Click.

The gun latched against her head.

The cold metal felt strangely comforting, and something like deja-vu overcame her mind. All it took was slight movement of her finger and it would be over.

The end.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A man's voice echoed from the end of the dark alley. The young woman slightly turned her head to see the silhouette of a young man.

"My, my...That was a close one," he smirked.

All she could see was the shadow of his irritating, sadistic grin on his face as his laughter echoed throughout the alleyway.

It was him. Orihara Izaya.

The train rushed past as the breeze of the gentle wind caressed my face. Ikebukuro.

Quite an interesting city. It's known for its busy liveliness- but personally I think it's annoying. So many damn people crawling about; disgusting. I can easily see through this city's facade. Beneath the cheerful chattering of the Ikebukurians lies a layer of sins and darkness; There's no mercy in the world. If you're left behind, you're left to rot. I accepted this truth long ago. There's nothing you can do about it, for it's yourself and the rest of the world.

I slipped off my headphones, letting the rest of my free blue hair flow. It was strangely calming. For now.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!"

It was peaceful while it lasted.

A vending machine flew over my head. I paused for a short while, before shaking my head and continuing to walk towards the most crowded part of Ikebukuro.

Quite a strange city, indeed.

The bells chimed as I entered the restaurant. The scent and atmosphere was familiar for me, as I took a moment to take it all in.

"S'up."

"Oooh, why if it isn't Kyo~ Long time no see!" The Russian chef exclaimed.

"Still the same ol' Simon I see?" I teased.

"The very same." He gestured with both his arms before shrugging.

I smiled slightly before settling upon one of the empty seats by the counter.

The familiar, squishy texture sunk under my weight. My legs hung off as I pushed the balls of my feet off the ground to spin around.

"So what brings you back to Ikebukuro?"

I paused spinning.

"...I don't know."

Simon peered down at me, prying his eyes away from the dishes he was washing.

"Well, I'm sure you'll find your way soon, Kyo."

"You're not gonna ask anything more?"

Simon's eyes pierced through me.

"The past is the past. None of that matters anymore. And don't worry; I won't stick my nose into other's businesses."

I blinked, then chuckled.

"Well, it was good to see you again, Simon."

"Yare, you aren't going to stay for my cooking?"

"Un. I'll pass on the sushi. Not my favourite, you see." I crinkled my nose in distaste.

Simon let out a whole hearted laugh.

"Nonsense, Russian Sushi is delicious!"

"We'll see about that." I jumped off my seat and headed for the door.

"I'll see you around, Simon."

"Yeah. Come visit sometime," his voice rang through the room, "I'll be expecting you, Kyo!"

The door shut closed. Off she went again; never stopping the endless storm.

Simon sighed. Good luck, Kyo.

?

Ah.

I'm lost. Well, it HAD been 2 years since I last came to the city...

What to do...what to do...

I wandered around aimlessly. The main street was pretty busy. People flooded about noisily, making me ruffle my hair in frustration. What was I even looking for?

Anything. Everything. Or was it nothing? What was I even kidding? I never should have come to Ikebukuro and leaving my home country...

I kicked a pebble, sulking. It went soaring into the sky, and made a satisfying hit on a person passing by.

"What the..." The man whirled around, his eyes shifting around, before landing his glare on me. "THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?! Are you trying to MESS with me?"

I raised an eyebrow. Calm...Calm yourself, child.

"Don't you know that we're the Yellow Scarves? You've got some guts," he blabbered on, "You're lucky we don't touch young girls."

I glanced at the other hooligans behind him. They were cracking their hands, and making intimidating gestures.

SHAT.

Let's run for now.

"And so...-HEY! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!"

"GET 'ER!"

Did I have to deal with stupid gangs the moment I stepped into town?

I manoeuvred through the crowds, mentally scoffing. We were making quite a scene.

It was sure to catch the people's attention, especially in a city where anything can happen, like this. Yet, not even one kind soul was lending a hand. Their eyes full of fear, turned their heads away when they met my gaze. Pathetic.

I cursed under my breath; I wasn't going to last much longer. The shouts behind me were becoming more evident. I examined my surroundings. They were becoming more familiar now. The streets and stores looked exactly the same as they had been 2 years ago, when I was 22. Sweat poured down my face, as I huffed. Nobody would help. As per usual. My eyes searched around for anything or anyone that could help anyways.

Suddenly, I held my ground.

Ah. Oh yeah, I could do that too.

I abruptly changed my direction, and ran towards my favourite shop.

It would just take a second. Please let this work.

"Where did she go?"

"Hey! Over there!"

I mentally counted the seconds, before bursting out the door with my headphones in place.

Grabbing my newly purchased skateboard, I quickly pushed off the ground for speed.

I squinted, crouching down low, and pulling my new cap to mask my face. I smirked, adrenaline pumping and coursing throughout my body, while music blasted through my ears. I swerved right past the gangsters, and had a take off. Soaring through the air, I lifted my skateboard, and the look past their faces were laughable. I spat in their faces, before hitting one of their men with my wheels, ultimately crushing his nose. The cracking sound satisfied me.

"STOP HER!"

"Not happening."

I stuck out my tongue. "Ciao~"

"Watch your back! We'll find you again. Next time we'll..."

I got further and further away before their voices completely drowned out.

After a few minutes, my skateboard skidded to a stop. Phew. That was a tiring workout. I blended in the crowd. I kicked up my skateboard, as it landed into my hand.

Jeez...those people were scary. Talk about intimidating.

Ah. Now. What to do...

I was in the middle of a traffic jam of people; pushing and pulling.

My foot got caught on a pebble, and I lost my balance. Landing straight on my face, I groaned before picking my clumsy self back up.

Screw you, pebbles.

The tall buildings loomed over me, as I came to a realization.

Curse my lacking sense of directions.

I took off my headphones, letting them lie on my shoulders.

I'm lost. Again.