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Re: Durararatalia (Part 6/?)

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Okay, so first of all, I am VERY VERY EXTREMELY SORRY for my fail lateness on this part. ;_; Real life appeared and decided to give me tons of crap to do that takes up a lot of my time. Hopefully I should have time in the next few days. Also, I dunno how long this is gonna go on, so I might move to Past Part Fills for the next parts to save Part 15 space.

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Right now

Some ten minutes after Japan left to go back to Tokyo, Namie asked in a bored tone,

“Well, what’s your diabolical plan this time, Mr. Evil Mastermind?”

Izaya laughed. “Why Namie, I’m surprised you care!”

Namie didn’t react. “I don’t. But I know you won’t be able to resist bragging about whatever you have in mind. Your head is that swelled.”

Izaya continued to smile, not affected by Namie’s stinging tone. “Oh, I’m not doing anything much. I just want to see how the humans in Ikebukuro react to those--nations? They call themselves nations, but what are they? Are they human? Or some kind of monster like Celty? Honestly, Namie, how could I pass up and opportunity to observe something like this? I simply want to see how much trouble they’ll cause in this city. And see what Ikebukuro does in reaction to such outlandish existences as them. Because I love humanity.”

His smile widened to show teeth.

“Oh, and I’m hoping that America might manage to kill Shizu-chan. I’d be satisfied if he just ruined Shizu-chan’s day, though.”

Right now

England had given up. He had flat given up. At this point he didn’t even care if America got himself killed by a psycho wielding a lamp-post or something. It would be the stupid prat’s fault anyway.

“Bugger all this,” he muttered. He, England, was not going to chase after the boy in an inane attempt to correct his mistakes. Even if those two did destroy the city.

He was startled out of this reverie by a high, eerie noise. Stopping dead in his tracks, he realized what the noise was.

“A...horse...?”

A horse...in the middle of Tokyo, Japan...he felt a chill go down his spine at a noise so out of place you would only hear it in this setting in your strangest nightmares.

There was a screech of tires and suddenly there was a black motorcycle pulled up alongside him.

England made another noise similar to “hurrkk” and pivoted, ready to upbraid the motorcyclist for several things, including but not limited to reckless endangerment of pedestrians. Instead, he found himself facing the screen of a cell phone.

He squinted, trying to read the words typed there.

[Are you England-san, Arthur Kirkland?]

England blinked, disconcerted. He peered over the top of the cell phone to look at the person holding it. All he saw was a figure in a black rider suit, on a black motorcycle with a (mercifully not black) helmet.

“Ahem. Yes. That would be me. May I ask to whom I am speaking?”

The cell phone retreated, the figure tapping away on it for a minute.

[My name is Celty Sturluson. I’m a courier. I was hired--indirectly--by someone by the name of Japan-san to find you or your companions. I’m to bring you back to a government building in Tokyo.]

England gave another blink, surveying the figure. “I...see...have you found any of the others yet?”

The figure gave a shake of it’s head--or rather, helmet, and England narrowed his eyes at it.

“You’re not human, are you, Miss Sturluson?”

The figure seemed mildly surprised, not that England could really tell, with the helmet on. There was a flurry of movement, and he was confronted with the cell phone screen again.

[That’s right. I’m a dullahan. How did you know?]

England sighed. “I can just tell. I thought you didn’t look one of Japan’s folk...dullahan...one of Ireland’s? Are other people able to see you, Miss Sturluson?”

All that appeared on the cell phone screen was a number of question marks.

England snorted. “Usually people don’t see the fae, or spirits, or--uh, unicorns. They stopped believing in them.”

[Maybe it’s because I don’t have my head. That’s what Shinra says, anyway.]

“I see. Well, Miss Sturluson, I’d love to stay and talk, but Japan will be waiting. Shall we go?”

Celty nodded, and England was about to get on the bike behind her when--

Celty’s cell phone chimed.