Hello, everyone! The idea for this story had been in my head for months, and now I finally managed to write it down. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara!

It was already pretty dark in Ikebukuro and rain was pouring down on the streets. There only were a few people around who were rushing to their destination, hoping to escape the rain soon. They didn't notice the young man who was walking slowly while clinging at the grey blanket that he wore over his shoulders. It was an old and dirty blanket that may have been white once.

His clothes weren't exactly clean either. His black t-shirt and black pants were covered in dirt and blood and were ripped at some places, showing off bits of his pale skin which was covered in bruises. He wore no shoes or socks and his feet also had some blood on them.

If you took a closer look at the man's face, you could see the dirt and blood which it was covered in as well, his black hair that clung to his forehead and the slightly parted mouth through which he has breathing heavily. But what would stand out the most, were his dull, red eyes that he hardly could keep open. They just looked dead.

His whole body hurt and with every step he took, a new wave of pain washed through him. The man didn't even know where he was going. Actually, he did know where he wanted to go. Home. But he didn't know if he would make it there. The pain was intense and he wasn't really aware of his surroundings anymore.

When the pain became too much, the man leaned against the wall of a house next to him, and slowly slid down. He knew he probably shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't care at this moment.

The intense pain was still there, but it had been worse while he was walking. He lifted his head a bit to take a look at his surroundings but he couldn't focus on anything, so closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall. He concentrated on his hearing, but all the noises just mixed together, making it impossible to identify them.

He could feel himself drifting into unconsciousness, before he heard the sound of a horse. It was a familiar sound, but he didn't know where he knew it from. He opened his eyes, hoping to find answers, but was immediately greeted with a bright light which caused him to close his eyes again.

When the man suddenly felt a touch on his upper arm, his eyes shot open and he tried to get away from it. He didn't get far, as the sudden movement caused him a lot of pain but the hand left nonetheless, making him feel a bit calmer.

When there was again no movement for a while, the man felt his eyes slid close and now fully drifted into unconsciousness.

Celty had been on her way back from a job when she saw a person on the ground. She got off from her bike and walking towards this person, in order to see if he was alright. All she could see right now was a mop of black hair and a dirty, gray blanket, which also had a few, seemingly fresh, bloodstains.

But she wasn't prepared for what she saw next. When she took a closer look at the person, she immediately recognized him. Orihara Izaya. The man who had been missing for over two months. And now here he was, injured and barely conscious.

Celty quickly pulled out her phone. [Izaya! Are you ok?] She wrote before holding the phone in front of the man's face. She knew that the question was kinda stupid, since she could see that he was clearly injured, but she still needed a response from the man.

Izaya began to open his eyes, but immediately shut them again. Celty put her phone away and tried to gain the man's attention by touching his shoulders, which caused the man to flinch and trying to get away from her, but was stopped by the pain from the sudden movement.

Not knowing what else to do, she waited for Izaya to calm down. When he had lost his consciousness, she took the opportunity to pick him up and lay him down into the sidecar of her bike.

She now was sitting on the couch in Shinra's apartment and waited for the doctor to finish up his for. He was quite shocked when Celty had showed up with Izaya, but began to treat the man immediately.

When Shinra exited the guest room, Celty got up from the couch and began to write a message on her phone. [How is he?]

"He's stable for now. Aside from a from a few cuts and little gash on his head, he hasn't much external wounds, so I'm guessing that all that blood on his clothes isn't his. But what worries me, are the many bruises all over his body, which are all in different healing stages. For now, I've cleaned him up, treated his wounds and gave him painkillers." Shinra explained.

Celty paused shortly before writing her next message. [Where do you think Izaya was during these 2 months?]

"I don't know, but judging from his current state, it wasn't a pleasant place. But he should wake up soon, so we can ask him then."

[Do you think he will tell us?]

Shinra sighed. "No, probably not. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try."

Celty was about to reply, when they heard a loud knocking on the front door. Shinra walked over to said door and opened it, revealing a rather impatient-looking Shizuo.

"Shizuo, what a pleasant surprise! It's been such a long time!" Shinra greeted his friend happily.

"It's only been a few weeks." Shizuo said, looking anything but happy.

"Ah, well… what is it that I can do for you?"

"What about letting me in?"

"That's rather inconvenient. I have a patient here."

"It won't take long." Shizuo said, already pushing the smaller man aside and walking in. Once inside, he began looking around strangely.

[Is something wrong, Shizuo?] Celty showed him her phone and he turned his attention to her.


[So what did you want to talk about?]

"It's about Izaya."

"Izaya? What about Izaya?" Shinra asked.

"He's been away for quite a while now."

"Yes, I noticed that."

"Do you where he is or what he is doing?" Shizuo asked.

"No, why should I know something like that?" Shinra answered, rubbing his neck nervously and looking over to Celty, silently asking for help.

"I bet he is plotting something."

[I don't think he is plotting anything.]

"Eh? You're on his side now?" Shizuo asked angrily.

[No, I just think he has something else to do than that.]

He narrowed his eyes at her. "You know something."

"What do you mean? We know as much as you do." Shinra insisted.

Shizuo looked around the room again, before focusing on the door to the guest room. "He is here, isn't he?"

"What are you talking about, Shizuo? Ah, wait-" Shinra said, but Shizuo was already opening the door.

And that was the first chapter! I originally thought that it would be longer, but oh well. Please review and tell me what you think so far. I would appreciate it very much.