Note: Durarara isn't mine. Now enjoy!
"Linda-kun... please... don't stop... there!" a deep moan was heard from the room upstairs.
"Here, please drink your tea, Delic-san" a timid, yet firm voice was coming from a blonde boy with red eyes and glasses. The boy gave the tea to the other blonde in that room, a bit taller with pink eyes.
"Thank you." Delic said, his voice troughtful and distant. It has been a year since his voice and facial expression lost it's glee and playfulness.
"Linda-kun... Linda-kun I think..." the voice moaning from the room upstairs was now full of extasy. Delic couldn't bear with that.
"Tsuki-chan. I think that I'll go there." the mangeta eyed tall blonde said, and stood up from his chair he was sitting at.
"But... you came home a week ago. Won't you at least stay for dinner?" Tsukishima asked, confusion present at his face and hearable in his voice.
"These two upstairs are annoying me. Besides, it's almost a year since then. Do you know where I can buy flowers?" Delic asked turning around from the other boy in the kitchen after he said it.
"There should be a girl who is selling them on the way. Well, guess I can't stop you. Be careful, on your way please. And greet him from us." Tsukishima said as he followed Delic to the exit in order to close doors after the emerging blonde.
"Yeah. Sure." the pink eyed blonde said and went in the direction of setting sun where the mountains were.
'How can I greet somebody who is dead eh?' he asked himself, putting his hands in his parka pockets.
One year ago, they found Hibiya lying on the ground. He was unconscious, and most probably poisoned, for reanimation didn't help.
It wasn't the first time that Delic found the prince like boy unconscious on the floor. But the previous times he was able to make him awake.
The way to the mountains was straight, and on his way there was a girl selling flowers, indeed.
"May I have the blue ones? They seem adorable." Delic said, his tone indifferent.
The girl smiled at that, and took a bunch of them and rolled into a white paper.
"They are called forget-me-not. Very romantic flowers I have to admit." she said and gave the boquette to Delic.
"Yeah, thanks. How much do you want for them?" he asked taking out his wallet, but the girl stopped him with a wide smile.
"Ah, you mustn't. Under the last hour these are for free. Thank you for your interest." she said and waved him goodbye.
Delic went further, looking at the blue flowers and smelling them. They didn't smell anything at all, and he thought that it's precisely as he felt.
"Forget-me-not, eh? Like I would ever forget you..." he said quietly looking at the darkening sky.