Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! Or its characters. This is a fan fiction made purely for the enjoyment of others.

This is a story inspired by the song "Dear You~Cry" preformed by Mai Nakahara.

Please enjoy.


Meeting had become routine for us. It was nothing we had actually agreed on, it was just something we did. I didn't really say much to him, he would do all the talking. Simply talking about school or friends. Not once did he ever bring up his family, however, he was extremely interested in mine.

"Do you have any siblings?"

That was the question he asked me. He was always asking questions, to that point at which it was actually annoying.

"Yeah, a brother."

He seemed slightly amused with my answer.

"Older or younger?"

As I said, annoying.

"Younger."

He smiled to himself as he tightened the grip he had on his knees. He never actually sat on the ground beside me. Meaning his ass never touched the ground. He'd always be perched awkwardly on his feet, usually with his arms around his knees, kind of like fetal position. He always sat that way. I figured he was germ phobic or something, but when I asked him about it, he simply smiled and said-

"The ground is where hobo's sleep!"

I knew he wasn't being serious, but he had effectively pissed me off. Basically because he was implying that I was a "hobo". He was always doing that. Purposefully trying to get me mad. Anyone in their right mind would try to do the opposite, considering my strength, and known the consequences of my anger. But he…he would always try to get me to that point. Sometimes, I would even chase him around the field screaming at the top of my lungs, but I never caught him, not once. Not that I even knew what I'd do if I caught him. Because, no matter how annoying he was or how angry he could get me, I didn't want to hurt him. I would chase him until my legs gave out, and collapse on the ground, by that time he'd be exhausted as well, and come sit beside me. I think that was the only time his body would ever touch the ground. He'd lay on his back next to me then we'd laugh. Laugh like we were high.

It was on a day like that one, that it happened.

He had said something annoying and I started the chase. We never left the field when we ran. It was like a rule to the game, stepping out of the field was like stepping out of bounds.

We ran and ran, until the sun began to set, and like always, we had collapsed on the ground. Laying side by side. At first he started giggling, which made me chuckle, and then the laughter exploded from our mouths at once. It wasn't like the laughter was fake, we were sincerely laughing our asses off. I suppose the concept of our relationship was funny to the both of us.

It was then, on that warm day when the sunset was so pretty, that as the cicadas cried

We kissed for the first time.

It was pretty quick at first. Just as his laughter began to die down, I started to stare at him, the way I often did. This time however, he didn't avoid my gaze. We looked into each others eyes for the longest time as we lay side by side, our bodies facing each other. And just suddenly, I couldn't hold myself back. I leaned over him, with my arms on either side of his body, and slowly, touched my lips to his.

They were soft, warm.

The greatest comfort I'd ever felt.

And just as quickly as it started, it ended. I pulled away, looking him straight in the eyes, waiting for some kind of reaction. Said reaction came in the form of him pressing his lips against my again, harder this time. And as those soft pale lips opened slightly, I lost control. I shoved my tongue into his mouth, turning my head slightly to the side for better access, and practically raped his mouth with mine. I licked and sucked anywhere I could reach, tasting everywhere inside his mouth. He moaned underneath me, sending heat shooting straight to my crotch as he starts grinding against me. I nibbled on his lower lip lightly, causing him to moan again, and just as I was about to kiss him again, he shoved me away. Standing up from his spot on the ground and running as fast as he could away from the field, away from me.

Within a matter of seconds, I was left alone. Sitting on my ass in an empty field feeling confused and hurt. Feeling rejected.

As the cicadas screamed and screamed into my ears, I had realized something,

I still didn't know his name.


Author's note's:

Chapter two is finished! XD It took me awhile, but here it is! I know it doesn't really seem like it now, but this is indeed, a horror fic. In which Shizuo is a little creepier than most people would think him to be. This isn't quite a supernatural kind of horror either. At least, not most of it, but that'll come in later.

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