A/N: wow my first actual serious fanfic sorry if i'm bad at writing orz. bold equals thoughts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara.
Even the cold Ikebukuro air sweeping down his spine couldn't numb his pain.
His hand had splinters and pink cuts from punching that wooden telephone pole.
He didn't care.
But his face still was in a tight uncontrollable grin. The stinging feeling didn't bother him at all, even as the cuts on his knuckles were brushed against with the cold Ikebukuro air.
The feeling embedded in him was frozen nostalgia. The nostalgia just made his stupid tight grin even more ridiculous.
Seems that the air just couldn't possess the ability to numb his emotions and lingering nostalgia either.
Stimulation in his mind and heart just kept growing bigger and bigger without a care, like cancer cells.
The emotions from 12 years ago.
12 years ago
The powerful impact on his side made Shinra issue a strange cry of "Wait-ahhhhhhhh!"
The other effect it had was to spill blood everywhere in the Biology Room.
As soon as he saw the knife in his hand covered in blood, Nakura's face lost its color -
"Ah...eh? N-No, it's not like that, I, I was just, I was just trying to threaten him…to threaten Izaya..."
Nakura probably didn't want to realize what he had just done. His lips trembled harder than ever as he shook his head desperately.
"S-stop... STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!"
The boy let out a scream and ran out of the Biology Room, running as fast as he could.
"I'll call an ambulance.." Izaya said calmly as he took out his cellphone and dialed.
Izaya then rushed to Shinra who was already fallen. Shinra had ordered Izaya to get a roll or duct tape. Shinra began to skillfully roll the tape around his stabbed side, to help stop the bleeding, all while smiling at Izaya.
"Hahah. Looks like I'm, not, carved out to be a hero...after all." sighed Shinra.
"Wouldn't it be better for you to not speak?.." Izaya questioned.
"I was thinking...that my loved one would praise me if I became a hero."
"Oi oi..."
"It's fine. Wounds like these don't kill you that easily. My insides look like they are intact. It was a miracle that he didn't hurt my peritoneum...uhhh…"
As he watched Shinra prattle on with a deadly pale face, what Izaya felt was -
Envy.
He had always thought of himself as being in a position to observe humans and therefore standing on a higher pedestal than those around him. But unlike him, Kishitani Shinra was living in a different world in the real sense of the word. He had put himself in the way of harm from a knife without hesitation. He did it out of neither his sense of right and wrong nor his instinct, but simply a desire to earn someone else's approval. Was it in any way an easy thing to do? It was true that love made one blind, but what Shinra did was simply not normal...
Shinra's standards were far departed from any other human's, even including Izaya's.
"Hey, Shinra..."
As his classmate groaned in pain, Izaya asked in a calm voice..
"Uhh... Wha?"
"Hey, can you tell them that I did it? Can you tell them that I'm the one who caused that wound?"
