The Mystery of Ikebukuro(Durarara!! Fanfic)(ON HIATUS)

Times Have Changed

A/N below.

Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara, nor the pictures on the cover or chapters. I only own my OC Natsu Orihara and the plot of this story.

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"Time changes everyone." -Unkown

The city of Ikebukuro today is like any other day. Noises of vehicles everywhere, tons of people roaming around the streets, and now a certain blond throwing a sign at someone that pissed him off.

"Damn you! You made me use violence! I hate violence!" A rough and rugged voice shouted, which is none other then Shizuo Heiwajima. The strongest man in Ikebukuro.

"Hah...", a man with a suit to the side sighed, lifting his hand to his face and ruffling his dreadlocks slightly in exasperation. The name of this man is debt collector, Tom Tanaka, Shizuo's boss. The victim of said act of violence, was now down for the count in a bloody and unconscious heap on the other side of the street. Shizuo came walking back to Tom, breathing erratically as his chest fell up and down in a fast motion, trying to calm down from his rage. The crowd that were curious in this whole scene, quickly moved out of the way for the short-tempered blond. Tom glanced up at him as Shizuo finally stopped at his side, fists still clenched in anger. Even though there were anger in his eyes, there was also shame. Tom saw this and gave his co-worker and friend a comforting smile.

"Hey, don't worry about it. He kinda deserved that." He said reassuringly, looking up at the tall man. Shizuo slowly unclenched his fists, and nodded. Tom-satisfied with his answer-turned around and started walking again, Shizuo behind him, with shame and hate still in his eyes.

He felt a buzzing inside his pocket, and as he went through his pants, he took out an orange phone. Flipping it open, he saw a text from a number that he's learned already, knowing it fully and back words in his head.

'You okay?'

Shizuo's hand tightened against the phone, and without even replying, he slammed it shut and put the phone back in his pocket. He tilted his head towards one of the buildings rooftops, and began scanning for something. He saw a blur of black and red in a building, disappearing in a flash. But he saw it. He turned his head back around to face where he was walking.

His shoulders were now drooped, and the hate in his eyes disappeared as he walked behind Tom. Going towards another guy who hasn't paid their debt yet probably.

The shame, however, seemed to double within those forlorn amber orbs. A sad minuscule smile with it.

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In another part of Ikebukuro, was a van by a park, four figures relaxing around the vehicle as they conversed lightly as well as vividly. The ones that were talking vividly were Erika Karisawa and Walker Yumasaki, seeming to talk about a *tragic romance anime about people trying to get out of something that resembles Purgatory. The ones who conversed lightly, were Saburo Togusa and none other then Kyohei Kadota, the leader of these band of friends. There was a calm silence between the two now, taking in the relaxing atmosphere as they just stood there while leaning against the van.

A question suddenly wormed its way up to Togusa's mind and out of his mouth, directed to Kadota.

"Kadota-San?" Togusa called, a little hesitant. Kadota looked over at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Did he... did he talk to her yet?", Togusa looked at him curiously and hopefully, seeming to be fond of whoever he was asking about. Kadota glanced at him and then back at the ground, a furrow in his brows. Erika and Walker stopped their conversation and leaned over to them, curious about the answer as well. He hung out with her earlier, but nothing seemed to change. She mentioned nothing if this issue was resolved yet, and Kadota knew if it did, the sadness in her eyes would've disappeared.