It was just another night on the streets of Ikebukuro. A man in a bartender uniform was angrily prowling, looking for his mortal enemy. A strange foreigner with a Russian accent lured customers in to a restaurant for sushi. A girl with an ancient Japanese sword wandered, lonely and aimless. And in the back of a van with a picture of an anime girl on the side door, two hardcore otakus argued over the best way to raise a Pokémon.

"NO Yuumachi! You do NOT HAVE to stat train!"

"Wrong again, Karisawa-san! How do you ever expect to beat me when you merely level train?"

"I'll beat you any damn way I want, Yuumachi! And you know my Samurott is totally awesome."

"Level 60 with mediocre stats. Pathetic. My team is FAR superior! I EV train, and select only the STRONGEST types. That makes you WEAK."

He spoke these last words so cockily that something inside Erika snapped.

"I've trained for 3 GOD DAMNED MONTHS Yuumachi, for OVER 70 HOURS. I think I'm pretty damn strong."

"Well then, I'd like to see you TRY to beat me."

"FINE. I will SHOW YOU that I am NOT WEAK."

So, at that moment, the two otakus launched into a frenzied Pokémon battle for ultimate glory. It started out well enough, but ended in a dramatic downfall.

"Go Samurott! Prove to Yuumachi how epic we are!"

"Go Snivy. Show Karisawa-san just how wrong she is about her PRECIOUS Pokémon!"

"Snivy? Wait WHAT? Level 100? On a SNIVY?"

"That's RIGHT Karisawa-san! My good friend helped me hack the game so that I don't HAVE to do training OF ANY KIND!"

"DAMN YOU YUUMACHI! You better tell me which FRIEND this was or I swear to GOD I will…"

"Shizuo."

"Wha-"

"That's right, Karisawa-san! Shizuo learned from Izaya who learned from Celty who learned from Shinra…"

"I don't care WHO learned WHAT from WHEREEVERTHEFUCK! That's cheating!"

"Erika, come, come. Rules don't matter. Winning does. ~"

"Who are you, Charlie Sheen?"

"Oh no. Simply an otaku who appreciates hackers."

"Grrr…"

"Snivy, Leaf Tornado."

"Wait NOOO!"

And with this one move, Erika's Samurott was taken out. The same went for her Stoutland, Liepard, Simisear, Zebstrika, and Gothitelle. Her months of training and countless hours all adding up to nothing in the face of her eternal rival and best friend. So to vent her frustrations, she took his 3DS and threw it out the window.

"ERIKA! WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

"Winning. My own way."

"I JUST SPENT 300 DOLLARS ON THAT THING AND YOU FLING IT THROUGH A WINDOW?"

"Yes. Because I can. ~"

Up in the front seats Saburo and Kyohei had been listening as they always do to the constant insanity located just inches behind their heads. At this latest development the two merely exchanged a bored glance. They had heard and seen just about anything the two hyper demon otakus could do, so it did not come as much of a shock. Saburo said but one thing on the matter:

"Erika, don't throw things past me out the window. It could hit me or God-forbid Celty if she was riding past."

"K! ~"

"Thank you. Crashing or getting hacked to pieces by an angry dullahan do not appeal to me."

Walker then interjected, "SHE THREW MY 3DS OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW!"

Suddenly, the cry of a horse broke through the night. A woman on a black motorcycle with a cat ear helmet pulled up next to the van. She tossed a 3DS through the window to Walker and held up a typed message on her cell phone that read "Lose something?" Walker replied with an abundance of thank you's to Celty, and was silenced by her holding up a hand. It was just another part of her job as the friendly legend that cruised the streets at night, silently connected to a network of people who had more in common than they thought. Including a pair of very stupid but lovable baka otakus.