Frail Words Collapse was a fail. So yeah. DRRR!! Rp time. >w>''

 

Shizaya, aka ShizuoxIzaya from the anime Durarara!! is definitely a favorite of mine. They hate each other, but fangirls will warp a burning hatred into a burning passion. So, without further ado, let's ROCK THIS THING...KINDA. MAYBE.

 

Zexion/Ienzo, commence first post.

((Dammit Switchfoot! The Dare You To Move chorus played just as I read that last line and tears have ensued T-T))

 

That sincerity in his voice...it made him hesitate. But he didn't dare to move and turn to look at Izaya. Mostly because he was scared to see what he would be met with. But the faceless people occasionally glancing at them were better to look at then someone who actually meant something to him. Especially with the small whispers Izaya had spoken.

 

"...Why? I'm going to eventually Izaya, nothing can change that."

((This is where your signature comes in.))

 

Without thinking, Izaya lunged forward, burying his nose in his shoulder, his arms wrapped around his torso. "Please... I-I... Want you to stay with me...!" He refused to believe that Shizuo would die. He refused to believe that he'd be thrusted back into the loneliness he was in before they met. Even if they 'hated' each other, and even if they'd fight 99% of the time... He wanted Shizuo to stay with him... To love him. He just didn't see how that was possible when Shizuo is going to die in 7 days.

((My God you enjoy throwing me into sadness with your perfect visuals don't you?))

 

Shizuo's brown eyes widened as he was embraced, Izaya's frail arms locking him into place. But even if those weren't there he didn't think he would be able to move. He was so paralyzed with shock that he didn't really comprehend what the male had mumbled into his shoulder. Had he actually heard that correctly?

 

He...wants me to stay with him?

 

His throat clenched and he found it hard to swallow as salty liquid threatened to fall from his wide eyes. Izaya wanted him to stay...This is why he didn't want to tell him. Because now he knew something he would have rather died not knowing.

 

"Seven days, Izaya. How the hell do you expect me to stay with you?" He asked, voice a mere whisper, ignoring the gossip going around as people spotted the raven haired teen with his arms locked around his said enemy.

"I'll..." He paused for a second, wondering if he should really say this. "I'll go with you..." His soft weeping turned into a fit of laughter as he explained what he was going to do. "If you die... I want to die too!" The laughing abruptly stopped and he let himself cry some more, coming back to reality. "...I just... I think I might... Love you... So..."

 

((Yes. Yes I do. And now I really really want a dark chocolate kitkat. They're firetrucking delicious.))

(( That's funny because I just went to CVS and got some and am eating them ^^'))

 

Shizuo felt slightly amused in a dark, pathetic kind of way, at the idea of Izaya dying to be with him. It's funny how he believed in that and not God. While Shizuo went to Heaven or Hell Izaya would be held in Purgatory. Unless he was shown sympathy...Regardless, the words touched him and made the pain of leaving only worse. But it was the tears and the next words said that threw him off and made his breath hitch painfully.

 

He loved him. Izaya loved him and he only was told now as he had seven days to live?!

 

"Y-you idiot..." He murmured softly.

"I'm not an idiot," Izaya murmered sadly, his grip growing tighter, almost urging him not to go. "I know what I'm saying." With that, he dropped his arms, spinning Shizuo around. He wanted to say it to his face. At least before it was his time to go. "I do love you..."

((Excuse me while I go cry my eyes out over fictional characters.))

 

Combined with the look in the male's eyes and how honest he was being, Shizuo felt the need to chuckle. But the need to shake him and tell him to just forget he ever existed overwhelmed him. But as a result he grabbed the collar of Izaya's shirt and pulled him into a tight embrace, his arms wrapped around his shoulders and nose nuzzling against the silky black strands of hair.

 

"You are an idiot. For telling me so late." He repeated, shaking with the effort to not hold him tighter and closer in the fear of getting to close. He didn't want to attach himself completely afterall...

"I'm sorry..." He muttered, accepting the embrace and nuzzling him gently. "I want to make the most of it if we only have seven days, so," He softened his voice a little bit, so none of the surrounding citizens could hear. Though he knew they'd find out in a second. "Kiss me."

Shizuo swallowed, lifting his head to look at Izaya, finding he was serious. He really wanted him to kiss him. Biting his lip and closing his eyes, the blond lifted Izaya's chin, gently pressin their lips together, electric shooting down his spine. He ignored the gasp of people around them, focusing only on how soft and tender their kiss was. How much he really loved Izaya. This moment right now...he wished would last forever.

He linked his arms around his neck without hesitation, deepening their kiss dramatically. And he agreed. He wanted to keep kissing him until Shizuo kicked the bucket, however he knew all too well that he couldn't. But he wanted to spend as much time as he could with him. And when the time came...

Shizuo wrapped his arms around Izaya's waist, enjoying the kiss more then he should have and eventually got lost in it, his mouth fitting perfectly against the other male's. He would have never thought to be kissing his so called enemy of the same gender but he was and he wouldn't have it any other way. Even though his limit was saying otherwise. Finally he broke apart after just a few seconds, much more in need of air than he usually would have. I irritating to say the least, to cough, but when he was done he settled for another firm hug.

 

"What will you do when I...y'know..?"

"I already told you, didn't I? If you die, I wanna die too." He stated bluntly, lovingly holding onto him back. Izaya didn't see the point in living if he could be with Shizuo, so he figured he'd just end it after he died. "So that's what I plan to do."

Shizuo frowned, his grip on Izaya tightening just slightly. That's not what he wanted. He didn't want Izaya to end himself after this was over...He wanted him to live, to have a family, to keep his job and to just live. He was only 23, there's no reason. Shizuo didn't feel he had that much of an effect on the younger male.

 

"You better promise you'll do the opposite and live. Youre not throwing your life away because of me. Even if I have to get Shinra and Celty to watch you at all times you better. Not. Kill yourself.

Izaya paused. He wanted to be with him all the time; to not be seperated from him at any costs. But...if it's what he wanted, he'd do it. Izaya would do anything to make Shizuo happy, even if it meant doing what he didn't want to do. "Okay..." He agreed, with the face of someone truly happy.

Shizuo ran his fingers gently across Izaya's face before giving the briefest of smiles. At least...at least he wouldn't be alone. He strongly hoped that Izaya was there to help him die--no, scratch that. He wouldn't want that. He wouldn't want Izaya to be pained that much less he actually did kill himself. He leaned down, resting his forhead on Izaya's shoulder, holding him loosely.

 

"I love you."

 

((Time Skip?))

((Yes. To when Shizuo dies/is about to die?))

((*nodnod* Yep. AH PERFECT firetruckING SONG JUST CAME ON! Dammit Avril!))

 

Shizuo gasped, leaning against the door to his apartment, his weight Delong heavier and heavier upon him. His throat swelled and was parched, the breathing tune in his throat seeming to shrink even though he knew that wasn't the case. In fact, it was no where close. When Shinra told him about his death hennever imagined it'd be this painful or full of agonizing. He reached for the phone in his pocket, his breath coming out in gasps as he dialed Izaya's number. He couldn't go yet. He still needed to say his goodbye to Izaya...He scrolle through the contacts with a trembling hand, sliding sideways to linger on the wall just incase someone was trying to open the door. Incase someone was coming to help.

"Shizuo?" Izaya sounded shaky. He knew that it had been seven days, and Shizuo was meant to die today. He didn't want him to go... Not yet. But if this call was what he thought it was, then he'd have to be strong because it'd be the final time they'd speak to each other.

Shizuo did his best to hold and restrain his gasps and coughs, desperate for air, and smiled the best he could even though Izaya could never see it. He was just glad to hear his voice before he left.

 

"I-Izaya..! Wh-where are you?" He asked, voice hoarse and slowly losing it's volume. So this was dying huh? He was right to make Izaya promise not to end his own life. This pain hurt more then he could ever imagine. But he wasn't going to focus on that, he was going to focus on his lover on the end. Even though he wasn't here.

"Ikebukuro... Are you going to...?" His voice trailed off and he let Shizuo's imagination cover the rest. Are you going to die? Izaya bit his lip, already starting for where he was, wanting to be at his side during his final breath. After all, he was only about a block or two away and he'd be there in a matter of minutes.

Shizuo nodded, a bit breathless, giving a weak chuckle.

 

"L-looks like it." He replied, ignoring how his heart weighed down heavier and heavier. It was only a matter of time now. "That or I'm having one hell of an asthma attack." He choked, trying to keep this as light-heartedly as possible. He didn't want to see or hear Izaya upset. The sight might just ruin him. He decided he might as well get to the point of his call, using a serious voice, his eyes half-lidded as just for a moment he was at piece.

 

"I-Izaya, I--" An eruption of coughs caught him off guard making him spasm violently and drop the phone, the cheap flip phone shutting regrettably as he slumped down to a sitting position against the wall. "D-Damn..."

He didn't have to say whatever he was going to say over the phone. Telling him personally was much better... And it'd make Izaya more at ease if he did so. In a matter of seconds after he dropped the phone, Izaya was there, by his side, kneeling down next to him. "Shizuo... I'm here."

The blond raised his head gently, the occasional shudder runnin through him as his breath began to leave him, coming out only in soft puffs and gasps.

 

"Izaya..." He raised his hand to gently carress his cheek, swallowin the best he could, he was never happier to see him then now as he died. He would miss holding him and kissing him. And he hoped that night they had spent together just two days before making love would forever be treasured. Because he had it safe in his memory, he always would. He'd always love Izaya, even after death. Because he could never forget him even in Heaven.

 

"You know I would have done whatever I could have to m-make up all those wasted years hating you, b-but it looks like this'll have to do." He mumbled, pulling Izaya into a tender hug.

 

"I love you, you know. Don't...forget it Izaya..." He whispered, feeling his lungs give up. This was it.

((I cried so hard that I actually did that "UHHUUUU~ UUUUUUUU UHUHUHUHUUUUU" thing people do when they're crying hysterically...Like the witch from L4D.))

 

He held his hand during the last moments of his life, thinking that this was over way too soon... They had just began to love each other and it was already too late. Stroking the back of his hand comfortingly, he gave him that soft gaze he had given him the day he confessed. "I love you too, Shizuo... With everything I have in me." This Is Goodbye...

((Same here! Your reply though is what really hit the spot with me just bursting into tears. Thank God my dad isn't home, this would be so awkward...*sniff*))

 

Shizuo gave a final smile, a few tears slipping down as he felt that last minute of regret, the regret of never telling him that Izaya meant the World to him, but he had one last dying breath to use and so many things to say. There just wasn't enough time. This was all one day too late. If only he had said everything he had wanted earlier. Guess this is what they call yor dying regret. So for his last breath he pulled Izaya close, whispering tenderly into his ear.

 

"I wish I could stay to tell you everything, I wish I could always be with you, my World. Izaya, I always loved you and I fell in love from the firs time I saw you. You're my...everything." Shizuo finished, barely getting it out before falling silently, his brown eyes overflowing with dead tears as they dimmed, remaining open.

 

He was gone.

 

((I can't stop crying. I need a twitpic of my reaction.))