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Please know that this is a fanfiction dedicated to the 10th anniversary of the light novel "Durarara" by Ryohgo Narita. I do not own any of the characters in this story.

The original light novel was published on April 10th, 2004, just like this story is April 10th, 2014.

Thanks for the Memories

Part 1-3

10 years.

It has been officially 10 years now since I've stepped into Ikebukuro.

And ever since I left I've wondered...

What happened to all my friends?

PART ONE

A tall blond man with blue sunglasses is standing in a graveyard; his cigarette is being stomped out in front of a grave.

It reads

Orihara, Izaya

Born May 4th, 1985

Died June 24th, 2010

It was true; the flea had actually bit the dust.

He kicked the bucket.

Orihara Izaya was dead.

And Heiwajima Shizuo was left to pick up his remains.

In retrospect, the blond brute wished he could've gotten to know Izaya better instead of having to chase him around and threaten to kill him.

The informant actually gave Shizuo all of his life earnings, which was more than Shizuo could make in five lifetimes. Shizuo didn't even know what to do with all of the money besides move into a different apartment.

It was also written in Izaya's will that Shizuo were to have all of his high school memorabilia and a note book.

Shizuo didn't really want any of it, since high school was when they first formed their hatred for each other.

But did they really hate each other?

Shizuo kept asking himself this as he went through the flea's note book.

1998, 11 June

Today I finally graduate high school! I'm not showing up to the ceremony because it is completely futile. No one needs to make a speech on how great they are or what great things they are going to accomplish throughout college because none of it matters.

What you do now is what truly matters in life.

If you worship time then you are a true idiot, doing so will get you nowhere but lunacy.

However, time is life dependent, so it is worth worshipping, ne?

Anyways, as I sit on the Raria rooftop writing my last entry in here, I realize that if I could do anything to time it would be to go back into the past..

And fix my relationship with Heiwajima, Shizuo.

The blonde's mocha eyes blinked a few times as he kept re-reading that sentence over and over.

Yes, I would go back to the day we first met and try to understand him better, instead of having us fight every day. I feel sorry for not getting to know Shizu-chan and would do almost anything to go back to that day.

Ah, I hear the protozoan's footsteps echo up the stairs right now; he must've found the cicada I put in his lunch box.

Goodbye notebook! You were convenient for four years and I'm sad to say that this is my last entry.

He just wanted to..know me better?

This is ridiculous, Izaya hates my guts and I hate his, that's how it's supposed to be.

But this Izaya seems sincere and as if he really did want to know me.

But it's too late for that now, three years too late.

All because of a stupid brain tumor.

Yes, the supposedly "flawless" information broker was born with a brain tumor that wasn't recognized until it was too late.

Or maybe no one wanted to recognize it.

Nobody stopped in to see the informant during his final days except Shinra for medicine or Namie and Shiki for business.

Because nobody had any interest in Orihara Izaya or his line of work.

However, Izaya did request that the last person he wanted to see was Heiwajima.

When the already pissed body guard walked into the room, his anger disappeared after seeing a dying, half shaved informant lying in a hospital bed.

The informant's eyes lit up instantly as Shizuo walked into the room. But the happiness soon dissipated as he realized his weakened state and how much the man loathed him.

The body guard looked into the flea's eyes and saw nothing but remorse.

"S-shizuo."

The blond froze, for it was the first time Izaya ever used his real name.

"I'm so sorry."

Sorry?

"For what?" the blond asked impatiently.

"For...for not being your friend."

At this time Shizuo figured Izaya lost his sanity. Because the real Izaya would never act this way.

Or is this the real Izaya?

"Are you messing with me, flea?"

Izaya laughed, and looked back to Shizuo, all the color draining from his face.

"No, I am being sincre. I don't think you know how many days I've wished I could go back to that first day, so I could know you better. But at the same time, I don't."

Shizuo stepped closer to the now crippled flea.

"Because if we didn't hate each other this much, we wouldn't be as close as we are now, ne?"

Shizuo's eyes widened, "Don't say stupid things like that, Izaya-kun."

"Just promise me.." The flea said while grabbing the brutes hand, it was rather warm compared to his ice cold one.

"Promise me that you will always remember me. Until we are able to meet again." Izaya said smiling.

"I-i..." Shizuo was stumbling for words and then..

Izaya's heart monitor went straight.

Nurses rushed into the room and pushed Shizuo back from the now dead Izaya.

It's been four years from that day now as the body guard stands over the grave of his once mortal enemy wishing that he too could go back and be friends with Izaya.

Maybe even something more than that.

"I've kept your promise, Izaya-kun." The blond said to the gravestone.

"I never did forget you." He said, tears streaming down his face.

But he couldn't be, Izaya Orihara passed away from something as small as a brain tumor and Heiwajima Shizuo was left to pick up his remains.

PART TWO

A young man with caramel hair is walking through Sunshine 60 holding hands with a woman.

"Do you remember this place?" the man asks.

The woman smiles and nods, happy to be back.

Masaomi Kida feels the same way.

Kida never wanted to return to the hellish place called Ikebukuro, but after hearing from a close friend that Orihara Izaya died, he felt more than obligated to return.

A man with a fur trimmed parka walks up to the couple, a small smile is plastered on his face.

Kida stops, thinking the man is Izaya but then looks again, studying the man's face.

"...Mikado?"

"It's been a while, Kida Masaomi."

"It's also been a long time since I've seen you, Saki."

The young woman blushes, remembering the man she once worshipped, and how badly he treated her boyfriend.

"You're not..that man." the woman quietly spoke.

The young man smiled "You're right, I'm not Orihara Izaya. I am his replacement, Ryugamine Mikado."

"Replacement?" Saki murmured.

Mikado nodded his head. "Yes, it's nice to see that you've both returned."

"What happened to all the gangs?" Kida asked.

Mikado laughed and then said in a soft voice, "Blue Squares as you already know was demolished by the Yellow Scarves, who disbanded after their leader decided to flee this city."

Kida winced slightly, remembering the days when he was a gang leader.

"What about Dollars?" Saki asked.

Mikado just stood there silently and then asked her, "Who are Dollars?"

"They're only one of the biggest gangs in Ikebukuro. They were known as the "colorless gang". Almost everyone was a part of Dollars, or at least most people on the internet claimed to be."

The informant looked at Kida and Saki, absorbing their knowledge, and figured that Kida never had the chance to tell Saki that they are currently speaking to the leader of Dollars.

"It is said that the leader of Dollars settled down and chose to live a low key, yet still unrestful lifestyle. Because he always had to change so he wouldn't get bored. Whether it meant he had to go up and do good or devious things down below."

Mikado chuckled. "They say that if you're lucky enough, you can still spot him in Ikebukro today."

And with that, he turned around and walked away waving his hand.

"It was nice seeing you two again. Ikebukuro welcomes you back with its arms wide open."

Kida couldn't do anything but watch the informant, who was once just a cowardly school child and his closest friend grow up right before his eyes.

Kida smiled and whispered "It was nice seeing you again too, Dollars."

Saki giggles, realizing who the man she just met was.

"Shall we get going?" Saki asks.

Kida nods and is grateful that is Esper girlfriend was able to decipher some of Ikebukuro's mysteries.

And he continued walking with Saki hand in hand.

Off to new horizons.

PART THREE

The recent locations of Saika are unknown; they say that the informant of Ikebukuro is the only person who knows her true whereabouts and identity.

Sonohara Anri was never an ordinary child.

Ever since the Saika incident, she became more parasitic and introverted as her teenage years passed her by.

And she never goes outside.

SAIKA HAS ENTERED THE CHATROOM

TARO TANAKA HAS ENTERED THE CHATROOM

Saika: Taro Tanaka-san, is it true what they said about Masoami Kida?

Taro Tanaka: Yes, he has returned to Ikebukuro, and brought Saki along with him.

Saika: Saki? You mean the girl that was attacked by Blue Squares?

Taro Tanaka: Yes, though it's been a long time since then. Almost 11 years.

Saika: Do you think that he has returned to bring back Yellow Scarves?

Taro Tanaka: You're very funny, Saika-chan, but it would appear that Kida has only returned for pleasure, not business.

Saika: I see, how is Pure Water 100%?

Taro Tanaka: Would you like for him to join the chat room?

Saika: Yes please.

PURE WATER 100% HAS ENTERED CHATROOM

Pure Water 100%: Konichiwa!

Saika: Konichiwa.

Taro Tanaka: Konichiwa.

Pure Water 100%: It's been a long time since I've talked to either of you.

Saika: I feel the same way.

Pure Water 100%: Though these chatrooms are pretty boring without Setton or Chrome.

Taro Tanaka: Do you miss them?

Pure Water 100%: Only Setton, Chrome was a bitch.

Saika: I didn't really know her.

Taro Tanaka: She was, wasn't she?

Pure Water 100%: And then all of a sudden, "POOF!" she disappears from the World Wide Web!

Saika: Was she sick?

Taro Tanaka: A sickness wouldn't keep Chrome-san from the internet; she'd be more likely to be online when sick.

Saika: Did she...

Pure Water 100%: Who knows? Morley, who cares? Chrome's demise is probably the result of no more gangs. Lord knows how much she knew and cared about them.

Taro Tanaka: Even Dollars died down.

Pure Water 100%:...

Taro Tanaka: So Saika-chan, how is the Antiques Shop coming along?

Saika: It's getting there. I might be able to re-open it in a few months.

Pure Water 100%: Oooh! I didn't know that Saika-chan was opening up an Antiques Shop! I'll be your #1 costumer!

Saika: You don't have to do that..

Pure Water 100% Please, I'll buy up most of the store.

Taro Tanaka: I'd like to buy something as well.

Saika: It'd be nice to meet each other again.

Taro Tanaka: I agree.

Pure Water 100%: Me too!

Saika: I'd also like to see if Setton-san is able to make it.

Pure Water 100%: Hai! I like this idea! I'll invite everyone over to my place for a hot pot afterwards! I'll start the planning right now!

Taro Tanaka: Don't you have paperwork to be attending to for Awakusu-Kai?

Pure Water 100%: Don't you?

Taro Tanaka: I handed in my work yesterday.

Pure Water 100%: What? No Fair! Fine! I can't wait till I'm able to see you again Saika-chan!~

Saika: It will be nice to see you again as well. :)

Pure Water 100%: Well, I'm off!

PURE WATER 100% HAS LEFT THE CHATROOM

Saika: Did you really get your paperwork done that early?

Taro Tanaka: I always do.

Saika: You always were an organized and smart student, I'm glad to see that you haven't changed.

Taro Tanaka: Neither have you, Saika-chan.

Saika: Speaking of change, what happened to Setton-san?

Taro Tanaka: Well, it's been while. I believe she moved away from here. Or maybe her computer broke. I do miss her voice of reasoning whenever a fight happens in a chatroom.

Saika: I see. I figured you would know more since you are an informant. But thank you for telling me what you know.

Taro Tanaka: No problem.

Saika: I should get going. Harima-chan is coming over to help me unpack some antiques for the store.

Tara Tanaka: Okay, Sayonara, Saika-chan.

Saika: Sayonara, Taro Tanaka-san.

SAIKA HAS LEFT THE CHATROOM

TARO TANAKA HAS LEFT THE CHAT ROOM