The Dollars Archive

Durarara and its characters does not belong to myself in any possible way. This story is merely a tale originated by me in which I use it's aspects.

Chapter Two - Introduction

First of all, let it be said that she wasn't a naive person.

Mikado could understand how and why other people would firstly see her as a naive and innocent person. She could be quite meek, and her fragile appearance didn't help, her hands were thin and delicate because she passed too much time typing on the computer, and she was too thin with a too tall height.

(Her computer was her instrument; when she typed, it was like crafting a song. A myriad of sounds and colors that only she could understand.)

Her clothes were too big sometimes, she was a rather thin and tall person with a long face and long hair, her fringe framing her face and making her eyes seem even bigger than they really were. She was easily misunderstood as a weak and fragile female.

(They were wrong.)

Mikado was anything but weak. She wasn't the strongest in the physical department, but no one should ever dare to call her weak. Mikado was the little angel that everyone loved, everyone trusted; but only her grandma could see the she-wolf beneath the sheep's cloth.

Mikado used and abused of whatever she knew for her own gain. She was a nice person alright, but only when and to who she wanted to be. And Masaomi Kida was one of the only ones that she'd truly smile to. Everyone else received what she called the Standard Smile of unTruthiness.

And so, she smiled happily at her dear childhood friend as he welcomed her into Ikebukuro.

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Kanra: Kyaa~ Taro-kun! You are comming tonight right?!

Setton: I wish for a save travel for you, Taro-kun.

Tanaka Taro: Thank you very much, guys. I'm kinda nervous, though. I heard about some people missing around the city?

Kanra: Do not worry, Taro-kun! If anything happens to you, I'll hunt the fuckers down.

Tanaka Taro: Kanra-chan! Don't say things like that!

Setton: Kanra-san, don't get so excited about those things. I'm sure that it won't come to that.

Kanra: But really, if anything ever happened to my dear Taro-kun, I would try and jump out of a rooftop, or I would stand in front of a vending machine as it would come flying at me and hit me with the force of a incoming comet!

Setton: I think that it would be more possible to survive the rooftop fall.

Tanaka Taro: Is that suppose to be some kind of reference or inside joke?

Kanra: Don't worry Taro-kun! Flying vending machines are common view in Ikebukuro :D

Setton: You will most likely see it in maybe a few weeks, or at least you will most likely see something, or someone, flying across the city's sky.

Tanaka Taro: Alright?!

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"So, people are vanishing?"

Kida looked amused with her phrasing of what he'd just told her as he replied "Yeah. People are disappearing from the city, most of them are immigrants, though."

She hummed and looked ahead to the sea of people walking around them. Kida kept looking at her face with a silly smile until he suddenly threw himself at her, circling her with his thin arms and rubbing his head on hers. "I missed you soooo much, Mikado-chan!"

"Ki-Kida-kun!"

"Please don't ever leave me, my love!"

"Stop it, Kida-kun!"

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Kanra: Ne ne Taro-kun! You must be careful with some dangerous people around the city okay?

Tanaka Taro: Are you talking about the color gangsters?

Setteon: Yes, Tako-san. Kanra-san means that there are some certain groups and people whom you should not involve yourself with.

Tanaka Taro: Who would they be?

Kanra: First, the Color Gangs!

Tanaka Taro: I have heard about them…

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"So, let's begin the crash course of Dos and Don'ts of Ikebukuro!" With a flamboyant movement he was in front her, batting his eyelashes and opening his arms. His hair shining with it's bleached yellow color and almond eyes almost gold with the city's light. She smiled amused at his picture and closed her eyes as she passed him.

"Oi! Mikado-chan!" He ran until they were walking side by side again. He pouted at her. "Mikado-chan, that was mean…"

"For you to learn how to not look like a flamboyant macho in front of so many people when I'm in your near vicinity."

"Flamboyant macho…?" He shook his head at her, a found smile in his lips. "I won't even ask." He put his hands inside his jacket's pockets. "So! Firstly…" He looked at her with the same found smile in his face and a serious gleam in his eyes. "Don't ever get involved with the Color Gangs." She blinked at him with puzzlement in her eyes. "Color Gangs are street gangs that use a color as it's symbol, as you most certainly know. Like the Yellow Scarves." He narrowed his eyes and turned his head so he was looking ahead. "They usually are a group of people with some piece of their clothes in yellow. Mostly a bandana…" He looked down and shook his head, then looked up at her with a teasing smile. "I'm sure that someone as smart as you can spot them rather quickly."

She smiled at him, a teasing gleam in her eyes but didn't answer back.

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Kanra: But there is more! Like the Blue Squares! And of course, the biggest and most mysterious-

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"Dollars?" She blinked surprised at him.

"Yeah!" He looked up as he put his hands behind his head. "They are the Colorless gang. It's not possible to know a member until they tell you by themselves." He smirked as he looked down at their path. "Some thugs seem to like to call themselves members, but it is mostly lies."

She looked ahead with glazed eyes, not quite believing that her little joke had grew to a point where it would be know of in the real world. Of course, to a point, Mikado had know about it. It was an easily acquired information. A fact that could be seen in any other website and wasn't something difficult to get. But Mikado knew everything about what happened in there, inside the Dollars, and she knew that if she was ever to ask something to the members, they'd know that she was the First, the Leader, the Administer and most of them would follow along whatever she asked for. She had know that she would most likely need to put balance in the group, so as to not have a repeat of those criminal activities that she didn't really wanted to happen.

She fisted the hand that was holding the strap of her backpack as she thought of all the chaos that existed inside the world of the Dollars. All the chaotic opinions, clashing against each other and creating even more chaos. It was rather strange too, the immensely raise of activity on the last year of the website. Shortly after she started to use the Chat Room, there was a great raise of activity on the Dollars Group. Their influence spreading worldwide and some really strange rumors surging, it was rather curious.

"And then, there are the legends of Ikebukuro!"

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Kanra: There are some interesting myths as well!

Setton: Could you be talking about the Black Rider?

Tanaka Taro: A rider?

Kanra: Not a rider. The Rider. ^.~

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"And then there is Heiwajima Shizuo and Orihara Izaya."

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Kanra: Apart they are some scary people. But when those two are in the same place… Waa! So scary~

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"Heiwajima Shizuo is the Strongest Man in Ikebukuro!"

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Kanra: And Orihara Izaya, well… He's-

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"Don't come close to that person. He's dangerous."

…

"You're lucky, Mikado-chan! First night in the city and you see the Black Rider!"

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Her cellphone couldn't stop ringing.

She'd stayed awake later than usual, and as such, she would probably be a walking zombie in the morning. But still, the dammed phone wouldn't stop ringing. With a sigh she lifted her hand and searched blindly for her phone on the night stand. She caught it in her hand and flipped it open, she lifted her bleary sight, fuzzy with sleep, and looked at the bright monitor of her phone.

She jumped out of the bed because she was-

"Late, late, late, late! I will be late for my first day of school!"

…

She sighed as she stopped in front of a bakery's window. On the other side of the street was Raira Academy, and Mikado was quite happy with her quickness in getting to school in time. She looked to the bakery's window at her side and stare at her reflection. She stopped her vision at her neck and stared at it, remembering the scar on a girl's neck she'd seen on the night before. She lifted her hand and ghosted her finger on the skin of her neck, shuddering slightly wondering how the girl got such a painful scar. And the girl was pretty familiar as well…

She was taken out of her reverie by a small boy on the other side of the glass as he looked up at her with messy red hair and bright green eyes. She blinked and looked away with a frown.

She looked back at him to see the boy still staring at her, with a small smile she waved goodbye and turned away.

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At school day's end, Kida offered to show her around the city.

(And then, the fun begun.)

(All the pieces were falling into their right places.)

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He took her to a nice restaurant, where they met Simon, the Russian afro-american descendent who worked in a Russian Sushi Japanese restaurant. Simon had a rough appearance and was tall and strong, but had a gentle soul. Afterwards, they'd met some strange otaku people calling themselves Kadota's Gang, and then parted ways.

As she walked back home, she looked up at the tall buildings around her with a smile. She looks back at her yellow headed friend with an amused smile as he chats away about their new class rep and her impressive assets.

"If you're so interested about her, you should had offered to be class rep alongside her."

"You're kidding, Mikado? Besides," He put his arm over her shoulder to bring her close to him, a coy smile in his lips as he lifted an eyebrow at her. "I don't want to put anything or anyone in-between us and our blooming youthful romance!"

She pushes him away, an amused gleam in her eyes even when her cheeks flare red with embarrassment. "Shut up, baka."

And then they find class rep Sonohara Anri being bullied by some kind of strangely colored skanks with strange hair and even more stranger eyes and some disgusting man. In an dark alley.

Mikado was pretty weirded out by the strange convenient stage play they were creating.

…

(Okay, so she might have a 'hero syndrome'. It came with the leadership thing.)

It was sudden, the appearance of the handsome man. Firstly, there wasn't someone beside them, and then someone whispers in her ear. "Like to play the hero?" they say. Then she was being pushed and she then is standing between the bullies and Anri, and there were so many eyes on her now. She could feel the sweat rolling down her neck and she was frightened.

But her eyes find the ordinary ones of the supposed Dollars member and she could feel the ire burning inside of her.

So she gulps down the fright, and straightens up. Her Grandma's voice echoing through her brain. You don't bow to those beneath you. You are a lady. She smiles serenely at the man in front of him, disgust in her eyes and voice as she gazed down at him.

"Oya, you're from Dollars?"

The supposed Dollars member, Hiroshi, blinks stupidly at her. She looks back at Kida and the man, she could see the surprise in their eyes at her strange behavior. She hesitates.

Hiroshi sees it and tries to take advantage of it, but the dark haired man comes to her rescue. By crushing the pink haired girl's phone and doing some kind of trick with a pocket knife, cutting Hiroshi's hair and leaving him almost bald.

Mikado backs away with Kida and Anri as Hiroshi runs away screaming, her Grandma's voice still ringing in her ears. It won't matter if you can't finish something you start. It won't matter if you refuse to bow, but still fall and runs away crawling.

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"Name is Orihara Izaya." Her blue irises connect with the man's almost red ones. He looks at her with amused and curious eyes, his short black hair barely brushing his eyebrows as he gazed down at her.

He was tall with a thin frame. His clothes were dark, and he wore a black coat with gray fur on his coat's hood. His long legs covered by black pants and his shoes were black as well. Overall, he was a definitely good looking man, and his presence was like oil and chantilly- the most odd description of someone Mikado ever had. His russet brown irises turn to Kida, making an glimmer of darkness appear on his depths.

Mikado was almost sure that she had found the most interesting person in her near vicinity.

(She was fascinated.)

"Yo, Kida-kun!" The man's lips scratch in a parody of a smile. Mikado turns to her childhood friend, a puzzling light on her eyes. Kida does not take his eyes of Izaya, his almond eyes warily eyeing the man.

"Hey, Orihara-san…" The man only smiles amusedly at the boy and turns back to Mikado. She could feel her cheeks heating up as he smirked at her.

"Hey there-" He couldn't continue, as a vending machine was thrown at him.

(And wasn't that strange.)

(It should probably be her first warning that things were going to get weird.)

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I guess that this chapter did take it's time to come out. And I'm most surprised about the response for this story.

Well, as ya all can see, we are going somewhere.

Mikado is not class rep, and is not so interested in Anri. Sorry, but she is not into girls.

I tried to handle her fascination with Izaya similarly to how canon!Mikado was fascinated with Anri. Next chapter we will delve deeper into this little infatuation of hers.

And to those who read anything of mine besides this story, my internet is not helping. I'm not going to post anything for a while. But I will come again soon enough. Just decided to upload this one chapter, as it has been quite some time and I had three fourths of this done.

See u later!

~MariDark