the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't be the same person as your past self

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

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Your POV:

"Uh, Tom-san, was it? Thanks, I get the situation now."

Wow, Tom-san's kind of amazing, he somehow got Shizu-chan to calm down and explained the whole thing perfectly.

"Why the hell did you kidnap them?!"

Shinra-san's amazing in a way too.

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"Don't worry, she's fast asleep now."

"Thank goodness, I was so surprised when she fainted like that..."

I wonder what happened to that girl, for her to have acted like that.

I quietly withdrew from the conversation, Shizu-chan and Shinra-san's words passing through my ears idly as I shifted my eyes to the left.

The room where that girl was currently residing in...that's the same room I had first woken up in too.

Come to think of it, that's where it had all begun.

*Flashback*

"I think, the last thing I thought was...oh my god I'm in Ikebukuro and...was that the furball of sadism with a god complex..."

I paused, surprised at how well I was able to recall that.

"Then everything went black..."

*Flashback end*

The furball of sadism with a god complex...you weren't wrong, past me.

But, then again you were probably just as bad too.

'Kyaaa, Shizaya really is the best~'

(Please don't get mad at me Izuo fans><)

'Great, Mom isn't coming home so I can go on a Durara marathon again!!'

I haven't given it much thought, since I still barely remember anything at all,

If I get my memory back, will I become who I was before again? Will I be able to understand myself from before then? Will we become the same person?

No, aren't we already the same person?

I don't know.

I don't want to think about it.

*Click*

My head was throbbing again, and it hurt like it always did when this happened. My hand shot up to hold the side of my head in reflex, and my expression naturally cringed in reaction.

'Man, I really like Izaya-kun. But I can't understand him.'

Was this another memory?

Right, I can't understand Izaya-kun.

That's right, that's exactly how I feel all the time too.

But, huh?

No.

That's not me.

That isn't my thought.

That's just the past me.

Because, I don't like Izaya-kun.

Not one bit.

Because I'm not her.