Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara. But, I do own my OCs.

Chapter 2: Suspicion, Offline Suicide Meetings, and the Past

After accepting the message, Lia's phone rang again and another message appeared in her inbox with a password to the Dollars' website. As she kept walking towards the school, she felt a pair of eyes watching her. Lia whipped her head around and to her disappointment, saw no one there.

Removing the binoculars from his eyes, Izaya watched as the teen kept walking. His reddish brown eyes lit up in amusement, concocting a way to let him and the teen meet. It would only be a matter of time until she would get involved into the war.

He opened the laptop and logged onto the chat room.

Kanra has logged on

TarouTanaka has logged on

Setton has logged on

Rei has logged on

Rei: Hello.

TarouTanaka: Hello.

Setton: Hello.

Kanra: Hello Rei-kun~

Rei: H-hello Kanra-san… -_-"

Kanra: Does anyone know about the offline suicide meetings?

TarouTanaka: Offline suicide meetings?

Setton: You mean the ones where people meet and commit suicide with a stranger?

Kanra: Yeah~

Rei: Why would anyone do that?

Kanra: Because they think that life's not worth it?~

Reading the last comment Kanra sent, it made her angry at the fact that people would want to throw their life away just because life was getting bad. Why does it matter if you're depressed, it's not like life isn't worth living. At that thought, she remembered the faces of resentful parents and a disappointed little brother.

Back then, it felt as if she was suffocating with all the restrictions her parents had set. They never agreed with anything she did, whether it was her grades or whenever she wanted to show them that she learned something new in school. They only cared about her brother's achievements.

Shaking her head, she tried to push those thoughts away and didn't want to look at the old scars on her wrists hiding underneath her sleeves. She wasn't suicidal, but that didn't mean she didn't hate herself. In fact, she hated everything about herself from physical appearances to her personality.

Looking back at the screen, she saw that the rest of the conversation was going on without her.

Unfortunately for her, she didn't have anything else to say.

She logged off the chat room and decided to sleep.

Masaomi lied on his bed, thinking about yesterday's events.

His friend Mikado had just moved to Ikebukuro and being the good friend he was, he warned him about the Dollars, Shizuo Heiwajima, Izaya Orihara and told him about places he could take a girlfriend to. They met Kadota, Erika, Walker, Togusa, saw a flying vending machine and even Izaya.

He didn't really expect to introduce Mikado to Izaya. Masaomi hoped that Mikado wouldn't end up like him when he met Izaya. But, there was a chance that might not happen.

Maybe this time, he would be able to get over Saki and maybe not get involved with his former gang, the Yellow Scarves. He wanted to have a normal life without worrying about gang fights, Saki and even Izaya. He wanted to have fun, make some new friends if possible, flirt with girls and try to keep Mikado away from Izaya.

It was impossible for any of this to happen. Even if he didn't know it, Masaomi didn't realize that he was still running away from his fears. He regretted not being able to help Saki, and for not being able to visit her in the hospital.

People could change who they are after all even if you did something you weren't supposed to do, you are still yourself. Nothing ever stays the same. The same could be said for Mikado, Masaomi and even yourself.

Author's note: This chapter feels so depressing...It may contain mistakes or suck. Please review and maybe give some constructive criticism.