Hi everyone ~
I felt like actually writing something for once and I asked some ideas from my friend. She told me to write something about seasons.
So, here I am, writing a fluffy five-shot about my favorite pairing growing closer as the year goes by ~
This is my first fanfic about this pairing, please enjoy ~
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara.
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Seasons
Spring
It started out as a normal day for the certain ex-bartender.
Shizuo had just finished his work for the day and he was walking through a park on his way home when he felt something fall on his head.
"Huh?"
The blond stopped walking in the middle of the road. A few small, pastel pink petals were gently falling down from the surrounding cherry trees on people, on the ground, on benches…
The pink was slowly and soundlessly covering the world around him
The blonde looked up, a couple of the petals landing on his face in progress. The sun was shining and some puffy clouds were floating calmly through the blue spring sky. He let his gaze wander around the park. He could see an elderly couple sitting on one of the wooden benches, a boy wearing a Raira uniform blushing as he shyly took the hand of the girl walking beside him in his own, few people rushing to get home from work and a mother leading her enthusiastic son by hand. Shizuo gave a small smile and went to lean on one of the blossoming trees.
What a nice day.
"Shizu-chan!"
What a nice day it had been.
Shizuo felt his body stiffen with anger at the voice of the person he had hated ever since high school. That damn fl-… No.
No.
He was going to pretend there was no flea. Because there wasn't. It was just Shizuo and the rest of the completely flealess world. He took a deep breath and forced himself to smile again and closed his eyes. Maybe the pest would go away if he didn't get the reaction he was looking for which most likely involved flying objects and screaming but that would just ruin the beautiful day, right? That's why Shizuo would stay calm and deny the very existence of the informant in a fur-trimmed coat until the said male would get bored and go away.
Shizuo knew that was just wishful thinking but a man can dream, right?
"Shizu-chan! It sure is a nice day, ne? ~"
He could hear the voice from right in front of him this time. Or not, since the only sound he could hear was the chatting of people in the park and the gentle gust of wind that brought more soft petals to caress his face. Yes, it was a nice day without any disturbances.
As long as he kept his eyes closed it would stay that way. Right?
"You're missing the whole day by keeping your eyes closed, you know. Though, what would that matter since I doubt your Neanderthal brain would be able to comprehend the beauty of this day anyway. Or maybe you-"
"Shut up, I'm pretending you're not here."
"…"
Huh… It worked. Who would've thought?
The blonde heard a couple of steps before a small 'thud' was heard (and felt by Shizuo's back) from the other side of the cherry three, causing a few more pink petals fall from above.
Nevertheless, Shizuo wasn't able to hear the voice of his nemesis anymore nor did he have a knife poking at some part of his body so maybe he could actually pretend Izaya wasn't there.
He took a deep breath in attempt to relax. It smelled like cherry petals with a hint of pollution of the city and, unfortunately but undoubtedly, the annoying yet unique smell of trouble that belonged to his greatest enemy.
Trying to keep up with his ignorance game, the blond opened his eyes to see the world that was starting to flood with pink.
He kept enjoying the atmosphere for a few more minutes before he heard the sound of rustling. He turned his head and sure enough, the informant had moved to stand next to him, as if it was completely normal and they did this all the time. Izaya had his eyes closed and the smirk on his face seemed less menacing and more relaxed. The wind was swinging the raven hair just a little and the light from the sun hit the lower half of the face that usually meant trouble while the upper half was shadowed by the tree they had their backs against.
Two reddish-brown eyes opened and met with the amber ones. Izaya's lips twisted into the trade mark smirk.
"Like what you see? I know I'm better than good-looking, but it's still rude to stare, don't you think?"
To the infamous informant's surprise the blond bodyguard ignored his teasing and turned his eyes to his hair and reached a hand towards him. Izaya flinched a bit, but instead of a punch, he only felt two fingers slightly touch his hair before leaving him. His eyes widened a bit and his brow rose in mild confusion. The taller man was holding a fallen petal gently between his strong fingers that could easily bend the pipe of a gun to point at the opposite direction if he felt like it or the situation called for it. Yet, there they were holding the delicate petal without causing any sort of damage to it. Izaya could swear he heard the male murmur the word 'annoying' before letting go of it and following its fall to the ground by their feet with his eyes.
Shizuo felt the flea's gaze and the striking auburn met with the calming amber once again.
The mutual confusion was obvious to both of them but it didn't stop them from staring at each other. It was almost as if they were searching for answers for their questions they didn't know the words for in each other's eyes.
Izaya was the one to break the awkward gaze and turn his head to look at the passing people instead, trying to ignore the weird tingling sensation all over his body while Shizuo studied the face of the smaller man for a moment longer before following his example. There the two males claiming to hate each other stood next to each other as people kept passing the park and cherry blossoms kept falling around them. No words were spoken since it wasn't like they would've been able to have a civil conversation anyway. Yet the silence became more and more awkward but neither of them could find the words to say that wouldn't result in one of their town-wrecking chases and thus ruining the so far peaceful day.
Feeling like the silence was slowly suffocating him, Izaya sighed dramatically.
"It truly is too nice of a day to waste here with Shizu-chan who seems to have lost the very last of his communication skills. Well, it was about time with that brain capability, I guess. Kill you later Shizu-chan! ~"
Shizuo watched quietly the man who had done so much to make his life miserable skip away from the awkward situation and leaving him to wonder what the hell had just happened.
"Though", he thought as he took a cigarette from his breast pocket, put it in between his lips and lit it, "maybe this day didn't turn out to be that bad after all."
Inhaling and exhaling some of the smoke, he started to make his way home while the pink petals kept falling still.
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A/N: Well, that was it for the first part. Sorry for the slow plot and possible grammar mistakes (English is not my native language). Reviews are greatly appreciated ~
A/N (6/21/2014): Rewrote some parts and corrected a bunch of mistakes.