It has been two months... I'm still ajusting, I keep hoping to see that smug ass grin on his face, the cynical laughter in my ear, but thats not gonna happen, his sisters thought it my fault at first, but Shinra convinced them otherwise, turns out he had the condition since highschool, the guy knew he was gonna die...
"Ne, Shizu-chan! Would you miss me if I were to die tomorrow?" Thats all I get out of him during our last chase together, the question shocks me, and sends a pain to my chest, I've no idea what the pain is, but I didn't like it, at all. So instead I reach for a trash can and throw it at him. He laughs and dodges, but his movements have slowed. He takes off, laughing his ass off. A few days later I get a call from Shinra, Izaya wishes to speak to me.
I walk quickly, muttering to myself, "I bet the flea wants to mess with me or something," I had no idea the truth would hurt me so much... I arrive at Shinras, and knock the door, a glare set on my face, untill Shinras sombre face greats me in the doorway, he looks as though he has been crying, but he'd never admit it, "What happened Shinra? Celty say she hates you or something?" I laugh a little at my joke, he shakes his head, and lets me in.
He leads me to a small hospital like room, and lying on the bed, is the flea, the bane of my existance... Asleep, or at least he looks asleep, I roll my eyes, thinking any moment now he'll wake up or something, and cut me with that stupid blade of his.
"He wanted to tell you in person, but said that if he didn't see you before he went, I could do it,"
Shinra walks over to the little table next to the bed, and takes Izayas blade from it, his most treasured possesion, he never leaves that Shinju-ku apartment without it, so whys Shinra taking it? It hasn't registered that something has happened to the flea...
"I've known about Izayas condition since middle school, but he was only told about how long he had left during our last year and..." Shinra starts making these choking noises. Celty comes into the room to comfort her lover, tapping on her PDA as she does so.
[He's been sick for a long time, The chases were his way of dealing with his illness.] I blink, not fully understanding, [He passed away about an hour ago.. He was staying here to rest,] I feel a stinging in my eyes, tears I never thought I'd have for the bastard threatening to spill.
I walk over to the side of the bed, "What was it he wanted to say?" It's too much, I have to know.
"He loved you Shizuo-kun, you made him happy when he was dying," My face heats up. A blush forms on my face, of all people, it was the flea who'd ended up loving me, the way I'd always wanted to be.
Shinra walks over to my side and holds out Izayas small silver switchblade, "And he wanted you to have this too, as a reminder of him," I take it, and stare at the peaceful look on Izaya's now stone cold face, eyes closed, never to open again...
Two months have passed since that day, and his blade is still where I put it, the pocket close to my chest over my heart, a constant reminder of at least one person I made happy before they left me for good.
Whether it's possible or not, I guess I am unpredictable, trust me to fall for my enemy, after he has died.
I guess I can say, I never wanted him dead, not really...