Author's Note:

I wasn't able to tag all of the characters and alts that are significant in this story. I suppose I could list them. (Since there is alternating povs in this story)

Hibiya, Izaya, Hachimenroppi, Celty, Delic, Tsukishima, Shizuo, Psyche, Sakuraya, Shinra, Ruby No Yubiwa,

There might be more.

(There are OCs.)

(I thought maybe I should include a form of disclaimer):

This story's T rating is for minor cursing, possible violence, and concepts. There shouldn't be any sexual content, although there might be some reference. This work is still in progress, so if anything changes regarding what I've mentioned related to the rating, I will make sure to address it probably in an Author's note.

A/N:

This is somewhat of an Orphan Black AU. There might be references to Orphan Black characters at some point in the story, but the focus of this story is Drrr characters and alternates. Even though this is inspired by the show Orphan Black, it will be very different, so for those who know the show don't expect it to be the same. It should still be interesting though. Knowledge of the show Orphan Black is not required to understand this story, although do let me know if you have any questions about anything.

I have not dropped the other stories I'm working on. I am writing this while I work through the writer's block for some of the others, since I've been inspired with this one lately. This is my first time writing a story with the Durarara alternates, so I'm excited to write them.

Feedback and constructive criticism is welcomed. Let me know what you think.

I hope you like it.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!?"

"Excuse you!?"

"Are we not going fast enough for you?"

"Don't you know there are other people around you!?"

"Hey!"

Izaya's ears perked at the loud grumbling coming from slightly in the distance. He turned around to try to see what the commotion was about. Apparently, someone in a white hoodie with gold-colored fur lining (in a similar style to his own jacket) was running through the city seemingly careless of how many people they rammed into. Their hood was up, with their head bent slightly down, most likely making it difficult to see where they were going. Izaya smirked in slight amusement at the situation.

It was not that unusual to see someone running through Ikebukuro. After all, there are many different types of people there living different kinds of lives.

Izaya wondered what could be going on with that person's life for them to be so hurried now. Perhaps they are concerned about something seemingly ordinary, yet with a warped perspective of what's important in their life. The constant shoving could be simply because they have no care of the people around them. Not that unusual, but could still be interesting. Are they just selfish in the way people normally are or do they have some sort of highly inflated sense of self? Oh, there are so many possibilities that Izaya simply couldn't help but wonder about.

Perhaps their hurriedness was socially justified, and they are fleeing for their life. In Ikebukuro, that scenario is not so unheard of. With the yakuza, gangs, and supernatural happenings, there are many ways' one's life could be put in danger.

Maybe they simply have an anxiety disorder? Or they are experiencing some form of paranoia due to mental problems? The possibilities were endless. Despite how often Izaya has seen this type of occurrence in such a busy city, he found himself intrigued.

Although then, he was not even consciously aware that he felt a sense of familiarity about this stranger.

To satisfy his own curiosity and boredom, Izaya decided to mess with the person a little bit. He stood off to the side of the walkway and watched how far the rushing person was to himself. It may be juvenile, but seeing the already hasty person's reaction to his obstacle might make it worth it. Not that he would care if it was childish anyway. Nothing very entertaining had happened yet that day, so Izaya was slightly delighted, even for just causing a likely minor annoyance.

When he deemed them close enough, Izaya stepped right into their path of flight.

Despite purposefully standing in their way, Izaya still found himself startled when the other person collided into him and they both tumbled to the ground.

He groaned from the pain of impact. Thankfully, the other guy rolled off him almost immediately after their tumble.

Damn, he must have run faster that I originally thought.

Shaking himself from his slightly disoriented state, Izaya sat up and faced the man he purposefully collided with.

Of all the features Izaya expected to see, an exact copy of his own face was not one of them. Well, almost an exact copy that is. The only facial difference he could spot were gold eyes. Besides that, the resemblance was uncanny.

He gasped and stared at Izaya with wide eyes. Izaya presumed he had a similar expression on his own face.

They just stared at each other like that for a moment. His double gazed at him with scrutiny for a moment, before his face paled. The look-alike frantically stood up, almost tripping over their own feet, and took off again without saying a word to Izaya.

Izaya just watched after him for a moment, not quite sure how he was supposed to respond. It made sense that the other was shocked. Izaya was also startled from such an odd event. But, scared? That seemed a little bit dramatic.

As he began to regain his senses, Izaya stood up again, questioning whether he was sure of what he saw. The other citizens around him had thankfully stayed out of the way during the whole encounter. Whether or not they also noticed his look-alike, Izaya wasn't even thinking about then.

There was another detail he had noticed that many others would not have seen due to how small it was. A skilled socialite like himself however, notices even the little things out of the ordinary. Along with fear, there was a small light in his eyes of recognition. It was subtle, but Izaya was sure of it. Somehow, this dopple-ganger had recognized Izaya and knew who he was. That was where the fear came from.

How was this possible though? Surely Izaya would remember encountering a person who shared his face. Izaya got the feeling there was something else going on here, and that their identical appearances were not a coincidence. He was now curious to find out what that possibly could be.

A high-pitched repetitive beeping sound, with slightly varied pitches, caused Izaya to look at the ground.

A bright red flip-phone continued to go off from the ground right by Izaya. He picked it up, and looked it over.

How strange…who doesn't use a smartphone anymore?

Izaya flipped the phone open and checked who was calling. It was someone named Hachimenroppi.

He must have dropped his phone while rushing away from me.

Smirking to himself, Izaya hung up the phone.

Izaya doubted he would get much information yet if he were to answer that.

He then went to stand in an area with less people around. Once there, he began to scroll through the phone contacts. There wasn't a whole lot listed.

Hachimenroppi

Psyche

Sakuraya

Perhaps this wasn't his main phone? How interesting. After all, sometimes a person with multiple phones had something to hide. Of course, it was also likely that he simply didn't have many friends. Either way, Izaya was definitely going to research what this was all about. He flipped the phone shut, slipped it into his pocket, and began to skip towards the train station to Shinjuku, humming the theme song to some children's anime.

This was definitely going to be very interesting, and he couldn't wait to worm himself into whatever type of situation this was.

Little did Izaya know that he was already connected to it.

Hibiya normally did not run. Under normal circumstances he would consider running to be too peasant-like to do for a prince figure such as himself (since growing up, his parents let him call himself a prince). However, now, he was running of his own volition. Even a prince could experience panic. Typically, he would tell himself that a prince was too proper to panic about anything, but he couldn't seem to help it given the circumstances.

He had pretty much learned that everything in his life was not as it seemed. Even though he had been warned about some of it from his newly acquired "brothers", hearing it and discovering it for yourself were two very different things. Hibiya has lived a charmed life for the most part. He grew up in a mansion. His parents would give him anything he ever asked for. He even owned a magnificent horse named Alfred, who unfortunately he could not ride now due to how much attention that would bring to himself in a big city.

Since he had grown up in such a sheltered life, he truly had no idea how to react in this type of situation. If he were not so freaked out right now, he would have berated himself for not acting rationally.

Hibiya continued running for a while after bumping into Izaya, panting harshly as many thoughts raced around in his head. He was not physically prepared for this amount of running. Hopefully he wouldn't pass out from exhaustion.

Just as he was considering how to deal with his physical inadequacy, Hibiya found himself pulled into an alley by another, hidden from view.

Becoming even more freaked out, Hibiya tried to pull away from the arm that grabbed him and opened his mouth to scream. The other wrapped their arms tightly around him and covered Hibiya's mouth to muffle his scream. This caused Hibiya to struggle more frantically. It was to the point where he almost didn't hear the irritated sigh from the person behind him.

Hibiya was taken aback from such an odd response to his struggling. He then took notice of the sleeve on the person restraining him. It was the black sleeve of a jacket with red fur lining around the wrist. Realizing who it was, Hibiya stopped struggling and let out a sigh of relief.

Seeming as though they realized Hibiya stopped thrashing around, the other uncovered Hibiya's mouth. He let go of Hibiya and walked around him so that they were face to face.

For the second time that day, Hibiya came face to face with someone who was nearly identical to himself. Except, unlike earlier, this was a face he knew.

Hachimenroppi. His bright red eyes stood out against the pale pallor of his skin. Hibiya felt relieved to see them, even though said person was glaring at him with pure fury.

"You idiot." Hachimenroppi hissed. "I know I don't expect a lot of good from people in general, but I had hoped that at least you would be less irritating. Did you somehow forget how close your residence is to Ikebukuro? Were you even thinking when you ran through the city where you could easily run into Izaya Orihara and freaking Shizuo Heiwajima!? I know you can be deluded at times, but I thought even you would be more rational than that. Perhaps the only ones with sense in this group is me and Sakuraya."

Hibiya scoffed and held his head up arrogantly.

"Well, excuse me for experiencing panic from learning that my own household had no qualms about confining me to the mansion when I was not even aware of it. Even princes can feel such for self-preservation. How would you react to discovering that everything you thought you knew was false? It's not like I could feel content staying in a home where my parents see me as no more than a social experiment that they could gain praise for contributing to."

For a moment, Hibiya thought he won his case. However, Hachimenroppi's silence caused Hibiya to rethink what he had just uttered.

How would you react discovering that everything you thought you knew was false?

Perhaps he should not have asked that. Hachimenroppi had been the first of them to discover the truth about their lives. He was the one to inform them after all. Plus, he had in the past hinted at not having a pleasant childhood. Surely his experiences were much worse compared to Hibiya's.

Celty was on her way back to the apartment from a job, when she heard an unexpected voice coming from an alleyway.

It sounded like Izaya's voice, but…talking to himself?

Celty always figured Izaya was insane, but she never thought he was that kind of insane. Unable to help her curiosity, Celty peaked into the alleyway entrance, careful to keep herself hidden. What she saw made her glad she couldn't audibly gasp,

It was Izaya, but…twice? Two Izaya's!? Did he have some sort of twin!? But neither of them were dressed in Izaya's usual getup. She continued to watch.

The Izaya in black jacket with red fur lining was glaring at the other one. The other one in the white jacket was just staring at him with a hard to read expression.

Hibiya was not known for being a kind person. He was not one to really feel remorseful for things he may have said. He had been allowed to think there was no reason to be when he was a "prince". Yet, he felt like he should say something somewhat amending. Only, he was not accustomed to how to respond in such a situation.

He half-expected Hachimenroppi to lash out at him for being insensitive, and call him stupid again, but the other simply closed their eyes and sighed.

"Whatever, it's not like we can do anything about it now. You could have at least picked up the phone when I called you. It was annoying having to track where you ran off to."

"I…suppose I apologize. I do not recollect you callin- "Hibiya paused as he reached into his pocket for his phone, only to feel nothing there. Slight panic took him over again, as Hibiya checked all his pockets and looked on the ground for the missing phone.

Oh no.

"Hibiya…did you seriously lose your phone as well?"

Hibiya faced him again and winced.

Oo, he was not happy. Hachimenroppi's face was pinched with irritation, and restrained anger.

"I…I do not usually misplace my belongings!"

"Well, apparently the prissy prince is a complete mess once his castle and crown are taken away."

Hibiya glared at him. The other was not exactly the nicest person either, but Hibiya still bristled at the jab.

This was no time to be bitter!

"Well, I suppose most people would not see any significance if they found that phone. Do you at least have an idea where you might have seen it last? Maybe I can track it down later when you are not here to slow me down. You are terrible at staying under the radar. Then again, you did rarely ever leave that stupid mansion."

Hibiya did not even hear the rest of Hachimenroppi's rant as he thought about the last time he saw his phone. After a moment his face paled in horror.

I must have dropped it when I ran into Izaya Orihara. I was so freaked from seeing him, I did not even check to grab my phone before fleeing again.

He remembered what Hachimenroppi had told them about Izaya Orihara. This was not good.

Hachimenroppi seemed to have caught on to Hibiya's dread.

"Hibiya…do you know what happened to your phone?" He crossed his arms and looked at Hibiya expectantly.

Hibiya gulped. Even though they were the same age, Hachimenroppi still somehow made Hibiya feel like a child fessing up to a parent. He prepared himself for the incoming lecture.

"Well…I may have dropped it when I collided with Izaya Orihara earlier." He said, not meeting Hachimenroppi's eyes.

There was a beat of silence.

"Izaya…. As in Izaya Orihara? The info broker? Who I warned you about!? You dropped your phone, that is connected to us, right next to the info broker who is highly skilled at gaining information from even lesser means than that!" He held up his hand as Hibiya was about to interject, closed his eyes, and took a very deep breath.

Hibiya knew that this was bad.

Hachimenroppi rubbed his temples and clenched his teeth.

"I'll handle this I guess. I swear, sometimes it feels like I'm the only one actually keeping us alive. "

He glanced over to see Hibiya's tensed up face and sighed.

"Come on. You can stay with me for now I guess. It would be too risky to sneak you back in through the city, especially with Izaya out there. Just don't leave the apartment until I say that it's safe. We'll figure out what to do once we both get there."

Roppi pulled his hood up again to cover himself. He glanced over at Hibiya again, seeing that he hadn't moved since realizing what happened to his phone. Roppi rolled his eyes, and pulled the "prince's" hood up for him.

Roppi put on a pair of sunglasses, and then pulled Hibiya by the wrist with through the alleyway entrance that was hidden from the public.

Celty just stood there in shock for a moment, even after the duo disappeared through a hidden exit.

What in the world?

Neither of the two acted like Izaya either. This was really weird. Were they crazy cosplayers like Erika? That wouldn't completely explain everything though, like their voices being the same as his. Plus, they weren't exactly acting like the cosplayers she'd seen in the past like Erika. The cosplayers were a lot of times over the top or portraying specific characters.

But, these two were being secretive in an alleyway. It didn't seem like roleplaying. No, the conversation sounded too real.

Just a crazy coincidence? She supposed it was possible, but what were the chances? For some reason, she had a feeling something else was going on here, but she wasn't sure why.

Was she just going crazy? After all, nobody else passing by seemed to notice the strange scene.

Celty shook her "head" to herself in slight amusement. She wasn't sure if a dullahan could even go crazy.

Strange supernatural things do happen in Ikebukuro.

The duo sounded so serious about whatever they were talking about. They mentioned Izaya, but it wasn't clear whether either knew him or just of his reputation. It seemed like it was more than that though.

If she was honest with herself, part of her felt guarded due to the mere fact that they shared his face. That alone was suspicious, but hearing them talk about Izaya made her reconsider her concern.

The one in the white jacket seemed afraid at the mention of him.

An Izaya look alike that is afraid of Izaya?

Something was definitely up. She couldn't help but wonder whatever strange situation this was. She wasn't sure if she should even mention it to anyone. Mainly because she didn't know what to do with what she just heard. Shinra was the one she was most tempted to tell. He would most likely become interested and want to learn more about it. She wasn't sure herself what to do.

If Izaya did get ahold of white-jacket's phone like they seemed to think, he would probably begin to dig into whatever this was. Izaya was already a nosy person. Surely seeing his own face on another would make him even more curious than he usually is. He'd probably want to know where his look alike went after their encounter. Celty felt like she shouldn't say anything though.

She didn't know those two, but she knew Izaya. Who knew what he'd do to them? Just because he was interested, didn't mean he was okay with someone sharing his face. He might have already done something to cause them to react that way. If one was afraid of him, there was probably a good reason. Besides, she felt no obligations to help Izaya.

Although, she didn't know for sure he was in the wrong. Izaya did tend to not be on one side, so it really could be either way. Even if he is a jerk.

The pair's intentions towards him were unclear. The one with the red fur-lined jacket said something about 'taking care of it'. What was that supposed to mean? She couldn't retain enough from the conversation to know for sure. Is that concerning enough to look into?

She shook her head to herself and got back on Shooter. It really wasn't her concern to warn him of anything. This was Izaya after all, not a friend. It was always best to not get involved with him if you can help it.

So, until she felt she needed to, Celty thought that maybe she shouldn't do anything about it yet.

Celty knew she was doing a lot of assuming from watching only part of a conversation, but they didn't seem like they were bad guys. The feeling she kept getting from them was that they just wanted to survive. A dullahan's intuition could possibly be reliable. She wouldn't know for sure.

So, with that internal resolution, Celty rode off to the apartment thinking about what she had witnessed.