Authors note: Based on the two worlds Izaya bounds himself around- Reality and humanity. He breaks down within this because the cravings that none have seen of 'love' and 'loneliness' have corrupted him. Shizuo being a good person at heart couldn't sink low to take advantage of him. In this case something develops inside- confusion and yet rage at the broken down male. This could easily be carried on- I'm proud of this piece so if enjoyed by others I'll carry it on?
It's cold- damp within your own world that none can connect too. The place that engages what you really are separate from humanity. Nothing can tear you away apart from the cravings you can't have.
What was once before vanished before your very eyes. Conquered by the desperate emotions that rip you from your very self. Only the heated need in ones heart- Could you carry on? Could you deepen your strength for the life no one cared for?
A pooled pity and disgust stated on the informants depressed face lingered. Set forth the hot streams down dampened cheeks. Face staring at floor, hidden underneath office table and blades that were clearly thrown around room. The fit of depression created havoc amongst anything touched. Instincts on fire pride being burnt.
"What are you doing with your current self?"
Another feared mind rampaged to set building. Such a warrant emotion pasted on males features- be that buried in worried and sadness hinting anger. Rage at the one whom were chased down-
Not the other way around. The informant never saw daylight anymore. How the fuck could one sink so low.. so low of the rumors.
Why the fuck did it rage himself inside the blank freakin' louse burning down- sinking into the ground he deserved.. WHY WASN'T THAT SATISFYING ENOUGH?
But turning back weren't an option, door threw itself across the room. Bearing widening mocha orbs by each second.
The one whom he'd never shared the same view screamed- screamed something along the lines of-
"G-get the fuck out! Get the fuck out my office! You filthy protozoan! Don t need your shitting pity or comfort. L-LEAVE!" Words spat by tongue in a disgusting unsteady matter causing him to spit red substance up. Blood from lungs- bellowing a few shaky coughs after. It stained exactly in front of the ex-bartender.
Shattered pieces of glass that once held together a mirror image none could look in none could see what hid behind. Deflecting a blankness of motions that spoke of nothing.
Now detesting that image showed a distant destroyed figure- showing the parts spoke of no defenses.
No words- no mind- nothing- dulling numbness quickly arising from the ex-bartenders heart shooting throughout spine. A pain witnessed never before of a throbbing dead weight.
Don t you understand? Like fucks could you! Foul cre-" Mind shut off the darkness within the spiraling world being connected into a wider space. Blinding self with warmth.
Shizuo on knees buried the shuddering frame into bigger arms and chest- In return receiving smaller hands clutching onto his dress-shirt for dear life.
"It's okay n-now-
Let it all out." Whispers of the gentle heart contained.
He dampening area in front "S-stop.. I- can t take this!" Everything still as a shout, not showing the heart that thumped at chest. A quickening pace melting for all knew.
"Izaya..
Just a little longer.." A mild brush of lips against informants head- grip increasing so smells intertwined further. Unknown senses filling the caring side that none saw.
