The Second Generation(a Durarara Fanfiction)

Chapter 23

Kai waited. Waited for a certain someone to come. Suddenly, someone walked through the door.

"Soratoki, you wanted to talk to me?"

"Why yes." Soratoki said smirking.

"Well, what is it?" Kai asked impatiently.

"Okay okay." Soratoki said putting his hands up. "Come on guys."

Suddenly, a wave of men and women came and blocked the entrance of the hideout.

"Who are they?!"

"Who them? They are the Slayers."

Kai glared.

"As for I." Soratoki said taking off his Yellow scarf. "I am their leader."

Where the scarf was, a black and white ring replaced it.

"You, I knew there was something off."

"Oh and by the way, we brought a few friends that you might know."

Two girls, who's hands were cuffed together, were pushed to the front.

"Chime! Rin!" Sakura yelled.

"Guys?!" Chime said looking towards her friends.

"Don't attack them! It'll only make it worse!" Rin yelled at them.

"What are you gonna do Missy?" Soratoki asked temptingly.

"Go." Kai said.

"Huh?" Soratoki said in confusion.

Suddenly, from behind him, he heard screams. Then someone flew in front of him.

"What the fuck?!"

He turned to meet eyes with someone dangerous. Heiwajima Haru, an angry Heiwajima Haru. There were also two others that he didn't recognise, but figured that they were his friends, in a fighting pose.

"Bastards, all of you." Were the only words Haru said before the Yellow Scarves members started attacking.

Both sides were getting clobbered. Mainly the Slayers side. Soratoki watched as his gang was getting beaten up as he moved back from the crowd.

"What the hell? How are they so prepared?"

He backed up a little more.

BANG

I strong pain went through his arm. He let out a scream. The fighting stopped in an instant. Soratoki looked around to see who shot him. He heard footsteps coming towards him.

"Why hello Mr. Soratoki."

Soratoki looked up to see a male, who was wearing a blue and black zipper-less hoodie, smirking at him.

"Orihara?!"

"Hey what's up?"

"Why did you shoot me?!"

"I have my reasons."

"I thought we were on the same side?! Why would you do this?!"

"Remember when we first met? Who you said you admired me. Why did you admire me again? Oh yeah. It was because I was so untrustworthy yet so useful. You were the one who said that correct? Yet you began to trust me. And look how that turned out. To be honest, I thought you were gonna ask why a 16 year old has a handgun with them. But I guess not."

"16 year old?"

"Yeah you never knew? I'm 16."

"But you were around when the original Dollars gang was around! How could you be 16?!"