Authors note: I do not own Durarara! This is also my first time writing this paring so forgive me if anyone is out of character.
This is just some random thing I came up with one day and decided to share with all you.
I watched quietly as Shizuo continuously pounded the ground with his fists.
Oh Shizuo... what has happened to hurt you so?
"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit!"
I walked slowly over to the shivering man and knelt silently beside him.
"Shizuo please don't blame yourself. You didn't do anything wrong."
Shizuo stood and began trudging through the dark and damp streets of Ikebukuro. I followed close behind, just making sure he was safe.
Because that's all I can do..
"Why am I always the only one left alone?"
I gave a sad nod in understanding and began to walk beside Shizuo. I looked down at my hands then to the one hanging by his side. Tentatively I reached over and placed my hand in his. He didn't respond to the touch, instead Shizuo kept walking. Finally we reached his small apartment.
Tadaima..
"Home at last.. I guess."
I watched in dismay as Shizuo flopped down on the couch in his sopping wet bartenders uniform. As he rolled over I could hear him mumble;
"Why can't I just die already?"
"SHIZUO!"
I smacked Shizuo as hard as I could even though I knew it would have no affect on him.
"Now you listen here you protozoan! A lot of people would be really upset if you just up and died on them so you have to-"
I looked down at the sleeping face of Shizuo, a smile making its way into my face.
"*sigh* Shizu-chan you big idiot.."
I looked down at my transparent form, a few tears falling to my open palm.
"Looks like my time here is up.. Sorry Shizu-chan."
My time as your guardian angel is up. If only I had gotten the chance to tell you...
"Goodbye," I leaned over and brushed my pale lips against Shizuo's forehead. "Aishiteru.. I'm sorry."
With that finally said I opened my silvery wings and left for the light.
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« The next morning »
Shizuo rolled over and fell of the couch, landing with a loud thump. He looked around for the white being who often followed him around.
"That's strange.." With little to no effort he pushed himself up off the floor. "He isn't here."