Durarara!!, Vol. 3 (Novel) Read Free Page A

next over and over and over. He focused only on leaving, not on the content of the words.
    “After all, it’s already decided. Which is why I don’t mind at all if you fall in love with other girls. Because in the very, very end, you’ll still love me more than them.”
    Saki knew full well that Masaomi wasn’t listening. She spoke the words to the empty room.
    They were meant for herself more than him.
    “So until that moment arrives, you need to love many, many girls, Masaomi.”
    So many words, right into the wheelchair at the side of her bed.
    “So many, you might forget about me. I don’t want you to keep yourself from being happy, just because you’re worried about me. Instead, I want you to go out with all kinds of girls, have many romances, learn to love and be loved, until you forget all about me.”
    So many, many words.
    “Since in the end, you’ll still come back to me, you know. And for all the mountains of love you built with other people over the years, your love for me will stand even higher, higher, higher. It will happen—it will happen without a doubt. After all…”
    Saki’s paradoxical words spilled into the void.
    Her smile stayed in place, reaching nothing but the empty room.
    Without end.
    “That’s what Izaya said.”
    She smiled and smiled.
    Without end.



Chapter 2: That Was Indeed a Monster.
    In a city where even the night is brimming with light, there is a monster.
    (Yes, a monster that was indeed a monster.)
    Another member of the city wandered in the darkness tonight, soon to be gripped by the fear of that creature.

    Ikebukuro
    As she straddled the headlightless motorcycle, she was certain that she was being followed.
    Her bike’s engine made no sound.
    And yet, she was easily traveling over thirty-five miles an hour. That alone made her an eerie sight, but even through her helmet, she could sense the shadow closing in on her.
    She didn’t have to look into her side mirror. She could
sense
her surroundings through her back.
    It’s the police.
    Her grip on the handlebars relaxed as the shadow wafted within her helmet.
    There was no need for undue fear as long as she understood what she was facing, that it wasn’t some unexplained menace. Of course, to people unfamiliar with the process, being pursued by the police
was
an inexplicable and menacing experience—but to Celty Sturluson, it was an encounter with which she was somewhat familiar.
    She took care to follow traffic safety laws in all cases outside of an emergency, but there was no hiding the lack of a license plate and lights. She couldn’t possibly pay a ticket if she got pulled over. Celty didn’t even have a driver’s license, so getting arrested would lead to a chain reaction of ugly consequences.
    A self-deprecating smile flitted across Celty’s mind.
    Breaking the law or not, if I get caught, I’ve got bigger problems.
    She silently focused her consciousness on the multiple squad bikes approaching her from the rear.
    It’s not like the law of Japan can do anything with me once they’ve got me.
    Oblivious to Celty’s confidence, the police motorcycles picked up speed bit by bit, approaching her rear quietly but surely.
    Then, I guess I need to give them a show.
    She sped up, daring them to react, pulling the black bike into a wide parking lot on the side of the road.
    To convince them that this is pointless.
    The cops closed in, four in all. It was a bit much just to stop one motorcycle, but apparently even that wasn’t enough—one of the officers was using his radio to call for more backup.
    You need to learn that the very idea of catching me is futile.
    At her back was the wall of a building and a fence of inorganic color.
    At her feet, cracked asphalt and white lines demarcating parking spaces.
    Overhead, the faded, blurred moonlight dimmed by the surrounding neon.
    With the surroundings just right, Celty was now ready to reveal her true nature.
    She took off her helmet to show them.
    The motorcycle