Author's Note: This Chapter will introduce a brand new OC! Will he be good? Will he be bad? I don't know because quite frankly I'm seeing colored spots at the moment (DAMN YOU MOUNTAIN DEW!) Also, I don't think I did this when I started the story: I do not own Durarara! Also, back in Chapter 5, I may have screwed up. I meant to have Kazuya a year older but in the same grade as the main characters Mikado and the others, but odds are that I just blew that chance to hell. Please forgive any confusion
Chapter 6: A Common Threat
The following morning, police were called in for action. They were informed of a gang war being fought in the middle of a large storage facility in Ikebukuro. After hearing from the caller that the assaulters wore purple items, everyone came to the same conclusion: the Purple Scorpions have struck again. Over the past few weeks, the Purple Scorpions have been the reason behind a majority of calls to the police lately. Today however, they were baffled by a new factor. Purple Scorpions were attacked by Purple Scorpions. The members who were found with several broken bones explained that the last thing they remember was being attacked by other Purple Scorpions. A truly odd sight. Why would the Scorpions attack themselves? While the normal police were investigating the situation, an odd car with police lights pulled into the facility. It was rather battered and scratched on several places, and the glass around the left light is broken off entirely. The driver's door on the right side opens and a tall man stepped out.
He was 6'2, wore a brown trench coat, a blue suit beneath it, and had shoulder length unkempt hair and grey eyes. He approached the normal police and presented his identification; a formal introduction.
"My name's Kenshin Sanada, I'm an investigator for these kinds of situations."
"What do you mean 'these kinds of situations'?" One of the cops asked.
"Gang wars. I came all the way up from Kyushu where the Red Fangs have made some of the cities down there a nightmare."
"Oh, now I recognize you." The eldest cop pointed out.
"You're the investigator who tried to bring down the whole Red Fangs for the past few years. You even got into a fist fight with their leader a while ago and ended up in the hospital."
"That's me."
Sanada walked past the three speaking to him and walked toward the fight scene. Several pieces of fighting equipment were outlined with chalk on the ground. Kenshin Sanada went through every form of scenario and different possibilities and variables. Within mere minutes, he came to a conclusion. He dug his right hand into his coat pocket and pulled out a box of cigarettes. He pulled one out and a lighter. He lit it, took on breath, and released it.
"Okay…I've figured everything out." The three cops from earlier were unsurprisingly shocked.
"How…?" the second eldest asked.
"Well it's all really simple, when you think about it. But before I tell you what happened, let's get a psyche profile here."
He takes another breath through his cigarette.
"This isn't just some gang civil war or a fight for territory. At least not the end result. According to what I heard over the phone a few minutes before I got here, the original plan was for those scumbags…"
he points the cigarette hand at the group of bandaged Purple Scorpions.
"Were planning on beating down a new gang calling themselves the Orange Flames. Everything was going to plan. That was, until a new group showed up."
He takes another breath of the cigarette.
"Now these guys coming up, they're the real Purple Scorpions. I've been hearing through the streets that someone has taken the reigns of being the leader of the Purple Scorpions. As you can guess, not everyone is welcoming the new boss. So, to prove he's in charge, the boss decides to go through an entire change of operation for the group. He's got a van carrying five guys and that includes himself: two fighters, back-up, and a driver. He hangs out in the alley across the street in the van, waiting for the right time to strike. Now this boss isn't some kinda pushover. He's not a random guy who commits crimes of passion. He's got a plan; maybe he didn't know exactly what he was gonna do but he's got a pretty good idea."
He takes another breath of the cigarette and begins pacing around.
"Now this new boss, let's call him Shin, doesn't want to just randomly beat down guys. He wants to be noticed, to be seen what he's doing. So rather than committing a sneak attack, he goes for flare. He has the driver slam the van through the fence and waits at that spot where the turning tread tracks end."
He points his finger toward a stopped set of tracks near the broken down entrance.
"They let the element of surprise set in and charge the van forward. Pulls of an awesome u-turn, back door opens and the three fighters pop out. They bring a beat down on in seconds. According to those guys one was an acrobatic, one was a puncher, and the boss was using a wooden bat. Now this boss has got one hell of a swing. He's pretty strong, almost as tough as a certain blonde guy around these parts…almost. Using that kinda muscle with a bat should be enough to kill man in a single swing. But that's when we notice the smallest details."
He takes a breath of the cigarette and points to the middle man in the middle of the group of injured hang members.
"That guy noticed a key clue here. He said that the boss kept his left hand in his black pea coat pocket. That, is a key piece for a good psyche profile."
He resumes his pacing around the area as the three cops followed him.
"This guy keeps using a single hand and not using both hands. This guy is not dangerous, at least not to us."
"How do you figure?"
"Because he's a nice guy. Nice guys don't kill. If he used both hands he could break a lot more than just a few bones. So this guy is holding back the entire time, not going all-out at anytime for any reason. A nice guy gang leader…"
he takes a breath of his cigarette. It's finish now, so he drops it and puts it out with his left foot.
"What is this world coming to?"
He resumes his pacing as the cops follow and write down everything he says.
"Now everyone is beaten down, the Orange Flames run away and don't come back. Mission accomplished?"
"Yes?"
"No. One guy stays behind. A psychopath, a real monster. Something the boss has never seen. Sousuke Yagami. I recognize this style of destruction."
"Who's that?"
"The leader of the Red Fangs. He's the guy who kicked my ass back in Asakura in the Fukuoka Prefecture. He's got murder, arson, burglary, assault, and a whole bunch of crap on that list, making him the most dangerous man in Japan pretty much."
"Why would he show up here?"
"You know frankly, I can never figure out that guy's game. Everything he does is random and usually results in well…this."
He stops in front of a burnt down storage unit, where the main danger of this investigation is the focus.
"Most likely, he's gotten bored of the whole damn Kyushu region and all the cities he's raised hell in. Now he's most likely looking for kicks and started to pick a fight with the Purple Scorpions' boss. He tested the guy by throwing a burning cocktail into this storage unit. The boss runs in and tries to put it out. Then…"
"It all goes up in flames. Do you think the guy lived?"
"Gang mentality is 'leave the dead'. So, he's most likely recovering somewhere not in a hospital to avoid us. And that's the story."
The three cops finished writing everything down and closed their notebooks.
"So, what do we do?"
"…Nothing."
"What?"
"Sousuke and the Shin? Those guys are smart enough not to leave anything behind. That's why Shin wears a pink scarf and a beanie with a rabbit sewn in it. Not only is he hiding his identity, but he's making it hard to peg him personality wise. He fights like a monster and does it with odd attire. Plus, I can tell already that the bat he dropped over there is useless for fingerprints. Besides, even if he didn't wear any gloves then the fire would've cleaned them off for him. All we need to do is clean up. There's a war of vendetta going on around here and we're just caught in the crossfire."
He turns around and began walking back to his car.
"All we need to do is duck the bullets."
He sat down in his car and drove off without any hesitation. He looks around the car as he drove it and saw the various damages. The interior was just as torn up as the outside, with several pieces of it just decaying. Sanada takes a breath, and looks out the window.
"It's been a long while, Sousuke, since that day. When you took everything from me…"
Sanada comes to a red light and looks back in the car. Right on the dashboard in front of the speedometer was a picture. It was a much cleaner shaven and younger Kenshin Sanada, standing next to a beautiful woman as she held a young child. All formal attire and smiles from each of them.
"You took everything from me, Sousuke. You're a damn monster. You may have taken the entire Kyushu region, but you won't take this city."
He looks back up to pay attention to the road.
"I just need to find out who the leader of the Scorpions is. Once I do that, than I can finally make you pay for what you've done to me…"
He reaches with his left hand to a small opening between his seat and the passenger seat. He pulls out a revolver, which looked rather rusted. He comes to another red light, and takes this time to check the chamber. It only has one bullet. A bullet for a single target. He closes the chamber and began driving when the red light ended.
"Who are you, Shin…?"
Ohhhhh….my head. What the hell did I do last night? Did someone slip a roofie in my soda? Well I hate the idea of the damn thing, Shinji once told me something relating to that damn drug: Roofies, a better way to say you love her. I always wonder why the hell I hang out with him. Wait, no time for that! Where am I? Last thing I remember: some badassery on my part, some new friends, and a bunch of losers. Wait…I remember meeting some new guy. Orange hair…biker outfit…something about Costa Rica. Oh wait, now I remember! Sousuke Yagami, the leader of the Red Fangs lit a box of fireworks on fire, I was stupid enough to approach it, it blew up in my face, and then…here. Well that's odd. I guess I better get up them. I cracked open my eyes and saw a ceiling I didn't recognize. I tried to lean up, but I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I leaned back down and decided to just turn my head and look somewhere.
First left: I saw a small table with two small chairs on each side of it in front of a window that overlooked the city. I looked right and saw a normal wall. I then noticed the floor. Judging by the light brown material and the fact that I'm in a futon, this is very normal Japanese room. This concludes that I'm still in Japan thankfully. The pain in my chest finally settled and I leaned up. I looked around and still saw this room as rather normal. I looked under the covers to see that I was wearing the same black pants from last night but they now come with singe marks. I also saw a bandages and patches here and there on my chest. I was finally able to stand up and move around. I rolled my shoulders one at a time and knocked loose a few knots. I saw my black pea coat, beanie, and pink scarf neatly folded in a pile. I put on my coat first and simply put my scarf and my beanie in my coat pockets. I saw the door to the room and walked out. I was in a rather impressive apartment hallway. I looked around and saw my shoes by the entrance. I heard some chatter coming from down the hall. I rubbed my eyes as I was walking and could barely hear as I yawned to signal my presence.
"Hey guys look, boss is awake." That sounded like Daisuke.
I removed my hand to see the gang sitting on a couch just talking, but Knives was drinking out of a tea cup. To their left and dead ahead of me, was yet another weirdo sitting in a chair. Wearing a long white coat, glasses, and having short brown hair that was curved on the sides a little bit, was who I think is the owner of this apartment.
"Hey there!" he greeted.
From the cheerful tone, something tells me that he's someone I can actually let my guard down…but not entirely.
"Hey…Where am I?" I asked.
"My home. Your friends here came in the middle of the night and needed you fixed up."
He practically jumped from his chair as he got up and walked over to me, offering his hand out.
"My name's Shinra Kishitani. I'm a doctor." I was hesitant to shake his hand. "Don't worry, your friends already told me your situation. Plus, you're not the first guy I've treated who didn't want any business with the cops." He assured me.
I finally extended my hand and shook his. But I must still not have all of my senses in order, because I think I'm crushing his hand. He bent down onto his right knee and grabbed his wrist shaking my hand with his left hand.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Please let go!" I immediately released my grip.
"Um, sorry. My strength must be a little whack at the moment."
He stood back onto his feet and acted like I never crushed his hand.
"Oh don't worry! I take worse punishment than that on a daily basis!" I tilted my head in confusion.
I turned to my group and greeted with a hand wave. But a pressing question came to my mind.
"So, how'd you guys find this guy?" I pointed my left thumb toward Shinra.
"We didn't even know he existed." Kohta answered.
"Then how did you find him?" I asked.
"She led us to him." Makoto answered.
"Who's 'she'?" I asked.
Knives pointed behind me.
"Aici (Irish)."
I turned around and saw the biggest legend of Ikebukuro. The black jumpsuit, the feminine figure, and the no he-…Wait, what? I rubbed my eyes real quick to ensure that there wasn't anything off about them. I saw her pale neck but…no…head…just black smoke emitting from it. I turned around to face my group and pointed my left pointer finger at me.
"Kohta…"
"Yeah?"
"Punch me."
"Got it."
Kohta stood up and walked over to stand in front of me. Guy's about 6ft tall, so a few inches taller than me. He threw a direct punch and landed straight between my eyes. I crash landed on the floor and was a daze. I heard footsteps approaching me. Next thing I see, the woman had walked over and was looking over me from above. Wait, can you look over someone without a head? She brought out a PDA and started typing. When done, she turned the PDA around so I could see what she typed.
"Are you okay?" was what it said.
"Um…a little."
I stood up and tilted my head enough to the left and right to crack it on both sides. I turned around and saw her still standing there…black smoke still there. I think it's starting the set in now…
"You're…the Headless Rider…right?"
I think from the slight motion of her neck, she nodded. She started typing again.
"I found your friends speeding down the street last night almost killing you. When I recognized you and saw your injuries, I let them follow me here to get you fixed up."
I bowed my head in gratitude. "Thanks, I appreciate it." Hang on a tick. "Wait, what do you mean that these guys were almost killing me?"
She began typing again. "I saw them driving down the road and slam the breaks so hard that you were sent flying through the front windshield and landing on the road right in front of me."
I turned to my group who were all sitting on the couch and whistling.
"…We'll talk about this later you bastards. In the meantime…"
I turned to Shinra, bowed, and turned to the Headless Rider, and bowed.
"I must thank you both. I don't believe I've introduced myself, personally. My name's Kazuya Aragaki, and I'm the leader of the Purple Scorpions. A pleasure to meet you both. And, thanks again."
The Headless Rider began typing again. "I'm Celty Sturluson. It's nice to meet you, too. And, I have a question for you."
"Um, sure."
She types again. "You're friend Knives always changes his nationality by speaking another language, right?"
"Yeah…."
She types. "If that's true, then how come he hasn't spoken any language besides Irish since I've met him?"
I turned around to see Knives was attempting to balance a spoon on his right middle finger.
"We…have no idea." We all answered at once.
Knives looked at us like we were idiots. I looked back at Shinra.
"Thanks again, Shinra. I've gotta go. Things to do, you know?"
"I understand. And here…" he handed me a business card with a phone number on it. "If you ever find yourself in a pinch and need fixing, just give me a call."
"Thanks. How much?"
"For what?"
"You're a doctor, right? I'm sure stuff like this can't be for free."
"No charge!"
"…Huh?"
"Celty asked me to help so, so I don't charge if she asks."
"That's…odd. But, thank you anyway. You guy's ready to go?" I asked my group.
Knives stood up and headed toward the bathroom.
"We'll just wait for him then." I commented.
Makoto stood up from his seat on the couch and made sure that Knives had closed the door to the bathroom.
"Okay guys, I've got a theory!" he whispered rather loudly.
"About what?" I asked.
"Here we go again." Daisuke chuckled.
"What?"
"This is what makes Makoto entertaining. The guy's a conspiracy theorists. He's been trying for ages to figure out what's up with Knives."
"Okay. I'll bite. What's Knives's deal?"
Makoto double-checked to see that Knives was still in the bathroom.
"Okay, here's why I think he keeps speaking a different language. Knives is actually…an alien!"
"Oh no…" Shinra commented.
I turned around questioningly to see Celty was shaking a little. No, more like…trembling. She began typing on her PDA quickly.
It read "A-Alien…?"
"Yeah," Makoto continued "You see, I theorize that he's an alien who's been sent to Earth to observe us humans. He's already been to so many places on this planet that he's mastered several languages in the process. That is, except English and Japanese. He's been working his way up. Now that he's in the big leagues, he's come to the most exciting part of Japan to observe how we humans handle struggle amongst ourselves. He's still learning our language, so he uses other languages in an attempt to try to see the commonalities between the different languages!"
Oh this is pure gold.
"And what, pray tell, does he intent to do with all of this observation?" I asked sarcastically.
"He plans on returning to his home planet to give his evaluation on Earth as a threat! With we're dangerous, they'll invade. If we're not, they'll just leave us be. But, judging from all the crap Knives has seen, I'd guess his people are not gonna like what they see…"
At that, Kohta, Daisuke, and I all started laughing.
"You gotta be kidding me!"
"That's a joke, right?"
"Man, I knew you were trippy but this is something else…!"
Before we could continue, we heard Celty typing on her PDA once more. I turned around, only to discover something else.
"Y-You may be right!" it read.
"Oh no, I was afraid this would happen." Shinra commented. "You guys should get going. I don't think this talk about aliens is all that healthy so early in the morning…" he said almost nervously.
I think…Celty, the Headless Rider, is scared of aliens. That…is freaking hilarious. But I won't laugh out loud, I have some respect for people. At that, Knives stepped out of the bathroom. He turned to look at me, expecting something I think. Time to try it out…
"Hey, Knives, Makoto and Celty think you're an alien. Are you…?"
Everyone suddenly tensed up as I asked the question. Knives didn't speak or even move at first. He then raised both of his hands and placed them behind his head, raising his pointing fingers up to look like antennas.
"…BBBLLLEEEZZZZ…" he said slowly.
He then proceeded to leave the apartment. Makoto hollered in surprise and I heard Celty take a few steps back.
"Um…we should get going. Guys, let's go."
"Right."
"On it."
"S-Sure…!"
They all proceeded to walk out first with me following behind them. As I stepped out, I heard footsteps coming toward me.
"Hey wait!" I turned around to see that Shinra was trying to catch up.
"What's up?"
"I just wanted to say something before you left."
"Listen, if it's about the alien thing scaring Celty, I'm sorry."
"It's not that. It's you."
"Huh?"
"You're something else. While fixing you, I saw that you're body's functions went on like the injuries weren't even there. And from what your friends have told me, you seem to share an ability like a friend of mine."
"Shizuo Heiwajima?"
"Yeah! How'd you know?"
"A lot of people have been comparing me and him for a while, so I could've guessed. Why are you pointing it out, though?"
"Because I think it's interesting how you, at a much younger age, could possibly have this much strength in you. I mean, Shizuo has been this strong since we were kids, but you just seem…different. You…how do I put this? You seem to be able to completely hold back your strength?"
"How do you figure?"
"Well while talking about this with your friends, they said that you always fight with your left hand in your coat pocket."
"And?"
"I theorize that while you are not aware of it, your body is subconsciously holding itself back without your permission. It's quite fascinating, really."
I couldn't help but chuckle a little.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"You…are an odd guy, you know that Shinra?"
"I'm well aware, and I also have an interest in weird things. I'd like to get a better look at how your body acts while you fight sometime."
"Just hang around the city at night; I'm bound to get into some kinda trouble. Anyway, I really have to go. Thanks again, I mean it."
I bowed one last time before finally stepping on the elevator with the others.
"My offer still stands." He said as the doors were about to close. "Any time you need a fix, just stop by. No charge."
"…Got it!"
The doors closed, and we were on our way down. Needless to say, Makoto tried to avoid Knives the whole trip to the van. Daisuke berated Makoto because while he's the oldest, he shouldn't be scared because of a stupid theory he came up with. The whole trip to my apartment, everyone kept arguing whether or not Knives was an alien. Honestly, I didn't care. He's a good guy, and that's all that matters. I almost caught a nap while sitting in the back of that van. Knives even offered his hoodie as a pillow, which I declined. Kohta however, eventually took the time to explain last night's events. He and the guys came across Celty last night while trying to figure out how to fix me. Shizuo showed up and almost beat the crap out of them, but Celty simply talked to Shizuo and calmed him down enough to leave us. They also explained that while I was getting fixed, they learned a lot about Celty.
They learned that she was being named a Dullahan from Ireland looking for her missing head. It's quite interesting, actually. I hope she finds it, eventually. Eventually, we reached my apartment complex. Daisuke said that he'd tell the gang what happened and not to do anything rash and they'll hold onto my bag of weapons. As I headed to my apartment, so many things went through my head. Like just who the hell was that guy who blew me up with fireworks? Why did that guy start the Orange Flames if he just wanted it to fall apart? Who can I trust outside of the Scorpions and a few others?
I can't help but worry a little bit about all of this. I mean, I've just started out in this gang war business and I've already gotten my ass handed to me by some pyromaniac. I finally made it to my apartment and shed my clothes from last night. I took a nice hot shower, dried off, and headed for my computer. I think a little chat and surf then off to bed. I know it's barely noon, but last night wasn't exactly sleep, you know? Once the computer was ready, I just started surfing around. There were some news reports about last night's fight. The cops apparently declared it a civil war between members of the Purple Scorpions. Which is…partly accurate. I finally signed on to the chat room to see Taizo and Shinji were already on.
-Orochi has joined the chat room-
Ishida: Hey man, aren't you supposed to be in school?
Orochi: I should be saying the same about you guys. I had a rough night, but what about you two?
Zekai: We've got some rather odd news for you, man.
Orochi: What?
Ishida: Turns out we've got just the right score as you back during that special test last year. Starting next week, we'll be in the same school as you, man!
Zekai: The trio is coming back together.
Orochi: You guys are serious?
Ishida: Yup! Isn't that great? We'll be together again as partners in crime!
Zekai: Sneaking answers to each other.
Ishida: Cheating off each others' answers.
Zekai: Getting into trouble for texting in class.
Ishida: Sneaking a peak in the girl's locker room!
Orochi: Hey! You never proved I was a part of that!
Zekai: Please, you were in it all the way.
Ishida: Yeah man, you're a little pervert.
Orochi: You guys tricked me, dammit!
Zekai: Obvious case of denial.
Ishida: Agreed. Let's say we pull off a panty raid FIRST day we get there.
Orochi: Not wise, guys. There are some tough people around these parts.
Ishida: Please, you think these color gangs scare us?
Zekai: Hell no. We're coming to see you bud, and nothing's getting in the way.
Orochi: Are you guys…serious?
Ishida: Hell yeah! No lame-ass colored punks is gonna keep us from our best buddy!
Zekai: Well I wouldn't put it like that. Yeah, we're coming to see ya, man.
Orochi: Thanks guys. I really needed the friends.
Ishida: Oh! Also, I've got some killer news guys!
Zekai: Same here.
Orochi: What's more killer than coming to Ikebukuro?
Ishida: Taizo and I joined the Dollars!
Orochi: Are you serious?
Zekai: Definitely. We both got random invites from some dude on the net.
Ishida: We both got the passwords and BAM! We got it on the first chance.
Orochi: …You think I can get that password?
Ishida: What, you wanna join?
Zekai: Never pegged you for group activity.
Orochi: I'm interested. Besides, I heard a group like that carries a lot of info on them.
Ishida: You looking for information? For what?
Zekai: Yeah, normally you go for the most reliable source: A person.
Orochi: Let's just say the most reliable person for information around here isn't that trustful.
Orochi: If anything, I'd like to avoid him.
Ishida: Should we?
Zekai: Mai's not here, right?
Ishida: Not that I see.
Zekai: Hmm…
Zekai: What the hey, I don't see why not.
Zekai: Anyone can join, right?
Ishida: That's what I'm talking about!
Orochi: Thanks guys.
Ishida: Okay. The password is…
Ishida: Baccano (A/N I may be wrong on that one).
Orochi: That's a weird password.
Zekai: But it's better than what Ishida came up with for our old clubhouse.
Orochi: No argument here.
Ishida: Come on! E-Cup is the perfect password!
Orochi: Well guys, I've gotta go to bed.
Zekai: Its noon dude.
Orochi: I had a rough night, man.
Ishida: Its cool pal. Later.
Zekai: Peace
-Orochi has left the chat room-
-Zekai has left the chat room-
-Ishida has left the chat room-
Why did I ask for the Dollars password? Same reason I gave Shinji and Taizo. I want information and connections, and the Dollars seems to be the best option for that right now. Plus, they're a lot more lenient so I won't be forced to do anything I don't want to. I want this kind of stuff so I don't get it from Izaya Orihara. The last thing I need is to rely on him. Anyone who's ever put their faith in him is someone I don't even want to bother talking to. In the meantime, I'll use the Dollars to get information on this "Sousuke Yagami" guy. Whoever he is, he is big trouble.
You know, now that the thought of Izaya has crossed my mind, I have to think: just what the hell happened to the guy to turn him into something like that? More to the point, doesn't he have twin sisters? And…aren't they about my age? I wonder if they go to Raira too? Hmm…I'll have to figure that out tomorrow.
Until then, I just to lie down…take a breath…and just…sleep…
TO BE CONTINUED
Author's Note: Now, due to my incredibly limited information, I'd like someone to private message me the info on the Orihara twins. And I do mean ALL the info like ages (I thought they were like, 15 or somewhere around that), key plot invlovements in the novels and ect. I've been trying for months trying to find a fully translated version of the novels on the net, but so far I got squat. I would really appreciate the help guys. If you can't, I could always endorse the oldest human practice: B.S. the hell out of this (I hate OOC, but at the rate I'm going I may be forced to do it [if I haven't done by accident already]). Anyway's later~!
