»00; flying vending machine

9 1 0
                                    


—☆—

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

THIRD PERSON

The short light haired girl stepped out of her apartment. Something that was pretty rare for her. She pushed up her glasses and adjusted the plaid scarf around her neck. She looked down the hallway left and right then proceeded towards the elevator that would take her down to the main lobby.  That girl is Hanako Ami. She moved from Akihabara and has been living here for a week or so. Not surprising but this is the first time she's stepped foot out of her small apartment. She's just not super social and would rather stay inside watching anime, reading books, or manga. But one this particular day she has run out of noodles and popcorn. As she woke up this morning she growled at the thought of her being outside and interacting with people. But here she is. Out in the open. In one of the most dangerous cities. Alone. Hanako shivered at the thought of the many gang members that riddled this city coming up to her and robbing her or worse.

But she shook of those bad thoughts and focused on getting to the shop that was only a couple blocks away. She stepped out and realized how beautiful the colourful lighted city was. Colours blinking and danced on each building. It reflected off her glasses and momentarily blinded her. On this day it was quite chilly in Ikebukuro. Hanako looked up to the buildings and blew out air. She could see it blow out and up to the sky. She smiled but began to think.

I could just go out for dinner tonight. She thought. She tapped her chin and began to walk to her right. What do I feel like? The girl asked herself. Then she stumbled upon and dark skinned, very tall man giving out sushi samples. Her eyes light up at the good looking sushi. Bingo.

"Hey, short little girl, you want some sushi? It very good!" He asked in a friendly tone. She smiled up at the tall Russian man.

"Yes please! I've been looking for food all day. What's you're na-" The girl was about to ask his name but was quickly cut off by a raven haired man. He looked like trouble. His eyes were a crimson red and looked as though they were cats eyes. He grinned down at Hanako.

"Simon, who's you're cute friend?" He asked. His voice sounded pretty smooth but suspicious. She wasn't fazed by his flattery. She remained calm and didn't turn into an exploding, blushing mess. Although she kind of wanted to. But that shows weakness. Besides she wasn't even attracted to him.

"I'm Hanako. Call me Hana if you'd like." She tried sounded nice. But inside she really didn't want to talk to him. She wanted to run away and not talk to anyone for the rest of the day. But if she did that then she would starve. She can't ever win can she. "Who are you?" He laughed a bit.

"You must be new. Everyone here knows me." He held his hand out for her to shake. "I'm-"

"IZAYAAAA!!!" An almost deafening yell came from down the street. She was scared but also intrigued. This city is much more exciting then her hometown. A vending machine then flew towards the three.

"I'm going to go." The raven haired boy smirked and ran off. Before the flying vending machine could crush Hanako Simon stepped in front of her and caught it. A big blonde haired guy ran over to the two. It was obvious that he was the culprit of her almost death. He kind of knew he fucked up but all that mattered was Izaya's demise to him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Hanako yelled at him but quickly covered her mouth. Now she was scared. Her first day out of the house and she's already encountered probably the scariest guy she's ever met, but she's also yelled and swore at him.

The wide shouldered blonde didn't respond to her yelling at him as she thought he would. He grinned and let out a laugh in huffs. "I like this girl, she's got guts." Hanako didn't know how to respond. She was shocked and relieved at the same time. She recovered from the shock and stood her ground. She put out her hand, or up her hand to the man for him to shake.

"I'm Hanako. But you can call me Hana." The blonde was surprised for just a minute but took her hand and shook it.

"Shizuoka. Call me Shizuo." He replied back. Their hands left each other and the blonde had walked off. Hanako and Simon then retreated into his store. Hana obtained the Sushi she came for and went back to the comfort of her apartment.

As she sat cross legged, a blanket in her lap and a bowl of noodles and sushi, her eyes widened.

"A FUCKING VENDING MACHINE WAS THROWN AT ME TODAY!"

You've reached the end of published parts.

⏰ Last updated: Jul 07, 2018 ⏰

Add this story to your Library to get notified about new parts!

disconnected » durarara!!!Where stories live. Discover now