GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM THE GRAVE?! *party streamers* Yes, I've been on a 2 hiatus. Yes, I do feel guilty. But sadly, no I won't be going as consistently as what I had originally planned. I find that being able to maintain my activity is a bit hard, especially when you don't have a muse for writing. I apologize for the inconsistency but know that this is a wonderful site and whenever I have a new fanfic, this will be the first place to know about it. ^_^
Anyways MAJOR MAJOR THANKS and and credits to sorahime345. She inspired me to create this fic with her story "White Resonance" which is really good and you ought to check it out. :) She gave me her approval to make a fic based on her work and I am in NO WAY claiming the idea/plot to be mine completely.
Final disclaimer: I do not own Durarara, the characters, the music mentioned, and now on to the story!
A lot of things changed after the incident. After his mother was laid to rest he got a beating from his father. It didn't exactly hurt him as his strength allowed him to endure an extent of pain, but after his father had enough he crumbled into tears and declared, "You are not my son!"
His father rarely stayed at home and was always out to work. It was mostly so he could provide for Kasuka but he gave just the right amount of finances in concern of Shizuo so as not to let suspicions rise. But Shizuo and Kasuka knew better. Not once has Shizuo let his fingers touch the piano ever since.
"IIIIIIIIIZZZAAAAAAAYYYYAAAAA!" That roar could only mean one thing for the inhabitants of Ikebukuro: if you want to live, stay out of the damn way!
It was the usual scenario in Ikebukuro, people would be minding their own business, suddenly a certain blond bartender sniffs out an annoying flea –as he called the informant- and pretty soon trash cans, vending machines and street signs were sent flying through the sky. The bartender –Shizuo- and the informant flea –Izaya- would wreak havoc upon the city, leaving a trail of destruction as the result of their chases. Ke¥sa might as well be the background music because everywhere people be yelling, "TIMBER!"
"DAMN FLEA I TOLD YOU NEVER TO SHOW YOUR FACE HERE!" Shizuo yelled as he hurled the vending machine at him.
"Ne, Shizu-chan you can't expect me to stay away from this lovely city.~ I get all my best customers from here."
"I DON'T FUCKING CARE! GET OUT!" It wouldn't be complete without Izaya's knives flying everywhere and though Shizuo manages to evade every single one of them he'd still have no clue as to where they may end up. At one point though after making a sharp turn, Izaya saw an opportunity and took it. When Shizuo ran into the mark, Izaya threw his knives cutting the cables of a heavy lifting machine. This would no doubt delay Shizuo and so Izaya made a run for it.
The heavy object being lifted fell but Shizuo caught it. Just as he was about to hurl it he stopped dead in his tracks and realized that what he was holding was a black upright piano. He stared at it for a moment then put it down gently on the side walk.
"Eh? Shizu-chan didn't throw it at me?" Izaya said noticing the blond had stopped in his tracks. "He left the piano unscathed..." As he watched from afar, he took note of Shizuo's calm yet somewhat melancholic eyes staring at the piano. He turned around and walked away. Izaya cocked his head to the side, pouting a bit and then he smirked.
"Unpredictable as always, ne Shizu-chan? Let's see what this is all about."
The next few days, were a bit...strange. It was strange by Ikebukuro's standards, at least. Shizuo was a lot calmer. He wasn't quick to lash out on people as he used to (unless they were about to harm someone near him) and he wasn't quick to fight with gangs. Rather he'd flee the scene and resume whatever task was at hand. Tom and many others were surprised, but were nonetheless happy to see Shizuo was relaxed. Not even Izaya's constant pestering or sudden appearance could get Shizuo to move and chase after him.
"What's the matter, Shizu-chan? Getting tired already?~ You'd think a monster with your strength had inexhaustible power and stamina' Izaya taunted.
Shizuo took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled. "I'm not in the mood, flea."
"Oh really now? Could it be that the monster has been domesticated? That quickly?~"
Shizuo looked at him coolly and replied, "What's it matter to you, flea? I don't feel like it and if you want someone to mess with and chase you –hopefully- to your death, go mess with the Russian guys from before. Or better yet go mess with the yakuza." After that, he just turned around and left. "Excuse me, I still have a crap ton of work left to do."
Izaya narrowed his eyes at this. He was clearly not amused to be denied the pleasure of ruining someone's day.
"If that's how you want it done, so be it." Izaya walked to Russian Sushi and ordered his meal to go. This new behaviour of abstinence and keeping his composure together definitely peaked Izaya's interest as Shizuo never predictable. He decided it was time to investigate.
Izaya hardly had any work to do the next day so he decided that he would just take a break first. He let Namie off early (much to her surprise yet enjoyment), visited his sisters (who were more than happy they had someone to mooch money off from) and when evening rolled in he followed Shizuo at a distance to wherever he was headed. He stalked Shizuo until they made it to his old house. No one lived there now except for him. Izaya climbed over the ledge and took his place behind a tree where he watched.
Shizuo turned on the lights to the living room, opened the big windows letting the cool air in, and sat down before the piano.
"Oh? Shizu-chan knows how to play the piano? Hmm, who knew he was capable of civilizing himself enough to appreciate the arts."
Izaya paid attention to Shizuo's body language. He looked nervous –almost frightened- when he lifted the lid. He pressed a couple of keys to see if the whole thing was in tune. It still was much to Shizuo's relief.
"How you're still in good condition amazes me" he said softly. Izaya was taken aback by the softness in his voice and the loving tone it came with it. What the hell is going on? Izaya thought. Then finally after much waiting and nervousness, Shizuo began to play. It began slowly and calmly. The soft, high melody paired with its low bass gave it such a contrast. Eventually the pacing sped up a bit and he began playing in a moderate volume, keeping the left accompaniment soft as he emphasized the melody and dynamics of a moderate volume on the right.
Izaya was thoroughly amazed and spellbound by the music that poured from his fingertips and as he studied Shizuo's whole image. The man before him had perfect control over the varying volumes of each hand. He was able to control the pace to what was required from his piece. Not too fast. Not too slow. He was in full control of the piano. But how his fingers gracefully waltzed over the keys, how his body moved swayed to the tune, the movement in his wrist or when his arm barely move as he let his fingers run along the keys smoothly, the crescendos and diminuendos...
He expressed the piece in a way that it became his own.
Izaya was mesmerized because he knew damn well this wasn't the beast that sent many vending machines to their grave. This man was collected, peaceful, and talented! Izaya wasn't too much of a music lover as he would rather spend his time watching and messing with his humans, but he had to admit that whatever Shizuo was playing was beautiful. The song slowly and softly came to a stop. Shizuo looked down on the piano as if contemplating something and then he smiled. Izaya didn't know why but his heart was suddenly beating a bit faster inside his chest. What the fuck?
Shizuo stretched with such a satisfied smile on his face, closed the windows, and turned off the lights.
Meanwhile Izaya sat there in shock, still thinking about the quiet hero and his serene song. The way he played sent his heart fluttering and spine tingling. But most of all, the hauntingly sweet expression on his face.
WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?!
First chapter done~ Hope you enjoyed! ^_^