Me: Well, I just wanted to try this!

Enjoy!

Legends come and legends go in Ikebukuro. Some could only last for a second while others could last for a life time. The Black Rider is one of those legends that no one could ever forget. As well as Ikebukuro's fortissimo: Heiwajima Shizuo. And Ikebukuro's own little information broker: Orihara Izaya. If you squint hard enough, you could probably see the DOLLARS leader walking along with the Yellow Scarves Shogun as well with the renowned Slasher.

Unknown to this young man, standing with an expressionless face as he asserts his situation, he's about to become a legend himself in Ikebukuro; a place where legends come true.

A Legend

Sonzai Fushou's life is anything but normal. He never minds it in the first place, but it wasn't something that he would be proud of. Neither would it be something that people would be jealous of. He had heard many complaints about how life is boring but being on your guard constantly doesn't really make it even more fun.

If anything, his life seems to be unpredictable to the point that it would drive anyone insane. Of course, life itself is never actually predictable, but the randomness that revolves around his whole existence is rather unrelenting and takes the quote "expect the unexpected" to a whole new level.

Every single incident of his life led him to a new chapter.

Such as this.

[For your first test: Steal the brown package from the Black Rider before she makes it to her destination.]

Fushou could've sworn he was back in New York weaving around the crowd to get to his apartment. The blank faced teen could only stare at the sunset from the horizon, overlooking the city on the roof of a random, modernly built building.

How could he go from the ground on the streets to the how-many-stories-tall building on the roof; is pretty much a mystery itself. But he decided not to question it (like most things from his life) and concentrate on the message left on his phone.

Someone is testing him; that is quite obvious, but for what reasons?

The black-haired teen then looks back behind him, blankly staring at the black vehicle as he now understands the reason why his motorcycle is here in the first place. He is the one who saved the broken down motorbike from the junkyard and decided to fix it on his own. The bike was custom-made just for him.

Well, at least he didn't have to figure out what kind of transportation to use to catch up with the headless woman (he has already completely decided to just go along with the flow).

And then he remembered something important.

The Black Rider.

Unless the message is specifying another person, Fushou thoughts led back mostly towards a Celtic fairy name Celty.

The problem with this?

She's supposed to be in a manga called "Durarara!" and she was never supposed to exist in his world.

He then notices the residents walking around the building he is on; speaking Japanese of all the languages he could've heard.

While the headless woman was not supposed to exist in his world; neither was he supposed to exist in her world.

Great, another problem that he has to solve.

Then, he heard the sound of a horse whining. It wasn't long soon after till he saw his target coming out of a hole on the side of the very same building he is on and watches as she rides towards her destination… with a brown package…

He supposed that one would question if stealing the package from the women herself would be wise. She wasn't a legend for nothing and not just because of the fact that she's headless. She's dangerous in the field of combat also.

Actually, most people would usually question their sanity by now at the fact that they are in such a situation as this (with the exception of Otakus: they would rejoice).

Well, Fushou was never like most people.

Knowing that if he ever wants to go home, he has to comply with what the message is saying. This message is the only clue to why he's here and how he got here. And hopefully, it could lead him to the person who had sent him here in the first place.

Tanaka Taro has entered the chatroom.

Tanaka Taro: Good evening everyone.

Setton: Good Evening.

Kanra: Hello~

Kanra: Guess what, guess what~!

Tanaka Taro: Yes..?

Setton: What?

Kanra: Apparently, there's a new legend going around in Ikebukuro~

Tanaka Taro: There is?

Kanra: Get with the times Tanaka-kun~!

Kanra: Then again, it was something just recently made.

Kanra: But it's almost as popular as The Black Rider legend itself.

Tanaka Taro: Eh? No way!

Setton: Well? What is it?

Fushou fingers his black goggles that hung around his neck as he narrows his eyes at the form of the headless rider leaving farther from the building.

Silently, he took a step back, keeping his eyes on the woman, before turning around and settling himself on his bike. He fingers his goggles for a while more before putting them on around his eyes. They are standard goggles that are rimmed with black materials and the glass is clear enough for anyone to see his eyes. But the glass is also tinted with a red coloring, making his pure white-eyes tainted with a dark ruby color– very close to the color of blood.

He swirl the keys around his fingers before pushing them into the ignition; a loud screeching, demonic-sounding noise echos around the area as the motorcycle came to life. Despite how new and modern-looking the bike is, the poor thing is still pretty old so how it sounds couldn't be helped.

Kanra: They say that there is another biker in town~!

Kanra: And this one is a lot more dangerous than the Black Rider apparently~

Setton: Really?

Tanaka Taro: Really? How so?

Kanra: Well, many witnesses claimed that a demon was on that bike.

Kanra: Some say that it was the devil itself~!

Fushou covers his wildly-cut, black hair with his black hood, making sure to tuck his loosely-tied, stubby little ponytail in, not particularly wanting anyone to identify him by his looks. He has a feeling some people would seek him out after his little task.

Grabbing his black gloves from the side compartment of his cycle, he put them on with ease before slipping his cell phone into his coat's sleeve, knowing that there is a compartment to hold the useful technology.

His face remained blank as he rolls his bike over to the edge of the building.

Tanaka Taro: The devil?

Kanra: Yep.

Kanra: I heard that the biker's eyes had shined an evil red and is dressed like the Grim Reaper.

Kanra: You know, black cloak and such.

Kanra: And that his bike is actually some kind of demon-like creature in disguise!

Kanra: You could easily hear its dreadful screeching loudly and clearly.

Tanaka Taro: Scary…

Kanra: And get this!

Without a single thought of his safety, he drove off the roof and into the air.

Kanra: They say that the biker can sprout out purple flames!

Tanaka Taro: Purple?

Tanaka Taro: That's not possible.

Kanra: Yet why is it that many had claimed such a thing?

Kanra: If there is such thing as a headless rider, then I'm sure that a demonic devil sprouting off purple flames isn't so farfetched.

Tanaka Taro: True…

Tanaka Taro: But I just don't get how such a thing could be performed.

Kanra: Well, you also couldn't explain how The Black Rider could live without a head.

Kanra: Right?

Kanra: Some mysteries remained a mystery~

Kanra: This legend is no exception.

Dipping downward towards the ground while his bike is rolling on the side of the building, Fushou knows that he has to catch up to the other rider quickly for the Celtic fairy already has a good head start ahead of him. Using the side of the building to his advantage, he used it to push off at the last second and landed into the streets safely with no casualties before speeding off towards his target.

Purple blazes shoot out from the exhaust pipe of the motorcycle, shining the forebodingly dark color on his figure, and Fushou gave no thought to the stares he has earned. Nor did he question the frighten looks that are given to him.

Kanra: Ikebukuro's own "Grim Reaper"~

Kanra: But most call the biker "The Demon Rider".

Kanra: How unoriginal is that?

Tanaka Taro: Sounds scary…

Tanaka Taro: I would understand why he/she is called "The Demon Rider"…

Tanaka Taro: But why the "Grim Reaper"?

Kanra: Oh? You haven't heard?

Tanaka Taro: Heard what?

The ends of his coat, torn and shredded, flew behind him, like a cape fluttering against the wind as he has already narrowed into his target; the one called "The Black Rider" is riding into the street below the highway he is on.

Without a thought, he rode his bike off the highway, flying into the air going down towards the headless woman; his sights specifically on the brown package rather than the rider who held the package.

Kanra: Then again, if you haven't heard of this demonic rider yet, then you probably haven't heard what has happened on the day of his/her debut.

Kanra: Apparently, there was a battle between the both of our riders~

Kanra: The Black Rider and The Demon Rider.

Tanaka Taro: Eh? No way!

Kanra: Yes way!

Kanra: And the Demon Rider is still alive to tell the tale.

Tanaka Taro: But that still doesn't explain why he's/she's called the "Grim Reaper".

Tanaka Taro: The Demon Rider didn't kill anyone.

Tanaka Taro: … Did it?

Kanra: Don't worry, I have yet to hear any death reports concerning towards our newest legend ~

Kanra: The demonic rider has yet to kill anyone.

Kanra: Yet.

Tanaka Taro: Are you implying that he/she will?

Kanra: Well, why not? If the rider is as demonic as they say.

Tanaka Taro: Well, if murder isn't the case, then is he/she called the "Grim Reaper" for nothing?

Kanra: Oh, it isn't for nothing.

His bike is just right above the other biker, faintly noticing that the Dullahan has detected his presence and before she could even start to react, he immediately swoops in and grab the package –almost appearing as if the package wasn't near the woman in the first place– and land near the fairy in a skid before adjusting the position of his bike to drive off to the opposite direction of where the headless woman is originally going.

Beep

Automatically, Fushou tilted his arm forward; his phone then slid into his hands. He looks at the message on the screen.

[Good work. Come to this address and we will talk about your situation. Make sure the Dullahan isn't following.]

The address then appeared soon after he had read the text.

Hearing the neighing sounds of the Celtic Fairy's bike, he worked up a pathway to get rid of the Dullahan.

Kanra: People saw the Demon Rider is targeting the Black Rider.

Kanra: There were theories about how the Demon Rider came from Hell to take the Black Rider back with him/her.

Kanra: You understand that the Black Rider is headless, right?

Kanra: And usually, headless people shouldn't be alive, right?

Kanra: So, because of that fact: others think that the Black Rider had somehow, previously escaped death and that the Demon Rider is only trying to take the Black Rider's soul back to Hell~

Tanaka Taro: That's ridiculous.

Tanaka Taro: No way that's true.

Kanra: It's not so farfetched considering we have a headless rider around~

Tanaka Taro: But it still does sound exaggerated.

Kanra: It sounds exciting~

Kanra: By the way, Setton-san has been awfully quiet~

Tanaka Taro: Eh? You're right.

Tanaka Taro: Setton-san, are you there?

Tanaka Taro: Setton-san?

Kanra: My~ Did I scare Setton-san away~?

Kanra: The poor thing.

Tanaka Taro: Setton-san, don't believe what Kanra-san had said.

Tanaka Taro: It's only a rumor anyway.

Kanra: It's not a rumor; it's a legend that is forming in Ikebukuro.

Kanra: Anyone that survives the wrath of the Black Rider and lives to tell the tale is pretty much a legend itself.

Kanra: Especially someone as demonic-looking as our resident Grim Reaper~

I always wanted to try to write a Durarara! fanfiction. I just hope that it's good and interesting~

My grammar is as bad as always though *sweatdrop*