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, sadness.

This chapter? The past.

On with the story.

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Chapter 9

War

Ikebukuro, Toshima

Five Years Ago

A few too many events lead up to that day. The inevitable had finally arrived.

The day of the War.

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*The Few Too Many Events That Lead Up To The War*

One: Mikado Ryūgamine and Masaomi Kida had become enemies

Two: Izaya Orihara had finally pulled the right strings.

Three: Celty Sturluson had opened her eyes, but forgot the memory of her heart.

Four: Anri Sonohara had no longer any control of the Saika.

Five: Aoba Kuronuma convinced Mikado Ryūgamine that the War would solve everything.

Six: Rumors started by Ran Izumii caused tension between the gangs.

Seven: Shizuo Heiwajima was completely unbiased in the War.

Eight: The Dollars had grown significantly.

Nine: So had the Yellow Scarves.

Ten: The Chatroom no longer existed.

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Everyone knew the War was about to begin. They all gathered in the center of Ikebukuro. The Yellow Scarves and the Saika stood one side, the Scarves huddled in groups of three or four while the Saika stood blankly.

Masaomi stood with Anri, trying to calm her down. One of her eyes were red and her arm was beginning to hurt. "Just hold on. It won't be long now," he said. Anri nodded the best she could.

On the other side stood the Dollars and the Blue Squares. Mikado and Aoba stood beside each other, Aoba looking around as Mikado began to text into his phone, one hand in his pocket as though he didn't care about the War.

Everyone knew Mikado would signal the beginning of the War, but he simply stood there, texting on his phone. Writing something. Then, without a warning, he turned and walked into the crowd of the Dollars. They parted and let Mikado through, Aoba following him close behind.

Masaomi stood a bit more, still holding Anri. "Where did he go?" he asked rhetorically.

Up above the four gangs, on top of the nearest building between them was a woman dressed in black, Celty Sturluson, waiting on her motorcycle. She was silent, watching the four gangs closely, the wind blowing through her red-pink hair.

Not too far from her right, by a few buildings, a man in a dark coat, Izaya Orihara, stood on top of a higher building. She looked up over her shoulder at him. He glanced, smirked, and turned back to the gang. Celty frowned and looked down as well.

Shinra Kishitani, who had gathered his stuff, had just appeared as the last few Dollars members arrived. He looked up and noticed Celty on the building on the other side of the gang of Dollars. More importantly, he noticed a familiar face run into a nearer building.

While Shinra held hope still for Celty to recognize him and love him again, he knew that face and he knew where he was going. With a hiss and a growl, he hurried into the building after the man.

Shizuo and Simon stood uncertainly by the Russia Sushi Shop. No possible customers were passing by. They knew what was going to happen and they wanted to part of it. Shizuo looked to the sky and spotted a helicopter. He met brown eyes that stared back emotionlessly. The blond threw his cigarette to the ground and put it out.

Kyohei, Erika, Walker, and Saburo waited in their van in an alleyway near the back. They watched Mikado and Aoba walk away from the war zone and Shinra disappear after the man Kyohei recognized as Nakura.

Silence rang over central Ikebukuro for a long moment.

Suddenly, a cell phone rang.

Then another. And another. And another.

Masaomi stood straight as Anri's eyes finally turned full red, the Saika drawn from underneath her sleeve like a magic trick. "Here we go," he said quietly.

The Yellow Scarves tensed and merged as one while the Saika Children began to sway, ready to attack. There was a brief silence.

Kyohei pulled his phone from his pocket and opened it, reading the message.

Dollars

Unknown

The War has begun.

It took the breath of one man, a step forward, and a battle cry for the war to commence. The Dollars charged, the Blue Squares following their action.

Masaomi lifted his arm and swung it down. "Go on!" he yelled (which he later thought was a stupid thing to yell before going into battle).

The four gangs charged and clashed. The first punch was thrown, the first, second, third, fifth, seventh, thirteenth, twenty-fifth man down in less than five seconds.

Wheels screeched, people screamed, blows exchanged, and blood everywhere.

Anri sliced away with her Saika, no longer able to control herself anymore. Masaomi found the first weapon he found and swung wildly at blue dressed or non-yellow dressed individuals.

Celty brought her front wheel up, the engine braying like a horse. A black scythe formed in her hand from shadows and she held it up, menacingly, her teal eyes burning like fire.

Izaya threw his head back and hollered a laugh. How enjoyable this was. The fighting, the blood, the fallen, and the damned. All brought together by a wave of his hand. This was his end. This was how it was supposed to go.

"Izaya!" a voice yelled from behind.

Izaya whipped around and smirked at the sight of a man brandishing a gun. "Nakura!" he gasped, almost joyed by his appearance. "What a surprise! I didn't think you would show up after all these years. At this time, too."

"Shut up!" Nakura snapped, aiming his gun carefully. "I'm here to kill you."

Izaya smirked. "Is that so?"

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Back on ground, Mikado had made something of a box around the War. He walked until he found an alleyway that showed the middle of all the fighting and turned. He watched people fight from the darkness, blue eyes darting until he saw-...ahhh...

Masaomi had taken down another Blue Square with a crowbar he had found on the ground. He seemed to have favored that weapon. He was covered in blood but whether it was his own or someone elses was far beyond Mikado.

He waited for a moment until the hazel eyes glanced the wrong way and saw him. Mikado smirked, turned, and walked into a parking garage behind him. Masaomi wasted no time in hurrying after Mikado.

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Shizuo, unbiased at all to the situation, and Simon, who hated the fighting, simply tried to keep some of the boys from harming each other by tossing them into stores with their own kind; the Dollars were thrown in the Russia Sushi Shop, the Yellow Scarves in a clothes shop, the Blue Squares in an electronics shop, and the Saika...Well, the Saika they simply let get away.

There was a bit of struggle as Shizuo tossed a Dollar into the Russia Sushi Shop before he looked up at the helicopter. Kasuka was delivering an amazing news cast from the skies on the War. He watched him for a moment, then continued his job.

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Anri couldn't find control until she spotted the van not too far away. Her head suddenly began to pound and, suddenly feeling slightly vulnerable, she rushed to the van and jumped in with Walker and Erika in the back. "Thanks," she whispered.

Walker and Erika nodded.

"C'mon," Kyohei said. "We have to find Mikado."

Saburo nodded and started the van.

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Masaomi chased Mikado to the top of the parking garage. It was an open sky, although clouded with pollution. They ran for a moment until Mikado stopped and whipped around. Masaomi stopped a few running seconds away and watched him. "What are you doing?" he growled, eyes blazing with anger. "Why are you doing this, Mikado? There could have been peace."

"You don't understand," Mikado snapped. "This is exactly what I wanted. The thrill. The excitement. Don't you see? Isn't this what you wanted, too?"

Masaomi shook his head. "This is what I thought I wanted, but it isn't."

Mikado snorted, obviously in disbelief. "Right, right," he sighed.

"Are you stupid?" Masaomi snapped.

Mikado shrugged and looked around for the nearest thing, which appeared to be a pole from a broken metal ladder of some sort from the garbage. "Maybe," he chuckled. "but at least I'm stronger."

The blond hadn't a chance to speak again as Mikado swung his pole as hard as he could at his (former?) best friend. Masaomi ducked and hastily returned the blow. All cards were on the table. Masaomi knew it would come to this sooner or later.

He had to fight Mikado Ryūgamine.

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Nakura adjusted his steps carefully, swaying slightly, stepping side to side. "Yeah," he said. "That's so. After all that has happened, you deserve to do."

Izaya smirked. "Well, then, I'm surprised you haven't pulled the trigger."

"Izaya!"

Annoyed, Izaya glanced after Nakura's shoulder and raised at eyebrow. "Shinra?"

The doctor stepped forward and glanced at Nakura's shocked expression. "Wait, you're-"

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Metal clashed against metal, ringing over all the other sounds of battle on the street below them. Masaomi had the upper hand, more experienced and stronger than Mikado expected. That was, until Aoba jumped into the fight and distracted Masaomi long enough for Mikado to land a heavy blow to Masaomi's head.

The blond stumbled sideways, clutching his head and swinging at Aoba as a warning to back away. Mikado jumped again, going for another blow to the stomach, which was half-successful. Masaomi stumbled backward but no painful damage was done.

He stepped forward and slapped the pole out of Mikado's hands. Mikado yelped and stepped back. His back pressed against the half-wall of the parking garage and he almost fell over. Masaomi grabbed the front of his shirt and slammed the crowbar into Mikado's ribs before holding up to his neck like a knife. "Listen," Masaomi growled. "This isn't what you want. You'll regret it."

"The only thing I regret," Mikado snarled. "is not killing you when I had the chance."

The words shocked Masaomi. Long enough for Mikado to push him away. "You are an idiot!" Mikado growled. "You think you know everything just because you've been here longer than-"

There was a gunshot.

Everyone froze and looked around.

Who had brought a gun? Who was shot?

Celty looked along the ground, looking for her first dead one when she realized who had been shot wasn't on the ground. Slowly, she followed a taller building up, up until she reached the top. A man in white stumbled back to the edge and tripped, stumbling backward and falling off the building. Another man in black scrambled to catch him but failed to do so and the man in white fell.

Instantly, Celty knew who it was.

Her body reacted before her head could realize what she was doing. Her head couldn't recall who this man was but her heart screamed to save him.

She leaped into the air and dove for him.

There was a long pause, hesitation, as most eyes watched her embrace the man into her arms and they both fell together. She held him close and shook him, trying to wake him. "Sh-Shinra," she whispered, not knowing where the name came from. "Wake up."

At first, there was no response from the doctor. But, slowly his eyes opened and he smiled at Celty. "You came for me," he choked. She looked down at his stomach. He was bleeding heavily. He would die before they hit the ground. "I was scared you didn't love me anymore..."

Celty shook her head and smiled. "No," she said. "I love you."

Shinra smiled. "I love you, too."

Mikado ran towards the edge, watching them fall, when there was a bright light. One that shown over central Ikebukuro.

Everyone turned away and shut their eyes.

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There was long moment before anyone thought to look again. At first, there was collective gasps.

Both the female and the male had disappeared in the light.

All who remained on the building was the man in black, over the edge, still reaching for the fallen man in white, who now was gone. There was a defeated silence. Everyone exchanged unsure looks.

"Do you see?" Masaomi asked, his voice low for only Mikado to hear. "If you continue this, that is what will happen."

Mikado, at first, did nothing. Then, slowly, he pulled his phone from his pocket. He pressed a few buttons than folded it shut.

Cell phones began to ring. People began to mutter.

Slowly, sirens rang off in the distance, growing louder with each passing second.

Masaomi did nothing but watch his friend for a long, long time.

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The van pulled out in front of the building Shinra and Celty fell before. They looked around for a long time, as though expecting them to come out of the sky or the darkness.

But they didn't.

Instead, Anri found Celty's helmet in the bushes. She pulled it out and dusted it off. Then, she looked up.

Kyohei stepped out the van, curious as to what Anri found. Before he could make it over, however, he saw a man in black walk under the shadows towards a dark ally. "Izaya," he said. "What..."

He didn't need to continue his sentence. Izaya stopped and turned around, his hands in his pockets and his eyes still mysterious yet...sad. "They went to Valhalla," he whispered gently. Then, he looked up.

Kyohei looked up.

Shizuo looked up.

Masaomi looked up.

Everyone looked up.

Except for Mikado.

Mikado looked down.

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After Notes

Wow. That was a terrible chapter. But I was trying to fit it all in seven pages, as quickly as possible! Ugh! I can't believe I screwed this up...

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