Hey guys this is kind of to get me over writer's block don't hate me this is a two part installment thingie idk anymore help I am dying.
Its a cooler effect if you read this in black background and white font. Guide - Present time Past time
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" Love, like immortality for the soul, is too good to be true"
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It is raining.
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It was sunny.
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The sky is a dark, ashy grey.
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The sky was a deep, endless blue.
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The beeping that fills the room is an oppressive reminder.
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The beeping that filled the room was intrusive to their sleep.
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Izaya watches Shizuo sleep, his lover's expression pained with labored breathing.
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Izaya watched Shizuo sleep, his lover's expression peaceful with soft breathing.
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" Come on, Shizu-chan."
Izaya grips Shizuo's hand, impatient for the man to open his eyes.
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"Come on, Shizu-chan."
Izaya gripped Shizuo's hand, impatient for the man to leave the house.
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" Shizu-chan…"
Izaya studies the form of his lover, sickly in the fluorescent light.
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" Shizu-chan…"
Izaya studied the form of his lover, sickly in the sunlight.
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Shizuo's body convulses, hoarse coughs racking it violently.
Izaya watches in powerlessness
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Shizuo's body convulsed, hoarse coughs racked it violently.
Izaya watched in powerlessness.
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Shinra examines all he can about the ailing man,
He shakes his head, his heart heavy.
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Shinra examined all he could about the ailing man,
He shook his head, his heart heavy.
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" Izaya."
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" Izaya."
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" I have some bad news."
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" I have some bad news."
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Shizuo... He….
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"Shizuo….. He…
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Hasn't...
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Has…
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Got much time left."
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Stage Four…
Lung Cancer"
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It was a sunny day. The sky was a deep, endless blue. The beeping that filled the room was intrusive to their sleep. Izaya watched Shizuo sleep, his lover's expression peaceful with soft breathing.
" Good morning, love."
They had special plans for the day, a trip to Enoshima for the day.
"Come on, Shizu-chan."
Izaya gripped Shizuo's hand, impatient for the man to leave the house.
" Shizu-chan…"
Izaya studied the form of his lover, sickly in the sunlight.
They were walking to one of the shrines, but Izaya had to keep stopping so Shizuo could catch up.
Shizuo gave him a half hearted smile in an effort to soothe his worries.
Stopping to rest against a stone wall, he started to say something.
Shizuo's body convulsed, hoarse coughs racked it violently.
Izaya watched in powerlessness.
Shinra examined all he could about the ailing man,
He shook his head, his heart heavy.
" Izaya…
I have some bad news.
Shizuo….. He…
Has...
Stage Four…
Lung Cancer."
" What? How?"
Izaya turns sharply to Shizuo, at a loss for words.
" But you quit! You quit smoking after we started dating! How?"
" He must have been smoking heavily for a longer period than thought."
" What? Have you relapsed?"
Izaya flinched at the accusation in his own words.
Shizuo flinched at the accusation too.
" Izaya, I swear I never bummed any since then!"
Shinra had a thoughtful expression on his face.
" Shizuo, when did you first start smoking?"
Shizuo looked down at the floor.
" Ah…. When I was about… 13 years old…"
Both Shinra and Izaya stared at him wide eyed.
Fourteen years...
How had it progressed so much in only fourteen years?
Because of just how much he smoked.
When they had started dating, Shizuo went through a pack or three a day.
And now….
He had Lung Cancer.
Izaya felt it slowly happen, and couldn't stop it.
His eyes burned, his vision blurred.
He began wailing.
Sobbing.
His knees wobbled, and he collapsed by Shizuo.
He latched onto the blonde's hands, weeping into his lap.
Shizuo was eerily calm.
Not so much calm, as silent.
Why?
Why did this have to happen now?
I started smoking to deal with the stress.
I started getting more stressed when Izaya entered my life.
I smoked more.
I kissed Izaya.
He couldn't handle the smell of smoke.
I stopped smoking for Izaya.
So why?
Why am I not allowed this?
" Well, we will have to begin treatment immediately… but to be truthful…
It would be a miracle if it helped any."
Even Shinra was crying a little.
Izaya curled into Shizuo, sobbing, his tears soaking into his bartender outfit.
Shizuo wrapped his arms around Izaya.
" I don't want to be hooked up to any damn machines and pumped with chemicals if it won't help."
Izaya said nothing, he knew.
He knew.
That it wouldn't help,
And that Shizuo wouldn't be able to deal with it.
But how could Izaya deal with it?
Months.
They spent the months together.
Izaya was no longer Informant-san.
Shizuo was no longer The Body-guard.
Shizuo, his Shizu-chan, grew weaker.
He would cough most of the time, blood would stain everything.
Now.
Now they were here.
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Shizuo is awake now.
Nearly immobile, but awake.
His lips are cracked.
He smiles at Izaya slowly.
Izaya is crying.
" Hey… aren't you supposed to be a god or something?"
Izaya looks up at the odd question.
" Gods…"
Shizuo is out of breath.
" Gods aren't supposed to…"
"Gods aren't supposed to cry…"
" Cry… over… monsters…"
Izaya's tears have stopped.
And they start again with a vengeance.
" Monsters aren't supposed to die."
" Ah… well…"
Shizuo gives a shaky, rattling laugh.
He closes his eyes, he is tired.
Izaya lays his head down on the bed.
They have nothing left to say that hasn't been said.
Izaya listens to the beeping of the monitor.
His heart seizes when it begins to slow down.
Quickly.
Too quickly.
Shizuo moves, Izaya watches him from the corner of his eye.
Shizuo reaches out a pale, skinny hand to Izaya, cupping his face and pulling him closer.
They kiss.
Shizuo's lips are cracked.
Izaya's lips taste like smoke.
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Silence
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