this is going to seem cruel, but I never see any fanfics of Shizuo experiencing death or dying, so I'm going to make my own. Obvious trigger warnings; suicide, mental issues and death of characters, if that's not your thing then bye bye, don't say nobody warned you and complain in my comments section :/
Things are different without him here.
The city was calmer, the people were happier, the gangs were quieter and the world around them was warmer. People could enjoy their day in school or work or wherever and not have to worry about a thing, crime was cutting down and the evil doers with it, police and citizens had less to worry about. All because of a certain announcement of a certain man's death.
It was rude; the amount of people scared of an innocent person that was pushed to his limits, the amount of people who had disrespected his name and talked about him like he was trash, the amount of people that would try to use him for safety or to get their ego buffed up, it was rude and I witnessed it all. Maybe I had even done it myself a little, but not as much as those fools.
It felt like not even a year ago we had met and had a meal, discussing how he could make himself known to people but also keep those same people away from him. It felt like not even a month ago we were dishing out jobs and getting stacked. It felt like not even a week ago that he had gone off the radar and went berserk, paranoia and depression suddenly overcoming his somewhat peaceful mind. And I know it was not only a day ago that I, one of his closest friends and work partner, had to watch him be lowered down into six feet of rubble that would soon eat away at his young body.
Yeah, things are different without him here.
And though it may seem things have gotten better, they've just gotten worse for those of us that cared about him.
I'm Tom Tanaka, and I lost my friend Shizuo Heiwajima yesterday.