Ahahah well, this is my first fanfic, and writing in English class is definitely not my favorite pastime so I'm not at all confident about this. But, a strange urge to write a fanfic has just overcame me one day, and with enough convincing from GuSiRuLi (thanks for the support!) I was able to go through it. This is a SzMk fic (it's shonen-ai, so if you don't like, don't read!), with perhaps some other pairings. Ah, I'll apologize beforehand if my bad writing ends up scarring you!
Now that that's done, my fic takes place the first time Mikado sees Shizuo, but I'm using the manga version, so Kida's not with him. The interesting twist is, that Simon isn't there...
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! or it's characters, and I'm fine with that, I just hope I can read more about it from Narita's brilliant work.
"There are a few people that you should avoid at all costs"
These were the words of warning that my best friend had given, on the first day arriving to this town.
When I first came here, I found that I had immediately wanted to go home, despite convincing myself into taking the long trip to begin with (it seemed quite dangerous, especially with all those rumors about gangs flying around, my parents didn't approve of this journey as well...). But, it was really a relief seeing Masaomi again, he really looked different!...but his jokes were still as lame as ever. ...Eh? Oh no, it's not that I was upset that they were bad, it's just that- in a way, it was reassuring in a way that he didn't completely changed... while I haven't changed a bit...
Umm... to tell you the truth, despite the excitement of coming to a new place, it was pretty intimidating stepping out of the dark subway to find myself staring at the tall skyscrapers that seemed to stretch right into the sky. This new world that my friend had invited me to, was different, no- very different actually... from the hometown I grew up in.
People crowded the streets, noise blared from every direction, and brilliant lights lit up the night. It was definitely different, but was it the "different" I was looking for? Suddenly, as if the city itself seemed to respond, I saw "it" nearly run me over! - the urban legend- the Black Rider! It was there, I think, that I began to look forward what this city would offer me. "I finally found it!" I found myself telling myself, "my life away from the normality that I disliked so much!"
...Or so I thought. On the second day, Kida continued his tour around Ikebukuro, it was between our conversation on what was our next meal that the word sushi had kept coming up. It came to a point where I believed that Kida had developed a mad craving for sushi while we were separated over the years, before turning to find that the source of the words were from a very big man towering over us. It was my first meeting with one of the people Masaomi warned me about. Well, he looked dangerous... yet- the one who warned me about him was talking so casually with him. He was certainly different (Kida was always one to exaggerate things... in fact, I still find the description he gave Simon-san to be suspicious), but not the kind that I was searching for.
Somewhere inside myself, disappointment was starting to form.
It only grew when we saw another man from Kida's list of avoidance. Orihara Izaya-san looked normal. ...At least, he didn't seem threatening at all, he was even smiling and greeting us pleasantly. I started questioning on Kida's definition of "dangerous." After all, the only other person who we haven't met from his list was a man who's name didn't sound at all dangerous, Heiwajima Shizuo.* But this train of thought went into a completely stop when I saw Kida-kun's face. ...I've never seen his expression like that before, Kida Masaomi- my carefree friend, was wearing what seemed to be a look of desperation. The situation was so unlikely, that I wondered if I had seen it to begin with. Maybe I was just bringing my own hopes up, but if Izaya-san can get him to react like that...(wait! If he can get him to be like that, that can't be a good thing!)
Kida told me that the dangerous part about him, was that he was unstable, but with even that, it didn't seem enough for Kida to mark him as someone to stay away from. Even his "unstability" didn't seem to be that bad either ...though I questioned his idea of wearing a parka on such a warm day...
Day three was the day when I was proven just how wrong I was. Maybe it had to do with the strangeness of the day... (I even surprised myself when I volunteered to be school council president.) Or maybe it was some divine retribution for going against my better judgment to leave Masaomi's side to go exploring, while he was doing his favored pastime of hitting on girls (...or at least I assumed it to be his favorite, after all it the subject of girls always returned in our conversations) Or perhaps I should have noticed that some interesting things were going to happen when Izaya-san showed me his strange "hobby" of stomping on girls cellphones...which only seemed to last a minute.
What he said afterward only continued to puzzle me, "I've been looking for you"while smiling pleasantly, as if saying that was as common as any greeting. Maybe the weather was really as chilly as Izaya-san's jacket seemed to state but I felt a rather disturbing chill crawl up my spine. Before I began to question what he meant, something came out of nowhere and hit him...
Eh? I wasn't sure whether to believe my eyes, but it was none other than a trash bin!...yes, I know they are something common you see outside...but I'm pretty sure it's not as common to see them flying at someone... at such force too, judging from Izaya-san's expression. "Iiiiiizzaaaayyyaaaa- kunnnn," I turned around as the perpetrator revealed himself. Clad in a bartender suit, it was none other than the man who introduced himself as Heiwajima Shizuo. I mentally checked him off Kida-kun's list only to realize...yes, Sonohara-san and I were stuck in between two of the most dangerous people of Ikebukuro.
The man was just as Kida-kun said he was, dangerous. He picked up the abused trash bin only to throw it again with ease. Izaya-san dodged it just as easily... I was glad he wasn't hurt, but... I silently pleaded that he stopped building up the man's anger even further. Orihara-san didn't seem to hear my mental cries as he only continued on in his ramblings. Masaomi told me that Orihara-san was an intelligent man, but the man was obviously no psychic.
...It certainly didn't help as the tension grew along with their banter. I began to panic as it grew to the point that I felt bloodlust starting to surround us. I felt someone bump into me, snapping me out of my thoughts, apparently Sonohara-san had felt it too as she moved closer to me. I needed to find a way out as soon as possible, my eyes darted around desperately searching for a safe way to escape, when- "Ryuugamine-kun!"
I looked toward Sonohara-san to find her looking at something that was flying in the air...w-what is that? I had no chance to answer my own question as it came toward me, having missed it's initial target. Masaomi's words shot through my mind "If you ever come across them, don't hesitate to run." But I couldn't... whether I wanted to run or scream, I couldn't. I was stuck like a deer in headlights, so I did the only thing I could do... I closed my eyes shut and waited for the impact.
It came, and quickly. I felt as if I was tossed around before I found myself laying down flat on the concrete floor. At first, I felt nothing but dazed, but quickly the pain had started to set in... and it hurt...really badly... The silent scream that developed in my throat had already died but, I already felt tears welling in my eyes. My head was swimming, I couldn't think properly at all... I tried moving my hands to find they were difficult to move, having such a stiff feeling. If I had tried to get up, I would've find that my body completely paralyzed. I didn't know where the pain was coming from and what just happened to my body, but what I did know was that... for sure, I was trapped. I really wished that my classmate didn't have to see me crying like this... but I needed help, desperately.
Gathering whatever I had left of my strength and finding my voice, I turned to the blurry vision of Sonohara before I was able to feebly utter, "...Kida..." (If Kida heard me, he would probably scold me for having my last words be his name rather than a girl, but the truth is... in this new world, he was all I had...) Whether or not she was able to hear my message, Sonohara-san ran from the scene to get help...or at least I hope she did... I wouldn't blame her if she wanted to just run away.
...Despite a chance of help on the way, I couldn't hold on much longer. My distorted vision was growing darker and darker and I felt as if I was sinking into the floor as the tall buildings were closing in on me. Before I knew it, this world that I found myself in...was painted black.
*Heiwajima Shizuo (for those who don't know): translates into peaceful island serene man
huu~ I think I just killed my brain for writing so much in a long time.
Anyhoo, this makes my prologue, (it's really lengthy, sorry about that)
I hope I haven't bored you too much, if I haven't done so already, please read on. I'll try to get the next chapter done as soon as possible, while the idea is still stuck in my brain.
Ah yes, please don't flame unless you really, really have to, since I get discouraged rather easily.
