disclaimer: durarara!! does not belong to me. i am just your average fangurl who makes fanfictions
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Normal POV:The boy's posture was conspicuously hostile, explicitly stating his dislike for the individual before him to anyone nearby.
"Well, I just wanted to see how you've been lately. I care about you quite abit, you know?"
He dismissed the unconvinced scoff that retaliated against his statement, giving a small laugh in return. This action seemed to further irritate the blonde, though he remained cordial, hunching his back forward with a frown.
"Then, if you really care so much, mind telling me about what you're doing with my friend?"
"Your friend? Ah, Ryuugamine-kun?"
The man's eyes crinkles along with his polite beam.
"You know who I'm talking about."
"You don't have to worry so much. He's become someone who never disappoints, so I've decided to be there for him if he needs any help or advice, that's all."
It wasn't an outright lie, he knew more than well enough the use of those sugar coated words in his sentence made his intentions seem purer than they actually were; he knew the boy could see through them as well.
"You're 'helping' him, huh...?"
"What was that?"
"Nothing. I know someone like you wouldn't do something like that without a reason, but for now I'll take it."
"Then, can you answer my question now? How have you been recently, Kida-kun?"
The boy furrowed his eyebrows in frustration, his lips pursing together in a thin line. No matter how much he stared back at the older male's chocolate brown orbs that glinted with hidden purpose, he could not find an answer to the question that greatly troubled him.
Why?
"You're not the type to ask this kind of question."
He was beginning to get angrier, the tone of his hoarse voice expressing his exasperation.
"What do you really want, Izaya-san?"
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Your POV:"Haah...why do I feel so exhausted?"
My eyes dropped down tiredly to the pleasant designs of the floors, both my physical and mental state thoroughly drained after the seemingly never ending interrogation I had been put through. Yet, I still retained a sense of gratitude for Shinra-san and Celty-san's doorbell that had saved me from such an experience.
If I get arrested, is that what I'll have to go through again...?
My frame shuddered just from remembering Shinra-san's persistence.
*Flashback*
"Hey (y/n)-Chan, now that I've answered your question, can't you tell me?"
"Eh, but I don't like either of them in that way though..."
"Aww come on, its so obvious you're lying! I promise I won't tell!"
"No really, I don't like Shizu-Chan or Izaya-kun-"
"Should I guess? That makes it more fun right! Alright, let's see; both of them are pretty attractive if you're going by looks alone, but their personalities are really hard to overcome. Plus they both have completely different styles and charms, so-"
"S-shinra-san, I really don't—!"
"Ahh I got it! I'll say their name, and observe how your eyes react to each one, okay? One, two..."
"Eh, why?! Wait for a minute, it's unfair to use those kind of methods in this situation!!"
*Flashback end*
Yep, let's try our best not to get arrested.
It doesn't look like Izaya-Kun told anyone about what happened, but I really thought I'd get a heart attach when Shinra-san said he had something to ask...
Does that mean he's not sick of me yet?
I clutched at the left side of my chest, crumpling the material of my shirt in the process.
My chest is aching again.
Izaya-kun, I definitely don't like him; it's impossible for something like that to happen.
Right, Kida-Kun told me to stay away from him, and Shizu-Chan hates him. There's a valid reason for them to feel that way. So I won't be fooled.
Yeah, for sure.
Shizu-Chan is—
"Please, come in!"
I could once again hear Shinra-san's voice echoing from the halls, his volume getting louder by the second. Instinctively standing up from the couch, I made a beeline for the door, opening it curiously as I popped my head out of the gap.
I wonder who it is: Celtt-san, since she said she'd be back today? Or maybe it'd even be Shizu-Chan or Izaya-kun after fighting...?
"Ah, (y/n)-Chan! Sorry, would you mind getting some tea? We have some guests."
I wanted to reply quickly, but I was too stunned at the unexpected guest that followed behind Shinra-san.
"That's alright, we won't be intruding for long. Miss, please don't let us disturb you."
"Eh, y-yes..."
I mean, it's another stranger that seems so familiar, even though I'm positive I've never met him before.
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