Disclaimer&Warnings: Firstly, Durarara isn't mine. Secondly, This is based on a picture. And it's full of paradoxes. Now when you know that enjoy. Implied Shikizaya, but nothing really happens.
"This is your fault, Shiki-san." when Orihara Izaya said this, he was clinging to the other dark haired male, almost with tears in his eyes.
"Why would you think so, Orihara-san?" the man named Shiki, asked, lighting a cigarette.
Both of them were standing in an empty alleyway by a dirty and high wall of a building. The informant was looking at Shiki with disappointment.
"If I wouldn't let her go to where she came from, she would kill you, Orihara-kun. Would you really like that? " a bit frustrated that the teen didn't understand the danger he was in, Shiki smashed the cigarette against the wall and then looked at the dirty red bricks.
Izaya was standing between the wall and the Awakutsu-kai executive. He felt Shiki's breath on his forehead and it made him a bit uncomfortable, the not complete feeling of the white clad man. It's like you are trying to do sit-ups but somebody stops you in the middle between the floor and the final position.
Letting go of the weird thoughts, Izaya proceeded to hug Shiki and clench his fists when he took hold of the white suit material. Feeling, and for some reason wanting to feel the older mans warmth more, the red eyed teen hid his face in Shiki's chest.
It all smelled of cigarettes and cologne, a smell Izaya knew well but didn't enjoy now as he had used to.
"I.. know. And I am grateful for that. However... I got a feeling that all of this is just a game. And you are toying with me." the words were barely heard from Izaya, but Shiki felt that the young man was sad and struggled with emotions that caused an invincible pain to him.
"For once in your life you are wrong, Orihara-kun. If this was a game... would I let you hold me like that? If I would toy with your feelings and your very person... would I let you come back to me and cry your heart out?" he said it with almost non-emotional tone of voice, which caused Izaya to look at his face.
Shiki's facial expression was serious.
"iI don't think so.../i that is the expression you have on your face right now. You know, young man I could really enjoy spending this evening with you... that is... if you agree to come with me."
After a few minutes of contemplating whether or not follow the man clad in a white suit... Izaya nodded without enthusiasm.
Now when Celty wasn't around anymore, he couldn't wish for immortality. Thus, Izaya Orihara tried to 'catch the day'.
THE END.
(A/N: Loool. I really thought that I posted it already. But here I found the finished document dated 29th June... erm yeah. So here you go. Sorry for the shortness, and that there are many paradoxes but well, that's the idea I got when I saw the picture. (Celty going mad and not giving Izaya immortality, Shiki sending her to where she came from.) I hope that it wasn't too confusing though... Feedback is greatly loved :D)