Durarara!!, Vol. 3 (Novel) Read Online Free PDF

in!”
    “You got a lot to answer for, punk. Yeah?!”
    “How you gonna pay for what that bartender did to us?”
    Are these the guys who…?
    And then Celty remembered.
    Several weeks earlier, on the evening of the great mass slashing called the “Night of the Ripper,” the friend she’d been escorting on her motorcycle had flattened a group of the Yellow Scarves who had dared to stare him down.
    She didn’t recall the faces of the people he punched, but based on the way they were screaming, these had to be the same boys.
    Oh, geez.
    Celty pulled her PDA from her waist, hoping to find some way to explain the situation to the angry gang, except—
    “What you doin’ with that? You think this is a joke? Huh?”
    One of them smacked her hand, sending the not-inexpensive PDA clattering to the asphalt.
    The next instant, the shadow seeping from Celty’s body instantly spread throughout the area, clinging to the boys’ feet.
    “Whua?!”
    “Wh-what is this shit?!”
    “H-hyaa!”
    The boys screamed, stumbled, and fell as their legs were caught by the sudden appearance of the black, ropy shadows, quick as snakes and sticky as leeches.
    Meanwhile, Celty retrieved her PDA. Once she was sure the crystal screen still worked, she calmed down a bit.
    Good, it’s not broken.
    She clutched the PDA Shinra had given her as a present and turnedback, done playing around. She was about to grab Shingen’s hand and drag him away from the scene, when…



“Hey, you! Black Rider! What’s the big idea—?”
    “Yah.”
    “Guh?!”
    —?!
    Shingen, who was standing right behind the young man who’d boasted that he was over twenty, swung his briefcase down on the back of the punk’s head. It was a tremendous, centrifugal arc with arms at full extension.
    The sound it made was much lighter than Celty expected, but the man crumpled to the ground anyway, eyes rolled back and blood trailing from his head.
    While everyone else was stunned into silence, Shingen glared down at his fallen victim imposingly.
    “See that…? That’s…how a grown man fights.”
    What in the world are you doing, you clown?!
    Celty could sense that they were attracting more attention from the surrounding area, so she grabbed Shingen’s hand and practically dragged him away toward her trusty black bike.
    “Just a moment, Celty. There are three more of them left.”
    “Shut up,”
she typed briefly into the PDA before tucking it back away.
    The motorcycle silently ran up to the corner of the Metropolitan Theatre, but then she remembered that there was a police station on the other side and quickly wheeled into a U-turn.
    The fear she felt earlier in the evening returned, shivering up her back.
    “Oh…did you just shiver, Celty? Was it a shiver in response to a sensation of cold? A mental reaction? The workings of some sensory apparatus unfamiliar to humanity? How fascinating. You’ll have to allow me to dissect you agai—
Gwffh!!
”
    She planted her knee in his back and hung her helmet.
    He’s just like Shinra, but…I simply can’t find it in me to like him…

    “You saved me, Celty. Not only that, you helped me teach the leaders of tomorrow a harsh lesson about life, at the mere price of screaming pain in my serratus posterior inferior and abdominal oblique.”
    Shingen was rubbing his ribs with one hand while he clung to Celty’s back with the other.
    The contrast of pure white and black atop the dark motorcycle was striking in the back alleys. They would stick out like nothing else on the main roads, and if they were caught, they’d likely be charged with excessive force in self-defense.
    With her boyfriend’s father—the very man responsible for that excessive force—seated behind her, she could do nothing but pray that the squad of police motorcycles wouldn’t spot them.
    Meanwhile, Shingen continued chattering away into his gas mask. “The thing about that attack is, it wouldn’t really work against a proper fighter—a boxer, say,