Durarara A-Z
AN: So here's another chapter. Gonna add breaks to start out with this time, lol. SO . . . Everyone write me reviews. I love hearing from the people who read my works. Nothing will offend me, so tell me everything that's wrong or right with my works. I'll try to update every weekend, or every other weekend depending on how busy I am with school and such. Don't hold me to that. Hope you all stick with this story till the end.
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Bittersweet- pleasure alloyed with pain
Izaya P.O.V.
I've been out of school for a while now. The teachers are starting to breathe down my neck, but I just can't bring myself to go back. My seat is, of course, right next to Shizuo's because honestly, where else could they possibly put us? The whole class is alphabetized, except for us. We always end up sitting next to each other, and no one else seems to find that odd. I'd call it stroke of luck, but it's more like the fiery depths of hell for me. I have to sit next to my love interest all day every day, and I can't so much as twitch toward him without him glaring me down and raising his fists. I can't bear the resent and hate that he shows toward me, rolling off him in waves.
Watching how he interacts with the patrons at The Devil's Corner, the strip club where he works, is starting to piss me off. He isn't particularly friendly to them, but he shows more of an interest and enjoyment when conversing with them than he ever has to me in all our conversations put together.
I never thought I would be the possessive type, but seeing him move on with his life, slowly getting more sociable, is grating on my last nerves. I am about to burst, and even I don't want to see what will happen when I lose control. I don't know what to do. I can't confront him, he doesn't know how I feel, and I can't let it go because it's slowly tearing my apart. I think I'm going to eventually lose my mind. I would rather die than have him ignore and eventually forget about me.
Shizuo P.O.V.
I don't think Izaya will be coming around anymore. It's been two months since I've seen him. I've found a routine, a pattern of sorts that I can settle into. I think my social skills are slowly but surely getting better. Now that the flea is gone, a lot of stress has left my life, and I've haven't gotten into any fights. With my reputation within society and school improving, people are actually starting to approach me. I thought that would never happen.
It is kind of . . . lonely? . . . No, unsettling to see the empty desk next to me every day. I wonder what would have led him to leave. Nothing readily comes to mind. He had enemies, but none that he couldn't handle. He made sure he always had some trick up his sleeve. I can't believe that my archrival would be such a coward as to run away from some petty street gangs. If he was that kind of pathetic person, I would be strangely . . . disappointed.
I am slightly put off that he ran away, so that I don't get my chance to finish him off once and for all. I enjoy my life now, but it's a sort of bittersweet satisfaction that came with the peace I have in my life right now. I never thought I'd not have the chance to exact my revenge. It never crossed my mind that he would not be here for me to duel with. As much as I tried to run him out of town, I never thought it would actually work.
I've started to notice that people are gradually forgetting about the flea. As more time passes, even I am starting to have trouble remembering our past fights. I never thought I'd see the day that Izaya's infamous reputation would start to fade, but other violent, rebel delinquents are starting to replace his record of misdeeds.
Izaya P.O.V.
The worst thing is happening. People are forgetting me. I don't know why this always happens, but when I leave for an extended period of time, people's memories of me become hazy. My own parents forgot about me when I moved here to come to school. I went home for winter break one year, and they thought I was a stranger. If that can happen to my own parents, I guess it's no surprise when everyone else follows suit.
I guess I just thought Shizuo would be different; that his hate for me would counteract the effects, but apparently not. I watch him stare at my desk in confusion, as if he's trying to remember who sat there and why they weren't there anymore. The teachers are coming by less and less to recruit me for exams.
My heart's breaking in two. Soon, I won't be able to repair the damage of so much neglect. I've starting becoming suicidal. I hate to admit my own weakness, but I fear for my own wellbeing. Without help, I'm sure to end up dead. It's pathetic. My whole life has come to nothing more than this. I never wanted this to happen, but I can't stop it. No matter what I do now, no one will ever remember in the end.
So, that wraps up another chapter. It's kinda short compared to some people's stories, but compiled together, I think this series will get to be pretty long. Hope you enjoyed it and will write a review. What will happen next? I guess we'll all have to wait and see. If you have any plot suggestions or changes, let me know; otherwise, have a good day. ATormentedAngel out.