Cold Hearted {Durarara x Reader}

Headless Woman

   I shook my head and groaned. It's the second day of school and I'm missing it. I ended up getting sick after my run in with those drunk men. I was in bed, shaking and sneezing in a (f/c) kitty cat robe and my mask. I swear if I ever run into those men again I'll--

KNOCK KNOCK

   I jumped slightly, not expecting anyone. I stood up out of bed shakily, slipping on my (f/c) slippers, and grabbing my note pad. I walked out of my room and down stairs, opening the apartment door. I blinked, slightly shocked. 

   In the door way stood Izaya Orihara, holding a bouquet of (f/f: favorite flowers). He looked pissed about something. 

   "Hey," He said, inviting himself in and handing me the (f/f). ""These are for you!~" He said, returning to his usual composure. 

   'What are you doing here, Pup?' I wrote. Then I sneezed.

   "Nice to see you too, kitty," He replied, looking around my home.

   I tapped on the paper again, glaring at him.

   "Calm down, would you? You can't go pushing yourself when your sick!" He said with a smirk.

   'I can still kick your ass,' I wrote. His eye twitched.

   "Would you like to try, kitty?" He growled through gritted teeth, pulling out his switch blade.

   'It would be a pleasure,' I wrote, sitting down the notepad, pulling a pair of scissors out of my robe pocket and put the (f/f) on the coffee table. 

   We stood, glaring at each other. Suddenly, there was a movement in the shadows, and a black, wavering string wrapped around my neck, a black blade pointing at the side of my head. My eyes widened, but I didn't move. I put away my scissors, but I didn't take my hand out of my pocket. Just in case. 

   "See what I said, Celty? I watched her stab a guy with those very same scissors, and break another guys arm last night," Izaya smirked, pocketing his switch blade, and pulling out his cell phone. He pressed play and put his phone in front of my face. It was a video... of what happened last night. I watched as the rider from last night stepped into view. She held a phone of her own, and she typed quickly.

   'Is that you?' She typed. I didn't answer. I just glared, trying to see her eyes from under the visor. The string tightened around my neck and she impatiently tapped her phone. I shakily nodded. She raised a hand and grabbed the top of my mask, pulling it down. I smirked. 'Who did that to you?' She typed. I pointed at Izaya. She shook her head. I took a step forward, making the rider put the blade closer to my head. I grinned inhumanly and tilted my head towards the knife. 

   "I haven't used my voice since last night," I said. My voice was raspy. "I'm fine with this being the last time I talk." The rider hesitated. "I'm a monster anyways. I just wanted to have fun in this city. You know, mess with a few people, maybe kill someone. Something Izaya is trying to do to me," I said. Izaya smiled at me.

   'Do you really think you're a monster?' She typed. I pushed her phone away.

   "I know I'm a monster. And I've accepted it. I love it!~" I laughed. I was starting to feel light headed. The rider slid her phone into her sleeve and put her hands on her helmet. Then she took it off, and I stopped laughing.

   Underneath her helmet was... nothing. She didn't have a head. Only black smoke rising from her neck. I inhaled through my nose.

   "You smell sad," I said. The rider dropped her helmet. I dropped to my knees as the black blade disappeared and the black string loosened. My vision was getting blurry... I fell on my side. The last thing I saw was Izaya's face. He wore a smirk, but I swore I saw a hint of regret in his eyes...

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A/N: I updated! Yay! I've been working on dozens of different stories (literally five) and decided to update this one.  I hope ya'll enjoyed! I know I enjoyed writing it!~ Rawr to my dragons!~