A/N&DISCLAIMER: Anything you recognize more than likely does not belong to me, sadly.
If DRRR! belonged to me, Shizuo would not know what a shirt was. Seriously. He wouldn't. 3
And yeah, this is just something of a preview. I'm not sure if it'll be continued or anything, but I'm hoping. I'll probably need to re-watch Durarara! eventually... Thanks for reading, and reviews seriously make my week. No joke. So please, FOR THE LOVE OF CHEESUS, review. Kthanks. I LOVE YOU.
Also, in case you didn't know, this song is based on 'Better Than Me' by Seether. It made me weep when I first heard it. Trufax.
Despite the fact that she had the maturity and sense of humor of a twelve year old boy, she was still innocent; she was still so young, so pure.
He missed that innocence and that willingness to believe.
He yearned for the way she used to feel when he held her, and the way she would curl up against his side whenever they slept.
He longed for those moments where words weren't even needed, moments that had long since disappeared.
He craved for the gentle touches and the shy lectures she'd give him whenever he got into a fight with someone.
He missed her and his life didn't feel truly complete without her; it was like someone had taken one of his limbs; he could function well enough, but it didn't feel right.
He sighed, running a hand through his messy blonde hair; she had loved his hair, claiming that it reminded her of spun gold, for some reason or other.
It was hard; living without her.
He'd hear her laugh sometimes, or her voice, whenever he was in the city, and he'd look around frantically through the crowds, pushing people aside, all in his attempt to find her.
She was never there though, and every time he'd realize he was imagining things, he'd feel his heart break a little bit more.
The worse part however, was when he thought he'd spotted her; he'd catch a glimpse of her auburn hair, or her lithe figure, and he'd barrel through the throngs of people that were perpetually clogging the streets of Ikebukuro, trying to find her. It always turned out to be some other girl though; some foreigner, for whom else could have hair like hers?
He was pathetic; he truly was.
He was stuck trying to find a girl who had long since gone away; who had returned to the other side of the planet, to the small town where she'd been born and raised.
This endeavor was truly hopeless.
But he couldn't stop searching for her; he couldn't, for if there was even the slightest possibility she'd return, then he would find her.
He'd take her back, and he'd make sure to never let her go.
But until that time came, it was all he could do to just get through the day without murdering someone.