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As I said last chapter, this is the end of Tsuki and Roppi's story. Next chapter will be the start of Delic and Hibiya's. So I hope you guys enjoy this end!

WARNING: This story is rated M so it will contain boyxboy lime/lemon in later chapters. You have been forewarned.

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara or any of its characters.


Tsukishima & Hachimenroppi

Are you sure you want to delete Shirosukaafu from your buddies list?

The question on the screen seemed to mock his indecisiveness. In fact, why did it bother asking him that question? Of course he wasn't sure! His mouse hung between the "Yes" and "Cancel" buttons as he found himself with a dilemma.

He hadn't gone to see Tsukishima in three days. He hadn't even left his home, afraid that if he stepped outside his feet would automatically lead him to their café. And then he would no longer be able to deny the feelings stirring inside of him.

He loved Tsukishima. And Tsukishima loved Miaka, and Roppi was Miaka. So didn't that mean Tsukishima loved him? It all seemed so simple, but Roppi knew it wasn't. Reality wasn't as nice as dreams, and true love had never been shown to Roppi. Tsukishima might feel that way today, but would he still love Roppi after he learned the truth? Or many years later, when Roppi was old and ugly? Would Tsukishima still be able to say he loved Roppi even after the other day at his studio? After Roppi had run out on him and ignored him for days? Was his love really that strong, that real?

Hachimenroppi looked at the screen of his laptop, his eyes resting on the question that caused him so much confusion right now.

Are you sure you want to delete Shirosukaafu from your buddies list?

Sucking in a deep breath, Hachimenroppi guided his mouse to the "Yes" button and clicked as quickly as he could before he would change his mind.

The name disappeared from his buddies list the next second, and strangely, instead of feeling relieved like he thought he would, he just felt empty.

So very empty.


Tsukishima had really messed things up. Over four days had passed since he had last seen Roppi, and he hadn't heard from the raven since. I'm so stupid, Tsukishima thought with a sigh as he sadly looked out the rushing people bustling through the streets. Hachimenroppi had not come to the café since ever that night at the studio. And quite frankly, Tsukishima missed his company terribly.

Roppi was a unique person with dark secrets, Tsukishima could tell, and because of that, Tsukishima was attracted to him. He wanted to know more about Roppi. What he hid, why he hid it, did he hurt, and why couldn't he just ask for help? That last time he had worried this much about a person was when he had met Miaka. And stupidly, Tsukishima had gotten the two confused.

He thought it had been a coincidence how alike Roppi and Miaka seemed. And soon he started to feel attracted to Roppi, although he was supposed to be in love with Miaka. And like a fool, he had messed things up by doing the wrong thing and calling Roppi Miaka's name. He must hate me now, Tsukishima moaned in his head as he buried his face in his arms.

"Um, excuse me?" Tsukishima sat up, turning towards the auburn hair waitress who stood beside him. She looked worried, "Today, you seem a bit more depressed than usual. I was just wondering…is everything okay?"

He tried to recall whether he had seen this girl before and then remembered that she had been the waitress that had served him every time he came here. Hana-chan, he recalled was her name. He smiled reassuringly at her, "Thank you for the concern, but I'm alright."

Hana's brown eyes brightened as she returned his smile, "I'm glad to hear that." There was a slight pause as Hana thought about something. She then took in a deep breath and spoke, "Actually, I've been noticing you've been coming here a lot lately. And I was wondering…do you have a girlfriend?"

Tsukishima was taken aback by the question for a moment. The waitress looked at him with anticipating eyes and suddenly Tsukishima felt guilty. He knew he would never be able to return her feelings. After all, he already loved somebody else…

At that thought, Roppi's face suddenly popped into his head, and he blushed. How fickle he must be. He had always liked Miaka, since ever they had met he had liked her…but then Roppi had shown up and now…

Could I really have changed feelings so easily? Tsukishima thought. How could I so easily be attracted to someone else, when I had loved Miaka for over two years?

But there was just something about Hachimenroppi. And Tsukishima realized that before he had met Roppi, meeting Miaka had been on his mind, but once Roppi appeared, thoughts of Miaka had faded from his mind completely. In fact, he had hoped that Roppi was Miaka.

Tsukishima eyes widened as he finally realized what had been bugging him about Roppi since ever they met. It was like he was able to see things clearly for the first time. He then looked towards the waitress with a sad smile, "I'm sorry, but I already have someone I like. And I don't think I'll be able to love anyone else."


"You don't look good, Roppi." Hachimenroppi looked up at the screen of the PDA his friend held with bleary eyes. His eyes were puffy and red from constant crying and lack of sleep. He was paler and hadn't eaten much the past few days, the malnutrition beginning to show in his slightly sunken cheeks. He wasn't surprised to see the evident concern on his friend, Celty's, face. She was always a caring, sweet person.

Roppi had meet Celty through a mutual friend years ago. The two of them hit it off right away when they shared their love for books. Their friendship with each other only grew when they confided in each other their problems. Celty learned about Roppi's insecurities and his inability to understand love, and Roppi learned about Celty's disability, her muteness. She had been born unable to speak and because of that her parents cast her out, thinking she was a failure. It was just like Hachimenroppi's parents with his illness. But Celty had been lucky enough to be taken in by some old friends of her family who cut ties with her parents afterwards. She had ended up marrying their son. And while she was happy and content with her life, she understood Roppi's pain of not feeling loved by his true parents. And she knew that Roppi was not as lucky as her; so she tried her best to encourage Roppi to find his own happiness.

"What happened?" she typed out.

Hachimenroppi bit his lip, unsure of whether to tell Celty about his problem or not. He usually never shared information about himself with anyone, but this was Celty and he trusted her.

"I messed up Celty," he bemoaned as he buried his face in his hands. He was tempted to cry, but he would never be that weak in front of someone else, even if that someone was Celty. In fact, if Roppi thought about, the only person he had ever cried in front of was Tsukishima. But thinking of that only brought the memories of the night in Tsukishima's studio back, and Roppi muttered, "I should have never gotten close to him." At seeing the confused look on Celty's face, Roppi went on to tell her all about Tsukishima: how the met through the email, the offline meeting, him hiding the fact he was Miaka, and what had happened in Tsukishima's studio.

Celty listened patiently, having the right reactions at the appropriate places. Soon Roppi reached the end of his story, and Celty was quiet and contemplative as she folded her hands in her lap and thought over what Roppi had shared with her. She then picked up her PDA and started typing out, "Roppi, what do you think of Tsukishima-san?"

"What do I think…?" Roppi trailed off, his mind wandering to all the adjectives he would use to describe Tsukishima. Endearing. Adorable. Funny. Hardworking. Creative. Free spirited. Happy. Untainted. Roppi leaned back on his couch, feeling a sting pierce his chest. To him, Tsukishima was like the sun, always shining brightly and being a guiding star in the morning. In contrast, Roppi saw himself like the moon, hidden in the dark, pale and washed out. Tsukishima was day whereas he was night. Tsukishima wasn't tainted by darkness like he was. "I think…" Roppi started slowly, his eyes staring sadly at the wall. "I think he deserves more than me."

Celty frowned at his negative statement, wanting to say that Roppi should give himself more credit, but her friend turned to look at her with his scarlet eyes full of sadness and pain and she couldn't say anything. "Just look at me, Celty," Roppi muttered as he turned away. "I am a pathetic human being that nobody ever loved. I don't even understand love. I-I—" Roppi took in a deep breath, trying his best not to cry. "I wouldn't know how to love him properly. And he…he deserves more than that. He deserves someone who can love him like he'll love them. Not someone like me who just keeps hurting him."

"Roppi," Celty began to type out, but stopped as Roppi placed his hand over hers. He shook his head, sadly smiling.

"Please don't try to encourage me, Celty. Don't say I deserve him."

"But Roppi," Celty started again before she paused. She really did want Hachimenroppi to be happy, but she also didn't want to force him to do what he didn't want to. But by the sound of it, Tsukishima loved Roppi. Why didn't Roppi just tell him the truth? Why didn't he want to be happy with his love? But a little voice in the back of the head told her the reason. He's afraid. And part of her understood that. She, too, at one point her life was afraid of love. If it hadn't been for her husband, for his family that took her in…perhaps she would have been just like Roppi. Afraid to love and be loved. Because you couldn't be hurt if you didn't feel anything.

"Celty." Celty was startled when Roppi suddenly grabbed her hands in his, her PDA falling from them. She looked at her friend with wide eyes, seeing the amount of emotion in his scarlet eyes. Pain but there also was certain decisiveness in them. "Celty, can you do me a favor?"

She tentatively nodded, wondering what her friend wanted her to do. "Celty, would you meet him in my place? Will you say you're Miaka?"

"!" Celty backed away for a moment, shocked by his request. Sensing her hesitation, Roppi went on to explain, "Please Celty. I'm sure if he thought he really met Miaka…he could forget about me. And as Miaka, you could tell him you don't feel any more than friendship for him and then maybe he'll…he'll give up…" Roppi's voice became lower and depressed at the last part as he looked at the ground. But then he took in a ragged breath and looked back up at Celty, determination in his eyes. "I just need you to make him forget about me. Please Celty."

Celty was a bit reluctant to agree as she bit her lip with worry. She was torn between wanting what was best for Hachimenroppi and what he wished. She was supposed to be his good friend, so she only wanted to help him. Sighing with defeat, Celty nodded her head.


Tsukishima looked at the time on his cell phone. Five fifty-seven. It was almost time. His mind briefly wandered back to the vague, and sudden, email he had received from Miaka the other day.

Hello Shiro-san,

I'm really sorry about missing our last meeting. Please let me make up to you and explain myself. Meet me at the same place at the same time tomorrow afternoon. I'll be the girl wearing the red scarf.

-Miaka

Tsukishima wondered why Miaka all of sudden wanted to meet. It had been over a month since they had talked. He wondered if… So caught up in his thoughts, he didn't notice when a shadow was cast over the table as someone stood beside it. A hand tapped Tsukishima's shoulder. His head spun to the side, caught by surprise. A very beautiful woman stood beside the table, smiling softly at him. Her hair was a slight dark auburn color, her eyes a deep green-blue which complimented her creamy white skin. She wore a simple black dress that fit her quite nicely with a red scarf around her neck. She was beautiful, he couldn't deny that. And he wondered if she was really Japanese.

"Hello there, Shiro-san. I'm Miaka." Tsukishima was a bit surprised when he saw her pull out a PDA and type on it then show him the message on the screen. "I'm sorry I have to communicate this way, but you see, I am unable to speak."

"You're mute?" He hadn't been expecting that.

She nodded, smiling apologetically as she took a seat across from Tsukishima. She typed out something else. "Are you surprised?"

"A little," Tsukishima admitted. He looked at the mysterious girl across from him, wondering why she was here.

"Is something the matter, Shiro-san?" Tsukishima blinked, realizing he had been staring at her for quite a while. She shifted uneasily.

"Ah, no, it's just that…" You're not what I expected. He finished in his head. He let out a sad sigh as he was slightly disappointed. He had hoped that…well, it made sense that he wouldn't want to be here. He looked back at the girl across from him, who looked confused by Tsukishima's reaction. Tsukishima gave her an apologetic smile, "You're not Miaka, are you?"

The girl's eyes widened with shock, probably not having anticipated being found out. But then a small smile spread across her face. "You're right. I'm not Miaka. How did you know?"

"Because," Tsukishima started as he thought of the raven that had filled his mind with a soft smile. "I don't feel anything towards you."

The smile on the girl's face grew a bit. Tsukishima found he kind of liked this girl. She seemed like the kind of person he could be friends with. But right now wasn't the time to get to know her. He had to find him. "I'm sorry," Tsukishima started to get up from his seat. "I need to go find someone."

But the girl grabbed the sleeve of his shirt, stopping him. "Wait," she typed. "I just have one thing to ask you."

Tsukishima looked down at her green-blue eyes, seeing the seriousness in them. "Yes?"

"Why did you keep waiting?" she asked. She was curious. Miaka hadn't talked to him in over a month, yet he still came to this meeting and he had waited every day before.

She was a bit shocked when Tsukishima gave her that dazzling, happy smile of his. She could see why Hachimenroppi loved him. He was bright, someone that could give Roppi some light in his life. "Because he was worth waiting for."

The girl smiled at him again. "I see. May I have a piece of paper, Shiro-san?" Confused but obliging, Tsukishima took a piece of scrap paper from his bag and handed it to her with a pen. She scribbled something onto the paper and then handed it to Tsukishima. He looked down at it and smiled gratefully when he saw what she had written.

"Thank you," he looked back up at her, his thanks showing sincerely in his eyes.

She nodded her head in acknowledgement before typing out something else, "Just promise me you'll take good care of him."

Tsukishima smiled reassuringly at her, "I promise."


Hachimenroppi looked at the clock, wondering how the meeting between Celty and Tsukishima was going. I wonder if he has finally given up on me, Roppi thought with a bitter smile. It's better if he did.

He felt like he should get up and go about his normal life, but all Roppi really wanted was to just sit on his couch and not do anything else. He didn't have the energy to do anything. He had thought that by cutting ties with Tsukishima, he would solve all his problems. But now he just felt unsatisfied and lonely. Did I really depend on Tsuki-san's company that much? Roppi thought with a frown. He tried to think of what he did during his free time before, but realized he had spent most of it talking with Tsukishima, reading something Tsukishima suggested, or doing something that in some way related to Tsukishima.

Somehow without realizing it, he had built his life around Tsukishima, and now that Tsukishima was gone there was nothing to fill the gap.

Sighing, Roppi turned to look out his window, watching the sun lower from the sky as pink coloring filled his room. It was almost beautiful in a sad way as he recalled how he had compared Tsukishima to the sun. Now the sun was disappearing and soon darkness would fill the room, and Hachimenroppi would be left alone in the dark. He felt so lost again, like he had two years ago when he had tried to take his life. But this time, there was no one to save him.

Drowning in his thoughts and dark feelings and feeling a bit dazed, Hachimenroppi almost thought it was a trick of his imagination when he heard a faint knock at his door. But soon the pounding became a bit louder, breaking him from his thoughts. He figured it must be Celty, done with the meeting and coming to tell him how it went.

"Coming," he called out as he got up from his couch, heading towards the door. As Roppi moved to open the door, he questioned, "Is that you, Celty? You know, you could have jus—" He stopped midsentence as he swung the door open and realized that the person standing on the other side was not Celty.

Even though it had only been about a week since he had last seen Tsukishima, Roppi was still enraptured by his appearance. Tsukishima seemed a bit taller as he loomed over Roppi in the doorway, his arm having moved to hold the door back lest Roppi shut it in his face. His blonde hair was disarrayed, choppy bangs falling above steely crimson eyes that stared straight at Hachimenroppi. His chest heaved slightly with ragged breaths as sweat dripped down the side of his face, showing he had probably run all the way here. But despite all that, he still looked as dazzling as he had the first time Roppi laid eyes on him.

"Roppi-san," he started, moving towards the raven. Reacting, Roppi flinched away, shaking his head as his eyes widened with shock.

"What are you doing here? How did you—" Roppi paused in his question as he realized Celty must have told him where he lived. Roppi shook his head again, placing his hands against Tsukishima and trying to push him away, "You need to leave, Tsuki-san. I-I—"

"I know that you're Miaka." Tsukishima interrupted him, his expression serious. Roppi stopped his actions, his eyes widening further as he began to tremble. There was no way he knew. Roppi turned his head up to look at Tsukishima, and the look in the blonde's eyes told him he did know the truth.

"But how—"

"I have only ever fallen in love with one person in my entire life," Tsukishima said as he walked into Hachimenroppi's home, shutting the door behind him with one hand while the other grasped Hachimenroppi's. "And I still love that person."

Hachimenroppi felt his cheeks heat up with embarrassment and happiness. He felt his heart beating faster in his chest, and he was suddenly very conscious of the hand that held his. But he kept shaking his head, trying to back away from Tsukishima, but the blonde didn't let go of his hand. "Tsuki-san…I—" Roppi could feel the tears threatening to fall. "I—"

But Tsukishima silenced Roppi with a chaste kiss. It was nothing like the one he had given Roppi the night he had been drunk. It was sweet and gentle, their lips molding together perfectly before Tsukishima pulled away slowly, a smile playing on his lips, "That should have been our first kiss."

Hachimenroppi was sure his entire face was red up until his ears. His mouth moved but no words came from it. His felt his legs shaking so badly that he was surprised he was still standing. And the tears he had tried so hard to hold back pooled in the corners of his eyes, streaming steadily down his face. Tsukishima became shocked and troubled. He hadn't meant to make Roppi cry. "Roppi-san, I'm sorry," he quickly apologized as he brought Roppi into the circle of his arms. "Please don't cry."

"W-w-wh-why?" Roppi stuttered as he took in uneven breaths. Why was Tsukishima here? Why was he stirring up all these feelings inside Roppi? Feelings that were so foreign. Feelings that didn't make sense yet felt so right. And why did Roppi suddenly feel secure? He had always distrusted humans because of his past. He had always hated them. And most of all, he always hated himself for being this way. But then Tsukishima had saved him from all those dark feelings, saved him from himself. And here he was, saving him yet again. "Why do you love someone like me?"

"That's the funny thing about love," Tsukishima murmured as he smiled softly down at Hachimenroppi. "You just can't explain it."

Hachimenroppi couldn't help but faintly agree in the back of his mind. None of this made sense enough to put into words, but he knew the feeling was just right. Love was a pretty funny thing, and it was hard to deny it now. "It's not a good thing to love me," Hachimenroppi whispered in a sad voice, his eyes downcast.

"Why do you have so little faith in yourself, Roppi-san?" Tsukishima asked as he pulled Roppi away from him enough to stare seriously down at him. "To me, there is no one else but you. No one else I can love."

"But," Roppi started, feeling his heartbeat quicken even more by Tsukishima's sudden confession. "I don't even know how to love."

But Tsukishima didn't seem bothered by this. In fact, that dazzling smile of his just broke out across his face as he leaned forward, his breath hot against Hachimenroppi's skin. "I'll just have to teach you then, won't I?"

Before Hachimenroppi could respond, Tsukishima kissed him once again, this time more passionately as he gently cradled Roppi's head with one hand, his fingers threading through his raven locks. The other arm wrapped around Roppi's waist, holding the smaller man's body close to his. And this time, Roppi responded, throwing his arms around the blonde's neck to bring their lips closer together. He noticed that Tsukishima tasted of chocolate and the buttery taste of cookies. And Roppi couldn't help but smile against their kiss.

Hachimenroppi was still a little afraid of being in love, but perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing to fall in love if it was Tsukishima he was falling for. Because being there, in Tsukishima's arms, he had the strange feeling of completeness.

And he felt loved. So dearly loved. And honestly, he found he quite liked the feeling.


Um, sorry to those who were expecting lemon. ^^' I do plan on adding lemon to this story eventually, but honestly it seemed a bit wrong to add a lemon scene to Tsuki and Roppi's story. Their story was just meant to be kind of fluffy and cute, and I couldn't find the right place to add lemon in so I just decided not to do it.

But I hope you enjoyed Tsuki and Roppi's story! They are just so cute, and I'm a little sad I finished their story already. But I am excited to work on Delic and Hibiya's! Their story will be dramatic and have a little angst, which I love writing, so please look forward to it! :)

Thank you so much for reading and reviewing!

-Xaleria