Sorry for those who were expecting a new chapter from Opposing Destiny or For Justice, Romance, and Good Health. I will update those two stories as soon as possible! Meanwhile, here's a new one. :D
I was overjoyed to find out that no one had yet written a story about the characters of Durarara entering the Hunger Games. I seized the opportunity at once, of course. If you don't recognize some characters here, then they're from the DRRR light novels or manga. I haven't read those either but I did extensive research online to fill up the missing spots for tributes. I suck at making OCs. I only watched the anime.
For Durarara fans who aren't into the Hunger Games: it's about twenty-four people tasked to kill each other in an arena. Only one victor gets out alive. This happens every year. Every twenty-five years, it's called a Quarter Quell and those are more deadly and extreme. If you want more details, go to Wikipedia.
For Hunger Games fans who might get confused: the rebellion in Mockingjay failed. Katniss and friends all died. The Capitol still rules Panem and no main characters from the first two books are alive. Or are they? *winks*
I don't own Durarara or the Hunger Games.
Chapter One
The Reaping
It was the fourth Quarter Quell. It was the year everyone in the Twelve Districts dreaded the most, since it was sure to be the most brutal and extreme Games ever. President Snow didn't disappoint anyone- it truly was inhuman. The arena was the most deadly arena in all of Panem's history and the Quell's twist was cruel.
The twist of the year's Games was that only one tribute, still following the 12-18 year old age limit, would be chosen per district and that whoever would be picked would have to choose an older fellow tribute of the opposite gender that would come to the arena as well. Volunteering was available for those still within the age limit. The said act was rare, though; only Career Districts like 1, 2, and 4 would have volunteers. Most of the people of Panem hated the Hunger Games, especially the deadly Quarter Quells. This year, not only would an unlucky person be doomed to risk his or her life, but also doomed to risk some older person's life too.
Snow and the Gamemakers probably planned this to show that despite the youth being put at risk of joining the Games, the older citizens of the Districts were still in danger too. Whatever happened, the Capitol would still be in control of each and every person residing in the country of Panem. It was as dictatorial and dystopian as ever.
Welcome to the 100th Hunger Games.
District One
Vorona Juvilova walked briskly towards the crowd near the stage, placing her hands casually in her pockets. Her father stood calmly behind her, his pride emanating from his upright posture. Her mother was dead ever since she was born. She had no siblings.
Ever since the new rule of the Quell was announced, Vorona knew right away who she would bring along to the arena with her. Who else was older than her and of the opposite gender that deserved to have a chance at the Games? Who else was the only friend she ever had in her life?
District One's representative stepped forward eagerly, greeted everyone with a smile, and wasted no time in choosing the very first tribute. This year, apparently, both male and female names of those from 12 to 18 years old were in the jar, so most teenagers in the crowd were crossing their fingers to be chosen.
Vorona held her breath as the representative pulled one little slip of paper from all the others. She bit her lip. This was her last chance to be part of the Hunger Games, to prove to everyone that she was the strongest- she was already 18 years old. Moments passed and then-
"Topaz Meilix!"
Vorona clenched her fists. The girl who walked past her was only 12 years old, still stepping forward with a pathetically obvious nervous step but brimming with ignorant determination. She was blonde, like her, but that was the only similarity they had with each other. Tributes like this young teen usually ended up dead on the first day.
"I volunteer!" Vorona said loudly, her icy blue eyes glaring at the young girl who turned around in surprise. "You have a few more years for a chance, girl. Why don't you wait a bit longer first?"
She tried not to skip to the stage, happy with the fact that no one was stopping her. Her father was even smiling, amused. She stood confidently next to the district representative and scanned the crowd, looking for her partner-in-crime.
The representative asked her, "So darling, what's your name? And who's your fellow tribute going to be?"
Vorona didn't hesitate as she finally found the dark eyes of her friend in the crowd. She ignored all the other older people waving at her to get her attention and ask for her to choose them. She grinned widely, knowing the perfect ex-Career who missed the chance of a lifetime, and replied, "I'm Vorona Juvilova and I want Slon Ortolski to come with me to the arena."
District Two
It was noisy in District Two, since people everywhere were bargaining with each other to partner up if ever the other was called. Anri knew better. She didn't want someone she knew or someone who threatened her to be her fellow tribute. She would rather choose a completely unsuspecting and harmless person so there would be one obstacle less during the Games. That was one difference between her and the girl tribute from District One.
Anri stood patiently, waiting for the district representative to appear and start the ceremony already. She removed her glasses and cleaned them with her handkerchief. Just when she put them back on, a muscular man in his 40s that looked terribly like a gorilla marched in front of her and the other girls and began talking to them.
"If ever any of you pretties would be picked as tribute, I should be the one you bring along with you! Otherwise, I'll take it out on your families! Who are you pixies going to choose, anyway? Cowards like these?" he said coolly.
He pulled some random man walking by to his side. The passerby had glasses and dark brown, shoulder-length hair. He was thin, probably around 23 or 24 years old, and was wearing a white coat, meaning that he was a doctor. "Excuse me?" he asked politely, his eyes showing slight irritation.
The gorilla (he really looked like it anyway) ignored him and continued speaking to Anri and the other girls. "Guys like this aren't worth it. If you don't choose me, I'm definitely going to do more than hurt your families-"
"I won't bring you along with me. You'll be an obstacle. Besides, I don't have a family or anyone I care about that you can kill," Anri interrupted nonchalantly. Her red eyes glinted behind her glasses. "You can't control me."
Before anything else could happen, the representative finally arrived onstage and started the calling of the names as soon as possible. The gorilla went off furiously without another glance while the doctor gave Anri a strange look before walking off towards his place.
A piece of paper was already out of the jar. It was slowly opened, and then-
"Anri Sonohara!"
Anri didn't smile or grin. She kept her emotionless mask on and climbed up the stage, shaking her head as she watched the other willing volunteers almost step forward in anger. The gorilla glared at her and she couldn't help but smirk. She watched herself on the screens visible to every citizen in Panem- finally, she was a tribute! She didn't have to wait for 18 years old to volunteer; she was 16 and already a tribute!
"Miss Anri? Who will your companion be?" the representative asked kindly, bringing her back to reality.
Anri frowned. She almost forgot about that part. She didn't really know any weak man older than her since she mostly kept to herself. Then suddenly, while scanning the crowd, her eyes met the doctor's. He seemed to know his fate because there was a short spark of realization in his eyes before he quickly looked away.
She pointed at him. "You."
There were groans from the crowd as several other ex-Careers had their final chance taken away from them. The doctor wasn't angry or sad. He was simply disheartened as he joined her on the stage, giving her a half-smile as they shook hands. "I'm Shinra Kishitani."
The representative smiled. "Okay then! Shinra and Anri from District Two, everyone!"
District Three
They were both holding his hands- the older twin holding his right and the younger twin his left. This was unusual. Pushing them away was usual. This time, however, he couldn't bring himself to do so. They were holding on too tightly. This was only a yearly occurrence, anyway, and it would be over soon.
However, there was now a chance that two of the three black-haired siblings could be entering the arena as well.
"Iza-nii…"
"What do we do if either Kururi or I get chosen?"
"Yes, what?"
Izaya Orihara scowled as he looked down at Mairu and Kururi, staring up at him with the same dark red eyes as his. He didn't exactly love them much but they were still his sisters. It was obviously his responsibility to protect them and it would be unbearable for one twin to live without the other. He could imagine Mairu quietly sitting in a corner for the rest of her life or Kururi screaming insanities in a white room.
Izaya pulled away from the two and crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't know. Do what you want."
Mairu clenched her fists. "What's that supposed to mean? We don't know what we should do! Should we call on you to come along to the arena or escape or-"
"I already said that I didn't know!" he yelled at her angrily. People around them stared, but not for long. They continued worrying for themselves as well. The twins avoided his eyes. They probably figured out that he had no intention of risking his life for one of them anyway. He wasn't the ideal brother.
The district representative came forward. Soon enough, the unlucky person's name was already in her glittering hands. The paper was unfolded. Everyone waited with bated breath.
"Mairu Orihara."
Izaya froze. He felt himself turn pale and turned to look at his sisters. Mairu seemed to be in shock. He was about to say something to her when Kururi pushed him aside and walked forward.
"Volunteer," she said plainly.
Mairu stepped beside her. "K-Kururi… What are you doing? Don't do this!"
"No. Not you."
"But I can't let you-!" The tears flowed from her eyes.
"No. Not you." Kururi's voice was soft but firm.
"Stop this! They called my name. I can survive this!"
Izaya gripped Mairu's shoulders and turned her to face him. "Look, I don't like the idea of any one of you two going to the Hunger Games but we have no choice. Kururi really wants to go in your place."
Mairu frowned. "So do I!"
"But you're in tears, you're not calm at all, and she seems a lot like nothing can stop her. You're from District Three, Mairu. Don't be stupid," Izaya reasoned, trying to keep his cool. "I can't believe I'm saying this but I will let Kururi bring me along to the arena. I won't let her die. I promise."
"You what? But then-"
"If your roles were reversed, I'd still do the same thing. I really can't let one of you die. The other would go crazy and be incapable of living if that would happen."
"Iza-nii, it would be horrible too if you died instead!"
Izaya patted her head and smiled. "Seriously? It doesn't matter anymore." The district representative's voice rang out, alerting them that they didn't have all day. He turned to the other twin. "Kururi, go up the stage. And you better choose me to come along with you. Now."
Kururi hugged Mairu, steeled herself, and did as Izaya told her, climbing up the stage and standing shakily beside the district representative. The woman turned to her and cheerfully exclaimed, "You're Mairu's twin, aren't you? How old are you both?"
"Thirteen."
"I see. And what's your name?"
"Kururi."
"Well then, Kururi, I bet the fellow tribute you're going to choose is your handsome brother right there!"
She did her best to remain expressionless and nodded.
Izaya let go of Mairu's hand and went up the stage, giving the worst glare he could give at the cameras as he took his place beside his other little sister. The screens showed him looking exactly the way he wanted- deadly, sly, and ready to kill. Before the representative could ask him his name, the 23 year old cut her off coldly.
"I'm Izaya Orihara."
It was going to be interesting. Twenty-four humans all pitted against each other to kill. Izaya loved humans, which might be the reason why he allowed Kururi to call on him. He could observe them, help them, and manipulate them whatever way he could. Yes, Izaya was definitely going to make the Quarter Quell interesting.
District Four
Ran Izumii stood tall in the crowd of District Four citizens waiting for the names to be called. Beside him was his little brother, Aoba, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there.
"You want to know what I think?" Ran asked, grinning. He didn't wait for a reply. "I think you've got no chance of surviving if ever you get reaped. It would be great to see you die a bloody death in the arena, though. It would be even better if I get the reaped tribute to choose me so I can get a chance to win the damn thing."
Aoba frowned. "No one would want to choose you. And I do stand a chance in the Games."
"Oh please. You can't even beat me at breathing longest underwater."
"Just because our parents pay attention to me more doesn't mean you have to rub every single thing in my face!"
Before Ran could answer scathingly, the Reaping had started. The district representative was excited to say the least, beaming at all of them and saying how wonderful it was that she was assigned to District Four. A few flirtatious remarks later, she finally began drawing the name from the jar.
"Rio Kamichika!"
An audible gasp was heard from the ladies at the right side. The brunette was wearing pigtails and she seemed to be around 15 years old. She walked anxiously to the stage and was obviously avoiding looking at the cameras.
Ran smirked. "Prove to me that you do stand a chance in the Games. Volunteer."
Aoba remained silent. He knew that his brother was just looking for a way to get him killed, but if he could actually win the Quarter Quell… It would be all fame and glory for him, plus being able to show that he was stronger and more powerful than everyone thought.
"Any volunteers?"
He could practically feel his brother's harsh eyes on him, urging him to step forward. His parents did love him, right? They were probably behind him and his brother, wondering what their sons are talking about. No, maybe it wasn't worth it. Maybe his purpose in life wasn't to win the deadly Games but to continue trying to lead the-
"Okay then, Rio. Now choose your fellow tribute!"
Aoba couldn't help but clench his fists as Ran gestured to the girl to pick him. The girl fixed her eyes on the older Izumii brother. Everyone knew Ran, anyway. He was the most vicious and menacing citizen in District Four.
"I choose… Ran Izumii."
There was a cold silence as the reality of letting Ran Izumii into the Hunger Games washed over everyone. He was known for attempting to kidnap people for fun, 'accidentally' breaking someone's legs, and picking on kids. It was certain- the winner of the Quell would be coming from District Four and it wasn't going to be Rio Kamichika.
"I can't believe I'm saying this but I've got no choice. I'm leaving the Blue Squares to you."
Aoba nodded, trying to hide his smile. He looked away indifferently as Ran casually strode to the stage as if it was nothing and smiled at the cameras, watching himself look extremely pleased on the screens. He could just imagine the weaklings from the other districts terrified at having such an opponent.
District Five
Power was District Five's specialty. They provided electric, solar, and nuclear energy for the whole of Panem. However, the citizens of this district didn't seem powerful and energetic at all as the representative started talking in front of the stage.
There was dead silence as everyone silently prayed not to be part of the Quarter Quell.
"Haruna Niekawa!"
A solemn girl with long, black hair and of about 17 years of age went up the stage. She seemed neither sad nor happy. Her face was expressionless. It was as if she didn't even want to bother reacting to her unlucky fate.
When the district representative asked her who she was going to bring along to the arena, her face finally changed to a look of thoughtfulness. Her dark brown eyes scanned the crowd.
"That guy over there," she said emotionlessly.
The random man looked up in surprise. He was blonde, 20 years old, and known to be the friendliest worker at the district's largest power plant. Almost everyone knew him to be the humorous, hard worker that read comic books, watched cartoons, and cracked weird jokes all the time.
He walked to the stage and stood beside Haruna.
"What's your name, young man?"
He smiled. "I'm Walker Yumasaki."
District Six
"I have a big favor to ask of you."
Kyohei Kadota turned around, recognizing the familiar voice behind him. It was an 18 year old woman with long blond hair and kind green eyes. He frowned. They'd met before.
The woman nodded. "I can see that look in your eyes. Yes, we've met before."
"I'm sorry, it seems like I forgot," he said sheepishly. Suddenly, recognition sparked in his eyes. "Oh! You're the girl I saved from those kidnappers a few months ago! Um… Emilia, isn't it?"
"Yeah, that's right," Emilia smiled, pleased that he remembered.
"So, a favor," Kyohei continued suspiciously, "You have a big favor to ask of me."
She looked down at her feet, embarrassed. "Yes. Well, you see, I don't really know anyone older than me in this district and there's a big chance that I'll be reaped since my name's in the jar eleven times for tesserae."
"You're asking if you can call on me to come with you to the arena if ever that happens."
She nodded.
Kyohei grinned. "Of course. I don't mean to brag but I stand a chance in the Games. I don't mind dying in the Quell, anyway. Everyone dies sooner or later. It's just a matter of accepting it."
"You're an angel, you know that?" Emilia sighed in relief. Then she walked off to the ladies' side.
The district representative was a serious man. Everything he said was brief and the name of the next tribute was already being retrieved from the jar. It seemed like an eternity before the paper was finally opened.
"Emilia Davis."
Kyohei quickly looked to his left and found the teary eyes of the woman he spoke to earlier. She tried her best not to cry and walked to the stage. She wasted no time in letting everyone know who she wanted to be with.
"I choose Kyohei Kadota."
He instantly stepped forward and made his way to the spot beside Emilia. He smirked at Togusa's shocked face and calmly looked at the screens, portraying him as a cold and solemn man.
"Everyone, these are the tributes of District Six."
District Seven
The people of District Seven specialized in using trees for lumber and paper. Every year, they'd pray for a strong woodcutter to be reaped for the Hunger Games so that they'd have a chance to win and get the prize.
This year, they all knew who to root for. The parents all knew what to tell their nervous children.
"Son, you have to call on that Shizuo!"
"Yeah, if you don't pick him, our district won't have a winner- again."
"Shizuo Heiwajima has to be a tribute! He'd definitely win!"
"Have you seen that brute rip off those trees?"
"If you get reaped, Heiwajima better be the name you choose."
The crowd was buzzing with whispers and mumbles. Suddenly, the district representative appeared onstage and raised a hand to stop the noise. It took a few minutes for everyone to calm down.
Children were crossing their fingers. The name was drawn; the piece of paper was unfolded.
"Mikage Sharaku."
An 18 year old woman with short black hair standing between her two older brothers bit her lip. The two brothers muttered a few words to her and pushed her to go to the stage. People were softly saying the name of the strongest man in possibly all of Panem. She went up and didn't wait for the representative to ask her.
"I call on Shizuo Heiwajima."
There was a collective sigh of relief. There was a possibility that District Seven was going to win this year with that monstrous man joining the Hunger Games. Everyone started looking around them, waiting for him to appear.
Then, the tall, 24 year old, blond man wearing a bartender outfit stepped forward from the back. "Me? Finally?" his low voice rang out. "You've all been waiting for years and finally- on a Quell, of all Games. Heh."
Shizuo walked to the front, casually throwing his cigarette to the side. Everyone parted like the Red Sea. He peered at them behind his blue shades. He stood beside Mikage on the stage, looking even taller doing so, and tried his very best to avoid the eyes of Kasuka, his brother, in the crowd. Looking sad would make him look weak.
The representative didn't know how to react to what had just occurred. "Why, Mr. Shizuo, it really seemed like the whole of District Seven wanted you to come up so badly!"
"Tch."
District Eight
Mika Harima held tightly to her notebook containing the list of names she was probably going to bet on this year. Vorona and Slon from One, Anri from Two, Izaya from Three, Ran from Four, and Shizuo from Seven. She could imagine Anri kill coldly without a single moment of hesitation and Izaya defend his little sister viciously without mercy. Ran might possibly be one of those tributes who liked torture. Shizuo really looked like a victor as well.
"Mika Harima!"
She looked up, wondering who was calling her. Then, she noticed everyone's eyes on her and those eyes scared her- they were filled with pity. Right then and there, she realized that she had just been reaped.
Mika felt like her legs were made of jelly as she stood anxiously next to the district representative. Now she was scanning through a list of names in her mind who could be her fellow tribute and ally in the Games.
"Who will you bring with you, dearie?"
"I… I choose S-Simon Breshnev."
Simon, who was a tall and dark man, walked forward and smiled good-naturedly at the cameras. He didn't seem to mind at all that he was officially part of the Hunger Games. If anything else, he was definitely just another opponent to look out for.
District Nine
"Are you listening, Seiji? You have to bring me along if ever you get reaped."
"Yes, I know, Namie. You've said that thirteen times already since this morning," Seiji Yagiri sighed irritably.
Sometimes, his sister was being way too overprotective. She would ask him if he was alright and do whatever she could to make him happy. Maybe she needed a boyfriend to do this to instead.
Namie smiled encouragingly at her brother before going to the ladies area. Her smile turned into a deep frown as she glanced at the jar of names. It would be a tragedy if Seiji really was going to be called.
The district representative was extremely chatty. She said that she was proud of being the representative of District Nine of all places. She appreciated that they produced and processed grain for all of Panem and said that her favorite food was rice. No one honestly cared.
Soon enough, the piece of paper was already in her hands.
"Seiji Yagiri!"
Namie turned pale. Now it was certain. Both she and her brother were going into the arena together.
Seiji stood calmly next to the representative and eyed his older sister indifferently. His brown hair was slicked back and his eyes pierced her as he made up his mind. "I want Namie Yagiri to come with me to the arena."
She stepped forward and tried not to make her way to her brother too eagerly. She flattened her long black hair and looked at the screens. Everything was already starting to look like a real tragedy.
"These are Seiji and Namie Yagiri, the Tributes of District Nine!"
It would have been silly to expect an applause.
District Ten
The district in charge of livestock was not one known for victors. No one really wanted to be there and they all knew that their tributes might just end up dead in the initial bloodbath anyway. The representative was cheerful but fortunately quick enough to have it all over with.
"Akane Awakusu."
Everyone gasped. The 12 year old daughter of the mayor was a sweet little girl and completely harmless. She always rode around on her little pony and did as much as she could to herd the sheep and cattle with her pet dog. There was no citizen of District Ten that hated her.
Akane went up the stage with hints of tears in her eyes. Even the representative looked a bit sad at seeing such a sweet girl in tears because of the Games.
"Don't cry, little girl. Being a tribute is an honor," she said nicely. Akane was definitely not comforted. People from the Capitol would never understand. "Now, choose someone to come along with you to the arena."
"That guy over there," the girl answered after scanning the crowd.
The random man she pointed out had brown dreadlocks and was wearing a neat suit and glasses. He steeled himself and walked to the stage stiffly. The representative nodded to him. "Your name, dear man?"
"I'm Tom Tanaka."
"Okay then," she replied, "Let's give a round of applause for our tributes!"
No one clapped.
District Eleven
He felt her grip his hand tightly and press herself closely to his side. She was scared. Who wouldn't be, anyway? It was the Hunger Games- no, the Quarter Quell- and everyone knew that the hundredth year of blood and death in the arena meant the deadliest cruelties anyone could ever imagine.
"Saki, don't be scared. There's a near to zero chance that you'll get reaped," Masaomi comforted her, "Besides, you're my girlfriend. I won't ever let that happen."
"My name is in that jar. My name might be picked. It might happen!" Saki whispered back hysterically.
Before he could reply, the district representative made his presence known onstage. "Welcome to the 100th Hunger Games, the fourth Quarter Quell! Are you ready for the Reaping, District Eleven?"
The crowd was not at all ecstatic. Everyone was silent. The representative once again made an effort to liven things up but failed miserably. Obviously, no one had the intention of being happy on this occasion.
"Okay then… The first name!"
The piece of paper was brought out from the jar.
"Saki Mikajima!"
Saki looked down at the ground. Masaomi could see the tears falling to the ground. He was stupid. He made her cry. He comforted her and told her that nothing would happen to her. Something did. This was all his fault.
"I volunteer as tribute!" he yelled. Everyone turned to look at him. The cameras were trained on him, his messy blond hair and his desperate golden yellow eyes. He composed himself and walked towards the stage.
"Masaomi, no! Don't!" Saki screamed behind him. He turned to look at her and smiled, brushing the tears from her cheek and caressing her face. He took every detail in before finally walking away, holding back the tears.
The representative wasn't helping. "Who's that pretty lady you were with, Masaomi?"
He smiled cheerfully. "That was my girlfriend." He turned to the crowd. "Now to choose my fellow tribute. I'm going to bring along…" Scowls were all he could find among the sea of people. "You."
The woman he pointed to wore a black dress and had brown hair covered by a black hat. Her eyes widened like she couldn't believe it was her that Masaomi was referring to. He nodded. She frowned and went up the stage.
"What's your name, now?" The representative asked.
"Erika. Erika Karisawa."
District Twelve
The people of District Twelve hated the Hunger Games. Ever since Katniss Everdeen died in her failure to rebel against the Capitol twenty-four years ago, the military had always been harsh on their district. The third Quarter Quell was cruel enough- it robbed the Districts of their victors, their symbols of hope.
Everyone knew that the fourth Quarter Quell was going to be even worse.
"I'm going to call the name now," announced the district representative. She held the slip of paper between her fingertips and gazed at the crowd of citizens joyfully, as if the Reaping really was a time for celebration.
She finally opened the folded paper. "The tribute is… Mikado Ryuugamine!"
A soft whimper was heard from the guys' area. Everyone turned to look at Mikado, a 15 year old with black hair and dark eyes. He seemed extremely nervous and soft-spoken as he walked forward, his legs shaking. When he reached the stage, he couldn't help but look down at his feet.
"Don't be shy now, Mikado. The ground won't swallow you up no matter how much you want it to!" the woman joked cheerfully. No one laughed. "Now, look for the person you want to bring along with you to the arena."
Mikado scanned the crowd, forgetting his nervousness in the new task at hand. Was there anyone he knew that was strong enough to survive the games but kind enough not to turn down his offer of alliance?
"I choose Celty Sturluson."
Everyone stared at him. Celty was the best coal miner in District Twelve. Despite being mute, she was extremely expressive with her actions and was the kindest soul in all of Panem. She was swift, strong, and hardworking. No one blamed Mikado, though. Anyone would want someone like Celty with them in the arena.
Celty went up the stage calmly. She was a 22 year old who had wavy long red hair and green eyes and she wore her black body suit, which brought out her curves. Not only was she a tough coal miner, she was also very elegant and sexy.
There was honestly not much of a friendship between her and Mikado. They both just knew each other from trading every weekend at the market. She also saved him when he wandered into the woods once.
Celty smiled at him understandingly and nodded as she stood beside him. He couldn't help but look at the screens that showed her being her usual inspiring self and him standing next to her looking like a total coward who didn't stand a chance at all. They shook hands and the representative re-introduced them as the official tributes of District Twelve. There was, of course, no applause.
Before Mikado could continue staring at the crowd, the Peacekeepers brought him away to the back.
I really tried to put the right characters into the right districts but idk. Also, this chapter was very looooong and tiring to write. Let me know if you're confused, if you have questions, or if you liked it or something.
Btw, the title is The Twisted Games because Durarara was initially described as a story of twisted love and twisted life in the 'normal' city, so I used the twisted and put it together with the games and then yeah.