~~~~~~**** L E I A ****~~~~~
A/N- This is my fourth multi-chapter… I really have no life… XD but no, I wanted to do this story for a while. It's going to be a few chapters. At most 10.
Inspired by- Leia sung by Luka Megurine; the vocaloid. I did not write the song, Yuyoyuppe did. I hope I spelt that right!
Disclaimer- I do not own DRRR! Narita-sensei does.
Chapter 1- L A Y O U T
~Let me hear your sweet voice.
Erase this sinking Heart, please.
I'll paint on the canvas of lies.
Once more today…~
POV- Izaya Orihara
I sit in the back of the classroom, not paying any attention to what the teacher is saying; something about a project or homework. Either way, I don't hear them.
My full, undivided attention was on the boy whose name I don't even know.
I've only seen his face once, and once I saw it; it never left my mind.
Even my sketch book is filled with the handsome face of my classmate.
He had tousled dyed blonde hair, his bangs fitting at the appropriate half way down the face. The light tan skin made it seem like he liked sports, or went outside a lot.
And his damn eyes were every artist's (like me) dream.
A dark chocolate with hints of golden irises in the middle, and long, soft lashes.
I never spoke to him; but I knew how he sounded like.
I've heard him talk with his friends, laughing with his soft and husky voice. If he ever spoke to me, I think I would have gotten goose bumps.
I've fallen in love with someone I don't even know…
Is that sad? No, I guess; because most of you are mostly thinking 'cliché`', am I correct?
Wrong.
I'm not some pathetic girl that no one knows. On the contrary actually, I'm known throughout the entire school as the 'rebel artist that knows everything about you from a single glance'. Plus; I am a boy.
Plus this wasn't a "love at first sight" either. As I said, I could read you simply from looking at your eyes. It must have been because I see the whole world differently, and to me; humans are so easy to read, and so predictable.
But this boy wasn't.
I couldn't even tell if he was happy or mad, or maybe even fucking depressed!
The boy simply enthralled me. He pulled me in by his mystery.
I simply fell in love with that. Not lust to which people would call love.
Oh how rude am I?
I've never told you my name…
My name is Izaya Orihara, and I'm going to be telling you my story. I'm recording my story so when I become an artist; I can have inspiration at my finger tips.
I'm going to try and talk to him, yes like in those stupid-ass manga. Shut up, why don't you?
Today.
Today. Today. Today. Today, I will fucking do it!
I hear the bell ring and I realize that I was drawing him again. He's glancing out the window; the golden rays of sun hitting his body perfectly. Even the shadows were in perfect shape of the original. The boy seemed to be biting on his pencil.
I smiled at the sight before I put the journal away, and I noticed that he went up to the window.
So he must like the outside. The one thing I know about him…
Perfect.
I get up, not before I was interrupted by another classmate.
"Izaya-kun!" A bespectacled boy named Shinra Kishitani called my name; he's holding a bunch of flyers. He handed me one.
"I hope you can make it to the party!" I looked at the invitation, and before I could give it back…
Shinra went up to the boy that I love and gave him an invitation as well.
The boy simply smiled and from what I could tell said, "I'll be there, thank you."
My heart skips a few beats, and my brown eyes (to which have a red tint due to stress; or that's what the doctors say) widen slightly.
Him? At a party? What if I go? And I talk to him? Would it be casual clothing?
Oh gosh, I would give up so much just to see him out of his uniform.
I blush as I think about the different choices he could wear.
My lips twitch and I'm going to ask you all a question; dearest readers…
If I'm so happy, then why do I have a terrible feeling in my gut?
-Later that day, in a cabin-
The party was held in a log cabin in the forest nearby.
Loud techno music blared out of speakers while random colorful lights splattered all over the walls.
I can smell the alcohol in most people's breathing and I didn't need to smell; everyone was dancing quite sloppily.
He's not here yet. I'm bored and sitting on the couch next to dry-humping teens and almost gag.
That's before I see the blonde at the window and I gasp and quickly get up from my seat, letting the teen couples fall onto the space where I was sitting.
He walked into the room and I was not disappointed.
Wearing a black trench coat that went up to the knees and was wearing a white scarf around his neck; he looked so cute; especially with the red twinge on his nose and cheeks. I almost forgot it was still winter because my entire body feels warm.
I blushed even more when he took off the coat to reveal a tight navy blue muscle shirt with a small smile.
Now. My mind screamed out violently.
I walk one step.
Two steps.
And then three, four, five.
Everything freezes.
Only one thing is heard.
A gun shot.
The smile that I didn't know was there was turned down into a gap; and my eyes were already stinging.
No… I wasn't shot.
But…
"Someone call the police!"
"Aaaah!"
"GET BACK HERE, YOU FUCKER!"
"CALL 911!"
The blonde had gotten shot…
Another sound is heard, which is a little "clink", and liquid could be heard being poured down.
People scattered like red ants. A blazing heat could be seen now. Someone grabs my arms and pushes me out. My eyes still wide and I suddenly felt more cold then ever; but I didn't care.
All my attention was on the blonde though…
Could it be the end already?
A/N- CUT! That's it for this chapter! I know it's short. It's a short story. And it's sad. And I don't wanna hear "this doesn't fit the song!" because the story has a lot of attributes that the song has.
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Until next time, my masterpieces.
~Mikomi Ai