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.

Izaya was smiling down on him, even in his final moments. He made sure to close Shizuo's eyes before saying what he wanted to say... Even though he knew Shizuo wouldn't be able to hear it. "Thank you... That's just what I wanted to hear from you ever since we first met... You don't know..." He trailed off a little, the crying beginning to ensue. "...How long I've waited..." He tried to stop himself from weeping, but couldn't. He took out his phone, still looking down at Shizuo's dead body and called the one person he needed to.

 

"Shinra? ....It's Izaya. He's gone."

 

(( Mfw: ( ??,_??)))

((Oh God I can't stop now, Izaya's reaction, everytime I read it I just burst into tears ;_; Sh-should I be Shinra?))

((Wut? I was gonna timeskip since Shinra wasn't a big character in this. I wanted to skip to his funeral or something.))

((Timeskip works, go ahead. I apologize for any typos I stiflfl can't see te scree fcleary.))

((I will, then. A few weeks later, at his funeral.))

 

There wasn't exactly a funeral for his rememberance. Instead, only Izaya went. It was raining; pelting, even. But he didn't care. All he cared about was being at his grave, his name and lifespan carved on it. "...Why couldn't it have been me?" He asked himself, his voice and tears hidden by the rain. He knelt down in the mud, uncaring if his clothes got dirty and smiling softly down at the tender earth where he had been laid to rest. "No matter," He sighed.

 

"I promise to raise him well."

 

((You should be able to understand what I meant by that.))

((By the way, if you ever start to re-read this ARC I suggest listening to Empty Place Beside Me by Andrea Wellard, made me cry even more...))

((Izaya is pregnant?! Oh God now I sound worse than the Witch crying in L4D!))

((Or Sous Une Pluie D'etoiles by Cindy Daniel. Foreign song, but it fits so well. Can you start the new ARC while I take my shower? ))

((Sure, just realize that we are still going withthe pattern. It's ANOTHER angst. God save us...))

((Okay, here I go~))

 

The sun shone bright in the blue sky of Ikebukuro, not a single cloud in the sky. Birds tackled playfully with the taunting wind, and trees shyed themselves away from the soft touch. Everyone was out having a good time, in the park, swimming or talking with friends. Everyone except Shizuo Heiwajima who was deep in though of the information he had been given moments ago from Celty regarding a certain information broker. Oh decisions, decisions.

Izaya, on the other hand, was enjoying his day to the fullest, trying not to think so hard or to waste his day in any way, shape, or form. Which is why he stayed out of Ikebukuro for the past few days and remained in Shinjuku where he belonged. But, regardless, things were peaceful without Shizuo harassing him with signs or yelling or anything.

Shizuo remembered his conversation, with Celty via text and the questioned he asked. Such as: did you tell him? Will he react oddly? And of course: What do you mean I have to tell him?! Oh yes, Shizuo been irritated about finding this out and then even more so that he now had to spend his day off tracking the runt to warn him that at 3:00 pm he's going to hunted. Someone, one of his past victims to seeking information on decided to hire a trained shooter to stalk Izaya and shoot him down. And the idiot didn't even know it. Growling and lighting a cigarette, Shizuo flipped open his phone and dialed tha despicable flea's number.

((Prepare for the most awkward greeting ever.))

 

"Hello, Izaya's dungeon of love, how can I help you?" He answered, reclining back on his couch and shoveling another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth and waiting for a reply.

(( Oh God the visual~!))

 

Shizuo deadpanned, really regretting his decision to call the younger male. I mean seriously?! Who the he'll answers the phone that way. The blond shuddered in disgust, seriously hoping Izaya wasn't expecting a call.

 

"Oh I'm sorry, wrong number. I was trying to call Izaya Orihara, not the Skank Lair thank you." He sarcastically remarked, ignoring the stares he got.

((It's better than saying "greetings" or "YELLO" dont'cha think? Personally, I hate it when people do that.))

 

"That's mean... And it's new of you to call me. I didn't even know you had my number~ What a pleasant surprise~" Izaya remarked, a creepy lilt running through his voice. That wasn't anything new, though.

Shizuo shivered, trying to contain the urge to snap his phone the best way possible.

 

"Celty gave it to me actually. I just called to warn you." He said sternly, trying to keep this as business like as possible. No need to give Izaya ideas that he cared...

"Awww~ That's so sweet of you~" He teased, getting back to the matter at hand. "But warn me about what~?" He asked curiously, eating yet another load of ice cream and sighing in delight.

"Someone's stalking you. Right here. Right now. And they're waiting for 3:00 to come around and shoot you senseless. We don't know what direction but Celty heard it from Shinra and they were worried." He said bluntly, getting it over with. He didn't wish to hold out a long conversation, less Izaya get on his nerves. Or he got concerned. But that wouldn't happen. He WAS Shizuo Heiwajima afterall.

He blinked, in disbelief to say the least. "Stalking me? Do you know who it is?" He asked, looking around, through every window and space he had. There was no one. He then took a glance at the clock. 2:14. Shit... Yatte. (Not good.)

"Pther then it's a victim to one of your clients you gave information out to, no. I have no clue who it is. Just...watch your back." Shizuo muttered, a light blush on his cheeks as he looked awkwardly away, thanking the gods he was on the phone, not speaking face to face. So maybe he was concerned about him...but not entirely!

"Hm~ It almost sounds like you're worried about me... Why is that?" He asked, forgetting about the assassin momentarily. He had 45 minutes to brace himself. That was enough time.

 

((BRB I'm gonna iron my hair. It'll take about 15-20 min AT MOST so I won't be on Twitter or here until I'm done.))

"I'm not worried flea, don't compliemtn yourself. I'm coming over there by the way so try not to be annoying." He said as lazily as he could before snapping the phone shut. Wait...why had he just said that? Shizuo blinked, clearly puzzled and annoyed at himself. He hadn't wanted to go over there, so why say it? Why act like he cared? God him and his mouth sometimes...

((Now I'm doing my hair. Lol.))

 

Before Izaya could make an annoying comeback, Shizuo hung up. Even though he had closed his phone, he continued to speak, confused at what he had just said. "Why would you come over here anyways, stupid?" He asked rhetorically, finishing up his ice cream.

In a matter of minutes, Shizuo was at Izaya's office, pacing outside the door with the silver plaque saying: Izaya Orihara. He sighed, knocking lightly. As he waited he checked the clock above the door. 2:30. Thirty minutes until Izayanmet his suppose doom. How depressing, he mused, glancing around. It was true, how do you live knowing someone is out to shoot you in a half hour?

Izaya knew he was there, outside his door this very second. So, without further ado, he opened it, looking extremely happy for someone who'd supposedly die in about 30 minutes. "Shizu-chaaan~"