Kimiko: This is going to be the last "Isaac and Miria in Japan" ramble. I don't want the Durarara setting to become too much like Baccano, because I don't think that's what Ryohgo Narita wanted. Come to think of it, I'd be happy if he never found out about any of this… Anyway, I really enjoyed writing this and I've already planned another fic that has these two in it. I'm not sure when I'll get to it though, because I have my hands and brain full with Power of Reason, Power of Magic right now. So much power, so little time!

Flanagan: You're digressing, Kimiko.

Domestic violence! On the street!

"Ah, another day, another dollar, Miria," Isaac said, hoping to sound smart, as he stretched his arms toward the sky.

"What does that mean, Isaac?" Miria wondered.

Isaac was silent for a few seconds, pondering what it really did mean. Why did people have to come up with these confusing idioms? "Well you see, Miria," he said, hastily coming up with a response. "We're in that Dollars group now, remember?" It began to flow more naturally into his mind now.

"I remember."

"That text said we were special for joining the Dollars. That means only one person is chosen each day to join that group."

"But we're two people, Isaac."

"That just means we're even more special! We break the rules, Miria!"

"Oh! I see now! So it means it's okay to break rules, right?"

"That's exactly right!"

Izaya smiled to himself as he heard the voices of the two people he had been hoping to meet again. He had even strayed into the part of town where Shizuo always was prowling around like a walking bomb. They were across the street, walking towards a small crowd gathered around something.

He quickly crossed the street, as there was still time, and called out to them. He remembered their names, of course, and hoped they had remembered him. "Mr. Isaac, Miss Miria," he said in English.

The two heard their names and spun around to face him. They seemed to recognize him instantly. "Oh, it's our friend from the train!" Isaac said with a grin. He enveloped Izaya in a giant hug. Miria followed suit, saying, "It's so nice to see you again!"

"You've been a tremendous help!"

"Now we can text with people in that sushi restaurant and even with ghosts!"

Izaya could have listened to them for a while, but he suddenly found out what the crowd had gathered for. Tom Tanaka and Shizuo Heiwajima were speaking to a man complaining about some debt he had accumulated.

"I'm telling you, it's unfair," the man was stupidly saying, "I'm perfectly happy right now! My life is in total bliss! I don't need you debt collectors knocking at my door!"

Izaya waited for the interesting moment when Shizuo would snap. It came, Shizuo crushing his cigarette underfoot as he grabbed a "Slow for Pedestrians" sign. He sent the man flying into a mailbox near Izaya, Isaac and Miria.

Meanwhile, the two foreigners were terrified.

"Hey, Isaac, look! It's domestic violence, isn't it?"

"On the street, too! This is Sparta, isn't it?"

"It must be!"

"It's like that time in Washington DC, Miria!"

"It is!"

"We should be careful, Miria. But you can count on me. I'll protect you from any dangerous people!"

"Thanks, Isaac! I know I can depend on you!"

Izaya smirked. He loved these two characters more than the average predictable person. But right now, he had to be wary. Shizuo was bound to see him and start charging like a mad rhino at him. There, now it was all happening, just as he thought. Izaya pulled out his switchblade knife and began to slip away, and start the fun chase.

"I have to go now; I'll see you later, my friends." He waved to Isaac and Miria with the hand that wasn't holding the knife and thought about his surroundings.

That light was about to turn green. Izaya danced playfully but quickly across the road, waiting for Shizuo to follow and get hit by the truck that was waiting for the signal.

Kimiko: Thanks for reading this! Review and tell me what you thought overall, please!

Flanagan: Thanks for putting up with us!