Durarara!! - Volume 3 - Chapter Ep

Epilogue: He’ll Come Back.

Ultimately, the rain did not stop.

Mikado Ryuugamine assumed that everything was finished.

Spring vacation would start the next day. He’d work a part-time job and go pay visits to Masaomi when he had the chance. With Anri, of course.

And once school started again, the usual days would return.

Everything had been cleared up with Masaomi. And he was smiling at the end.

Just like always. Smiling at him and Anri.

So once Masaomi had recovered, things would be just the way they always were.

That’s what Mikado believed. His innocence was unfitting for his age.

It wasn’t until a few days later that he realized it was just a fantasy.

He got a call from Mr. Satou, Masaomi’s homeroom teacher in Class 1-B.

“Masaomi told me he’s dropping out of school. Do you know what that’s about?” he asked. Masaomi’s teacher said some comments about how worried he was, but Mikado didn’t hear any of it.

The next thing he knew, he was calling Masaomi’s cell phone. But the number had already been deactivated. All he heard was the synthetic prerecorded message from the phone company.

Why? Why so sudden?

When he checked with the hospital, they said he had left the money for his stay thus far and disappeared, despite the fact that he needed much more time to recover.

He even visited Masaomi’s apartment. The lease hadn’t been broken at least, but when he convinced the landlord to let him go inside, many of his toiletries and necessities were gone.

Anri was just as shocked as he was.

She put up a placid front, but Mikado had finally reached the stage where he could sense that she, too, was feeling quite down on the inside.

But there was one thing Mikado didn’t know.

A piece of information the hospital did not tell him.

That bit of knowledge reached Kadota’s group afterward: that Saki Mikajima left the hospital the same day that Masaomi did.

Kadota’s team and the hospital staff that was aware of their relationship understood and accepted this state of affairs. But being completely unaware, Mikado and Anri were left with nothing but a feeling of loss.

Since coming to Ikebukuro, Mikado had experienced an overwhelming amount of the “extraordinary.”

But the loss of what he considered ordinary was a new thing, and he didn’t know what to do about it.

Time simply passed him by, and bit by bit, Masaomi became a part of the “past” to Mikado and Anri.

One day in April, Mikado invited Anri out into the city.

He did it out of concern for her mental well-being, but she seemed much happier than he expected.

“I know… Lots of stuff happened…but I’m fine now,” she said with her usual sad smile. They engaged in their typical chatter as they wandered the streets of Ikebukuro.

Since that day, Mikado hadn’t asked about Anri’s katana, and she hadn’t asked about Mikado’s connection to the Dollars. Though they were things worth talking about, they both had an unspoken agreement that it wasn’t right to discuss them without Masaomi present. So despite being mostly aware of the other’s situation, they carried out their normal conversations without touching upon any of it.

They wandered around the town, talking about whatever caught their fancy, but it was still weird without Masaomi there. A silence suddenly fell between them.

Anri broke that silence with a murmur just above a whisper.

“I think…I liked Kida…”

Mikado felt a clenching pain in his chest. He did not let it show on his face, but he couldn’t look at hers, either. He just listened as they strolled along.

“I’m just not sure… I really don’t understand that sort of thing. In fact, I recently learned that someone I really respect is a woman…which meant that it had nothing to do with ‘liking’ her that way, I guess. It really is just plain old respect…”

Mikado had more than a hunch of who she “respected,” but he still kept his silence.

Maybe now—maybe now was his chance to tell her.

Maybe he could tell her that he loved her.

The boy quietly clenched his fist.

And with great force of will—decided not to say anything.

He felt like confessing his love for her now would be a betrayal of Masaomi. No doubt Masaomi would laugh and say, “Dummy, this is what makes you so shy!” But even though he could see that reaction, Mikado still couldn’t tell her.

Maybe he was just a coward. But if he loved her here and she accepted his love, he had a feeling he just wouldn’t be fully happy about it. Not in the way he should.

Instead, he arrived at a decision. If Masaomi came back…

If the three of them were as close as before, or perhaps even closer…

Only then would he tell Anri that he loved her. And if she chose Masaomi at that moment, he would welcome their relationship with open arms. He would probably be jealous. He would feel envy for Masaomi.

But even then, he would be happy for them, he told himself, as he opened his mouth to speak.

“He’ll come back.”

“Oh…?”

“I’ve known Masaomi since we were young. He’ll absolutely come back.”

There was no certain proof of this, but Mikado wanted to put Anri at ease.

“So when he does, I’m going to give him a piece of my mind. I’ll get really, truly mad at him with a smile on my face.”

And even knowing that he was just trying to make her feel better, Anri grinned.

“Both of us together.”

At that moment, apartment building, near Kawagoe Highway, Ikebukuro

Just at the time that two upstanding teenagers were pledging to regain the tranquillity of their lives, an extremely non-upstanding being without a head was basking in the pleasure of a tepid, pleasing life.

“It’s so peaceful…”

“It sure is. At the very least, having you happy beside me makes me feel at peace, even if we were in the trenches on the front line.”

The days of rain and clouds were finished. Amid the warmth of true spring, Celty and Shinra were working on a crossword puzzle as the TV played a rerun of a samurai program.

“What’s this horizontal clue? ‘Another name for vitamin E, which improves blood flow and maintains hormone balance.’ It starts with T and ends with E.”

“Oh, you mean tocopherol calcium succinate?”

“Nice, thanks. For a black market doctor, you sure know a lot about chemicals. You’re like Black Jack, from the old manga.”

“As much as anyone else… And what kind of obscure answer is that?”

As they made the most of their lounging time, Celty couldn’t help but wonder. Was it right for a nonhuman like her to enjoy such an indelibly human leisure time? With as much time and little to do as she had, maybe she ought to go do some exercise in a graveyard or something. She showed her PDA to Shinra as he read a financial paper.

“This is nice and peaceful… There’s been all this chaos with the cursed sword, the Yellow Scarves, and your dad. It’s so wonderful to just be together and relax for once.”

“If there’s one problem, it’s that the bloodstains Shizuo left behind outside the apartment may be causing the neighbors to avoid us recently. The neighborhood council hasn’t called, either.”

“Well, that’s nothing new.”

On the TV, the shogun protagonist was charging into enemy territory to vanquish the evil villain with his ninja spies.

“There’s the shogun… Speaking of which, what happened with the Yellow Scarves?”

“Hmm? Masaomi, right? It seems he left the group. There was some internal squabbling, even among the former Blue Squares, and everything’s calmed down for now.”

“I see… So there’s no worry about them going after Mikado or Anri.”

Celty stretched luxuriously, indulging her sense of relief, and rearranged the shadow that covered her body. The tight, cramped riding suit turned into a sheer tank top, boldly exposing her white arms and shoulders.

“Whoa! What? What’s that daring change of clothes about? If you’re going to challenge me like that in the middle of the day, why, I’ll just have to take a quick shower, make the bed, and…huh?”

“What?”

“Well…usually that’s about the point you blast me in the stomach or pinch my cheek to make me shut up…”

“As it happens, I really am challenging you,” she wrote teasingly into the keyboard, but right as she was about to show Shinra, the doorbell rang.

“Huh…we have a visitor.”

Oh, geez.

The timing was so perfectly dreadful that Celty slumped over the table in disappointment.

“Is it those books I ordered? Or maybe the neighbors are complaining…”

“Go get ’em, soldier.”

Celty could not entertain guests, so she stayed hidden in the back room and started working on the crossword again, when…

“Hiii! The adult man before me must be the Mr. Shinra Kishitani! It’s such an ultimate delight to encounter you!”

What in the world?!

Baffled by the bizarre Japanese she just heard, Celty put the helmet on and peered over toward the entranceway. She was worried that it might be a solicitor of some kind of dangerous drug…but that was not what she saw at the front door.

It was a young white woman, using every inch of her ample body to embrace Shinra.

…

…Huh?

There was a strange foreign woman squeezing Shinra, chuckling through her nose and spinning him around. The sight was easily forceful enough to completely shut down Celty’s mind for a moment.

The next instant, the entranceway was filled with a black mist.

“Wh-whoa! Celty, that’s too much! Too much shadow!”

“Wow! My vision is suddenly very broke. Is this questionable phenomenon the result of the disappearance of lighting equipment?”

The white woman speaking baffling Japanese had a very mature figure but an extremely young, nearly girlish face. Celty emerged before her, the shadows writhing from every inch of her body.

“Ce-Celty!”

She stepped in between the two to pry them apart and held up her PDA with trembling fingers so that Shinra—whose face was pale—could see.

“Don’t worry, I’m totally cool. I’m not going to be stereotypical and beat you up before you can explain this. I’m an adult, so I’m sure I can understand the situation, of which I’m sure, I’m sure.”

“You are definitely losing it! I can tell from the end of your sentence!”

“I’m totally cool! I’m cool enough to talk through a boom box on the…”

Celty was interrupted from the process of keeping her cool by the white woman’s sudden embrace.

What?! I was not expecting this!

“Oh! You must be Miss Celty, the no-headed woman of obsidian clothes! I was firmly desiring to encounter you!”

Being embraced by a total stranger of the same sex was a first for Celty. Totally flustered, she set the font on her PDA to English with trembling fingers.

“WHO ARE YOU?”

When the woman saw the all-caps message, she let go of Celty, stepped back, and entered an extravagant bow.

“I have committed an error. The title Emilia is mine. In attempting to deepen family bonds, I initiated a passionate embrace.”

“Family…?”

“Family?” Celty and Shinra asked at the same time. The girl named Emilia straightened up and bowed again, much deeper than was necessary.

“I have remarried Shingen. In America, it was last year.”

“Huh?!”

“Um, well…huh? Wait, I didn’t hear about this. I had no idea, no idea, vehemently no idea!” Shinra protested, his neck stiff as he side-eyed Celty. “Er, and…if I’m not mistaken, Emilia, you look younger than me.”

“Years have no relation to ardor. Thus spake Shingen!”

Again, she embraced Shinra. Again, Celty’s shadow writhed.

When she realized that she was feeling jealous of the newly appeared woman—who was, in fact, Shinra’s mother by marriage—Celty clenched her fists tight.

Damn…what’s with this woman and her “close but no cigar” speech?! If she’s talking like that on purpose, I’m gonna smack her! Even Yumasaki wouldn’t accept someone this weird! I…I don’t want a peaceful life if it includes a sitcom character like her!

Celty was so frazzled by the sudden event that she was starting to lose the boundary between truth and fiction. She finally gave the woman a closer look—and spotted something that caught her by surprise.

A white lab coat.

Shinra recognized her question ahead of time and quickly asked it for her.

“Huh? You have a lab coat, too. And it’s the same as Dad’s…”

“Yes! I am employed at equal workplace of Shingen! When Shingen weddings me, he stated, this company researches on Celty. So from time to time, we will incision.”

Wait. Just a damn minute.

“Umm, isn’t that the kind of information you hide, so that you can go after Celty in secret…?”

“Shingen said Miss Celty will easily allow to dissect. We have an order to study hard the mysteries of dullahan body for the company! So next time, please to come with for laboratory.”

The white woman beamed as she trampled all over Celty’s human(?) rights. The dullahan withdrew all of her shadows and slumped to her knees.

I don’t want…a terrifyingly dangerous life, either…

She swore to herself that she would eliminate Shingen the next time she saw him.

The lazy and relaxing life she’d enjoyed up until yesterday was already becoming a wistful relic of the past.

Chat room

—KANRA HAS ENTERED THE CHAT—

<Hey, hey! It’s everyone’s beloved idol, Kanra!>

|Good evening|

[Hiya.]

<Huh?! No one’s going to rip on me?!>

[I don’t have the energy to do it.]

[…Let’s just say that today, I’m in the mood to murder anyone who puts on an affect like that, so stop it.]

<Wow, that’s mean.>

(Um, so this is my first visit,)

(Is it okay to just rip on him with all I’ve got?)

[You’d just be wasting your time.]

(That’s not a problem, 90 percent of our lives consist of wasted time,)

(I’m ready to fill this entire chat with my wasted time, basically.)

(So with that,)

(I’d like to start ripping on him now, if that’s okay.)

[Another weirdo!]

<Everyone in this chat aside from me gets really worked up about things for no reason.>

(No comment on that one.)

<What?! But you just said—!>

—TAROU HAS ENTERED THE CHAT—

{Evening.}

[Evenin’.]

|Good evening|

{Oh, we have a new member.}

(Hiya.)

(Nice to meet you, I’m Bacura.)

{It’s a pleasure.}

(I got invited here by Kanra.)

|Is that so?|

[Oh? I met him over the Net. Did you meet him that way, too, Bacura?]

(No, I know him in real life.)

<We’re like work partners! But later, when no one’s watching…eek!>

(When are you going to die, Kanra?)

<That’s kinda harsh, isn’t it?!>

|I think telling someone to die is very cruel|

(I’m sorry,)

(but Kanra just gets on my nerves.)

[So you’re not even a tsundere, you just plain hate him.]

<Private Mode> {Um, Bacura…}

<Private Mode> {I apologize if I’m wrong about this, but there’s something I want to ask you.}

<Private Mode> {…Masaomi?}

<Private Mode> {Sorry, it’s just…the way you end your lines with a comma reminds me of a friend.}

<Private Mode> {…Um, if I’m wrong, please just let me know.}

<Private Mode> {It doesn’t have to be in private mode, even…}

<Private Mode> {…Is that you, Masaomi?}

<Private Mode> {Um…I’d appreciate it if you gave me an answer.}

<As a matter of fact, since we meet in person, Bacura should be able to explain to everyone just how charming I am!>

Good idea,)

(Let’s see,)

(If I gave you a score, you would be…)

(√3 points.)

[Square root?]

<Huh? Are you saying I’m so beautiful I can’t be divided into round numbers?>

(I’m saying you’re not appropriate for elementary schoolkids.)

<Huh?! I can’t tell if you’re complimenting me or insulting me!>

(Oh, sorry, looks like this is all the time I have today.)

[No prob.]

<Good evening!>

|So long|

{Oh, Bacura!}

{Come again later! You’re welcome anytime!}

(I will. So long!)

[Night!]

<Good night.>

—BACURA HAS LEFT THE CHAT—

Someone once said the Internet is a form of invisible communication that pales in comparison to meeting someone face-to-face.

That might be true…or it might not.

But at the moment, Mikado strongly rejected that idea.

Through the Net, he had just seen a familiar old friend.

Mikado closed his eyes and thought of many words.

Things he might say with Anri when they met Masaomi again.

About the Dollars, about Anri, about the Yellow Scarves.

There were tons of things he hadn’t talked about. There were tons of things he wanted to talk about.

Maybe when they actually met again, his head would suddenly go blank, and he wouldn’t know what to say anymore. It seemed more likely to happen if Anri were there.

Mikado thought these things over, jotting notes about what to say on his computer.

His place to return, his lost normal life…

These things did exist in the Internet.

At the very least, he hoped that whoever was on the other side of the screen felt the same way.