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, Mikado decided to screw things up and make things harder.
This chapter? Why do I even ask?
I might stop writing this because it's scoring so low on my Fanfiction list. Really. I have, like, five people reading this and I don't even think they care. Bwah! So, if I randomly stop, that's why. I thrive off the reviews! For reals, guys. I do. My drive to write a story comes from it's ratings. That's why I stop writing some of them.
Eh, who am I kidding? This is the best idea I've ever had. I'll finish it.
On with the story!
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Chapter 8
Visual Confirmation
Merging and Alliances
Posted: December 17, 2015, 10:13 PM
Updated: December 19, 2015, 2:17 PM
Note to all Dollars Members. Due to the possibility of an upcoming war against the Evergreens, we want to announce a temporary truce between the Dollars and the Yellow Scarves (this is currently unofficial due to the leader being absent but we hope for it to become official when we manage to speak with them). The General of the Yellow Scarves (Kida Masaomi) has agreed to this arrangement.
We are currently awaiting a reply from the Blue Squares.
DO NOT MAKE ANY CONTACT WITH THE EVERGREENS. AVOID IF POSSIBLE.
Please await for further orders.
UPDATE: The Blue Squares have accepted the truce. The Dollars, the Yellow Scarves, and the Blue Squares are now current allies.
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34 Takeshita Street; Harajuku, Shibuya
December 21, 2015, 5:56 PM
Masaomi and Saki were cuddled up on the couch, watching a children's Christmas Movie. They shared one blanket and each had their own cup of hot chocolate. It was one of Saki's most favored times with Masaomi. Everything just seemed so...peaceful.
That was until the doorbell rang. Masaomi groaned and set his hot chocolate on the table. He gave Saki the whole blanket and stood up. "Probably just salesmen," he said as he walked to the door. Saki nodded.
Masaomi was wrong.
At his door stood Anri and Kyohei.
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*Coincidence or Fate?*
Anri and Kyohei were both on their way to see Masaomi. They met outside his front door at the same time and laughed when the realized they both were there to see Masaomi for very similar reasons.
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"What are you guys doing in Shibuya?" was the first thing to come out of his mouth. Kyohei and Anri exchanged unsure glances before looking back. Masaomi blinked then gasped. "Oh. Right. Come in." He walked to the living room. "Ah, Saki? We have some...visitors..."
She looked up and smiled. "Kyohei! Anri!" she said, standing up and putting her mug beside Masaomi's. "It's been too long. What brings you here?"
Kyohei folded his arms. "It's about the war," he said.
Instantly, Saki's gray eyes dampened. Masaomi turned to her and hesitated for a moment. "Saki," he said quietly, solemnly. "If there is any hot water left, could you make them some hot chocolate, please?"
Saki said nothing as she disappeared into the kitchen quietly.
Anri and Kyohei understood what the silence was about but spoke nothing of it. Masaomi motioned for them to sit in the dining room, which was beside the kitchen. They each took a seat and Masaomi folded his arms on the table. "So," he said. "What is it?"
Neither Kyohei or Anri knew where to start. Kyohei spoke first. "Mikado has regained his position as leader of the Dollars," he explained. "and the Blue Squares have agreed on an alliance with us."
"Mikado," Anri began, inhaling. "is in Ikebukuro right now with Aoba as we speak. He says that is where the war is going to start."
"And," Kyohei sighed, glancing nervously at Saki, who was cleaning a mug for one of them to us. "we think the war is going to start tomorrow morning."
There was a smash from the kitchen and everyone turned. Saki had dropped her mug and she stared at them in horror. "Y-You can't be serious..." she whispered.
"Saki," Masaomi began, standing up.
She shook her head and held back a few sobs. "Masaomi, you can't fight!" she cried. "Promise me you won't fight."
Masaomi said nothing. Saki dropped her arms and exhaled, letting a few tears slip down her cheeks freely. There was a moment of silence before Saki swung her arms, nodded to a question she had asked herself, then disappeared into the living room to fetch a dust pan and broom to clean up the mug pieces.
There was another silence and Masaomi sat back down again. He stared at his hands, tapping his fingers against the desk and biting his lip. "What time?" he asked.
"Around eight," Kyohei replied. "in the morning, but try to be there for seven at Sunshine 60 in Ikebukuro."
Anri glanced at him, as though she was shocked he was still letting Masaomi go. Slowly, she turned back and Masaomi stood up. "Then, we'll see you tomorrow, then?"
There was hesitation, then Masaomi nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow..."
With that, he showed Kyohei and Anri to the door. There was a quiet goodbye and the door closed.
Kyohei and Anri walked to the sidewalk and turned to each other. "Where are you headed?" Kyohei asked before Anri would simply leave.
"I," she paused. "I don't really have anywhere in mind, but I plan to stay in Ikebukuro."
Kyohei nodded. "Stay with me for the night," he said. "Tomorrow, we'll set up and meet Mikado at the Sunshine 60 at seven."
Anri agreed and the two headed towards the train station.
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Inside Masaomi's Apartment; Harajuku, Shibuya
December 21, 2015, 9:58 PM
The broken mug pieces were in the trash can.
Saki sat on the couch, the hot chocolate in her hands gone cold. Masaomi sat beside her, holding her closely. She had been crying and begging him not to go, but both knew he would have to leave in the morning.
She didn't realize he had been crying, too.
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Dai-Ichi Hotel; Shinbashi, Minato
December 15, 2015, 11:19 PM
"Can I ask you one last question?" Izaya said as he and Saki finished their last bit of sushi, Izaya throwing some money on the table for the bill, and swung their jackets on to brave the cold.
Saki glanced at him. "Of course," she said.
They walked out into the snow and shivered in the wind. Saki turned to Izaya, as she knew this was where they headed separate ways, but he still had a question to ask her. Izaya glanced at her, his red eyes a deep contrast to the white snow. "What are you going to do if Masaomi dies?"
Saki froze.
Izaya waited for a moment, then smirked when he realized he wasn't going to get an answer. "Think about that," he said, turning and walking away. "then come see me when you have an answer."
Saki simply watched him leave.
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Grand Heights Strip Club; Ikebukuro, Toshima
December 22, 2015, 2:29 AM
Mikado really couldn't care less about the woman up on the stage. He was more fixated on Akako Misora, the head of the Toshima District Evergreens. Of course, Akako seemed distracted by the ladies up on stage but it wasn't hard to bring his attention back.
"Tomorrow," Mikado began, taking Akako's attention. "A war is going to break out. The Dollars, the Yellow Scarves, and only half of the Blue Squares are going to attack the Evergreens of Toshima."
Akako tilted his head and puffed a cigar. It was hard to tell if his hair was brown or black in the smoky atmosphere but Mikado couldn't care less. "And?"
"The other half of the Blue Squares are on your side of the playing field."
Akako straightened himself up and cocked an eyebrow. "Really?" he said. "Who's side are you on?"
"My own," Mikado replied. "We have to both win and lose. Play our cards right for as long as we can."
"We have far more men than Dollars or Yellow Scarves," he said. "We expand all over central Tokyo."
"So do the Dollars," Mikado shot back evenly. Akako shifted again. "and there are more Yellow Scarves in Ikebukuro than anywhere else. If you aren't careful, you'll find yourself taken down by them."
Akako took another puff of his cigar and threw some cash on the table. "Who's their leader?" he asked. "Of the Yellow Scarves, I mean."
"Masaomi Kida," Mikado replied, taking the cash off the table. He knew Akako already knew Mikado lead both the Dollars and the Yellow Scarves and Aoba, who was beside him, helped with it. "He lives in Harajuku but he'll be in Ikebukuro tomorrow morning for the start of the war."
Akako nodded again. "How are you sure?" he asked. "Did you ask him yourself?"
"I've known him since I was a child," Mikado replied, breathing in with some form of uncertainty. "I know him better than anyone else."
There was a pause and Akako took that moment to watch the ladies again. After a minute, he looked down and put out his cigar. "I'll be there," he said.
"Eight'o'clock," Mikado said, standing up. Aoba followed his actions. "Sunshine 60. See you there."
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Izaya's Apartment; Somewhere in Shinjuku
December 22, 2015, 3:32 AM
There was no telling if Izaya was simply asleep or just resting. His head was on his desk, buried in his arms. He sighed.
"Izaya," a familiar voice sighed. "You really should do something."
Izaya lifted his head to see an all-too-familiar face; Shinra Kishitani. He lifted his head off the table and tapped his finger against the desk. "Yeah," he muttered. "I would, but there is no purpose in it."
"Since when did life always need a purpose," the doctor chuckled, standing from his seat on the couch. "You know there is a war happening down there, so why don't you do what you always do?"
Izaya swirled on his chair childishly, although his brought no joy like it usually did. "It's not like I started this one..." he muttered, running his hands through his hair.
Shinra chuckled and walked to the windows, looking down at all the people. "You don't need to be in control of everything," he advised. "to have a little fun. Sometimes, you get on the roller coaster and let it take you for the ride. Um, am I making any sense?"
The informant frowned but nodded. "Yeah," he said slowly.
"So-oh," Shinra beamed, throwing his arms out wide. "Go out there and at least watch! It's better than watching you sulk around here all day long."
"I do not sulk," Izaya growled, getting to his feet and looking out the window. "I just...lost sight of what my goal is."
There was a pause. Then, a gentle hand landed on his shoulder. He turned back and followed the arm up into gray eyes. "Don't worry about living for a reason," Shinra said quietly. "Just live."
Izaya watched him for a moment, then looked out the window and rested his head against his reflection.
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*I'll Let You In On A Little Secret*
Shinra Kishitani is dead.
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After Notes
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