"M-Mikado!" Anri, clutching her knees trying to catch her breath, screamed trying to catch up with him right before she fell facedown onto a puddle of her own blood.

Mikado's heart was pounding as he ran as fast as he could away from Anri. "How did this happen? How did we get here?" He thought to himself, still running with no intention of anywhere to go. "Why is this happening…?"

Shizuo had just been leaning against a pole in the Ikebukuro rain. It was around 12:00 at night. A damp cigarette hanging out of his mouth and his hair soaked, along with his clothes, His white-collard shirt slightly see-through. He took a deep sigh, looking around the ground around him, littered with stop signs, blood, teenagers, cars and metal scraps.

"I really don't like violence…"

At the moment an echo could be heard from a ways away, almost like the sound of a horse. It was Celty. She slowly rode through the part of the city that was littered with Shizuo's doings and then stopped at a smooth halt when she saw Shizuo.

The two stared at each other for almost a minute until Celty finally reached for her phone. As she pulled it out Shizuo looked up at the sky, washing the blood off his face. "I guess you're wondering what happened?" He smirked.

Celty nodded.

"Well…It all started like any other day…"

It was a regular morning. Erica and Walker were skipping along the sidewalks when they stopped to a halt, staring up at Simone.

"You try Russia sushi, yes?" Simone's grin to scare an infant to death.

"Thanks Simone," Erica grinned back, "But we're going off to get some new anime!"

"Yeah, a brand new anime just came out today, featuring moe girls and magical neko chicks! We need to get there before it's sold out!" Walker exclaimed.

"I don't think that will be a problem…come on you two." Kyohei gripped their shoulders and walked along with them.

All of the sudden a large unexpected boom emerged from the other side of the street, followed by the usual screams of Izaya's name by none other than the strongest man in Ikebukuro, Shizuo Heiwajima.

Emerging from the smoke and rubble with blood dripping from his forehead, Shizuo frowned, putting his sunglasses back on. "I really…don't like violence…".

At that moment, Izaya and his cat-like movements jumped from the cloud of smoke and with his knife, he cut a deep slash into Shizuo's arm.

Shizuo sighed and took his glasses off putting them into his vest pocket. "Man…I really liked this shirt…." He sighed, inspecting the cut. "I guess it's nothing Shinra can't fix."

Shizuo started to walk away when Izaya stood sadly. "What? bored with me already, Shizu-chan? I wanted to play some more…I barley even have a scratch…" Izaya frowned.

"Eh...I'm kind of tired, and I have to get this fixed up before it gets infected." Shizuo gave a toss of the hand and walked away.

Izaya stood, tears almost in his eyes. "Is…Is Shizuo tired with me?"