~fling~
It hit them both like a flying vending machine, shortly after she ran him over on her gleaming black motorbike.
They've always said love hurts.
~fling~
Their hearts are flipping themselves against their ribcages, trying to burst out and be together, because he's blond and her helmet's yellow and on some nights that's reason enough.
~fling~
It was just a fling though; her heart had always belonged to Shinra. Whoever the hell he was these days. Shizuo didn't care anymore. He'd toss the fucker to the curb.
~fling~
But when she broke his sunglasses in a last-ditch attempt to make him hate her, before resorting to fleeing the country on 1200cc of one-night-stand-escape power - that's when he saw the cold light of reality, and threw his love away.
~fling~
In different cities, under the same moon, Celty and Shizuo both hurl their vodka bottles against brick walls, where they shatter into a chiming scatter of starlit glass shards.
Celty vowed never to drink-drive again.
And Shizuo swore never to hitchhike.
~fling~
I just managed to write a fic for an anime I haven't seen yet, based on one AMV and the word 'fling'!
I consulted my mother who told me that 200cc is a 'little pop bike' so it's now 1200cc.
I'd just LOVE Celty to make her escape on a mini-scooter, but no.
I'll save that for next time. x3
P.S. After checking the story filters, this is the first fic to put Celty with Shizuo! Remember that when they're a cult pairing!
Fo'Shizuo!