Hisoné wasn't seen very much on the streets anymore and it was starting to agitate the blond man.

How in hell was he supposed to catch Hisoné?

He had no idea where she even was and that girl's words still echoed in his head.

"Please catch her."

Why did it have to matter so much? He was restless constantly seeing Hisoné everywhere even though it was just his mind playing tricks.

Tom had noticed his uneasiness, but what else could he do?

Shizuo was pretending to be fine with her disappearance, but in reality he was just venting out his anger on the little shits in the city.

"Shizuo, if you're that worried go and look for her." Tom sighed at Shizuo as they went to another client's house. "Vorona will be here soon to cover for you so you can go grab a coffee or something."

"It doesn't really concern me what she does here." He muttered because he knew it was true. In truth he was thinking it's been a week and she could be lost somewhere, sleeping on the streets, captured by the colour gangs anything was possible with her. She was wreaking unnecessary worry into his daily life.

"We both know you're lying." Tom shook his head.

Shizuo walked off to the closest vending machine to grab a coffee. The streets were busy as usual, all different shades of grey. He knew that he could live without Hisoné around; it was a definite fact.

He felt someone watching him, so he turned around to find a coffee can being thrown at him.

Fortunately he caught it in time; the can itself was still warm. Looking up he was met with violet eyes in a male face.

"That's thanks for taking care of my sister." The male muttered keeping one hand in his pocket while the other held his own can.

Shizuo noticed this guy was the one he threw in anger weeks before. Looking at him now, Shizuo noticed this kid was calm and collected, and yet at the same time not to be trusted.

He had proper posture and was more polite than their first meeting. His clothes were made up of a simple black button up and jeans different from the other gangly clothes he wore.

Her brother noticed his stare at his transformation.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but that was just a cover. Although to be fair, it was the first time I've seen nee-san in years." He sipped his coffee before introducing himself. "My name is Setsuna, sixteen years old, my mom never takes responsibility for her actions, my father is a bastard who loved another woman and my sister was a completely independent person so she's probably a sociopath."

"What's this got to do with me?" Shizuo asked suspicious but opening the can anyways.

"Don't you care for nee-san?" Setsuna rebutted "I would've thought you would at least try to find her, but I guess I was wrong."

Shizuo was going to lose it if one more person said the same thing.

Setsuna could see that he was playing with fire but he kept going.

"I lived in Ikebukuro for most of my life so I know what goes on, but I'll give you this much." Setsuna threw a card to Shizuo. "It's better to get info from her than Izaya; Hisoné is someone who'll change your world, but at the same she will never stay in that world for long. Just a heads up."

Setsuna turned ready to leave when he heard Shizuo call out.

"Were you one of those people?"

Setsuna smiled knowingly. "You're right."

"It's refreshing to know. There was never anything she truly wanted so for her you're the only one she has ever gone this far for."

He left with a wave leaving Shizuo in a pissed off mood. He was never the type to think deeply about these type of things; this was really getting pathetic remembering her remark about Modern Day Hulk.

He looked at the business card reading the name on top.

Satomi

There was a number and email address but nothing more.

He flipped open his phone dialing the number...

Unknown to him, she was watching the whole thing from afar observing if he could truly catch this slippery ghost.

Her phone rang and she answered. "This is Satomi"


Izaya on the other hand was remembering the past couple of days. It disappointed him that she had no intention of making it a big scandal.

"Stupid, I only plan to finish off business with family ties then I disappear." Hisoné reprimanded

"Why are you even going through all this trouble?" Izaya spun in his chair looking through the deck of cards.

"Just like you say, I am merely a ghost and I don't have any intention of changing that." Hisoné was in the kitchen cooking something to eat while Namie sat listening to the situation.

Namie was surprised when this girl arrived saying she would be staying here.

She had made herself right at home introducing herself and all.

Namie had to admit the girl was pretty, but what surprised her the most was the fact she was on the same wave length as Izaya.

"I wonder if I repeat the same situations what reaction would they give?"

"I say don't even try it, it becomes tedious if you know what happens although, if you were the participant then that would be something to see. Namie-san is there anything you would like to eat?"

"No, anything is fine." Namie-san said flustered. It was strange having another person here; usually Izaya would be playing with his game pieces, but he was merely flipping through the channels awaiting dinner.

"Okay then, back to the topic, now if it was your loved one being taken, that would be interesting to see your reaction."

"Wouldn't I react like any other human?" Izaya shrugged even though she probably couldn't see it.

"I think we can all agree you are not normal, but neither am I so I can't complain." Hisoné smiled heading towards them with food. "Although I think the only way for that to happen is for you to be interested in an individual."

"I'm not interested in humanity as a person, I'm more interested in how they will react to the manipulation."

Hisoné merely hummed "Don't worry, I already know the perfect partner for you."

"With the way things are now, it seems you're more of a manipulator than I am."

Hisoné only chuckled "Silly, I only intervene if I know it won't end in tragedy."

Izaya knew that Namie was listening in on their conversation a few days after that. It was a quiet night and he was playing around with the Go board and his pawns when she asked.

"Her head, why do you wish to put it in a war zone?" She had asked him sitting on the couch flipping through a book.

Izaya explained his theory wanting to see what her reaction would be. Would she show disgust? Apathy? Fascination? The reactions were endless.

Valhalla, angel of death, dullahan, awakening, war, Valkyrie, The girl didn't flinch or say anything until he was finished.

He noticed that she merely asked "Igniting a war, is this your version of suicide? A hero's death?"

Her eyes showed her worry and even he knew that she truly was sincere.

"Death is a privilege, but... so is life. You seemed to have already chosen your method to die." Hisoné's eyes never left the book.

"You never know when life will turn on you." Was his answer.

"Life is cruel, I must agree, but there are those who live a fortunate life and yet why would you choose a road that will end in tragedy?"

Izaya chuckled at her worry. "There's nothing to worry about, besides that I'm more curious as to why you would choose Shizu-chan."

Hisoné smiled "If I didn't know any better I would've thought he was a woman with that kind of nickname. It's fun making him mad. Makes every day different; no matter how many times it happens, it'll never be boring."

Izaya merely smirked if he didn't know any better, she could have been his replica except as a female.

On the last day she talked more in detail of her plan.

"Truth is my life has been based on misunderstandings so deeply engraved that they have no other choice but to believe it." She had muttered cheerfully, "I'd like to end it with my own hands; don't you think it will be interesting to find out their tragedy wasn't has clear cut as they thought? But when that happens I have no reason to stay here any longer."

She was going to leave the country after it was over. That didn't go well with Izaya though so he would be making counter measures to secure her stay.

It would only be coincidence that it was going to be in Shizu-chan's favour...


Shizuo had called the number right away and quickly enough he recognized the voice on the other line.

"Aren't you..."

"Yup so if you're calling this means a) you need to find Hisoné or b) you realized you're gay." The monotone voice said

Shizuo didn't have the energy to even retort.

"Just get on with it." Shizuo muttered suddenly exhausted.

"Understood, then look around you." She instructed "Do you have a feeling you see her in the crowd?"

Shizuo scanned the crowd around noticing a flash of black hair and violet eyes, but glanced again to find it was gone.

"Yeah,"

"It's not your imagination, so you still have a little time before she does something she'll never be able to get back." The girl warned

Shizuo was walking to see Kyohei, Walker, Erika, and Saburo just hanging around.

Kyohei noticed and waved "Yo, I see you look busy." Indicating the phone in his hand.

"Huh, have you seen Hisoné lately?" Shizuo asked

"Yeah she was walking around with Izaya lately, they seem like real good buddies." Kyohei said even though it sounded weird to his ears.

"I see," Shizuo was clenching his free hand itching to throw something. It was already pissing him to think she was with another man.

"Be careful Shizuo, don't do something you'll regret." Kyohei said

"Oh I keep telling you he'll sweep her off her feet and then he'll see him and end up chasing the guy leaving her behind"

"No no no that is beyond abandoning the heroine! It has to go something like this..."

It seemed that Walker and Erika were too absorbed in their discussion to listen to their conversation.

"Hey are you still listening?"

Shizuo turned his attention to the phone. "What is it?"

"Look for Celty she probably has something that you can use, I'm pretty much guessing, but I have a feeling she's seen the contents of her bag."

Shizuo in turn walked away from the group. "Later, if you see her let me know"

"Yeah got it." Kyohei nodded gravely.

He left quietly in search of Celty hoping she could shed light on the situation.


For Celty it was quite aggravating to have this bag just lying in the apartment especially when she had seen the girl walking in and out of Izaya's apartment.

Shinra had noticed her uneasiness. "Celty is there something wrong? You seem worried about something."

It's Hisoné.

Shinra nodded understandably. "You're worried about her plans and that bag right?"

Celty nodded

"Then why not open it? I mean it wouldn't hurt to check the contents of the bag?" Shinra suggested seeing no problem with it.

But I don't think she'll like me snooping around her things.

"I don't really see the problem, I mean it's not like she'll notice. If it'll ease your mind then I say go for it." He shrugged grabbing himself a mug of coffee.

He noticed the hesitant movements she was making and the black ooze coming from her neck was thickening at her worry.

"What's really the problem Celty? The past few days you've been out of it. Have you given up on me?" He lightly teased making a move to sit next to her.

This is serious, I feel like Izaya and Hisoné are very similar and I think Izaya has some kind of infatuation with her.

Shinra could only laugh at the outrageousness of the sentence. "Celty I don't even think that's even possible. He's not interested in love or a person specifically. It's almost impossible."

People can change, I think Hisoné might be that change. Haven't you noticed the way Shizuo reacts with her around? She's the only one for him.

Shinra smiled unsure of her declaration.

Celty could tell that he was skeptical of her words.

I'm sure of it. I just hope Shizuo notices his feelings in time, but I'm not too sure about Hisoné's feelings.

"Then I say let's peek in her bag. Maybe it'll give us a better view on her thoughts." Shinra hinted

Celty gave a nod and slowly she picked up the bag.

There was the slight fear of what she would find, but also the hope that she would be able to do something for Hisoné and Shizuo.

When the bag was opened they were left shivering.

There were photos, so many of them, and even with one look you could tell Hisoné was unaware of the danger she faced.

There were other things such as a case full of DVDs with a date on each of them, a video camera, paintings, a diary, art supplies, and hygienic necessities.

"Well this is certainly beyond what I was guessing." Shinra confirmed sheepishly.

Celty on the other hand was shaking, she opened the video camera noting that there was a disk inside. The camera itself had a note on it saying:

If someone else has a hold this video camera then if you really wish to know press play, but if you don't pretend that it's trash. Probably won't make a difference but worth a try:p

She pressed play. Leave it to Hisoné to joke about her life like that.

The video began with an eight year old girl wearing a mourning dress.

The girl focused her violet eyes on the camera smiling cheerfully.

"As you can probably tell, I am visiting a grave. To whom, well who knows?" She chuckles lightly "Satomi said I should keep a video diary in case I feel like I'm losing my humanity, but the only thing it's doing is recording my own humility. So I'll start off my name is Hisoné Matsuda, eight years old living alone, I guess if a stranger listens to this they'll think I'm insane to be travelling alone, but I am absolutely okay with that."

The camera angle changes to a certain gravestone reading Shione Tsumada.

"Right now I will tell you I have no clue why Shione Tsumada's will was sent to me, but it probably had something with my hopeless father. It only stated that I should come see for myself who she was and I can see the resemblance. Don't you agree?"

The camera zooms in on the photo and a violet eyed black haired young woman could be seen in the photo.

Celty turned to Shinra.

Shinra, that woman looks exactly like Hisoné.

Shinra could only nod in response.

The camera was now focused on Hisoné now. She placed flowers by the grave.

"Truth be told, it's rather strange for her to know who I am, but she's probably crying somewhere out there. In her will she had written for me to read her diary that she kept." She lifted up a leather book identical to the one Celty was holding.

"I won't read it just yet, but it was rather funny to think a woman, who died a day before I was born, could already know that I was different. But the word that kept popping up was 'Dullahan' and 'reincarnation' so for that I'm uneasy about this development in my short eight years."

She waved bye to the camera. "This is only a small snippet, but if you wish to continue watching then be my guest. I on the other hand have a plane to Ireland to catch."

Celty was seeing the inside a life of human solitude and she was scared for this young girl.

Celty rapidly typed now in a hurry.

Shizuo needs to know this. Maybe It'll help to have Shizuo know about this. I need to go find him.

All Shinra could do was let her do what she wanted. "Is this what Hisoné wanted though? Maybe you should check the most recent entry before making your decision to tell him."

Celty paused thinking about it; it did in reality make sense and maybe there would be a clue of some sort...

She fast forward to the recent entry.

It showed a nineteen year old Hisoné sitting on the edge of a building. The camera must've been put in a position where she wouldn't need to move around with it.

"...I'm at a loss right now. The people here are quite strange; they didn't cringe at my appearance nor did they ignore my existence. The more I make these videos the more I dislike my own weakness. This will probably be one of my last entries; I have no intention of dying, but I do have the intention of disappearing."

"I will recap what I've seen so far in Ikebukuro, one is Celty, the dullahan, Shinra, the black market doctor, Izaya, the Intel Broker, Mikado, Masaomi, Anri, three high schoolers and there are a bunch of other people, but what confuses me most is Shizuo Heiwajima."

She smiled flushed "The way I see it he could have been my killer, but he stopped in time. Shizuo is someone you should avoid pissing off, but I find no reason to do so. Am I considered a monster or am I nothing more than a foolish adult for thinking this way?"

"Either case, I'm enjoying my time, so it's fine either way."

She places a hand over her right eye revealing that she had grown serious. "I should have left long ago, but... I can't seem to let go. Maybe this is why she told me to record my thoughts, she probably knew beforehand that I would find someone who would extend my stay. I wonder though if Shizuo is that person; could it be considered love or misplaced affection?"

She stood up brushing herself off.

"Well this won't help you understand me better so I'll give a hint to the viewer. When I say 'disappear' I meant this in both meanings. My existence will cease to exist. Wish you good luck in stopping me! Peace out."

She waved good bye to the camera.

Celty decided that she would have to find Shizuo, but she couldn't let him take it with him. There was a piece of her memory in these objects and she wished to know what Shione Tsumada knew.

Shinra was disturbed by what he saw in the background of the video. "Celty rewind the video a couple of seconds before she waves goodbye."

Celty did just that. What was so important that he needed to see the ending once more?

Shinra already knew what Celty was thinking so he pointed on the small screen. "Look there Celty in the window of the building in the background."

Celty glanced and instantly realized what she had just seen.

Red eyes watching the young girl with an obsessive sheen to them. No, there were multiple pairs of crimson red eyes watching her from afar.

"That's right it's one of Saika's children, but if you look around there are actually a bunch of Saika's children watching her."

No, this is, there has to be a mistake! Shinra this is, she might die! This can't happ-

"And it won't." Shinra reassured her patting her pale hand. "Trust me Celty, if I knew any better, I think Hisoné is a strong girl."

Shinra wrapped an arm around Celty in an attempt to reassure her.

Celty relaxed slightly at his proximity clenching a fistful of his lab coat praying.

Even without words Shinra already knew her answer and it was one that made him smile at her trust in him.

I hope you're right.


Simon noticed Izaya walking through the crowd towards him.

Simon greeted "Izaya you here for sushi? 20% off today, very good, very fresh."

Izaya paused for a moment "I have nothing to do right now."

Dennis served him sushi noticing something different about him. He seemed less... hostile today, but with this man there could be something brewing on the surface.

"I presume you've met the new addition to Ikebukuro." Izaya started "What are your thoughts on her?"

Izaya moved his chopsticks to eat one of the sushi pieces.

Dennis was suspicious and cautiously answered "Hisoné is... a kind young lady."

Izaya narrowed his eyes, his smile turning wicked. "Oh? Does this have to do with the recent turn of events?"

"Honestly, she's quite a bother, Shizu-chan's gone soft."Izaya lightly commented fiddling with the chopsticks. "I wonder, what would it take to traumatize the monster?"

Dennis kept his mouth shut knowing full well that adding oil to the fire would make Izaya even more unstable.

"Well I won't do anything," Izaya sighed "She'll make the decision to remover herself from the picture all on her own. I don't think even Shizu-chan could stop her."

Izaya calmed down now munching away at the sushi. He drank his beverage to finish it off.

"Before I leave, tell Shizu-chan this little info, what could it mean if two men have the exact same face and yet are totally unrelated by blood?" Izaya left with his money, two photographs.

Izaya stepped off his chair lightly walking out the restaurant only to be met with a serious looking Simon.

He would have walked away without any problems until Simon called his name. "Izaya"

"В глаза льстит, а за глаза пакостит." Simon said in Russian. (Translation: To hold fire in one hand and water in the other.)

Izaya smiled knowingly. "You're quite right. It's up to me to kill the fire, but 'Говорить правду - потерять дружбу after all. I'll keep that in mind."

(Translation: Flattery makes friends and truth makes enemies.)

Izaya waved once mockingly walking in the opposite direction.

"You have to wonder if he'll figure it out." Izaya smiled "Better to sharpen the knives than be a sitting duck" Izaya looked towards the sky. "Exactly why I hate him so much."

Izaya pulled out a piece of candy popping the sweet thing into his mouth waiting for the next chapter to begin.

Unbeknown to him a certain female bartender was walking by when she noticed the Eskimo looking man. Her mismatched eyes narrowed at the predicament. "Ohhh? This is going to be quite interesting." She arched an eye brow at her new discovery, but nevertheless she wouldn't interfere.


Shizuo wasn't able to find Celty just yet, but he did go through Sunshine Street seeing Simon handing out fliers as usual.

"She-zoo-oh" Simon greeted "And Mr. Tom, you come eat sushi?"

"Sure Simon, let's go Shizuo" Tom indicated for them to move. Shizuo pulled the cigarette from his lips, dropped it to the ground crushing it beneath his feet.

"Sure" He muttered following Tom inside.

Dennis noticed their arrival welcoming them with a smile. "Welcome you two."

Tom nodded sitting at the counter and Shizuo doing the same.

"What can I get you?"

Tom chose one of the specials while Shizuo ordered a dinner meal.

Dennis at the least was not sure when to tell Shizuo or if he should in the matter. Shizuo didn't look worried more downcast than usual.

"Coming right up," Dennis answered already focused on preparing the meals.

Shizuo was left to his thoughts for a while and all he felt was a sense of dread as the more he compared her to the people here the more his face kept popping up. He in hand did not like the comparison; they had similar compositions. In ways they were honest and yet they twisted the truth to adapt to their own preferences. He'd always hated those types of people.

And yet why was she the exception?

It was pissing him off the more he thought about it.

"Shizuo, you should at least pretend to be alright." Tom whispered "You're going to scare the rest of the customers with that look."

"What difference does it makes?"

"Enough to catch her interest." Tom hinted hoping the reference would at least calm him down just a smidge.

Shizuo took a deep breath trying to save his temper for later. "Something just doesn't feel right."

Tom just sighed relieved the boss wouldn't need to pay damages for the restaurant. Thank god Hisoné was a suppresser for his anger.

Dinner went well enough, Shizuo kept his calm eating quietly not bringing any attention to himself. Tom on the other hand excused himself needing to make a call.

Shizuo drank his beverage minding his business when Dennis finally asked "Have you seen Hisoné around lately?"

Shizuo squeezed the glass hard enough that crack marks could be seen. "The troublemaker, haven't seen her."

"Tell me something Shizuo, is she special to you?" Dennis asked

His answer would determine if Dennis should tell Shizuo the info he had gotten from Izaya even while knowing this could've all been a trap.

"She's a moron, an annoying, dense, foolish, naïve existence in this filthy city" Shizuo listed with a serious face.

Dennis frowned at his answer. "Is that rea-"

Shizuo continued "But,"

"She's also irreplaceable." Shizuo concluded. He wasn't sure how else to express it into words; this was more her forte than his.

Dennis could only chuckle at his words. "I'll take that as a yes then. Well, then I'll give this to you then." Dennis slid the two photos to Shizuo hoping he would do something.

Shizuo picked up the two photos. "What is this?"

"The question should be 'what does it mean if two men have the exact same faces and yet are totally unrelated by blood?"

Shizuo then noticed the dates on the photos to find they were both dated the same.

The same day, the same year, the same month, the same hour, minute and even second.

Yet they were located at two very different locations.

There was only one of two ways this was possible Shizuo thought. Either they were just doppelgangers or one of them had actually had plastic surgery.

Shizuo asked as calmly as he could. "What does this have to do with anything?"

Dennis pointed to one of them. "You tell me, he came by earlier saying you might be interested."

"Him?" Shizuo suddenly had a feeling he wouldn't like the identity of the tipper.

"Celty! What a pleasant surprise! Here to see Shizu-chan?" A mockingly friendly voice came from the outside.

Shizuo smashed the cup into pieces listening to that annoying voice.

The shattered glass fell one by one as he got out of his chair.

Dennis didn't flinch, but he did sigh at the upcoming rampage; Tom could only mutter "Oh damn."

He had run out of the restaurant noticing the Eskimo jacket and the smirk after it.

Izaya kept his hands in his pockets running fully aware that Shizu-chan would come running. Running past Celty he went past the cinema noticing Masaomi, Mikado and Anri walking with a violet eyed boy. He smirked figuring the plan was working now all that was left was for-

*CRASH*

Was the sound of a victimized tree landing root first into an office building.

"Shizu-chan, I'm guessing you got the question? I wonder how long the damsel in distress can stay alive now? One, two days tops?" He joyfully asked pissing off the man even more. Izaya jumped past the lamp posts, stop signs and many more laughing all the while. He felt his hand push a button on his phone in his pocket while taking out another knife throwing.

"I KNEW IT YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU MADE HER JUST LIKE YOU!"

Izaya cocked an eyebrow at the statement.

"I'm not sure if you're naturally this stupid or because of her influence. But, it seems like you came to an interesting conclusion." He chuckled "Just goes to show you why there is no one who can love you."

Shizuo slowed down leaving Izaya wondering where this conversation would go.

"You know if she stayed with her father she would have made a wonderful serial killer, or a sociopath, or she might've come to love humanity much more violently like that sword." Izaya laughed maniacally "The possibilities are endless! Don't you agree?"

Izaya continued knowing the thought was already going through his mind.

"You're quite correct that she came to see me. She already knew what she wished to manipulate; she just wanted my help to make it a reality. Don't you get it?"

Shizuo didn't want to hear anymore; he walked towards the flea fists clenched and teeth pulled into a growl. "I don't believe it."

"She's the one pulling the strings. Who knows how much she's calculated; in truth don't you ever wonder the real reason as to why she isn't fazed by you or anything else?"

Shizuo was struggling to make sense of it. He knew there was definitely something that made her unique, but the more Izaya messed with him the more convincing it was.

This was definitely another reason to kill the flea. But what shook him in that moment was that one question leaving him to wonder about his own beliefs.

Izaya knew perfectly well that it would make Shizu-chan suffer, but if he couldn't be persuaded by words why not try for one question?

"Since you're convinced she's another version of me then you won't feel any remorse when you do that." Izaya smiled knowing this one sentence would make Shizu-chan at least hesitate.

"What would that be?" He growled. He was done with the bastard's theatrics. Izaya's smile seemed to morph into one sadistic as he said these five words.

"Why killing her of course."


Holy shoot this took a while, but my internet was down for a couple of days and couldn't be uploaded but,

Thank you to anyone reading this chapter, much obliged

This chapter was mostly about events and pieces that lead up to the confrontation and therefore might not be as interesting as the others for that I apologize, but hopefully the next chapter I upload makes up for it '^_^

So with that review or comment if you can:)

Disclaimer: Don't own Durarara, only own OCs.