Splash.
What is this feeling?
Splash.
Could it be...
Splash.
Love?
Splash.
Shoes, pounding heavily on the rain-soaked pavement, tearing through the dimly lit street.
Splash.
Shady figure, sprinting down the sidewalk, desperation in his eyes.
Splash.
Flashing, red lights, heart beating too fast.
Splash.
The dreaded white vehicle, the dreaded red lights, the dreaded men, in their dreaded white suits, in front of the dreaded house.
Splash.
The dreaded hospital stretcher.
Silence.
Nothing.
Rain poured down around the blonde bartender like God's tears, as he could only stare, wide-eyed, at the motionless body of... his enemy? His friend? His love? He didn't know anymore.
How did this happen?
Time skip, 6 months previously
*BRIINNNNNGGGGG*
The loud (and rather obnoxious) bell blared, and students swarmed out of the building to escape the hell that was their school. Plans were made, girls asked out, and dates scheduled as the students flocked across the courtyard and out the school gate.
But all of them kept a rather wide berth away from a certain blonde-haired student who was trudging out of school. From the casual observer's point of view, he was nothing but an ordinary high-school student, except for maybe his dyed hair, but to anyone you could ask from Raira, he was someone to be feared for his enormous strength, the bakemono* of the school. Heiwajima Shizuo.
Well, to anyone you could ask except for one.
Sly, cunning, tricky, and deceitful, yet always getting perfect grades without studying, Orihara Izaya was archrival of Shizuo, and to top it off, a world-class jerk.
Rumors were spread about their infamous rivalry, the cause of broken... Well, broken everything on the school campus. Their fights, although so destructive, were commonplace, and all authorities in the building were too afraid to do anything about them out of fear of the two individuals, who, while both terrifying, could be described as nothing less than complete and polar opposites.
One of which fights took place as the two of them just happened to bump into each other while walking out of the school gate.
"Ara, ara, Shizu-chan! What a coincidence to run into you here." Liquid venom coated the to-be-information-broker's words, and a gleam of mischief glowed in his eyes. "Off to see your girlfriend?"
Before any bystanders knew it, knife blades and stop signs were flying across the street. But all that was put to an immediate halt when Izaya's phone rang.
Izaya pulled the phone out of his pocket, a curious look on his face, and nodded a couple times, while Shizuo gazed on, irritated at the small rectangle of plastic that was interrupting their fight. (Shizuo would never be so rude as to interrupt a phone call). But when the flea hung up, Shizuo swore he had never seen such a look on the flea's face before. He was (somehow) even paler than before, with eyes filled with — was that... Fear?
Shizuo merely brushed it off as a trick of the light, telling himself, 'Not like the flea would be afraid of anything... Arrogant jerk.'
"Well, Shizu-chan, as much as I would love to stay here and play with you, I've gotta get going. Business calls, you know?" And before Shizuo could utter a word (such as why the flea had 'business' in high school), he had already bolted down the street.
Shizuo could only stand there and stare at the slowly shrinking figure, wondering what could have bothered him so much, before beginning the long trudge in the (thankfully) opposite direction towards his home, with the only focus on his mind of falling into his warm and ever so cozy bed.
And true to his word, as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light.
Inky darkness surrounded him, and an odd feeling of oppression and fear seemed to press down on his shoulders.
A strange scent was in the air, and cold wrapped around him, chilling him to the bone, yet he could see nothing but black and red swirls in his vision.
Crimson, mahogany, navy, swirling around his view.
Crash.
The sound of glass breaking filled his ears, and vague and unclear shouting was heard in the murky blackness.
Dread rushed up his spine, and panic filled his mind.
He had to get out. Out. Out.
Footsteps?
Blinking rapidly, breath hitching, legs shaking, he couldn't move.
The footsteps were getting closer.
Closer.
Closer.
Pain.
White noise filled his ears.
Pain.
He couldn't breathe.
Pain.
With a shuddering breath, Shizuo shot straight up in his bed, breaking out in a cold sweat.
He glanced at his alarm clock.
3:07 AM.
The dream hadn't been real. Nothing more than a nightmare.
Or was it?
A lingering feeling of dread filled his heart.
And his gut instinct told him it had to do with Izaya.
A/N
Well, that's the first chapter! Hope you guys enjoyed! By the way, I'd just like to apologize, first of all, for the short chapter (and sucky writing), and second of all, for the fact that I probably won't update this fanfiction... For, like, 3 weeks... Or a month… Or two… Heheh…
But seriously, oh my god, I'm pretty sure that Izaya was super OOC in that. O.o I'M SORRY FOR MY SINS .
Translations:
*bakemono - monster