Welcome to chapter 1 of my story, so this goes in along with a story my sister is writing called Enjoy the Silence. Mine focuses on the younger generation in the story of Durarara. Anyway thanks for reading, hopefully my writing style will improve as the story goes on, please review and follow I should be making updates every week or so. :)
Today had been the first day of class at Riaka Academy and I had been so proud to wear the school uniform. I pulled it off sadly and reached for the clothes I hoped I would never have to wear again. "Vienna, I am Vienna. One of the toughest people on the streets of Bukuro." I pulled on my black and gray shirt, and the black pants that had tons of secret pockets. I slowly pulled out my knives from the drawer in my desk, I had taken care of those because I thought I might need them for self defense. I looked in the mirror after slipping the knives in their proper places, still not done, I pulled my hair out of it's neat half back and let the blonde strands fall in a tangled mess around my face. Finally I lined my eyes heavily in black and covered my blond lashes in thick black mascara making my blue eyes look slightly gray, the mask I wore when out on the streets after the disbanding of the Yellow Scarves would draw too much attention so I left it in my closet. Hopefully it has been long enough, and I won't be recognized.
It was my first time back on the streets in six months, any information gathered had been sent to my over the phone and then the money wired to the informant. Masaomi and I were determined to have a normal high school life, and even with Izaya back in Bukuro I was going to make sure at least Masaomi got that. Izaya Orihara had come back to town yesterday and I needed to know why, I felt like I was betraying Masaomi just opening the door and going outside like that but this was for his safety just as much as it was mine.
Even having been out of the game for a while, it felt natural to walk through back alleys and keeping an eye on everything around me. I hadn't been to the meeting place in a while, but my feet knew the way as if I had only been there yesterday. "Ameko," Tamaki said when he saw me walk over, "I almost thought you weren't coming."
He had just graduated from high school, and he had been my main informer since he was in Jr. High. "I told you I would be here," I reminded him. He was taller than me and intimidating, but I would never give him the pleasure of knowing that, his hair was dark and so were his eyes. He looked like he could gut someone and feel no remorse for it, and he probably could, but I was used to working with the most unsavory people in the city. "I need to know everything about Izaya Orihara's return."
I had other sources that would be more reliable but they were too close to him and I didn't want to draw his attention. "That will cost you quite a lot," Tamaki told her.
"Information always does, especially when you're avoiding getting it from Izaya." I said flatly. I leaned on a wall close to me and waited for him to decided to give me my information.
"Looks like you're getting soft," he said as his eyes looked me over from head to toe, my eye twitched and I could feel a blush warming my face, "Have you gained weight?" He asked smiling cheerfully.
"I told you I'm off the streets, of course I gained a little weight, I'm a teenage girl after all." anger made my words clipped and cold.
"Of course, but who would believe you could ever get off the streets, Ameko?" He asked shrugging like he was confused.
"I told you, call me Vienna. Ameko died a year ago." I hadn't even used that name since I was in the yellow scarves with Masaomi.
"Of course, how could I forget you don't want your boyfriend to know about your messed up past." I was getting tired of this, Tamaki had problems respecting me before and now it was much worse.
"If you don't have anything then fine, I'll just leave." I turned to go.
"What if I have information on the yellow scarves?" His words stopped me in my tracks.
"The yellow scarves are dead, I made sure of that. No one would defy the orders Masaomi and I gave, and I took care of those too stupid to realize the yellow scarves were dead in the months right after. They haven't existed at all in at least six months." I was sure that they were over with, thats why I stayed off the streets for the last six months, I was hoping everyone would think I died.
"They're back." He told me, I turned to look at him again.
"The yellow scarves can't be back," I insisted, "Unless you have information on Izaya Orihara we are done." Before I could leave though a pair of arms circled around me pinning my arms to my sides.
"Out of practice as well, just as I thought." Tamaki's smile disgusted me. "There is still a large bounty on your head, and I mean to collect it."
I tried reaching one of my knives but I couldn't move enough to get it out of its spot. "Six months means a lot on the streets Vienna, you should have known that." He was gloating now thinking that there was nothing I could do to him.
How had I let it get this bad? I wondered thinking back through my day. I should have known when my day started as badly as it did.
The alarm went off giving me plenty of time to get ready for my first day of school. After the alarm was off I noticed that I had a text message, looking at it almost made me drop my phone. I'm back in town! Can't wait to see you Vienna. How is Masaomi doing? Give him my best, I'll be seeing you both soon~ Izaya Orihara, the number was different than the one she remembered but there was no mistaking it was him.
After that I got ready for school quickly hoping I could catch Masaomi before class started. We were in the same class luckily, I know of a way to make it happen for sure but I hadn't used it since I was trying to keep clean.
I knocked on his door and waited impatiently for him to answer, "He answered with his toothbrush in his mouth, "What's up. . . Kitomi?" He sometimes still stumbled over my name since he had called me by so many different ones.
"He's back Masaomi," I told him frantically, "Izaya Orihara is back in Bukuro." He had me come in while he finished getting ready for school.
"There is nothing we can do about that, all we can do is avoid him. Don't let it freak you out so much." He patted the top of my head, "it doesn't matter to use, we have nothing to do with that world anymore. Don't be so paranoid ok?" His smile made me feel better, but there was a nagging at the back of my mind telling me I needed to worry.
He finished getting ready fast and we made our way to school, on the way we picked up his childhood friend Mikado Ryugamine. "Nice to meet you, I'm Kitomi Laurett, Masaomi told me quite a bit about you." Mikado was a nice looking guy who seemed to be afraid of the world around him.
"Really, there isn't that much to tell," He had said embarrassed. "He hasn't told me a lot about you but I do know a little." He looked hopeful and I could tell we would get along well. I let myself believe that Masaomi was right that we could still have a peaceful high school life but I wanted to be sure his plans had nothing to do with us so during school I contacted Tamaki and he had demanded meeting in person. I had been so desperate for information I hadn't even thought twice about it.
So stupid! I cursed myself pulling back to reality. "Who would still have a bounty on my head?" I demanded.
"Who indeed?" Tamaki asked back in an annoying tone. "I guess you'll find out when you get there, they want you alive." He said somewhat irritably. Who would want me alive?
"I'm just a simple high school student why on earth. . . " I cut off as a black van pulled into the alley and a tall man with glasses got out. "You again. This is the fourth time you've tried to kidnap me." I said tiredly.
"Remember you're being paid to take her to the client, not to your normal drop off place," Tamaki told him.
"Of course we know, you don't have to worry we will get her there just like we promised." He assured Tamaki. I had enough of this, I slammed my heel down onto the foot of the man holding me, he didn't let go but the grip loosened enough that I could pull out a knife. I stabbed him in the arm with it and he let go.
I immediately started running, Tamaki was right, I was out of shape and right now I was no match for the four who weren't injured. They would be looking for my normal disguise as a tourist so I went straight home avoiding back alleys and following the flow of people on the streets hoping that they didn't notice me. I popped some peanut butter M&M's in my mouth, If you're not careful you'll pass out from low blood sugar. It wouldn't be the first time I had passed out, but it would be more dangerous now.
After I got back home I wiped the makeup off my face and pulled off the street clothing. It's best to just go to the source of the problem anyway, I pulled my school uniform back on and walked out with confidence, a life on the streets had taught me you could do anything so long as you acted like you knew what you were doing. I made my way quickly to Izaya's office, which also happened to be where he lived.
"Ah, Vienna. I was expecting you." He gestured for me to come in. Izaya Orihara was twenty-three now but he still looked like a teenager. "I expected you a little earlier, you're losing your touch." He sighed melodramatically.
"That isn't important since I am getting off the streets, and I'm not Vienna any more, I haven't been her in years now." I declared flopping down on his couch.
"Oh, and who are you now?" he asked a laugh playing into his words, he wouldn't laugh out right at her.
I smiled slowly, "You know that hasn't changed, I'm Kitomi Laurett the honor student." I happily fingered the sleeve of my jacket proudly.
"Of course how silly of me," he sat down in his chair behind his desk, "So did you enjoy my present?" He asked looking carefully at my face.
"No, like I said, I'm off the streets. I just came here to let you know that Masaomi and I won't be pawns for you anymore, we are going to enjoy a peaceful high school life, so leave him alone."
I got up to leave but he spoke again before I could stand up, "How scary~" he said sarcastically, "Is your French any better now now?"
"Oui, c'est merveilleux, mais je ne l'utilise pas beaucoup plus."
"I see, that's wonderful. Then again you were always a fast learner." He spun in circles in his chair, "So, what are you going to do about the Yellow Scarves." He asked right as I was about to leave.
I swallowed hard, "Nothing, they don't have anything to do with me anymore. The old yellow scarves was completely dead, this new one has nothing to do with me or Masaomi. The only thing I am worried about now is keeping in the top ten students in my grade."
"Really?" He asked as if he didn't believe a word of what I said.
"Yes really. I hope we don't see each other again, but tell Tatsuko I miss her and if she can ever get away from you I would be happy to catch up with her." I got up and stretched ready to leave then I remembered something else, "Oh and stop sending those three creeps in the black van after me, I may be out of practice but I could still beat those losers."
"Of course," he said calmly, "Good luck keeping off the streets this time, I'm sure your parents would be happy to know that you're off the streets."
"What parents?" I asked irritably, "I don't have a family." I turned my back and started walking towards the door.
"I remember a time when you called Celty your mom, and Shizuo your dad. I;m sure they would be sad to hear you say that you have no parents, especially now that you look so healthy" I looked down at myself, am I getting fat? he was the second person to comment on my weight that day. I was done playing his games, I needed to get more sugar in my system, my head was starting to hurt.
I popped some more M&M's in my mouth, "I don't think they'd care too much, but that's not really your problem, it's mine."
"Of course," he said noncommittally, "I really just wanted to remind you that I control the information in this town. I hope you have a wonderful, normal high school life."
"I don't need any information since I'm not on the streets, and of course I will." I smiled happily at him and left. I will get a normal high school life, I declared to myself, but I didn't even believe it when I said it to myself.
. . .
The second day of school passed by in an uneventful blur and at the end of class all Masaomi wanted to do was go pick up chicks so I went home claiming the need to study. Once I got home I pulled my knives back out and started throwing them, my aim wasn't bad, granted it wasn't as good as it used to be but that wasn't important. I then did a bit of a workout, I'm not getting fat, I kept telling myself. I've just lost muscle tone and I can get that back!
It was starting to get dark when I got a text from Masaomi telling me about his run in with Izaya Orihara. Can we really stay out of all of this? I wondered not for the first time since I got the text from Izaya yesterday. I had never dreamed that Izaya would come back to Bukuro, but I realized I should have known all along that he would come back.