Okay, I have been thinking about my non-yaoi readers which include my siblings… and so I will be launching a non-yaoi story for the benefit of ShinCel fans! Welcome to The Time Traveler and no, there's no time-traveling machine in here. It is a story of a man who has abandoned everything years ago and now, all he wants to do is to have them all back. Since things have already changed and hearts broke and got tired, the man has to go through hell to get the woman he cherished the most back.
This is creepily OOC so don't go ranting about the obsessed doctor, okay? And their jobs are not pretty the same as the light novels— except for some that I can somehow retain. I will have to lessen activity for my OTP since I have to break it in here. This is ShinCel— meaning Shinra x Celty— so don't go looking for loud Shizaya, okay? There are also hints of other pairings but I will and I will concentrate on ShinCel. A bit Durarara-ish for the involvement of underground activities… yet in a different way. V_V
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! Only the story flow. ^^ Other references are used but not from stories of other Fanfiction-dot-net authors.
Warnings: OOC. Sensual themes and strong language. And yes, this is Romance/Drama with other added things.
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The Time Traveler
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Summary: Ten years have passed ever since Shinra Kishitani has left Ikebukuro to pursue his father's biddings. Things have changed and even a certain woman's heart got tired of waiting. Will he be able to turn everything back like what it used to be— not to mention, to return a love that ceased to exist?
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The Time Traveler
All I ever wanted is to turn back the hands of time…
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If only I could turn back the hands of time… I would—
Those are the words of the regretful. They always get depressed over matters that they cannot change anymore. Once it's done, it can never be changed… like spoken words that cannot be recalled. Things go that way… and time will not allow anyone to destroy that iron-clad rule. Some things need reconsiderations and repeated pondering…
However, time does not wait for you, either.
It will forever go on like it has always have and it's all up to you if you want it to leave you behind. No one gets passed time… but time can get passed over anything. Be it the simplest bickering to the ultimate breaking of hearts. A human's heart eventually grows tired and once it did, strong sparks are needed to re-invigorate it.
And that… is my biggest problem.
It has been ten years since I broke my most beloved's heart and left without anything else in mind but my father's bidding. Even everyone that matters were left behind due to my own selfishness. And now, due to my selfishness again… I want it all back.
Even though I have been away from Ikebukuro, I have spared some connections that have grown weary and old as time goes by. Time does cut everything if you cannot even attend to it. Yet they do say human hearts have the strongest connections… I wonder if they apply to me, too. My friends before would probably just acquaintances to me by now and some might not even recognize me anymore.
But I will do my best to have them all back— or just my most beloved woman the least. If I have her again, I can be really happy even if all of my friends have ditched me.
Celty… she used to be everything— until my stupid father cut in. And now, that truth comes into play again. She is a goddess that I have been worshipping long ago and coming back to her is the last thing I want to fail in. She must be living happily with someone, you say? Well, I don't really care… I'm selfish, remember?
Now that I have stepped on Ikebukuro again, I will certainly find her. And taking her back is my biggest conquest!
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The Time Traveler
Rei Haruno— Sakura no Imooto
Chapter 1: From the Future
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A man in a brown trench coat walks out of the Ikebukuro-bound train station and then he looks around the never-changing place. Nostalgia builds up within his chest and then he decides to take the first step in attaining his newly set goals.
It has been years since he has last walked the streets of Ikebukuro. Though the place seems to be the same, the faces he sees are all foreign and no one has ever reminded him about the past— aside from the place itself. Even people standing behind counters and around the streets are different.
He then remembers something and draws out a piece of paper from his coat's pocket. The small piece is extremely folded that it sure has made the paper old despite the acquisition minutes ago. It seems to be an address of a place he needs for now… as for starters in finding his lost love. He then crumples it and pockets the trash anyway. The man then trudges towards a direction where the office might be.
After some long minutes of getting familiarized with the town again, the man reaches the place that the paper seems to tell him about. The hallway is clean and kept free from any unnecessary posters. The piece of paper has led him to a detective agency… a place that is quite familiar to most people who keep on losing and finding items. He duly recalls the signboard outside the building… talking about the agency.
'Kami no Tantei Dairiten (God's Detective Agency)'… quite ambitious if you ask the man.
However, the man knows the detective running his own private agency personally… well, ten years back. Det. Izaya Orihara is indeed ambitious and desirous in becoming 'God'… even just to the people of Ikebukuro. Years have passed and yet he still has this serious notion of his childish dream. Izaya is never a mature person after all… he loves to play games and then whines if he gets ditched by success. Though he does not whine denotatively, he whines in a more destructive way.
Alongside him is always the woman named Namie Yagiri. No, she isn't the woman behind every success Izaya makes. There's no woman behind that man… but you can count on her as his wingman or right hand. She seems to be so mysterious that all you can see her do is everything Izaya asks of her with her blank facial expression. No one has ever seen her bright or even smiling side… or maybe no one that the man in a trench coat knows of.
The man walks to the door and then he hears a rattle's sound and some hushing for a crying baby. Soon, the cries subside and then the man opens the door to meet the detective and his secretary. His dark eyes then settle at the woman who is lulling a baby in her arms whilst standing before a drawer where the empty milk bottle is resting.
"Welcome, you're just in time. We don't have any customers." The woman greets the man in a trench coat and then he takes off the coat to hang it at the stand. The dark-haired man then walks to her and takes a look on the baby…
"She doesn't look like any of you."
The woman then stares at him— as well as the man busy reading requests behind the desk which bears a plaque for his precious name. The looks on their faces are priceless… well, to the man who just arrived. The brunet smiles in his sudden mischief and then the woman whispers, "I will never sleep with Izaya, you fool."
"She doesn't want to." The man behind the desk chuckles as he puts down the requests piling on his desk. Izaya then stands up and offers the seat before the table to the newcomer, "Welcome to my detective agency, do you like it?" The man smiles as he takes the seat, "You are very particular about designs, aren't you? This place looks more than a run-down detective agency." The detective chuckles, "This isn't run-down. Do you see these papers? They are all requests and I have to deal with all of them without any fail."
He then gestures to the baby at the woman's arms, "That's the baby we rescued from illegal baby sellers. Her mother came here and hired me to find her. And that mother hasn't arrived yet today… I did tell her that I have Miyu-chan now."
"I never thought you would ever rescue a child, Izaya." The man speaks in awe but then the detective destroys the notion with a smug grin, "I do everything for money, fame and reputation. It's not like I care because it's a baby or something." "…And I was thinking that you have finally grown a heart. You have been acting really cozy without real concern from the start anyway." "That's really fluttering."
"Yeah, let's get down to business." The man smiles again with his normal ridicule-provoking grin, "I hope my email has reached you." "Ah, of course, of course. To be honest, I don't really need to find her that much… she's still here in Ikebukuro anyway. And to add up, she's working under me. Actually, she is one of my hands and Namie over there is my mouth. Some other girls work as my eyes, nose, ears and— other hands." "I see you're running quite a sorority." "But I do wonder…" The man looks at the detective seriously as the man behind the desk gives him a bitter grin…
"Is Celty going to accept you in her life again, Shinra Kishitani?"
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The lights refuse to turn on though the woman flips the switch on and off multiple times. The lights on the hallway are busted yet again and it seems that the man she visits does not do anything about it. Her fatuous landlord seems to be sleeping off the whole morning of his day-off. She walks along the dark hallways and feels as if someone is watching her. She then reaches for a gun hidden beneath her knee-length skirt…
"…Who's there?" Her serious voice echoes around and then a soft gasp comes as a response. A rifle snout peeks from a corner and someone calls out, "Visitor identified as Celty Sturluson. Please negate the option of shooting." The woman named Celty Sturluson twitches and then she slouches in sudden relief, "Oh, it's just Vorona-san." The semi-blonde Irish woman holsters her gun again, "What happened to the lights, Vorona-san?"
It seems that the woman that has been watching her is Vorona Douglanikov, the woman who has close ties with her landlord. The Russian national refers to her landlord as Sempai for reasons unknown to the Irish national. Vorona is one of the agents Izaya hires to get his requests done. She seems to be a very expensive one since her missions are all confidential.
On the other hand, Celty Sturluson is also one of Izaya Orihara's agents yet the one who usually gets the easy jobs done— mostly ones that does not involve any specialty from the other agents. However, delivery missions are her forte and she only has five-percent marginal error— all of his agents are in that level. And for the woman Shinra Kishitani is looking for… it is yet to find out if she is still the same woman that she used to be.
"I do not know. Sempai must have a disconnection notice weeks ago." "Uhm, the whole building must have been affected if it's a disconnection." The woman who has shoulder-length blonde hair comes out of the corner— in an apron, "The lights died approximately one minute before your arrival." Celty hums and then she looks around, "Something must have broken down at the basement. Is Shizuo already awake?"
"Sempai has not come home yet. His location subsequent to his working hours is still unknown to me."
The semi-blonde girl hums yet again and then she smiles at the one with a blank expression comparable to the detective's secretary, "Okay, I'll just drop by later. Tell him I was here when he comes home." Instead of affirming, the other woman just lowers her high-caliber gun, "May I ask, Celty-san? Why are you rendezvousing with Sempai in such… provocative outfit?"
"Provocative?" Celty looks down at her baby pink pleated skirt and white tank Top— adorned by gold-hued beads, "There's nothing provocative with my clothes." "Skirts." "Oh… but it is not that short." The Irish then cackles somehow, "You must be not used to seeing me dress up like this. Me either. Izaya called earlier and he said I will be meeting up with Saki-san for the next assignment. The rendezvous is a bit chichi so…" The woman blushes with a wry grin, "Shizuo must have made fun of me when he sees me in these. I look ridiculous, don't I?"
"…Fashion critic within not found. I am advising Celty-san to ask someone else."
"Figures." The woman then leaves the place, "I better get going." She descends the stairs immediately at the right of the door leading to the interior of her landlord's whole-floor unit. She then gets to the underground parking lot and gets in a car that Izaya has let her use for personal purposes— her motorbike is used for the professional purposes. She then sighs and twitches, "Right, I won't be able to sneak in a gun inside a social party. I should bring something else…"
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The day has gone on with Shinra Kishitani wasted from playing with Det. Izaya Orihara's mind games. After all the gratuitous efforts of making the mischievous detective speak (without pay), the man earns the specific location of his dearest Celty. However, one important note has broken his developing hopes in getting her— particularly in the part 'even causing trouble to her new residence or her supposed, future or current husband'. Celty Sturluson resides in such a luxurious-looking apartment with floor units…
Owned and managed by Shizuo Heiwajima, the man Shinra must have been afraid of.
Well, not really afraid of. He and Izaya used to bully Shizuo Heiwajima back in their high school days— not physical bullying, perhaps something too annoying for the man to take. The man is in possession of a very medically-unexplained state where his body has infinite supply of adrenaline— making him invulnerable and inhumanly strong. But after ten years, the man in a trench coat would not know anything more about this man. However, Izaya hasn't mentioned any significant changes— Shizuo Heiwajima must have stayed the same throughout.
A sigh escapes the brunet's lips and he stops walking halfway that alley opening— lifting his face to see the long-lost skies of Ikebukuro. The nightlife of the town remains throughout the decade and only insignificant changes could have been spotted. Shinra then bitterly smiles at his own loss and nostalgia… for the things that he left behind ten years ago.
"…In cold nights like this, Celty and I usually frequent the streets just to sightsee."
His whisper then provokes endless memories of the past. He then takes a deep breath and decides to continue crossing after all. However, strange bright lights come from his side and a loud screeching sound conquers his left ear. A motorbike comes out of the alleyway— into the nostalgic man. However, he is able to dodge and let the motorbike get through. The rider spares him some seconds of a glance before she jumps off her bike— hopping off like an angel to the roof before her.
The motorbike crashes and creates a loud diversion as the smoke blinds the pursuers. Shinra, however, follows suit the woman—climbing up the walls— as she freely run across the roofs. The man chases her and then she takes a glance at him— taking his actions a threat for her mission. Soon, a group of men chases after her as well— the leader yelling out, "Capture her! Capture Hidari!"
Silenced shots are then fired at her— yet she swiftly dodges the bullets as if she can see through the projectiles. However, the leader throws a knife at her— successfully hitting her thigh after she dodges some more bullets from the other men. Hidari gets off balance and then she stumbles down a roof— removing the knife so that she can move. The men are about to get her when a smoke screen covers their vision yet again.
A gunshot sound echoes through as Hidari feels someone scoop her up from the roof with one arm and she seems to be pulled up through the sky. The two figures quickly escape the smoke screen as the girl gets pulled up by a man with a grappling gun. He swings through the air with the hook attached to a nearby construction crane. They land up safely by a rooftop and then the man puts her down, "Are you hurt?"
The voice resound through the helmeted head of the woman called Hidari and she gazes at the man who just saved her. Shinra gives her a kind smile before extending a hand to help her up, "Celty?"
"…Shinra?" She speaks in wonder and then she takes off her helmet, "Since when? How did you do that?" The man just kneels down to check up on her wound, "There are a lot Izaya and my father can teach someone. More likely the art of escaping that they are both great at." He grabs the edge of his coat and tears it to create an improvised bandage, "This might suffice to momentarily stop the bleeding. Let me take you somewhere we can get that treated." "You didn't answer one of my questions."
Shinra eyes at her now glaring avocado green orbs… "I just arrived this morning. I was still thinking of a proper approach to your doorstep." He then grins gratefully, "And yet Fate has pushed us together in yet another unfortunate scene, hasn't it? Just like when I first met you."
The woman stiffens and yet she is able to answer without letting much of her emotions show, "…I see. I should better head back to Izaya tomorrow." The man then carries her in his arms and then he smiles, "Let me treat you until then." A sudden surge of pang conquers the woman yet she remains quiet as the man finds a way down and back to his new place in the town.
The misfortune of her night has only begun.
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"Would you mind if I ask…" Shinra covers her thing with the proper bandages, "Why are they addressing you 'Hidari'? Is it some kind of a code name?" The woman hums in agreement and then she speaks in such a soft voice— evident of exhaustion, "That is my code name." She answers shortly— the man digging another message like she warns her about getting too involved.
"Is this what Izaya makes you do?" "…You can say so." "Has he been rough on you?" "The compensation justifies the risks and efforts." The man then gazes at her as she keeps her eyes off his face. Beneath those glasses lies a dejected look of a hoping man. His most beloved Celty Sturluson sits before him and yet she speaks as if a total stranger.
Everything is as if he has come from the future. He has come back to a time when he is nothing but a stranger to a woman he knew was his lover.
Yet the man persists in retrieving the life he has abandoned, his dejected face getting brushed off by a simple and kind smile, "I see. I do hope you enjoy what you do. And you are safe now." The woman looks at him and then she gives him a small smile— only meant for concerned strangers, "Thank you for saving me back there." She then pulls on her glove on her right hand, "But I suppose I should let you know, Shinra."
The man frowns on the weird symbol engraved at the back of her hand, "I am Hidari, one of the Organs of Katadai."
"Katadai?" Shinra echoes and then she just smiles again, "Sorry, the Katadai is something you should not get yourself involved with. Which also means… you should not get close with me." The woman stares directly at the man's eyes as she states one truth… which harbors yet another meaning to their relationship's context.
She does address Shinra as if a stranger. It is for real and cannot be denied.
"I understand." A soft voice escapes his lips and then she sighs in further exhaustion, "Shinra, can I take my rest now? Today is miraculously tiresome. Let us just talk some other time." "I heard you live with Shizuo now." The man starts yet another thread which simply tells her that he doesn't want the night to end just yet. He has too many questions she should answer yet the woman decides to slide down the bed and take her rest without another word.
"Celty, at least tell me that you do not have a relationship with him."
"Does it matter?" She speaks with an angered voice and shifts into a much comfortable position— the sheets covering the all of her, "Whether we do or do not have a relationship, it does not concern you anymore. I'm tired. Let me rest."
The man stiffens and yet he lets his worries loose. He then lies down the bed beside the woman under the sheets. He wraps his arms around her and then he whispers, "At least tell me…"
"I do not want to tell you. I cannot tell you. Anything."
The nightly wind whistles through the crack on the window and the soothing sound has not helped in lifting up the heavy atmosphere within the room. Shinra and Celty lie on their sides— with the man holding her—waiting for the night to finally retire and for the dawn to welcome another day.
The man who has come back to Ikebukuro has seems to successfully throw himself back into the past. However, he seems to have traveled to a time prior to their meetings— or so it feels like it. Shinra Kishitani seems to meet again with people he used to know and renew relations that were severed, spoiled and even distorted by his ruthlessness years ago. Will Lady Luck smile upon him as he plays through the second chance Life has offered him?
Or will he plummet into depression with all the misfortune of the taunting present and regrets of the real tragic past?
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End of Chapter 1
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