The clamor and crowd of Ikebukuro's streets were infamous in Tokyo, loud enough to drown out even someone's inner thoughts if they let themselves be drawn in to it, to the shouts of street vendors, the conversations of a thousand people, the electronic boom of advertisements and cinema screens. But as overwhelming as the casual visitor or tourist might find it, these streets, that noise, had been home for Celty Sturluson, dullahan, for twenty years now. If the blood in her veins flowed, perhaps she could say this city was inher blood at this point, a part of her as much as she was a part of it.
No one who lived in Ikebukuro these days didn't know about her, after all. Not anymore, not since that night amidst the Dollars and Yagiri's men where she'd found herself, (or had everyone found her?). Where she'd cut down the people who'd threatened the every day life she knew and enjoyed, found out the head she'd been chasing all this time may have looked like her, and claimed her name, but hadn't been hers at all. Even now though, despite knowing that it had been a false thing, she felt a twinge of an ache where a heart ought to rest in the cage of flesh that made up her supernatural body, headless and wreathed in shadows for clothing. That need in her, to seek a reunion with the head that had been taken from her may have turned in to something else, become more a need to control her own destiny, her own fate... but the emotions she'd felt that night, amidst the sound of galloping hooves- no, the spinning tires of her steed and her own cries to the moon above, remained in her memories.
So many things didn't remain in her memory, though, and Celty could only guess that up to hundreds of years, everything since whatever birth or inception that she had, were left in that head which had been severed from her body by the demon blade Saika. But even just looking down at the streets below from the roof of Sunshine 60... that was a new memory! Waking up every morning, that was a new memory. Every new job was a new memory, every new night was a new memory.
Hands wreathed in shadow reached up and removed the bright yellow and blue helmet from her shoulders, freeing the ethereal black smoke that usually simply pooled about behind a reflective visor. A normal human might scream or faint if they joined her on that roof, saw that sight... a woman astride a black bike at night with no headlights that ran but made no noise beyond the occasional neigh. A woman whose form ended at the top of her tight bike suit. Where a head should be, lips, ears, hair, nose, there was something nothing- only the wreathing darkness that slowly ebbed from her and in to the moonlight.
There was only silence on that roof, and all the noise, the cries of "50%, last day, last day!", "Sushi! Russian sushi! It's good!" below in a dull roar that threatened to swell and burst. And wasn't that fine? Without a head she could not speak, even if she could still communicate, and so silence was usually a norm around Celty. But even that silence could be interrupted. By a job- Izaya, the sound of smoke in an exhale- Shizuo, the sound of-
celty i'm home! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ Her PDA, and the small beep of a message- Shinra. If he were here, rather than already back at their apartment, he'd know she was smiling. Because he always knew, even if she had no face to display her emotions on. Fingers practiced in the motion quickly typed a reply before the device disappeared back up her sleeve, as she made to turn the bike and head home.
Home... this place was home, now. Ikebukuro was home, the apartment she shared with Shinra was home. From West to East Park, along the Yurakucho Line and the Yamanote, the Metropliton Expressway and even down below, in the roaring bustle of Sunshine Street. Twenty years, and she really did feel it there- that feeling. Home. Not even just the places, but the people in those places as well- Shinra, who had dissected her at four years old, to whom she had first been an elder sister, and then a love. Whom she loved, for loving her as she was. Shizuo. Simon. Even those that hadn't been a part of her life until recently. The Slasher. Dollars. The Yellow Scarves. Sonohara Anri. Ryuugamine Mikado. Kida Masaomi. The new generation in Ikebukuro, who she would watch- and perhaps watch over.
Ah... look at her. Even though she'd lived without a head for years, Celty still made to shake it at herself, a motion that sent black mist swirling about her shoulders, what was left of her neck with only darkness masking her interior. That was silly. Those kids... well. They'd be alright.
Looking up at the moon one last time before she left, looking without eyes, but able to see nonetheless... Celty entertained the comforting feeling that right now, right here, as well... things would be alright.
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Well I don't know about the light novels what with the book industry being as it is right now, but what I do know is that the manga was picked up by Yen Press and the first volume is due out next month.
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