Summary: Shizuo spends his last few months in a hospital, losing his strength and dying. Izaya comes in to gloat as often as he can. But after Shizuo's death, Izaya finds life rather empty. LJ drrrkink meme.

Pairings: IzayaxShizuo. (If reader does not like this pairing, don't read.)

Rain

Rain was something Shizuo loved ever since a little boy. Whenever it rained, he would rash out of the house with Kasuka following behind. While he danced and laughed in the rain, Kasuka would watch from a distance under a shelter and away from the rain. Shizuo always remembers the beam he wore while he spread his arms under the pouring rain. The cooling sensation against his skin was one of the things that made Shizuo love the rain.

Sometimes his 'joy' would end with an angry yell from his mother, asking for both the brothers to go back into the house. His mother would fuss about Shizuo's drench cloths and scold both the brothers. For Kasuka, his mother would question the younger brother why he didn't stop Shizuo and Kasuka would apologize with the same emotionless tone. Shizuo knew that Kasuka didn't want to stop him from playing in the rain because of the beam he wore.

His mother would sigh before glaring at Shizuo as if to say that the brunette was going to get into some deep shit after she had made him take a long, warm bath. Sometimes, despite that long and warm bath, Shizuo would catch a cold the next day. His mother would sigh, looking as though she knew something like this would happen before ringing the school.

And when Kasuka returns from school, he would enter Shizuo's room and place a chilled pudding on the table before pulling out a chair to watch his brother. Shizuo didn't really mind but rather enjoyed the presence of his little brother. However, currently in the present, rain was something that brought the blonde utter dread.

"Well, I'll be going now." Shinra stood from the chair, waved his hands and left the room. Shizuo watched the back of his friend walk out of the room before returning to stare at the white ceiling. These white wall reminiscent his childhood times which were spend in a hospital: memories that weren't pleasant. He hated hospitals; hated having to lay still in this stinking bead, hated how...

"Shit!" Shizuo cursed under his breath and shut his eyelids down tightly. Yes, he hated how hospitals always made him feel weak and vulnerable. Worst of all, he was beginning to get weaker and more vulnerable with each passing day. "What do they mean by 'you'll get better'? Liars." Shizuo hissed lowly as rage tightened his throat. He couldn't help but to feel the urge of thrashing the room before rushing out to the pouring rain.

But Shizuo was unable to do so because he couldn't gather forth his wild strength; the strength that was beginning to leave his very body. In the past, he hated this strength he possessed; hated how people would get injured because of it. This strength never did listen nor did anything he ever wanted in the past, like when he wanted tried to protect the lady- whom was kind enough to give Kasuka and him milk- but ended up injuring her as well.

However, when he finally learned how to love and control this detestable strength, it brought him another 'gift'; a curse that would rob him of everything between love and hate. It was his very life which couldn't be lived for more than a year. He was dying with each passing days. Everyone closed to him (except that flea), hid the fact that he couldn't live past his thirties. Shizuo found this out not only because that flea told him, but because of the distress that showed in Kasuka's eyes.

Shizuo wasn't a fool and knew that something bad was about to happen to him the very moment Kasuka first entered his room. His little brother might have greeted him in that flat voice, but he could hear the hesitation within. Everything that Kasuka did during his visit had literally screamed the actor's worry for his brother.

Before Kasuka left that day, Shizuo stopped to question his little brother about what the doctor told him about the blonde. Kasuka- a little brother whom treasured Shizuo more than anything in the world- only wore that awkward, blank face upon hearing the question. The actor might have opened his mouth to say something but stop, before saying that it was nothing much and hoped for Shizuo to get better with his eyes shining with uncertainty.

At that point, Shizuo suspicion was pointed out with the slip of hoped that spilled out of his little brother's mouth. Being brothers, Shizuo knew that when he fell ill, Kasuka would tell him to get better, not hope. Never hope.

Shizuo was hurt how people closest to him would force themselves to wear that smile; a smile which tried to be truly sincere. Shizuo abhor the fact that people didn't want to hurt the blonde's feeling by informing the blonde about tragic fate which was laid before him. Shizuo tried count how many times he wanted to punch all their faces, yell at them that he clearly knew what they were hiding from him, but gave up when he lost count.

However, for that flea, it was of a total different story. That flea dared to visit Shizuo and simply wore a smug smirk that Shizuo wanted to wipe off. As much as he wanted to jump out of the bed screaming Izaya's name before starting a chase with the flea in the hospital, he couldn't find the energy to do so.

Izaya chipped his usual draggy (to Shizuo if felt draggy) taunts which the blonde ignored with his eyes fixed on people across the streets.

"Do you want to know what everyone's hiding from you?" Izaya murmured softly to catch the attention of the blonde. Shizuo glared at Izaya, eye locked before the blonde growled and added as politely as possible for flea to escort himself out of his room. Izaya simply chuckled before saying words that Shizuo already knew.

"You're going to die. You won't get to lived past your thirties, they say..." Shizuo's eyes widened as a rustle of confusion and bewilderment swept through his mind. Other's didn't dare to tell him the truth and the flea? All Izaya did was to tell him the truth as though it held no significance in the world; as if it was a teacher who told the class that they needed to finish their work and whether the class did or didn't, the teacher couldn't care less.

The flea must have laughed either because he thought Shizuo never did think of the possibility of his own death or because the silence that filled the air amused, whatever it was Shizuo doesn't care.

"Get out." was all that left Shizuo's lips and strangely, the flea did leave with that grin of triumph. The flea might have thought that the words said hurt the blonde, but it was more of the shock that made Shizuo's voice flat and crack. At that time, Shizuo couldn't help but to feel glad that someone told him the truth, even if it was that flea.

However, only after another three second pass did it then occur to the blonde that the flea had only spoken the truth to see his hurt face; to watch and laugh at the emotions that fill his features. Shizuo laughed under his breath with his eyes twitching in annoyance, roaring that he would fucking kill that flea the next time he came.

But that was one month ago and so far, there was no sight of that fucking flea (which was a good thing, Shizuo believed). Shizuo looked out the window once more and studied the rain drops which hit against the glass window. He stretched out his right hand and pressed it against the window with a longing look.

Suddenly, a wave of stinging pain flooded his body made him writhe and scream in agony. Pressing his fist against his chest as tears dusted his eyelashes, Shizuo heard the door slammed open as desperate shouts for the doctor followed. All Shizuo could remember through his blurred eyes and hazed mind was a gentle feature that shouted with an urgent yell.

"He's condition has worsen! Bring him to the-"

What happened next, he couldn't make out. However, there was one thing Shizuo could make out; it was that the darkness held with it a very comforting embrace.

A/N:

Thank you for reading this chapter. When I first saw this on LJ, I knew I had to fill it. The main reason I uploaded this onto fanfic was to share this with readers who like a little tragic story once in awhile (Mainly to make sure I finish this whole thing!).

Pls forgive me for the errors made and the draggy beginning. I just felt that since Shizuo claims to be a pacifist, he should love the rain as it's calming (I think...). For some unclear parts in this chapter, it will be further elaborated as the story goes on.

I hope that you've enjoyed the beginning of this story.