Author's Note:
Indeed, leaving me in my rural hometown with weird weather and nothing to watch but Durarara! has some hazardous effects. This is my first (published) fic in a while, and my first Durarara fic as well. (It's also my first non-Ace Attorney one, but that's irrelevant)
I hope my first year of High School actually taught me something. -Kurohou
P.S. PERSONA 4 ENDGAME SPOILERS AND DURARARA ANIME SPOILERS~ BE WARNED!
In Inaba, the smell of rain becomes the smell of everything. It mixes into our lives, and becomes important to everyone. The rain has even shaped the town itself.
Flood plains, crops, merchandising and the clothes sold at retail stores.
It's the simplisitc country life here, ever-present wherever you go.
And I'm sick of it.
I'm sick of the people, I'm sick of the place. I'm really just sick of everything.
Nothing good ever goes on here, and there is never any action. Just useless soap opera style drama between the teenagers at Yasogami high or the housewives at the local market. It's pathetic. It's boring. Nothing I do can change the bland lifestyle in the town that is Inaba.
You could say Namatame was a waste of time, and that I quickly lost interest in that one kid. I mean, he was the one who dumped Namatame into a television. Not exactly an act to look up to, but I would have done that myself.
Though I guess it does feel kind of good to see Dojima in pain. There is just one thing missing, though. I don't know what it is.
It's 5 AM. We've been investigating on some stupid murder for hours, to no avail. I hand the depressed detective his 6th cup of coffee. He complains that it's not hot enough, but gulps it down regardless.
Is this what "losing a loved one" is like? How pathetic.
He tosses it at a garbage bin and ends up hitting a cat instead.
Was he even aiming?
8 AM. The hours we've spent are leaving their marks under my eyes. I yawn as I finish my breakfast - a small pack of crackers. Dojima downs his 10th cup.
Makes me wish I brought poison with me to just end this.
There are still no leads here.
Why are we still searching?
What exactly are we looking for?
I know what I'm looking for: Opportunities. But we don't have those in Inaba.
Dojima complains about us not having forensic tools like Aluminum Fingerprint Powder or Luminol and stuff. I don't really care. I'm that guy staring at the chalk outline of the body and thinking "Hey. We won't find anything related to this case, okay, old man?"
I wouldn't exactly call this irony, but the cat that Dojima hit a few hours ago passed by at that very moment, and smudged the chalk outline a bit when I shooed it away.
It dropped something on the ground, too. An ID, blood splattered on it.
I pick it up, disgusted a bit, and approach the man who was now finishing his 11th cup.
"Detective Dojima, I think I found something! Maybe we could have forensics run a test to see if the blood matches the victim's..."
By forensics, I mean that filthy rich detective kid with the hots for Dojima's nephew. Remember, this is Inaba. There is nothing good in Inaba.
Dojima snatches the ID and examines it, clearly he didn't listen to what I just said. I'm sure he was thinking the same thing, anyway, and wouldn't like to acknowledge that I was an equal (if not smarter) human being.
"...If anything's certain, this isn't the victim's ID."
I glance over Dojima's shoulder to get a glimpse at what the ID says. There's a picture of a blond kid, grinning stupidly.
"Kida Masaomi...? Raira Academy...Ikebukuro?"
Remember how I said there are no Opportunities in Inaba? Maybe I'm a bit wrong. Just a bit.
But I'm pretty sure there are a lot in Ikebukuro.
I cross my fingers and hope this piece of evidence is relevant to the case.
