Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara!, or any of the characters used in this fic. They are the property of Ryohgo Narita and Suzuhito Yasuda. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.

What Went Unnoticed

Prompt: Watercolored skies...

A/N: For LJ.

Were someone to have seen him out this late at night, lounging about on the rooftop of an old apartment building, they might have asked how he was able to stand being in such a dark place on his own. In response, Masaomi would have offered up that trademark smile of his, leaning back in his fold-up chair as he went on about how men like him often liked to be alone and observe the darker, cooler side of the coin.

Of course, nobody had dared to come up to see him, as they didn't even know he was there. Sure, his parents may have been a bit worried, as he was out well past his curfew, but he didn't really give that a second thought. He just wanted to be alone, to take in the things he couldn't see in the heat of the day.

It was always so busy in Ikebukuro, but that was only because this was the entertainment district of Tokyo. If it weren't, he believed that it would be just as crowded, but a lot more tedious. There would be nothing to do without all the movie theaters, malls, and flashing signs on the sides of skyscrapers. At first, when he'd moved, it had been one hell of a sight. He'd wanted to see and do everything at once. His parents, of course, had convinced him otherwise.

"If you take it all in now, then what will you have to look forward to later?" his father had said.

Now, several years after that fact, he was bored out of his skull again, reduced to slurping Ramune on the top of this old-as-hell building.

Nobody would come looking for him, and that suited Masaomi just fine. He needed to think about some things, and it wouldn't help if people were chattering in his ear the whole time. But, now that he remembered he had things to think about, he couldn't remember worth a damn what they had been.

The teen sighed, rolling onto his side in the chair. It was so boring here now. It was all about gangs and superiority; about kicking the crap out of the other guy for this and that. He was so tired of it. That life was what he'd been sucked into when he'd come here, and now, it was all in his head again.

There was a beam of light that streamed into his eye, causing him to grumble and assume that it was another blimp broadcasting some new reality show. But, upon looking up, he saw that the silver clouds had parted, giving way to the moon that sat in an otherwise colored sky. It was the same sky as the one he remembered from his childhood in Saitama, but it was different. Here, skyscrapers littered the skyline, reaching up to grasp the shimmering disc with antennas and large black hands made of sickening smoke. The colors weren't as pure as they used to be, but there was still something there. Tinges of red and purple, and maybe even a little green.

In all his time in Ikebukuro, Masaomi had never seen something so astounding.

He smiled to himself, folding up the chair and tucking it under his arm. Who gave a damn about the bustle of the big city? It was always the same, anyway.

But now, he had someplace that was really his own. Something he could share with Anri and Mikado the next time they were out together. He'd bring them here, he decided, and he'd show off the marvelous discovery he'd made.

This place sure as hell wasn't as pretty as Saitama, but it still had the same wide sky.