(Title influenced by the song "Dog Days Are Over" by Florence and the Machine)
AUTHOR NOTES: Hello again! I got some reviews and follows on here, all good things. I will continue this story as well as ask for your opinions on each chapter. I love criticism, and I won't get angry if you tell me I'm doing something wrong. I'm new to writing fan fiction, as well as the Durarara fandom, so I hope I won't step on any toes ;) Enjoy!
There was no logical conclusion for how the recent events transpired, Izaya concluded as he stepped over a broken door frame. The color gangs weren't of any real threat to the city, and thanks to his careful supervision they were usually fighting amongst themselves. The government wasn't on the brink of war previously either, and if they were - he would know about it firsthand. It doesn't make any sense.
Izaya narrowly avoided a sparking wire as he stumbled over some broken streetlights. Straining to get up, he thought he saw something, but it was a sparking wire. He still couldn't escape that image of the red eyes, and how they were so near his apartment. It could be Saika, he thought, but how had it gotten so close? Is it possible for one of its followers to go rogue and cut whomever he/she wanted to? This would pose a huge problem considering everything that has happened so far, and could possibly make it much worse.
Crunching wasn't a sound he was used to hearing normally, as a group of school children ran past him yelling orders at each other. It seems like they are trying to find their families, which have been lost in the rubble. Do they know... he thought to himself, a hint of sadness escaping to his face at the thought. Possibly not, but they will learn soon enough. Humans always have room to learn, no matter the situation thrown at them. Children will cry, mothers will love, and brothers and sisters will hold on.
This mere thought of humans being exposed to sudden change twitched a smile onto Izaya's face. There will be so many outcomes! So many paths! The world they once knew is shattered and torn away, and they must handle it! He began to chuckle to himself as more children ran across the bent roads and sidewalks, tending to their friends and siblings.
Yet, he was fearful in the back of his mind. This means his world is shattered too, and how will the outcome influence him?
Or anything else he has influenced? He'll worry about that later, but first he will need to find more answers.
Sun getting lower, Izaya saw something in the distance. He began to walk, slowly scouting ahead for anyone or anything that might be trouble. Noticing someone laying on the ground, his interest was peaked. Was the person dead, he thought, but then he noticed with a gasp that they had blonde hair.
Izaya started running while being swarmed with an unsure feeling, and confirmed his thoughts.
Shizuo was the person laying on the ground. Before Izaya could react, he heard some voices from his right. He ran and stood behind a tall piece of concrete, listening to them approach.
"She kept up about some shitty eyes or something. I had to leave her back at our place, or what was left of it." one of the voices said. Izaya took a quick look and saw they were all wearing yellow. Fantastic... he thought.
"That's sick- wait... What's this?" Another said, while the rest mumbled to each other. Izaya peeked out around the corner and saw they were looking right at Shizuo, defenseless.
"Holy-... It's Shizuo Heiwajima!" he chuckled. "Out cold, by the looks of it..." He took out a knife from his back pocket and poked Shizuo's shoulder with it.
"Should we?" one asked
"We don't get many opportunities." another proclaimed.
They began to search his pockets inside out, taking out his money, wallet, and other valuables.
"I'd advise you not to do that." Izaya said, stepping out with a smirk on his face.
...pation.
