The Distance A Raindrop Falls
By: AtomicKokoro
Storyline
Set five years after the end of Durarara. Peace seem to have finally fallen in their lives, but one wrong word brings everyone back together for one last round of war.
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Before You Read
Last chapter, we met a man. Who is he? What do Masaomi and Kyohei want with him?
Well, all that will be answered this chapter! Wow. It took four chapters to get some suspense... Man, I suck at intros. At least it's a boring beginning, just like Durarara!. Ha! See? Still true to the Anime!
In this one, I made up Mikado's address cause I'm tired of looking up streets in Japan. I can't read Kanji. Google Maps! Why you no be in English?
By the way, I got tired of doing the song title thing cause finding those songs are hard. So, I just make up my own chapter titles. Yeah!
On with the story.
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Chapter 5
Before The Storm
Dai-Ichi Hotel, Shinbashi, Minato
December 15, 2015, 11:02 PM
Saki paced outside the Dai-Ichi Hotel, chewing on her fingernails. Several men who passed her gave her a few funny looks and she was beginning to feel afraid. It was a cold night and she dressed appropriately. She loved her earmuffs especially, though.
Masaomi bought them for her.
She gave a half-groan, half-cry and spun around. "Hurry up," she whispered. Almost on cue, she heard someone approach her. Saki looked up and smiled. "Izaya..."
The half-smiling man tilted his head and nodded. "Good evening," he said quietly. "Let's go inside, shall we?"
Saki nodded and the two proceeded inside. They found a booth in the back corner in the dining room. It would close in less than an hour, but that was all the time they needed. They quickly ordered a round of sushi as they removed their coats and set them on the seat beside them. There was a bit of silence before Izaya broke it. "What would you like to know first?" he asked.
Saki brushed some hair from her eyes. "I want to know if Masaomi will be okay." Izaya shifted, waiting for something more than that. Saki sighed. "He left about two hours ago to Kabukicho to meet with who he thinks is the leader of the Evergreens. Kyohei, Mikado, and Anri are with him, I think."
Izaya thought about it. "Kabukicho," he mused. "That's strange."
Saki blinked. "How?"
"The Evergreens started in Harajuku," he explained. "What would the leader be doing in Shinjuku?"
The woman shook her head. "I'm not sure," she replied. "He didn't tell me anything, other than Kyohei had gotten the information from the Dollars forum."
It was strange to Saki. She was used to talking with Izaya with a smile on her face, with his voice sly and expression knowing. Now, she was terrified and Izaya's voice was curious and expression unsure. Never before had Izaya looked unsure or confused, but he had been that way since the incident five years ago.
"It's hard to say if the information from the Dollars is reliable," Izaya said. "Masaomi might be hunting a duck on a wild goose chase."
"Will he be okay?"
Izaya hesitated. "It's hard to say," he replied. "but he did survive the war five years ago, so I don't see how he couldn't take care of himself five years later. Remember, Saki. He isn't the confused, helpless boy he was five years ago. He's a man and he certainly stronger."
Saki was shocked. He almost sounded caring and he almost sounded understanding. This wasn't the Izaya she knew. This was someone else. Someone who had lost something a long time ago. Someone who was trying to be someone else.
"Five years ago," Saki whispered. "what happened?"
Izaya frowned. "That," he said, his voice suddenly cold. "is none of your business."
Saki swallowed.
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39 Nakamura Street, Unit 42; Shinbashi, Minato
December 15, 2015, 8:11 PM
Mikado had been sitting, talking with Aoba about future plans when he received his text from Masaomi.
555-823-9105
Masaomi Kida
Going to meet the leader of the Evergreens. Do you and Anri want to join us?
Mikado didn't bother asking who was going or why. He bit his lip and looked back at Aoba, who was sitting on his couch. Aoba smirked as though he knew what Mikado's text was. Quickly, he replied a text answering he couldn't because he had a report and Anri had work.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Mikado asked. "I don't want to provoke another war if we don't need one."
Aoba shook his head. "Mikado, what happened to your passion for something new? Some change? Some action?"
Mikado bit his lip. "I don't want a repeat of what happened five years ago," he answered. "I can find thrill another way."
There was a mocking laugh. "By studying medics in front of your computer all day?" Aoba laughed. "You must be out of your mind."
"I have a plan," Mikado replied. "It just takes time."
"Whatever," Aoba sighed, standing up. "You do things your way, and I'll do them mine."
Mikado jumped to his feet, his voice low and threatening. "What are you going to do?"
"Nothing much," Aoba sighed. "I'm going to talk to a few of those Evergreen guys." He tossed a glance at Mikado. "Why don't you join me? It would be a nice change of scenery from your apartment."
Mikado hesitated. Then, finally, he nodded.
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Red Moon Nightclub; Kabukicho, Shinjuku
December 16, 2015, 2:23 AM
Masaomi inhaled deeply, trying not to cough on the smoke that whiffed through the room. The man was wearing lime green wristbands and a confident smirk. Kyohei shifted his weight to the other foot. "I'm Kyohei Kadota," he said, finally. "and this is Masaomi Kida."
The man looked at both of them, then gave a mocking smile and a wave. "Hello," he said. "I'm Torao Umino." The woman on his lap adjusted herself so she was comfortable, but Torao waved her off and nearly pushed her onto the bed. He stood and walked up to them. "What brings you here?"
"Depending on the answer my question," Kyohei said carefully. "We will either leave or ask you more questions."
Torao looked back at the woman then turned back and smirked. "Alright," he said. "Shoot."
"Are you the leader of the Evergreens?"
Torao tilted his head and contemplated on answering. He turned and went back to his seat and table to pick up his cellphone, click a few buttons, and turned back around again. "And if I told you yes, what would you do?"
"We'll have a little talk," Kyohei replied confidently.
Torao brushed some red hair from his ear and nodded. He must have been European in one way or another, too, because the color of his hair was strange for a Japanese man, unless it was dyed. He threw his cellphone on the table and returned to his girl on the bed, kissing her neck and rubbing her torso.
Masaomi and Kyohei shuffled uncomfortably.
After a few moments, the door was opened and three men wearing green walked in.
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*Fun Fact*
They were the same guys who tried to rob the Variety Convenience Store.
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Masaomi subconsciously reached for his gun at his waist. Torao pulled away from the woman and stood himself back up again. "So, in case you haven't noticed," he said. "I am the leader of the Evergreens, but what does that mean to you?"
There was a tense silence. One of Torao's men coughed from the smoke. Kyohei glanced at Masaomi then at Torao. "We aren't exactly comfortable with the amount of men that are spread of Central Tokyo."
"Oh!" Torao gasped mockingly. "Really? Well, then, I guess that's just too bad! A bunch of men in green, wandering around. Did the war rattle people so much that it lasts so long for five years?"
"There are too many," Masaomi said, backing up Kyohei. "A gang this large could cause serious damage to Tokyo with bad intentions."
"So the war of the small gangs – the Yellow Scarves, the Dollars, the Blue Squares – didn't cause any damage at all? I'm impressed."
"That's not..." The blond sighed with defeat. "We just want to know that you aren't going to hurt anyone."
Before Torao could replied, Kyohei stepped in. "With a gang spread over all of Central Tokyo, one man won't be able to control all of them."
Torao laughed. "You think there is only one leader?" he chuckled. "You must be out of your mind."
Masaomi inhaled, worry beginning to settle in. "What do you mean?" he demanded. "There are other leaders?"
The redhead rolled his eyes. "What did I just say?"
Kyohei and Masaomi exchanged worried glances. The room was beginning to shrink and Kyohei was finding it hard to breathe. "Listen," he said after a moment. "Just tell us what you are planning to do."
"Why would I do that?" Torao scoffed. His mockery left and it was replaced with an annoyed anger. "If I told you what we were going to do, wouldn't that be handing ourselves over to the enemy?"
Dammit! Masaomi cursed in his mind. Don't tell me they are against us...
"Enemy?" Kyohei echoed. "We aren't your enemy."
Torao smirked. "Oh, yes. You are." He turned to his girl and smiled at her. "Don't worry. You'll be paid well for this wasted time. You can go now." Finally, she gave a smile. She got up and started towards the doors, giving a seductive wink to the other men in the room.
When she left, Torao turned serious and walked up to them. "Any gang who isn't the Evergreens is our enemy." Then, he smirked at the two. "I'm not stupid. I have my sources. You," He turned to Masaomi. "are the General of the Yellow Scarves, aren't you?" He gave a sly smirk, one that only belong to Izaya back before he changed, then turned to Kyohei. "And you are the current stand-in for the Dollar's Leader."
There was tight hesitation. Masaomi was beginning to think going there wasn't such a good idea. "Well," he chuckled with nervousness, trying to find some lightening in the mood. "I think we've finished here-"
"No," Torao sighed. "We haven't. I'm afraid there is a lot more we must talk about."
Masaomi gripped the handle of his gun, his heart rate beginning to pick up. "Kyohei..."
"Go ahead," he said. "We are done here."
Faster than he thought he could ever, Masaomi whipped out his pistol and aimed it at Torao. "We're leaving. Right now."
Torao blinked, staring into the pistol of the gun. "You wouldn't have the guts to kill a man," he said. "even if you were almost killed yourself."
Masaomi swallowed and cocked the gun. "Wanna bet?" he growled.
There was hesitation. The men behind them didn't bother moving, in fear Masaomi would really pull the trigger. After a long moment, Torao waved at the men to step aside. The slowly obliged and Masaomi and Kyohei started backing out of the room.
They made it to the hall and then shut the door. Masaomi slipped his gun back into his hostler and turned to Kyohei. "C'mon," he said, and the two men hurried out of the Nightclub.
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After Notes
More stuff! Yay!
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