I do not own Durarara. This is Mikado x Shizuo. Don't like, don't read!

Now a day, there's nothing to do. I haven't heard from Masaomi-kun for a while and I'm bored. I wish I could get away from this place. I hate it, but I still love it. My parents aren't bad, but I feel pity sometimes for them. They have to bear me and house me even when I cause them troubles time to time, though they weren't my fault. At first glance I look like a delicate boy that could break just by a scratch, I have many secrets.

It's raining. It won't stop raining, he is still crying, why? Ah, a sword is imbeded in me. Is he blameing himself for it? It was not his fault. It was my own; I put myself in this situation. "Mi Lady, why? Why?" asks my brown haired companion. He believes himself a monster. I reach my hand out to his face and place it on his cheeck. "You are not a monster," I said to him, "You are a human being. If we are reborn, then I will look for you and help you once more. I can't bear to see you suffer." The brown haired man stared at the woman in his arms. The woman he was supossed to protect, but failed. Frail looking, pail skin, and long black hair that stood par to the night sky, but the most stunning feature of this woman was her shinning blue eyes, but now where dulling as she was slowly wisped away by death. "I promise, I shall return to you when we are reborn. Until then pray for that I have a safe re…turn…my…beloved…Shi…zu..o." with those words as her last she closes her eyes and rests in her eternal slumber. The man yells to the sky and cries for the woman.

At this point Mikado wakes up. He has had this dream before but he was much younger then, but he still cried. It has been many years since he has had that dream. He was a woman of noble blood but died for his or her beloved. The scene never changes. Some times he believes that he once was a woman, since he does have a feminine is within his room, it's already one in the afternoon, school has been out for a week and he still hasn't picked a high school to go to. He sighs out of frustration, and then turns towards his computer. He sits himself in his chair and logs in to a chat room.

Taro Tanaka has signed on to chat

Taro Tanaka: Konbanwa

Setton: Hello Taro-kun

Taro Tanaka: Hello Setton-san. Where's Kanra?

Setton: She hasn't been here for a while, nether have you. Is there something wrong?

Kanra has signed on to chat

Taro Tanaka: Hello Kanra-san ~sigh~

Kanra: is something wrong Taro-kun?

Taro Tanaka: No not really, just bored.

Setton invited Taro Tanaka to private chat

Setton: what is really bothering you?

Taro Tanaka: A lot of things. I wish I could move away and give my folks a rest.

Setton: Then why not move?

Taro Tanaka: and where would I go?

Setton: how about Ikebukuro

Taro Tanaka: Why there?

Setton: I live there with my boyfriend, we could house you for a while. It's an interesting town.

Taro Tanaka: Fine, all I have to do is convince my parents and I'll be off.

Setton: I'll tell my boyfriend. Also I'm a girl. My name is Celty.

Taro Tanaka: I'm Mikado Ryugamine. A boy.

Setton and Taro Tanaka have left private chat

Kanra has left chat

Setton: she left. Wonder why?

Taro Tanaka: I convinced them

Setton: That fast!

Taro Tanaka: I'll be off; can I have your number?

Setton: Sure, it's xxx-xxx-xxxx. See you later.

Taro Tanaka: I'll call you in three days.

Taro Tanaka has left chat

Now Mikado doesn't go off and just accepts random offers, but he knows he can take care of himself…in sorts at least. He picks himself up and looks for boxes to start packing. Finally able to leave the place where misery was what was always given to him, secrets he can leave buried where they should be. Mikado is a boy that looks fragile but can actually do more than the prime minister himself, but most of the time he acts more feminine than masculine as most boys are.

"Finally, I can leave and live life as I want to. Maybe I'll meet someone there as well."

In Ikebukuro-

"So Celty, who exactly is the boy and why invite him?" asked Shinra.
[Because he seemed lonely and I thought maybe they could become friends.] She held her PDA at his face. Shinra raises an eyebrow.
"Are you sure it's a good move. We don't know how he could react to him."
[But we can try.] At that Shinra smiled warmly at her.
"You're right, as always my dear Celty. I guess I should prepare the room."

Another place in Ikebukuro-

A certain fake blond bartender sneezes making his sunglasses fall a bit, but he immediately puts them back in place.

"You felling good Shizuo?" asks a worried Tom. A Japanese that looks more Jamaican with his dread locks. Lately he has noticed his kohai a bit on edge.

"I'm alright, just feel like the flea is near. Bastard! Hope he dies in a ditch."

Both men continue their work as dept collectors and Shizuo in damaging properties of the city by throwing vending machines and signs at a certain informer breaker.

Five days later—

As Mikado had said, he called Celty on the third day and asked were to meet her. She said she would have a break on the fifth and that she could pick him up instead of him looking for their apartment. Mikado had just gotten off the train and texted Celty were they should meet. She texted back that she would pick him up at the west gate. [I'll be on a black motorcycle.] Mikado did as he was told and headed towards the west gate. He got outside and waited at the edge of the road and heard a roar of machinery. In front of him was a woman wearing all black with a yellow kitty helmet.

"Celty-san?"
[That's me.]
"PDA?"
[I'm a mute. Get on. Your stuff arrived yesterday.] Mikado nods and gets on the motorcycle, sitting behind Celty.

At the apartment—

"So you're Mikado-kun, ne? I'm Shinra, pleased to meet you."
"Like wise sir."
"Ne, you must be tired, your room is down the hall, rest today and explore tomorrow. Ok?"
"Yeah, sounds fine."

Mikado heard Celty type something on her PDA but didn't pay attention to it, he was extremely tired. When he reached his room, he saw it was a traditional Japanese style room. He loved it. It was so peaceful. He laid on his futon and began drifting to sleep.

Tomorrow is a new day for me in this town.

How is it, I promise to bring Shizuo around next time. Also Mikado isn't going to be so fragile as most people see him. R&R.