THIS ONE IS BY EONIC.

Anyways, Mikmo started our fanfiction career off strong with his randomness, but I hope to be more serious. Just a bit. If you want more info on Mikmo and Eonic (as characters), check out our profile.
This is my first fanfiction, and my first one about an anime, so...constructive criticism welcome.

DISCLAIMER

I don't own Durarara!, Celty, Shinra, or Mabase. Vhestok, Mikmo, and Eonic are all technically mine though.

Celty sped along the freeway, swerving in and out between cars. She was in Mabase, a town somewhere in northern Wisconsin. Why she was there, only she knew. After a mishap involving a pipe bomb, a phone booth, and a very unlucky Shinra, who'd ended up in the hospital and had to get a hand reattached and several first degree burns, she'd called in a favor and tracked down those responsible. This search led her to Mabase, where some Russian terror group was threatening to take it over.
To the south, there was a mesa rising up, containing the richer neighborhoods. To the west were the poor, violent neighborhoods, and in the east, normal neighborhoods, middle class, nothing too out of the ordinary. To the north was an upscale commercial district and a military base. Also farther north was a large city called Vhestok, which seemed to be nonexistent, as it was a city of close to thirteen million, but nothing was ever reported about it on the news. This was Celty's first time in America, but it didn't really impress her.

Because she was deep in thought, she almost didn't see the large vehicle a few hundred feet away. It was heavy looking, on tracks, and had a large cannon sticking out one end. She didn't know what it was called...she'd seen them on TV, but couldn't remember it's name. Then she remembered as she tried to swerve out of the way - a tank! She was going to fast though, and slammed into the military vehicle. Hard.
All she saw as she blacked out was the turret of the tank swerving around, looking for whatever had hit it.

-THAT NIGHT-

Celty woke up, and it didn't take long for her to get her bearings. She took a moment to remember what had happened. She'd been speeding down the freeway...and then hit something. A tank. Celty briefly wondered how she could be knocked unconscious without her head, but quickly dismissed it. She had to figure out where she was and why she was here.
Observing her surroundings, she figured out that she was in someone's house, on a sofa. The room was dark. She finally noticed that her helmet was on the table beside her.
She had to do a double-take when she saw the boy sitting across from her.
He was about thirteen, with shaggy brown hair that had white streaks in it that reached his shoulders, green eyes, and wore a combat jacket and gray cargo pants. He looked as if he was about to explode, fidgeting and twitching for whatever region. He stopped when she sat up, and listened.
"TOJO!" he suddenly shouted, "SHE...IT'S UP!"
She quickly put her helmet back on as footsteps came from the hallway.
"No need to shout!" another boy with an accent said. It was familiar. Not Irish...British?
He entered the room. He had long, carefully combed silver hair and icy blue eyes, and was wearing a midnight blue blazer over a white shirt and grayish blue jeans. The boy walked up to her.
"Terribly sorry about my...brother..." he said to her. "I'm Eonic Minamoto, and that,"
He pointed to the fidgeting boy, "Is Mikhail Chernobyl."
"Sup?" Mikhail asked Celty.
"Sorry for the arrangements, but SOMEBODY ran you over with our Abrams."
He glared at Mikhail.
"It wasn't my fault! You know you can't see more than twelve feet in front of you in that thing!"
"That's always your excuse! Running over cars, sure. Smashing into buildings, why not. But running over people...eh...creatures, that just crosses the line!"
Celty could feel the anger between the two 'brothers' in the air. She slid her phone out of her sleeve and began typing.
"So you saw then?" she asked.
"Saw?" Eonic asked.
"You mean how you have no head? And the awesome looking black stuff that floats from it?" Mikhail said.
"Mikmo, don't be rude. Especially not to a supernatural creature...woman...thing." Eonic snapped. Mikmo was a nickname, Celty reasoned.
"So...she's like a fairy?" Mikmo asked.
"In essence, I suppose." Eonic said, then turned back to Celty.
"You're a dullahan. Don't try to pass it off, I lived in Dublin for four years - I've heard the stories. You are a modern dullahan."
Celty stood up quickly, and Eonic took several steps back, Mikmo's hand going to his hip - for a gun, she realized. The boys were afraid of her. She was a murderer, in the simplest sense. It was was then she realized that he had a sword seethed at his hip. They really weren't taking any chances with her.
"You can't tell anyone about me." she typed.
"Why not?" Mikmo asked. She could hear a trace of an accent in his voice...Russian?
"Just because."
"But whyyyyyyyyy...?"
"Be quiet and listen."
Quiet.
"Thanks for helping me, but if you want to help me more, don't tell anyone about me, that I was hear, anything."
Eonic was quiet for a moment, and said,
"Being raised to be a brutal London businessman, I have to ask - what's in it for us? We could sell pictures of you to some tabloid, or the story to a news station. We have surveillance cameras all over the house."
She thought a moment. This kid was definitely serious, she could tell by the look in his eye. She could also tell he could be cutthroat when he wanted to.
"You took pictures?" she asked.
"Yup!" Mikmo chimed, "Plenty of'em without your helmet too. If we don't get taken seriously, we can make an awesome sci-fi graphic novel!"
Although these two kids were terrified of her, they had the backbone to blackmail and threaten her. She could easily kill them both now, but would feel terrible about it. She'd have to talk her way out of this.
"What do you want? Money?"
"No," Eonic said, "I'm afraid we have plenty of money."
"Do you have any cake on you?" Mikmo asked, "'Cause I'll accept cake. Or a ferret. Any color ferret."
"Mikail, please." Eonic scolded.
"What do you want then?"
She couldn't help but respect the boys a little. They put her in a situation where she wasn't in control for once.
Eonic glanced back at Mikmo, took out a cellphone (an iPhone) and tapped a few things. Then looked back at Mikmo, who's phone made a beeping noise. They were texting each other so she didn't know what they were talking about! The two continued for a minute or so, and Eonic tucked his phone away while Mikmo began playing a game on his.
"We've decided..." Eonic said, "That we want to help you."
"You'll be helping me by staying quiet about me." she replied.
"No...you see, me and my brother here have been running a mercenary service for a few weeks now, and haven't gotten any clients. Mikmo there is dying to shoot some things, and I'd like to put my hacking skills to good use for the first time in months."
"And your point is?"
"My point is, we'd like to help you find your head. You weren't carrying it when we...I mean, Mikmo...ran you over, and it wasn't anywhere near the crash site."

She suddenly remembered something.
"Where's my motorcycle?" she demanded.
"Oh, you mean your horse? It's in the garage."
This kid knew a lot about dullahan. And her.
"You want to help me because your bored?" she asked.
"You got it." Mikmo said, never looking up from her game. She looked at her phone, which was facing towards Eonic, and then to Mikmo, then back again.
"Russians work in mysterious ways, it'd seem. How he does some things evades even me." Eonic explained.
Celty thought it over a moment. It'd be nice to have some help...but they were just kids. Not only would she feel bad putting them in danger, and horrible if one got hurt because of her, but what could they do? Then again, they had been driving a tank. And they had guns. Guts too.
"You both couldn't travel with me." she reasoned.
"We have...our own means of transportation." he said, "And can easily keep up with you, provided you don't exceed two-hundred-and-twenty miles per hour."
"A motorcycle?"
"We'll show you. Come along, Mikmo."
They showed her to the garage, where her motorcycle was leaning on the wall beside two bicycles and a Humvee.
"I don't think a Humvee can go more than 60 miles per hour."
Eonic chuckled a bit, smirking. That smirk resembled Izaya's so much, it was unsettling.
"That isn't our transportation."
The trio went up a flight of stairs onto the roof of the garage, which resembled a hangar. Two helipads were up there. A large, white transport helicopter was landed there, as well as a gray attack helicopter armed to the teeth with missiles and machine guns. She looked around and saw a third helipad farther away. It was like some hybrid between the two other helicopters.
"Behold!" Mikmo said, putting his phone away, "The Russo-Japanese Lenin-1 A-T helicopter! Capable of holding up to twelve soldiers or a four soldiers and three tanks, and still capable of blowing stuff to smithereens."
It had the body shape of the attack helicopter, but was longer and slightly wider, with two levels. They stepped inside, and she was instantly filled with dread.

"As you can see, it's outfitted with the latest communications and logistics equipment, and outfitted to house up to four people at once. There is room to store supplies, vehicles, and other things on the lower level. All that, and it can still go upwards of two-hundred-and-twenty miles per hour."
Celty tried to say something, but couldn't she couldn't move. A console on the wall had gold plated on it. All dullahan were deathly afraid of gold. Eonic looked at her, and then followed her...gaze...and figured out what was troubling her.
"Oh! That's right...the dullahan fear of gold. That gold is there to protect from electro-magnetic pulses, but we can replace it with lead. Right Mikmo?"
"Two steps ahead of ya'." Mikmo replied. Sure enough, he already had the gold plates off of the consoles and was replacing them with thick sheets of led.
Eonic stood confused for a moment before exclaiming, "HOW?"
"I read minds...! Ooooooohoooohooo!"
Mikmo was upside down against the wall and waving his arms and fingers around creepily.
"Damn Soviet test programs..." Eonic muttered. Then to Celty, "Anyways, what do you think?"
"You won't get in the way? You'll follow my orders, no matter what?"
"I don't see why not. But we reserve the right to come home whenever we wish."
She hesitated a moment. What was she getting herself into?
"Deal."
They shook on it.