Dislcaimer: Durarara ain't mine!
It had been horrible.
It had been disgusting and bloody and so fucking real that Shizuo had felt like vomiting.
When Izaya met the pavement he made a sound that could only be compared to hitting a watermelon with a bat.
A disgusting, disgusting sight.
His limbs were crooked at sickening angles and raven hair was matted with blood and brains.
Brains...
Information...
Splattered all over the ground like lumpy paint.
Shizuo had been walking out his apartment when it happened.
He'd just gotten off the phone with Tom and had taken four steps from the lobby door when Izaya was suddenly standing directly in front of him.
Upside down.
It only lasted a fraction of second, but it had seemed like a lifetime when time had slowed down, letting him clearly see the grin and Izaya's hand moving side to side in what could only be a wave.
And then the explosion of red and the sound of crunching bones and spraying of liquid.
Izaya had only missed him by a couple of feet.
Shizuo had a sickening feeling that the informant had planned that.
Shizuo was drenched in blood.
Some got in his mouth.
He hadn't been able to move.
He was frozen in place, in that mid-step with eye wide and body rigid.
He was like that until the paramedics arrived and jerked him forcibly towards the ambulance.
His eyes never left the bloody mess that had once been Izaya Orihara.
Shinra had said that Izaya had been healthy and had no reason to kill himself.
Celty asked if he could have been killed.
But the wave...
The smile...
It hadn't been an accident...
It had been a suicide...
And Shizuo had a disturbing feeling that it had somehow been his fault...
Wow...I've really been obsessed today with Izaya jumping off buildings...maybe I shouldn't have had that cookie my friend gave me...m&m and jelly beans my ass.