/I thank everyone who had read this, but please note that it won't end just yet! So please continue to read until I finish! I am SO HAPPY that people are reading and liking it. Don't mind me blabbing, this is my first ORIGINAL fanfic. So I am so happy that people like it. So I shall stop blabbing now and let my lovely and dear dear readers read my fanfic. :) /
Shizuo briskly walked down the stairs, in no hurry, wondering what just happened. Was Izaya for real? Did he actually think that he would forgive him? Even with such a touching story that made Shizuo want to laugh. But he didn't say 'Shizu-chan' once and looked pretty serious to me. Shizuo shook his head, fighting with his subconcious. Shizuo exited the building and took a breath of fresh air. At least Izaya would disappear if he was serious. Shizuo turned the corner, spotting the nearest bin so he could throw the stupid flea's jacket away. Shizuo almost had burst out laughing when the flea gave him his jacket, wanting to rip it up in his face. But he looked like he was already dead and quite solemn. Pissed off that the didn't, Shizuo held the jacket above the bin, symbolising his freedom, though he would never be normal. "Goodbye Flea, I'm finally rid of you." Before he let go there was a loud clap of a familiar gunshot, as if from a shotgun. It surprised him, unexpected as everything was slowly growing peaceful for the past year.
It was followed by a scream. Let go. Let go let go letgoletgoLET GO! Shizuo tried to urge himself. Only gang wars, not Izaya. He repeated, but remembering all the gangs, including Dollars was destroyed by an anoymous person. Driven by sudden curiousity, Shizuo clenched the flea's jacket close and made his way to the growing crowd. Fighting his was to the front. He saw the undeniable red shirt he saw a few minutes before. And the shotgun was still clutched in his hand, the the blood pooling around him and dyeing the red shirt even darker where the heart should be. So this is what he meant by disappearing…Fool. Shizuo baulked at the sight. "Izaya…" he whispered his name. Shizuo was sad, not angry that he didn't kill him himself; or happy that Izaya was dead. He was sad because he just fucking was. He wanted to scream at Izaya, telling him to come back, make him say that is was all a joke and go back to being the annoying flea he was.
The authorities came and so did Shinra, right behind Celty; who was notified by Shizuo. They taped the scene while Shinra stared, devestated and shocked, watching his friend get Ided and carried off in a bag. A timid newbie cop came up to the blonde, knowing full well who he was. "Excuse Mr. Heiwajima-san…" He tipped his hat and held out a letter. "This along with Mr. Orihara's shotgun and wallet was found. This is a suicide crime scene. Do you know what happened to him?" He was getting witnesses' recounts. "He said he was going to disappear, I didn't think he was going to suicide…" Shizuo trailed off due the the shock and sadness. The newbie swallowed hard, with an audible gulp. "He probably planned to jump but shot himself instead, he... the force from the shot threw him off the roof... My condolences?" The timid boy said uncertainly before hurrying away, frightened by the scene and Shizuo himself.