Heey. Love this couple, and I kinda THINK they should have a bit MORE LOVE. Kay thanks. ;) Wanna read a bit farther down? And Maybe click that button down, down THERE that says REVIEW THIS STORY. R&R. please and thank-you? 3 :3
Durarara: NOT MINE.
They could talk through silence. Through looks.
Because they just knew each other that well. They began an relationship, as for her looking for someone ; namely, her brother. Who she had thought nothing of anymore now a days. Weird right?
She had loved him like a lover should have. And now, it disappeared like a wisp of smoke. By a snap of a pair of fingers. Or so say, his.
She had just thought of him as an important figure of the underground. A skilled informer, yes he was.
Blinded by her one-sided love for her brother, she unknowingly ignored his attempts at flirting, a fail that was. He saw her in a different light, that others saw. They would think she wasn't as easy to read.
But once she had worked for him, the informer, slowly her fortress around her dearest emotions began to erode away.
Like a decaying body.
It was funny, he mused within his mad/insane/sadistic mind. He read her as easily as a children's book. Even a mere twitch from her told him a whole story.
And that was the 3rd stage of their relationship. The 1st, them meeting together. And his helpless flirting. 2nd? Oh, that was when he had offered her a work job for him. Easy enough to keep her around for her to be unfazed by her love for her brother. Who didn't dare care for her.
Funny enough, the final stage of their love was not loving eachother.
It wasn't sex, or even a timid seventh grade kiss.
Yeah, you heard right.
Their love wasn't normal at all.
It wasn't ever normal ; their relationship.
He mind-fucker people daily, as a hobby. And she? She experimented against God's order, doing nonhuman things to innocent people who wouldn't ever be remembered.
Loving each other was like killing each other. For them that was. But they past that thin thread of love-hate. For them, they were already like a married couple, knowing each other inside and out. Each little allergy, to what kind of books they read in their childhood.
They loved eachother, in their own special way. No matter how awkward, weird or Namie-way or Izaya-way they loved eachother.