This story is entirely a work of fiction I own no characters nor do I own the anime/manga DURARARA! If there are any similar events and or ideas then they are purely a coincidence, for all works and ideas are my own, other than the ones above, now enough with the I own nothing blah blah blah and on to the story please enjoy.
Chapter 1: No Ones P.O.V
The rain poured down mercilessly, as bright red orbs became hazy. The thoughts and word formed slowly, not making connections with each other as the pain and heat flooded the young informant's senses. Shaky laughter emerged from the soaked figure as he stumbled onward through the quiet, vacant streets.
"Love, hate, they barely boarder each other anymore, just flooding into a pool of emotions, and quite too often we actually misunderstand the true difference between them, or recognize them, how ironic," he said, an incredulous smile spread across his face.
He looked up into the flooded skies, a dim light hung behind the drenched clouds. Stars were cloaked with sadness as if to know or realize that no one wishes upon them, or sees them tonight.
Another stumbled movement came from the raven haired man as he made his way through the other wise no named streets.
"Love, hate….. What silly words they are. People don't even realize their true meaning anymore, yet it seems to be what the spit at each other the most, ne?" an inquiry was made to himself as he laughed weakly once again, knowing his questions and ponderings fell among deaf ears.
The young man continued further, his jacket soaked completely, clinging to the slim figure, a shiver now taking over his movement as cold rain drops and sharp breezes hit the already drenched clothes. As cold as he felt, his eyes stung with warm tears. He blinked them away cautiously as to not let them spill over the rim of his eyes. He stopped and sat down where he stood, crossing his legs and placing his elbows on his thighs. He laid his head down in his palms and looked at the ground.
His emotions swarmed through him, the rain washing away his painted smiles and his masks now slipping. He shook his head slowly, his eyes narrowing at the damp ground. The man squeezed them shut, letting cool drops slide over them and continuing over his flushed cheeks.
His raven hair clung to his neck and forehead, losing their once fluffy form.
He continued to shake his head, picking up the pace until he was violently shaking his head from side to side as if in denial.
The informant tried to regain his composure, trying to reorganize his scattered thoughts and emotions.
"Why commit yourself to love or hate," he began, voice shaking a bit as he breathed in slowly, " if you cant understand what its like to love or hate. How can you say ' I love you' if you haven't the slightest idea of how it feels when your heart flutters every time you hear their name, see their face, smell their essence," he paused, now opening his eyes, now glazed over with tears, "or how it feels when you push your self farther from them, or actually lose a piece of that person…. Or completely," he sighed.
"And how can you say 'I hate you' when you don't even understand how they could really hurt you, how they can pick you apart. How they can destroy your amour and kill you without even touching you," his breath hitched, he rose his voice, "how can you hate someone without even knowing them, without understanding them, how can you hate someone for being just like you? Hurt, isolated, and," he stopped, muffled sobs shook his body, "just….. h-hated for s-something you c-could never freaking c-control?" he finished, burying his head into his knees, arms wrapping around his shaking frame, in an effort to calm himself down.
"How can you hate someone who only looks for love, to be loved?" he sighed again, tears and rain mixing as they intertwined and slid down the ravenette's face, which was now dusted with a light pink that could be compared to that of a rose's petals.
"Love, hate, how can we really ever understand them at all? They're just too subjective" he laughed quietly, and with that, the young man slumped forward, falling onto his side, darkness encasing his vision as the world slipped out of his sight.
~end chapter one
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-Eri-chan