the legendary.

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Shizuo’s response, in fact, made Celty have moreover a worried expression for her friend. She shyly looked down at her PDA and typed rapidly as smoke emitted from her fingertips.

「 You mean your bones are hard as steel from breaking them so much? Yeah, Shizuo, be more careful with yourself. You aren’t a superhuman or inhuman, even.」 

Even though she was the inhuman one out of the two. But Shizuo made her feel like human. 

「 You’re even gonna kill yourself one day. And it’s not gonna be your favorite person that kills you. 」  

「 Shizuo. 」

She released a slight black huff of smoke from underneath her helmet as the transporter continued to type in a rather fast speed as she was trying to get a point across equivalent to how the ex-bartender got his point across. But with typing. 

He stifled a yawn as he sat in his chair at his store, organizing books and leafing through one of particular interest. It was a boring day, not many people had come in today and he had brought in very little income. Annoyed, the young man leaned back, tapping his fingers on the desk, before returning to his habit to keep his “tendencies” under control-continuing to rip apart pieces of unused paper and throwing them into the trash. 

Boredom was a tedious task-especially for one who lacked the mental energy necessary to put up with it. It was then that he looked up-someone had come in through the door, without saying a word. He glanced up at the person, before speaking, in a friendly tone like always, “Hello, welcome to my bookstore. Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?” He asked, his voice effusive. 

What to get for Shinra when he gets off of work... She had thought to herself. Oh! I know! I should get him a new book or something to study off of. And then go grocery shopping later if I can!

As she arrived at a bookstore, the black rider parked her trusty ‘motorbike’ Shooter in an alleyway to avoid the police from being called for not having headlights on the motorbike per usual.

‘Stay right here, dearest Shooter. I’ll be right back. If anything happens, don’t hesitate to get my attention, okay?’ she informed Shooter as he neighed quietly within the alleyway and did as he was told. Entering the bookstore, the woman had looked around and then heard a voice from afar as soon as she entered the building. Approaching the front desk, Celty had started to type away on her phone as her fingertips emitted a slight hint of black smoke against the screen as she showed the PDA in front of him afterwards.  

The blond stared directly at the PDA shown in front of him and replied with a chuckle. “Of course no bones are broken, Celty. Did ya forget that my bones are in fair shape?”

「 You mean your bones are hard as steel from breaking them so much? Yeah, Shizuo, be more careful with yourself. You aren’t a superhuman or inhuman, even.」 

Even though she was the inhuman one out of the two. But Shizuo made her feel like human. 

“…I do hope the dullahan can find their head sooner than after. I don’t know if they’ll consider leaving the city once they find their head; but if they watch over the people and protect them… they can’t be all that bad.” 

As it didn’t seem, Celty had given a soft smile as she had heard about Brenda’s interest her story about dullahans. As if this were a mere coincidence, Celty had felt rather favored, as she had felt naturally feared by society. Perhaps the lady was interested in the legend more so the topic? Left a question, Celty had risen her PDA from her sleeve as smoke emitted from her fingertips as she had typed a response.

「 I hope that they find their head too. But there’s another legend saying that if the dullahan did find their head... they’d forget everyone around them and find out their true meaning of life. But they aren’t that bad at all. 」

Sinking down the PDA after Brenda had read, Celty thought twice on what she had typed. There was no other dullahan than the black rider herself.

“Mn–” Magenta eyes flickered from the screen of the device to the streets, noting quietly that the few straddlers around were indeed were staring in their direction. 

“You could’ve been a model for the brand of bike instead, don’t ya think?” He joked, turning his attention back to Celty, and then tilting his head to glance at the motor bike beside her. He couldn’t see any particular brand. In fact, the more he tried to focus his eyes, the darker the hue of the vehicle looked. It was odd. 

It’ll be alright, he wouldn’t hurt you.

She had thought as she passed the message to the motorbike. And with that, Shooter had calmed down as she had paid right back attention to the conversation. Filled with compliments, a warm feeling had been felt within her heart as she gave off a cheerful vibe, black smoke of happiness arose from the frame of her helmet as she typed away on her PDA.

「 That’s an interesting way to put it (*´∇｀) 」

To be told that she could be a potential model for the bike seemed moreover of a compliment due to her curves. However, she didn’t quite catch on.

「 My motorbike here doesn’t have a brand. He’s one of a kind but he won’t bite. 」

But then, something within the conversation had caught her attention. The fact that she was a legend was already known by the acquaintance as he didn’t seem... afraid. Was there some unique attribute in which the other had held? Or was it just that she wasn’t just as scary as society claims her to be?

「 What type of question is that?! 」

She typed as fast as she could in embarrassment.

「 I don’t have a head! But everything else! That’s…! 」

She hadn’t known whether or not the little bastard of a teenager was trying to aggravate her or just tease her. With the slightest anger, Celty’s shadow from her feet had grown as it had almost engulfed the teenager. But then she halted, typing on her PDA as she shown it to the kid with a shaky palm.

「 Die. 」

this is legitimately what I hear whenever I see someone use this

The sudden silence made her sit up in bed. Maybe… she said something wrong, or maybe the other didn’t know how to react to it. Mousy just wanted to know if it was alright to feel like she was. A sigh left her. && then… a response was seen. 

マウス: No! I don’t … want to kill anyone. 

マウス: I-It’s just a lot of things at school again, and some kids are being mean to me. 

マウス: I have no way to defend myself a-and I don’t know how…  so Izaya-san gave me something I can use… but I don’t know if i should. 

Then she paused. Did… she know Izaya? Mousy didn’t know, and she immediately began to type again. 

It had taken her a solid minute to realize what her fellow friend was dragged into. Fingers set into a halt, the mention of the informant from someone’s innocent self had froze the black rider. For once, instead of society being afraid of the legend, Celty was rather afraid for her fellow friend as her fingers moved. Shadowy clouds had leaked from her fingertips as they danced on her laptop keyboard.

セ: I know who you’re talking about.

セ: He’s no good at all. Don’t listen to what her says. Ever. Because he’s the most diabolical creature ever.

セ: Trust me.

And then it took her just another second.

Avoiding traffic in this city was the equivalent of somehow never running into the common cold. It always happened, the idea of the streets being clear was about as plausible as himself being a bipedal gerbil. It was a dumb idea and, in most reasonable cases, didn’t make a shred of sense when said aloud. But, of course, there were days when the city itself didn’t make sense. Thank goodness scowering the city for anything holy tended to distract from the abstract of Ikebukuro - Lafayette didn’t know what he’d do if he was confronted with the strange every day during his time there. 

 The nearest sign of anything odd was half-way across the city, Shade poking from it’s concealed perch in Lafayette’s coat to look around for itself while the way was clear. Something’s coming. 

Celty had been given a job from the Devil’s advocate as everyone had known the said person as the information broker. Sighing in spite that she was tired of given job after job and not having time for herself, she had always found herself being in a police chase one after another. And it seemed to her that it happened frequently during her ongoing job. Shooter had neighed in the distance as he had ran on both wheels down the long road as direct eye contact with the mirrors and a stranger had came in contact.

What is it, Shooter? She had thought. But then, the motorcycle randomly made a sharp turn towards the park as the cat helmet faced towards the stranger. And strangely enough: once in a blue moon this had occurred. Pulling out her PDA quickly as she had felt something strange, Celty had shown the bright screen at the stranger.

[Brenda followed suit, petting the motorcycle as well. Maybe it was her imagination, but it seemed as if that inanimate object wasn’t… no, that was just silly.]

“Oh! Could please tell me a legend? I wonder what sort of local folklore this city has!”

「 ...A legend? 」  

She had given it a small thought: wasn’t she called a legend? The only legend in Ikebukuro? Apparently the tourist was rather interested about it and probably heard everyone talking about it since it’s the city’s most popular rumor. Holding the PDA close to her chest, the black rider hesitated before she had typed out a certain legend that she had heard about.

「 Legend has it that there’s a dullahan within the city, watching over the city and protecting it. Rumor has it that they’re rather friendly to others whereas some people declare them a monster. The dullahan’s trying to find their purpose in life and most importantly: their head. 」