Author's Note: I have not given up on Fine Line, for any of my Fine Line readers seeing this. I have just been very busy due to school, college portfolios and apps and just family problems. I will get back to FL as soon as school settles down (hates being a senior). But I just could not resist typing this out, and felt I should do this instead as right now, my inspiration for FL is just blaaah. That story totally went downhill for the last 10 chapters and I want to find a way to bring it back up. So I figured I might as well write for something I have inspiration for instead of trying to force out FL.

This story might be slightly AU-ish, in terms of following the plot etc Also, I did not read the full light novels and only saw bits and pieces of it, so Mairu and Kururi are largely based on my imaginations of them. If you know more of how they act, please feel free to report to me. And first time writing weird but awesome characters like Shizuo and Izaya, so forgive me if they are slightly OOC. Do tell me if you find them OOC, outside of them actually harboring romantic feelings for a girl (because really, I dont think Izaya can love a person lol) And I reaaaaaallly wanna try my hand at something darker (no success guaranteed...as seen by Fine Line) so help me out here ahaha Which is why I chose a young girl for this because I thought a 17 year old, underage, being involved (romantically? ) with some of the nastiest men found in Ikebukuro is a stage calling for horror and darkness and angst and depression.

Warning: Lots of cursing at times.

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! I only own Ishimaru Kumiko.

~Fairyride~

It was the same routine again.

Every single damn day.

Ishimaru Kumiko would get up and take a glance around her small abode. She would then do her daily morning ritual before changing for school. A quick meal of instant ramen would be her breakfast, mushroom chicken flavour, before she grabbed her book bag. She would then step out of the house and lock the door behind her.

On her way to school, she would meet familiar and unfamiliar people every day. She would pass by Russian Sushi and Simon would already be there, handing out flyers to people heading off to work. He would try to pass her one, and she would squeak and shake her head before dashing off. If she felt particularly bored, she would reach out a trembling hand to take the flyer and bow, before dashing off. Either way, she dashed off in fear.

Ishimaru Kumiko experienced a very strange phenomenon. In the midst of her mind, she would always talk tough to herself and cuss up to the high heavens and beyond. But physically and bodily, perpetual fear haunted her every actions and words. She might think about beating up a kid, but her eyes would roll to the back of her head in a crossing of nerves if she actually tried.

Her body and mind contradicted each other.

She absolutely hated being fearful and wanted to be tough; tough enough to break out of this everyday normality and join in with the other lives in Ikebukuro.

But her body refuses to cooperate, and she would shrivel up physically and mentally whenever she tried to do something daring or out of the norm.

She hated her spineless body.

Maybe she should take karate lessons so that she wouldn't be so fearful anymore and her body could be trained to know no fear. She smiled to herself as she ambled along to school and nodded. Yes, she would sign up for karate classes as soon as school is out and- suddenly the thought of breaking bones and being slammed on the ground tore down her imaginations of having a black belt, and her shoulders hunched in defeat. No…she couldn't do it. It would be too tough and painful and she couldn't possibly handle the strain…she would be the laughing stock of the class….

Her mind then roiled in anger. Fuuuccccccccccckkkk.

"Yo, Kumiko-senpai."

"Eek!"

Her shrill cry attracted eyes to herself, and red bloomed across her face. Her mental fuck was cut short. Looking to the side, she saw her juniors staring at her in slight surprise, amusement trailing over the faces of two of them.

Masaomi Kida, Ryugamine Mikado, and Sonohara Anri.

The three of them attended Raira Academy like her, though she was now a senior there, set to graduate at the end of the school year. She hoped to be able to get into a good college in America and start her career as an up and rising animator-

Ahhh…But…there are big and scary people in America…and they were allowed to own guns there! What if…what if she got shot? Like in those school shootings? She…she didn't want to die..!

….

Fuuuuuuccck!

"Senpai?"

She blinked. "Ahh…H-Hai? What is it, R-Ryugamine-kun?" She cursed herself for stuttering to sophomores. She was pretty much a spineless senior who showed no leadership to the juniors who looked up to their seniors for guidance.

The boy just smiled shyly at her. "Ahh…it's nothing. It's just that you seem really out of it today." Silently, he thought that she was always out of it and today was no different.

Masaomi Kida, knowing what he was thinking, shot him a bland look. 'Oi, oi, Mikado. Even if you think that, you shouldn't say that to a girl.'

"Well…" Mikado began but Kida cut him off by twirling to the front of Kumiko and grabbing her hand.

"Kumiko-senpai, listen not to this little boy over here. Allow me, Kida, to take away your worries and lead you to a land full of joy where we can sprint through fields of lavender together!~"

The girl blushed whilst Mikado shot his best friend a weird look. 'Why lavenders, anyway?'

Sonohara Anri smiled but said nothing.

Why would a senior like her be friends with a group of sophomores, you ask? Wasn't there an unwritten rules stating seniors only hung out with seniors (and the occasional juniors), and that sophomores and freshmen were a little bunch of kids that should be ignored and teased? Perhaps it was because a lousy senior like her couldn't fit into her own grade class and thus turned to the little kids worth for attention? Who knows, who knows…

Not even Kumiko herself knew, though from what she heard of Orihara Izaya, she carelessly thought that he might know. Perhaps she should pay him a visit and ask him that question, allowing light to be shed on her unusual friendship with the little sophomore kids? But then, wasn't Orihara Izaya a really scary person and not quite right in the head? And Kida warned her to stay away from him as well when they first met…Maybe she shouldn't go see him…Yes, she shouldn't….

Even if she was babysitting his sisters.

Briefly, she wondered why she was babysitting them. She needed the money to further support herself, since the money her parents sent her every month wasn't enough. She happened to see an ad in the newspaper one day looking for babysitters. When she arrived at the Orihara household, the parents seemed nice enough, and they were offering quite a lot of money for looking after two kids to boot.

She understood the high pay once she met the twins.

Orihara Mairu and Orihara Kururi.

They were cute enough, though Kumiko was suspicious about their age since one of them was quite…blessed in the upper parts. But of course, that was just their outer appearance. Underneath that cute façade, they were devil incarnate! Kumiko felt she was lucky since they were inseparable so it wasn't like she needed to split herself in two to keep watch on them, but it also meant she had to handle both at the same time.

On her first day babysitting them a month and a week back, they had stained her school skirt with black ink (it took days of scrubbing to get it out), ripped her shirt sleeve, smuggled porn into her school bag (she got the shock of her life when she found it at home - the magazine promptly went out the window) and snipped bits of her ebony long hair. She was a sobbing mess when she walked home that day. The tough mindset she began the job with was entirely shredded by them, and her body and heart begged her to quit. Her quitting would have raised the number of lost babysitters to seven. But she desperately needed that money and so, decided to give it one more day.

It seemed there was a god, and he decided not to take a vacation on the second day of her work, for he blessed her with the discovery of the twins' greatest passion.

Hanejima Yuhei.

The difficulty of her job went down a few notches because of that discovery, for all she had to do was bring up the topic of Hanejima Yuhei, or present them with a poster or article of him to get them slightly calm. Italics on slightly.

The down side was, though…she now had to use a bit of her job pay to buy posters, pictures, magazines and whatever merchandise featuring that super idol so that she had a backup whenever the need arose. She constantly brought at least one new product of the idol with her everywhere. Paranoia, really.

She, as of yet, had not met Orihara Izaya though. And frankly, she hoped she would never meet the man. His sisters didn't seem too fond of him, remarking they would not mind murdering him if it got them a chance to meet Hanejima. Kumiko wondered whether it was because Orihara Izaya was a horrible person, and thus brother, or that was just the extent of their love for Hanejima. She bet the latter, although the former seemed just as likely.

The man was never home though, lucky for her. She had garnered from Kururi that he was 23 years old, though she said with a blank face that he always claimed that he was 21 years.

Kumiko sighed as she stepped back into her abode, having gotten through the day mostly unscathed; small scratches littered the back of her thighs where the school skirt didn't cover. On her way home and passing by the Russian Sushi restaurant once more, with arms cuddled around her body as much as possible, a red machine suddenly went flying by, missing her by several inches. Her mind screamed fuuuuuck till kingdom come, but her mouth squeaked, and she promptly fell back on her butt. A certain distance away, she heard a man roaring in rage about something being really annoying, before smoke erupted. From behind her, Simon shook his head with a forlorn sigh.

"Shizuo...fighting not good." When she heard the name Shizuo, it instantly matched up with her mental dictionary to produce Heiwajima Shizuo.

Her skin paled without her consent at the terror that filled her body. All thoughts about beating up the man who threw that machine flew out the window and she quickly ran back home instead, taking care to avoid the street where the machine came from, even though it was the fastest way to her house.

Kumiko sighed as slumped onto her bed. Gnawing her lips, a part of her wanted to be strong and tough like Heiwajima Shizuo. But then the other feared the pain that would come with that. Covering her head with her arms, Kumiko rolled over and screamed profanities into her bed sheets in pure frustration.

She hated herself.

More than that, she hated the normalcy of her life. Not even the twins helped to eradicate her plain life. Besides, everyone was a babysitter at some time, anyway! Who the fuck cared if it was a pair of devil twins? It was just babysitting!

…..

Though they were really scary devil twins in an unconventional way.

However, no matter how much Kumiko cussed and wished, the next day when she woke up, everything repeated itself again. Wake up, clean, eat, go to school, babysit (if it was a working day), head home, shower, eat, homework, sleep. She didn't even have a boyfriend! …Granted, she didn't have any close friends either…At seventeen years old, Ishimaru Kumiko had never been in a relationship, not once.

How boring.

But it seemed there was God (or perhaps there isn't one and things just turned out this way), for things were about to change drastically for Kumiko sooner or later. And she had better not take back her wish of not having a normal life.

Reviews please? 8D Great reviews equals great updates ^_^ I wanna try to make this story as big as my FL story haha and FL only continued so far due to great reviews and constant support so...hehehehe~ -bricked-