The Distance A Raindrop Falls

By: AtomicKokoro

Storyline

Set five years after the end of Durarara. Peace seem to have finally fallen in their lives, but one wrong word brings everyone back together for one last round of war.

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Before You Read

It's a way of how I think Durarara! will end and a way to express my own adventure in the Durarara! world while still staying true to the Anime.

Let's see how this goes, cause I did my homework and I might confuse you guys a bit with the locations and stuff, so, yeah.

On with the story!

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Chapter 1

After The Thrill Is Gone

Life still goes on.

Even after the adventure or the thrill or the excitement, war, fighting is all over, we still go on. No matter what pain has been brought to us or what exhaustion we may feel. Still, we should live life to the fullest and enjoy it while we still can because, eventually, we will die.

It took Mikado Ryūgamine five years to realize this, and all too late is to say for certain. We will start at the beginning, where our twenty-one-year-old was sitting before his large, white computer desktop. Old fashioned and quite rusty, but it still worked like it should, humming like a bee on a hot summer's day.

Summer had long gone and winter snow blanketed itself on towers, buildings, and roads. Bridges, homes, and people themselves. It was chilly in Ikebukuro that day. Quiet, still, like the shimmering snow under the high lamps.

Almost nothing had changed. But, in a way, a lot still did.

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Mikado's Apartment; Shinbashi, Minato

November 31, 2015, 9:12 PM

The snow finally broke sound, crunching as it was walked over by Ikebukuro's people. One young man stood under the street light and looked up through the snowflakes on his eyelashes to the fifth floor. The only light still on, second from the left.

Mikado ran a hand through his midnight hair, stressed and unsure how to explain the words written on his screen. He didn't understand what he was reading, and help would be required soon enough. Unfortunately, there was no wireless internet available in his apartment. A trip to the nearest McDonald's would do the trick.

The buzzer sounded, the equivalent of a doorbell, and Mikado jumped. He wasn't expecting any guests. His trip to the Micky D's would have to wait.

He wandered to his door and clicked the button beside it. "Come in," he said and held a second button to unlock the door all the way downstairs. He counted to ten and let the button go. Mikado sat back down on his couch and waited for his visitor to come to the door.

After a few moments, there was a musical knocking on the door in contrast the darkness and silence of the rash apartment. Mikado opened his door and beam at his visitor. Masaomi smiled. He didn't beam anymore like he used to before, but he still smiled and his eyes shinned everyday.

"Hey, Masaomi!" Mikado chirped, opening the door slightly wider so the blond could step in. Under the light, Mikado could see Masaomi's dark brown roots and chuckled at how Masaomi still kept his hair dyed after all this time. What Masaomi found odd about Mikado was how deep his voice had gotten over the years. "What brings you here?" sounded like a strong man chuckling at a willing, hopeful apprentice.

"What, I need a reason to see my best friend?" Masaomi laughed, sitting on Mikado's couch. "Nice place. Better than the one by Sunshine Sixty, for sure."

Mikado and Anri decided to move in together, somewhere in east Shinbashi, Minato. The two boys almost lived an hour away now, and Mikado found it depressing he hardly saw his best friend anymore. It became the new normal, however, fairly quickly.

Masaomi was living with Saki at his old place by the HWV in Ikebukuro but they were planning to move to Harajuku in Shibuya simply because of the shopping district. Masaomi didn't object because it was closer to Shinbashi than Ikebukuro was which was going to be a nice change for both boys have hang out time again together.

However, since Ikebukuro was so far away, Mikado knew Masaomi didn't come all that way for a simple drop in. He didn't press for answers. They almost never did.

Mikado sat back down on his computer desk and leaned his chin in palm. "You don't need a reason to see me," he said. "but you need a reason to come to Shinbashi."

Masaomi simply shrugged and laid on his stomach. "Meh," he muttered, ignoring the implied question. "What were you doing?"

The raven spun around on his chair and looked at his computer screen. "Working on a report," he said.

Masaomi frowned and turned onto his back. "Every time I come here, you are working on something for collage," Mikado was going to collage to become a doctor, for whatever reason Masaomi didn't know. He worked hard and he seemed to always be busy with collage, even if nothing was due. Masaomi didn't even know where the collage was. "but I need the internet, so I gotta head down to McDonald's for that free wifi."

"Oh," Masaomi said suddenly, pulling out his phone. "no. Wait. Here." He pressed a few buttons and walked to computer, clicking here and there until the internet popped up and set on the Google Homepage.

"How...?"

"Simple," Masaomi replied, setting his phone beside Mikado's modem. "I made my phone a wi-fi hotspot."

Mikado nodded in understand and started clicking a few buttons, searching up what he wanted, while Masaomi disappeared into the kitchen. It was something that was always allowed in their homes. Of course, Mikado always asked to eat something but Masaomi just left him to find what he wanted in the kitchen while he used the bathroom.

"So," Masaomi sighed, pouring himself some water and pulling a bag of chips from the cupboard. "where has the ever-beautiful Anri disappeared to?"

Mikado shrugged, typing. "Out," he simply replied.

Masaomi raised an eyebrow and clicked on the TV set, switching on the news. Mikado suspiciously glance at Masaomi from his peripheral vision as the news castor began to speak. "...again, by stopping two thugs robbing a convenience store last night. Some say it's the Black Rider, some say it's the Slasher. Some believe it's both."

The blond had heard enough and switched off the TV. "I've know for a while," he said, then frowned. "I hope Anri doesn't get hurt."

Mikado shook his head. "She'll be fine." Masaomi held back a glare and popped open the bag of chips. "You can go if you like," Mikado said after a moment. "I'll just be working on my report all night, so you'll get bored."

Masaomi frowned and munched on a chip. "Is something wrong?"

Mikado was quiet for a moment, maybe concentrating on his report or maybe not, before he finally turned to Masaomi. "No," he said. "nothing."

The blond bit his lip and looked away. It seemed like Mikado was too late to reply. It was quiet, the water dripping in the kitchen, clocks ticking away on walls. There was a moment of silence. Masaomi opened his mouth, but he had no chance to speak as the buzzer rang through the apartment.

"It's Anri," Mikado said monotonically, getting up and holding the button that opened the locked door downstairs. Masaomi shut his mouth, sighed, and sat back down on the couch, munching away on his open bag of chips, flicking on the TV and watching the news.

It wasn't long before Anri came up. She opened the door and walked in, seeing the two boys doing their own thing. "I'm home," she said quietly. Masaomi took a small glance and ended up staring at her. She was dressed entirely in black, in a hooded sweater and a small skirt. It was different to see her in, even as she had grown into a lovely young lady, the rest of her body finally catching up to her chest size. "Oh, hello, Masaomi."

She must have sensed the tense atmosphere in the room because her voice seemed quieter than usual. She undid the buckles on her boots and set them beside Mikado's shoes. "Good day, Anri," Masaomi replied when he realized he was too busy staring.

Anri gave him a small, forced smile before disappearing into the bedroom behind him. Masaomi glanced at Mikado, who was focused on his report. Masaomi stood, sighed, and decided it was time to leave.

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Masaomi's Apartment; Ikebukuro, Toshima

November 31, 2015, 1:04 AM

It took Masaomi two train rides to get back to Ikebukuro. He thought about walking around the streets a bit, but he remembered Saki would be waiting for him with supper on the table. It might have been cold by then, but that was what the microwave was for.

He hurried home, walking as though he had a purpose, and surprised Saki with his sudden entrance. The brunette turned at the sound of the door opening and closing then continued to take his dinner plate and throw it in the microwave for a quick thirty seconds. "Welcome home," she said.

Masaomi walked into the kitchen and caught her gray gaze. She smiled at him. He smiled back.

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There is a new normal, unlike the one you are used to seeing here in Ikebukuro.

For instance, the Russia Sushi Shop closed three years ago. Simon, who had been laid off, worked for a coworker of Tom's as a bodyguard and protector. He did his job well, however did not enjoy the job due to the amount of violence that seemed to have to come with it.

Kyohei, Walker, Erika, and Saburo were no longer seen together around Ikebukuro. Instead, Kyohei helped lead the Dollars in Mikado's absence. Walker and Erika disappeared together to America to get married and settle down. Simply, Saburo went off and lived the life he had in mind with a clean slate to his hands. Seiji and Mika had the ending they wanted, disappearing to another city to also be wedded.

However, the greatest change to you may be Izaya and Shizuo. When they passed each other on the street, they didn't try to kill each other. Instead, they simply walked passed. The rage and the want for the other to be dead still burned, but something five years ago changed them.

Izaya didn't show up much in Ikebukuro anymore. He stayed in Shinjuku and most people forgot about him by the end of the second year.

No one really kept track of what he did anymore. No one really kept track of anyone. There was no need to. There was peace. A life these people wanted to live. The intertwined fates free from each other after the war.

Until five years later.

This is the story of the end.

The true end.

And the next beginning.

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After Notes

The beginning of the end. Did these twists ensnare you? Was that the right word? Hello if I know!

And thanks to XoXBloodyAliceT.T for the help!

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