Cold Hearted {Durarara x Reader}

My... Home... Ugh.

     "...You've got to be kidding me," I sighed. My apartment was huge... Ugh. My guardians are just sugar coating it. They know how much I hate them and are trying to fix that... Too bad. 

     I took my mangled bags into the living room and opened them, pulling out whatever survived. I threw away the stuff that didn't. Which meant my phone, my canvas's, my paints, two of my paint brushes, my comb, and most of my clothes. At least my isle was fine... 

     I put up the surviving things and grabbed a clean outfit. It was a black and white t shirt, black ripped jeans, and a white beanie. I went upstairs and found a rest room. I walked in and started a hot shower. After I was done with my shower, I got dress and brushed my H/L, H/C hair. I slid down the railing and sat on the couch in the living room. After a while, some one knocked on the door. I got up and opened it. I was mildly surprised to see Orihara.

    "Are you stalking me?" I asked, leaning against the door frame. He seemed just as surprised as I was. Then he smirked.

    "Actually, I was greeting my new neighbor. Not on my own accord, of course. But now I don't regret it as much," he chuckled. I scoffed.

    "What do you want?" I hissed.

    "Ooh, feisty!~ Can I come in?" He smiled.

    "No,"I said bluntly.

    "That's fine! I'll just stand out side your door until you let me in!~" He sang. I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him in my apartment, shutting the door behind him. He smirked at me.

    "Shut up, pup," I hissed.

    "Pup?" He asked.

    "That's what you remind me of," I shrugged, "What do you want?"

    "Well, I was planning a little something for you, but I couldn't find anything about you anywhere!~" He said.

    "Well of course not. I deleted it all," I smirked, "technically, I don't exist."

    "Well, that's impressive," He chuckled, eyeing me. Creep.

    "Ugh, kill me now," I gagged.

    "Gladly," I was slightly startled when he pulled out his switch blade and held it to my neck, holding one of my arms behind me. "If you don't exist, no one will be able to identify your body~," He purred. 

    "But you won't do it," I said, turning my head slightly to look him in the eyes. E/C met blood red. His grip loosened slightly and I smirked. I pushed him back and ducked. He realized this and pulled the knife towards me. I caught the blade in my mouth, pulling it out of his hand and jumping away from him. I spit the blade out, seeing blood and tasting the metallic taste. I probably have a nasty gash there... 

   "Ooh, that looks bad!~" Izaya chuckled, but I could see something else in his eyes. worry? Sure.

   "No duh, Sherlock," I hissed, feeling the gash with my tongue, "Now get out my house so I can fix this."

   "Can I have my blade?" He asked.

   "GET OUT!" I screamed, pushing him out the door. I winced. I think I tore the skin more... I ran up the stairs and to the rest room, turning on the sink. I cleaned the blood off of my face. Then I opened the cabinet and realized I didn't have a first aid kit. It got destroyed. I held a napkin to my face and ran down the stairs and out the door, just in time to see Izaya walk into his. I ran into his apartment without permission.

   "What the hell are you doing?" Izaya asked. 

   "I don't have a first aid kit," I said frantically, tearing the skin a bit more. 

   "Oh well, not my problem," He shrugged, "Now get out." I growled, feeling blood slip through my fingers and the skin tear more. 

   "Ow..." I said, a tear welling up in my eye. Izaya noticed this. He went still then ran upstairs, coming back down and chucking a first aid kit at me.

   "Take it and leave. You're getting blood everywhere," He said, ushering me out the door. Before he closed it, I swear I saw a blush. I ran to my apartment and to my bathroom, noticing his switch blade on the sink. I cleaned my face again and pulled out a needle, disinfectant, and surgery thread. I cleaned it with the disinfectant and began to stitch from the side of my mouth, up. Great, now I'm gonna have a scar... I'm gonna get a mask. I finished and wrapped gauze around my mouth. I sighed in relief, only to wince in pain. No talking today. Damn it! I grabbed my sketch pad out of my laptop bag and a pencil. Then I cleaned the blood from Izaya's knife and reorganized his first aid kit. I wrote a note and put it in the first aid kit with his knife. I grabbed my apartment keys and my wallet. I left apartment and stopped by the mail boxes before leaving, receiving odd looks from passing strangers. Not even one day here and I've already gotten severely injured. Fabulous.

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A/N: Another update! Good job getting attacked and hurt already!~ XD I honestly don't know what happened XD Anyways, Rawr to my dragons!~