A/N- Hello there~! I've missed my pretty humans! I know what some of you who are familiar with my work are thinking, "UPDATE YOUR OTHER STORY!" I know, I know, I will! But I REALLY wanted to write this story, so I hope you all enjoy it anyhow.

Warnings- OC's, (mostly my own and her parents) angst, a child too smart for her own good…Yep that's about it. This is really just a prologue, kind of…

Disclaimer- I do NOT own Durarara! That belongs to Narita-san. Who plays really mean April Fool Jokes on Shizaya fans… jerk. (This disclaimer stands for the rest of the story)

Guys ready? Good, then let's dive into "Reality".

-Start Story-

She walked through the door of the dojo, wearing a huge smile the entire time.

It was time to see her Papa and Mama!

"I'm hooooome!" she announced, her voice booming, even though -as per usual- her parents were sitting across each other at the table.

"Well, hello, Mikomi-chan!" her Mama said as he rose up and scooped her in his arms, his headphones and Mp3 glowing a wide-ranged colors of pink.

Yes, you read right. He, her Mama was a boy, as well as her Papa.

But did Mikomi mind?

Not at all. She IS the creator of them.

The girl giggled as she was put down and went to her Papa, who was smoking his pipe, sitting Indian style. She gave him a hug, inhaling the smell of smoke from his blue and white kimono.

"How was your day?"

She was about to sit down, when Psyche spoke up.

"First she must change, Tsu-chan! She has been wearing that bland uniform allll daaaay!"

Tsugaru waved them off, his hand leading the direction of wear her clothes await.

Mikomi looked down to her uniform, it was pretty basic. A white blouse and a blue and black plaid skirt.

Psyche grabbed the girl's hand and rushed toward the room. Mikomi always loved her pretty dress. It was so different from her Mama's white and pink jacket. It was also different from her Papa's white and blue kimono. Her Mama always knew what to pick, because he knew his daughter very well, of course, imitating her favorite anime team's colors.

Pink, blue and orange. (1)

They went to the room and Psyche brought out the beautiful, frilly, orange dress.

Singing a note, the clothes instantly switched. Mikomi now wearing a bright dress, to complement her bright, ocean blue eyes, and an orange headband lay, tied around her long, sleek, black hair, creating a pony-tail, was giggling once again, out of pure happiness.

"So what's for dinner, Mama?" she asked happily.

"Why, your favorite! A sweet feast to match your sweet smile!" Psyche said, tickling her tummy.

While the happy family ate, Mikomi couldn't help but feel a bittersweet longing in her stomach. She never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave her home, which always made Papa and Mama sad.

"So, you never told us sweetie, how was your day?" Tsugaru's voice brought out her musings.

'For now', she thought in her head, 'for now, I'll have fun with Mama and Papa!'

"It was good! I got some more yen for information! I honestly wonder why people my age find who stole their pencil important! Really now! Just get another one! But I was able to get some yummy food for it! Today it was my turn serving food for lunch as well!" (2)

"Well, you're smarter than them. You're only ten, ya know? Plus you're observant, which is a really good thing." Her Papa said.

Psyche nodding his head in agreement, talked as well, "Yes, yes! Exactly! You're only ten, and already know so much!"

Mikomi looked down at the food as she thought, then spoke.

"I know. But, it isn't hard to tell if someone stole your pencil! They'll be all shifty-eyed, when you come near them; they try to hide the stolen item away from you, as if hiding some huge secret!"

Both her parents nodded.

"Yo! Wake up, brat!"

No!

"I guess, it's time for you to leave." Psyche said, sadly.

"N-no!" The orange filled girl grabbed her Papa and Mama and hugged them tightly, never wanting to leave.

"You want us to sing to you?"

"Braaaat! You gotta make us food!"

Tears filled up in Mikomi's eyes as she nodded.

Both began to sing, as the world started to fade black around her.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

You make me happy, when skies are grey.

You'll never know dear, how much we love you.

Please, don't take our sunshine away… (3)

The whole world faded black and Mikomi Ai opened her eyes to see her Mother staring angrily at her, eyes full of hate.

"Ohay-

"Save. It! Our breakfast isn't going to make itself! Hiyaku!"

Of course, our meant Mother and Father.

Mikomi got up, rolled up the mattress, and got to work. Thanking God in her mind that today is Friday.

Today was date night and the last day of school.

Date night is when Father and Mother go out; they dress up Mikomi, but leave her to wander around the city of Ikebukuro, alone. Not wanting to have a baby-sitter hired because it was "too much" and it was illegal to have a child under 16 by herself. But no one ever said about them around the city.

Mikomi knew she could handle herself, she knew her way around, and if anyone got suspicious, she always had a plan.

She made breakfast, and went to dress in her uniform. Her Mama was right, it was bland.

She did daily morning things. Cleaning dishes, bathroom, Father and Mother's room, her own room. And she grabbed her backpack, filled with papers and money (from her little info business) and was off.

*at school*

Mikomi walked up to her classmate, Kasai, and was holding her hand out.

"What?" Kasai said, annoyed.

"My money, I gave you your information, you got your dumb pencil back, now hand over 100 yen!"

"Fine," she grumbled, handing over some crumpled bills.

"Good doing business with you." Mikomi smirked, she could probably get a couple of chocolate bars today!

The school day went by quickly and Mikomi was glad. She enjoyed her time alone in Ikebukuro.

"Students, I have one more thing to tell you before you go and enter 6th grade. Next year is entrance exams, so study hard. Okay leave. Sayonara."

All students raised, bowed, and left. (4)

Mikomi rushed home, money still in her backpack. She was alone, again. But this was normal on Fridays, so she changed into a pretty black shirt she bought with a mini blue skirt, which she also bought.

Ever since the beginning of 5th grade, her Father said that she was old enough to get money on her own and could pay for her own things. That's where her business came to life!

She relished the silence, the defining, screaming silence in her house for the moment.

She walked out the door, and closed it.

*in the city*

Mikomi was walking through the city, and just came out of a sushi place, the man gave her a discount! How lucky she was! The man was very large, and spoke choppy Japanese.

What was his name again? Ah, right! Simon!

Mikomi was thinking about how she would earn money now. She was only ten! What job could she get? She could always ask the Sushi guy for a job, then she can eat free. But that would be too suspicious.

She didn't really love her Father and Mother, but they were all she REALLY had. They gave her a place to sleep and for free, sometimes!

While musing and crossing the street, she didn't notice the red STOP light.

She didn't notice the truck speeding towards her.

However…

She did notice she was lifted and was now in the air.

-end chapter-

A/N- *yawn* Soooo tired! But! I was very happy with how this turned out! Very Excited!

Can anyone guess which team I'm talking about?

In Japan, students take turns serving food.

Song is called "You are my Sunshine"

In Japan, when class ends, students will rise, bow (for respect) and then leave.

I HOPE YOU ENJOY! PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEEEEWWWW~!