Zannah: And I'm back, finally!

Izaya: Yes, she was waiting to get this chapter back from her editor.

Zannah: Shush Izaya! I'll say the disclaimer this time...

I do not own Durarara, if I did... It probably wouldn't be as awesome...

The next morning, Violet woke to the sound of someone cooking. She opened her eyes and noticed that she was still on Izaya's couch, but she was lying down with the blanket covering her.

Great, I had hoped that it was just a bad dream... She thought with a sinking feeling.

"Morning, Violet-Chan." A cheerful voice said, making her jump.

Violet stretched, yawning. She winced as her shirt brushed the cut on her side from yesterday when her father had been drunk. Izaya came into view carrying a plate of food, which he set on the table alongside a fork. The plate had normal breakfast food, only no meat. Does he know I'm vegetarian? She wondered.

"Eat. You have school in an hour." He said with a smile.

How does he know all these things? Who is he really? Violet thought. "Th-thanks, but I'm not really hungry, sorry." She said quietly, sitting up and gingerly shifting her shirt so it wouldn't irritate her cut.

Izaya handed her a neatly folded uniform for her school. He then took the plate back to the kitchen.

"You really should eat though." He commented over his shoulder. "Now get ready for school Violet-Chan." Izaya said, without ever mentioning where she could get ready.

"Um, where..." Violet trailed off, unsure of how to phrase her question.

Izaya walked back into the room, and then down the hall, motioning for her to follow.

Violet stood, and followed him. She didn't know what else to do. He still scared her a little, but he'd taken good care of her, aside from bringing her to his apartment without her consent, basically kidnapping her. Violet had made up her mind to make a beeline for home right after school.

Izaya walked to the first door on the right and opened it, Violet close behind.

"Your room, if you choose to stay here, which I would consider a wise choice." He smiled and then walked back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up.

Violet closed the door behind her, looking around. The room was simply furnished. There was a small table with a lamp on either side of the large bed. Directly across from the bed, was a dresser with a mirror attached. On either side of the dresser was a door. The door closest to the window was the closet. Hanging on the closet door was a full-length mirror. The other door, the one closest to the entrance to the room led to a large bathroom. In front of the window was a simple looking desk and a comfortable looking chair. Izaya had left her school bag and purse on the bed. Violet changed out of her old clothes and slipped on the uniform he'd given her. It fit nicely, but made her cut sting every time she moved. How much does he know about my life? Violet wondered. His words echoed in her mind. If you choose to stay... Which I would consider a wise choice... Violet walked into the bathroom to wash her face and apply some makeup to cover the dark circles, and the redness that lingered from the night before. Does he want me to stay? She wondered.

Izaya was thinking about her as he cleaned. I hope she stays. Violet-Chan interests me... But I will let her have her own free will... For now. He thought, drying his hands as he finished.

Taking a deep breath, Violet picked up her school bag and her purse. She walked out of the room, shutting the door with a soft click behind her.

Violet walked into the living room again at the same time that Izaya re-entered the room from the kitchen. Leaning against the wall, he looked at her.

"Are you sure that you don't want anything to eat?" He asked.

For Izaya, he was being unusually kind.

"Um, yeah, I'm sure. Th-thanks though." Violet answered in her quiet, shy way.

She looked away, trying not to wince every time she moved.

Izaya looked concerned, in his own way.

"Would you like me to bandage your cut before you leave for school?"

Violet froze, alarmed.

"Wh-what cut?"

Well I probably gave that one away... I'm a horrible liar... She thought in dismay.

"Violet-Chan, it's obvious. Would you like me to help?"

"I guess." She mumbled. I really am a horrible liar...

"Then take off your shirt." Izaya said calmly, resisting the urge to smirk.

"Wait, what?!" Violet stared at him, alarm and raw fear showing in her eyes.

"The cut is on your side, right?" He pointed out with a nonchalant wave of his hand.

"Well, um, y-yes..." She trailed off nervously.

"Alright," He shrugged. "We can leave it then. That is, if you want it to hurt, and possibly get infected." Izaya started to turn away.

"N-no, it's a better idea to deal with it..." She trailed off again, rubbing her arm nervously.

He didn't say anything, just watched her decide calmly. Violet nervously took her shirt off, wincing when it brushed her cut. Izaya watched her, deep in thought as she laid her shirt on the back of the couch, shivering a little as the cool air struck her skin.

"Can we just get this over with?" She asked nervously, uncomfortable without the protection her shirt provided.

Izaya nodded, and disappeared into the room across from hers, quickly returning with a first aid kit. Without hesitation, or warning, he started disinfecting the cut.

"Ouch!" She hissed, gripping the sleeve of his jacket tightly. Her heart was pounding. She wasn't sure if she liked him touching her or not. It makes me a little uncomfortable, so, does that mean...No? She wondered.

Izaya paused and drew his hand back when she hissed in pain. He quickly pulled out some gauze and tape, and carefully covered the cut, trying to hurt her as little as possible.

Violet squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the little twinges of pain as they happened, but it wasn't easy to block them out. For such a creepy guy, his touch is so...gentle. She thought, shivering a little, but not from cold. Izaya stopped, and drew back.

"Done." He smiled gently.

"Thanks." Violet murmured, tugging her shirt back on. One of the buttons caught on her hair. "Ouch!" she yelped.

Chuckling, Izaya stepped forward, carefully and gently untangling her hair and freeing it from the button.

"Thanks. That always happens." Violet muttered ruefully, avoiding his gaze.

"You should get to school."

Violet nodded. What's my brother going to say when he sees me at school? Since I didn't go home last night...Although, in my defense I didn't really get that option... She thought, a little worried, and smiled again.

"Go on. You don't want to draw attention to yourself by being late. Also, if someone asks, say you stayed at a friend's place overnight." As another thought struck him, he added: "You could even say Moon's place."

"O-okay. G-goodbye..." She said, a little timidly as she left, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.

That's not going to work on my brother though. I mean, seriously, what friends? Violet thought, a little sadly as she walked to school.

When she got to school, Moon ran up to her, her face paler than usual, clearly worried. "Are you okay?!" Moon cried.

"U-um, y-yes I'm fine. Wh-why wouldn't I be?" Violet asked nervously. "Uh oh."

She muttered, stepping behind a pillar so the boy who was walking with the two teens that Violet had overheard talking about Izaya Orihara, and the girl who was always with them.

Moon grabbed Violet's hand, and ran down the hall.

"The Broker!" She panted as she dragged Violet along.

Violet yanked her hand out of Moon's, pulling away a little.

"What are you talking about?"

Oh dear,, I hope she doesn't know about last night!

Moon turned to face Violet, her face a little flushed now from running.

"What did he do?! Did he hurt you?!" Moon exclaimed, extremely worried.

Violet's heart was pounding.

"What are you talking about Moon?"

Moon glared at her.

"I saw him carrying you to his apartment last night!"

Violet flushed. She'd hoped she wouldn't have to explain to anyone.

"O-oh, you, um, y-you saw that?"

Moon crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently. I swear, if that bastard did anything to her! Moon thought angrily.

"Yes." She answered Violet's question.

"Oh, u-um, about that-" Violet was cut off by an angry male voice.

"Violet! Where have you been?!" It was Andrew, her older brother.

"Oh crap." Violet muttered under her breath.

Her brother strode forward and dragged her out of earshot of the others, gripping her forearm tightly.

No one could make out what he was saying, but it was obvious that he was angry. Violet started to say something in reply, but was cut off when her brother struck her, hard. He said something else to her harshly, and then threw her down to her knees. He stalked off, back to his friends and then off to class. Violet stood and ran off. She wasn't seen at school after that. She missed all her classes. No one knew where she was. She wasn't at Izaya's apartment. Or her family's.

Zannah: And another chapter finished! I won't update until I get five reviews; so, review!

Izaya: Review and I'll give you a hug~ Shirtless~

Zannah: What if the reviewer is a guy? *dead-pans*

Izaya: Then they can hug Violet-Chan~ And I'll make her wear a bikini for it~~~

Violet: B-but...

Zannah: Review!