Izaya lay panting in Shizuo's arms, blood pouring out of his head. He chuckled darkly, holding a jittering arm up to brush a lock of blond from his enemy's face. Blood smeared on Shizuo's forehead from the action and the hair just fell back into place.
"You finally did it, Shizu-chan." He whispered to the crying boy. "Please tell me you're happy?"
"I—Why didn't you dodge!" Shizuo's face twisted in sorrow. Izaya's breath shook as it became harder to talk.
"I couldn't take living without you…I love you so much…" He sighed, pulling Shizuo's head down and placing a chaste kiss on the shivering lips. Shizuo held him tighter as he felt his body grow ridged.
"I love you too." Shizuo sobbed. "You can't die…"
"Thank you." Izaya smiled, before he breathed in one last, shaky breath. His hand fell to his side, and the great Shizuo let out a wail of despair.
He carried Izaya's dead body, running all the way to the hospital, but he knew he wouldn't be able to save him. He was arrested, after his mumblings were taken as a confession. Not that Shizuo cared anymore. Nothing mattered. His heart died with Izaya. Perhaps the court had pity on him? Perhaps seeing the great Shizuo racked with another emotion besides rage softened their hearts? Maybe they were just scared…? Either way, they let Shizuo off with a year on house arrest, 2 years probation and therapy due to a claim of insanity. Shizuo sighed, shifting his weight slightly as he fried an egg. It was difficult to live when the reason for your existence had been wiped out. By you. Suddenly, arms wrapped themselves around his waist. He froze.
"What are you cooking, Shizu-chan?" A pair of lips whispered in his ear. Shizuo's heart beat wildly as he turned around; frantically hoping the voice's existence was true. His heart fell. The spot was empty. He fell to his knees and curled up into a ball, letting his egg burn as he cried.
Months went by, and the voice's appearance frequented. Occasionally chit-chatting, never accusing. Shizuo looked forward to hearing it, and feeling Izaya's invisible touch. Shizuo's grip on reality was growing lax.
"Shizuo-chan. I love you so much." Izaya sighed softly, trailing his arms down Shizuo's back.
"I love you too." Shizuo responded, closing his eyes to bask in the warmth the voice brought.
"Turn around." Izaya placed a kiss on his neck.
"If I do, then you'll leave."
"We'll see. Just do it." Shizuo did, and gasped to see Izaya. Like the good old days when he would chase him with various heavy objects. Not bloody and motionless, Izaya stood smiling at Shizuo. Shizuo tentatively pulled Izaya into a hug and cried in happiness.
"If I knew you would cry I probably wouldn't have come!" Izaya laughed, patting Shizuo on the back. "You're crushing me." He wheezed. Shizuo fell back immediately.
"I'm so sorry." He muttered repeatedly, just as his door opened. Shizuo's probation officer stepped inside and stared at Shizuo as he talked to himself. She blinked, writing a few things down and exited the apartment once again. Tomorrow the insane asylum would come and pick him up; as it was obvious he couldn't care for himself any longer. This didn't matter to Shizuo, he was happy with the boy in his arms, and he would never let go. Insanity was the key to his happiness, and he was happier than he had ever been.
END!
Please tell me if there are any mistakes or there is a way to make it better, thank you for reading.
Insanely yours,
An Insane Nobody