Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara! or it character. All original characters are of my own design and creation.

Author's Note: So I'm starting a new fanfic genre and expanding my ficcery horizons. Super excited! Since this is my first Durarara fic ever I would really appreciate any assistance or feedback on the story to let me know how the characters feel. I also like my reader's (if I have any) opinion. Okay! On with the show! Or rather fic...


"Ikebukuro, why the hell would you want to go there?"

"I don't know! I had a vision that our destiny is there onee-chan. Just trust me! My visions are never wrong! Promise we'll go there when we get out, ok. Promise!"

"Okay, okay! I promise we'll go to Ikebukuro when we get out."

"Yaaaaay! Onee-chan~! Onee-chan~!"

Nausika's eyes open slowly as the dream fades into the sound of the train clanging against the metal line. She had fallen asleep? That wasn't like her. She always had trouble sleeping in private, let alone public. Sleeping in public was homely and dangerous in her opinion. But then again, she doubted any real danger would befall her currently and when you haven't slept in days even the old, hard, plastic seat of a train car can be comforting.

:Ladies and gentlemen, we will be arriving in Ikebukuro shortly. Please collect your things and wait until the train comes to a complete stop before exiting. Again, we are arriving in Ikebukuro. Please collect your things and wait until the train comes to a complete stop before exiting.:

The crackled voice over the pager system brings Nausika quickly up to speed and fully awake. 'Here all ready? What time is it?' She thinks and rubs the heel of her hand into one eye as she looks at her watch with the other. Her teal eyes refocus on 18:36 and the blonde sneers before she flops back in the seat. 'Damn train! And here I thought I was early! Turns out I'm late!'

She doesn't let it bother her so much though. It's not worth getting mad over something she couldn't change. And what was she rushing to get to anyway.

The train stops at the station and the other passengers get off.

Nausika waits. She really isn't in a hurry and it's going to take her a minute to get her bags from up top. It's easier to do that when people aren't trying to get past. And she's really not in the mood to get jostled and accidently groped by the masses.

Once the crowd dies down, she gets up from her seat and pulls her bags from up top. Her long legs protest, first from being cramped in a small space for so long and then again from being weighted down with her luggage. Two canvas duffels and a shoulder bag aren't necessarily light, but it is considering it's all she has.

One bag on her back, another on her shoulder, and the final one in hand, the blonde twenty-four year old exits the train cab and then the station.

'So this is Ikebukuro hn? Doesn't seem so special to me.' Nausika thought with a slight frown.

It's loud and crowded and overly colorful. It reminds her of Shinjuku or Osaka or a thousand other places she didn't want to be. She wanted to the country or maybe even leave Japan all together. But she had made a promise to Chidori and she couldn't live with herself if she broke it and her sister would never forgive her. So, for now, she'd stay.

"Excuse me. Are you lost?" The blonde looks to her left at the younger, darker blonde haired boy in a white hoodie speaking to her in horrible English. His accent is almost too thick to understand what he's saying.

Nausika narrows her eyes at him slightly. He thinks she's a foreigner. She can't really be mad at him though. She knows she looks out of place with her blonde hair and purple highlights, blue-green eyes, and height that towers over typical Japanese women. She looks too much like her mother. But not enough to fit in amongst her mother's 'people' either. In the States she looks too Japanese.

"No, I'm not lost. I'm just trying to get my bearings." She tells him in Japanese. She speaks English too, but it's painfully obvious that it's his far second. Besides, she hadn't spoken Japanese in a while. She's missed her native tongue.

"Ah! So you speak Japanese! Sorry for thinking you're a tourist. A lot of pretty women stumble off the train lost and looking for directions." The boy tells her and Nausika arches a brow. Really? Was this kid, probably not even close to finishing high school, hitting on her? Really?

"Nope, just looking for a place to eat." She replies calmly, hands slipping into her front pockets. She hopes her tone and body language is enough for him to get the hint.

"Ah! Well if you're looking for a good place to eat, there's a great soba noddle place just a block down that way from here! I was gonna take my friend there as his first meal in Ikebukuro." The kid says and enthusiastically loops his arm around a shorter, black haired boy's neck.

"Masaomi, cut it out!" The other boy complains.

"Soba noodles, great." She replies tiredly. She not really in the mood for soba noodles. What she really is in the mood for is Mexican food. But she doubts anywhere in Ikebukuro has decent Mexican food and she really isn't in the mood to spend the night in a bathroom once she gets a hotel room for the evening. 'Soba noodles it is then.'

"Help my purse! Somebody that man has my purse!"

The kids turn to look down the street at where the screaming is coming from. But Nausika still looks bored as she surveys the city in front of her. 'I hate cities.'

The sea of people start to part in lieu of getting run over as snickering thug, probably not more than a late teenager, runs up the street while knocking people out of his way. He feels really proud of himself, clutching an old ladies handbag towards his chest.

As he gets closer to Masaomi and Mikado they step back like everyone else. Nausika just takes her hands out of her pockets and crosses them over her chest. 'Why me?'

Just as the thug is about to pass a hand snaps out, grabs him by the collar, and the momentum of his abrupt stop drops him to the ground. The punk blinks from his position on the ground, seeming confused as to how he ended up on his back so suddenly, before a boot heel smashes into his abdomen.

"Don't you know you're not supposed to take things that don't belong to you?" Nausika asks the screaming man as she grinds her heel into him like he really was the trash she thinks he is and picks up the fallen purse. "This really isn't your color anyway. Brown doesn't really go well with blue kid." She adds and picks her foot up and kicks him a little bit to send him on his way.

"Oh thank you! I can't believe you…" The woman trails off when she get a good look at her. There seems to be a flash of something across her eyes. Something that Nausika knows is scared.

"Don't mention it. You should hang on to your things better." The blonde tells her and hold out the purse to its owner.

The woman hesitantly reaches for it before snatching it quickly. She gives a very curt bow and scurries back off into the crowd. Nausika burrows her brows at her retreating form. She hadn't expected a reward or anything, but a better response would have been nice.

"It's your jacket." Nausika turns back to the blonde haired kid next to her and looks at him curiously, confused as to what her leather jacket has to do with anything. "It's yellow. She thinks you're a part of the yellow scarf color gang." Masaomi explains with a smile. "You should really think about wearing another color, now that you're here."

"Thanks," She replies and starts walking off in the direction of supposed soba noodles. She not in the mood to chit-chat with high schoolers anymore and she's not getting rid of her jacket just because some gang picked the color.

In the distance, Nausika swears she can hear a loud crash and bang of metal being scrapped and then the whinny of a horse up the street. 'I hate this place already.'


So that is the very first chapter! Please tell me what you think so far. I know it's early but any and all feedback on this new adventure would be greatly appreciated!

Thank you for reading!

Also, yes, Nausika is pronounced like 'Nausika of the Valley of the Winds' and yes I know that's not how it's spelled (that spelling is Greek)