Durarara Kida x OC

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Ikebukuro is my home. And nothing screams "Welcome Back!" like Ikebukuro's busy streets teeming with sound and people. I used to live in a smaller town where I was born, then moved here when I was around seven. Then, two years ago, we moved out into the country because of my mother's illness. She died only a few months ago, so my dad and I moved back here for a new job. I miss my mom, but I can't let my depression get out of hand again otherwise it'll just cost my dad money he doesn't have. Besides moving on is probably good for me, I've never been the negative type and I know that I don't want to burden anyone with my problems. So if anyone asks I am thrilled to be back. And that's the truth.
My dad has been distant since my mom passed so I've done my best to keep out of his way. For the past week I've simply walked the streets I used to know and tried to learn what's new about them. It's all very nostalgic, but nothing seems to calm my nerves. School starts up tomorrow, and having to reintroduce myself to everyone does not sound ideal, but I guess I don't have any other choice. Attempting to ignore my anxiety I thought walking to the park would be a good idea. On my way there I realized something I hadn't earlier. There were groups, no, packs of people wearing bandanas that I could only assume we're gangs. When I lived here when I was little I knew there was some gang activity, but nothing like what I was seeing that night. After taking another look around I could see all the new graffiti, gang signs, and gang colors that were definitely not here before. Suddenly I got uneasy, remembering past interactions with the old gangs.
"If these newer gangs were able to drive out the old ones I certainly don't want to run into them,"
Avoiding any shady characters I encountered I finally made it to the park, and thankfully it had remained relatively the same after all these years. There were still artists earning their living and children running around followed by their parents. I sat on a bench under a beautiful blooming cherry-blossom tree and took a deep breath.
"This is home..."
I took my book out of my bag and began to read while the sun began to set. I felt at peace, and it was nice. I was reading one of my favorite books that I've had since I was little. It was a simpler story, but I loved it all the same. It perfectly complemented my nostalgia, but it also reminded me of being on my own for the time being. Just as I turned to a new chapter I looked down to see that someone had drawn all over the page. I smiled, shaking my head, remembering who drew the silly image of a clown. He was my best friend that I had known since grade school, and we were nearly inseparable until I had to move away. I missed him for the longest time, and we tried to keep in touch, but I guess he got too busy at one point. Remembering all of the great times we had together I didn't notice that the sun had gone down and most of the street artists had begun to pack up. I looked down at my watch and was surprised to see that I had sat reminiscing for nearly an hour. I put my book away and stood up walking toward the main streets. With my mind swimming in the past I walked somewhat carelessly until I spotted something out of the corner of my eye. I turned around to see a man, tall, blonde, and dressed like a bartender, or maybe a limo driver, smoking a cigarette. He seemed harmless enough, but catching a glance of his eyes is was truly startled me. The look in his eyes reminded me of a lion waiting to attack its prey. For some reason, I felt my adrenaline begin to kick in, but I ignored it until I saw what the man did next. The blonde stomped over to a nearby park bench, growled angrily, and then proceeded to kick it straight out of the park as if it were a toy truck in a sandbox. Instead of sticking around to see what he was going to do next I ran out of the park. I was about to start slowing down, but before I got the chance I slammed straight into someone hard enough to knock me to the ground. I fell on top of them, awkwardly draped like a blanket, and I could feel my face heat up.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I-I didn't see you and-"
I backed up off of the guy and tried standing up, but doing so in heels is easier said than done.
"-No, no beautiful my bad!" The boy recovered quickly and helped me get up next. I smiled, still blushing from embarrassment while tried not to look directly at him.
"I didn't see ya coming at me with you runnin' a thousand miles an-"
He paused and I looked up at him out of curiosity, and who I saw nearly knocked me right back down.
It looked Kida, but hard to tell due to his dyed hair. 
However, I knew it was him as he smiled down at me with the same smile he's always had.
We stood there, with him still holding my hand, and all I could do was stare back at him silently in awe. He squinted his eyes for a moment then asked the million dollar question.
"That you Emi?"
Unable to form words I grinned and nodded excitedly before wrapping my arms around him in a hug. He had gotten much taller so hugging him was a challenge, but he quickly returned the embrace twirling me around a bit. Once we broke apart I could hardly get my thoughts together.
"I can't believe it's you!" I exclaimed.
"Me? What about you!? I didn't even recognize you!" We laughed a bit before I noticed the two others that were walking with Kida. He caught my state and he grinned grabbing one of them by the arm.
"Oh, Emi allow me to introduce you to my best friends Mikado and Anri!"
I smiled and waved
"Nice to meet you!"
"Yeah," the boy said shyly, "nice to meet you too!" And the girl smiled back at me politely. I had so many questions to ask him, why hadn't he kept in touch the past few years? Did he really forget about me until now? Did he not want to hear from me after I left?
I felt my anxiety return, but I shook it off and decided to go with a simpler question.
"So is your guy's school starting tomorrow?"
"Yup," Kida chimed, "Raira Academy here we come!"
"Oh thank goodness! That's where I'm transferring to!" I grinned and sighed with relief. We began small talk as an attempt to catch up, but a half hour sped by and we had only talked about what the school was like. It was strange seeing him it was like he was a whole different person, but he was still the Kida I had known for so long.
After a little while longer he asked if I wanted them to walk me home. I smiled but kindly declined. He looked concerned for only a second and insisted, and remembering the gangs I had seen earlier I thought it best to have someone to walk with. He said goodbye to his other friends and began to follow me to my apartment. We talked very little, and enjoyed the sounds of the city, but nearing closer and closer to my place the pit in my stomach grew.
"Um, Kida?" I blurted without thinking.
"Hm?"
I gave up on hesitating and decided I should just say what was on my mind.
"Why did you stop talking with me? I mean I know we tried to keep in touch when I moved, but after awhile you just stopped responding..."
He glanced over at me without a change in expression.
"Well, you see, I got a new phone, and a new email address and so I didn't know if..." He rambled on and on before I stopped him mid sentence.
"Kida, you don't have to lie to me," I crossed my arms and looked off. He looked over at me concerned and soon sighed.
"Alright! You got me! I stopped talking because of what you said the last time I got an email from you. You were talking about all your new friends, hitting it off with a bunch of guys, and just... having fun without me."
I stopped walking to hear the rest of his explanation.
"I just figured that you were better off not having to deal with any long distance friendships. I didn't want to interfere with your new friends," He was looking down at the ground with his sad puppy look and I couldn't believe that of all people I knew it was Kida who had felt left out.
"Oh, Kida-" I chuckled "-you really have changed!"
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean, the old Kida wouldn't let me outshine him and his good times! Not to mention the old Kida would've never thought he could be replaced!" I laughed and resumed walking. He brightened up a bit at my remark and was soon next to me again bragging and joking about all of his new friends. As I listened I felt that funny feeling all over again, Kida just made everything seem better when he was around. Being his best friend I have always had to shake off the odd romantic attraction towards him, but for now, for this night I would let linger just a little longer. Once we made it to my apartment I hugged him tightly once more and he left, promising to walk me to school the next day. Walking inside I could see my dad in the living room, drinking, and staring off into space. I worried about how often he drinks nowadays, but I was also worried about what he'd say if I tried to stop him.
"Hey Dad, you going to bed soon?"
"Hmm..."
He wouldn't look at me but nodded clumsily.
"Okay... I'm going to bed now, night dad!"
I walked quietly into my room hoping to hear a response, but none came. I sighed, shutting the door and locking it as a precaution. I stepped over the groups of unopened boxes and hopped onto my bed. I opened up my laptop to see what materials I would need for school, but instead, I saw a new email from a random number. It read
"Hey, Emi! If you ever need anything this is my email and my new number..."
I smiled before shutting my laptop and turning off my lights. I laid in bed knowing that with Kida around that my life just might return back to normal.