1. Fading - Decyfer Down


In the enclosed room, there is nothing but the light breathing of a soul fast asleep, locks of soft blond hair falling over closed eyes. It's a little too dark to see the man's expression – the only source of light is the meager sunshine seeping through the cracked window – but Izaya knows there is nothing but peaceful bliss on that usually enraged face.

He circles the small perimeter of the bed and approaches the slumbering figure; watches the wind lift strands of that familiar hair away from Shizuo's face and into his outstretched hand. For a split second, the feeling is almost surreal—the icy plunge of his heart as the golden locks slip right through his hands, as though nothing is touching it in the first place. For a split second, Izaya's eyes widen in surprise; then he brings those same digits back before his face. His brown-red irises grow dull and expressionless as they stare through the spaces between each finger. There are no fractures here, not even a bruise or indent on his flawless skin; but what bothers him is how he can see the backdrop of black through his hand.

Fading, he thinks.

He wonders if he will ever feel a punch, a vending machine thrown at his head, again.

Izaya leans down and wraps his arms around the curled up form of Shizuo Heiwajima, the man he loathes to the ends of the world. Feels nothing but the empty space of air, his hands slipping right through this beautiful body that has caused him more than enough pain in his entire lifetime. "Shizu-chan~" Izaya purrs into that hated ear, even knowing that Shizuo will hear not a word of it; nor remember, after this day, the chaotic mess that is their relationship. By tomorrow, everything will have changed.

"This is all I can take," Izaya murmurs, his throat dry, eyes growing a shade darker. He brushes lips against the side of Shizuo's cheek, caressing it in a light, gentle touch. There really is no need though; he feels nothing, his affections reaching nowhere.

"Somehow..." the informant chokes out, taking a step back from the conflicting emotions in his chest. "I really wish you could save me..."

Izaya brings his hands into the air, watching the dark shadows completely consume each digit; watches them slowly crawl up his arms and through his body. "Somehow," he smiles wryly, "I'm sure you wouldn't want to, anyway..."

Right, Shizu-chan?

The peace on Shizuo's face remains, registering nothing in the dim darkness of his room.

Izaya gives him one last glance, face unreadable, before turning around and leaving the apartment as quietly as he had arrived.


Tbc.


A/N: Shizuo and Izaya song drabble thing. No, it's not the 10 song theme challenge; this is just something I decided to take up when I find myself greatly inspired by a song. Just an outlet, I guess :'D I'll be continuing this later, whenever I can find more awesome songs to write about. Most are going to be really short... But I hope you guys enjoy them. ^0^ (Btw, I notice I do a lot of Izaya-centrics o-O I needa give Shizuo some more love D:!)