Title: Inevitable
Day & Prompt: Day 1 (4/13): Break Up
Rating: T
Warnings(*please indicate if it's sfw/nsfw): SFW
Side Pairings(if applicable): Shinra/Celty (mention)
Summary: Perhaps if he wasn't the way he was, and they didn't met the way they did, maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't have to end it like this. "I'm convinced I met the love of my life at the wrong time, what a tragedy that is."


"If you think you could just scare me off like that, then you're terribly wrong. I'm not afraid of you, Shizu-chan. Never have and never will be."

Izaya remembered those words well. They echoed through his head daily. Over and over, it was a non-stop mantra. He remembered how rough lips touched his in a heated passion. He remembered the way his hands felt holding him close, and how the world seemed to stop for an ephemeral eternity. He remembered every detail on that brute's body, from his hair and face to his feet and toes. He remembered everything in such a way that it seemed more like he couldn't forget anything, no matter how hard he tried.

Scowling with eyes shut tight, he buried his head deeper into his arms, sitting on his unmade bed with his legs tucked up.

'Where did it all go wrong?' A saccharine voice asked as his mind began to wander aimlessly.

'Where did it all begin to fail?'It continued, unrelenting.

'It was doomed from the beginning,' he answered himself. The voice wasn't an 'it'; the voice was a 'he'. It was his own voice asking, and therefore it was own voice answering.

'Why? What went wrong?'

'I did.'

He and Shizuo had broken up two weeks ago. They had dated for about half a year, until it came to a sudden end. Not due to something as trivial a fight, they had those daily, all in good nature. No, it was due to something much pettier or perhaps not so insignificant, since it dealt with the feelings of one Orihara Izaya.

Yes, Orihara Izaya dumped Heiwajima Shizuo two weeks ago after school out of cowardice and incomprehensible fear.

The altercation in itself, however, showed none of those emotions. Instead, it showed a much crueler sight.

"You're…breaking up with me… Aren't you…?" Shizuo said emotionlessly, his face blank and void of any feelings. The question was more of a statement than the other way around. This reaction unnerved Izaya as he swallowed the lump in his throat, refusing to let the immaculate smirk fall from his lips. He convinced himself that this had to be done, that this relationship was too risky and highly incompatible. That the circumstances weren't right, that they weren't right.

'What is he feeling? I can't tell, I can't tell at all. I can't predict what he'll do' He screamed inside his head, feeling the hairs on the nape of his neck stand up as a single shiver ran down his spine.

Coolly, without a crack in his mask, he replied with a curt, "Yes, I am."

"Why? Is it my fault? Did I do something wrong?"

"Of course it is, it's because Shizu-chan's such a monster that I couldn't stand being with him any longer," he immediately said hastily, tone cold and mocking, but those scathing words couldn't be any farther from the truth. Usually, when Izaya told lies, they were smooth and said without a second thought, but this one caused a painful constriction of his chest and a pounding of blood in his ears. If Shizuo had stood any closer, perhaps he would have seen how Izaya's breathing was labored and uneven. That he was lying, but perhaps maybe not, Izaya couldn't tell.

"…"

"It's obviously all Shizu-chan's fault, haha, I mean did you honestly think this was a serious relationship? I was just playing with you the whole time, but I'm bored now so you're useless to me. Try not to take it too hard, it's your fault for actually believing that anybody would want to be with someone like you," Izaya continued, his voice mocking and merciless, trying to get a reaction, any reaction, out of the other. "You're not human, and therefore I can never love you. You're a monster, and I will only ever hate you with all my being."

Still nothing. Shizuo was just standing there, as still as a statue, his head bowed and bangs covering his eyes. His lips were in a thin line, and his fists were clenched. His shoulders weren't shaking and there was no anger emanating from his body, however.

'I can't read him. I can't read him. He's unpredictable. I can't understand him. Inhuman. I can't read him. I can't love him. Monster. There's no way. I'll be killed in the end. I'm going to die.'

"You're really the worst," He said, unsure of whether he was addressing himself or Shizuo, "I don't ever want to see you again, so stay away from me and I'll stay away from you, ne?" The raven turned around and began striding away, trying to keep his steps light and casual, but with each foot, it felt as if a pound was being added into the soles of his shoes. His body, his heart, was screaming at him to turn back, to take it all back, to tell the blonde that it was a lie, that it wasn't his fault, it could never be. However, his mind pushed on, trampling over both hearts, until he was completely out of the other's sight.

'I'm not going to turn back. If I do, that means I regret what I just did, and I can't possibly have something like that become my past and then my God.'

Days passed, and for ever single one of them ever since he broke up with the other, he's been locked up in his house, in his room, in no mood to go to school. It wasn't like he needed to worry about his grades, and his attendance never bothered him. He was staying home because he refused to see Shizuo; he never wanted to see the blonde's face ever again. He wasn't ready, his heart felt like it's shattering and his stomach felt like it was turning inside out. He was a complete mess and he knew it.

The raven haired man knew, from the moment he said that it was Shizuo's fault they were breaking up, that the true culprit was actually himself, a man with a terribly fragile heart that he deplored with all his being.

"I was the one that broke up with him, yet I'm the one grieving and wishing it never happened. I'm such a coward, haha, I'm such a coward that it's laughable, really! Who am I even trying to fool here?" He rasped out, chuckling weakly.

'Yourself,' the voice responded.

"Ah, I'm convinced I met the love of my life at the wrong time, what a tragedy that is."