Hey everyone! :D I just noticed there aren't many modern-type stories in the Danmachi universe XD Though it is an absurd idea, basically an AU. Not sure if gonna continue this or not, possibly if i receive positive reaction. Sorry to whoever who has written the same thing, please don't think i copied your idea X( Few elements remain the same, such as the races and the supposed 'monsters', so that's something. You can guess where this is going XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Danmachi.

Hope you enjoy :D

"How much is it?"

"20 dollars please." His bright, vibrant smile reached his ruby-red eyes, his snow-white hair falling over his eyes and joining his fair skin color as he tilted his head slightly, the cap he wore over his head hiding most of the fluff under it. The girl in front of him desperately wanted to yank it off but she might scare the adorableness in front of her. Instead she chose to simply pull out the money and hand it to him slowly. "Thank you for your purchase!"

Again he gave her that cute smile making her flush further and wave it off with a few giggles, quickly scurrying away when she received her groceries. The young man pressed a few buttons on the cash register, opening it with a ring and sorting the payment he had received. Sighing as he closed the register, his attention perked when another ring sounded. The door of the shop swung open again, this time a redheaded man stepping in.

He put on another smile as the young man his way over to him. Dressed in a rather loose, black long-sleeved shirt and a black equally loose jacket over it with white jeans that were littered with cuts. He had that bit of… free-headedness around him, that the white-haired boy couldn't help but notice. "Hello, how may I help you?" Ignoring his thoughts, he asked the red-haired man.

"Uhh, actually i was wondering if you have any batteries of some sort that could be fitted… in a flashlight?" His voice was deeper than his, just proving he was older than him. He sounded unsure if he was really buying what he was buying, that was for sure. The rabbit-like cashier smiled brightly and nodded.

"Of course." He turned around to the stall next to him where a few extra things were usually hung. Pulling out the pack he was searching for, he turned again and handed it to the man. "Will this do?"

"Oe, Cranel." Their attention snapped to the man who had just walked out of the 'staff only' room, his brown eyes looking rather bored as he made his way out the door. "Close the shop early. And remember, be on time tomorrow too."

"Hai…" The boy nodded, his smile falling slightly and replaced by a cute grimace. The man exited the shop, the redhead watching the interaction between them rather carefully. He truly couldn't understand how the rabbit-like boy could look cute even with a grimace.

"Heh, got it rough?" He asked with a small smile that the boy found surprisingly reassuring and welcoming. Quickly regaining his posture, he smiled back with a chuckle.

"You can say that. Anyways, is that all?" He changed the subject before it got awkward which the redhead thankfully seemed to catch and nodded. He pulled out the payment from his pocket and handed it to him. "Thank you for your purchase."

"No prob." Giving a wave, he turned and exited the shop. The doors closed again, leaving him alone to the silence the store had to offer. His eyes glanced up the clock. Almost 9. Time to close the store and get on his way home. Besides, he had missed his buss with the long shift he had done today, better to close early and reach his place before midnight hit.

He took off the hat and green apron he wore, leaving him in his simple black-sleeved shirt and black jeans along with brown shoes. Putting the apron and hat in the space underneath the cashier, he quickly grabbed his brown zip-up jacket that lay nearby and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he headed for the door. He'll take care of the shop tomorrow, he reminded himself. Besides he'd start his shift later as the other member that worked alongside him (Raul, he was called) was going first in the morning.

Pulling out the keys from his pocket, he closed the doors of the store and locked them with a simple *click*. Putting the keys back he turned on his feet, heading down the street as the moon above him barely illuminated his way, the clouds hiding the starry sky.

The boy, known better as Bell Cranel, glanced at the clock strapped around his wrist. He hurried his pace ever so slightly, his features growing distressed as he did. You couldn't blame him. The city he resided in, best known as Orario, was rather murderous at night time if not at daytime. The creatures that crawled the forests at the borders of Orario were one thing but the bandits that resided in the city were another.

His fear stayed when the creatures came around. He remembered vividly, when he had been told about his grandpa. The old geezer had worked near the outstreaks and knew the risks, but still did it.

It had been a bright, sunny day, just when he had returned from school with a bright smile on his face. Somehow, the police had found their way in. he remembered the words they had spoken the minute they had found out who he was and how his world had collapsed with those mere words.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cranel, but your grandpa was attacked and killed by someone or… something. One of the farmers that worked with him at the farms reported spotting him getting taken by someone and later hearing his screams. By the time we investigated, he…"

There had been blood, they had reported. The blood of a human at the woods near the farms, yet the body was never found. They had searched, and searched, and searched. After 7 months, they had declared him dead. That had left him broken, unable to even come across what had happened. His only family had died. First his parents who he had never met, now his grandpa who meant everything to him.

He jolted at the sound of a horn, turning to spot the car that was behind him. He noticed himself in the middle of the street and flushed, quickly scurrying to the sidewalk while the driver gave him an annoyed look and drove on. Wiping his moist eyes, he continued his walk home, now making sure to not let himself get lost in thought. He had cried enough when he had received the news, yet still he cried.

Bell glanced around. Despite nighttime, the beauty of the city still shone. Although you could only see houses around the place around him, the new and old buildings alongside the trees and nature that surrounded them, the interesting thing you would find, were the different races that resided in the city. And he was human, the commonest race around. Pretty weak compared to the rest.

He pouted at his own thoughts, pushing them away as he again fastened his pace. No time to be admiring the city, he could do it in the morning- which, he had to remind himself, was also the day he started his new school. Having been stripped from a guardian the police had roughly decided to let him continue his studies, getting some help the government as well.

At least I got a part-time job to help me along, so I won't have to rely on them COMPLETELY. He sweat-dropped. They weren't very… trustworthy. At least, that's what his grandfather had told him. He had already registered himself in the new school which was a well-known one in Orario. Specifically, how it specialized in both studies AND combat arts.

Orario was beautiful but dangerous at the same time, that was clear. If you could defend yourself, good for you. If you couldn't, then… well… damn it all. No one would do shit. You wouldn't be helped. With that in mind, that specific high school had made that program and given them a chance to do both studies and learn combat. Reason why he had applied in that school in the first place. He had been accepted and an half-elf had specifically welcomed him when he'd went there the first time.

… Eina Tulle… I think? She was pretty cute… and really nice… He felt himself blush, remembering her kind green eyes and brown hair, wearing glasses that added on the beauty. He swore, she had been blushing when he had smiled… so cute… ehhh, no time to think that! He shook his head, shoving his thoughts away as his blush intensified. Now was not the time to think how cute she was!

CLICK

His steps slowed, ears catching the sounds as his curiosity and senses all went alert. A feeling of dread filled the air, the moon slowly peeking out from the clouds that started to clear up.

CLICK

A shiver ran down his spine. His controlled grimace took over his pout, his face paling further. Almost to the point it was the same color as his hair. His body, despite his protests, started to turn to where the sound was coming from. The alley he had just passed, right behind him.

CLICK

His eyes caught the side of a figure that was slowly crawling out from that same alley. The chain that was being spun around his one finger clicked every time with it made a whole circle. The moonlight, generously and terrifyingly, rained over the figure illuminating the man's rough smirk and the eyes hidden behind his long dark hair, dressed in what he could only describe as strands of clothes.

His ruby-red eyes shone with the light that reflected in the knife he held in the other hand.

CLICK

Shit. shit shit shit-

CLICK

Run. run he had to freaking run damn it-

CLICK

His body reacted on it's own, eyes flashing with terror. His brain shut down leaving his lean and slim frame shaking as the man neared. Run. he had to run. He had to run away from this-

"Well, aren't you a pretty little bunny."

That brought him to his senses. He took control over his mind again as well as his body. As quickly as humanly possible by him, he turned on his feet and started to run, the fastest his feet could carry him. His heart started beating again. The only thing he felt was fear. Absolute fear.

The footsteps followed making him gasp in desperation, tears now started to well in his eyes. He had to lose the damned man. He had to lose him and get out of there, to get out ALIVE. He looked and felt weak, fragile even. People told him he was as fragile as a newborn bunny. Maybe this is what they meant. He couldn't even outrun the man that was about to kill him.

He turned to a street trying to fasten his pace. Why wasn't he as fast as a rabbit too?! He swore, the moment he escaped alive he'd devote his life to serve whatever rabbit god existed in heaven. His mind panicked, eyes scanning for ANYTHING that he could use to make an escape. The way ahead had nothing lighting it, not even the lamps that shone above them. Spotting the entrance beside the street he went ahead without thinking it through.

As soon as he turned, his eyes widened and he froze. An alley. A dead end. The footsteps following him also came to a stop, making his heart jump in terror. No. NO! Eyes now starting to leak tears, Bell slowly turned around, forcing himself to face the man-

SLAM!

Pain radiated through his body that was roughly slammed into the wall beside him. He choked out a gasp, nearly throwing up from the force of the punch that was thrown to his stomach. His head started to spin, his body being pushed up against the wall. His tears blurred his vision yet he could still see the smirk the man hand as he brought the knife forth.

"Now now, don't struggle little rabbit. I'll be very gentle…" his fist clenched the fluffy hair earning a cry from the boy. However, Bell's eyes snapped open in pain and fear when the cold blade made contact with his neck and dug slightly deeper.

"A-aahh-" Tears started to stream down his face, his eyes looking heartbroken as more pain greeted his body.

SLAM!

A flash passed through him, as the man was thrown off him by an unseeable force. His shaking frame fell on the ground, eyes wide and searching for his savior that had literally kicked the man away from him. Instead, Bell was greeted by long blonde hair, as the girl, dressed in a white shirt with a blue jacket on top and blue short skirt along with long white socks and boots turned around.

Her emotionless yet surprised golden eyes, same as her golden hair, met his own. He looked so fragile, she observed. His slim body shook, his cheeks trailed with tears, beautiful red eyes staring at her in shock. What caught her attention the most was his pure, white hair. He looked…

Like a rabbit. She decided, stepping closer. She could spot… blood, trailing down his neck, to his shirt. From the cut that man had given him. Although she wouldn't worry for a complete stranger, she felt her heart tug at the sheer… well, fragileness in front of her. Deciding she'd consult him and deal with the angry Riveria later for being late, she neared him and knelt a bit. "... are you okay-"

He jolted. His eyes widened further and before she knew it, he jumped on his feet and dashed away, screaming all the way. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh…." His screams soon faded away.

Silence. Her wide eyes stared to where he had disappeared. He… "... He ran away."

If Bell had been there, he'd have passed out at her cute pout and flushed cheeks. Ais Wallenstein, she was called.

Yes, i'm keeping the beginning the same. Only thing, more modern-type XD Not sure how this is modern but I tried. Also, rating may or may not change ;) Do leave your thoughts on this, would really appreciate it XP