Here is the new installment to my latest series. I do apologize for my flaws in my writing. I usually have spell check do that for me, but yeah. I'll try to pay attention the little details.

Disclaimer: I don't hold any rights to Durarara.

Chapter 2

Mikado slowly and gradually opened his eyes. The light was terribly bright, turning away Mikado took in his surroundings. Incoherent, Mikado fumbled off the mattress.

"Ah, you're awake."

Startled, Mikado looked up in the direction of the male voice. The man was tall and slim. His hair was just as black as Mikado's. The man was average to say the least the only thing that seemed different was the face he carried, it held an untrustworthy sinister smile and his eyes very cold and calculating. Not only that too, but the black cloak he wore spelled dangerous all over.

"Um, who are you? Where am I?"

"Me? Why, I'm the one who rescued you and gave you a place to sleep, in other words I'm your savior. Orihara Izaya at your service."

The man name Izaya politely bowed in front of Mikado,

"I can tell you're not from around these parts, you're dressed so strangely. Maybe I should be the one asking who are you and why you are here?"

Izaya walked circles around Mikado as if taunting him, but at the same time those cold eyes looked over him from head to toe.

Gulp.

"My name is Ryuugamine Mikado and…well…I would like to know where I am please."

"Hm, you did say the magical words. Though I must say I think you should be asking me what time I'm in rather than where."

Shivers shot through Mikado when Izaya hands grasped both ends of his shoulder and as he was pushed towards a window. Immediately Mikado's eye's widened immensely at what he gazed at. They stood a top of a tower that loomed over a small city, better phrased as a village. Medieval village to be precise, everything looked gothic Victorian and steampunk like. Vines grew along almost every mossy cobblestone building. Everyone looked and dressed differently. There were no cars only horse drawn carriages. Mikado was speechless. He stood watching the scenery was an open mouth. Izaya was very amused,

"This is the sixteenth century, and may I ask what century you preside in?"

"…Eh? Oh um I come from that twenty third century…"

Izaya gasped, Mikado winced.

"My, my that is pretty far. You stick out like a sore thumb with your strange future clothes."

"Eh?..."

Mikado supposed he was right, compared to the older man Mikado's clothes really did stick out. He highly doubted he would spot anyone else wearing a green and white jacket with jeans and converse. Which reminded him, who was he going to get back to his own time? It hadn't even occurred to Mikado, and then he remembered the words of the lab technician. "This device will allow you to come out of the game. All you have to do is press the red button on the side…" The watch!

Mikado looked down at his wrist, but the watch was gone. He checked his pockets and basically every part of his body for the watch.

"Did I drop it..." muttering to himself.

"Looking for something?"

Once again facing Izaya, Mikado bowed in apology looking quite flustered. It was kind of cute seeing him that way.

"Y-yes! You wouldn't perhaps happen to see a watch around here or when you found me…would you?"

"Watch?"

Mikado supposed watches weren't invented yet during this time. He could have sworn they were, but he always did daze out in history so he wouldn't know.

"Um…watch…uh…miniature clock? Circle…time…strap….red button." Mikado became embarrassed each second he tried to explain to the confused Izaya what a clock would look like, he even failed at hand gestures.

"I haven't the slightest clue on what you're talking about." Shrugged Izaya, "Is this whatchamacallit relevant to your return home to your own time?"

Mikado nodded, "Well I think it will! I must find it! If you don't mine Orihara-san could you please take me to the location of where you found me?"

"Now hold on."

"?" Mikado stared at Izaya with his big innocent blue eyes.

"You can't just go rushing off like that. It's very dangerous out there. Not many people are fond of outsiders, especially ones that don't look like they belong. You should take precautions Mikado. Let me guide you after all no one knows this village better than I."

"W-would you really? I hate having to trouble you this much and we hardly even know each other."

Izaya hugged and patted Mikado on the shoulder softly, "It's no trouble, you can pay me back in due time, for now let's worry about your clothes."

"M-my clothes?"

After some rummaging Izaya managed to find some clothes that fit Mikado's very slender figure. The only problem was, is that the outfit was a women's gown. Izaya somehow managed to convince Mikado to wear it and that no one would suspect a thing, but Mikado dare not question the man that saved him. It was better than nothing, but five minutes later Mikado was already sweating bullets. The gown was highly uncomfortable, heavy, and tight. Mikado became exhausted after a couple minutes of walking. He never was an athletic type, so his stamina isn't what it should be adding heavy clothing plus walking plus a blazing sun didn't equal an easy walk in the park.

"Um Orihara-san where are we going?"

"Hm? Oh if you don't mind, I want to make one quick stop before we get down to business. If you would please stand right there and wait for me."

Izaya entered into one of the stone buildings. Mikado stood in the blazing sun, he wanted so bad to stand in the shade and he was going to until something caught his eye. Mikado then heard the sound of a horse, and galloping of hooves coming straight towards him.

It was fast, and sudden. Whoever was on the horse that was charging towards Mikado swept him off his feet and yanked Mikado onto the back of the horse. Mikado didn't understand what had just happen, but he knew well enough to hang on because he didn't want to fall off. Looking up at his kidnapper he saw a figure of a women in black and looking up even farther he noticed this women had no head, only what looked like black smoke came from her neck. Mikado's eyes widen tremendously.

'What have I gotten myself into now!'

A distance away back to where Mikado was swept off his feet, cold eyes looked out to the galloping horse behind the blinds of a window. A snicker escaped the lips of none other than Izaya whose body now facing away from the window and whose eyes were now glancing at Mikado's "missing" watch.

"Finally things can get interesting. Poor Mikado, I should probably fetch him from that evil horseman hahaha."

Mikado opened one eye when the horse came to a complete stop. It seemed they stopping within the gates of a medieval castle. Before Mikado's curious eyes could wonder anywhere the horse rode into the stables.

"Celty! Your home!"

Rushing into the stables appeared a lanky looking man in glasses and a white robe. He stopped firmly to take a good look at Mikado who was still on the back of the horse along with the headless woman named Celty.

"Eh? Who's this? That's not the princess."

Jumping off the horse Celty hands manifest words onto a piece of parchment paper that she took out beforehand. [How was I to know what the princess looked like? Your crude drawing of her didn't help in the least.]

"It wasn't that horrible. Oh what are we going to do now? I mean I have to admit this boy does have a striking resemblance to the princess."

[Boy?]

'Oh no! I've been found out!' Mikado's face reached a new level of worry and panic. Celty came up to Mikado and wrote on the paper,

[You're a boy? Why are you wearing a dress?]

"Um….it's…it's a long story…you wouldn't believe me if I told you…"

"Never mind that, I'm Kishitani Shinra, what's your name?"

"Ryuugamine Mikado."

"Hm, well Mikado we will keep your secret, but you have to do us a favor."

"W-what is it?"

The apparent doctor smiled deviously. Mikado sweat dropped.

"Pretend to be the princess."

"EH!"

TBC

Yay, for those who guess Izaya from the previous chapter, good job. Stay tuned.