Durarara: Life in Ikebukuro

by Kurochan12

Yuuta Hayashi is a teenage boy forced to move when his dad passed away recently. Anger by his mum's choice that he had to leave everything behind. How will his life goes as he move to Ikebukuro? Who are his friends going to be, while encountering strange people. Warning: Foul Language, violence I guess. First attempt, still reading the manga

This is a rewrite of the story. Change of writing and things, want to get better. Hope you enjoy the redo.

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I didn't care about anything anymore. All I felt is just utter annoyance and anger in my system. I was mad, screaming from the inside not able to vent my anger. Why did I have to move to Ikebekuro. I wished we never move. I sat beside my mum with a frown on my face, earphone on to block everything. Music is all I hear to block the outside world. My head rested on the seat, eyes growing rosy with tiredness in them. City's building passes by as the people. I didn't pay attention much to them but only think about what happening now.

I took a place at my mum driving the car with a solemn face as she drive. Why did she had to make us move. Everything was fine but then we had to move.

I tap my finger on the leg of my pants in a rhythm of the music drums banging resembling my emotion being held inside wanting to release.

The car came to a stop at the house that I will be living with. A sunken feeling set into me. I'll missed that old house.

Getting out of the car like a zombi, carrying my bag and mum's bags we walked toward the house, and inside.

This is going to be my new place, better get use to it.

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I've already set up my stuff in my new room, it wasn't that big, it was small but average.

Mum seem already settle down, along with her new husband. Everything seem going well for them.

Mum applied me to Raira Academy. In 2 days I will be starting my new school, now I have some free time left until it's up.

I start the day of my new house by playing my PS4,

I chose by going outside to walk around the city, looking around to see if anything is good. My heart was thumbing as I walk in the unfamiliar city territory, My hands hidden inside my jacket pocket. My eyes looking at everything and the people. My eyes would linger on the people's faces before changing each time. I couldn't breathe through my noise, it feel so hard to breathe through the noise as far as I can remembered, only through the mouth help.

I flicked through my phone to see it was 02:10 pm. It was going to afternoon soon. I turned around to walk back only to halt when I heard a scream.

My god it was the loudest, manliest scream I ever heard.

I looked up to see a- HOLY SHIT! IT A F###### FLYING VENDING MACHINE!

I was crushed and black out.