~***L E I A***~
A/N- So how does everyone like the story so far? Depressing, right? Poor Izaya-kun! *cries in corner* I feel so bad for what I'm about to do…
Disclaimer- I don't own Durarara!, neither Izaya Orihara nor the blonde in the story.
Chapter 2- D E T A I L S
~Illusions that seem to never end;
Falling through like an hour glass.
Shrouded by all these mysteries;
Warmth that feels so familiar.~
It hurts.
Looking at these drawings, sketches, and paintings of him.
It's been a few days and we all found out that someone at school was being bullied. So when he went to the party, he brought a gun, a lighter, and gas to kill everyone at the party; then only to kill himself.
He failed, as only two people died.
Himself; this is what he wanted.
But more importantly…
He died.
When he got shot, no one dared to help him. As for me… I was forced out of the party before I could even touch him.
It hurts.
There was no large assembly, no announcement, nothing happened after ward.
The world just carried on without them. Children still played at the park with their mothers watching from the sidelines. There were still people who murdered and committed suicide.
Only my world had gotten darker and darker.
I stare at the newest drawing, the one of him at his desk.
The class was now filling in with bustling students; break now finishing.
I'm gonna go back today.
Back to where he died.
~Praying to see an answer,
Among the broken lies.
If my words were to reach you;
What would you say?~
Later that day…
I walk in the deep, white snow in the forest. All leaves were scattered amongst the floor, having bland brown and red colors; all of the trees bearing icicles and deserted birds' nests.
I finally find the wooden cabin and step through the caution tape. The police had already left and now this place is considered a "not-safe" place. Whatever…
I slowly walk inside and take a look around; seeing all of my drawings and paintings here. I grabbed the scarf that he wore the day of the party, and wrapped it around myself, inhaling the scent of him. I loved it, and knowing it was the last thing connecting to him.
I've decided that this would be my new studio. I brought all my works here, hoping for something.
What exactly, I don't know…
No matter how much I want some sort of fucking miracle; that maybe, just maybe-
No. I'm not even going to say it…
I'm just going to paint.
I put the blank canvas on the easel and grab my paints.
Soon, I just let my mind wander. All of the thoughts about the blonde; wondering if he's in a place called heaven, or maybe just in a coffin, slowly rotting and degrading away. I wonder if they put flowers around him, I'm sure he would look lovely with camellias, and white carnations; or maybe with one single yellow chrysanthemum, one that I would gently put in his surely warm hands.
Without knowing, I'm painting what I'm thinking, grabbing more and more images.
I wonder what his coffin looked like. I bet it was something like a cherry wood; with golden inscriptions saying his surely wonderful name.
I wonder what his name is; so I leave that part blank.
I wonder what he was wearing.
I imagine a clean, cut, and crispy white button down shirt, exposing some of his surely muscular chest. With white slacks, and a tiny and warm smile; and eyes slightly open, as if he was just ready to go to sleep.
Or waking up.
I finally finish and step back to look at what I created and gasped.
Perfect.
Just so fucking… perfect.
It was my muse, my sweet. It's like he's looking right at me- no; inside me. Inside my soul, seeing my affections and slowly accept it, returning them.
The colors… it was the opposite of this drab, dull world of mine.
"My my. How beautiful."
I quickly turn towards the window, seeing someone outside, smiling at me with the same warm smile as the painting.
It was him.
My red eyes widen as he's staring at me with that heart-warming smile.
"You're so talented, Izaya-kun."
Is this happening? He's real, right? Wait-
He just said my name…
I think my face is getting more flushed by the second.
"Th-thank you… uhhh…" I can't look away, despite my embarrassment at stuttering in front of him.
"I see you found my scarf! You can keep it though, I don't need it."
I realize that he was wearing exactly what he was wearing in the painting, despite the cold weather.
"A-aren't you cold?"
"Nope. Not at all."
He's still staring at me… I feel so strangely happy that I smile after a long time now. I reach out to open the window and touch him, but then…
He disappeared.
Huh?
"I'm sorry, but I have to go now, I'll see you later Izaya-kun!" I heard him say, voice fading slowly.
I run out the door to ask for his name, and this was his response.
"Leia."
A/N- WHY SO SHORTTTTT! GRRRR! I'm so sorry for the shortness! I hoped you liked it nonetheless.
BTW! The next chapter will be dedicated to whoever guesses what "Leia" means.
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Until next time, sweet, beloveds
~Mikomi Ai
