Summary: Izaya is a lonely soul, trying to make it through high school whilst desperately leaving behind the ghosts of his past. And also, coping with a secret love for Heiwajima Shizuo. What happens when they finally come face to face? Grow close, and unhinge their darkest secrets… and desires.
I do not own Durarara! Or any of it's characters. Characters in this fic will be slightly OC. Izaya, Shizuo and others will still have many characteristics as they do in the anime/novel.
Warning: Language, and yaoi.
R a i n
Let me tell you some things about humans.
Foolish, greedy creatures. They hate, they love, they feel sorrow they feel joy. They lie they cheat, they're heroic they're brave. They're strong and cunning, weak and frail.
They feel emotions.
Smiling…laughing.
I wonder what it's like, to show those emotions amongst friends and family… I wonder what it's like to show them around him…
Around Shizuo-kun…
Would he even notice me if I said a word to him? I've walked past him so many times… he's barley even glanced in my direction. Not like he would even be into a guy like me, or even guys in general. I sigh, and sip my tea that was way too bland for my liking. It needed sugar.
So did my life.
Bland, was how my life tasted. I'm a shy, apathetic teen to those who see me. I wear dark clothing, dark blue's and charcoal gray. My raven hair sweeps steadily over reddish brown eyes. Eye's that always look rested, as I listen to my music under a desolate tree, the only tree hidden in our schools field.
People chatter around me, laugh and run around like maniacs, but they never seem phased by me. In fact it's like I'm not even there at all, sitting against the tree's trunk.
I sigh deeply. If only they knew.
What kind of life I've been living the past three years.
It's funny. You're probably thinking- "Oh, this is a story about a lonely, emo high school boy, who's in love with a prince like, high school jock."
I assure you dear reader that it is much more than that.
I assure you that Shizuo is far from what he seems, as am I. People never take the time to get to know the real person you are. They love to judge you before they get to know you. Sadly, not many people have gotten to know me ever since I shut myself down. It's gotten so bad, all of my teachers never pick me for anything for class. Though they're never bothered by me since I'm practically an A student.
I'm just the guy who sits in the back of class, with a pen and notebook tucked under my desk where I proceed to cram poems into. Everything is hidden inside that little journal, and I would be damned if someday it was misplaced.
The school bell is right on cue with the rain drops that start to fall from the sky. I get up from my spot, adjust my sweatshirt, screw the cap onto my tea and grab my book bag.
I walk across the field and into the school. Right as I round the corner to my locker, I bump into Shinra.
"Howsit going?" He asked, a smiled brightly, I nodded back.
It's amazing how he's always in high spirits.
"How have you been feeling, Izaya-kun?"
Oh and, that's my name by the way.
"I've been… alright, I guess. Nothing new."
"I see… have you been getting any rest? You haven't been skipping around roof tops lately, have you?"
I scowled, "what are you, my mother?" I slammed the locker door after gathering up my books.
"I'm only trying to look out for you…" Shinra sighed, "But I guess it can't be helped, you know?"
Shinra and I walked towards art. It happens to be my favorite class, for many reasons.
One of them, being him.
I walked in the room, sliding into the desk at the back of the class. Shinra sat in the desk right next to me, pushing his glasses up with an index finger. I looked up at him and he caught my gaze and grinned cheesily back at me. Shinra has been my only friend, well of course there was his roomate- Celty-san. A mysterious girl though. I've never seen her without a bike helmet on…
Shinra has never really told me much about that…
"Oi, Izaya, let me borrow your markers?" Shinra asked, and I nodded.
"Yeah sure… let me just-" I started to ruffle through my bag and realized that my markers and pens weren't in there. I must have left the pouch in my locker.
"Shit, I must have left them in my locker," I said "I'll be right back…"
I raced out of the classroom, desperate to make it back to class on time. I rounded the corner to where my locker was-
Only to come smashing into the person dashing in front of me.
"Ehhg!" I said as I crashed to the floor, "Damn it… Um, I'm sorry…" I said as I looked up at the person I collided with.
And that person, was Shizuo…
Oh.
My eyes grew wide at the tall, broad boy who was above me. His blond hair had the perfect amount of tussle, and his golden eyes met mine.
My heart started to pound quickly.
"Fuck, no I'm sorry… I wasn't looking" he said, and reached out for my hand. I hesitated for a split second, to try and settle my mind.
Because all of this was happening so quickly.
He's actually… helping me. He's… looking at me.
"T-thanks…" I say, and I take his hand. It's soft and warm, absolutely everything I imagined.
"No problem" he said, brushing off his shoulder "I guess we were both in a hurry."
"Y-yeah…"
"Hm, we're in the same art class aren't we?"
"I believe so… I uh, I usually sit in the back." I murmured, but he still caught it.
"Oh, that's right! You're the one kid who's always drawing portraits."
I nodded. Still surprised that he actually knows of my general existence.
"You're arts pretty incredible. I usually just draw cartoons, characters from manga."
"Ah, I see…" I said. As amazing and perfect as this moment is, I realized that I have to get back to class. And I guess he does too.
"I actually was going to my locker to get my markers and pens…"
"Oh cool! I'll walk with you." He said. My chest hammered again…
He wants to walk with me…
"Yeah, that's fine…" I said, and awkwardly removed myself from the floor to head to my locker. He followed behind me silently, a few seconds later that silence was broken.
"So what's your name?" He asked abruptly, I stammered.
"Orihara Izaya" I told him, and the blonds lips turned up in a soft grin.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Shizuo- Shizuo Heiwajima."
"N-nice to meet you as well Heiwajima-san…" I said quietly, he laughed in return.
"Please don't be formal, just call me Shizuo."
"Oh… okay" I gulped. This is far too unrealistic.
We finally reached my locker, and I open it quickly- still have two minutes until the late bell rings.
He stands by me casually as I reach for my pen bag on the top shelve. I bend down to also get my tea I was drinking at lunch- only to hear a click-clack of metal hit the floor.
"Hey, you dropped this" Shizuo said, picking up the object from the ground. I turned my head to realize my switch blade has fallen out.
"Fuck" I winced, snatching it a little too quickly out of his hand, he looked surprised.
"It's okay man… I got one too…" Shizuo said, patting his front pocket.
"Sorry- I'm just a little paranoid… sometimes." I said, shaking my head. He probably thinks I'm a freak…
"Don't worry about it. Kind of funny though, you don't really seem like the type to carry such a blade around."
"Yeah… it's just kind of for self defenses. Just in case." I told him, "Sometimes I get jumped on my way home." I admitted. Yeah, I'm not really that invisible to others.
But… I'm not weak.
"Oh, I hear ya. It's not easy in this part of town I'll have to admit. I get jumped by a few thugs now and then."
Wide eyed, I looked back up at him.
"Really? I never would have thought… I mean you're just so…"
"Big, and intimidating?" He shrugged, "Yeah… I do get that a lot."
Well I bet. After all, he is standing at six foot one.
And I, am a merely five foot seven.
I looked at the blond for a second. Up close, he's a lot more mellow. His emotions are soft and almost timid. I always imagined him like this… as hard as he is to read.
I've always been able to read any human. I can tell when they're suffering, depressed, jubilant and such. But Shizuo, no. He's very difficult to read.
"… You there?" He said, waving a large hand in front of my face. I blinked, and shook my head a bit to try and eliminate the embarrassing fantasies surfacing in my mind.
"Sorry… we're late. We should probably go back to class-" I said, but he stopped me short.
"Eh… How about we just skip, it's just art you know, I doubt we're doing anything exciting."
"Oh… well-"
"Come on man, let's just hang out for the rest of the day."
"Hang out?"
Hang out. Nobody has asked me to "hang out" in three years.
"Yeah! Let's walk around the town. And even if any thugs come near us, I'll pummel their asses into the ground. Promise." He said, with a wide grin. I had to stop myself from blushing.
"Okay, sounds good." I admitted. Though I've never skipped before… there's a first for everything.
I followed the blond outside the door and onto the streets of Ikebukuro. The sun has finally come out from the dark clouds, and everything was looking lively.
I was feeling lively. For the first time I felt warmth- excitement. I'm here, free for the day, with him.
With Shizuo.
The love of my life.
