A/N: So, earlier in my reviews an anonymous reviewer by the name "Guest X" asked if I got my motivation from another story. Now, I don't know if that person particularly got my reply back in my reviews, so I'm going to start posting my answers on these chapters as an Author's Note. They had asked me if I had got my motivation from another Shizaya story called "Unlock me; a beautiful disaster". I have spoken with the author of that story before, though. Psssstt… Read their story, it's fantastic~
My review to their comment was this: ""Guest X - You are close, but not technically. When I started writing my story, I never knew "Unlock me: A beautiful disaster" existed until after a good 13 - 15 Chapters I had posted. I had recently began reading it after those chapters and got a notification from the Author, Redband-Studios themself. They are a great person and we discussed some ideas and shared great hints we would be able to write in our story and what caused our inspirations. To tell the truth, I was inspired because of the lack of fanfics with Izaya drowning and having a mysterious tone into it; yup, I'm serious XD But after the past few months, there have been more popping up, which is good. So technically, I haven't been influenced by their story. It was a great question though! I'm glad I was able to answer it.
So there is your answer. Seriously though, Redband-Studios is an amazing writer and their story is TOP NOTCH FANTASTIC! I highly recommend their story, "Unlock me; a beautiful disaster"!
Sorry to keep you waiting, I keep trying to update fast every time but school and sleep get to me so easily xD Sorry, let's get this chapter over with~! Enjoy~
Note: I do not own Durarara, I only own the story.
Chapter 24: Checking
Ryugamine Mikado was just an ordinary kid; leader of the Dollars. Many things have been breaking out in less than a blink of an eye. Turn on head to the side, a gang war approaches. You turn your head to the other side, the supposed "Headless Rider" is either all over the news, or riding simply in front of your curious gleaming eyes. Stare straight and…
You face the consequences of your fate.
"I just wanted to warn you about these parts. Blue squares hand around here a lot. Please be careful." He remembered his quote to the information broker before him that night. Even so, his mind was still being plagued about it. He missed Masaomi. He wanted to be with Anri. Even someone as sickening but at the same time, supportful as Izaya, he worried for him too.
As the leader of the Dollars and the caretaker of the people that had entitled themselves as that, he needed to figure out what this strange feeling deep down in his bosom. Butterflies were storming all around in his stomach ready to burst out. Was it worry? Was it fear? Was it determination for knowing what could happen or what couldn't happen?
Mikado looked down onto his floor, ignoring the cries of crisp air blowing outside. He turned his page onto the Dollars' page in one or two clicks, quickly dashing onto the chatroom.
[Taro Tanaka has logged in]
…
[Kyo: And that's when we were freaking out! You should totally go downtown and see what happened! Police were everywhere!]
[San: I totally agree! But sadly, Ikebukuro changes so frequently that we have to keep track on the even more better things than just the simple fights…]
[Setton: Hello there, Taro.]
His eyes dashed over the words that appeared on his screen, hesitation immediately running out of him and his fingers took hold of the keyboard.
[Taro: Hi Setton. Long time?]
[Setton: I'd say so.]
Judging by the looks of no other chat logs and the information lines telling him the previous members had already taken their leave, Mikado relief.
[Private Message from Taro Tanaka]
[Taro: Hey, Celty, can I speak with you for a minute?]
…
[Setton: Sure, what is it, Mikado?]
He didn't feel right in any sort of way, as if the air had just shifted and left him in complete silence; the howls of the cold night was completely dead. [Taro: I just wanted to make sure if everything was alright. I just…]
[Taro: Have a bad feeling.]
[Setton: What do you mean 'bad feeling'? Now that you mention it, Shinra hasn't been doing so well.]
[Taro: Dr. Kishitani? What happened to him?]
[Setton: ...Well…]
[Setton: ...Shinra has been attacked because some strangers that broke in and broke and ruptured most of his bones. He hasn't woken up for the past day and I'm worried sick.]
Even for a split second, it felt as if an eternity of feeling helpless. His heart dropped and he could feel the small thumps and pulses it made until it grew loud into a deafening roar pulsating through his ears, blood rushing. [Taro: What? That's horrible! I hope he'll be alright. If you want, I will get the Dollars to help search for the guys who did it.]
[Setton: No no, it's fine. I don't want to drag anyone else into this problem. Besides, I think it's best to let it settle down until we get more facts. I'm as worried and angry as you are. But I don't want to risk anything.]
That, he could understand. Celty truly loved Shinra, and for that she did not want to risk anything for the sake of her happiness. Shinra has been putting up with her because he loved her, and he loved being there for her. Now it was pretty much her time to shine, as in Izaya's description, she is "the moon that shines from her sun's light." [Setton: Please don't be troubled about it.]
[Taro: I understand. You're a strong person, Celty.]
[Taro: To be honest, I would be so mad that I would try to do anything about it so it won't happen again, even if it benefitted the town. You're more wise and caring than most humans.]
As if the internet was a heartline, he could have sworn he felt a sense of happiness or surprise. Could be that the air was shifting again, but it could be how Celty was feeling.
[Taro: Do you also mind if I ask another question?]
[Setton: Ask away. I don't mind.]
…
[Taro: I've noticed that Izaya-san has been secretly living with you guys, but I don't know why. It's best not to ask about that.]
[Taro: When those guys broke in, did something happen to Izaya besides Dr. Kishitani, or even you!?]
[Setton: No, I was out minding my own business and when I came back Shizuo was there trying to help Shinra. He said he got here just a few minutes before I did and then…]
…
[Taro: And then?]
[Setton: ...Izaya went missing.]
[Taro: Eh!? He's missing?! Celty, you have to tell me where you last saw him, or what even caused this!] He felt his cool slip just for a split second, reading the message over and over again to make sure that is what the dullahan really said.
[Setton: No! You've got it all wrong- well… Yes, he did go missing.]
[Setton: But then Shizuo called Shinra before he went into his sleep and told us that he had found him and would be watching over him from now on; trying his best not to try and kill Izaya.]
A small sigh blew from his lips. "Good…"
[Taro: Thanks for telling me, Celty.]
[Setton: Anytime.]
Just when he felt accomplished and ready to close his computer, shutting down its life, he remembered something that had rushed to the front of his brain in a heartbeat.
[Taro: Ah- wait!]
[Setton: Hmm?]
[Taro: There's one last thing I'd like to ask of you…]
…
[Taro: ...Do you know what happened to Izaya?]
[Setton: I… He's.. just had a rough time. That's all. He might seem pretty strange, but give him some time.]
[Taro: Alright. I was just curious because when I met him back before December, he was pretty shaken up before just walking into a dark alley by himself.]
[Setton: Shaken up?]
[Taro: Yeah. Do you want me to tell you more about it?]
[Setton: No, that's fine. I should probably get back onto checking Shinra. Thanks for being supportive.]
[Taro: No problem. I guess I'll see you later.]
[Private Chat has ended.]
[Setton: Ah, sorry everyone. There's something I have to do. Take care.]
[Setton has left the chat room.]
[Kyo: Awww, Setton left?]
[San: Seems like it.]
[Taro: Sorry, I have to go too! Bye!]
[Taro Tanaka has left the chatroom.]
Mikado slid his fingers upon the laptop's front and closed it, turning off its life. He let out a relieved and at the same time bothered sigh. Was it that he felt relieved that everything was going sort of fine, but bothered that there are new problems appearing? Whichever the case, he didn't feel like staying up through the entire night to care.
Mikado stretched his arms out and yawned, tears staining the edges of his eyes and jaw widening. "What a strange day…" He muttered as he headed for his closet and opened it revealing a futon and taking it out. He placed his futon across the floor neatly and preparing it for his slumber. Maybe it wasn't wise of him to ask what had occurred earlier? Maybe it was. Still, not energetic enough to care, Mikado slowly felt his energy slip from him constantly if he didn't get any sleep within the next minute.
Taking a few minutes to drink in the sleep, he began to unfold the covers and slid himself within its warm grasp. Laying there in the dark and sighing, letting out his exhausted breath, Mikado laid there feeling his eyes get heavy. "I sure hope Celty and Dr. Kishitani will be alright…"
And just like that, Mikado felt like he was floating off into his own thoughts as sleep engulfed him.
Celty pressed up against her desk and walked into her living room. Mikado was strange to ask her such questions, but she did not mind one bit. The most of her worries that was bothering her from the very beginning was how wealthy and well Shinra was getting from the past day. It worried her to sickness.
The fairy wandered into her lover's room, opening it softly as if she didn't want to wake him. Just as expected. He didn't look awake a all. If she had a head, she would be sighing in defeat. Her lean legs drifted her into the room and she began watching over Shinra's unconscious state with worry filling her non-existent eyes. 'Oh Shinra…' She thought approaching him softly and pressing her hand upon his pale face, 'when will you wake up?'
This magical being wish she actually had lips to speak her mind, or at least speak to an injured loved one. Just when she was about to move away and turn away, a warm muscle caressed her hand. As hesitant and agile, she immediately turned her head over to where the source of warmth was radiating, and she found Shinra's hand cusping hers while it was on his face.
"...Celty…?"
Wide hazel eyes slowly fluttered open weakly, him saying his lover's name like a person with a sore throat. If the dullahan had eyes, tears, lips, anything; she would had expressed it with tears filling her eyes and a warm smile tugging at her lips. Even if she did not have such features, Shinra could tell she was happy.
His vision began to clear up out of the mist and into play. Celty was right above him, glaring at him with her non-existent orbs. "...I'm glad to see you." He chirped and a soft smile formed upon his face. Celty, not caring if he had restrictions upon his body, rushed in and gave him a big old bear hug filled with love. "W-Woah! Celty, what's wrong?"
Celty retracted herself and looked around for her PDA, finding it on the tray and pulling it close to her. [I'm just so happy that you're alright!] She gave him a few seconds to read before embracing him once more, nuzzling.
"I'm glad to be back too, Celty. Oh how I've missed you!"
"That reminds me- how long was I out?" He asked out of curiosity looking at his beloved.
[Only a day.]
[But I was still worried sick, I thought you'd be in a coma, or some sort of disability!] Good thing he did not get diagnosed with some sort of problem. Just a few injuries and he could deal with it; as long as he was with his dearly beloved Celty. "But I'm here now. And that's all that matters."
"Oh my darling, you're just the perfect fairy! I bet you used your magic on me to wake me up to your beautiful self!" The perverted doctor swooned to himself as Celty gave a mental facepalm. [In your dreams, moron.]
"Hey now, that's not nice to call your fiance a moron! Maybe you are the Tsundere type Walker keeps talkin- O-Ow!" He let out a small yelp as the fairy's hand delivered a painful jab to his side. "N-Now why did you go on and do that for? You really are a Tsundere!" As soon as those words slipped through the idiot's mouth, he soon regretted as he was assaulted by a swarm of jabs.
"OOOOW! Ceeelttyy!" He whined loudly until Celty hit an injured spot making him wince and press his hand upon the wound. The woman clad in black rushed to his side immediately. [Are you alright?! I'm sorry, I got carried away again…] she patiently showed him her screen, guilt weighing her shoulders down like a boulder.
"Hey now, don't get so worked up over it, I'm perfectly fine!" He looked up at her with glossy hazel eyes, "Besides, any touch from you would feel heavenly." a tint of blush heated his cheeks. Celty just continued to sit there like a statue until a large cloud of smoke puffed from her headless pit through her neck. If she had a face, red would be visible along every inch of it. [D-Don't say things like that…] "I say that because I mean that!"
Shinra was like that kid who would constantly give compliments to the girl he likes, but she doesn't take compliments too easily.
[Anyway, I'm so glad that you're back…]
"I'm glad that I'm back, too. Which reminds me…"
"Oh crap! How are Shizuo and Izaya doing?" He questioned almost ready to spring out of his bed like a deer but Celty restrained him back into his comfort zone. [So far, Shizuo said he was taking care of Izaya, trying his very hardest not to kill him.]
[Do you want me to check on them?]
"I don't want to trouble you with them, and I surely don't ever want to be separated from your grasp…" Shinra's eyes gleamed a tint of sorrow. "Mostly, it's just those two idiots. If they end up killing each other, that's how stubborn they can be. We shouldn't interfere."
[I'm still going to check. And I know you don't mean that.]
She got up from her position and walked across the smooth flooring and halted at the wooden door. [I'll be back in a few.] She tried showing him from her angle, but Shinra just nodded as if he knew exactly what she was saying.
When she got outside, she called Shooter into the alleyway and rode off into the night looking for her destination.
'I wonder how they're doing.'