Snowflake
The cold that blanketed about Ikebukuro was undeniable and unmistakable. Weather predictions had forecasted storms of snow and sleet, causing for the streets to become peculiarly bare, given the time of day.
None of that was relevant, however.
The chilling temperatures would not be felt by one entity. No, such eyes of mischief and greed would never look upon the covers of pillow-top white, so forsake him in this world. Fingers of numbing color would not be replying to those cellular e-mails that were no doubt continuing to pile in via technological encounter. Vocal cords that were usually vibrating with life and laughter, well, they might as well be snapped in half, due to all of the given circumstances.
It had not been unexpected, when little tuffs of white began to fall eloquently from the sky, dancing about like little ballerinas becoming the Swan Queen for the very first time. Some weren't so lucky, and when snowflake met asphalt, there was a good second before what once was, and what could have been, was now a small blemish of melted ice about the Earth, its importance, nor its significance to ever be questioned again.
Others were simply grateful, for when they landed upon the pale and drained face of Orihara Izaya, they did not melt; they did not lose importance, and they were anything but a blemish.
They were the end.
They were the beginning.
They were nothing.
With not a flinch, nor a shift of situation, the man that had humored himself into loving all of humanity was now acquainted with and held a companionship with death. The humility of being buried by crystals that fell from the atmosphere, he would not feel it. His senses had been shot and his brain lost all of his functions.
Though the memory of such a mundane day could easily be forgotten, knowingly, one person would never, ever forget. For that man prided himself, finally clinging to the victory he had sought out for nearly a decade in the running. That man was Heiwajima Shizuo, and he was a killer amongst beauty.
Ahh, from fluff on Day 3 to death/angst on Day 4. Aren't I amazing? (:
Today's theme was "snowflake".
Even though this is like a punch in the gut, I feel somewhat proud of how this turned out. I feel like I broke a few writing boundaries today, or something like that...
Anyways, enough rambling! Thank you for reading and I hope that you have enjoyed! (:
- Chappy