray is still empty in a matter of minutes. 

"Oh, and that wasn't the only thing," you continue once everybody was finished, "You guys warned me about 'headless riders' and 'vicious slashings', but you didn't say anything about flying traffic signs!"

Kyohei stares at you incredulously. "Flying...traffic signs?"

You go on to explain your time in the park, and how there was suddenly this skinny guy in a fur jacket--very stylish, you had to add--and he's parkouring it all over the place. Then, an entire traffic sign comes hurtling at you, out of nowhere! You don't know exactly what happened after, you tell them. You then describe how you woke up in some weird doctor's apartment where you met this bartender blonde who--get this-- wore sunglasses inside.

Everyone is gawking at you now. Self consciousness quickly wins you over, and you laugh sheepishly at your little spiel.

"Sorry...that does sound really made up, huh? I'd get it if you didn't believe me."

"No...no we believe you," Kyohei sighs, rubbing his temples. Had you done something to upset him..?

"There was a fight between them today, wasn't there...? Wow, I can't believe you managed to get caught up in the middle of that! That's, like, peak main character energy right there!" You have no idea what Walker is talking about.

"Fight...? 'Them'? Who's 'them'?"

"Izaya Orihara and Shizuo Heiwajima." Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the names that leave Saburo's mouth.

Shizuo...?? And that other guy...

The sound of that roaring battlecry echoed in your head and you remembered how it had almost sounded like a name to you.

So Shizuo was somehow involved in all of that? You had thought he had been a random bystander? He had been so docile when you first met him, could he really be that vicious? And if that dark-haired man was Izaya...

Was it Shizuo that had hit you?

#drrr x reader #drrr #durarara #durarara x reader #shizuo heiwajima x reader #shizuo x reader #shizuo heiwajima #shinra kishitani #kadota kyohei x reader #kyohei kadota x reader #kadota kyohei #erika karisawa x reader #erika karisawa #walker yumasaki x reader #walker yumasaki #saburo togusa #saburo togusa x reader

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herculean (drrr x f!reader) - chapter 5

chapter 5 - Birds of a Feather

synopsis: you meet a mysterious, helmet-clad woman, and shortly after, a very eccentric pair of twins. a lot of time is spent with the wonderful women of Ikebukuro :)

word count: 3, 521

warnings: very minor nsfw mentions(mairu being mairu)

"quiet whisper in the dead of night tells me everything will be alright if i keep my head to the sky everything is gonna be alright,, everything is gonna be alright - infinity's song

"Namie, if you had to choose between the sayings 'opposites attract' and 'birds of a feather flock together,' which one would you say is most accurate?"

Izaya had been eerily silent ever since Namie came in that morning, making no sound other than the insistent typing of computer keys. She'd think that the silence would be welcome, but going so long without an earful of her employer's antics was starting to irk her. She wouldn't admit to the relief that she felt when he finally opened his mouth for the first time that day. 

"Opposites attract, I guess. If you ended up falling in love with someone the exact same as you, you'd butt heads and get bored of one another." She briefly thought of Seiji and their similarities, or lack thereof. They wouldn't get bored of each other, would they...? She could never get bored of him.

"You'd think that, but statistically, you're wrong. Studies have shown that people with similar traits tend to last longer in relationships. Traits, personalities, genes...I thought you would get that more than anyone else, Namie." She missed when he was silent.

"What's with all of this relationship talk all of a sudden? What, you found a girlfriend or something?" She doesn't miss how the smirk on his face disappears and realizes that she had hit a nerve.

"I love humans, Namie. Nothing else."

It's a starkly out-of-place declaration, hinting that something else is most definitely on his mind. Namie, used to his cryptic antics, shakes her head and returns to her work. Izaya, however, has not mentally dropped the topic. He loved humans--even if they didn't seem to love him back. It was fine, intimacy and romance was in no way a priority of his. As he got caught up in his field of work, it wasn't even something that he thought about, not until now. His eyebrow twitched in aggravation as a familiar image appeared in his head. He hated the feeling of envy, he decided. His life was fine, better than that of anyone else's, even, definitely that of...

He huffed through his nose, picking up one of his cellphones.

If he wasn't able to find love...

then how was that monster finding it??

Scrolling through his recent calls, he stops at one of the familiar contacts. With little hesitation, he presses the green 'call' button beside it. The phone rings for a moment before he hears a click.

"Hello, this is Izaya Orihara. I have some info that you would find most useful." 

...

It's so rude of you to stare, you know, but it's a stare full of awe, so hopefully you didn't offend. She was a friend of Shizuo's, so you wanted to make a good first impression. You had been on an outing with your new friend. It was embarrassing how soon you had texted the man after your walk together, but he had thankfully agreed to showing you around, telling you about his favorite places and others that you should avoid. One of your favorite places that he showed you was a pastry shop. You found his apparent sweet tooth to be very cute. It was near the end of your time together that a woman(?) pulled up next to you both on a motorcycle.

The sight of her badass yellow helmet, paired with her form-fitting bodysuit gave you excited jitters, honestly. Of course, Shizuo would be friends with such a cool person. Shizuo introduces you both, and you learn that the woman's name is Celty. You also realize that she must be mute, as she doesn't communicate verbally, but by typing out messages onto a small device.

"Nice to see you up and well. How have you been feeling?" Confused by the message, you quirk an eyebrow at Shizuo.

"Celty lives with Shinra, that doctor you were talking to a few days ago. She saw you there, but she left before you woke up." he explains. Wait, so she had seen you all passed out on her couch?? How embarrassing!! You pout, trying to calm the burning in your cheeks. 

"I-I'm feeling great, thank you for asking--and thank you for letting me crash like that on your couch! Still, I hope you don't think I'm like... a wimp or anything...I usually don't go down that easy!"

Her shoulders bob up and down as if she's laughing and you find it very charming. She types something else on her device and shows it to you.

"Believe me, Shinra told me all about you. I don't doubt that for a second. Anyone would go down quick against Shizuo."

All about you?? Don't doubt it...? What exactly had Shinra told her? Shizuo continues conversing with Celty while you spectate, but you're too caught up in your own thoughts to fully listen. At the mention of a familiar name, your ears perk. You notice the tension in Shizuo's jaw.

"Any idea what that flea was doing here, anyways? You'd think he'd know better not to show his face around here." Ah, so Celty knew him too.

"I don't bother trying to figure out what he's up to. Shinra was on the phone with him recently, I could ask him if you're really curious." Shinra as well, huh? Shizuo shook his head, willing himself to relax.

"Nah, I don't really care, so long as I never see him again."

You had come to learn quite a bit about Shizuo, but one thing you never dared to mention was this Izaya character, not since you both confessed your feelings about the traffic sign incident. It was clear how much even thinking of the man made him seethe with rage. Still, a part of you was growing achingly curious about him and what he had done to garner such hatred from Shizuo, and disdain from everyone else. It would be rude to ask Shizuo about it, though. You would have to wait until you could ask someone else.

Shizuo offers to walk you home, but you refuse his offer, explaining that you had plans with a friend soon. You feel a twinge of panic as you notice him raise an eyebrow and quickly go on to explain that you were helping her with a project. He seems satisfied with this answer, giving a simple goodbye before leaving you alone. It was true that you were helping a friend, but what you were embarrassed to admit was that you were helping Erika with the sewing for a cosplay she was making. 

Usually you wouldn't be shameful about doing simple seamstress work, but after Erika explained exactly what a cosplay was, you felt like it wasn't something you would really parade through the streets about. Texting Erika that you were on your way, you put the address she had sent you into your GPS.

"Woah, I never guessed that the mean and scary Shizuo would get a girlfriend! I guess there's love out there for everyone, right Kururi...?"

"Very romantic..."

The sound of new voices surprises you, and when you try to find the source of the voices, you find it a lot closer to you than you expect. Two young girls, no older than 14 or 15 stood at most 2 feet before you. They appear to be twins, bearing matching eyes and hair colors and dressed to adorably compliment each other. Your eyes light up at their cute little hoodies and skirts, each hood shaped with different animal ears. The girl in the yellow hoodie shrieks, holding her arms in an 'X' in front of her face in an attempt to shield herself.

"We've been spotted!! We were so stealthy, how could we have been caught!?"

"Blew our cover."

You find yourself smiling at them in amusement. They were so cute! However, you were concerned as to why they were out by themselves like this, and why they were following a stranger down the street. "I'm sorry, can I help you both...?"

"Help us meet Yuuhei!" Your eyes widened as both of the girls seem to swarm you, tugging at the maxi skirt you wore. "Yuuhei...?"

"C'mon, you're sleeping with his brother so you have to have met him!" You're shocked by the bespectacled girl's accusation. An intense burn immediately overtakes your face.

"I-I'm not...sleeping with anyone's brother." You remember the earlier mention of Shizuo's name in horror, "I'm not in a relationship with anyone."

"Liar." Any hope you had that the girl in the green hoodie was any more polite than her counterpart was out the window. You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration.

"I'm telling the truth. I've only known Shizuo for a couple of days. I'm sure he's a great guy, but I'm not that kind of girl."

"So you're saying that you would sleep with him!" Aaaand the burning is back.

"Wha-!! You are awfully vulgar for a middle schooler!!" The girl in the yellow hoodie bursts out into childish laughter and the smile she shoots you seems oddly familiar. She grabs her sister's hand and sprints past you, the latter barely struggling to keep up. After reaching a considerable distance, they turn back to you, waving goodbye.

"Let us know when you get lucky, we'll happily wait if it means getting to meet Yuuhei!!" With that, they intertwine hands again and run off. Flustered, you frantically check your surroundings in hopes that no one heard the young girl's crude outbursts. Goodness, kids were getting more and more mature these days, weren't they? Shaking off the odd interaction, you continued on your trip, now worried about being late to Erika's.

...

So Erika's expectations for how she wanted the costume to look were a little particular, but you were able to work it all out. Working together, the two of you made quick progress. You were very impressed by this secret skill of Erika's, and you made sure that you told her so.

"Thanks! You get pretty good at it after a while." A glimmer in the corner of your eye catches your attention, and you realize it's a necklace that Erika is clasping around the neck of the mannequin. You're sure that you practically have hearts in your eyes as you inspect it closely. "Holy COW, that is absolutely gorgeous!! Where on earth did you find that??" 

Erika smiles and shrugs nonchalantly. "Can't really buy it anywhere where it's not just cheaply made plastic, it's unique to the character. I made it." At this point, you've completely lost your chill, grasping her hands in excitement and raving on and on about the mastery and professional level of her work. Erika doesn't seem to mind, but the flush on her face causes you to snap out of your stupor, releasing her hands and apologizing.

You two spend the rest of the evening putting finishing touches on the costume. As the conversation falls into a pleasant silence, your mind begins to drift to other matters. You wondered if, in such a private setting, it would be okay to ask Erika about this Izaya guy. The van gang's distaste for him was clear, but maybe she would be willing to explain some things to you--as a friend. "Hey, Erika?" She hums in acknowledgment, not looking up from her work. "Can you tell me about this Izaya Orihara?"

"What do you wanna know?" You're relieved that she remains unfazed, still focusing on detailing.

"Well, it's just like--a lot of people seem to dislike him. I mean, I'm pretty sure Shizuo was like, trying to deeply injure him. It makes me wonder what exactly he did." For the first time, Erika takes a break. Her stare travels up to the ceiling as she rubs her own chin in thought. Did she really have to think about it?

"Besides the fact that he's basically not a nice person...the guy has this huge god complex. He works as an informant, so he has a bunch of dirt on everyone and that gives him some sort of power over people, I guess." Wow.

"Is that why Shizuo dislikes him so much? Because he has dirt on him?" What kind of dirty secret could someone that the entire city knows about have?

"Hmm, nah. Dotachin says they've been at each other's throats since high school. Sounds like they've had bad blood since the moment they met. But if you ask me," her eyes light up, "I think it's all a big display for their intense, long-lived love for one another!"

"Um, ya don't say..." you answer nervously, hesitant to snap her out of what ever high she was experiencing in front of you. Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door. Glancing at Erika inquisitively, you ask her if she's expecting anyone. Not answering, she stands up and bounds excitedly to the door. Whoever she lets in is silent upon entry. "I figured that we should test this baby out on a model!" she calls from the other room. She returns with a special guest in close pursuit.

"Anri!' you exclaim happily, approaching the girl. You give her a warm hug, which she awkwardly receives. While you're a little put off by her passiveness, you brush it off as her not being used to such contact.  Erika smiles at the heartfelt(at least on your part) reunion. "I remembered that you guys knew each other, so I thought that a ladies night was in order!" You had to admit that your visit so far had been a total sausage festival. It would be nice to hang out with some cool girls! 

The three of you start the night by having Anri model the costume. However, once you two show it to her for the first time, you can tell she's apprehensive. She tries to be polite, insisting that there was nothing wrong with it, but you notice how her eyes keep shifting to the bust of the ensemble. Working on the mannequin, you hadn't noticed how deep the V-line of the costume was, but on someone like Anri, it would certainly fit a little differently.

"Are you uncomfortable with the bust, Anri?" Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

"O-Oh, w-well, I um...It's just that mannequin's body type is a little different from mine...I don't know if it will fit right..."

"Oh, don't worry about that, Anri! We put together this cosplay with your exact body type in mind! It may look smaller on the mannequin, but it's a very stretchy material." The way that Anri's flush deepened revealed how much that didn't help. Poor girl, you wondered how much harassment she must have dealt with to want to cover up so much. You ask Erika to show you a picture of the character that the cosplay was supposed to be of. As you look at the character on her phone, the two things you notice are the accuracy of the design--including the deep neckline--and the character's oddly purple skin. Closely examining the picture, you start to have an idea.

"Erika, do you mind showing me where you keep your fabrics?" Erika is obviously confused, but nods, pulling out a drawer from her dresser to reveal an array of different patterns and materials. Spotting exactly what you were looking for, you grab the roll of fabric and smile at your model. "The ensemble isn't quite done yet. Sit tight, Anri."

You're thankful to Erika for allowing you to make such a change to the outfit. She agreed that one of the key parts of cosplaying was wearing something that you were comfortable and confident in. It wasn't too different from typical fashion, you supposed. Anri sits on the bed patiently, content to watch the two of you continue to work on the mannequin. As you make more progress, she seems to realize what it is that you're doing to change it and smiles. It's a minor change, so it doesn't take entirely too long. 

"Come out whenever you're ready!!" Erika says, handing Anri the costume on a hanger as the young girl enters the bathroom. "Let us know if you need help," you add. After the door closes, you and Erika exchanged proud glances. It was like you both were the cool women on those reality tv shows where they gave the homely young girl a makeover. Although, Anri was completely fine before, and she might actually be better off going in public as the before picture than the after.   

"I think I'm ready..." Anri says before opening the door. You and Erika lose your minds at the sight of her.

"SO CUTE!!" you both yell, most definitely scaring the devil out of the poor girl. Unfortunately, it would be a bit of a while before you both calmed down. You gently ushered her over to a full body mirror so she could see herself.

"Look at how gorgeous you look, Anri!" you beam, picking up Erika's handmade necklace and clasping it around her neck, "Erika made this herself, can you believe it? Isn't it pretty?" You secretly gauge Anri's face for a reaction. After all, it was important that she herself felt good in it. She gives herself a once-over and to your utmost delight, smiles at herself. The deep neckline that she had previously worried about had been filled with a translucent swatch of purple fabric, meant to imitate the character's skin. There was a bit of transparency to it, but it was still thick enough to cover. Paired with the purple jewels of Erika's necklace, it made for a beautiful match.

Erika, having procured a camera out of nowhere, snapped numerous pictures of the girl. Surprisingly, Anri didn't seem too phased by it, smiling bashfully and letting her take as many photos as she wanted. It was satisfying, seeing her blossom like this in a silly costume. She deserved that kind of confidence, definitely. At Erika's offer to let her keep the outfit, however, she politely declined. Not much of a Halloween person, you guessed. 

...

It had gotten so late into the night, Erika suggested that the two of you just sleep over. After cutting on a copy of My Neighbor Totoro (complete with english subtitles for your own sleep-deprived convenience), you and Anri slipped on some of Erika's old clothes and collapsed onto an air mattress beside her bed. You wonder how often Erika's been pranked at slumber parties, because she's out like a light before the title credits are over. You and Anri are still wide awake, however, quietly watching the adorable movie. "I'm just glad she didn't put on one of those weird shows she goes on about. What does she call them? Yow-ee??" you jest. Anri actually giggles and you're very proud of yourself. 

"...Looks like we got that sleepover you were talking about," she says. So she remembered that. When you look at her, you see that she's smiling and you happily return the gesture. "Well, it won't be the last! I imagine being friends with boys is a little different, huh?" 

"Oh, definitely. Mikado and Masaomi are fun, but...they can still be kind of..." "Stupid? Immature? Prideful? Stupid?" "You said stupid twice." "So you agree that they're stupid."

You both laugh, but a sleepy groan from Erika quickly shuts the two of you up. "...I've never been to one of these before," Anri whispers thoughtfully. The sad smile on her face makes you feel sorry for the girl. "I never really had many friends growing up. Mikado and Masaomi are the first real friends I've had in a while." You wonder what she meant by "real friends." Perhaps there had been others that have gotten close to her and used her. You shake your head in disappointment at the thought.

"Wanna hear a secret?" The pure curiosity on her face is adorable, "I've never been to one either." Her eyes widen to the size of saucers. Without her glasses, you're able to notice the red tint in her brown eyes, even in the darkness.

"R-Really? But you're so... I'd think you'd be really popular."

"Hm?? What makes you say that?" you laugh.

Anri looks away, too guilty to answer. She couldn't admit it, the way that looking at you reminded her of all the girls who had bullied her growing up. Those rude girls who had all that money to buy the nicest clothes, and always had so many friends for no reason. It was terrible how she made that assumption about you, who reached out to her the moment that the two of you had met. 

"Well, it's true. I've never been to a sleepover, or had friends, for that matter. If I did, I don't remember." Anri looks at you expectantly, silently willing you to continue. It was endearing, how a girl so polite could be so obvious about her interest in someone's personal life. You could trust her, it felt like, not to judge you for unveiling such a major part of your past. So you told her....

...how a year ago, you were in a terrible accident; one that completely compromised your memory.

#durarara #durarara x reader #drrr x reader #durarara imagines #erika karisawa #erika karisawa x reader #anri sonohara #mairu orihara #kururi orihara #celty sturluson #shizuo heiwajima x reader #shizuo heiwajima

[chickensoup-4-mysoul]

herculean (drrr x f!reader)

Chapter 8 - Love and Care

synopsis: slasher attacks are occurring more and more around ikebukuro, and when anri gets caught in the crosshairs, you commit yourself to keeping your friends safe. that is, until its not just your friends that need protecting.

word count: 3,554

warnings: canon-typical violence, saika stuff, knives etc.

"and i pour my heart a new foundation but it don't set hard, it just stays shaking and i scratch my name, i scratch my name in but it don't set hard, it gets mixed back in,,

o my heart - mother mother

Anri was never very quick to answer your texts. You didn't hold it against her, assuming that she was just the type of person that didn't check her phone very often. Right now, though, you wished she had checked it all the time, took less than a minute to respond. As your vision of the phone screen blurs, you realize that your hands are trembling. For the love of god, please answer, Anri!!

Kanra: Did you guys hear? Rumor has it, some first years at Raira were attacked by the slasher!

You and Setton both left hastily before Kanra could explain more. The pounding of your heart could practically be heard in your ears as you quickly texted your younger friend. Was she okay?? Were the boys okay?? The girl had yet to get back to you and every minute that passed was excruciating. After a while, you decided that calling could be better. Pressing the phone to your ear, you chewed your lip anxiously. It rang...and rang.... and rang.... and rang...

"Hello?" You could cry.

"Anri!! I'm so glad that you're okay!! I just heard about the slashing that happened and I got so worried about you and the boys! None of you were involved, were you? No one got hurt?"

There's a brief silence and your heart drops. "...Masaomi and Mikado are fine, they had nothing to do with it. I'm fine too, I promise...but I was there during the attack."

"What!? Where are you right now??" You try to keep your voice level to avoid stressing her out further, but it takes a lot of effort.

"I'm at the police station. Mikado and Masaomi are about to walk me home."

That was good, there was someone there to comfort her. You sigh, happy to have at least slightly calmed your nerves. "Okay, well I'd hate to get you worked up after all of that. Hope you get home alright, and sleep well!" You wish you could see her right now. Hopefully, surrounded by her friends, she could smile and find it in herself to recover. "Oh, and Anri?"

"Hm?"

"Wait for me the next time school let's out, okay? I'm going to walk you home."

...

"E-Excuse me, miss!!"

A tall, disheveled man with kind eyes stands before you. He's almost apologetic, as if he had to muster up the courage to approach you. "Yes, can I help you?" You were currently out running errands. Part of the independent life also came with the maintenance of your entire apartment. A lightbulb needed to be replaced, you needed a new filter for your air conditioning, and you accidentally broke one of the vases holding your favorite houseplant. Amidst all the chaos, the domestic task was definitely therapeutic. However, you guess that a day can't go by where something interesting doesn't happen. "Would you happen to be (Y/N) Brigall?"

Your eyes widen to the size of saucers. Who was this man--a stalker? Was he here to hurt you? You were in broad daylight, surrounded by people. Surely no one would be foolish enough to try such a thing! "I-I'm sorry... have we met? How do you know me?" you ask, carefully inching away from the man. He seems to panic at this, holding up his hands in a surrendering gesture. "Please don't be alarmed! It was a guess, I was searching for a young, fashionably-dressed foreign woman." He reads this from a notepad he had pulled from the pocket of his trench coat. "Embarrassingly enough, it did take me a couple of tries to find you, but I'm so glad I did!"

To your relief, he explains that he is Shuuji Niekawa, a reporter for a tabloid called Tokyo Warrior. So he was in journalism, how exciting!! He gains more confidence from your positive response. It was most certainly the kindest response he had gotten to that introduction. Maybe he should have turned to more women after-all. "I'm working on a new column and I am on the hunt for the strongest guy-- er, person in Ikebukuro and I was wondering if you'd be open to helping me out?" You light up at the idea of being in a magazine. Granted, Tokyo Disaster may be different from all of the fashion tabloids you read, but it was something!

"Hm, who do I think is the strongest person in Ikebukuro? Well, I'm sure you've heard over and over about Shizuo Heiwajima, but I know this one guy, he's super underrated! His name is Ky--!"

"Oh, no! Sorry, maybe I wasn't clear enough." He stops you. You quirk an eyebrow at him in confusion. How else were you supposed to help? "I wanted to hear from you as a candidate! As the woman who won in a fight with the Shizuo Heiwajima!" What?? Sorry, what did you do?? You don't realize that you've burst into laughter, garnering the attention of many passerby. Regaining your composure, you apologize to the man.

"Sorry--Mr. Niekawa? It seems that we've been caught up in a bit of a misunderstanding."

"What? No, it can't be! I have several eyewitness accounts of you taking a direct hit from Shizuo Heiwajima and coming out victorious!"

"See, that's not true-- I had to see a doctor afterwards! I didn't even land a hit on the guy, how does that count as winning a fight?" The man's face drops, his kind eyes now pleading. It breaks your heart,  how desperate he seems.

"W-well, if these people seemed to think so, then anyone reading the column would think so! Not everything in every column is completely true. Please, give me something."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not comfortable lying to so many people. I wish you the best with finishing your column!" You speed away from him, avoiding his disappointed gaze. That poor guy, he must really need this column to work out. You had meant it, hopefully he gets the best interview in the world and the column becomes world famous.

Now, you had a houseplant to find!

...

The guilt of snubbing that guy from earlier was still getting to you. Maybe if you could help him in another way, you'd feel better!

Sora:  Have you guys heard of this tabloid called Tokyo Warrior ? Taro Tanaka: That action magazine? Are you into that kind of thing, Sora? Setton: I think I've heard of what you're talking about, Sora. Sora: I haven't exactly read it before, but I've heard there's a new column coming out! Sora: "The Strongest Man in Ikebukuro."  Sounds cool, doesn't it? I'll definitely be giving it a look when it comes out! Kanra: I dunno if you'll ever get to, Sora. Sora: What? What do you mean? Kanra: Haven't you guys heard? The Slasher took its next victim! Kanra: Shuuji Niekawa--a reporter for that magazine. Kanra: Wasn't he the one writing that column??

It feels as though your heart is in your throat. The feeling that overcomes you is hard to describe, but nausea wouldn't be far off. Your fingers are frozen, unable to type any of the questions swirling around in your head. Luckily, Setton expresses your exact thoughts.

Setton: Is he okay!? Taro Tanaka: Setton, do you know him? Setton: No... Setton: Now that I've heard his name, I remember that I really like his articles. Taro Tanaka: Really scary, though. Taro Tanaka: Sora, are you okay? Sounds like you were a fan.

You wish you could meet Taro. He seemed like such a cool guy, always looking out for others. Setton was the same. Kanra was... a character. If you all planned to meet one day, you guess she'd have to be invited too...

Sora: Yes, no worries!! I just hope that, whoever is behind this, they get caught soon. Setton: Yeah, I hope the cops catch him.

Saika has entered the chat.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Not this person again. She(?) had joined the chat before, but all she did was spam a bunch of creepy jargon--stuff about 'loving' and 'cutting'. It was very unsettling. You thought that Kanra had blocked her or something.

Kanra: SHE'S BACK!!!! џ(ºДºџ) Saika: Cut. Today. Kanra: I'm the one that wants to cut YOU. Saika: But not yet. Someone strong. Setton: Saika, how are you? Kanra: No point talking to it, it won't respond! Saika: Sure that I have to cut. Taro Tanaka: This is creepy. Sora: I might have nightmares about this... Taro Tanaka: Yeah, with all this cutting talk, maybe SHE'S the Slasher! Kanra: Not a chance! Saika: Someone strong. Saika: Need to love them. It is my goal. Saika: Yes, my goal to love.

God, what sort of messed up person was behind this? Perhaps it was a bot or some sort of virus. Honestly, nothing real would talk so openly about stuff so ridiculous. It was some sort of comfort to know it was all probably some silly prank. You're pulled from your thoughts by Saika's continued rambling. The appearance of a certain name makes your heart stop.

Saika: Shizuo. Setton: Huh? Sora: What!? Saika: Shizuo Heiwajima. Taro Tanaka: Saika, are you a friend of Shizuo Heiwajima? Saika: Heiwajima. Saika: Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima. Saika: Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo.

Your blood runs cold at the sight of your friend's name over and over. Just by looking at the text, you could see that Saika was in a frenzy, rabid over the idea of Shizuo. Something like that--it couldn't be a bot. It couldn't get any worse.

Saika:  But i need more. More strength. Saika: Someone strong. Someone Stronger Saika: (Y/N). Setton: WHAT!? Taro Tanaka: How do you know (Y/N)??? Saika: (Y/N) Brigall. Saika: Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Saika: (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N). Saika: Love Shizuo. Cut (Y/N). Saika: Mother's wish. Love. Brigall. Cut. Heiwajima. Heiwajima. Saika: Shizuo. Mother's wish. (Y/N) and I. Shizuo and (Y/N). Love Love Love.

You left the chat, not bothering to say goodbye. A cold sweat overtook your body, drenching you in a matter of seconds. Why...? What had you done? Shizuo had most likely garnered all sorts of enemies, what with his profession, but you...? You had never spited anyone, you thought. Who would want to cut you... to target you like this??

That night, you slept with the covers over your head. You put on a funny podcast to fall asleep to in hopes of warding off any nightmares. The last thing you needed was another scare to psyche you out. After all, you need to walk your friends home from school tomorrow.

...

Many would find Masaomi's excessive energy to be annoying, but today, you were especially thankful for the distraction. However, not even that could distract you from how strange Anri was acting. While the girl was always quiet, there was an odd look in her eyes--she was definitely preoccupied. As Masaomi gladly filled the silence, you locked eyes with Mikado. Seemed that he noticed as well. Once the four of you reached a point where it was time to go separate ways, you decided to go with Anri.

"W-wait!" Mikado exclaims just as the two of you prepare to leave, "Maybe I should go with you!" You laugh, assuming that he's worried about Anri. However, you notice his gaze flitting between the both of you, occasionally lingering in your direction. Confused by his attention on you, you smile at him in reassurance.

"Don't be ridiculous. All that walking back and forth would be such a hassle, and it's late! Anri's house is on the way to mine, so this is just easiest. You two should definitely be safe, though." You're already taking Anri's hand and leading her away before the boy can protest anymore. Afterall, it had been a long week for the girl and she needed her rest.

Once the two of you were at a safe distance you released the girl's hand, walking at a relaxed pace beside her. "You've been quiet, Anri. I mean--you're always quiet, but I can tell something's up. Something on your mind?" Her face flushes lightly at your question. "Oh...sorry to worry you. It's nothing, I promise." It's obviously not nothing. You don't want to pry though, so you let it go. It had been a while since you had walked to Anri's place, so you let her take the lead. However, the walk goes on for way longer than you expected--maybe the walk home from the school was just longer? You don't remember having to pass a police station, though.

"Ladies, it's very late. I would encourage you both to head back home," an officer approaches the two of you, his partner in tow.

"Thank you, officer. We were just heading home."

The men kindly offered to escort the two of you. Honestly, with recent events, you weren't too opposed to the idea. However, they got a call and had to leave. You wondered if you should just wait at the box and take their offer, but Anri has already continued walking. Well, guess that idea was out of the question.

"Wonder what that fight was about? Think it was another gang?" You try to make light conversation to ease both your and her nerves. She's entertaining your sad attempts at conversation, giving short, detached answers. Well, she was probably tired. You were just glad to be here to keep her safe. However, as the thought crossed your mind, you couldn't help but wonder: what would you do if something went wrong? You weren't the best fighter and you certainly weren't that strong. The most training you had was all of those self defense videos you had binged on the internet. You reviewed them in your head--what do you do if someone came at you with a sharp weapon?? Control the distance, watch the hands, run if you can--

Your phone vibrates in your pocket. Who could be texting you at this hour? Trying not to be rude, you discreetly check it. You struggle to hold in your own gasp as you read Kyohei's text.

KYOHEI Hey. We just passed you on the road and there's this guy following you. I don't know what he could be trying to do, but it doesn't look good. Be careful.

Zeroing in on the silent night, you can hear it. Another set of footsteps trailing behind you. They were slow, but steady, in a hot pursuit. You apologize to Anri, claiming that it was an important message.

ME Thanks for looking out. If I get my friend to a safe place, anyway you can help me?

His response is immediate. You could always trust Kyohei to have your back.

KYOHEI Of course. Circling back now.

As you try to collect yourself--you were most likely in danger, but you had to keep it together for your friend's sake--you notice that Anri has stopped walking again. The two of you stood at a crosswalk, a flickering streetlamp serving as the only light. A feeling of panic overtakes you. It takes every bone in your body not to take a look at the surely approaching form behind the two of you. "A-anri, I know it's been a bit of long walk, but I'm sure there's not much longer to go! Let's keep moving," you urge her subtly, gently taking her wrist and attempting to pull her ahead. All you had to do was get her a little further, to the nearest road where the van gang could pull up. However, she didn't move much, instead shaking her head as if recovering from some sort of daze. "What am I doing...?" she mutters, eyes glued to the wall before the two of you.

The sound of heavy footfalls instantly grabs your attention, and Anri's as well. You both turn to see a man, but not just any man. It was the same disheveled man with the kind eyes that you had talked to the day prior. However, his eyes were certainly not kind now. No, now they were shining bright red, empty of any feeling. The other glaring difference about him was that he donned a glittering butcher knife, pointed at the two of you--intent to kill. Anri whimpers from beside you, no doubtedly frozen in her spot. You couldn't say you were much better. Then, you hear it. The sound of burning tires that only one angry driver could make, accompanied by the growing intensity of a white light. You pull Anri back against the wall with you, trying to increase the space between the two of you and the man, who was steadily approaching, eyes shining and knife raised above his head.

The panicked ringing in your head is almost louder than the collision of body and van. The man goes flying as the van skids to a stop, already doing it's damage. He crashes into a nearby wall, collapsing to the floor and dropping the knife. Anri breathes a sigh of relief at the same time that you do. You wrap an arm around her shoulders, thankful that the two of you were okay. Walker yells at Kyohei from a distance--something about a 'peaceful life'. You internally hope that the man was still alive. Well, as Kyohei said, it was self defense. Still, you couldn't stop the aching in your heart. He had seemed so kind when you were speaking to him.

However, the way he was up now, laughing maniacally, knife swinging in a frenzy, was anything but kind. The van gang scattered away from him, avoiding his blade. Through the space, you see his eyes lock on you and Anri. In a flash, he's speeding towards you with increasing ferocity. Everything you had tried to remember about defense against a knife was not coming in handy now. Maintain a distance? There was a wall behind you! Watch the hands? Oh, you could see them alright, and man were they fast!

"(Y/N)! Run!" It was Kyohei's voice. You turned to Anri, hands on her shoulders as you tried to push the small girl away. If she booked it to the side, he couldn't get both of you. She wouldn't budge, and though you never thought you could get mad at the girl, your frustration was steadily increasing. All she could do was stare at you with wide saucer eyes. "Anri, you have to run!" you finally yell. She shakes her head, lip trembling.

"B-but, (Y/N)...!" Her eyes switch between you and something behind you and you finally notice it. An overwhelming presence behind you, heaving uneven breaths and grunting--and a pressure in your lower back. It was uncomfortable, like someone using a singular finger to poke you uncomfortably hard. You try to see what it was, but all you see are piercing red eyes and a sick, empty smile. It's almost like you're in a movie and someone has pressed pause--how he only stares at you and you are suddenly frozen in place. However, the moment is broken when his smile drops, as if realizing something. Then he snarls at you and the pressure increases.

The sound of tires, skidding across concrete roads was loud to you ears. This skidding was not anything you had heard before. It was high pitched and weirdly reminded you of a horses whinny. Something dark flies over you, slamming into the man's face and knocking him into the same wall he had hit only moments before. Two figures land in front of you, weirdly enough, both with yellow heads.

"Sh-Shizuo?? Celty!!" you realize. Shizuo's eyes widen upon seeing you, muttering your name in astonishment. You hear Kyohei mention a 'Headless Rider' and your mind reels with so many thoughts. However, Erika shrieks, signaling that the Slasher--no way this wasn't the slasher--was up again. However, he's not as feral now, standing in place and staring you all down creepily.

"So many loves in one place...you're Shizuo Heiwajima....I've been looking for you...!" He's reeling again, swinging the knife too and fro, but he continues to ramble. "But who do I go for first...? I love you, Shizuo!! So, so, so, so, much!! But Brigall needs love too! Love, love, love Heiwajima! Love (Y/N)!"

You had been on edge all day and it had affected you physically. Trembling, sweating, throat running dry.... but the way he had said your name, how everyone's eyes darted to you--everything stopped, time stopped. It was how Saika talked... so it really had been the Slasher. As Shizuo stood there, cool as a cucumber, it was obvious just how different the two of you were. That thing was after him too, but all he did was smile one of his signature smiles, coolly saunter up to Saburo's van and... rip the door off. You could already hear Saburo's cries.

If getting hit by a van, and then a motorcycle didn't thoroughly incapacitate that man, Shizuo driving him straight into the wall with an entire van door had to. Your entire body winced at the sound of crushed bones. It was no harder than crushing a bug to him. That was one way to stop him, you guess.

#durarara #durarara x reader #drrr x reader #shizuo heiwajima #shizuo heiwajima x reader #durarara imagines #anri sonohara #celty sturluson #erika karisawa #erika karisawa x reader #kyohei kadota #kyohei kadota x reader #izaya orihara x reader

[chickensoup-4-mysoul]

Chapters: 21/? Fandom: Durarara!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Orihara Izaya/Reader, Heiwajima Shizuo/Reader, Kadota Kyouhei/Reader, Karisawa Erika/Reader, Yumasaki Walker/Reader, Togusa Saburou/Reader, Sonohara Anri & Reader, Celty Sturluson & Reader, Ryuugamine Mikado & Reader, Kida Masaomi & Reader Characters: Reader, Orihara Izaya, Heiwajima Shizuo, Ryuugamine Mikado, Kida Masaomi, Sonohara Anri, Celty Sturluson, Kadota Kyouhei, Yumasaki Walker, Togusa Saburou, Karisawa Erika, Kishitani Shinra, Simon Brezhnev, Orihara Mairu, Orihara Kururi, Yagiri Namie, Tanaka Tom, Horada (Durarara!!), Kuronuma Aoba, Heiwajima Kasuka Additional Tags: Female Reader, Not Canon Compliant, Romance, Humor, POV Female Character, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, i try to work stuff in as i can so uh, bear with me, also reader is like college freshman age no pedophilia in these parts no ma'am, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, any "& reader" relationships are PLATONIC, Mild Blood Summary:

(Y/N) Brigall.

An aspiring fashion student far from home, visiting the rousing Ikebukuro to study the distinguished styles that the city has to offer.

It's clear to those around her that she most definitely came to the wrong place. But unbeknownst to even herself,

she's exactly where she's meant to be.

(drrr! x reader)

#durarara #durarara imagines #durarara x reader #drrr #drrr x reader #izaya orihara #izaya orihara x reader #shizuo heiwajima #shizuo heiwajima x reader #kadota kyohei #kyohei kadota x reader #erika karisawa #erika karisawa x reader #walker yumasaki #walker yumasaki x reader #saburo togusa #saburo togusa x reader #anri sonohara #masaomi kida #mikado ryugamine #shinra kishitani #celty sturluson

[chickensoup-4-mysoul]

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Durarara!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Orihara Izaya/Reader, Heiwajima Shizuo/Reader, Kadota Kyouhei/Reader, Karisawa Erika/Reader, Yumasaki Walker/Reader Characters: Reader, Orihara Izaya, Heiwajima Shizuo, Ryuugamine Mikado, Kida Masaomi, Sonohara Anri, Celty Sturluson, Kadota Kyouhei, Yumasaki Walker, Togusa Saburou, Karisawa Erika, Kishitani Shinra, Simon Brezhnev Additional Tags: Female Reader, Not Canon Compliant, Romance, Humor, POV Female Character, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, i try to work stuff in as i can so uh, bear with me, also reader is like college freshman age no pedophilia in these parts no ma'am, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

(Y/N) Brigall.

An aspiring fashion student far from home, visiting the rousing Ikebukuro to study the distinguished styles that the city has to offer.

It's clear to those around her that she most definitely came to the wrong place. But unbeknownst to even herself,

she's exactly where she's meant to be.

(drrr! x reader)

#made a lot of updates since my last post so i'm posting again :D #durarara x reader #durarara #durarara imagines #izaya orihara #izaya x reader #shizuo heiwajima #shizuo x reader #izaya orihara x reader #shizuo heiwajima x reader #kadota kyohei #erika karisawa #walker yumasaki #celty sturluson #anri sonohara #kadota kyohei x reader #erika karisawa x reader #walker yumasaki x reader

[chickensoup-4-mysoul]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Durarara!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Orihara Izaya/Reader, Heiwajima Shizuo/Reader, Kadota Kyouhei/Reader, Karisawa Erika/Reader, Yumasaki Walker/Reader Characters: Reader, Durarara!! Characters Additional Tags: Female Reader, Not Canon Compliant, Romance, Humor, POV Female Character, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, i try to work stuff in as i can so uh, bear with me, also reader is like college freshman age no pedophilia in these parts no ma'am, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

(Y/N) Brigall.

An aspiring fashion student far from home, visiting the rousing Ikebukuro to study the distinguished styles that the city has to offer.

It's clear to those around her that she most definitely came to the wrong place. But unbeknownst to even herself,

she's exactly where she's meant to be.

(drrr! x reader)

#i know this fandom is a little stagnant but i wanted to damn CONTENT #durarara x reader #durarara!! #durarara #durarara imagines #izaya orihara #shizuo heiwajima #kadota kyohei #erika karisawa #walker yumasaki #celty sturluson #izaya orihara x reader #shizuo heiwajima x reader #kadota kyohei x reader #erika karisawa x reader #walker yumasaki x reader #drrr x reader

[thewitchandthebeasthimself]

The Witch and The Beast Himself: Chapter 4

About midday after I finished setting up my apartment, the doorbell rang. I answered it to be greeted by Erika, Kyouhei, Walker, Anri, and what appeared to be Saburo. I let them step past me into my apartment and shut the door behind them.

“Whoa (your name), your place is huge!” Erika exclaimed.

“Yeah I kinda prefer bigger spaces.” I said.

“I love it! We could do so much plotting for cosplays here! This is awesome!”

“Heh, yeah we’ll get to that for sure,” I said.

“Oh I forgot you haven’t met Saburo yet. That’s him over there.” she said. He nodded at me as I looked at him so I nodded back.

“So what do you guys wanna do?” I asked.

“We bought over a bunch of copies of Tokyo Ghoul, volume 13 if you wanna look through them with us,” said Walker.

“Sure that sounds like fun,” I said. “Make yourself at home guys, there’s bottled water over there and some cookies that Anri brought over earlier.”

“Good deal.” said Kyohei. He and Saburo step into the kitchen to raid my cookies while Erika, Walker, Anri and I sat on the ground each with our own copy.

“Saburo bring me a bottled water!” Erika said, not looking up from her book.

“Why? I’m not your maid, you have two legs,” Saburo remarked.

She then looked up at him with a very annoyed and very mischievous look on her face.

“Saburo…. don’t make me come over there and rip your fucking—”

“Cut it out, you two,” Kyouhei said. “Here.” he picked up a water bottle and tossed it in Erika’s direction. She sat up a bit to catch it in one hand.

“Thanks Dotachin!” she said then looked down at her book. Kyouhei shook his head then began talking to Saburo in the kitchen.

“How are you liking it here so far, (your name)?” Anri pipped, looking at me.

I ran everything that has happened so far in my head before replying, “Its been… a little bit overwhelming.”

“I understand,” Anri said with a light smile. “It will seem that way at first but once you get used to it, it’ll feel like normal everyday life.”

“I hope so.” I said.

“Hey, do you want us to take you out to put some food in here later on? Your cabinets are pretty empty.” Saburo asked me.

“Umm yeah sure! Thank you, that’s really thoughtful!”

“Yeah no problem, just be nice to my van and don’t overload it with too many bags.”

“Ha alright, I doubt I’ll be needing that much food anyway. I’m really glad I met you guys!”

“No biggie, we try to help out whenever and wherever we can,” Kyouhei said. “It’s who we are.”

“I appreciate it.” I said with a smile.

This is nice, I thought. I’m in the company of good friends in my own cozy little apartment. Just all I’ve ever wanted in life and a little bit more.

I set my copy of Tokyo Ghoul, volume 13 down and picked my phone up to find I had a text from a new number:

  [Hey its Shizuo. How are you?]

I excitedly text him back,

  [I’m okay, just sitting at my apartment with Erika and gang. How about yourself?]

His reply came much quicker than I expected.

  [Just work, nothing new.]

  [Lol, I know the feeling.]

Then my phone buzzed to another new number.

  [Hey, is this (your name)? This is Shizuo, sorry for the late text. Are you doing okay?]

I stared at the second text in confusion and horror then flipped back and forth between the two numbers. Who was that first person? How did he or she get my number? I decided to text back the second number, trusting that it was actually Shizuo,

  [Yeah its me, can I call you really quick? It’s kind of important.]

I wait a few minutes for his text back.

  [Sure.]

I stood up and stretched out a bit. “Hey guys I’m gonna step out for a minute.”

“Okay.”

“Alright.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” Everyone answered at once. I walked outside of my apartment, walked down the steps and sat down on the last stair to call Shizuo.

“Hey,” he answered. “Is everything okay?”

“Umm, something really weird just happened,” I said. “I just got a random text from someone pretending to be you.”

“What the hell? That is fucking weird,” he replied, anger rising in his voice a bit. “Do you know who it could be?”

“I don’t know, you and Erika are the only people I’ve given my number to here. Erika is reading manga in my apartment and you’re at work.”

“I’d say just block that number, you should probably get your number changed so that doesn’t happen again.”

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to.” I said.

“Alright. Is everything else going okay there?” he asked. The anger that was once present in his voice died down.

“Yeah, its been relaxing. Erika, Kyouhei, and everyone they hang out with are here, they offered to take me food shopping later on.”

“That’s great. I’m glad you’re hanging out with Kadota and his group, they’re good people. They’re always helping someone in need, mostly because of Kadota’s influence on them.”

“Yeah me too, they’ve shown me nothing but kindness since I’ve been here.” I said.

“I’m really glad. Sorry to cut our conversation short but I’ve gotta take off.” he said. “When’s a good time for you tomorrow?”

“Would evening work?” I asked.

“Yeah sounds good to me.” he said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay, bye!”

“Bye.” he hung up.

I blocked the first number that had texted me, saved Shizuo’s number and walked back into the apartment.

#shizuo heiwajima #drrr #drrrx2 #shizuo x reader #durarara #kyohei kadota #walker yumasaki #erika karisawa #anri sonohara #izaya orihara #chapter 4 #durarara fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #saburo togusa #durarara shizuo

[thewitchandthebeasthimself]

The Witch and The Beast Himself: Chapter 12

Shizuo sat with me every day for the next two weeks while I recovered in the hospital, only leaving for work. During that time I was visited by everyone that I’ve made friends with here, even Celty and Shinra. Everyone was really nice to me while I recovered, sitting with me and keeping me company while Shizuo worked.

Upon waking up, I had felt very weak and was unable to use any kind of magic besides sensing energy. But after about a week of regaining my strength, I found that I was finally able to pass a fireball in my hands without it going out or scorching my hands. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

The sharp pain in my side ceased more and more everyday as I recovered. I was finally able to walk around again without pain and take care of myself on my own.

Whenever Shizuo was there, he’d sit in his chair beside me or help me with whatever I needed.

Today, he watched me as I practiced passing a fireball in my hand and making the energy in my hands visible.

“You’ve gotta teach me how to do that sometime,” Shizuo said in amazement.

“Maybe one day,” I replied. It wouldn’t exactly be easy to teach him magic because you need to have been born in a coven family to be able to grasp the magic my family possesses, but it's fun to play with the idea of it. I let my fireball extinguish in my hand. “You should teach me how to mix a couple of drinks.”

He chuckled, showing off a cultivated grin. “Yeah, I could show you a thing or two.”

“And I thought you wore that bartender outfit for fun.” I teased, captivated by him as I spoke. He sat in his chair with it turned backwards and his arms resting on the back of it. He wore his usual bartender outfit but with the bowtie undone, hanging off the side of his neck and his white shirt undone slightly at the top.

“There's a lot you don't know about me.” He teased back.

“I have ways of finding out.” I smiled, sitting up and ready to pounce on him and attack him with kisses. I’ve spent a lot of time in the hospital recovering, and it's been awhile since Shizuo and I have had any alone time, so it'll be a nice surprise for him.

“Oh yeah? How so?” he raised his brow and crossed his arms as a challenge.

I stood up and walked over to him, holding his face in my hands and kissing him on the lips.

“By seducing you, of course.” I said as I pulled back slightly.

Shizuo laughed aloud at my words, then uncrossed his arms and stood up from his chair to pick me up and carry me over to the hospital bed, kissing me on the way. He laid me down gently on the bed as he kissed me, then crawled over me to get on the other side of the tiny hospital bed.

I felt as if we were in Paradise for a brief moment until we heard a knock at the door, causing both of us to jump. Shizuo sat up and placed his feet on the ground, tousling his hair and putting his bowtie on correctly. I sat up and pulled my low cut shirt back over my cleavage.

“Come in!” I shouted towards the door. The lovely and sweet nurse that took care of me in the afternoon came in with a familiar sweet smile on her face.

“Hi Miss (last name)!” she said cheerfully. “I'm glad to see that you're making progress in your recovery! And you're scheduled to be discharged tomorrow, how exciting! Are you doing okay today?”

“Yeah I'm great, thank you!” I smiled back.

“Good to hear!” she said as she clapped her hands together. “So I have an officer here that would like to speak to you about what happened the day you were stabbed. Can i go ahead and let him in?”

I tensed up. I felt Shizuo tense up as well. I reached my hand up to the small of his back in attempt to calm him down.

“Yes that's fine,” I said.

I hope they don't try to interrogate me about the video, I thought.

“Okay, great!” she smiled and pushed the door open to let an officer in the door. He wore a japanese officer uniform, had short black hair and…. My eyes widened as i noticed the cross mark on his cheek.

Oh shit that's Officer Kuzuhara, the cop that chased Celty and I around! I thought. Shit shit, this is bad, really bad. I really just hope that he doesn't recognize me. I took a deep breath in, quickly masked my inhuman energy, then slowly exhaled. The nurse shut the door behind her as she left us in the room with the pushy and persistent officer.

“Hey there Miss (last name).” he gave off a cunning smile. He then looked at Shizuo frowned, saying,”Oh, I see you brought this shit stain to the party.”

“I could say the same thing about you.” Shizuo scoffed, crossing his arms. “What do you want?”

Kuzuhara waved his hand at Shizuo as if to shoo him off. “My business here today is with Miss (last name) alone. Would you mind stepping out so I can speak to her?”

“Fine, you better watch what you say to her, or your ass is grass.” Shizuo shoved his pointer finger in his face to emphasize his point. I felt a chill run down my spine as he spoke. Normal people would’ve been terrified by Shizuo’s words, even myself after seeing his power. However, Kuzuhara kept his composure and showed in his energy that he was not fazed by Shizuo’s threat, maintaining that cocky smile.  

“Shizuo, I’ll be alright,” I said. “Just please wait outside in the hall for a bit, okay? And please behave.”

Kuzuhara smirked, “You better listen to your lady friend there, you know she’s right.”

I felt his energy rise in rage as jumped up to attack Kuzuhara, “Errgh, shut the hell up, no one asked you to speak!!”

I quickly took a deep breath in and focused static energy in my body, guiding it up to my head. On the exhale, I focused on the back of Shizuo’s neck, telepathically sending the small shock into his spine. This caused him to stop in surprise and look me in the eye, the anger fading slowly.

I'm sorry, Shizuo, I thought, looking into his eyes as if I were speaking to him. I just need you to calm down for a minute so I can fix this.

“I’ll talk to you later,” I mouthed to him as he looked at me.

He groaned, slightly embarrassed that he let his rage get the better of him and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“I need a fucking cigarette,” he grumbled aloud as he walked out the door and slammed it behind him.  

Kuzuhara smirked again, still unimpressed by Shizuo’s threat. “How the hell do you put up with that cocksucker?”

“He’s my boyfriend.” I said, shrugging.

“Well good luck with that one,” he said, pulling out a notepad and a pen. “Anyway, I’m not here to talk to you about that. We got a report a couple of weeks ago that you were stabbed in your own apartment. It was also reported that you just woke up so I decided to come in and have a chat with you. Can you tell me a little bit more about that? What happened that night?”

“I… I don’t remember too much,” I said. “I came home from work one day and this crazy guy had broke into my place before I got there. He was babbling some shit then he stabbed me.”

“What did he look like?” He probed.

“Um… brown eyes, short black hair…”

“You’ve gotta be more specific than that.”

“Umm.. He was about my height? I don’t know, he looked pretty normal to me, then he became belligerent then he stabbed me. It was crazy.”

“I know, I know,” he said, not looking up from his notepad as he wrote down everything I said. “You really don’t expect those kinds of people to be the crazy type but some are.” He then looked at me, saying, “Now that I think about it, you’re the American girl from the video that we were supposed to check out.”

My heart leaped. I had started to think that he entirely forgotten about it.

Fuck.

He studied me for a second as he continued. “The video came in from an anonymous source showing you saving a guy with... magic. I wouldn't say that I didn't believe even after seeing it myself since I have to deal with supernatural entities like the Black Rider, but to be honest, you don’t strike me as the supernatural type. I can’t even sense that about you.”

Because of my energy masking spell , I thought as he said that.  

“But yeah, I wouldn’t worry about it now, I will close the case on that and I’m not going to look into it further. As far as finding the man that stabbed you, we pull up a few profiles later and see if they match the description you’ve given me today.”

“Okay Officer, sounds great,” I said, ready for him to leave.

“Alrighty, well I’m gonna run this back to the station, take care for now, okay?” He said as he tipped his hat to me.

“Yes sir, thanks a lot,” I said as he walked out the door, closing it behind him. I stayed in the room by myself for a moment, checking my phone.

 [Dude, you're so popular online right now! ], Erika had text me.

I sighed. I haven't been online in Japan yet, but i can't imagine the things people are saying about me right now. I figured it was along the lines of me dating Shizuo, me being the girl in the weird video on the news, and me being stabbed in my own home. I really didn't know what to say back to Erika, and I'm not really excited about all of that attention online. I finally texted her back, saying:

 [Lol I'll try not to let it go to my head. ]

A few moments after Kuzuhara left, Shizuo let himself back in and sat down in the chair beside me. He seemed calm, but I could perceive in his energy that he felt awful for having an outburst.

“Don’t worry about earlier,” I said, answering his unstated thought. “I sent you that shock because I didn’t want it to get any worse than it already was. I had a lot at stake when he showed up.”

“Well I still wanna say I’m sorry for that,” he muttered, bowing his head.

“And I said don’t worry about it,” I replied, trying to assure Shizuo that everything was fine.

“Fine, I’ll take your word for it,” He said, lifting his head up to look at me. “So what did he talk to you about? If you don't mind me asking.”

“Oh, just about the stabbing. He asked who I thought did it, I didn't tell him exactly who it was.”

“Umm why not?” he asked, showing slight anger. “That fleabag needs to know what it feels like to rot in prison.”  

“Well, I felt like it would've been better to keep the cops guessing than to just rat him out. Knowing him, if he found out I did that then he would try to come after me again.”

“But aren't you a witch? Couldn't you just, I don’t know, cast a spell on him or something?”

“I mean, I could do that, but I wanna try something a little less direct,” I said. “How about I just place protection barriers around all of our apartments? That way if he tries to bother either of us the moment he steps near any of them, it’ll give off some vibes to him that’ll keep him out and I will know he's been there immediately.”

“Huh,” he said, taking it in. “I guess it could work.”

“It has to, because I want to finally live a somewhat normal life without Izaya poking around.”

He chuckled lightly. “You and me both.”

Our conversation was cut short by Shizuo’s phone ringing in his pocket. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered it, “Yeah?”

“ Shizuo, are you free? I need you to come in really quick, we’ve gotta put in some overtime today. There’s a guy out there that owes us and we need to find him.” I heard Tom Tanaka’s voice from his phone. Shizuo looked up at me as if to give me a look of concern.

“I’ll be fine, you can go ahead if you want.” I said, waving my hand at him.

He nodded, saying to Tom, “Alright, I’ll be there shortly.” He hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket. He looked at me and said, “I’ll come back after I’m done. Are you sure you’re gonna be alright?”

“Of course I will be! I can take care of myself!”

“You sure about that?” He raised his brow. “You let the fleabag stab you.”

“Don’t worry, that’s not going to happen again, my guard will be up from now on. And when I go home tomorrow I’m gonna prepare to set up the protection spell around my apartment.”

“Alright, don't let any fleabags come by and attack you again. And watch the homestead for me while I'm gone.” He leaned in for a kiss but was met with a playful slap on his chest.

“You are ridiculous!” I laughed.

He showed off another adorable smile and a small laugh before he attempting to kiss me again. I allowed him to do so, wrapping my arms around his waist for a hug. I held into him for a minute before releasing him so that he could help out Tom.

In the meantime, I relaxed in my hospital room, ready for tomorrow to come.

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[thewitchandthebeasthimself]

The Witch and The Beast Himself: Chapter 7

The next morning, I woke up next to Shizuo in his bed about three hours before I had to be at work. I looked beside me to see him lying down asleep, his entire body facing me. He had only half of his blanket covering his lower body, showing off his chest all the way down to his stomach.

I stared in awe at him for a minute while he slept.

How did I get so lucky?

I checked the time on my phone, got up, and put my clothes from the night before on. I woke him up to let him know that I was leaving.

“Hmmmm? Okay, bye.” he said in a soft, sleepy voice. He grabbed me into a lying position with him to hug me, gave me a kiss on the lips, then let me go so that I could leave. I lightly stepped out of his apartment, closed the door behind me, then took the elevator down to ground level and out to the calm and quiet street.

I had to try to rush across downtown Ikebukuro to my apartment, grab my uniform and my passcode, then hightail it to work on time for my first day. On the way I was stopped by crossing paths with Erika and Walker.

“Heeyyy, (your name!)” she yelled out as she saw me. Both of their energies felt intrigued by me.

“Oh hey guys,” I stopped to greet them. “What’s up?”

“We seen you online that you were dating Shizuo Heiwajima!” Walker said in excitement. “Is that true?!”

“Huh, where did you see that at?” I asked, a bit confused. “Someone posted about Shizuo and I online?”

“Yeah it was on one of the message boards we get on,” she said, another vibe telling me that she was hiding something about this message board but I ignored it. “So? Is it true?”

“Umm…. yep. Shizuo and I are dating.” I said a little sheepishly.

“YOU’RE WHAAAAATTT?!” They said in unison, both of them grabbing their faces in shock. Neither one of them could still wrap their head around it, even after hearing about it online.

“You ruined my yaoi!!!” Erika cried, grabbing me by my shoulder and yanking me back and forth. “What am I gonna do naoowwww???”

“Oh my goodness, you can still write it!” I laughed, pulling away from her. “I’m not gonna stop you.”

‘How were you able to do it?” Walker asked.

“Oh, you know…” I started, but upon looking at my phone to check the time I realized I only had about an hour and a half to get to work. “Shit, sorry guys, I’m gonna be late for work, but I’ll text you about it later Erika!”

“Did you get your number changed or something? I tried to text you yesterday but I only got an error message back.” Erika said.

“Oh yeah I did, sorry I forgot to text you about it,” I said.

“It’s okay,” she slapped me playfully on the arm. “You were out with your man thing. Get outta here before you’re late, and don’t forget to text me all the juicy details later!”

“Okay, sure thing, bye!” I took off down to my street to unlock my door, quickly threw on my uniform, brushed my teeth, pulled back my hair into a ponytail, and ran out the door again. I ran down the street to my job and surprisingly made it in 10 minutes before I had to be there.

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 After about 6 hours in, the owner let me off early due to the night shift showing up early. I found that the work was pretty easy and I was able to keep up with everyone else. At this point, all I wanted to do was go home and pass out for a few hours. But first, I wanted to sit down a moment and catch my breath before I started to walk home.

I walked out of the coffee shop and sat at an outside and shaded table and turned on my phone to check my texts. First, I texted Erika to let her know that that was my new number and sent her short and sweet details about my and Shizuo’s date to keep her satisfied. Next, I pulled up a text from a new number:

  [Having fun with your beast, witch?]

I froze as I read the alarming text. This was the second weird text message sent to me by a random number. This time, they had called me out completely.

 What the fuck?

I texted the number back:

  [Who the hell is this?]

The person replied to me in English:

  [Why don’t you give me a call to find out? :) ]

There’s only one other person I know here that could speak English: Izaya Orihara!

I angrily dial the number in my phone and tapped the call button. Sure enough, Izaya answered.

“Hello?” he answered in English.

“How the fuck do you know what I am?!” I yelled into the phone.

“Whoa whoa, slow down, I don’t even know what’s going on here, to whom do I owe the pleasure of speaking with?" he asked in a fake empathetic voice.

“You know goddamn well who this is.”

“Oh, it’s (your name)! Sorry, didn’t recognize you with that hint of anger in your voice. Did you want to inquire about the person you were looking for?”

“I’m the one asking questions right now, you little shit! How the fuck do you know what I am?! And how the fuck do you keep getting my number?!” I asked angrily, tying him to the first weird text that pretended to be Shizuo.

He chuckled slyly, “It’s simple, (your name). I told you that finding people is a skill of mine. I became curious about you so did some of my own research on you. Looks like you come from a long and dying line of witches based in Salem, Massachusetts. And you proved that to me by saving Shizu-chan with your magic from my new group of pawns, the Blood Diamonds. I ordered them to corner and kill him once and for all but you came to his rescue just in time before he could die.”

“You… watched… me… save him?” I asked in horror.

“Of course I did! In fact, I got to watch you in action from atop a building across from that alley! Bravo!” I heard him clapping in the background. “And before you ask, yes, I did order that guy that almost hit you two to hit-and-run both of you on your first date. Too bad you stopped that from happening too.”

“So.. you  were the one standing outside of Shizuo’s bedroom… watching us,” I gasped.

“You’re a smart girl,” he replied. “I can see now that’s something that comes with being what you are. Also, now that you’re dating Shizu-chan, you are now an enemy of mine, meaning that you and I will no longer be on friendly terms and I will strive to kill both of you.”

“You won’t lay a finger on me or him,” I snarled. “I will kill you myself before you could. I’m going to tell Shizuo you’ve been the one toying with us.”

“Easy now, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he said. “He will attempt to come after me after he’s heard about it, but I’ve got something quite deadly for him once his finds me. Now since you know, I will only target Shizu-chan randomly whenever you’re not around, and you’re going to allow it or else your life will be taken from you quicker than his.”

“I’m not afraid of you, you sick bastard!” I spat.

“You should be,” he sneered. “I’m one of the most dangerous men in the city.” I heard him stretch out in a mocking tone. “Welll, I gotta go, I’ve got some other clients waiting on me. Stay safe now, (your name), bye-bye!” he hung up the phone.

I gripped my phone in anger and tears ran down my face. I knew it the moment I felt that energy outside of Shizuo’s bedroom window last night: Izaya’s been the one messing with us the whole time! And he’s the leader of the Blood Diamonds! Why the hell is he doing this to us?!

I suddenly felt Shizuo’s energy coming towards me and and unfamiliar energy following with him.

Fuck here he comes, I need to quickly contemplate what I’m going to do. I can’t tell him just yet that Izaya’s been the one after us the whole time. I can’t keep it from him forever, but i know he will try to go after Izaya once he finds out. For now, I guess I’ll try to solve this on my own.

I wiped my tears off of my face, breathed in, then breathed out, changing my energy to appear neutral. Humans do have a natural intuitive instinct so I didn’t want Shizuo to suspect I’ve been upset or crying.

I slid my phone into my pocket, stood up, then walked over to greet Shizuo and a man in a red and black striped suit and dyed dreadlocks with a cool, laid-back energy.

“Hey Shizuo.” I smiled and greeted him in Japanese.

“Oh hey, (your name),” Shizuo gave me a half hug when he seen me, then looked over at the man to introduce me to him. “This is the girl I’m dating, Tom.”

“Oh really?” replied Tom, who then looked at me. “Well she’s definitely a catch. And she’s American! Nice to meet you, I’m Shizuo’s long time friend and employer, Tom.” He held his hand out for me to shake. “How did you learn to speak Japanese? You’re pretty fluent.”

“Oh, I learned the language so that I could be able to communicate with everyone here.” I said.

That should’ve been obvious, I thought.

“Oh, that makes sense,” he replied. “You’re definitely really smart and pretty.”

“Um thanks,” I said awkwardly.

“Hey Tom, I’m gonna walk (your name) home, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he then beckoned for me to follow him away, showing in his energy that he had something to tell me.

“Alright Shizuo, see you tomorrow, don’t have too much fun!” he winked at him. Shizuo then turned me around to walk in the opposite direction while Tom went into the coffee shop.

“Sorry, he’s… blunt,” Shizuo remarked once we were further from the coffee shop.

“It’s okay, I’m not too worried about it,” I said. “Did you have something you wanted to tell me?”

“Damn, it’s gonna be hard to keep anything from you,” he smirked. “Yeah, let’s go to your place so you can get changed; I have someone I want you to meet.”

I gasped. “Is it Celty?!”

He smiled at me. “Yep, Shinra texted me when I woke up to tell me that Celty came back home and she’s willing to meet you.”

“Oh my gosh, this is exciting! Well come on, let’s get to my place!” I grabbed Shizuo’s arm and led him quickly to my house so that I could change my clothes. I chose a gray t-shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and flats before I came out of my apartment and locked the door behind me. Shizuo waited for me outside.

“Where to?” I asked.

“We’re gonna meet them at their apartment,” he said. He put his hand on my back and led me down the street to Shinra and Celty’s apartment.  

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