— I don't own Durarara!
Mikado watched the cars speed down the road as he walked home from school. It was mind-numbingly dull, almost a chore, but then again, people always did mind-numbing things when they were bored.
Kida-kun had been held after school and Anri-chan was home sick that day. Aoba-kun was busy dealing with the Orihara twins, not that any of their company would have made a difference. Even hanging out with his friends had become mundane over time.
This was a sure sign something was wrong with him, but he just couldn't help it. Karisawa-san and Yumasaki-san rushed out of a suspicious-looking building with bagfuls of who-knew-what, but he ignored them. Seiji-san was meeting his girlfriend in front of Russia Sushi. He didn't stop to talk. Celty-san turned a corner and narrowly escaped the traffic police, but he didn't care. That happened every day. Heiwajima-san threw a vending machine at Orihara-san and missed, almost crushing poor Mikado. That was okay. He just walked away.
It had all happened before.
He was already used to it, the gang wars and the headless motorcyclists, the sneaky informants and the crazy lovesick underground doctors, even his own invisible online gang.
Without a leader, a gang was all talk, never doing anything worthy of their true capabilities. Conflicting that, the Dollars wouldn't be the Dollars if they had a leader, driving Mikado into a paradox he couldn't dig himself out of no matter what he tried. It would have ended as an urban legend echoing throughout Ikebukuro, and Mikado had thought that maybe that was the ideal for him, but it wasn't.
Having a connection to an urban legend like that wasn't any fun. It didn't drag him into the excitement of the city he was addicted to. No, it left him on the sidelines being called an innocent kid who shouldn't get himself mixed up in the wrong things.
He despised that the most.
Orihara-san had been wrong, Mikado then realized. It wasn't just himself that had to evolve. It was his entire surrounding environment that had to constantly change in order to keep him entertained. Everything had to wash away and be grown anew every once in a while, but just a little faster now so that Mikado could witness it. He wanted to experience everything— the good, the bad, the pleasant, the torturous….
And if it wouldn't happen on its own, then Mikado would just have to initiate it himself. He'd be more than happy to.
It was becoming too tiresome to be the righteous protagonist of the story. Next time, he'd try to be the villain instead. He was sure it'd be more amusing.
How was this for my first fanfiction? This was only a one-shot, but please review and tell me if you want me to continue it as a full-length story under a different title! Thank you and merry New Year's (with a happy late Christmas)!
Edit: The full-length version has been uploaded under the name Here We Board The Roller Coaster Again.