I really shouldn't be doing another story, but this has been stuck in my head for A LONG TIME. So...don't hate me, but it involves an OC entering into the world of Drrrr! Please give it a chance if you want, but this is mostly for my peace of mind.
I wanted to mimic the Drrrr!'s style of story-telling, but it's rather pathetic compared to it, so sorry for this crappy, choppy style. I tried my best. Anyway, hope you enjoy.
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Prologue
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This is Ikebukuro.
This is a place filled with many secrets and happiness, a place full of colorful characters.
There's that large foreign man passing out flyers with a smile kinder than a monk's, yet everyone ignores him and his attempt to make people happy. Then there's the people that pass by him that actually give him the time of day.
A blond man in a bartender outfit is walking along side a darker skinned man with a level of calm the former doesn't seem to have. They both wave at the large flyer man and he greets them back with a wider smile.
Just creeping right behind those two men walks another one that seems up to no good. His deviant smile on those handsome, but mischief, features causes many to look at him with distrust. He doesn't mind it, since he loves his dear humans. The flyer man spoke to the mischief one in a language not known to many people bustling in the streets. They share friendly waves, though the native one seemed half-hearted as he did so, and parted ways.
A taller man with a hood hiding his handsome hair walks just by the untruthful one, telling him to shut up once he heard the words, "Hey, Dota-chin." He clucks his tongue at the other man and continues to his destination. His wise eyes glance at the flyer man.
"Sup, Simon," he says. He smiles as Simon spoke to him in a way that makes him genuinely laugh. He waves over his shoulder once his large friend was out of his sight. His other destination is not far where the Russia Sushi restaurant is and silently anticipates joining the group of friends he loves.
Then walking around a corner is one high school student with a wide, excited grin. His dyed blond hair bounces in rhythm with his movements as he quickly makes his way towards the subway station. He seems happy, and if you were to ask him why, he would say something along the lines of, "There are a couple of hot chicks just waiting to be hit on by a guy like me! Gotta run!"
But the truth is, his childhood friend is coming and his presence makes him feel at peace, something he hasn't felt in a long time.
The blond fifteen year old greets and waves at Simon then runs off towards where his friend was supposed to be dropped off.
This is Ikebukuro.
Many know the darkness that lurks in the shadows of this city. They are people with secrets, they are people who know pain, and the underground of Bukuro is where all the dangers lurk from.
There are two people who have experienced and done all sorts of things for the underground world. You may not know it just by looking at them. Those two right there, walking into a manga store talking animatedly. They are funny and dependable, but they have done things best left unspoken about. The girl, despite her chirpy, happy voice, has been through pain worse than your average person. Her companion, the quirky guy with a weird fetish for the "little sister character" continues to dabble in his past with his friend. They know how to kill. They know how to torture.
They are happy people, but do not overlook them just because of their weird personalities: they are not to be trifled with.
There are others working for the underground, like the doctor in the top floor of an apartment building. He looks down at the city as his glasses glare up from the lighting below. A small, happy grin is placed on his face as he thinks about his little fairy coming home, if not for a little while.
Then there are the normal people, the "tourists". They know nothing of the other side and wish to be ignorant of all the horrendous things happening right under their nose if they have any say in it.
Some don't have a choice.
That girl right there, walking past the crowd of people with a stoic expression. Her dead-like eyes, focusing on nothing as she makes her way to where her friend said to meet up, hide what she really feels deep inside. Fear.
Many will not notice this cute girl with the cute pigtails and a dead face. Some will. They will take wonder of her mysterious presence and silently question where she's going, but five minutes later…they will forget her and never know what will happen.
They will go on with their lives not knowing that she had been one of those people that had wanted a life without secrets, or anger, or pain. No one else, besides herself, will know what she wants to do with her "life".
All but two.
That deviant man from earlier is the reason for her grief. He played and manipulated her to his satisfaction just because he felt like it. He will rile her up. Make her thoughts worse than before, and he will give her that final push. But that's only because he is an informant, and it's his job to know the humans he loves.
But the other one.
No one knows who she is, not even that cruel informant.
Long, black hair is in a messy tangle from all the dirt, grease, and dirty water plastered on it. Her pale skin is smeared and stained with blood and dirt, her cut up outfit as well. Dull brown eyes sway back and forth between the people rushing her in front of her and the sushi restaurant just across the street. Not many take notice to her. To them, she is just another illegal alien lost on the streets.
The girl is terrified. Heart pounding against her chest like a hammer, palms sweaty as she laid on the dirty ground, her mouth is kept ajar from the silent scream she is repressing. No one knows, and no one cares, and that is fine.
This is Ikebukuro.
Despite the population, and the people, there are many magical occurrences all happening at once.
There is a Dullahan drifting with her steed along the sleek road so she could go home, not knowing that she will leave once again for an assignment.
A lonely, beautiful head floats in a tube but it is not disturbing to observe, on the contrary, looking at it…it seems complete.
An aloof girl curls into a ball as her companion whispers its gory love for humanity in her head.
That one terrified girl wishes everything she is seeing is all in her stupid, imaginative brain of hers.
And this is where the story begins.
The Russian man continues to hand out flyers with a friendly smile that many seem to miss.
The bartender and his friend have reached their destination for a debt collection.
The guy constantly hiding his hair is out with his friends, laughing and smiling.
The clandestine informant is waiting patiently for his victim to be swallowed whole.
The young boy has reunited with his shy friend.
A few miles away, two people can be seen talking, one with a cheeky grin, and the other headless, but real.
The aloof girl looks out her window and conjures up a fake reality.
The mysterious cute girl with the cute pigtails grows more nervous as she reaches her destination, denying how much she did not want to die.
The beautiful head is still floating around the water-filled tube, eyes closed as if she is alive, breathing and asleep.
And the confused and terrified woman on the streets?
The girl knows where she is and what is to come. She knows these people inside out. She loves them with all her heart, yet…she is terrified. Her heart has accepted this fact, but not her mind. The logical part of her head is begging for her to see reality. This is all just one screwed up mirage her brain made up because she does not know how to cope with her current situation, but she knows that isn't true.
What will happen to her, she wonders. How will she get home?
She thinks back what home, and soon her brown eyes closes, blacking out the beautiful night filled with people who took no notice of the fainting girl.
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