Ōji. Now that was a name. A prince in a chat. A name among names. Who would have guessed that this person was not who they said their name is. Izaya did. So did Mikado. Let's not forget Celty. Actually, only two of those three knew Ōji's real identity. Who they were, what they did. Everyone else only knew a name in a chat, on a forum. Mikado, the third person, only knows Ōji because he goes to her school, but he doesn't know that. Not yet.
Ah yes, you must be curious. Ōji means "Prince" in Japanese, so you thought Ōji must be some guy. You were wrong there my friend. Ōji is, in fact, a girl. A very pretty girl who's junior high classmates mistook for a handsome young boy and had voted her the most handsome during their young years. Two years in a row she had won that title. It wasn't until highschool that people learned Tentōmushi Kasai was actually a girl and during that first year it was awkward for everyone. It was crazy how many girls had left secret love notes in her locker and how quick they were to suddenly try and forget about everything that had happened with gossip.
But that's another story, for another time. Why don't we get back to this chat and why Ōji joined in the first place. Actually, you'd be surprised. It was her fourth year of highschool and Ōji, an already member of the Dollars, received an invite from someone she knows to a chat filled with some people she did know and others she should know, but didn't. Izaya, she could recognize easily. He kept talking to himself and it could only make her laugh. He was good at pretending when he wanted to, but he couldn't hide himself that well from the others. Especially when the messages came one right after the other and about some subject nobody was even bothering to talk about. She guessed it was because she saw him so much and talked to him often (though that was very little) that she knew him by that point. As for Celty, it took quite awhile. It didn't dawn on her until she had written the name down and saw that it was a play on words. The small smile on her face when she figured that one out nearly made her jump for joy.
Her only problem now was the fact that she didn't know who the hell that one girl was, but she seemed really into dirty things. She just hoped that person didn't suddenly rub off on the others in the chat and make it all about submissions and dominations and shipping. She shuddered at the thought of that, but as of now... She was only a name in a chat.
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Fanfiction[ A Durarara!! fanfiction ] Ōji is the last person you'd expect to be friends with a group of extraordinary people. After all, Ōji goes to school like any normal person and spends their days on their phone. So why do they hang out with them? Let's t...
