fragments.
Shizuo stands on the rooftop, lets the cigarette fall from his lips, and watches it fall - a burning little thing.
I'm a monster.
It claws at his stomach, his mind. It sleeps in his bones.
It stinks -
"Izaya." He says wearily.
Izaya doesn't make a sound, just reaches out his pale hand and takes Shizuo's.
Jump, he mouths.
"I'm not doing this for you."
I'm so lonely, Shizu-chan.
"It's not about you, flea."
Shizu-chan, you said you loved me, no? You were the first to hold my body when - Izaya falters. Ah, dear, you don't want to think about it!
"It was meaningless, flea," Shizuo growls.
You miss me.
"No one misses you!" Shizuo shouts. "No one's going to miss you! No one's going to care!"
Izaya watches him with dark eyes, and then he laughs. Wild and desperate.
"You'll never stop laughing, will you?" The anger seeps from Shizuo, and he's suddenly cold, goosebumps prickling up his arm. He steps down, back to safety. "Izaya… You'll never leave me alone."
You should call me darling, Izaya teases, and no, I won't.
"Get out of my head!"
Cold arms wrap around him.
"You're not here anymore." Shizuo squeezes his eyes shut. "Let go, Izaya."
You're the one who needs to let go, Izaya screams. How pathetic, letting yourself crumble!
Shizuo chuckles, and takes Izaya by the waist. "Glad to know death hasn't changed you, flea…"
Do I still stink, Izaya asks. His eyes are a bit brighter.
"Of course you do. You reek, and I'm crazy." Shizuo pulls out another cigarette.
Izaya kisses his cheek, almost shyly, and then sticks his tongue out at the smoke. Are we both crazy?
"You were." Shizuo says, and puts out the cigarette. Izaya's eyelids flutter shut as he kisses Shizuo again.
He tastes like nothing, feels like nothing.
He's kissing a memory.
end.