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Disclamer: I do not own Durarara! or its characters. Nor do I own any of the alternatives. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Why did I agree to this? After Roppi grabbed his sketchbook, he is walking on the streets with the humans he hates heading to the residence of the violence incarnation with the weirdest human he has ever encountered in his life. Not only did he have to be in this kid's and the rest of the world's presence, but he has to stop and explain all of the city's landmarks and urban legends since the blonde couldn't help but sightsee everything. "Y-you must kno

Disclamer: I do not own Durarara! or its characters. Nor do I own any of the alternatives. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Are you okay?” the boy asked again; there was more concern in his voice.  Hachimenroppi just stared back at him trying to register why he isn't in pain, or dead. Who the hell are you!? Why didn't you let me fall? Why are you even here? You look like a high schooler and unless Izaya brought you here, it's not a place to people like you?  Also how did you catch me? I was falling pretty fast if my math is right. “Oh my Gosh, you're  

Disclamer: I do not own Durarara!! or its characters. Nor do I own any of the alternatives. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tokyo’s small entertainment district of Ikebukuro is known to have many monsters roaming its streets.  The Black Rider who rides a black motorcycle with no headlights or license plate and was said to be headless.  The Slasher who is known for many stabbing casualties and a list of victims and followers.  The Yellow Scarves who had run amuck as they beat the innocent in their search for the Slasher.  The colorless Dollars who are so mysterious tha