Disclaimer: If I owned Durarara, it wouldn't be as good as it is now.

Jamiko Orihara was finally back.

It had been a decade since she had set foot in Ikebukuro. The crammed streets and buildings, cacophony of chattering and cars, and pungent smell of sweat and smog greeted her as she stepped out of the taxi, dragging her suitcase with her. She took a deep breath and stretched, taking in the afternoon heat and essence of the city. Most people would be overwhelmed; however, these familiar senses comforted her. They reminded her that it wasn't just another dream of finally coming home; that the past ten years were over. She started walking, elated to be back in her hometown.

The past ten years were not kind to her; in fact, they were probably the worst ten years of her life. However, the past wasn't something that she wanted to dwell on right now. The priority of this moment was to find her family.

Earlier, she had went to her old house to find a different family living there. She was told that Orihara's had moved seven years ago from her neighbor.

She pondered about what to do next. Really, she should have known exactly what to do when she got to Japan, but she had spent all of her efforts working to afford the trip and to pay her debts that she hadn't really thought about it. Back then, she half believed that she was going to stay in the hellhole that was America and never see her family again.

Now that she thought about it, she wasn't sure what her family would look like. They must have changed a lot in the past ten years. Her parents were nearly always out of the area. Kururi and Mairu were also out of the question. They were barely out of toddlerhood the last time she saw them; they were what, 14 now? Her vision blurred at the thought of not being there as her sisters grew up. She took a swig from her hidden flask of vodka, the alcohol dulling her senses.

That left Izaya.

Jamiko's mood instantly darkened. She took another swig of vodka. Whenever she asked someone about the Orihara's, they would usually just walk away quickly, pale and wide-eyed. One boy had told her about how Izaya was the most dangerous man in Ikebukuro and that she should stay away from him. A girl with a strange sense of fashion had frowned at her, stating how he broke her phone while laughing maniacally. Another talked about how he had manipulated her into nearly commiting suicide. All of them narrowed their eyes at her, stating that she looked like him.

That left her wondering what had happened when she was gone.

As she hated to say it, Izaya was probably the only one that she could possibly find. Nobody had said anything about her parents or sisters. He also probably looked the same since the last time she saw him compared to everyone else. He also probably had some money she could borrow...

But fuck, he was not the person she wanted to see right now. He was the one who caused her to be stranded in a foreign country in the first place, the little sunovabitch.

She frowned, reprimanding herself. She shouldn't think that way about Izaya; he was her little brother and she should shower him with her unconditional love. The people she asked were probably talking about another Izaya Orihara, and it probably wasn't his intention to lie to their parents that she ran away and that she never wanted to see them again, leaving her stuck in America alone, broke, only fourteen years old, and unable to speak English. But he was probably just going through a phase at that time. All twelve year olds were like that, right?

Right?

...

She brought out her flask.

Anyway, he probably grew out of it and was now a responsible adult with a good, legal job (such as a doctor), countless friends, and a loving girlfriend.

And then when they are finally reunited, she would leap into his arms and he would shower him with love and praise for what she's been through.

And then afterwards, they would go out to have dinner in Sunshine 60 with mama, papa, Kururi, and Mairu, who grew up into beautiful, kind girls (who wanted to be doctors in the future). And they would catch up as she cried from elation at how fucking great and normal her siblings turned out.

Unless they inherited papa's pathological lying and ability to manipulate others.

Or mama's eccentricity and bipolar tendencies.

She took gulp of alcohol.

Ok, she was getting a little frusterated. She had been walking around the city aimlessly for hours and still did not find him, or anyone else she knew (who were very few; she had always been a rather antisocial person). Where is everyone?

She sniffed, tears starting to stream down her cheeks. Who knows; it could take days, maybe weeks, to find someone she knew, and she was tired and hungry and didn't have much money left-

Someone tapped on her shoulder. "Excuse me miss, are you all right?" A girl said, interrupting her thoughts and making stiffen in surprise. Jamiko turned to a girl with a hat holding a few pouches of juice. The blonde boy next to her grinned and patted Jamiko shoulder, trying to comfort her.

Jamiko nodded, wiping her tears away with her sleeve. "Yeah."

The girl smiled, handing her a juice pouch, earning a thank you from the recipent. "Good... My name is Karisawa Erika and this-" she gestured to the blonde kid next to her-"is Yumasaki Walker."

The boy grinned, holding up a hand. "Yo."

"Orihara Jamiko."

They both stared at her, shocked. "Ehhhh?" Now that they thought about it, she looked exactly like Izaya...

Jamiko sighed, "And yes, I am unfortunately related to Izaya Orihara. "

Walker grinned. "Are you kidding?! This is so cool! You're like a genderbent version of Izaya!"

Jamiko tilted her head in confusion. "W-what..."

"I know right!? She's like a female Izaya, but less of a bitch and a little more gloomy... Oh my gosh, I wonder how Shizuo-san would react..." Erika gasped, a strange glint in her eyes. " Walker, I think I have a new otp!"

"Erika no."

"Hahaha... I totally ship them now!"

"C'mon, we just met her!"

"Haha nope, you can't stop me~"

Jamiko was confused as the two bickered on, talking about her and some guy named "Shizuo."

"I'm sorry, but can you tell me where Izaya is? I kind of want to see him as soon as possible," she asked, interrupting them.

"Oh, we actually saw him pass by earlier. He's probably around that building over there," Erika pointed to a tower.

Jamiko bowed. "Thank you," she said, heading towards where Erika pointed.

When she got near the building, she noticed that people were walking away or keeping a safe distance from two men facing each other. One was a lanky blond bartender. The other was some generic asian guy with a thick fur coat even though it was ninety degrees out and he was probably sweating like a dying pig.

The blond man was growling, a raging snarl on his face, resembling her rabid cat Fluffy, may he rest in peace. The other guy had her back to her, holding a switchblade. It looked like a fight was about to break out between them that would probably result in missing organs and detatched limbs.

Usually, Jamiko would just walk away and leave these conflicts alone, not wanting to be involved in anything they were about to do. But something about the generic asian guy caught her attention.

Something about the way he carried himself was very... Izaya-ish.

"Shut the hell up! What did I tell you about setting foot in Ikebukuro, Izaaayaaa-kun?!" the blond man growled, tucking his blue glasses into his vest.

The other guy- no, Izaya laughed mischieviously. Even with his back turned to her, she could see that same, douche-baggy smirk contort his face. "Relax, Shizu-chan, I didn't do anything! What's wrong with wanting to visit my friends?"

The other guy, Shizu-chan, clenched his fists. "Like hell you are!" He took a nearby street sign, the metal bending in his grip. Izaya flicked a switchblade open. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

But she didn't give a damn about the tension in the air or the strange, almost inhuman strength of the blond man. All she cared about was that the man in front of her was her little brother. She ran towards him, crying in relief. She found him... she had found her little brother.

She put a hand on his shoulder, afraid that she would get stabbed if she suddenly glomped him. She was so happy... she loved her little brother so, so much. She had always dreamed about this day, where she would finally be reunited with her family after a whole decade of poverty and stress and crying herself to sleep all because of him and his fucking lies-

He turned around, still smiling. "Wha-"

He was met with a fist to his face.

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