the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't get kidnapped by Shizuo

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

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Your POV:

"U-umm-"

My chest felt constrained from the abruptly sprung exercise I was  thrown into. It was hard to even properly breathe and I was doing my  best to ignore the wild motions of my hair slapping against my cheeks as  I tried to keep up with the two sprinting figures ahead of me.

"Why are we suddenly running?! W-won't people misunderstand more-"

My unstable voice was cut off as my chest tightened painfully--I was out of breath again.

"It doesn't matter, we won't be able to explain this now anyway!"

Tom-san did have a point; explaining what just happened to those police officers didn't exactly seem easily feasible, and the crowd back there felt crushing to any remaining hope.

But,

They ran way too fast without a heads up!! Especially Tom-san!! Yep,  that's definitely it, it's not that I'm out of shape or anything, they're just  inhumanely fast.

Still, that girl from just now...was she okay? I couldn't help feeling worried despite how we had met. Putting things all aside...she was just a little girl, right?

I carelessly brushed the obstructing strands of hair  out of my face, focusing on Shizu-chan and Tom-san's speedy forms.

Wait a second,

"Shizu-chan, behind you!!"

"Huh?"

How had we not noticed that same little girl until now?!

"You can't...run away!"

It must be hard for her to cling on like that, maybe we should at least stop and let her down--

"Come on...die..!!"

...Was she just a little girl?

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Normal POV:

"Oh man, I wish she'd hurry back..."

The forlorn man kicked his legs up in the air fussily, a whine leaving his lips as he curled his moping posture to the side sloppily, his grumbling being comforted by the warmth of the chair.

Almost as if his wish had been heard and granted by a higher being, the melodious ringing of a doorbell echoed within the desolate space, immediately sparking the arousal of the bespectacled male from the couch, his features lighting up automatically.

"Coming, coming, coming!"

He tried to seem cool and collected at her return, his previous session of grumbling conveniently dismissed into the back of his mind as his padded feet loped to the entrance briskly, his hands settling into the pockets of his coat in an attempt to conceal the anticipated excitement that was powering his actions.

"Welcome back! What's the matter, Celty?"

Hurriedly pushing the door open, he was already starting to envision his beloved standing before him.

"Did you forget your keys-"

As he came face to face with a pair of recognizable eyes that looked back at him through blue-tinted glasses, his elated beam was harshly forced into a diverging reality, sadly having to accept the bitter truth that it was in fact not his lover. He closed his lips together stiffly, frowning dejectedly without another word, retracting himself back into his lonely den, his grip pulling the door back with him--only until a hefty force promptly halted him.

"Gehh--what do you want now?"

He wasn't even trying to hide the unwelcoming color of his tone, the strain in his protesting voice obviously presenting his futile retaliations to the blonde. Finally, his feeble frame could no longer compete, unwillingly giving in to the pure brute strength, allowing the metal door to fly out, to his dismay. The unwelcoming mood only worsened, the only thing he could do now was to shoot the intruder a dirty look to convey his unhappiness.

"If it's about that wounded guy you brought over yesterday then, leave! I already let him go. Geez..."

"Wounded guy?"

He had been so caught up in his dwelling disappointment to even realize the company his uninvited guest had brought along. Seeing your apologetic expression appeared to significantly dissolve his negative emotions, and the beam from before had returned.

"Ohh, if it isn't (y/n)-chan! How have you been, good? I haven't seen you since Orihara-kun stole you away like the scum he always is!"

"Ah, I've been doing fine, sorry to interrupt Shinra-san.."

The man gave no regard to the manifesting development of anger seething within the person before him, flagrantly continuing his friendly attitude towards you, not seeming to notice that you were sweatdropping at the veins emerging out from the side of the blonde's face either.

"Oh not at all, YOU'RE not bothering (y/n)-chan! What's up?"

"Well,"

You were more than aware the man beside you was shaking more than usual, it was clear he was exerting himself, you had to make this quick. Just as you were about to resume your explanation, Shinra had already figured things out.

A redundant, fleeting thought of what it would feel like being as fast as Tom flashed through your mind briefly, leaving just as fast as it had come.

You gulped, watching as he gazed into her big, mesmerizing eyes that dazedly peered out from behind Shizuo's uniform, her fingers pressed firmly into his clothing nervously. It felt like time would really stay still in that moment, till a small gasp escaped into the stagnant atmosphere.

"Why'd you kidnap (y/n)-chan and this little girl?!"