The music was blaring everywhere and it was so loud you could hardly hear a single person speak. It echoed in the minds of everyone in the room, controlling their dance moves as their hips swayed back and forth to the sultry music. There was no speaking, only the bodies told .,stories of love and happiness. The world felt all right, like all the problems in the world were rushed away like waves crushing on a sandy beach. No one was here to start something, they were only here to let go all their troubles and let their minds be washed away by the bass of the stereo.
That was how it was supposed to be. There wasn't supposed to be any strings attached. It was just supposed to be a night for fun, a night to hook up and party. Yet two guys seemed inseparable as they swayed back and forth for what seemed like hours.
Izaya was just short enough that he would link his arms about Shizuo's neck perfectly. Shizuo's hands rested firmly on Izaya's tiny hips, his fingers curling around the defined curves of his body. They fit together like a puzzle, their bodies conforming to the other like they had waited for this moment their whole life.
Was their red string of fate finally untangled?
Maybe their fate was finally going to be intertwined.
How the two even came together, no one knew. It just happened. There was no logic to them. It all just made perfect sense. So when the music finally began to fade as morning came, they parted like they would never see each other again. They knew it was time. sTheir bodies were so tired, and they were done. The moment was gone. The night was over and the club was slowly dying down.
All the memories would forever be implanted in their minds, but would there ever be more to this?
Only the red string of fate knew.
Music kept fading away, singing the longing of two lovers forever trapped in a world of wonder.
"So tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?
All the time, all the time…"
It felt over, it felt complete. But something felt so very, very missing all at the same time.
"This is way too hard, 'cuz I know when the sun comes up I will leave
This is my last glance that will soon be memories…"
The minds of the two men kept echoing the same question.
"Can you be more than just a memory?"
Only the red string of fate knew.
A/N: So now begins random little things I write for the Shizaya fandom. Basically, it may get explicit, it may not. We'll see. (I'll put it on M just in case I do a little something something y'know.) Regarding this story…well it was inspired by the night I had. I feel really confused and I don't know. I hope you like it?