A/N: This is a fan fiction about Izaya Orihara and Shizuo Heiwajima along with my two OC's. It's post-color gang war. Sorry it took so long to re-post.

Please take this trip with me (again, if you've been here before)

See you at the bottom, LZ

Disclaimer: I don't own or take any claim to the DRRR! characters included in this story. They are all property of Ryohgo Narita.

I was minding my own business, walking down the beach in my pink and white bathing suit and skirt. It was my last day in America and I figured I'd spend it relaxing. Back at the house we'd rented, my bags were waiting for me, already packed. After an hour or so of a mixture between swimming and walking back and forth down the beach, I'd decided I was ready to go back. After another hour or so, I was on the plane headed back to Japan. Dad was asleep in the seat next to me. 'He had work while we were over there, so of course he'd be tired,' I thought.

I opened up my laptop and entered a chat room, hoping to kill some time before eventually falling asleep myself. A few people were on, but no one I recognized.

MimiH: Anyone up to telling me how 'bukuro has been in the past month?

I waited a few minutes and was about to close my laptop when the chat beeped.

Kanra: Well, people are starting to come back after all of the fuss about the color gangs. A somewhat notorious family who left have come back, though I doubt that means anything to you, but I'm sure you'll at least hear about them. Oh! The Ikebukuro Beast, Heiwajima Shizuo is due to return to Japan soon. That's all I know~~

MimiH: Oh. Thanks then...You've told me all of that, so who's this notorious family that has come back?

Kanra: Well I'm not sure I'll tell you that~~

(Kanra has left the chat room)

I sighed but thought no more on the weird girl in the chatroom, closing the computer, tucking it away and placing a pillow on my father's lap. I lifted the arm rest and lay across him to get some sleep.

The plane ride had been so long that when we arrived in Japan, we high-tailed it straight home because Dad hates to waste time. The house we'd lived in for years looked as if it were a new place. It had been remodeled but I knew that wasn't the real reason for my sense of displacement. I carried my luggage inside and checked out my 'new' room, finding it to my liking. It was a little bit bigger than average now, the walls had been painted a shimmering gray and the floors were dark, polished wood. I could tell that the designer had understood what I'd asked for, so at that point, I was kind of happy to be home.

I unpacked faster than I'd packed, not really in the mood to sit around after twelve hours of sitting and sleeping, and when I was finished I decided to go out for a walk to remind myself of what my own city looked like.

I went to all of my favorite places: the park, the bookstore, Russia Sushi. But, I didn't see anyone familiar...I mean I didn't have any friends-not anymore anyway-but I did know people.

I sat down at the edge of the fountain in my favorite park and pulled out my phone. I pushed a few buttons and turned the outside towards myself to take a picture. I put it on the web and got a few comments from some randos and some mildly familiar people saying things like 'cute' or 'welcome back' but this only made me sigh, so I snapped my phone shut.

After decided I was officially bored, I stood up, only to find a tall guy with black hair standing way too close to me. I was shocked backwards and almost fell into the fountain until I caught my balance. The guy stared at me with this look of deep analysis and I stared right back. "Um, excuse me? Why are you staring at me like that?" I questioned, almost worried about the situation. Strangely enough, the guy took three steps backward and his eyes flashed.

"How rude of me. I just got carried away wondering if that was your real hair color." He said coolly. I was more than a little confused, taking a piece of my hair between my fingertips to study.

My reply was slow. "Uh, yes, I do, indeed, have naturally brown hair...sure it's highlighted now because of the sun, but it's definitely natural...why?" And to my surprise the guy just laughed a little and shook his head. When he smiled at me I had to fight off the glared he deserved for ignoring my question. Then he posed another one of his own, of course his was weird.

"May I go home with you?" He asked as if it was the most common thing to ask someone you just met. Deciding that this dude was just too weird, I started to leave without giving an answer. I didn't think he would follow me, but considering what he'd asked, I know now that that had been stupid of me. The creep followed me all the way home and when we got there he took a long look at my house and the only thing he said was, "You...live here?"

I scoffed at that, mildly offended. But the next thing he said nearly knocked me off of my feet.

"Mizu-tan? Could it be you?" He pondered quietly and my body froze while my mind raced. I could barely breathe, squeezing out what I wanted to say.

"No one calls me that. No one except..." And I was furious with myself for not being able to complete that sentence. The guy waved almost shyly.

"Nice to see you again, Mizu-tan. So you haven't forgotten me." He smiled and it set my blood to boil. My body moved before I could stop it and the next thing I knew the guy was sitting on the ground cupping a hand to his face.

"You're Higechi, aren't you? I should've known. How dare you come up to me as if nothing's happened! Don't think for a second that we're still friends!" With that, I stormed into the house and slammed the door. Dad was on the couch looking at me like I was psycho but I shook my head and he knew not to ask. I went straight to my room and flopped onto the bed, no longer ready for what being back home meant.

A/N: So that's the first part. What do you think? Thanks for reading, and please come back.

Much love, LZ