So, I typed a little fic up for Izaya's birthday. First time I've ever typed up a birthday fic, and it's just a little drabble so...
I do not own Durarara in any way, shape, or form.
It was always the same. Every time this one day of the year came around. It wouldn't be celebrated. After all, if you celebrate your birthday, then you turn a year older. And Izaya was going to be… forever twenty-one. Seeing as that shall be, he didn't celebrate his birthday. Not once after he turned twenty-one. To himself, he really was twenty-one, never mind the fact that he was several years older. It didn't matter.
Even if his sisters came over, or Shinra told him 'happy birthday', or when Namie bought him his ootoro without complaining, he just took it as them being nice for once. After all, he didn't have a birthday.
He'd watch as everyone else grew older, and he stayed the same. He'd watch everyone else celebrate their own birthdays, naively getting older as they do so. And he'd laugh. He'd laugh at the news that it was Shinra's birthday. His sisters' birthday. Namie's birthday. He'd especially laugh when it was the brute's birthday.
But, he didn't have a birthday. That's what he would go by. "Birthdays make you old. And seeing as I'm forever twenty-one, I can never have another birthday." That's what he'd think.
But sometimes, he would watch the others have their birthdays. He'd watch them be surrounded by friends. He'd watch them grin at presents. He'd watch how happy they were. Even Shizuo, on his birthday, had someone there. They all had someone to tell them 'happy birthday' and give them a gift, to lighten the mood, to make them happy on the one day of the year that was theirs.
Sometimes, Izaya was jealous. Namie just got him his ootoro, something he had her do anyway. The twins only visited. Shinra did say happy birthday, but that was all, and it seemed like he might not even do that anymore.
Yes, sometimes, Izaya would watch the people he had deemed important enough to keep tabs on, and feel jealousy towards them on their birthdays, because, he never felt like that on his birthday. Not even when he was younger.
He was a quiet kid who didn't have any friends. His parents were always away, so it would always be his sisters that were there. Mairu and Kururi were young, and would be unable to get him anything. So it was like any other day. It was like this until he started acting as he does recently, then any hope of having someone there on the day that is his was lost. No one wanted to be around him.
He was a bastard. He had to be. It was fun. And it made his job easier. More fun. That's what he would tell himself. It was fun to be alone, never having a day of is own, forever the age of perfection. Izaya didn't seem to know that the only way to truly stay forever twenty-one was to die at that age, forever being that age in death.
But then again, Izaya didn't believe in an afterlife. Never had. Never would. That is, unless someone somehow brought him proof. But no one would be able to bring him proof. No one could go into death and walk and bring back proof of an afterlife, so, to stay forever young, he would just no longer have a birthday.
That's how simple it was.
So on this day, May forth; it wasn't Izaya Orihara's birthday, simply because it couldn't be. He was twenty-one forever. This day was just another day; one of countless others, lost in time.
I don't even know what it is I have written here. It's so short and stupid. Happy birthday Izaya… OTL