Chapter 2: Ah…. Shit….

I don't own Durarara! But I do own my OC's

Rated M for cursing.

(P . O . V. Minahe)

Blood…

It slowly drips off my hands…

It covers the walls…

And soon…

I will be nothing but a pile of blood!

"HEY LADY! WAKE UP!"

I gasped and opened my eyes quickly after hearing a guy yelling. My breathing was heavy as if I was just choked. I saw that it was the driver yelling at me to wake up; we had made it to Ikebukuro.

"Finally! Damn it took me a while to wake you up. Well you're here now so get the hell out." He snorted and rubbed under his nose, I saw a line of snot all over his hand as he pulled it away from his nose.

"That's… disgusting…" I mumbled and quickly jumped out of the taxi before he could touch me or something. I walked back to the trunk and popped it open so I could grab my stuff, but before I could he drove off.

"Dammit! Stop!" I yelled but I knew he couldn't hear me.

I sighed a little "I guess he heard me say how disgusting he was…"

"Whatever, I only packed clothes anyway; I'll just buy more if I have to…" I could already tell this was going to be a long week…

I was already uneasy about this "vacation". I knew that a lot was going to happen, I just couldn't put my finger on it.

As I walked the crowded streets of Ikebukuro, I noticed how it was getting darker and darker. It was already 6 o clock. Great. Now I'm going to be out in the streets late when all the bad shit happens.

I could tell that people were looking at me as if I was in the wrong place. I felt like it. I didn't bother to change my clothes so I was still wearing a dark blue vest with a white button down dress shirt. I was wearing khakis that were boot cut at the bottom. I looked like a came out of a old movie or something.

On top of that, I looked creepy. My hair was a jet black color, It was long and my bang sat on the left side of my face. Not the nicest looking person.

As I continued walking the streets I bumped into a tall guy. When I say tall… I mean TALL! This guy was huge! I'm not saying I'm short or anything, but compared to this guy… I looked like a ant.

As I just stood there in shock, the man turned around and looked down at me. He was holding flyers in his hand that said "Sush-"that's all I could see, his big hands were covering everything else.

"Sorry for bumping into yo-"but I was cut off by him "Ah, You come eat sushi, yes?" I could tell he was Russian.

"Um.. I was actually just passin-"but once again I was cut off by him shoving me into a building "It's good! Come try Russia sushi! Not made from humans."

"Will you stop pushing m-"by the time I was done that sentence I was already in a small sushi restaurant, so talking wouldn't matter. "Fine I'll have some sushi…" I rolled my eyes.

The tall man smiled and nodded "It's good, yes?" he asked. My brain finally turned on and I looked at the big man "Simon!" I pointed at him "That's your name right?!"

Simon nodded "You know me, yes?" he asked.

"A friend of mine talked about you once, it's nice to meet you. My name is Chikako Mina-"once AGAIN,I was cut off by him pushing me into a room with a table and 6 rugs on the ground. "Simon knows who you are." He nodded at me then walked out of the room.

He knew who I was…?

I've never met him before, I've just heard about him! How would he know me…

I sat down on one of the rugs puzzled. Ikebukuro has just gotten stranger and stranger.

I must have been lost in thought because the next thing I knew was that there was a plate of mystery sushi sitting in front of me. "Try sushi, it's good, yes?" He nodded then walked out.

"What…the…hell… I don't even know what type of sushi this is!" I mumbled under my breath so that Simon wouldn't hear and come and beat me up or something.

I just decided to eat it; I mean I had nothing else to eat so might as well.

As I began eating the mystery sushi, I heard someone enter the shop. After a few minutes of whispering coming out from the main room, someone entered the area I was eating in.

I knew exactly who it was. I know a lot about this person, and they know a lot about me.

"Long time no see Minahe-chan!"

"Same to you Izaya…" I mumbled under my breath, keeping my head down.

What the hell, how did he know I was here!? Did Simon tell him or something…? What is going on here?!

"You don't seem to thrilled that I came to see you! And after such a long walk, I thought you would at least appreciate it a little!" He smirked.

He was wearing the same thing I last saw him wearing; I guess he doesn't like a change in wardrobe…

"What do you want Izaya…?" I asked and glared up at him.

"Oh what? I can't see a good friend of mine that came to visit?"

"Not when I don't know how you knew I was here."

He leaned on the wall and smirked down at me, as if he was going to overpower me or something. "I can tell when a good friend is in town."

I stood up with my head hanging low "You're a liar…" I grinded my teeth.

"That's not nice calling me a liar, after so much we have been through!?"

In a blink of an eye my fist was deep in the wall, right next to Izaya's head. If I was a inch closer… I could have hurt him. I couldn't tell if I aimed at his head and just missed… or if I was just trying to scare him.

"Shut the hell up you flea!" I yelled and glared at him. All this time, he was smiling.

SMILING!? THAT COCKY LITTLE BASTARD I'LL…!

I pulled my fist out of the wall as I saw Simon looking straight at me.

I walked past Izaya with my head down so I wouldn't make direct eye contact with him. I knew that Izaya wanted to see if I had my anger problems still. He was trying to push me over the edge, and it almost happened.

Yes, I have anger issues. I've had them since I was a little kid, and with my anger issues, comes strength. I have been able to control it ever since I got out of this damn city. I knew I should have stayed away from here… I just knew it…

I took out my black wallet and threw 30 dollars onto the counter "Here… that's for the sushi…" I grumbled and stormed out of there. I thought I heard Izaya laughing right before I left… I have to ignore it…

By now, it was around 7:30, time passes quickly here. Well, just until sun down then the real party starts. Bad shit starts happening everywhere you look.

Since I had nowhere to go, I thought I could wonder around and look at how much Ikebukuro has changed since I've been here last.

Seeing everything really does bring back memories. Some good memories, others bad. That doesn't matter though, let's not go there…

I ran my fingers through my hair sighing. I was a hopeless mess! I mean, I had money, but my luggage was now gone. On top of that, nowhere to live. Oh god…. I'M A HOBO!

I slapped my forehead "Why the hell am I thinking this way…" I sighed and stopped walking after I noticed where I was. It's not a popular place or anything; it's just a place I remember.

I watched as the trains passed by each other below me. I was on a small by pass that was right above a railroad track. A lot of bad shit happens here, not the greatest place for a rich hobo to be walking around. You never really saw many cars here. I guess it was a place to be alone, but at the same time it's dangerous.

That's when I heard the tacking of someone's shoes hitting the pavement, but when I turned around I saw nothing. "I sometimes wonder if this city is a ghost town… with all the shit that happens here I wouldn't be surprised"

I continued walking alone; the street light was very dim. I didn't feel too comfortable about being out anymore, but I always felt that way in this city.

Once again I heard the tacking of someone's shoes, but when I checked no one was behind me. That's when I just decided to look back and stare for a while. If someone was walking behind me, I would see the little sneaky bastard now…

I stood there for at least five minutes looking stupid staring at nothing. Ugh! I'm a idiot for standing there all that time!

As I turned around I felt someone grabbed my wrist, a man standing in front of me. He was holding a knife in one hand, he looked like a creep. He was wearing all black with a red scarf around his neck. Was he a part of a color gang…?

"You seem like one of dem` fancy chicks." He smirked and held my wrist tighter. I guess he thought that it was ACTUALLY hurting me. "I suggest you let me go…" I rolled my eyes. He just smirked a little and held his knife to my stomach.

"So since you look like one of dem rich folks... I'ma need ya to hand me all your money." He spat and started to press the knife a little into my skin. I heard some of my blood drip to the ground but I still didn't move.

"So what happens if I don't hand over all my cash?" I asked calmly.

"Then I'll have to cut up that pretty little face of yours!" He ran the knife right on my cheek, cutting it a little. I felt some blood roll down my cheek.

I don't remember the next few seconds all that great.

I just remember me pointing a gun where the guy was standing just a few seconds ago, until a mailbox passed by and sent him flying at least 30 feet.

I shoved the gun back into my pocket and turned to where the mailbox came from.

Standing there casually was an old friend of mine.

"Good to see you, Shizuo."

(Ok so heres chapter 2! If you liked it, why not add it to your faves? Or leave a comment? I plan on updating soon like I promised! )