Hello! And thank you for coming to read Chapter One of To Hell and Back! Sorry this took longer to post up then I expected. I had finished writing it in my Civil War class a few days back but didn't really get around to typing it up untill right now. Originally Roppi's freak out session was a bit longer but I felt that it got a little excessive so I'm going to save the bits I took out and maybe spread them into chapter two somewhere! I would like to also give a special shout out thanks to those who reviewed! IisHari-chan, Tamnyan (whose Shizaya story To Lie in Wait is like my crack right now if you haven't read it yet I totally recommend that you do), and of course my friend Fair Weather Tyrant! I would also like to thank Tamnyan for pointing out the grammar mistakes that I had. I fixed the summary this time :D I hope xD my computer is rather laggy and doesn't like to listen... not to metion lacks in spell check lol.

Anyway! I hope you all enjoy! Please review it is like my feul!

Disclaimer: Durarara and its lovely characters do not belong to me neither do the fan made alternates... no matter how much I wish I did

Demons...

There are several different interpretations of their kind. Angels who revolted against heaven, Monsters who prey on humans, Evil spirits who possess the souls of wicked or innocent souls, Beautiful creatures who swoon you before dragging your soul to hell... The different pictures are endless! One thing stood true with all of them though. That is they are evil, sinister, deadly, and should never be crossed ever!

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And then there was Tsukishima.

Tsukishima wasn't your typical demon. He wasn't much of a demon at all to be honest. He was shy beyond belief, often retreating behind his large scarf with nearly every emotions that he felt run through his being not to mention whenever another demon got within a thirty step radius of him. Where other demons varied from obnoxious to sauve Tsuki could barely form a sentence let alone speak above that of a whisper. Not to mention he would get lost even if you stuck him in a room with one exit, would often trip over his own two feet, would cry if he saw a dead puppy, couldn't lie to save his life, and had never succeded at a single job he was ever giving (whether it be collectiong souls, making a contract, the poor soul couldn't even seduce people). You could say he was a doormat, nuisance, and a disgrace to the name of demons but Tsuki found it much easier this way. He would rather let himself be pushed around then piss off the wrong demon and have to pay for it.

So the other demons did what any other creature would do, and that was shove the problem as far away and out of sight as they could get. That way they wouldn't have to deal with it anymore.

Out of sight out of mind, ne?

Tsuki didn't mind this, even if it did mean he was stuck wandering the vast plains of hell in search of the souls that had wandered astray from the gates. Plucking them up he would stuff them in his messanger bag till it was full and then endeavor to find his way back to Hell's Gate to return them to the gatekeeper where they may receive their proper judgement.

The one thing though that Tsuki disliked about this job, was that when he touched a soul he felt what that person was like in life and saw them in their last moments. And since this was Hell the majority of people were dark, cold, and slimy on the inside much similar to that of sludge and their final moments could sometimes become very... graphic.

Tsuki opened his bag carefully and peered inside at the contents. He watched the small the little sould wriggle around inside in discomfort as they were all cramped inside unable to escape their bag prison. He tried to recall how many were inside there.

"157...no...160..." he muttered.

His bag would soon be full and he lamented at this fact. He hated trying to find his way back. It was nothing but fire and brimstone around here. He carefully closed and latched the bag shut before continuing his way across the barren plain the horizon seeming shaking with the heat rising from the ground.

It was always hot in hell but today was particularily a scorching day. Beads of sweat grew on Tsuki's brow forcing him to wipe his forehead on occassion. His face was flushed red, his conserved clothes aiding to his discomfort as he tugged on his scarf, but he would never remove it. He hadn't seen a soul for a good few miles now and he silently wished there was an easier way to locate them. He was just about to take a little break when something in the distance caught his attention. At first he thought it was some unfortunate demon who got lost out here, but the longer he stared he started to make out what it really was though he didn't think he could believe it.

It wasn't a demon, but a person, a soul from the looks of the faint glow and nearly transparent appearence.

But he had never seen a soul that took on its human shape without passing through the gates first! That was made him thinking his weary eyes were just playing trick on him. He blinked a few times and then rubbed his eyes repeatedly trying to wipe this illusion away, but when he looked again the figure was still in the distance laying there. So Tsuki set the strap of his messager bag over his shoulder and made his way to where the stranger layed.

The closer he got to it the more he could make out more features of it. It was indeed a soul as he deduced earlier, male, rather thin compared to most human males, he had raven colored hair as black as night but skin as pale as death. Of course he was nude you took nothing with you in death not even your clothes, but his lower region was hidden from the eyes but a glow almost like a censor. Another thing he noticed that was sad, was that this particular male was what the humans would call a 'teen'. It was safe to assume that the cause for the young one's death was none other then teen suicide. It wasn't the first time Tsuki had come across a teen like this one it seemed to be a huge cause of death of the young humans now adays and had grown in popularity all over the world. It made the blonde demon wonder what was so bad that made these creatures feel that death was the only option for them.

Tsuki was now standing over the spirit male looking down on him still at a loss of what exactly he was to do. He certainly couldn't fit the male into his bag. Seemed like he had to make a trip back to the gate earlier then he suspected how depressing.

He then noticed that the small spirit began to stir from his slumber a little bit. Most likely due to the fact Tsuki's shadow stretched across his body like a shield from the unforgiving harshness of Hell's sun. Soon the boy's eyes opened to reveal a pair of deep crimson eyes that were very similar to Tsuki's own pair. That surprised the young demon a bit.

"Where am I?"

The raven male spoke in a slightly raspy voice as if his throat had gone dry. He looked around with a hazy look glazing over his eyes, not completely aware of his surroundings.

"Hell."

Tsuki said simply. There was no sense lieing to the dead especially the dead here they were in Hell they at least deserved a little honesty since they were going to suffer for eternity. It seemed that it took a moment for his words to sink into the raven's head because there was a delay between his answer and the reaction of the raven haired male. The raven sat up abrupt and wide eyed with disbelief and shook as he frantically surveyed his surroundings like a confused animal. Tsuki could see as realization of the truth flooded those crimson eyes which caused a sense of pity and sadness to tug at his chest. He hated having to take these poor souls in most of all, since they were so young and most just didn't know that this fate would befall them or how truely awful it would be. Sadly this was his job and he was bound to do what he had to do no matter how much pity he felt toward the souls.

"Aha...haha... Hell... Hell you say...?"

Tsuki snapped out of thought as he watched as the spirit rose up to his feet swaying slightly as if horribly off balanced. He had no time to answer as the male slumped his head forward and then snapped it back bursting into a laughing fit,

"AHA! HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"

The laughter sounded like that of a sane man who had suddenly gone mad. It was warped, twisted and sent shivers down the spine. Tsuki, a demon for crying out loud, even stepped back to make some distance between them as he gripped his scarf in paranoid, nervous fear. He didn't say anything funny so he was at a loss of what was wrong with this crazy spirit. Maybe he misjudged.

"Oh how funny! What a deliciously bitter and twisted turn of events! What was that theory you had big brother? That death meant to become nothing? That there was nothing after you die? That you CEASCED TO EXIST?" The raven continued to laugh his sick hysteria growing louder and louder as he now scratched at his face and pulled his hair viciously keeping his head snapped before slumping it forward again with a crazed expression and a terrifying smirk that curled along his lips.

"HAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA! Its so funny! So FUNNY!"

The laughter died suddenly as the crazed crimson eyes landed on Tsuki causing the demon to squeak a little as he was observed.

"So what are you supposed to be? A demon?"

Tsuki gripped the fabric of his scarf tightly expressing his uneasy.

"Y-yes."

And with that the male broke out into dark psychotic giggles though his expression was enough to let Tsuki know he wasn't laughing because he thought it was funny. He was dismayed. Was this some strange way humans coped? Tsuki didn't get this process at all. He then took a quick step back as he realized that the male was coming toward him in swayed steps.

"So what now hm? Are you going to drag me to a burning pit so I can suffer for eternity? Oh! Or maybe you will brand me and make me a slave cursing me to a life of hard labor and torture! No no how about you will devour my soul? So? How does it work here? Huh? HOW!"

Tsuki tried to step back again but the male reached up and seized him weakly by his scarf. He could hear behind the crazed, dismayed tone the teen's voice was wavering and weak as if at any moment he could just break into sobs. This reawakened Tsuki's tugging pity and desire to embrace the poor spirit.

"Well? ANSWER ME!"

The demand caused Tsuki to start shaking a little and he just kept staring down at him unsure what to tell him.

"A-answer me... damn you..."

As suspected the male broke into sobs as he weakly pounded the demon's chest as he fell against him his whole body trembling from the sobs and his own weakness.

"I... I don't know... I'm sorry... my job is just to take lost souls to the gate."

Tsuki finally spoke. The pounding on his chest didn't phase him in truth he barely felt them and he stayed still allowing the weakened spirit to fall against him and cry. Though Tsuki wanted to wrap his arms around him and comfort the raven, he was still hesitant to doing so. There was a long moment of silence between them. The only sound being the spirit's sobs. After who knows how long the blonde demon broke the silence.

"Please... what's your name?" he spoke softly.

Another moment of silence.

"Hachimenroppi... Roppi."

"Roppi..."

The raven spirit known as Roppi spoke and Tsuki repeatedly gently mostly to himself so he wouldn't forget. What the spirit asked next though surprised him.

"What's your name demon?"

It wasn't really everyday that his name was asked. What with him being out here collecting souls and other demons not caring enough to get familar with others. Names didn't really matter much here unless they held a lot of weight like Beezlebub or Astaroth for example.

"Tsukishima..."

"I'm going to call you Tsuki."

And before he knew it Tsuki had found himself with a nickname and a spirit that he had to lead back to Hell's Gate.