Well guys, it's Mary Sue time! I kid, I kid. Like I said, I'll try to not turn her into one.

And we're also introducing Mikado into the bunch. Aoba's in there too, but I haven't really read too much of the light novel translations that center around him, so I don't really expect him to be in character. (Though I am at least familiar with any spoilers about him as well as his general personality.)

So with further ado, Here's another chapter of Durarararararara ? ! ? !

Durarararararara ? ! ? !

Chapter IV: Durarara

-Hey, have you guys heard? MiRAcle's a part of the Dollars! Can you believe it? There's an idol among us!

-No way.

-That's bullshit.

-Quit screwing around.

-I'm not kidding. She said so in an interview! It's online!

-Don't believe everything the internet says, kid.

-No, actually, she gave a quick shout out to us on one of those celebrity news shows. It's the real deal guys.

-!

-No way!

-She probably doesn't even know what she's talking about.

-I can see it now. She heard about the Dollars and thought it'd be cool to join.

-Idiot can't even sing.

-I hate that whore.

-Has she even been to Ikebukuro?

-You guys are no fun. Think about it. An actual celebrity is a member of the Dollars. Someone famous. Wouldn't that mean there could be more?

-Come to think of it, that is kind of cool.

-Imagine if Cyan Grace was part of the Dollars!

-He sings even worse. He'd put shame to our name.

-That rhymes!

-Hey, don't say that! For all you know, they could be reading all this right now.

Mikado smiled. Celebrities in the Dollars? That would be interesting. The thought of something a nobody like him created attracting the interest of the people he admired on TV was pretty exciting.

A loud screech of agonized cats caught his attention. The old lady on the second floor was trying to give her house pets baths again. With that in mind, it looked like it was time for school.

After turning off his computer, he casually suited himself into his school's uniform and sloppily chomped on the last bit of his breakfast before heading off. It was the usual routine. Life had been normal for quite a bit, but he wasn't one to complain. Besides, having a string of normal days like this was a small price to pay for someone to be able to run a group as massive as the Dollars.

It was true. The world is kind of strange like that, huh? Even pubescent minors like him could manage to find a sense of excitement and importance in this world.

"Mikado! Hey, Mikado!"

"Hm?" Mikado turned around to see a boy about a year younger than him running and waving towards him. "Oh, Aoba. Good morning."

After catching up to Mikado, Aoba playfully smacked Mikado's back which apparently managed to startle his older friend a bit. "Was that really necessary?"

"For an upperclassman, you're just way too easy, dude," Aoba lightly chuckled.

Mikado couldn't help but frown. It was nice to be looked up to by someone younger and all, but he couldn't help but think of Aoba to be pretty annoying at times. The kid was sometimes too cheeky to be tolerable.

Their trek to school continued as Aoba began to share a meaningless tale to Mikado. It was mornings like this that reminded him that his days lately were as normal as ever. He knew he shouldn't be complaining. He's witnessed things that no ordinary person would ever dream of seeing, but with that in mind, it'd be nice if something different could happen again.

Mikado stopped to notice two girls pass by them; one mumbling angrily and the other nodding silently with a slightly annoyed expression. He knew those two. They were underclassmen in the same class as Aoba. He's heard people say that they're Izaya Orihara's twin sisters, but he honestly had a hard time believing that.

"What's up with those two?" Mikado asked.

"Oh, Mairu and Kurui?" Aoba began. "Nothing really. I talked to them before I ran into you and I guess I said something that ticked them off. Nothing too special."

"Really? What did you say?"

"That they're concept of love is flawed and stupid."

Mikado stopped in his tracks again and almost glared at Aoba. "You really shouldn't say stuff like that to other people so casually."

"What? Was I wrong? You try hanging out with them and listen to them banter about their deep love for that Yuhei Hanejima guy. And they even go around kissing each other in public like it's nothing!"

"I'm not sure about that," Mikado sighed as they continued on walking. "I've met some people with some pretty screwed up meanings of love. I'm sure theirs couldn't be any worse."

"Really? I'd love to hear 'em."

"I'm sure you don't."

Soon after, Aoba continued on again with his ridiculous story that Mikado only half paid attention to. They met Anri Sonohara along the way and his story went on to try to pique her interest as well. By the time they made it to the school grounds, it was just minutes before the bell. It was the usual signal that today might be just any other day.

A young woman walked through the city streets in a nervous fashion. Every time she bumped into someone, she'd spend half a minute apologizing before realizing that no one gave a damn. Her shy mannerisms made her seem as if she was timid middle schooler lost on her way to her new school. It really wasn't too far off the mark. She was mostly definitely lost for one thing.

"B:Lily-Rose, B:Lily-Rose, B:Lily-Rose…" She repeated endlessly. "Where is it?"

The directions her friend had given her online were pretty straight forward. If it were anyone else, they'd find it in no time. Unfortunately, she'd been away from Japan for so long, her sight was still trying to readjust to reading her old language.

Her eyes lit up. Found it! Her long raven hair flying in the wind, she rushed straight into café.

Slowly stepping into the building, she was immediately greeted to a small chorus of "welcome home, my lady" from the café's employees. Blushing at the reception, she nervously hovered over to the woman standing right next to a podium and getting ready to find her a seat.

"Uh, excuse me," the girl began. Her voice was weak and hesitant as if she were trying a little too hard to not accidentally slip into Mandarin. "I'm actually meeting someone here."

"And who would that be, my lady?" She knew it was nothing more than a boyish woman suited to look like a butler straight out of an anime, but she couldn't help but blush.

"Um, she has darkish brown hair and she wears a dark-gray paperboy cap and dress and I think she said she'd be waiting with someone…"

"Ah, I know the one," the woman responded. "She should be at the very back of the café. I'll show you the way."

"Oh, no, no," she stammered frantically, her hands waving in front of her body. "I'll just find her myself."

"But I insist, my lady."

"No, it's okay," she continued. "I'd rather surprise them."

The woman smiled. "As you wish."

Thanking the woman, she started her way towards the back of the café with a reddened face. Gosh, the women in these cafés look a lot more like men than I remember. I swear, she looked just like Sebastian!

I haven't really been in these cafes in a while. There were some maid cafes in Taiwan, but I don't know why no one ever opened up a butler café. Maybe it's because of the crossdressing staff? But they could always tweak it to just employ pretty boys. At least things wouldn't be awkward. And there were a lot of really hot guys back in Taiwan too. I wonder if-

"SIGN A CONTRACT!"

"EEP!"

With a sudden weight pouncing on her back and a heart that might have skipped a beat or two, it was hard to blame her for falling on the ground and knocking down a vacant chair.

"Ha ha, you act just like you do online!"

"C-can you please get off of me?" She squeaked.

"Oh, right. Sorry about that." Composing herself of her laughter, she was quick to her feet and reached out her hand for her friend to stand.

"And I was thinking of surprising you too…"

"Hey, don't be so down. Come on and sit. My friend and I are treating. Order whatever you want."

"Oh, okay…"

The young woman continued to lead the girl to the very back of the café where her other friend was already seated and reading one of the light novels from the pile that sat on the table. Noticing the two approaching, he waved at them with a smile.

"So this is the famous Kanaka Tsukihara," he said as the two girls seated themselves.

"Yup," his friend grinned. "My awesome friend from that roleplay site. Well, awesomer than the people who never show up for our threads that is."

Kanaka bowed. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"This is my friend, Walker," she continued. "He's big into anime and manga too, but he sucks at roleplaying so don't even bother to try and invite him to any of our threads."

"Hey, that was uncalled for, Erika!"

"But it's the truth!"

"I…see…" She smiled. It appears her friend acted just the same as she did online.

By then, one of the waitresses had arrived. After reassuring Kanaka that she was free to order whatever you wanted, Kanaka proceeded to order one of the more expensive entrees as well as half the pastries on the menu. After gaping at her appetite, Erika quickly forced the job of payment on to Walker before he had any time to protest. They argued up until the food arrived.

"So, how have you been?" Erika smiled as she munched into the cake she ordered. "Psyched that you're back in Japan?"

"Yeah. It's really been a while. I haven't spoken Japanese in forever."

Erika glanced towards Walker. "Oh, right, let me explain. Kanaka used to live here in Tokyo and she moved to Taiwan after graduating middle school. Must've been nice to play it easy and not have to worry about high school entrance exams, huh?"

"It was nice I guess," Kanaka answered nervously after nibbling into her cake.

"Where's your apartment by the way?"

"Here in Ikebukuro. It's actually near that giant Animate store. I dropped my stuff there before I came here."

"Cool I'll visit sometimes. Got a job planned?"

"Um, not really… I saw a craft store that was hiring trained artisans though."

"Oh, the shop that sells things their employees make?" Walker joined in. "It's a pretty cool place. Erika and I had some of our wares sold there a few times. You should definitely try getting a job there."

"I guess… Hey, I've been meaning to ask."

"Hm?" The two perked.

"Are you guys dating?"

They both spat out their food.

An accident ended up happening during a third year science class so the students of Raira Academy were dismissed early for the day. Mikado caught up to Anri as she exited the classroom, but she declined his offer for them to walk home together.

"Sorry. I'm almost out of food, so I have to rush to the store before their sale ends."

"I-it's alright," Mikado stammered, trying hard not to blush. "Maybe tomorrow?"

Anri nodded with a smile before she darted off. It was then that Mikado was smacked on the back for the second time that day.

"Hey there senpai!" Aoba greeted happily.

"Hey, Aoba," Mikado said hoarsely.

"Anri's not walking with you today?"

"No, she had to-"

"Hey, you!"

Mikado jumped towards the back and noticed an angry group of third years glaring his way.

"Uh…uh." He couldn't help but freak out. Are they talking to me?

"Are you guys still pissed?" Aoba said with a composed expression. Mikado jolted and stared over at the unexpected sound of his younger friend's voice. "Thought you guys would run home to your mamas by now."

"A-aoba," Mikado stammered weakly. "What did you do?"

"What did you say, punk? !"

"Hey," Aoba began again as he pulled over Mikado despite his protests. "You see this guy? I'll bet you guys can't even beat him up. He could murder you if he wanted to."

"What? !" Mikado yelped.

"Oh really?" One of the thugs said as he cracked his knuckles and slowly inched forward. Mikado gulped.

"Yeah. All at once. And he could do it with his eyes closed and his hands tied behind his back too."

"What are you saying? !" Mikado shouted in horror as his kouhai continued to dig him deeper into the situation.

"I'm saying that you can beat up these pansies with nothing but a pen, that's what."

"N-no, I can't-"

"You think you're so tough, huh?" One of the thugs growled. Mikado faced the gang again with a pale face and sweat slowly dripping down his skin.

The group inched closer towards Mikado by the second. The second year made constant attempts to have them go away, but by the time their leader was face to face with him, it was already over.

"You really think you can beat me up, huh?"

"Well, no, actually, I-" Mikado turned his head, but was shocked and horrified to see that Aoba had already abandoned him.

"Well then," the thug said as he raised his fist for a punch. "I'll show you what happens when you mess with me!"

Terrified, Mikado ducked at the last minute before making a mad dash to the stairs. Before he knew it, he was already outside school grounds and the thugs were still after him.

"You'll meet them next time," Erika chatted to Kanaka as the three exited the café. "They're really fun to hang out with and Dotachin's pretty cool too."

"I see…" What kind of nickname is Dotachin?

"Oh! And can you help me with my doujin while you're at it?"

"You haven't even figured out what series to use. I don't think there's much I can do."

"Hey, you're not supposed to get outside help!" Walker pointed.

"You never said that I couldn't. Besides, I already asked her for help every time I talked to her online."

"Well if you're getting help, I'm docking off that light novel from your prizes."

"Hey! You can't do that. We had a deal!"

"You don't deserve all that stuff if you're getting outside help."

"Uh, guys…"

" IIIIIIIZAAAAAAAAAAYAAAAAAAAA !"

CRASH!

The three jolted. Right in front of there eyes, a vending machine lay on the ground with the glass broken and scattered and its sides dented. Walker didn't seem too shocked at the occurrence and Erika began squealing in joy. Kanaka was left shaking in fear.

A…a…a vending machine? Why-why did a vending machine...? How did that…? It wasn't here before… Wh-what's going on? And did he say…?

Another vending machine was flung in the sky and crashed right into the walls of the store across the street. Kanaka jumped again while Erika's squeals grew in volume.

"Ohmigod, yes! It's happening again!"

"Wh-what's happening again?"

"We have to get front row seats!" Erika shouted happily as she grabbed hold of Walker and dashed away.

"W-wait," Kanaka said weakly. "What's going on?" Deciding that there was nothing else she could do, she reluctantly followed after her friends. What she saw shocked her.

Shizuo growled as he snapped a street sign out of the ground. "How many times have I told you to stay out of Ikebukuro?"

"I don't know Shizu-chan? I'm pretty sure it's over nine hundred by this point."

Shizuo grew even angrier. He shouted again before running towards Izaya, ready to strike. "I'm going to kick your smarty little ass all the way to China!"

"I'd like to see you try," Izaya smirked as he ran forward with his switchblade in hand.

As the battle unraveled, Erika kept on narrating a BL scenario and tweaked it to fit exactly what was going on at that moment. Walker had to restrain her as she reached the raunchiest part and began going a bit crazy. Kanaka paid no attention to her two friends however. She just stared on in shock. "Is…that…"

At that point, Shizuo's makeshift weapon found itself slamming on to a building's wall before making a large dust cloud as it fell flat to the ground. Izaya ran while Shizuo pulled out another street sign. He made one last cry before that area of town was free of sight of the two ruffians.

" IIIIIIIZAAAAAAAAAAYAAAAAAAAA !"

…

Two full minutes of silence blew past the streets before everyone slowly began to return to their normal lives.

"That was so awesome!" Erika squealed.

"Why can't you put that much enthusiasm into a regular story?" Walker sighed.

Kanaka had barely spoken a word after the fight had left. Her mind was still locked on to the event that she just witnessed. And to one thing in particular.

"Don't worry about those two, alright, Kanaka?" Erika said after slipping out of another playful argument with Walker. "They do that all the time and it's rare that someone comes out injured, so I wouldn't worry about a thing."

"Did he say, Izaya?"

"Yeah," Walker replied. "That was the guy he was chasing after."

"Izaya? As in Izaya Orihara?"

"Uh, yeah," Walker answered again. "Wait, how do you know about-"

"Was that Izaya Orihara?"

"Yeah," Erika answered in confusion. "Seriously, how do you know about-"

Before Erika could finish her sentence, Kanaka was already dashing off to the direction the duo had moved their fight towards. Erika and Walker were left to just shrug at themselves while Kanaka left with an excited smile and gleaming eyes.

It's him! It's actually him!

If one were to see this through a TV screen, they'd first be greeted by a bright and colorful sign amongst the backdrop exclaiming, "DRx7 Omake!". Some soft idle banter from the film crew would be heard from the background before one person would notice that the camera had already begun rolling and curse as everyone frantically gets back to work. Two teenagers, one a guy and one a girl, would flaunt on to the set and happily begin the program.

"Hello everyone!" They shouted excitedly. "Welcome to Durarararararara ? ! ? ! Omake!"

"You're probably wondering what this is," the girl giggled. "It's a little after chapter commentary that will be used to explain the chapter as well as the in-story references."

"And it'll be hosted by yours truly," the boy continued confidently "and my lovely girlfriend, Saki!"

"You're such a flirt, Masaomi," Saki giggled.

"Alright, I guess we should get the references out of the way first," Masaomi sighed as he pulled out a list of the references the story had accumulated thus far. "Let's see... Prince of Tennis: Some shonen manga, Hetalia: Some weird web manga, Tiger and Bunny, No. 6... You know what?" He threw the list behind his back. "You're all those nerdy otaku type. You probably don't need any explanations, right?"

"Uh, Masaomi," Saki said uneasily. "I don't think that's how we're supposed to do our job."

"Now what we really need to talk about," Masaomi continued on as he unexpectedly put his arm Saki, making her stifle a small squeak as he pulled her over. "...is that Aoba kid. Man he's annoying. I leave the gang and the author throws in this kid for my replacement?" He sighed, placing his right hand on to his head. "But then again, it's pretty hard to find a good replacement for someone with characteristics as strong and diverse as mine."

"Oh," Saki began awkwardly. "If anyone was wondering, B:Lily-Rose is an actual butler cafe in Ikebukuro and is actually the first one ever established there."

"And they've got some pretty cute chicks too," Masaomi added after removing his arm from Saki's shoulder. "I mean, they are pretty cute for a couple of girls who go around dressing like guys all day. But I bet they'd look even cuter without that get up. And this is why I prefer maid cafes!" He faced his girlfriend. "Not that I'm saying the girls at those cafes are prettier than you."

"Oh, Masaomi~"

If one were to see this through a TV screen, they'd witness a scene of two teenagers, one a guy and one a girl, shamelessly gushing about each other, and hear several annoyed groans off set from the crew, especially the cameraman, before the viewer would roll their eyes, grab the nearest remote, and shut the TV off.

We're jumping around quite a bit, huh? Well, there's still at least two other storylines to introduce (one of which is linked to Mikado's), so look forward to more weird jumping.

As for why the Omake segment exists, I've actually been meaning to point out references like that, but the idea didn't originally make the cut. (It would've been hosted by Erika and Walker.) I wanted to incorporate Masaomi and Saki into the fic too, but aside from Masaomi popping up in the chat site, nothing came to mind. So here they are in their annoying puppy love way!

And as per usual, review if you have anything to say. Even something insulting. At least it's feedback in some way or form.