Title: Goodnight
Pairing: Shizaya
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.
Note: This story is not proofread yet. Keep in mind my English is not perfect and I would be grateful if anyone pointed out my mistakes so I can improve my writing. And hmn... Shizuo is basically crazy in this? So it's kind of ooc...? I have no idea-
Dirtied hands were quickly rubbed against the rough fabric of his blacks jeans. The cuts, red with blood and the beginning of an infection itched. They hurt. He was tired. Dirt was clinging to him like an ugly disease. The shovel he had started with had broke under the amount of force he had put on it. Now unusable, it had been thrown meters away in anger by the bleached blond male that every single person in this city knew. Heiwajima Shizuo.
He had dug as far as he could for about five feet. His usually polished shoes were dirtied. If that was not for the pained expression on his face, one would have thought that the former bartender was playing in the mud, like a four years old kid, worrying about finding an earthworm rather than a colony of ants because those ones were not able to entertain him enough to his likings.
He did not remember how long it took him to dig that far. Trembling hands had finally stopped digging after a long while. If anyone had walked by at that very moment, they would have seen a strongly scuplted bust stranding out from the ground.
Pulling himself out from the ground, Shizuo though that this was a dream, a nightmare even from a scary story he had read too late at night. Dripping wet with a sticky substance, nails obviously bloodied, his hands reached for the lifeless corpse, gently lifting it in his arms. It was too dark for him to clearly see that form he had once loved.
He had hoped in the hole once again and had attempted placing it as gently as he could. It was certainly not as comfortable as it should be but he had no other choice.
He could only sob as he covered the form with dirt. That barking puppy, the one that had always, always came back to him, the puppy he had came to love, the puppy he had loved for years was now no more.
He looked like he was sleeping. And as his body was covered again, now a mere thing below the earth and a tenant of the cemetery for eternity, Shizuo whispered something that was worthy of a bad drama movie.
"Goodnight, Izaya. It was fun while it lasted..."
What the platinum blond man had not seen through his tears had been the mouth trying to plea for him to stop, though, not making a single sound.