Overall Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara!. I own copies of the manga and the DVD, but I am neither Japanese nor Ryohgo Narita so obviously the series does not belong to me. Not that there should be any confusion with the matter, as this is a FANfiction.

Chapter One

It was common knowledge that Yuhei Hanejima was an alias, and that the actor's real name was Kasuka Heiwajima, and by extension that he was Shizuo Heiwajima's adored little brother. It was also known that Shizuo would do literally anything for Kasuka.

This public awareness was, of course, the doing of one Izaya Orihara. The informant had hacked into the most popular Yuhei Hanejima fansite and posted the information. Within days it had spread, faster than the plague, to the rest of the Internet. The theory of Shizuo's devotion was tested by multiple dimwitted jackasses who were all sent to the hospital courtesy of Shizuo.

Shizuo was fiercely overprotective of his dear brother— even more so now that everyone knew of their relation. The ex-bartender had been seen several times walking calmly to the residence of some fool who had put up any sort of threat against Kasuka, no weapons in hand besides his own two fists. All of these men were later admitted to the hospital with serious injuries. For some reason, Shizuo was never charged for this (though he was never charged for anything, likely due to his monstrous strength and hair-trigger temper).

Shizuo walked freely down the streets of Ikebukuro, on his way to where he was meeting Tom. The jumbotron TV in the main square was turned to the local news station but he barely spared it a glance as he walked past it. Tom and Vorona were waiting for him outside Russia Sushi, the former chatting casually with Simon.

"Shizuo!" The pacifist Russian man greeted with a cheery wave.

"Hey Shizuo." Tom looked over.

"Greetings, senpai." Vorona said robotically.

Shizuo responded with only a simple nod to each the Russian, his boss, and his coworker. "Who is it today?" He asked wearily as he lit a cigarette.

"Same guy as last week. The one you threw into the wall." Tom said.

Shizuo gritted his teeth. "Eh, him? Dammit."

"Somehow I doubt he'll be much of a problem this time." Tom chuckled dryly. "Hell, he'll probably be waiting at the door for us, money in hand." Shizuo grunted, hoping this was true. He really hated violence. Too bad idiotic people made him use it on a near daily basis.

As the trio walked through the main square, the jumbotron playing the local news station started flashing an emergency banner across the top of the screen. Initially, Shizuo ignored it. Ikebukuro, wild as it was, frequently had big stories on the news. It was the utterance of a familiar name that had him frozen in the middle of the crosswalk.

"Kasuka Heiwajima, the actor more commonly known by his stage name Yuhei Hanejima, has been reported missing from his hotel room today by his manager. Rumors of kidnap began circling the Internet around noon today, and just minutes ago, we of News Channel 666 received this tape confirming the kidnapping!" The newscaster played a tape and a gravelly voice started to speak.

'Shizuo Heiwajima... We have your brother. If you ever want to see him alive again, come to address we have mailed to you within 36 hours. If you are late, he dies.' There was a thumping sound and a muffled yelp that very clearly belonged to Kasuka. At that, all eyes on the street were fixed on Shizuo, who stared in disbelief at the jumbotron, mouth agape, eyes wide, pupils constricted. Kasaka was... kidnapped?

That gravelly voice sounded awfully familiar, as well... But Kasuka! Kasuka was in danger! Without another word to Tom or Vorona, Shizuo sprinted off back to his apartment, weaving through the crowd. He threw a small duffel bag onto his bed but after a second's thought abandoned it. He wouldn't need it. Instead he dug through all of his mail from the past week. The only thing that wasn't a bill, spam, or rental notice was a lone envelope with only his name printed on the outside. He tossed the others aside and tore it open.

Seattle, Washington, United States

Shizuo groaned. "Dammit! Kasuka, the hell'd you do to get caught up in this?" He muttered to himself. "How the hell am I going to get to Seattle?" Then a little lightbulb went off over his head. "CELTY!"

He ran all the way to Celty and Shinra's apartment, and when he arrived he pounded desperately on the door. After a brief moment Shinra opened the door and Shizuo didn't even wait for an invitation to come in before he barreled past him and into the living room where Celty sat, perched on the couch and watching the news. When he entered, she jumped up and dashed over to meet him, the shadows billowing from her neck thickening.

'Shizuo!' She typed rapidly. 'I just saw the news! That's terrible what happened to Kasuka, what are you going to do?'

"That's what I'm here for. I was uh... wondering if you would help me out." Shizuo said awkwardly. Celty nodded but Shinra started to protest.

"Hold it Shizuo!" Shinra interrupted. "You're not taking my wife with you alone! I'm coming too!"

"Oh, you too finally tied the knot?" Shizuo asked curiously.

'No!'

"Well, not officially. I'm still waiting for dear Celty to accept." Shinra sighed. "Alas, the tragic romance is the best romance."

Shizuo had learned to ignore these lovesick ramblings over the years and instead only paid heed to Celty, who was typing again. 'Don't listen to him Shizuo. I'll come with you, but he's not going to relent. I suppose I should ready Shooter?'

"Thanks." Shizuo said graciously. The Dullahan went to prepare her horse-turned-motorbike, leaving Shinra and Shizuo alone. Shinra continued to eye Shizuo suspiciously, as if the blond wasn't his friend since childhood. "Shinra, I'm not trying to steal her from you." Shizuo sighed with a touch of irritation. "You've been infatuated with her since you were four, I'm not getting involved." This was ridiculous. If he had to deal with Shinra's jealousy the whole trip he would end up strangling him.

The underground doctor's attitude changed entirely. "Oh Shizuo, you're such a good friend! I don't know how I could ever doubt you! I do understand, she's so sweet and alluring! Oh no, the whole of Ikebukuro must be head over heels!"

"Most of Ikebukuro thinks she's a monster. The other half are weird teenagers and Izaya." Shizuo pointed out, blunt as ever. Shinra smacked him.

"Shizuo! That's mean!" He scolded.

"So was that!" Shizuo cried indignantly, touching his cheek. It hadn't hurt in the slightest, but still...

Celty returned, tapping on her PDA. 'Shooter's all set.'

"Oh good! Hang on, let me pack!" Shinra ran off to grab a change of clothes and his wallet.

"Why didn't you do that earlier? Oh dear god, I feel like I'm on some cheap American sitcom. I can just hear the laughtrack..." Shizuo put his head in his hands while Celty shook with silent laughter. "It's not funny!"

Shinra came back with a small duffel bag and his medical supplies. He showed the supplies to Shizuo, saying "I thought I should bring these just in case. Knowing you, I'll need them." Shizuo had to punch him for that. Celty put her helmet on and shook her 'head' disparagingly before leading them to Shooter, who was now tricked out with a black sidecar. She guided Shinra into the sidecar and put his bags on his lap, ignoring his protests. Shizuo sat behind her on the seat and Shinra immediately erupted into spirited complaints. "Celty dear, how come Shizuo gets to sit with you and I don't?" He whined but Celty whacked him lightly on the head.

'Shizuo is here for a reason. You're just tagging along.' She typed a reply. Shinra quieted down, his feeling damaged. Shooter came to life with a loud whinny and Celty drove them off into the street.

Heyo! epicfrenchfry here with another Durarara! story! This will be of less priority to me than Delirium so the updates will have longer waits but hopefully you can tolerate that.

Oh and News 666? Yeah. That's real, according to the second season.