The Good Ol' Times
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Dang, writing becomes hard once you come to about chapter 4. You'd think that imagining a story and writing it down would be easy huh? But this is the test of my English and writing skills so I will power on! However, updates may become a bit less frequent. I somehow feel a bit less satisfied with the newer chapters than my first few... (commence the revising!)
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DISCLAIMER: There will be no Shizaya. There I warned you. Oh and I don't own デゥラララ！
ということで、日本語でも何か書いてみたほうがいいかな～。まー、要求する者いればいつでも書きますよ！
"Heyyyyy. Namie-saaaaaaaaan. I'm booooooooored."
The information broker whined while spinning lazily in his chair. His assistant yawned. Their office felt gloomy in the silence of inaction, even though it was only 8:25.
"Not my fault that you haven't had a job in a week. Haaaaw"
"But Namie-san! It's Januaaaaaaary. Isn't that usually the month oooooof profits for us?"
"First, you say that every month. Second, please stop stretching your voice when you spin. Thir-"
Suddenly the scientist (turned secretary) froze. Izaya stopped spinning and asked her what's up.
"I-Izaya! Look at this!" Namie trotted to the info-man's desk with her laptop. "I just hacked into the Ikebukuro movie theater's computer network!"
"Why'd ya wanna do that…?"
"Wake up and look, idiot! They keep all their movie files digital and keep it accessible to the employees!"
"So we can pirate stuffs? Kooooool. But really I don't car abo-"
"WAKE UP AND LOOK IZAYA! Don't you see the potential!?"
However, the raven haired man's face remained blank and devoid of all thought. The excited secretary continued anyway.
"We can access the movie screens!"
"yaaaaay. Is Russia sushi open right now?"
"We can change the videos they show there as we please!"
"lemme go get some ootoro okay?"
"WE CAN PULL OFF THE GREATEST PRANK EVER!"
"I'll be back by nine"
Furious that her employer wasn't listening, Namie grabbed Izaya's head (which he felt too lazy to lift himself) by the ears, pressed her angry forehead onto his, and stared into his blank unfocused eyes as she repeated her comments loudly. Around the 7th time she finished her points, the information broker suddenly snapped back to life. Jumping out of his chair (while nocking his poor assistant away), he shouted,
"My gosh Namie-san! You're a genius! We can prank some moviegoers soooo bad! Hey why are you on the floor?"
The scientist rose from her fall rather painfully but spoke excitedly,
"Finally! You get it! What should we use as the prank films? Ohhh! There's a new Hanejima film coming out on Valentine's day! We can totally prank some diehard fans and lovers!"
"Yes, Yes, YES! I have a couple gag videos ready too! Like my 45 minute montage of Shizu-chan's every screw-up!"
"O-Ok… That's weird. But yeah. We can also…"
The conversation continued this way, and the duo decided to make multiple joke USB drives for convenience. They would be labeled CCGR-X7, just like their other convenient CCGR USB projects. To deploy, one needed only to stick the drive into an internet connected PC, and the rest would be automatic. Projects 1, 3, and 5 were Izaya's personal "Shizuo messing up" videos. Projects 2, 6, and 7 were Namie's anti-Harima videos. As for project 4…
"Hey Izaya. Since we have so much time, let's make a super awesome dance video for one of the USB's!"
"Umm… I don't want to show my dancing skills to a theater full of-"
"Don't worry! As long as we never use it, we'll be fine! Besides, its not like we have anything else to do today!"
"Okay…"
And thus, they created their masterpiece.
Back to the future, in Valentine's day, Shinra was becoming incredibly nervous. He wasn't nervous with all about the date plans, or how to compliment his girl, or other normal boyfriendy things, but was nervous with what had happened minutes earlier with Shizuo. Celty had been insulted beyond her limit. She had become so emotional as to cry (or the headless equivalent) in his arms. The last time that had happened… oh dear.
"I'm hooooome!"
Shinra returned again to his dark, empty home. His father had gone to America months ago, and Celty usually returned near midnight doing whatever she did. Hanging his Raira Academy uniform neatly in his room, he hummed noisily to himself as he made a lonely dinner. Maybe he should invite his friends more often to his home, or hang out with them longer. Even the fanciest meal at his luxury apartment sucked when eaten alone. He sighed, and contemplated skipping the meal altogether and drowning his feelings in some novels.
Suddenly, the entrance door slammed open as Celty Sturluson returned home, obviously moody. Shinra brightly welcomed her, but expected fully well to be punched, yelled at (figuratively), and then left alone, as usually happened when she was angry. He didn't mind these abuses though, as long as they satisfied her. Although it worsened his sense of loneliness, if it were for his lov-
However, his masochist thoughts were interrupted as the Dullahan walked straight into his outstretched arms, shaking. Was she… crying? He comforted her, slightly confused and greatly worried.
After a few minutes, Celty had calmed down long enough to sit down on the couch. The student gently asked her what had happened. She answered silently by producing her knight's helmet, which had been crushed beyond recognition and mangled with graffiti. Shinra gasped. The Dullahan had cared for this helmet above every other possession she had. This was her life's treasure.
"What happened Celty?" She gravely wrote her story on a nearby notepad in very shaky handwriting (and grammar), pausing at times to control her emotions.
{I was walking around in city minding my own business. around noon-ish, when the Red Gloves color gang came and stole it for me… They just took it! Snatched it from my neck! I chased them around the entire city for hours. Everywhere! When I found it. It was just thrown inside trashcan. it was like this}
She then collapsed onto him and crying some more, devastated beyond reason.
"C'mon Celty! Brighten up! I'll get you a better helmet any day!"
Shinra's generic and confused answers rang hollow in his own ears, but he continued them in a desperate attempt to comfort her.
Strangely though, the emotional breakdown only lasted for about 15 more minutes. Dullahans are weird.
Three days later, Shinra brought his beloved roommate the helmet that he had created. He had started with a black racing helmet, and added cat-ear shaped vents, yellow/blue paint, and a stylized "S" to add beauty, a sense of power, and unmistakable identity.
Celty received this gift stoically, merely nodding to thank him. Since she had overcome her emotions long ago, she was back to her usual cold demeanor. The student teased her for it, but only received a fist to the gut in response. His Dullahan then promptly stormed away in either anger or embarrassment. He really couldn't tell at the time. At least she was… normal.
It was only later that he found out that she was indeed filled with pure anger. Turning on the TV during (another very lonely) dinner, he saw the terrifying headline on the news. Every single one of the 100 or so Red Gloves members in Ikebukuro had been hospitalized with life threatening injuries. The injuries for the top 20 members were so severe, in fact, that they were reported "dead" initially. How they all managed to survive was beyond his imagination.
Anyway, lesson learned: don't make Celty cry. And if you do, RUN, as she will come after your life when she recovers 30 minutes later.
"Heeeeey. Togusacchi! I'm bored. Can't you play some music?"
Erika Karisawa droned on as the van drove steadily through the highway on the way back from another long mission. Saburo responded, slightly annoyed.
"Not my fault that the radio is broken, and that you guys used up all my CD's for 'miscellaneous works'"
"But we needed to get info from that client riiiight…?
While this conversation repeated itself again and again like a song on a broken record player, Walker popped his head up and shouted.
"Hey, we can always listen to these sketchy CD's I found in the back of the van!"
"Weren't those broken?"
"Naw, we never tried them for some reason? Besides, I found the labels to them too."
"What do they say?"
"OK… its music. The band's name is 'DRRR', and the members are… D… HAHAHA"
Suddenly the otaku burst out laughing as Kyohei tightened up in his seat. Erika inquired excitedly, her eyes shining in strange expectation. Walker somehow controlled himself enough to continue,
"D-Drums and supporting vocals by K-Ka-Kadota Kyohei!"
The van swerved violently as all riders (but one) screamed in surprise. Walker continued (still holding back his laughter)
"Guitar and supporting vocals by Kishitani Shinra! Main vocals by Heiwajima Sh-Shizuo! Bass Guitar and keyboard (and supporting vocals) by Orihara Izaya!"
The entire highway quaked with the gang's surprise as it pulled into a rest area.
"We have GOT to listen to this!"
"please don't…."
"C'MON Dotachin! We want to hear your singing voice!"
Saburo inserted the disk into the car player while the rest of the gang listened intensely. After a few seconds of white noise, an (unreasonably) chaotic and unbalanced guitar solo blared through the speakers. Suddenly, the red faced gang leader lurched forward in his seat and yelled,
"PLEASE NO! NOT THIS SONG! NO-"
He was cut off by the otakus as the song ungracefully shifted to a slower keyboard section. Then, a very familiar deep voice cut in, completely missing many of the notes. {The lyrics themselves were so sappy, filled with clichés, and terrible overall, that I cannot write them here.}
Saburo, Erika, and Walker all jerked about in their seats, tears streaming down their faces in glee, as they listened to their leader sing on and on about his unfathomable love for "the girl in room 3-C".
However, their entertainment was short lived as some high pitched guy (who missed even more of the notes) took over and started to sing about his beloved Irish knight or something. The gang used this lull to question their leader.
"KADOTA! Why didn't you tell us that you were in such a terrible band!?"
"well. um. Cut me some slack though please! I was in high school! My singing and writing skills weren't, as, you know-"
"WAIDDUP! YOU WROTE THE SONG TOO!?"
"well. yes. o-only the parts I sang! N-Not the other creepy stuff by Izaya and Shinra!"
The usually confident Kyohei shrank into his green coat as the song switched over to his drum solo. The gang then fell silent for a while, impressed at the actual skill in this portion of the song. The guitar, bass, and keyboard then joined in, somehow matching the high level of skill. The peace was broken unfortunately, as a third singer started to sing about his love of the entire human race. He was definitely the worst singer of all, missing basically all of the notes, and shrieking as if his throat were stuffed full of hyperactive bats. The torture was thankfully short lived though, as a deep, powerful singer took over, actually hitting all the notes in his declaration of love to peace. Then the song ended.
Erika spoke first, followed by the rest of the gang (minus Kyohei)
"That… was strange. It actually became a good song in the end!"
"Yeah! That combined with Kadota's contribution definitely makes this my new favorite song!"
"Who's this Takigawa Haruka eh? Dotachin?"
"I'm definitely gonna make this my ringtone!"
"Awesome! By the way, I wonder why the first guitar solo was so bad."
after an awkward silence, the green man murmured,
"it was me…"
The van quaked again with this newest confession by their boss.
To be Continued!
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So... who is this Takigawa Haruka of room 3-C? Well, you must read my Shogun Rouge series to find out!