the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't regret something you did

disclaimer: durarara!! does not belong to me. i am just your average fangurl who makes fanfictions
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Your POV:

"Alright then, I'm going out to work for that asshole. You're going to stay here right?"

"Yep. I need to sort out the clothes Izaya-Kun got me. Thanks Namie-onee-San."

Once I heard the door click I sighed loudly and fell into my bed face first.

That was an excuse, there's no way I'm on the mood to arrange clothes.

I turned onto my back and put an arm over my forehead.

Too many things happened in such a short amount of time. So many things happened that I can't even fully process all of them yet. And there things that I don't even understand in the slightest. Like that picture. Why did I have that? Was it actually taken? So the two of them were really doing that?

Kyaaaaaaaaa-

Ahem, I mean, back to the main point, how did I even get that picture? So was I really a crazy stalker? Wait wai,t, Rocchi-San was right, I shouldn't just jump to conclusions, there could be another explanation for this.

I slipped the phone out of my pocket and played with it in my hands, staring at it intently.

I do want to see what else is in here, but I'm..scared. This really was selfish of me, but I wanted to at least have a while more, just a while more, to continue living cluelessly like that. It was unfair to everyone around me that was being inconvenienced, but something told me that if I looked through this phone, I'd find something that would change everything.

What is it, I wonder?
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I opened my eyes droopily, before sitting up and yawning.

When did I fall asleep...?

"Namie-onee-San—"

Ah, the apartment was so silent. And empty.

I guess she left already?

No matter where I looked nobody was at home. Where was Izaya-Kun? Did he go on an errand or something?

I wonder what kind of work he does though....

Curiosity got the better of me, and I walked over to his desk, intending to just sneak a few peaks.

I mean, just one look won't hurt right?

It was pretty organised and neat, though most of the documents were of things I didn't understand.

Even though Izaya-Kun acts like that, he's still a responsible and reliable adult huh?

Suddenly something caught my eye. Something blue that looked like the top of a container was sticking out from under the desk.

What a weird place to put such a thing.....

My body moved before my mind, and before I knew it my hands had already moved to grab the object.

Have you ever regretted anything you've done? I did, and this was the time.

It was a container, the top and bottom blue, and the middle transparent and clear.

It wasn't about the container, it was about what was in it.

A head.

Unbelievable right?

But I'm telling the truth.

A woman's head, beautiful and alluring, seeming to be perfectly preserved, with all of its features and even the hairs still attached to it, and in good condition.

"Is that Celty-san's head...?"

Eh?

My eyes widened, and I stopped focusing on what was in front of me.

What did I just say...?

Celty-san's head?

Eh?

Wha—

"Say, (Y/n)-Chan...."

That voice, I know it. It was behind me and I couldn't see who it was, but I didn't need to.

Izaya-Kun.

His footsteps echoed across the silent apartment at a painfully slow pace, but I couldn't move. It was like my legs were stuck to the floor.

He finally stopped, leaning in towards my ear, still behind me, and I could feel his lips forming into a smirk, even wider than usual.

"Just who are you?"