Bête Noire

The familiar characters of Ikebukuro return to face off with the infamous and elusive SCP Foundation, but not without the assistance of the reformed genius prosecutor and his bumbling detective sidekick.

Rated: T for language and future violence/gore. No lemon, No yaoi. Pure action.

Authors' Notes:

1. It will be multi-chaptered

2. Chapter 2 will be posted up soon!

3. Previous knowledge of Durarara! (anime): Not mandatory, but to understand some one-liners and grasp the characters' personalities and backgrounds, it is advised. Based off of the anime only; although certain novel/manga characters are mentioned for the sole purpose of supporting the plot.

4. Previous knowledge of the SCP Foundation (website): Mandatory. The SCP Foundation is "a wiki that serves as a collection of reports on paranormal artifacts/humanoids, based around the idea of an international agency that contains items that threaten the normality of the world. These items are referred to as SCPs, with each one given containment procedures, a description, and a history of experiments on them," according to TV Tropes. Visit "Members' Pages"* for more character information. Individual SCP case links may be provided within this document, as some unmentioned details may pertain to the story.

5. Previous knowledge of Ace Attorney (games/manga): Not mandatory, but helpful in character and circumstantial understanding.

Main Cast:
Durarara!: Izaya Orihara, Shizuo Heiwajima, Celty Sturluson, Shinra Kishitani
The SCP Foundation: Dr. Clef, Dr. Gears
Trauma Team (game): Dr. Gabriel Cunningham (as an SCP Personnel)
Ace Attorney: Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth, Detective Richard Gumshoe

*Members' Pages: scp - wiki (. net) (/) members-pages (remove spaces and brackets)

In this Chapter:
MAIN - Durarara!: Shinra Kishitani
MAIN - The SCP Foundation: Dr. Clef, Dr. Gears

CHAPTER 1

– Russia Sushi; Ikebukuro, Japan. July 10 – 11:47 pm –

"No, no! The name comes from the A major chord played on a ukulele. None of that pussy violin crap."

The busy district of Ikebukuro was bustling with faceless people in faceless crowds. The noises of the city flooded the small sushi restaurant, not reaching the two figures talking at the bar.

"I thought the alto clef was for the viola. I could have sworn it was for the viola."

Although the denizens of Ikebukuro, especially those who frequented Russia Sushi, were familiar with strange sights, the other customers could not help but glance at the chatting men whose voices got increasingly louder with every clink of a glass.

"Whatever, dude." The man known most commonly as Dr. Clef reached into a large briefcase and pulled out a ukulele. "I take her everywhere with me. Her name is Linda."

The second man, a young underground doctor named Shinra Kishitani, peered at the instrument from behind his glasses. "You carry a banjo in your bag?"

"Ukulele! She's a ukulele. Get it right." Clef pushed his empty shot glass towards the girl behind the counter. "Fill 'er up!"

The bartender glanced at him, eyes flicking away nervously, her mouth pinched tight as if she was trying her hardest not to openly gawk. Shinra was the normal one of the duo, with his simple white lab coat and shoulder-length black hair. Clef, on the other hand, was dressed in a flamboyantly colorful Hawaiian shirt. That in itself would not have been odd, but the profane depictions of people engaging in all manners of sexual activity on it made it difficult for even the most eccentric Japanese person to handle. Despite his choice of dress, the feature that was most fascinating to the bartender was the foreigner's glare. His eyes, one seemingly blue and one seemingly green, looked almost inhumanly vivid with color.

"Hey, you deaf?" Clef picked up the empty glass and waved it around. "Man, these Asian chicks can't get enough of me!" He laughed heartily while Shinra sighed under his breath, relieved that the girl didn't understand Clef's English.

The bartender took the glass and filled it up, cautiously passing it back to Clef and then hurrying to the other side of the bar to help other customers.

"Oh, I wanted some too…" Shinra sighed, despite being used to the fact that things rarely go his way whenever he meets up with his old friend.

"So what've you been up to?" Clef gulped the shot down in one go. "Still being the good doctor that you are?"

"I don't think good is the way most people would describe it, but yes." Shinra leaned against the counter. "I still don't understand why you left this line of work. Don't tell me you prefer working in that crazy place."

"Ha!" Clef reached over the counter and grabbed hold of a bottle of cognac, filling his glass to the brim. "Of course I prefer it! The Foundation is insane. You never run out of fun things to do." He took a swig of the cognac. "And, y'know, I'm like saving the world." Another drink. "And shtuff. Yeah. Shtuuuff."

Shinra raised an eyebrow sardonically. "So everything in there can destroy the world?"

"Pfft, no! Not at all, man! That's just the Keters. And maybe some Euclids. Well, there was that time one from the Safe class got out—ah, not important." Clef took yet another drink, his colorful eyes taking on a glossy sheen. "What was I talking about?"

"Things that can destroy the—" Shinra was interrupted by Clef's laughter.

"Right, right! Oh, man, we have this one SCP, you wouldn't believe it!" The drunken laughter grew louder. "It's, it's this, tomato, right? And it—" he broke off in fits of giggles, gasping. "It can hear jokes, right? It has a sense of freakin' humor, man! Ha, can you imagine? A tomato!"*

Shinra just gaped at his friend. "Huh?"

Clef was about to continue, but his voice was cut short by the sound of the doors being slammed open. People scurried out of the way of two men, one in a lab coat and one in a black suit.

"Aw shit," Clef muttered, spinning around on the barstool to face them.

Shinra eyed them cautiously. "Friends of yours?" he inquired with forced lightness in his tone.

"Mm, wouldn't put it that way."

One of the men went up to Clef and Shinra, while the other blocked the doors to prevent anyone from leaving the restaurant.

"Goddamn it, Gears. I'm on vacation, go away." Clef made a shooing gesture toward the man. "Or do you wanna stay and have a drink with us?"

The man whom Shinra now knew to be Dr. Gears spoke up in a monotone – albeit authoritative – voice. "Every time, Clef. You know it is against protocol to speak of the Foundation outside Foundation walls." He pulled out a bottle of pills from his coat pocket. "Now I have to administer amnesiacs to all of these civilians. The Overseers have started to notice a correlation between depleting amnesiac numbers and your departures from the Foundation sites."

"Spare me the speech, Gears!" Clef hiccoughed.

"Wait, wait, amnesiacs?" Shinra sat up straighter, visibly worried. "I can't take any! I won't tell anyone, really. Dr. Clef and I are old friends, right?"

Clef raised his glass and exclaimed, "Right-o!"

The expression on the face of Dr. Gears did not change. "It is either amnesiacs or immediate termination."

Shinra gulped, looking at Clef for help. "But I can't forget anything about my beloved Celty! And I can't die! Please, there must be some other option."

"How about you join me? Just like old times!" Clef put an arm around Shinra, winking at Dr. Gears. "Whaddaya say, Gears? He'd be a great addition to the team at Site 19."

A pregnant pause lingered in the air as strange looks were exchanged between the two Foundation scientists.

"Fine. He can join. But he will have to go through the evaluation just like everybo—"

"Yay!" Clef grinned and patted Shinra on the back. "Welcome to the team, buddy!"

Shinra wore a look of confusion mixed with relief on his face, trying to make sense of the situation. "So, how does this work? Do I pack up my things? Oh, I have to tell Celty – that is, my roommate – when she gets back from her job."

Dr. Gears was suddenly very close to Shinra, standing over him ominously. "You tell no one. You leave tonight." With that, him and the man in the black suit turned towards the terrified crowd of customers trapped in the restaurant.

Clef quickly pulled out some sunglasses and put them on, nudging Shinra with his elbow. "You might wanna close your eyes."

"What?"

A bright light flashed within the building of Russia Sushi and everything went black.

A/N: *Tomato SCP: scp - wiki (. net) (/) scp-504 (remove spaces and brackets)