Durarara!! - Volume 6 - Chapter 3.4

The Black Market Doctor Gets Sappy, Part Four

Excerpt from Shinra Kishitani’s journal

April 30

Celty was cute again today. She always is.

A month has passed since spring arrived, but her loveliness never changes.

Even after the world ends and I’ve turned into dust, the truth that Celty was cute will remain a constant fact.

I’ve been keeping this journal for about half a year, and upon consulting it, this is about the twentieth time I’ve started an entry this way.

It just goes to show you how cute she is.

That’s a good thing.

That alone allows me to record that today was a good day.

Speaking of which, when did I first experience romantic feelings for Celty?

I think I realized it was love in middle school or high school.

If youth is the season when you fall in love with love, then mine is undoubtedly happening at this very moment.

Speaking of which, how do kids these days spend their youth?

I look back fondly on my days at Raira Academy. Things were a bit rougher back then. The school was packed with the types who spent their younger years fighting.

But I was no good at that, so I couldn’t join in on their style and saw no reason to, anyway.

Some of Celty’s acquaintances are current students at Raira.

They’ve been to our place a few times, and when they were, I told them that they weren’t like kids nowadays, for good reasons and bad. But in a way, they’re more futuristic than the youth of today.

Of course, just being comfortable enough to know what Celty is and still hang around her makes them unlike normal kids.

I understand full well just how adorable Celty is, so I can be with her forever.

If only the people of the world understood her beauty better.

Then everyone could love Celty.

Dullahans aren’t monsters; they’re fairies.

On top of that, Celty’s a cute one. That’s really something.

Personally, I’d love to be able to explain all her charm, but I couldn’t possibly cover it all.

And if I relayed how bewitching she is as a woman, I’d instantly create thousands of rivals for her love.

Speaking of which, what about Mikado and Anri, the kids who came over recently?

I thought they were a couple, but they seemed oddly distant. Hardly the intimate soul mate situation.

Perhaps they’re still at that “more than friends, less than lovers” stage.

Too formal to be the childhood-friend type, but not platonic male-female friends, either.

Maybe they’re just before the romantic confession.

I think they should live as they desire.

Compared to our high school days, it’s a much more healthy way of life.

They seem to have their own problems to worry about, but that’s fine.

There’s no law that says you can’t balance love and battle.

Yes, you need to compartmentalize and use self-control, but I also think that a lack of desire is a problem.

People shout and carry on about the Dollars and Yellow Scarves and whatnot. I think it’s just youth.

But there’s one thing you shouldn’t get wrong.

You can’t just escape the responsibility for your mistakes by hiding behind the excuse of youth.

Hang around in bars, and you’ll hear salarymen boast about their past indiscretions by saying, “I used to be a bad kid.” They’re mistaken about that.

If you can laugh off the bad things you did in your youth and brag about them, you weren’t bad as a kid. You’re still bad now.

As the sayings go, “A leopard cannot change its spots,” and “What is learned in the cradle is carried to the tomb.” These men haven’t changed, and their sins give them no guilt.

You might consider that a criminal youth who goes to juvenile hall has paid the price for his crimes, but if they brag about it years later, they haven’t really atoned.

I don’t disallow children the right to act stupid.

But I also don’t disallow the necessity to pay the appropriate price for it.

I suspect that the evil deeds I’ve done in the past will demand a day of reckoning eventually.

But if possible, I hope that when the moment comes, it does not cause Celty grief.

I think that’s the one atonement I can provide to make up for hiding the location of her head.

Is that selfish of me?

Wow, I really got serious there for a moment.

I will now transition to my daily practice of listing outfits that I want Celty to wear.

Just can’t get a good night’s sleep unless I do this.

Imagining Celty in the outfits I describe here actually makes it more difficult to sleep, but that’s a very trifling problem.

—Celty dressed as a Wild West sheriff. Maybe she’d exhibit a wild eroticism like Sharon Stone in The Quick and the Dead. She can’t be killed with bullets, so she’s an invincible sheriff, until the day she fell in love with me, the outlaw with a bounty on his head. No, wait, maybe I should be the sheriff who falls in love with Celty, the wanted outlaw. Since she doesn’t have a head to begin with, I could secretly save her by mocking up a sham of a hanging to throw everyone off her trail. Yep, that should work.

—Celty in a school-issued swimsuit. On the nametag on her chest, it would say SERUTI in hiragana, like a kid would write. That might be kind of cute. I’m not particularly into young girls or older ladies as a rule, but I know for a fact that I could love Celty, no matter what form she comes in.

—Stripper clothes. She works a job where she shows off her body, but around me, she doesn’t even like to show off her arms. But as a matter of fact, I secretly pay money to see her strip show every night. (← Veto this. It makes me sound like a normal old pervert, which Celty wouldn’t like.)

—School sailor uniform. I’ve actually brought this one up several times before, so I’ll discuss a black-based outfit in this case. Set the scene: the library after school. As the student librarian, I return in the evening to pick up something I forgot. Who should I see but Celty the nerdy bookworm, so wrapped up in her book that she never heard the bell ring, her headless body trembling in the dark… (← Bingo! This is some fantastic work. I’ll ask her about re-creating this one later.)

Every single time, just rereading what I wrote nearly gives me a nosebleed.

They say that love is not a true affliction, but my case of it is pretty severe.

Only Celty can cure me now.

She’s currently sitting behind me, watching last week’s episode of Mysterious Discoveries of the World.

She probably couldn’t even imagine that I’m right behind her, indulging in fantasies of her dressed in various outfits. I love how innocent and unsuspecting she is.

Uh-oh, I think she’s going to take a look at my journal.

writing this in real time by hand as I try to hide this journal from Celty if she sees my journal of fantasies I can’t even begin to guess what she’ll do to oh no! her shadow caught me around the ankl~~~~~  — ~ —

(The rest of the page is blank except for a few spots of blood.)

(Between the blood spots are a few lines of text written in a different hand.)

Just say these things out loud, rather than hiding them there. Also, I think I stained your journal with your own blood. Sorry.

Also, that sailor uniform scenario seems less like a romance and more like a scary school story.

But I might not be against wearing more normal clothes.

If I feel like it.