Hey everybody Sakurai Ichizaya over here with my first Durarara! Fanfic! Now some of you may be planning to turn away but rest assured that this is just a new account and I have written stories before, and I do know what spell check so this won't be as bad. Well at least I hope not.

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! because if I did well this fanfic is pretty much what would happen if I did.

Title: The City is At War ( look for the AMV called Ikebukuro is War if you want to see what inspired me)

Word count: 3037

Total word count: 3037

I don't even know how it started, mostly because I can't remember anything from before that time. I do know something though. Any normal pair of teens wouldn't have made it as far as we did. We didn't need our memories because, you can't miss what you don't remembering, and because we didn't remember those memories would become a weakness. One that we didn't need.

What we managed to do is a one in a million chance, but I'll write it down for someone to find it, years after my death. Then the world will know what really happened and why, the story of me, Fiama Ashley A. Di Angelo-Okumura and the story of Nahrin M. James-Alexandre and what happened in the war between the famous Mafia, "Shinigami", the Monster of Ikebukuro, The Informant of Ikebukuro and the group of serial killers known as "Retribution".

Let's go to the beginning though, when Fiama and Nahrin woke up abandoned in a random alley way in Akihabara. They each had nothing but a bag full of electronics and a couple thousand yen. They also only happened to know their names and the fact that they were friends, other than that their mind was a blank slate. Thats when they decided that they weren't going to rely on anybody's help and became determined to make the best of their lives. Now flash forward five years later…

Fiama Ashley yawned before stretching her arms and untangling her glasses from the top of her head where they had been placed before she had fallen asleep on the train on the way to Ikebukuro. After doing so she put them on and turned to look at her friend Nahrin who was slouched in what had to be a really uncomfortable position. Noting that they were arriving to their stop she decided to wake her up.

After a few failed attempts at shaking her awake, Fiama Ashley got annoyed and just pushed her onto the floor before standing up and grabbing her bag. Nahrin woke up so surprised and immediately noticed that the train was about to leave she didn't even bother to complain before grabbing her own bag and speeding out of there. Finally when they had left the train and the platform cleared up Nahrin turned to her demanding to know what the push was all about.

"Well if you wanted to end up somewhere else across tokyo you should've just told me and i would've let you. I'm sorry for my insensitivity"

"Fiama!"

"Nahrin, it's about as easy to wake you up as it is to buy the united states". he told her giving her friend an annoyed look. Nahrin just pouted and mumbled something about not being nice. she scoffed. As if Nahrin wouldn't have done the same thing. Knowing her, Fiama Ashley would have probably ended up halfway across the train if the rolls had been reversed.

They exited the train station and Nahrin soon forgot about the incident before filling the silence with mindless chatter. The two, after living for nearly five years in Akihabara had decided that coming to Ikebukuro would be a nice change of pace. They had bought out four floors in an apartment building nearby call "The Tower Grandia" and kicked out the residents already on those floors with a two month notice. A few of the people had given them trouble but after a... friendly visit from Nahrin and their friend Eve they had pleasantly left, with the exception of one family who had decided to damage it and then leave them a curse in the form of two knives pointing to her when she entered the closet.

Now Fiama Ashley wasn't a superstitious person, even owning a black cat called Thirteenth, but when she sees something like that and then she ends up sick for two weeks, thats enough to give you doubts. Thankfully though, their scatterbrain secretary Adriane who ironically didn't know how to do her job, was pretty good at taking care of sick people so she had managed to evade the hospital. That though didn't stop her from tracking down the family and getting the husband demoted. Cursing people was just mean and rude.

Finally reaching the top floor where their personal apartment was they entered and collapsed on the couch. Their appartment used to be two separate ones renovated to have more space and had five bedrooms, two bathrooms, a study/archive room/library, a nice and big living room, two balconies, and a nice big kitchen for her baking hobby and Nahrin's eating hobby. They would be living with each other and Adrianne, and Angelica their housekeeper. The other apartments and floors would be used as HQ a personal living quarters for some of the other Shinigami members that had moved to ikebukuro to form their new branch.

"Hello Miss Fiama Ashley, Miss Nahrin, Welcome to our new home" They both turned to see their preppy, and scatterbrain Secretary standing by the desk in the living room holding a clipboard with a smile, she somehow managed to have. Adrianne Eisenberg was daughter to a poor farmer in germany. When her father died when she was 6 her mother remarried to a man that abused her physically and sexually. At the age of 14 Adrianne ended up getting pregnant with twins. Her children weren't shielded from the violence, and complications arose when one of them turned out to have Autism.

Two years ago when Adrianne was 19, they met when Fiama Ashley and Nahrin were conducting business in germany and got lost. They ended up in her town and found her pleading for help two one of the doctors for one of her children who was deathly ill. She had no money and the doctor no mercy. Fiama Ashley told the doctor to piss off before getting directions and taking her and the child to a private hospital. While the child was being treated, She learned that Adrianne's monster of a stepfather had accumulated quite the impressive debt and she was expected to work to pay it all. Thats when Nahrin used her brain and got an amazing idea.

They sent a trusted member to the old farm house (because few people actually trust a pair of eighteen year olds) and had her say that his debt would be completely taken care of if he gave Adrianne and the twins to Shinigami. The disgusting man happily sold out his stepdaughter and children to pay the debt. Fiama Ashley then propositioned a job for her and even got therapy for the child with autism despite that it was still a bit too late for that.

Now she had become one of the most trusted members and the child with autism, Erich had gotten better, and both children would be moving into the apartment next door with their some other trusted members Avery Walker and Izayoi Kimihara, the latter who was born with autism her self. Adrianne was really something special to smile even after all that, but she was a strong person. sure she was also clumsy and kinda incompetent at her job but she was also strong.

"Heya Adrianne how is everything?" Nahrin said, hanging upside down from the couch. Adrianne brushed her pale blonde hair away from her blue eyes and checked her clip board.

"Well almost everyone has almost settled in, the exceptions being the Informative unit and the defense unit" She said and Fiama Ashley sighed. The defense unit, In charge of teaching self defense to some of the younger members was understandable since they were still moving a bit of equipment but she bet her place as one of the heads of the shinigami Mafia that the only reason the Informative unit was late was because of their head informant Lou Von Grace. While she was good a t doing her job she was the laziest person she had ever met and no doubt she was too lazy to finish packing everything and get it moved over here.

"Hey Adrianne do me a favor and tell Lou to get over here right now or that she's eating pizza for the rest of the month"

Pizza and Lou had a bad history seeing as three years ago a psycho killer had trapped her in a pizzeria basement and tortured her for like a week before Fiama Ashley had found her. It was a bit too late though because Lou had lost an arm by then and since the guy had fed her only pizza the entire time, well somehow pizza ended up traumatizing her.

Adrianne nodded before pulling out her standard issued flip phone and dialling Lou. Fiama Ashley left her to do that and went to her bedroom. Her bedroom was a splash of different shades of purple, with dark purple walls, lilac curtains, lavender rug with purple and pink swirl designs, purple and white bedspread and lilac furniture including a desk, a dresser, a night stand and some chairs and table.

She walked over to her desk and picked up a brand new notebook and pen before she sat down to write random things and ideas. after a while she got bored so she picked up her laptop, a thin, Chromebook hp and logged on to this new chat site that had been open for a few months called "New Domain". the name sucked but it was pretty organized and she was part of a rather strange chat group that Nahrin, Lou and her older sister Eve were also part of.

Ace-of-Spades has signed on

[Kanra] Hello Ace it seems you've finally stopped ignoring us.

[Ace-of-Spades] Yeah well believe it or not I actually have a life.

[Snow-Queen] I believe we established long ago that no one on this website has a life.

[Kanra] Snow has a point. We're all just lonely little people looking for some friendship.

[Ace-of-Spades] Yeah well anyways Kanra, got any new rumors for us

[Kanra] It seems someone's avoiding the matter, but to answer your question, I have a few. Have you heard of the serial in Ikebukuro?

[Snow-Queen] What about them?

[Kanra] Well it seems they killed and important political figure passing through recently and certain members of the awakusu-kai. Even a few students and members from the Dollars have dropped dead. the only thing they leave is a message in their victims blood that say "This is their Retribution". Pretty twisted huh?

[Ace-of-Spades] You shouldn't be talking Kanra, you're messed up in the head yourself

[Kanra] True. You know me so well Ace!

[Snow-Queen] Aren't you the little drama queen

[Kanra] It's what makes me so amazing

[Ace-of-Spades] Well see ya later guys. I got things to do, people to scream at.

[Kanra] Miss me ;)

[Snow-Queen] later

Ace of spades has signed off

Fiama Ashley closed her laptop and threw herself on her bed, looking at the ceiling. With these killings occurring in Ikebukuro she should probably take care. While she was handy with almost any type of gun, she was extremely fragile when it came to her bones, once even snapping her wrist while lifting a couch with Nahrin. One of their doctors, Genesis had mentioned that it was partly because of something called brittle bone and because she refused to drink any milk.

This of course had also stopped her from learning any type of self defense after spraining and hurting her bones countless times. Instead she spent her time studying psychology, criminology, profiling and other things to figure out which people to avoid. She had also improved her what used to be non-existent reflexes so that she could up to four people in 30 seconds. It scared many people especially since she had a habit of taking it out and pointing at someone when they scared her. Poor Kacey from the Accounting unit could attest to it, having a bad habit of unintentionally startling her.

Fiama Ashley sighed and got up from her bed. She was bored so she decided that a walk through the park would probably do her good. She changed from her normal, formal attire that according to Nahrin made her look like a lawyer, into something more comfortable that included a white and navy blue striped shirt, a jean jacket, some navy blue leggings, a black knee-length pleated skirt, and her favorite black combat boots. She picked up her iphone, plugged it into to her headphones and dropped it in her pocket letting the headphones hang around her neck.

She then opened her closet filled with different versions of her favorite gun, the semi-automatic Beretta, from italy. She picked up two M9's and stuck them on the specially built holster inside her jean jacket before dropping some extra cartridges in her skirt pocket. She grabbed her apartment keys from the top of the dresser and skipped out of the Apartment giving Adrianne and Angeline a hasty goodbye.

The night outside was beautiful to night, the cool, crisp air giving Fiama Ashley a sense of peace. The west gate park was mostly empty only the random stranger wandering here and there. After walking for a while she sat down and checked her iphone, her personal phone reserved only for music, games and emergency contacts like Nahrin, Adrianne or Lou.

She only had one message from Nahrin letting her know that she was almost at West Gate park. The boredom had probably won her out as well and Nahrin had an strange talent for figuring out where she went. She pocketed her phone started just mindlessly walking around. Nahrin would eventually find her.

After about five minutes of going in circles she spotted a blonde guy sitting on a bench wearing what seemed to be a bartender suit and smoking, trying to calm down his nerves from what she could tell seeing how tense he was. Fiama Ashley stopped in her tracks and looked at the cigarette. She sighed. She had been going through withdrawals for two days now because Nahrin had decided to throw all of hers away. Against her better judgement she walked up to the blonde guy and sat next to him.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to have an extra one that you don't mind giving away" She asked him. He glanced at her before offering the box to her. She took the death stick as Nahrin liked to call them and fished out a lighter from her jacket. After lighting it she took a drag, letting the nicotine wash over her. She wasn't exactly sure when and why she had picked up smoking but she figured that for her body to crave it so much she had to have been exposed to secondhand smoking when she was young.

"Thanks, so why are you in such a bad mood"

"what's it any of your business" he said glancing (Or glaring) at her.

"None really but most people tend to use me as an outlet to spill all their problems. While I sometimes really don't care I still listen because everyone needs someone that'll listen to them don't you think"

"Isn't it stressing though having to listen to everybody's problems"

"Maybe but I'm used to it, and that way they don't feel alone. Loneliness is a terrible thing, don't you think"

"Yeah, I guess it is"

"So c'mon I'll listen so tell me whats bothering you" after this there was a long period of silence, though Fiama Ashley knew he'd eventually start speaking. The poor guy really did look like hell, and if he didn't spill soon he was going to crack.

"I lost my job again, though I'll admit this one did last longer than the other"

"How'd that happen"

"My... Violent tendencies were scaring away customers" this man suddenly reminded her a lot of Nahrin. She laughed.

"Sorry, but you remind me of a friend. She's never been able to hold a job for more than a week because she always picks a fight over the stupidest things and scares people"

"Like what?" he asked intrigued.

"Well one time she was working at a supermarket this guy put an orange where the tangerines were supposed to go. They started yelling at each other and soon it broke out into a fist fight. I don't think the poor guy will ever mix those up again after the beating she gave him"

"She got mad over mixing up a tangerine and an orange?" he asked her skeptically. Fiama Ashley laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, she can be kind of rash sometimes. She's lucky the guy was so scared of her he decided not to press charges. I believe he called her the devil's spawn"

"Yeah well this time i don't know what to do. I've pretty much gone through every job available in this city and anyways nobody would want to hire me"

"Well maybe you'll have luck one day. Whats your name, anyways?"

"I doubt it and it's Shizuo Heiwajima" Realization dawned on her. No wonder the poor guy would have a hard time finding a job, he was the Monster of Ikebukuro, the male version of Nahrin who was known as the Demon of the Mafia.

"Well nice to meet you Heiwajima-san, I'm Fiama Ashley Okumura" she said while fishing out a pen and paper, where she wrote down her name and number.

"Nah just call me Shizuo" he said not even noticing what she was doing"

"Well then Shizuo-kun, here have my phone number, if you don't find a job soon I can help you, how about that"

He looked at her like she had grown a second head. She put the paper in his hand and waved good bye to him before leaving. She had walked for about ten minutes when she heard a motorcycle and turned around to see Nahrin sto right next to her.

"So, how's it going Fifi?"

"Don't call me that!"

"Whatever you say Fifi, now get on, I wanna see if the rumors about the headless rider is true"

Fiama Ashley sighed. Of course she did.

"Fine, just don't call me Fifi" She climbed behind Nahrin and put on the helmet her risk taking friend always refused to put on.

Well we have reached the end of the first chapter, so thank you for reading ^_^

Also I really like reviews and critique so please do that and I am also in need of a Beta Reader who can not only check my grammar, but help bounce around idea's and help me keep characters in character.