Title: Brand New Tomorrow
Pairing: Eventual Shizaya, other pairings to be shown in later parts.
Rating: T for now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! Or any of its characters.
Summary: Two and a half years after the events that shook Ikebukuro and everyone is starting to get their lives back. Or…almost everyone. Shizuo Heiwajima would rather bite his tongue to death than admit he was worried, but what would happen when after that much time, Izaya Orihara comes back in Ikebukuro? Will he be out for revenge? Or will he be different now?
Warnings: Probably OOC and blood and violence for later chapters
Chapter Warning: Spoilers about Izaya and Kine's past. As well as parts of the end of volume 13.
A/N: the amount of people showing interest in this fic of mine makes me so happy! Thank you so much for actually taking time to read and review this. 3 Those kind words and encouragement makes me work faster in piecing this one together. (I still wish I do this justice though…it's a little tricky )
I've also updated faster this week because I'll be busy in the upcoming days. I'm not sure when I'll be updating again, but It helps when I know people are reading this work .
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To these awesome people:
clear-skyz (He looks like Rude of final fantasy too, your review seriously made me smile 3 thanks so much) ; Evilkitten3 ( Yes exactly, he's like Izaya's mentor in my head. Manami? Soon maybe? ^^) ; Jodiexxx (meep, thank you! ^^) Stinky Horse (We are all still waiting for updates what happened to him, personally I haven't seen translations of the sequel yet so I don't know, but yes he didn't deserve to suddenly just disappear like that…thank you for reading! ^^) ; Guest (I haven't really seen the sequel, but Celty only pretended to lose her memories so she could try to run away, but Shinra saw through the lies so in the end she didn't leave. I heard the new characters in the sequel met Celty still as the black rider ^^)
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"No"
Kine stared at the informant, taken aback at the seriousness of Izaya's voice. Of course he knew Izaya didn't want that, he spent the whole year after waking up from his damn coma avoiding the whole idea of coming back to Ikebukuro after all, no matter how obvious he actually wanted to come back. He spent a lot of time with Manami trying to convince him about at least visiting, but the raven haired young man was stubborn and eventually all they could do was decide to wait until Izaya himself was ready to be back. So when Izaya asked him out of the blue if they could come, Kine was beside himself, he instantly agreed. He sighed, he knew he was asking too much of Izaya with his earlier off-hand question…but he wanted the young man to feel better. "Izaya…"
"I said No, Kine"
Kine had known Izaya Orihara since he was still a student in Raira, the kid was smart, cunning, and manipulative…to a lot of people even then, he seemed like a despicable person. But he saw something else in him that no other seemed to notice. The young man's action was similar to that of a child wanting to gain attention from his parents. Every mischief he pulls off, even if he deemed himself a puppeteer from the shadows, always made sure there was someone who recognizes his handiwork. He realized how he only wanted someone to notice his existence. He didn't care it was good or bad attention, as long as someone knew he was there. Back then, he was no better than Izaya himself…he worked for the Awakusu…and was the reason why Izaya got tied up with them in the first place. He left after a few years because of some circumstances, he was lucky to actually get away but Izaya...didn't get that chance at all. He tried to get him out too, but Izaya refused… that was the last he heard from the kid…until two and a half years later when Izaya suddenly called him out of the blue for a favor.
He agreed of course, thinking it was a way to repent for the way Izaya's life had turned out because of him. He almost didn't want to believe at how the kid he was back then had turned into…twisted, corrupted, spiteful man who stirred up chaos…and yet he still carried that loneliness from all those years ago. Kine tried to talk him about it, but Izaya always ignored the topic. He knew what Izaya wanted to happen was crazy, but despite that he stayed…because he knew the kid had no one else.
When Izaya told them to drive away from Ikebukuro despite his severe injuries, Kine knew the informant was telling them (him and Manami) to escape. Manami had argued that they should take him to a hospital first, that they could get away with no problem anyway, but the raven haired man shook his head. That was when he realized…Izaya already accepted he was going to die, and wanted to make use of his last moments of breath to make sure the two people who stuck with him-despite everything he tried to do—would escape unharmed. Even if he was called the mastermind behind the chaos in Ikebukuro (But he knew—and had a peculiar feeling some others also did-it wasn't even all Izaya's fault. But he would take credit anyway), right now he was nothing more than just Izaya Orihara, a human on the brink of death trying to at least do a good deed before his soul plunges to the depths of hell.
In his eyes, the kid was way too young to be accepting his dying fate. He gritted his teeth as Izaya's eyes started to close, stepping as hard as he could on the damn brakes.
"What are you doing?" Manami asked in confusion, cradling Izaya's still body close so he wouldn't fall off his seat.
"Where's the closest hospital?"
"W-What? But Izaya said…"
"I don't care what the kid said. I followed his orders when he was at the top of his game, but now that he's out. I'm taking charge. Where is that damn hospital?" Manami stared at him for a while then smiled softly, understanding his actions. She nodded instantly, beginning to give him instructions to the closest hospital. (It was in Shinjuku—but hey at least they could tell Izaya when he woke up that they still got him out of Ikebukuro right?).
Two and a half years since that day.
Kine stopped his thoughts when he realized Izaya started walking. He followed the kid as he entered the west gate park. It was well almost midnight now so there weren't anyone there to recognize them. The informant stopped in front of the swing, then sat on it, lifting his foot from the ground to give it a try. "Ah, I always did try to test this thing out" he admitted with a grin. He almost forgot how awfully childish Izaya actually was. When he wasn't actually indulging in his plans of turmoil and utter destruction, his actions could rival that of a playful teenager. Kine couldn't help but sigh.
"So you wanted to go back to Ikebukuro to try on the swing?" he shook his head, smiling softly. That may sound crazy, but he wouldn't put it past Izaya. He was after all, capable of even more crazy ideas up in his little head. "Seriously?"
Izaya scoffed at him, he could tell Kine yes, he just wanted to try out the damn swing (which he honestly really did want to try, since he didn't have this much free time when he was still working as an informant after all. Besides, his free time then was consumed by watching everyone in the city) but of course the man knew there was more to it than that. "No. I just wanted to see this place again, that's all" he said, trying to sound nonchalant. It was almost the same as admitting weakness to an enemy, for Izaya to admit he actually wanted to be back in Ikebukuro, but he didn't mind if it was Kine…or Manami. Them he knew he could trust.
Kine just grinned, nodding and pulling out a cigarette from his inner pocket. "Want to see for yourself if the money you gave the government was actually used for rehabilitation of the city huh?"
"!" Izaya glared. How did he-?!
Kine watched his reaction and confirmed his suspicion. "I thought it was weird how things could progress so easily when it took the government a long time before to even replace the destroyed lampposts of the city. You gave them the money to speed up the town's recovery, Izaya" it wasn't a question.
"Che, I don't know what you're talking about" Izaya replied, swinging again in an attempt to deviate from the topic. He was aware he was avoiding it, but there was nothing to talk about that really…what's done is done.
"Izaya…"
"Just drop it, Kine"
…
…
"Fine" the bald man said softly, sitting down on the swing next to him. Izaya would have laughed at the way Kine was too big for the contraption, but he didn't really feel like it, instead he just watched as Kine smoked his cancer stick in silence. When he was just about look away he spoke again. "You actually love Ikebukuro a lot, don't you Izaya?"
"!" Izaya didn't say anything to that, and simply looked away. Me? I love Ikebukuro? Hah, saying that after what I've done two and a half years ago? No one would believe that bullshit Kine.
"How do I know? Because you always want to be noticed by those you love. And the best way to make sure the city knows of your existence…is by starting a war. You are too much a master of negative attention Izaya"
"….That's some crazy hypothesis" Izaya muttered.
Kine took another stick from his pocket and brought it to his lips. "Is it simply that? I think I hit the spot dead on"
The informant glared at him. He wasn't in the mood to talk about this now…or ever. He stood up, placing his hands inside his pockets. "Whatever, can we go back home now?"
"I thought you are home"
"I meant to the house we're staying at Kine"
The former yakuza member sighed, Izaya had retreated back into his little shell again, he used that tone a lot when he wanted to escape by himself…but he got more out Izaya tonight than he could have in a long time back at their safe house.
But he knew, the kid wanted to be here.
He was back home now.
Home in Ikebukuro.
-tbc—
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