A/N: This story doesn't have a happy ending which is a first for me, but right now, it's hardly a story. This is really experimental so if you want more then you have to tell me. I'm not going to keep this story going without a big enough response (in other words this is some form of a temper tantrum).
Warning: Tragic sad end. Hinted shounen-ai.
Diclaimer: I don't own Durarara! or it's characters.
Silver in color, with an old cocoa brown wooden handle smoothed and polished with age and use, it fit perfectly in the hands of its owner. The icy surface of the blade was so thin and so impossibly sharp that with the right speed and precision it could peel a piece of paper clean in half. I knew I wouldn't feel anything. I knew this would quick and painless. This would be easy. I'd silence myself directly as soon as the incision was made. It was the perfect death for a coward. I pressed the comforting knife ever so slightly against my throat. A sly smile drifted onto my lips and I could hear the reaper's lull calling to me. a gentle pressure set warm crimson blood dribbling down my neck and seeping into my navy blue, v-neck t-shirt. The liquid burned in contrast with the stinging cold of the aluminum blade. I heard my name being called like a mantra and all I could think about was how much my mom would kill me if the pool of blood forming on my shirt and in my hollow marble collarbone managed to climb up and reach the fur of my designer leather coat. I chuckled darkly at my dying thought. She'd try to kill me for ruining my coat in the process of taking my own life. The irony was just so bitter. I had no time to marvel at life's subtle stabs now though. The slight and involuntary shift of my body, caused by my hateful laugh, resulted in the knife opening the wound I'd started just wide enough for me to silently slip out of this world like a good coward should. I was able to process one, solitary thing before I disappeared. The low, soothing, rumbling timbre of a certain blonde rival of mine. The blurry, disconnected voice of my classmate, and crush, reached me as he called out in a very distant panic, "Izaya!"
A/N: Added note - this is my first Durarara! fic so I'd appreciate feedback on that as well.