I'm actually surprised people took the time to read and review. I honestly thought this story wouldn't get any hits or readers or reviewers. I'm happy about it, despite this story not going to get popular, at least some people are willing to read this.

And regards to Logged Out's review, the reason I put OCxno one, is to make it clear that my OC will have NO romantic relationships with any of the Drrrrr! cast. I'm sorry if that's confusing, I just think people will assume my OC is mary-sueish and not take the time to read my story.

Anyway, I think this chapter is kind of...confusing. The time plot are scattered around, but again, I wanted something like Drrrr! with a hint of Baccano's style as well.


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Mirage

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This is just another normal night.

The man with the dark clothing and equally dark grin skips throughout the streets of Ikebukuro, feeling happier for what happened earlier. He hums a tune not known by anyone, only himself. People avoid the overly happy man, and he begins to think how wonderfully interesting his beloved humans are.

This night…something changes.

Sharp, brown eyes narrow at the body not too far from where he is standing. As he walks closer, he begins to notice that she is a female and a foreigner. He notices the bruises, cuts and the abused clothing she has on and comes to a conclusion that something terrible has happened to her. He doesn't care, so he continues onward.

Because he thinks this night is like any other, the cunning man went about his routine and doesn't look back. But curiosity gets the best of him.

He is annoyed when he looks over his shoulder at the girl better left forgotten. She is the same…maybe dead, maybe not. Brown eyes looks over the girl, eyes narrowing on the deeply purple bruise hugging her left leg. Maybe it is her long, cut up skirt, or her ripped turtleneck, or even the obvious deep cuts on her exposed skin that makes him change his mind.

Many do not know this, but he isn't a complete monster. He has saved many lives, just as many he has taken…all indirectly, of course. He is capable of compassion. Therefore, even knowing he is going to regret this later on, he went to the unconscious girl.

Ignoring her torn up clothes, the informant picks her up, surprised at how light she is despite her appearance. But then again, maybe her heavy clothing is to blame. Annoyance dominates his features as he looks upon this stupid girl, but continues towards Russia Sushi for assistance.

This was supposed to be like any other night. However this single change of routine will forever break apart what little normalcy this city has to offer.

For him, the sly informant who rather let his dear human rot, but chose not to for reason only for him to know.

For those two boys now asleep in the comfort of their own homes.

For her, the aloof girl dreaming of things she shouldn't.

For the doctor and his mysterious companion.

For the angry blond man grumbling something about shit.

For the group of friends still out late at night simply because they refuse to leave their bliss.

And for her…the girl with the mysterious presence and dead-like eyes.


When I dream, it's of happy times.

I can see my young self calling out to someone with the most beautiful blotch of yellow paint on my right cheek. I giggle as I try to do the same to the person that had stained me so playfully. Then, for some reason, I begin to cry.

I drop the paintbrush, dropping down onto my knees as I stare up at the terrifying sky where a ceiling is supposed to protect me. Droplets of raindrops unmercifully stab into my eyes with agonizing repetition, yet I don't dare shut them.

"Why?" Someone asks me, someone very important. My eyes are still latched onto the deafening boom the sky had roared. I am too scared to move, but I am fascinated at the same time.

Then, blood.

Splat splat splat splat!

It took seconds for the red liquid to soak me, and even less for the wrenching scream to come out of my throat.

0000

April 1st, 9:05am

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When she wakes, she takes notice of the cool breeze caressing her cheeks all the way to her neck, and realizes that she is crying. The next thing she realizes is that someone with a husky, funny accent is calling out to her. Not in English, but in a different tongue. Some kind of Asian language.

Japanese?

She can't be sure. She isn't really paying attention to it. The smell and the annoying beeping noise is what she mostly pays attention to. She wants to open her eyes, yet she can't. It's not like its heavy or anything, it's just she knows where she is and doesn't want to face it.

This young girl really hates hospitals. Knowing that she is in one, on this bed where many have died, bothers her to no end. But she's a coward and blames it on the people who had the nerve to drop her off into this place without her permission.

Maybe this person speaking to her is to blame. Maybe she should open her eyes and confront this person and tell him that he should fuck off and mind his own damn business. Whatever happened to her yesterday was not life threatening at all. Her ankle was, and still is sprain from the dull ache she can still feel, but that injury is the most serious. The rest are just minor cuts and bruises.

But…how did she end up in this place?

She remembers walking in a foreign place, she has no idea how she even got there in first place. She really doesn't remember anything. Everything was fuzzy and vague. But she was terrified, and she had weird hallucinations and passed out.

Oh god…oh god.

The girl can feel herself begin to panic once again. The smell of morphine became more pronounce the more she breathes in the air around her. She clenches her teeth and her hands fisted the sheets to grab hold of her bearing with no prevail. Memories of last night attacks her, along with the knowledge that she is one of the places she fears most, makes her very unstable.

Luckily, the man speaking in a foreign accent shakes her shoulders and forces her to open her teary brown eyes.

Looking at him makes the girl wonder if she should be relieve that he had brought her some kind of distraction, or terrified that her memories are indeed true. She can tell that he is Japanese, which means she is in a country she has no knowledge of, and is a doctor checking up on her. The phrases he speaks make no sense to her and she begins to wonder why it still brought her a sense of normalcy.

Is it because, despite randomly popping onto this country, she knows where she is and can still call her father and ask for help? Or is it because she had been afraid that she popped into an alternate universe and had no way of getting back?

Of course it's the former! Her exaggerated imagination likes to think of the most random things and make her panic for no absolute reason.

The dark haired girl blinks and tries to make out what the man is saying.

He is pointing to her ankle, the one that has a strong ache, and realizes that he is asking if she is okay.

"Um…" the girl sits up, winces as she did so, and nods, "better."

"Engrish?" It takes a while for her to deduce that the man is saying, "English?"

The girl nods again. "Yes, I speak English." Her eyes take notice of the greenish scrubs he is wearing, coming to a conclusion that he is no doctor, but a nurse, or an intern.

He grins, "Ah." The young man points a finger up, and begins to leave.

Despite knowing that he will come back did not help the fear grip her heart. She really doesn't want to be alone at the moment. She has to distract herself. Looking out the window on the right side of her bed, she decides to observe the many people bustling on the streets instead of the color and smell of this room.

It's funny; why do those streets look so familiar to her? The trees across the streets, the people walking on the walkway to get to the other side. She shakes her head, of course they're so familiar, she seen them all the time back home. But something in her heart is telling her that no, everything that she is seeing is something she has seen before, as in not directly, just like she thought to herself last night before she passed out.

Now that she's calmer, the girl deduces that the people that had made her panic in the first place are just a couple of really good cosplayers. Still, why did the other part of her mind think otherwise?

'Cause it's stupid.

It doesn't take long before the nurse comes back, and with an actual doctor. The girl blushes under his intelligent gaze. The doctor is probably twenty years her senior, but that doesn't change the fact that he is very handsome. Plus, his kind smile gives her once anxious heart a flutter-like beat.

"Nice to see you awake," the doctor says with a slight accent. "Fuji-san tells me you are feeling better?"

The girl nods. "Yes, it's just my leg that hurts, it's all."

The man nods. "You sprained your ankle and you have a large bruise on your ribs. Nothing is broken, but I imagine you have hard time breathing."

Actually, the only time she actually felt any pain on her abdomen area is when she was trying to sit up. "No, it doesn't hurt that much."

The handsome doctor nods and writes down something on his clip board.

The young girl tucks her hair behind her ears, feeling a bit shy. "Um, doctor…"

"Dr. Chiba"

She nods. "Dr. Chiba, how did I get here exactly?"

Dr. Chiba says something to the nurse in Japanese. The other man comes closer to the girl and smiles politely at her. He then begins to check her vital signs and heat beat.

"Two men brought you in," he says. He listens to the nurse and writes down whatever he says. "Foreigners, like you."

"Foreigner?"

He nods. "Yes." He stops writing to tap on his chin as he looks upward. "I'm assuming both aren't from the United States. I tried speaking to them in English but they only understood Japanese." He shrugs. "They're more than likely from Europe."

The girl looks down and stares at the tube in her wrist. "I see." She looks up at again, and begins to stare at the doctor with repressed anxiety. "Could you…please describe them for me?"

The older man grins. "They're in the cafeteria eating breakfast. As soon as they finish, they'll come visit you. They are really kind." He says that last part softly.

Why didn't that comfort her the way it should have?

"Anyway," he begins again, "I need to ask you a few questions."

"Huh, questions?"

He nods. "Yes. You see, our hospital knows nothing about you, and maybe neither does this country. It's just simple questions, so there's no need to panic."

"I see."

As soon as she finishes that statement, a knock resounds around the room. Dr. Chiba says something in Japanese, and the girl is staring at the door, waiting to see who's just behind it.

The wind gets knocked out of her once she sees the two men the doctor was, no doubt, speaking of. Two foreigners. One larger, the other smaller. One is black, the other white. Both of have blue eyes and matching, white and blue outfits.

She doesn't notice it, but her heart beat monitor begins to spike. Her heavy breathing begins, and her eyes become dilated. She begins begging her mind to stop playing tricks on her as her conscious becomes numb. This isn't real, she thinks to herself. Her mind is just doing this because she no other way to cope with the idea that she is entirely lost.

The nurse tries to calm her down as the doctor greets the two men. In the sentences that he says, she caught two disturbing names; Simon, and Dennis.

Her fists grabs onto her hair. She silently begs for herself to wake up from this delusional and psychotic dream. These two people do not exist! They are part of an anime that she loves and adores. They are 2-deminsional characters that are part of a story that takes place in a real place, but they are not real.

Her panic gets worse once she hears the larger of the two speak. Despite not knowing what he said, she knew she has loved that accent and voice for so long! And…

Please, God…please let this be all part of my stupid, stupid head!

But, the pain she feels on her body, the doctor's voice, the nurses' touches, they feel so real! What does that mean? That both Simon and Dennis exist as well? That's just impossible! Maybe she has gone crazy and this is just a stupid mirage because she's too cowardly to cope by herself so she uses fictional people to make herself feel better.

But why does that small part of her brain say otherwise?

"Miss," she hears the doctor say, "Miss, please calm down. We need you to breathe and tell us your name."

My name? She shuts her eyes, but tears still drip down her cheeks. My name.

Her name is Ivy Feldberg. She is twenty years old. She was born in Seattle, Washington. She is of Russian decent. And she's not supposed to be here.

0000

March 31st, 8:30pm

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"It should be easy enough for you." Shinra had said with a smile too cheeky to ignore.

And he was right, the job was incredibly easy. It was enough to attack those low lives. It was easy enough to scare them. It was easy enough to knock them unconscious. It was easy enough to save the girl.

But…

What Celty finds hard to do, right in this moment, is to leave this poor, naïve girl into the hands of someone she wouldn't trust to save her life. As she stops her horse by the sidewalk where she's supposed to drop off this teenager, the Dullahan can't help but think something horrible will happen. She wants to grab hold of the young girl and take her far away.

Orihara Izaya is not one to be trusted.

But this is her job. She shouldn't care for a girl stupid enough to fall prey for someone so obvious on making her life hell. Actually, no, Celty shouldn't care at all about this girl. She does not know her. She does affect her life in anyway shape or form. She just wants the money and go back home to Shinra. She shouldn't get involved. That's her job.

Taking her phone out as the teenager got off her horse, Celty types a message for the girl to read. She had meant it to sound harsh and cold, but it surprisingly came out gentler than she had expected.

'This is as far as my job goes.'The girl reads.

She blinks once before nodding, as the Black Rider drives off.

Celty wants to feel indifferent for the cute girl, but the more time she spends without her head, the more human she feels. And with these human emotions comes empathy, and compassion. Whether that is a good or bad thing is not something she knows. But she's worried, and that is something she does know for sure.

Sighing, the Black Rider took an illegal U-turn back to where she had dropped off the girl. She knows she can help her. If she can do this one thing, the girl can live on her life without the hands of doubt and resentment choking her.

She wants Izaya's clutches to be gone for the girl who has so much to live for. It's not right.

But something happens.

Someone calls her, Shinra to be exact.

"I need you to do me a favor," he says. Celty doesn't, or can't, answer, but he knows that she is listening. "I need you to pick something up for me."

"What?" she wants to say

As if hearing her question, Shinra take a deep breath and answers, "There was an accident early today a few miles away from Ikebukuro, an airplane crash, there weren't any survivors. But something was being imported here, something very valuable and I need you see if the artifact is still there. If it isn't there then the police has taken it, or someone stole it."

Celty agrees, only because this person is Shinra, and she would do anything for him.

Neither of those two will know this, but that event was never written in their history. This night is the beginning of a change that was never meant to be.


Everything has changed. No one will notice it though, but one person. It will take time for her to see it, but once she does, nothing she can do will stop it. But for now, nothing much has been different.

The shady man and the temperamental man still hate each other with every fiber in their being. They both dream of ways to kill each other in the most painful of ways. Except, maybe, the dark haired man seems happier than usual.

The two boys sleep. One is excited for a new, quieter life, and the other is nervous. He wishes nothing more than to have the life that he can be proud of and say, "My life is like a rollercoaster."

As the aloof girl sleeps, all she ever dreams is too have that fake parents and that fake life where her pitiful emotions can exist.

The weird group of friends will continue to live their lives as a whole. The two otakus will stay strange, but friendly, while the other two can only shake their heads at their antics. Love will last.

The beautiful head will continue to feel empty, but not look it, as beady eyes stare at it with twisted satisfaction.

These events and feelings have not changed, but it doesn't mean there are none.

The two Russia Sushi employees will protect and look over the girl with the injuries throughout the night, until the day she is safe and sound, and at home.

The airplane that was supposed to land safely for random people will crash as if God simply willed it, and it will cause chaos and death for many.

The Dullahan and her quirky roommate; the Headless Rider will not be where she's supposed to be, and the doctor will want something that he wasn't ever supposed to want.

And the girl with the cute pigtails and dead-like eyes, Kamichika Rio, she will meet her end.

The man with the shady personality grins in glee as the girl, thinking and willing for her parents to feel guilty for her death, jumps off the roof. This time, there was no one there to save her.


AH! I know, I killed RIO! But, as I made my plot, I realized that Celty wouldn't there to save her. I was sad, but I went with it.

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