A/n: I didn't think I was going to continue this story since I didn't think they would release season 2. I read the light novels, but I found it hard to incorporate Amaya into it since the novels confused me. Now that season 2 is out I kinda have a map to follow.

If you're new to this, I made a fanfic years ago revolving around an OC of mine, and this fic will be the same. Go read it first if you like.

Anyway, if I have old readers here, I hope you enjoy.

The city lights of Ikebukuro shone as brightly as they usually did, the streets alive with light and noise and gossip. It was another regular day for the citizens of the ever-lively city.

Amaya sat in the town square silently, checking her phone for any news about… Anything really. It had been relatively quiet after that small outburst from the Turbans last year, for which she was thankful. But the city just didn't feel the same, at least not to her.

She had dropped out of school right after the last semester ended. She needed a break from academics, and more time to concentrate on what plan of action she should take. She couldn't back down from being the boss, not when there was still so much happening.

Naoko had been released from the hospital three weeks after he had been wheeled in. He barely remembers what had happened to him, he can't remember the face of who attacked him. The only thing that he could remember was that they were after Amaya—er, rather, Ken.

"Is everything alright, Aya-chan?" Naoko asked, sitting carefully beside her as he handed her a soda. "You look a little pale."

Amaya had revealed her secret to the gang. She thought that trust was an important thing and if she couldn't be truthful to the people she cared for then she didn't have the right to call herself the Boss of Green Earth.

The group had taken it in good stride, though many of the members were initially surprised, they still thought of her a great leader and even berated her for keeping such important secrets from them.

Though if anyone on the streets asked, her name was Ken. It was a helpful alias.

And she had finally agreed to go out with Naoko.

"A little under the weather, I guess," she confessed to him, taking the can gratefully before popping it open and taking a huge sip. "Things have changed, huh…"

"Not really," Naoko replied thoughtfully, staring around them absentmindedly as if waiting for an ambush, though his posture was relaxed. "But I guess that all depends of the eye of the beholder."

"Then what does it feel like to you?" She asked him, passing the soda to him. "I feel like a completely different person now."

"You are, but you aren't" he replied with a grin, swirling the soda's content.

"So wise," she said sarcastically, though a grin played at her lips. "You make so much sense."

"Death does not necessarily mean the loss of someone's life," he explained academically. "It mostly means that—"

"Yes, I know. Change."

"I told you my cards were always right," he laughed.

"You never answered my question," she urged. "What does the city feel like to you?"

"Hmmm," he said out loud, leaning back to look at the dark sky. Sometimes he wishes he could see the stars dotting the sky, but he didn't need to if he had her by his side. "It feels like the city—no, the world… It feels like the world has grown, you know? It's still the same, but bigger, brighter… More alive!"

"You make as much sense as Simon," Amaya said, but nonetheless let her hand fall on top of his. "I don't know why I like you."

As they gazed up at the sky, the roar of an engine echoed through streets, and something akin to a paraglider soared above the city.

Another normal night at Ikebukuro.