Ikebukuro!x1

~иσт α gяєαт fιяѕт ∂αу~

   I lied down lazily in my mother's room with my laptop beside me, listening to a bunch of songs the Duarara!! characters sing. Ponponpon by Izaya Orihara, Migikata no Chou by Masaomi Kida, Fukkireta by Mikado Ryuugamine, and so on. They're catchy songs, even though I've already heard of them from VOCALOID. My fat cat, Chester, lied down next to me, licking her paws. I pulled her onto my stomach and scratched behind her ears as she began to purr.
I forgot what kind of cat Chester was, but she had white fur and spots colored in black and brown. Her big eyes were a sort of brownish color. She's a very lazy kitty, and very fat, too; about ten pounds. I'm not entirely sure, but she's still heavy!
I sat up, Chester sliding off my body, as the door opened, revealing my younger sister, Ariel. She had short, dark hair and matching eyes. Her eyes and hair, along with her appearance, gave her that sassy look. She was only an inch or two shorter than me; I have a small family. "What are you doing?"
I paused the song. "Listening to music, until you ruined it. What do you want?"
"I'm hungry."
"Then get something to eat!"
"There's nothing to eat...! Can you make me something?"
"No, you're old enough to make a sandwich."
"Durarara!! is not so important, you know!"
"Yeah, maybe not, but it's way more interesting than you. Masaomi cracks better jokes than you."
Ariel's face turned red in anger as she rolled her eyes, clenching her teeth. "You're so mean!" She stormed out of the room, shutting the door.
"Haa...!" I sighed in annoyance as I lied back down. Chester crawled on my stomach and plopped down on her side, now just getting comfortable. I don't like being the older sibling; you get too much work to do, and are expected to be the role model of the younger kids. My life would be so much different if I lived in Ikebukuro. I could hang out with Masaomi and Mikado, maybe run into Celty, or even catch Izaya and Shizuo in a street fight. I chuckled, thinking about how life would be there. Though, it would be stressful for sure, with all of the death and kidnappings.
I rolled Chester beside me as she quietly yowled and closed the computer, lying down on my side. It was still a bit early in the evening, but a little nap wouldn't hurt anybody, would it? I'd like to fantasize a bit more, anyways...

Before I could open my eyes, shooting pain ran through my body. I tried to raise my hand to clutch my head, where most of the pain was coming from, but I couldn't. A few moments went by when I realized my wrists were tied behind my back, and my ankles were bound. I cried out for help, but it was muffled. I looked around, just seeing different shades of gray and black.
I was in a building, and most likely kidnapped while I was out. But how long had that been?
I struggled to pull my hands free, and then I heard several boys cackling and laughing. "Looks like the little lady's awake," a rather high male voice said. I shook my head side to side, trying to loosen the cloth tied around my mouth. Fortunately, it worked. I managed to sit up and started backing away at the five figures advancing towards me. I didn't recognize a single one of them.
"Where am I?" I demanded. "What do you want with me?"
"You just happened to appear on the streets, so we took you here," one of the boys said. He had an average build and height, but his narrow dark eyes and creepy smile made him intimidating.
"That doesn't answer my question!" A few moments after I finished my sentence, a small boy rushed up to me and grabbed my face, covering my mouth.
"You really need to watch your mouth, Missy." His voice was soft, but malevolent. That made me get the feeling something bad was going to happen. "You're in a warehouse on the south side of Ikebukuro." Ikebukuro? No... he's got to be kidding... If he's not talking about Ikebukuro, Tokyo, then that means... "If you're nice and do as we say, maybe we won't have to kill you." I pulled back and bit down on his finger as hard as I could, and he yelled.
"Not happening!" I raised my legs and kicked his chest, knocking him back as I tried to pull my hands from the ropes again. The entire time, I did my best to ignore the pain I was in. Finally, they came loose, just in time before one of the men lifted me by my shirt collar and pushed me up against the wall. I raised my clenched fist and put all of my strength into one punch. The blow knocked out one of his teeth as he let me go and he hit the ground. He was out cold. I bent down and quickly untied the rope around my ankles, which was done poorly.
"You're not getting away!" a very tall man said as he lifted me from around the waist and tossed me over his shoulder. I continuously landed punches on his back as I kept yelling for someone to help me.
"Make her shut up!" the small boy shouted as I kneed the man's chest as hard as I could. He doubled over, and I pushed myself out of his grip. I ran to the entrance with the remaining three boys chased after me. I tried to pull the door open, but it was locked, and I had no time to figure out how to unlock it. I jumped to the side as one of the boys tried to cut me with a knife. I hit the ground and saw a long and sharp piece of glass. I turned around and slashed the boy's leg, causing him to fall over. Honestly, pretty weak.
As I felt like I was going to get through this, the two boys grabbed my arms and lifted me off the ground. They were so tall; I couldn't even touch the floor. I began to try and kick them as the man I kneed in the chest stood up and headed over, holding his bruised torso. He sent a death glared towards me and pulled his large fist back. I kept on struggling, and before he punched me, I pointed the glass down and stabbed one of the boy's hands, and he let me go. But, I got hit anyway, straight into a bunch of wooden boxes.
I found myself waking up after a few moments of being in a black limbo, and the big guy was over me with a knife. My eyes widened and I grasped his wrist as he tried to force it down. Just behind him, up above on a higher platform, I saw a figure leaning on a railing, looking down at me. He had raven colored hair, and brownish-red eyes. And he was wearing a fur jacket... "Help me, Izaya!"
He jumped down beside the man, and the other two boys stumbled back in surprise.
I knew it. So I really am in Durarara!!'s Ikebukuro, not the real one.
Izaya Orihara took out his switchblade and held it up to the man's throat. As he was distracted, I pushed the guy off of me and sat up dizzily, clutching my head. I felt liquid run down my face. Oh great, I was bleeding. My hair was matted with blood. I glanced over to Izaya who lowered his knife slightly and chuckled at me. "And yet I thought you could handle it," he said in his usual soft voice. "It is surprising you made it this far. What an interesting girl..."
"Isn't that Izaya Orihara?" I heard one of the boys ask.
"We can still take him!" The boys stood up, each of them holding a knife, all three much bigger than Izaya's.
"My, my, how scary," Izaya said, playing along. The average looking one tried to make a go for it and swung his knife. But, Izaya stepped aside and, with a small spin around, raised his hands in the air as if surrendering. "Oh, you're too tough for me!" I quietly laughed as the boy's hair fell off his head. He stood up and tried to land a punch on Izaya, but the Informant stepped aside and butted him in the back of the head with his elbow, slamming his face into the ground.
The next boy tried to tackle him, but Izaya cut his arm and knocked him into the wall as bits of blood splattered on the floor. Finally, the big guy was next. He swung his blade.
Thanks to his massive height, Izaya was able to simply drop to his knees. He stood up between his next attack and kicked the guy to the ground. I heard a bang, as if his head connected with metal. With that, he didn't stand back up. Izaya turned over to me and pulled the blade down, putting his switchblade in his pocket as he chuckled. "I can tell that was amusing for you."
I spit out the blood leaking into my mouth. "Why were you watching... as they tried to kill me?"
"You look like you can handle yourself. You did well, until you made the mistake of stabbing his hand."
"I don't need your criticism..." I stumbled to my feet, using the wall for balance. "Well, anyway, I owe you one..."
"And I'll be waiting for it." Izaya watched me as I began to limp towards the locked entrance door. "You won't get far with that injury."
"Then someone can find me..." I spit up some more blood, but this wasn't from my head. Maybe it was from the punch?
"You're gonna bleed to death!~" Izaya said in a sing-song tone.
Creepy... as always.
Once I got a closer look at the lock, I realized it had a large metal lock, like those ones on a backyard gate but bigger. Because of my height, I could not reach it, even if I jumped. Izaya saw this and walked over. He unlocked the door and pulled it open. "I wonder how long you'll last?" He wondered aloud. Izaya bent down to my eye level with his arms crossed, which was pretty low, considering I'm only five feet tall. "So much strength in such a small body... What's your name?" I stayed quiet for a few seconds before he spoke again. "Come on, I won't bite!" He smirked. "I did save your life, so the least thing you could do is give me your name."
"... Evelyn."
"So, you're a foreigner?" I didn't respond, and he began to chuckle, "Heheh, shy, aren't we?" It's surprising he didn't say anything about my name, like how he said Mikado's name sounded like an air conditioner.
"Just be quiet...!"
"My!" Izaya stood up with his hand to his mouth, pretending to act dramatic. "What attitude!"
"Hmph..." I walked out the door, holding my stomach.
"You know," Izaya called with his hands beside his mouth, trying to speak louder as I got farther and farther away, "I still haven't gotten a thank you, yet!"
"... Thanks."
"What was that?" He was enjoying himself too much. "I couldn't hear you!"
"Thanks!"
"For...?"
"Thank you for saving me! Happy now?" As I continued walking, I could hear Izaya's faint laughs.