The many forms of love

by saku015

During the ten years they had spent together, Shizuo and Izaya experienced many forms of love. Some were bitter, some were sweet and they had to deal with situations that they never would have thought they would have to face with in their lives.

1. Introduction

Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara.

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As he was sitting in Shinra and Celty's apartment, his brain still could not process what happened last night. He almost killed Izaya. He almost killed the person he had been in love with since he was 15 – and now Izaya was gone. By the time he got back to the scene of their fight, Izaya had already been gone. No one knew where and why, but he was.

"How are you feeling?" He heard his oldest friend's voice right above himself. He looked up with an expression that told everything to the other. Shinra put his hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Shizuo."

Shizuo knew that he meant it. Shinra almost lost his beloved last night. So, if he said that he was sorry about his situation, he 100% believed him. The doctor knelt down and looked at his plastered arm. From his nod, Shizuo knew that everything was well. His arm would be as good as new in no time.

After Shinra had left, Shizuo leant back on his seat and stared out to the rising sun. He closed his eyes, letting the memories to attack him like those monsters that Izaya always playfully referred him to.