anni_fiesta (anni_fiesta) wrote,

DURARARA!! Vol.8 last few pages.

Well, I guess I began to miss doing translations. So here's the segment that ties directly to the formation of the Orihara gang which we all loved in Vol.9. Hopefully as I find my time more manageable I'll be able to do more. 




Somewhere in Ikebukuro, the top floor of a tall apartment building


Yagiri Namie was shocked.

Her entire body winced, and the documents she held in her hands threatened to fall off.

As famous as she was for being a composed and cold woman back in her corporation days, she felt like she could shed a tear or two right now.

What she saw was a laptop computer on the desk, and a netbook placed next to it.

A man was typing away alternately between the keyboards of those computers.

The two screens displayed the same chatroom.

As she watched the man, who had logged himself in as "Chrome" on one computer and "Kanra" on the other, keep chatting on and on with himself - and humming a song on top of that - Namie was beginning to feel sympathy for the man in front of her eyes for the first time.

- I knew he was friendless, but…

- To think that he finally has to talk to himself in the chatroom…

She decided to pretend that she hadn't seen anything. Shaking her head, she turned her back, but -

Orihara Izaya - the man who was playing two roles at once in the chatroom - began to talk to her in a cheerful tone.

"Hahah. 'Look at that, this friendless guy is starting something weird.' Is that what you're thinking, Namie-san?"

"This is not weird. This is pathetic."

"Say whatever you will. Having multiple identities online is pretty convenient for manipulating how others see you as a person…yes."

Having said goodbyes using both handles before exitting the chatroom, he stood up as he closed his laptop.

"And I don't see how I should be called friendless. I love all the humans in the world, and think of all of them as my friends and lovers."

"That's just unilaterally forcing your love on others. Your way of thinking is like a stalker's."

"Really? You think you're the one to tell me off?"

Izaya shrugged. Namie asked with iciness in her eyes:

"What were you thinking anyway, renting such a huge place in Ikebukuro? This time you'll get killed by that bartender suit guy for real."

The moment the bartender suit was mentioned, Izaya's face fell. He recovered less than a second later, however, and began to explain in his own language:

"Well, I guess you can say that my goal of returning to this town is…to provide its teenagers in distress with lives free of peace."

"Huh?"

"Peace - it stops growth in people. Look at Shinra for an example. He felt secure thinking that if anything were to get him in trouble, Celty or Shizu-chan would eventually show up and help him somehow. That's why he didn't know what to do in that situation and ended up being sent to the hospital. But I've decided that, from now on,  I'm going to be tough even on my friends. Because that's what friends do, you know. So even if Shinra calls me saying that he's in the hospital, I'm simply going to say 'Huh, that so' and hang up on him."

"Tough on your friends? I think you're just being nasty. That aside, I doubt he's going to call someone like you in the first place."

Izaya ignored Namie's criticism in silence and edged closer to his desk. Looking around the room, he opened his mouth:

"Of course, I think of everyone in this room as my friend as well."

In this room - all kinds of human beings existed.

A girl was leaning onto the side of the bookshelf and staring at Izaya with eyes full of killing intent.

Several men and women were wearing "Dragon Zombie" leather jackets with skeleton prints.

A girl with black and shiny waist-length hair was smiling, her pupils a shade of red.

A huge man over 2 meters tall stood with bandages all over his body.

A skinny male with a broken leg was lying on the ground, apparently unconscious.

A skinhead who looked anything but a non-yakuza was standing next to the entrance.

Others also came with their idiosyncrasies. With different expressions on their faces, the males and females listened to Izaya talk.

In their midst, a man with burns on his face smirked malevolently and spoke to Izaya:

"I don't recall ever being friends with you, bastard... Here's what I want. I'm going to kill those bastards Yumasaki and Kadota, kill that Aoba, kill Kida Masaomi, and then finally when I've killed you as well, I'll call that a happy end."

"Stop that, Izumii."

Though reprimanded by Sharaku Mikage, who was standing next to him, Izumii Ran - the man with the burns - continued to mutter:

"Yeah...Yumasaki...that Yumasaki...that otaku bastard...I'm going to kill him for real...and burn that leering face whole like he burned mine... Haha...hahahahahaha, hahahahahah!"

As Izumii kept muttering and suddenly burst into laughter, the people around him simply looked on, each in their own way - Izaya, however, smiled at Izumii and opened his mouth:

"For someone with such a cute name* your way of thinking is as extreme as ever, Ran-kun. That's what's so human and great about you."

* Cute name: "Ran", meaning "orchid", also enjoys some level of popularity as a female name. A famous fictional bearer is Mouri Ran, the heroine of Detective Conan/Case Closed.

After a moment of silence, he said to every person in the room with outstretched arms:

"Welcome to Dollars. Dollars welcomes you all as equals."

Izaya turned again to the glass windows that made up the wall, looking deeply emotional as he watched the city of Ikebukuro laying itself bare outside. "May you be sniped," spat the girl standing in the shadow of the bookshelf. Izaya, however, ignored the cursing and held up the thing on his desk.

With one hand he tossed it straight up into the air as he would a basketball -

He caught it as it fell, holding it up as if to show it to the city of Ikebukuro.

"You miss it too, don't you? Being in this town, I mean."


Just like that, the man who made his return to Ikebukuro happily played with Celty's head in his palm -

Facing all the humans in the room, whom he loved so much, he smiled a refreshing smile.


"Anyway, as proof of our friendship...let's have some hotpot together, shall we?"



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