It's Time is by Imagine Dragons

I don't own Durarara!


- Mikado

As he watched his best friend of over six years leave Orihara-san's office with a suspicious-looking cloth bag, Mikado couldn't help but feel a little excited. It looked like he'd been right. There was no way the information broker would simply ask for money this time. Instead, it seemed he had entrusted him with something.

What did he give him? Where would he keep it? How long would it be until someone else found out? Mikado doubted Kida-kun could survive long keeping such a secret.

Did Kida-kun go to the office because of him? Out of all the questions that bombarded his head, this one he could answer. He was glad he let his friend find out about the Dollars after he caught him checking his computer last week.

Once he was sure the blond was far enough away, Mikado stepped out of the convenience store he'd been watching him from. Deciding to walk home so as to conserve money by not paying a bus or taxi fare, he began the long trek back to his apartment.

He could take his time; his homework for the weekend was finished. Heck, his homework for the next five days was already done, to make time for anything he might need to… take care of.

Suddenly, Mikado wondered if Kida-kun had finished his work. He'd feel very guilty if his plans caused his dear friend to fall behind in his classes. Kida-kun was no longer in the student council (In fact, he had joined the Art Club, only to find Kuronuma-kun there, too!), but that didn't mean he could just slack off in school!

Shaking his head, Mikado realized he'd arrived back in Ikebukuro. The flashing lights, the speeding cars, the bustling people all with stories to tell he loved it here.

He loved it even more when he spotted Heiwajima-san. Come to think of it, the debt collector down the sidewalk still didn't know about the return of a certain informant in Shinjuku, did he? He had to think of something, quick.

His mouth forming a small, discreet smile, Mikado broke into a run. As he ran, he imagined Izaya-san moving a new piece onto his game board. To Izaya-san, three pieces had probably entered the game: Mikado, Masaomi, and now Shizuo-san (Was he missing anyone? Was Anri-san already in?). But to Mikado, there were four players including himself. He wanted the informant to play a round too.

Mikado ran until he crashed into Shizuo-san.

"H-Heiwajima-san! U-Uh, I'm so sorry, I was just…" Mikado caught his breath and smiled nervously as always. "I was just looking for my friend. I kinda… lost him…"

"The Yellow Bandana kid?" Shizuo-san looked down and asked.

He forced a sheepish smile. Does he mean the Yellow Scarves? Mikado wasn't sure how he could get that wrong, seeing how well-known the gang had been. Then again, Anri-san once mentioned hearing him say he sucked at names.

"Y-Yeah, Masaomi from the Yellow Scarves," Mikado tried to explain, "you see, he just came back from Shinjuku and we agreed to meet somewhere and now I can't find him and he was meeting some really important guy and—" Shizuo-san cut him off.

"This really important guy, what was his name?"

Mikado gulped, pretending to be worried. He had acted perfectly.

"I-Izay—"

"THAT FLEA!" he was gone before Mikado could blink.

It was amazing how the man could so easily forget everything, just drop it all instantly to chase someone else. If they didn't hate each other, it would actually be romantic. Was Karisawa-san rubbing off on him?

Unless Orihara-san was stalking someone right now, he was in for a surprise. Either way, Heiwajima-san would get involved now that he knew his mortal enemy was using a "kid" as his puppet.


"... And that's how I spent my amazing, passionate evening yesterday!"

Mikado sighed. He should have expected as much from Kida-kun, who was currently winking at Sonohara-san on the side. Any utterance of a question would result in a dramatic speech following the tale of his magnificent lovey-dovey escapades.

"So what you're saying is that Sonohara-san went with you to Sunshine 60 to help you recruit beautiful young women into your underage harem?" Mikado said flatly, doubting every word that came from his mouth (partly because he had witnessed his actual evening and partly because no sane person would believe that). "Sonohara-san?" He decided to check with the schoolgirl just for fun.

The girl smiled softly and shook her head. "I was learning a new tiramisu recipe at home."

"Oh!" Came Mikado's reply, "I wasn't- I wasn't interrogating you or anything! Did it sound that way?" He blushed fiercely.

"No, not at all!" Sonohara-san frantically but gently shook her head. "I just thought I should state my business."

'State her business'? Oh no, I really did sound like a police officer! But if she'd actually just wanted to share her new recipe… Had he come off as disinterested? Uhh... what to say now…

"Look at you two lovebirds, making each other blush!" Kida-kun abruptly interrupted. Perfect timing. "You're not about to leave me for him, are you, my dear ero-ero Anri-chan?" The bright-eyed boy always knew how to read the room well.

Sonohara-san shook her head. "You don't have to worry about us," she reassured him with a smile as they split off into different corridors.

Mikado walked into his and Sonohara-san's classroom and discreetly pulled out his phone. They sat at opposite ends of the room, so he didn't have to worry about her catching him. Arriving ten minutes early every day suddenly began have its perks.

He grinned a little as he checked Dollars website. So that had been Masaomi's move. He was cleverer and more resourceful than people gave him credit for, as evidenced by the words on his flip-phone screen. A worthy opponent in this game Mikado had envisioned and begun for himself.
He glanced at the fateful words on the screen one last time before closing his phone.

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He chuckled as the first class of the day began.