TEH PLOT BUNNIES WERE ATTACKING ME! I was inspired to write this after seeing a picture (and saving it) on Zero-Chan of Izaya and Shizuo falling down into a city of some sort, crying epicly.o3o
WARNING: Light Shizaya, Izuo, what ever flouts your boat and character death.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Durarara or it's characters!
They were falling, aiming for the ground in inedible despair. No parachute nor glider, merely letting gravity take it's course.
Who would have guessed in their last fleeting moments they'd be in each other's arms? Wind rapidly flowing through their clothes and hair, deafening them. No words needed, seeing the others thoughts in their eyes. One pair a deep brown, the other sparkling red. Emotions and memories plaguing their minds.
Their beloved siblings, co-workers, and the few people they could truly call friends. Their near daily chases through the city they both adored and the blissful adrenaline fueled moments that came with it. The nights they shared, still in a breath taking war, with passion, warmth, and an emotion both knew, but would never admit. The good times and bad, like a cycling roller coaster, crying or laughing.
Their glistening tears flouted upward, in defiance to gravity, as their bodies got closer to the ground below. One last smile, one last kiss, then nothing but darkness.