Durarara Kida x OC

Chapter 5

I wore a dress for my eighth birthday to school. My mom even helped me put a pretty bow in my hair. I was excited, ecstatic because I knew I would finally make some friends when I invited some of my classmates to my birthday party. As I walked through the front doors and into the classroom I began to open my hello kitty backpack and pull out my very glittery, homemade invitations. I made sure to hand one to each student except one. The one who always called me names, and pulled my hair, and would never leave me alone! I kept from looking at him when I went to sit at my desk, but it was difficult since I sat in front of him.
"Hey, Sasaki? Where's my invitation?"
"You're not invited to my party."
"What, why not birthmark?"
I cringed. He always made fun of the discolored birthmark on the back of my neck. It wasn't very big or even noticeable, but since he sat behind me he had the perfect view. I wanted to speak up and yell the only curse word I knew, but I didn't. Because it was my day, my birthday, and he couldn't ruin it for me.
When the bell rang for lunch I got up quickly and walked out hoping to eat with some of the girls I had invited. I walked over to where they sat and it seemed like I would finally get to sit with them!
"Um, that's Maya's seat."
"Oh!" I said before pointing to another seat on the other side of the table.
"What about that seat?"
"No, that's my seat! Listen you can sit over here later ok?"
I grinned bigger than I ever had before. I would finally have friends!
"Ok! I'll see you guys tomorrow!"
I walked off looking for somewhere else to sit when I heard something happening at the front of the courtyard. All I could see was a group of big kids huddled around each other, but I could hear someone crying. Worried that it was one of the kids I invited from my class I approached cautiously. Once I got closer I could see the big kids laughing and kicking none other than my bully. I stood there in awe, the fact that he was getting picked on I felt bad even though I knew he probably deserved it. I tried walking away like I should have but he saw me and pleaded at me with the look in his eyes. I stood there frozen, debating whether I should do something, but before I could make up my mind one of the big kids saw me and threw me a menacing glare.
"Hey get lost! And don't even think about doin' anything, or you're next!"
I hesitated for only a moment before I ran off. I still couldn't understand why I felt bad for the kid who had picked on me since the day I got here. But I felt sorry all the same. I couldn't just leave him there, that's not fair to anyone, even a jerk like him. So I went back inside and found the gym teacher. Soon enough I followed him back outside to watch him chase away the big kids and help my bully stand up. He was still crying and he had a bunch of scratches and bruises, but when he saw that I brought the coach outside he looked at me. And I could tell he was sorry by the way he passed me with shame and guilt in his eyes, but still, I smiled at him.
He wasn't back in class the rest of the day, and by the time school was over my mom was outside the school ready to walk me home. We talked about our day and my dress and how excited I was for my birthday party tomorrow. Everything was great. My dad greeted us as we came home and all together we made dinner, played games, and fell asleep on the couch while watching my favorite movie. It was one of the best birthdays I could remember.
The next day I decided I should wear another dress with another bow. I skipped off to school in a wonderful mood and couldn't wait to hear from my soon to be friends. When I got to class I wasted no time in asking who would be able to come to my party that night. There were a lot of not sure's and maybe's, but it was enough for me. I went to sit down in my chair and saw that kid sitting at his desk looking out the window with a bandaids on his forehead and cheek. I ignored him and sat down, waiting to see if he would say something nice for once or go back to being the same old bully.
"Hey, Sasaki..."
I turned around bracing myself for the worst, but he avoided looking at me and instead spoke to the window.
"I'm... Your dress looks nice today..."
He blushes lightly and I sat stunned for a moment. I never in a million years expected a compliment from him of all people. I smiled.
"Thanks! Is your face feeling better?"
"Hmph, it's fine I guess..."
With that, the teacher walked in and the class started, and the day felt like it was just going to get better and better.
Before lunch let out my teacher stopped me and handed me a note.
"Your mom called and wanted to let you know that she can't walk with you today. Do you want someone else to walk home with you?"
"No ma'am! I'll be ok!"
I hopped off to lunch looking for the table with all of my new friends, but I couldn't find them anywhere. When I did find them it was the same thing as yesterday and I just went to eat under my favorite tree in the courtyard. Everything was fine, but I could've sworn I had seen someone out of the corner of my eye near the entrance. When I looked there was no one there, but feeling uneasy I grabbed my things and went inside to eat.
After school ended I told all of the people I invited that I couldn't wait to see them at my party that night and I looked for my mom before I remembered. Still, in a fair mood, I began to walk home alone for the first time in awhile. I was starting to turn the corner when someone came around the other side.
"Well, well look who it is guys? It's the snitch!"
The same mean big kids blocked my way and somehow surrounded me. I panicked and started to cry only making them laugh. They yanked off my precious hello kitty backpack and emptied its contents. One of the big girls laughed at my bow calling it stupid before pulling it out of my hair. They all poked fun at me, my chubby legs, my stupid homemade dress, my ugly birthmark. I didn't know how to avoid them so I tried crawling away, shamefully, but as soon as I did the kicking started. I cried and cried for my mom and dad but no one came.
"H-hey!"
I heard someone yell and I looked up, but I couldn't see who it was.
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" They yelled.
"What? Like you, squirt?" The big kids laughed and most of them walked over to the other kid. Then I could see who it was.
He was able to kick a couple of them, but he wasn't big enough to really hurt them, and there were too many for him to stop. Soon he was the one getting beat up again and I could do nothing but sit on the ground and cry. The big kids lost interest when they realized he wasn't crying like the last time and so they left as quickly as they arrived. I was still a mess, but I tried to put my things back in my bag. He walked over to me, pretty beat up and to my surprise helped.
"I'm sorry I got you into this..." He whispered.
I cry-laughed while drying my eyes. "It's ok, it's not your fault."
"Yeah, it is! Gosh, why are you so nice?"
"I don't know, I just... It's not fair to get picked on... I think we get that."
He paused and looked up at me, but soon he smiled a little and shook his head.
"Yeah, I guess so."
I smiled back and resumed getting my things together. Once it was all packed up I stood up wiping my face one last time, I was about to say something when he reached out to hand me something.
"Here, I think this is yours."
It was one of my invitations, a lot less sparkly and a lot more bent up, but an invitation all the same. He looked at the ground all sad like so I smiled and pushed it back toward him. He looked up in awe and I giggled.
"Do you want to come?"
"Um... Sure, why not?"
"Well let's go! There should be cake and stew waiting when we get to my house!"
I began to head off and he walked up beside me.
"I was wondering, why didn't your mom come and get you like she normally does?"
"Oh, she and my dad had to go to the hospital. She had to go get her medicine again."
He looked at me concerned,
"Is she sick?"
"Yeah, but I'm sure she'll get better soon!"
"Geez, you're really just this positive all the time aren't you?"
I laughed.
"Yup, just like how you're always negative all the time Masaomi!"
He grunted and crossed his arms.
"Don't call me that, only teachers call me that."
"Well, I don't know your first name!"
"Kida, just call me Kida..."
I grinned "Sounds good Masaomi!"

I don't know why that memory came back to me as I was standing outside the junkyard warehouse. The sun was beating down on me as I squinted down at the key and note in my hand. I double checked, even triple checked the address, but sure enough, this was the place. For the first time in a long time I was worried about Kida, what could he be doing all the way out here? I took a deep breath trying to prepare myself for the worst and slid the key into the rusty lock and opened the door.