Durarara!!, Vol. 3 (Novel) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Ryohgo Narita
with powerful abdominal muscles. Sadly, I do not have well-trained abs, so there will be a bruise for quite some time, if not actual interior damage.”
Hope it hurts like hell.
If Celty had actually had teeth to grind, they would have been audible right now. She tried to imagine herself with a head, but the realization that the number one suspect in its theft was sitting behind her just made her depressed.
She slowed her speed through the back alleys, trying to find something else to think about, settling on the earlier gang of boys.
Because there were so many members of the Yellow Scarves, they were a threat if they wanted to be. At worst, they might pinpoint the location of the apartment where she lived with Shinra.
She knew that she could get by without being trailed all the way back, but their numbers were concerning. Celty couldn’t say for certain that one of them who happened to live nearby might not catch sight of her returning home by coincidence.
It’s weird, though
, Celty thought, noticing something about the Yellow Scarves.
They just picked a fight with Shizuo not too long ago…
Shizuo was the name of the friend who had flattened the previousgroup of boys a few weeks back. Celty consulted her memories of the more distant past.
The Yellow Scarves were not always such an aggressive bunch, she knew. They might squabble among other kids, but they didn’t seem to be the type to pick fights with older adults or go hunting for victims late at night.
Then again, the idiot in the gas mask is dressed like a perfect mark. Then again, I don’t have room to speak about unusual appearances, either. Huh? So does that mean a few weeks back…they were picking a fight with me, not Shizuo?
If that was the case, she owed Shizuo an apology for getting him involved. But there was something else eating away at her.
She was remembering what one of the members of that group had shouted:
“Listen up, I’m over twenty!”
Before, the Yellow Scarves were just middle schoolers… They should be in high school at the most by now. I didn’t think they would be pulling older people into their group…
While this did bother her, the apartment building was within sight, so her thought process hastily wrapped the issue up.
Then again, strange things happen with large enough gatherings. They’re not necessarily representative of the whole. Ha-ha! Just like us.
The organization that she herself was aligned with suddenly passed through her mind. She trembled slightly with a silent chuckle.
The Dollars aren’t much different.
The motorcycle bearing shadows white and black passed into the building’s underground parking lot unseen. The night moved onward in Ikebukuro.
Though she herself was an extremely abnormal being, her very normal life quietly vanished into the darkness.
But the disquiet of that question remained upon her heart.
Chat room
{I’m seeing more people in yellow around town these days.}
[Yellow?]
[Oh, you mean the Yellow Scarves?]
[They do seem to be on the rise.]
[Yes, well…they’ve been around for years.]
[But…I don’t know, something’s changed with them recently.]
{Changed?}
[I don’t know how to describe it. They’re not like the old Yellow Scarves… They seem to be going in a different direction.]
[It feels like they’re more violent than they used to be.]
{You seem to know your stuff, Setton.}
{Do you happen to know someone in the group?}
[Oh no, that’s not the case.]
—SAIKA HAS ENTERED THE CHAT—
{Oh! Good evening, Saika.}
[Evenin’.]
|good evening. um, sorry|
{Why are you apologizing? lol}
Hope it hurts like hell.
If Celty had actually had teeth to grind, they would have been audible right now. She tried to imagine herself with a head, but the realization that the number one suspect in its theft was sitting behind her just made her depressed.
She slowed her speed through the back alleys, trying to find something else to think about, settling on the earlier gang of boys.
Because there were so many members of the Yellow Scarves, they were a threat if they wanted to be. At worst, they might pinpoint the location of the apartment where she lived with Shinra.
She knew that she could get by without being trailed all the way back, but their numbers were concerning. Celty couldn’t say for certain that one of them who happened to live nearby might not catch sight of her returning home by coincidence.
It’s weird, though
, Celty thought, noticing something about the Yellow Scarves.
They just picked a fight with Shizuo not too long ago…
Shizuo was the name of the friend who had flattened the previousgroup of boys a few weeks back. Celty consulted her memories of the more distant past.
The Yellow Scarves were not always such an aggressive bunch, she knew. They might squabble among other kids, but they didn’t seem to be the type to pick fights with older adults or go hunting for victims late at night.
Then again, the idiot in the gas mask is dressed like a perfect mark. Then again, I don’t have room to speak about unusual appearances, either. Huh? So does that mean a few weeks back…they were picking a fight with me, not Shizuo?
If that was the case, she owed Shizuo an apology for getting him involved. But there was something else eating away at her.
She was remembering what one of the members of that group had shouted:
“Listen up, I’m over twenty!”
Before, the Yellow Scarves were just middle schoolers… They should be in high school at the most by now. I didn’t think they would be pulling older people into their group…
While this did bother her, the apartment building was within sight, so her thought process hastily wrapped the issue up.
Then again, strange things happen with large enough gatherings. They’re not necessarily representative of the whole. Ha-ha! Just like us.
The organization that she herself was aligned with suddenly passed through her mind. She trembled slightly with a silent chuckle.
The Dollars aren’t much different.
The motorcycle bearing shadows white and black passed into the building’s underground parking lot unseen. The night moved onward in Ikebukuro.
Though she herself was an extremely abnormal being, her very normal life quietly vanished into the darkness.
But the disquiet of that question remained upon her heart.
Chat room
{I’m seeing more people in yellow around town these days.}
[Yellow?]
[Oh, you mean the Yellow Scarves?]
[They do seem to be on the rise.]
[Yes, well…they’ve been around for years.]
[But…I don’t know, something’s changed with them recently.]
{Changed?}
[I don’t know how to describe it. They’re not like the old Yellow Scarves… They seem to be going in a different direction.]
[It feels like they’re more violent than they used to be.]
{You seem to know your stuff, Setton.}
{Do you happen to know someone in the group?}
[Oh no, that’s not the case.]
—SAIKA HAS ENTERED THE CHAT—
{Oh! Good evening, Saika.}
[Evenin’.]
|good evening. um, sorry|
{Why are you apologizing? lol}
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