Durarara!

Cockamamie

Chapter One: Torturing Ducks

The swing sets were specifically for children aged from six to twelve, there was a sign that stated so. Though having a sign did not stop the faired hair girl from loitering on a swing while kids waited in line grumpily. Her chocolate eyes scanned the playground as she gripped the chains from the swing. The children behind her began to groan and frown – not that it bothered her. There was something undeniably charming about the girl, from her irregular knee socks, and her very questionable outfit to her long unkempt golden hair. Then that was when she noticed a lone man sitting on a bench at the far side of the playground.

"Excuse me! What do you think you're doing?"

Her chin titled slightly towards the voice but she kept her eyes on the man she's been staring at.

"My daughter has been waiting for ten minutes already!"

"So?"

The whisper came out faintly as the man eyed her from afar.

"This playground is for children! And I don't believe you're a child, so please leave."

"Hm?"

She finally broke eye contact with the man and turned to face the angry woman. The woman was in her late thirties, probably didn't work, and by the look of her outfit, very wealthy.

"Are you deaf?" the woman jibed.

"Nope," the girl let out a blissful smile. "At least I don't think I'm deaf… For all I know I can be imagining everything I'm hearing."

"W-what?" the woman frowned. "Are you mocking me?"

"Not at all," the girl shook her head.

"Then if you're not deaf can you please get off the swing so children can actually get a go?" the woman perked a hand on her hip. "You know, the children who the playground was made for?"

"What if I don't want to go?" she smiled again.

"And why not?" the woman said through gritted teeth. "My daughter has been waiting for the last-."

"Children are annoying," the girl looked away with a sigh. "Loud, annoying, callow little beings. Sometimes I think the world's better off without children."

The woman paused. She glanced at the younger girl uncertainly. At first she thought she could simply ask her to leave, but now she turns out to be some kind of freak. The girl then snapped her head back up at her, those infuriating beady eyes challenged for a response. For a second she was actually afraid of those angelic features.

"Kyoko! Let's go!"

"But I haven't had a turn on the swings yet!"

"Forget the swings!"

With that, the woman dragged her child away from the playground. The girl stared after them nonchalantly.

'That's what I thought.'

At that moment she remembered the stranger, her eyes darted back over at the bench but he was gone – to her dismay. She lifted herself off the swing and decided that the playground has lost its charm and she's pissed off enough people for the day. The only logical thing to do now was to head home, but instead she headed to the bakery.

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She returned to the park after buying a bag of bread. Her dainty fingers grasped the bag firmly as she capered over to the pond. A flock of ducks swam over to the edge of the water when she approached. The ducks quacked out excitedly as they waited for the food. She grinned a little as she dropped a small bit of crumbs into the water – the ducks went crazy trying to reach the food. She dropped another bit of crumbs, and watched as the ducks began to squabble amongst each other.

"Like torturing ducks do you?"

The voice came from next to her – she hadn't even noticed that someone had walked up to her! It was the man from earlier at the playground. He had the same smile plastered on his face.

"I'm not torturing them," she retorted. "There's a difference between torturing and feeding slowly."

"Whatever you say…" he chuckled.

She gave him an uneasy side-glance but went on with her 'slow feeding', with the ducks fighting for the crumbs after each throw. Through this whole time, the man hadn't moved an inch but watched the ducks with her.

"I'm Orihara Izaya," he finally spoke.

"Nakata Rei," she stuffed a piece of bread in her mouth.

"Rei-chan, who are you really?" Izaya peered over at her.

She glanced at him again.

"I wonder that myself sometimes," she mumbled.

Rei turned on her heels and began walking away. Izaya smiled and turned back to face the dissatisfied ducks, but before he could think, something landed in the water with a splash. The object eventually began to float back up to the surface – it was the bag of bread. The ducks swam about the bag, clearly overjoyed. He turned around abruptly and watched as she just disappeared around a corner.

'Nakata Rei… interesting.'