Cold Hearted {Durarara x Reader}

What of it?

Your P.o.V

I sat, pretending I was listening to the headmaster. In reality, I was looking around without moving. I was using my senses to look around me. It's one of the many skills I developed a long time ago. I can also somehow... smell emotions?... It sounds as odd as it is, but I'm not complaining. It helps when I'm determining who is interesting... I also took notice of Mikado and Masaomi, as well as a very... interesting girl... She was standing straight and paying attention like everyone else, but she smelled... upset about something... Then I was overcame with the stench of lust. It smelled horrid. And it was coming from a teacher no less. Disgusting.

Time Skip~

I found myself in room 1-B. I sat a seat behind Masaomi. He introduced himself (Innocent 15 year old my ass), then I had to introduce myself. I motioned for my teacher to come here and quickly wrote down, asking if she can introduce me for me, since my mouth was still messed up. Other people looked at me oddly, whispering about my mask. I just doodled in my notebook (If drawing psychopaths with blades and scrawling down plans could be considered doodles). School went by swimmingly, nothing interesting. 

Afterwards, I found myself walking with Masaomi and meeting up with Mikado. Masaomi did a lot of the talking, saying something about Mikado buying him food. Then we saw... that girl. She was talking to a tall, brown haired, brown eyed boy. He reeked of deceit. The boy left when Masaomi interupted them. Then the girl ran after him.]

"I wonder what that's about," Mikado said.

"Heh... She totally wants me," Masaomi sighed. I rolled my eyes.

"Huh?" Mikado said.

"That chick with the glasses has a crush on me, but she's afraid of all the danger and risk a guy like me brings to the table," Masaomi stated. He's right about one thing. He does smell like danger. Or maybe that's just him? 

"Can you speak a language that I know too?" Mikado said. I silently chuckled.

Time Skip~

I was walking home by myself. On my way, I got a bit... turned around... I was just on route to my apartment, then suddenly I'm alone in an alley. I wandered around for a while before coming to a dead end. Great. And this skirt is doing nothing for the cold... I hissed and turned around, only to be hit with the stench of alcohol and bad hygiene. Two men stepped out of hiding, smirks on there flustered faces and a bottle of booze in their hands. 

"Hey... You *hic* lost?" Said the shorter of the two men. I shook my head, reaching into my school bag. 

"Then what are you *hic* doing out here all on your own?" The taller one chuckled. 

I inhaled, then said, "what of it?" It's been two days since I heard my own voice. The scar still hurt, but it was nice to hear it again. The man growled and stepped up to me, grabbing me by my arm.

"How about y-you *hic* come have fun with us, masked freak?" He said through gritted teeth. Great. It's gonna take forever to get his stench out.

"How about you let go before you lose an arm?" I giggled, an insane glint in my eye. He didn't let go.

"Aw come on, ssstop messssing with *hic* us," He smiled.

"Oh trust me, I'm very capable of removing your arm from your body," I said, reaching into my school bag and pulling out my scissors. They're discreet and easy to keep on my person, so it's my current weapon choice. That is... until I find something even more discreet but just as or even more so deadly.

"What are you doing *hic* with *hic* those?" asked the shorter man, breaking his booze bottle on a trash can.

"This," I said. I plunged the scissors deep into the taller mans arm. He screamed in pain and let go of me, his arm going limp. The shorter man lunged at me, but I had an advantage. I'm sober. He missed me completely and I grabbed his arm, breaking it over my knee. Now both had an injured arm and were yelling in pain. I grabbed my scissors in the mans arm and pulled them out, grabbing my bag and twirling around. "Mess with me again, and you'll die!~" I chuckled, a bit of blood getting on my face. They both stumbled off, fearing for their lives. I froze. I wiped the blood on my scissors on a nearby piece of discarded cloth. Then I put my scissors back in my bag.

I looked at the blood on my hand absent-minded. Then I chuckled. "This is what I do to those in my way. I will have as much fun as I want in this town. AND NO ONE WILL STOP IT!" I laughed insanely. After a while, my laughter died down and I went home to remove the drunk man's tainted blood from my person. It actually struck me as odd that I hadn't heard from Izaya all day, but I disregarded it.

A/N: Guess what? You're insane! And probably not human! Or are you? I'll say one thing. While writing this, I imagined a chibi breaking someones arm and laughed so much. Cute little insane girl!~ Anyways, rawr to my dragons!~