Hello there, my beloved subje... *cough* readers. I'm back! And here I bring you another chapter. And let the great god of gay porn bless all of us!
Oh, also I don't own Durarara.
Proverbs 10:7
The memory of the righteous is blessed, But the name of the wicked will rot.
"Ne, Shizu-chan, would you like to get back on Earth?"
It took Shizuo a few moments to actually process what Izaya just said, but when he did, he quickly stepped back, eyeing the smirking parasite cautiously.
"Flea, you aren't kidding, right? This is not some stupid joke you've prepared, only to make fun of me?"
The raven made a look of hurt innocence, covering his heart with both hands, before speaking.
"Me? Joking about important stuff like that? But it would be so cruel, Shizu-chan! How can you accuse lil' old me of stuff like that?"
Shizuo sighed. Normally, at this point he would already be throwing heavy objects at Izaya, but after having to deal with him for a week now, he was slowly getting used to his bullshit. Plus, once again throwing anything was a bit of on the harder side.
"Yes Izaya, you. I would love to see my family and friends again, but I know you a bit too long to believe in anything that comes from your mouth, just like that."
"Tsk, you're no fun Shizu-chan. Anyway, I was serious. C'mon, I've never said it's impossible~"
Winged bastard snapped his fingers, once again teleporting them.
"Really, you should feel honored, Shizu-chan. You're the first mortal ever allowed anywhere near Bifrost! Oh, the things I do for you, my little beastie."
They were standing on a round platform, which floated in an empty space. In the middle of it was a pond, full of boiling, black liquid which reflected the stars on its surface. When the flea approached it, however, it immediately calmed down, as if it was welcoming its long-gone master.
"What... Exactly is this, flea?"
"Silly protozoan, I've already told you! That's Bifrost, the Bridge of Light. Only using it it's possible to move between worlds. Or, you could just be me and teleport, I guess, but that doesn't seem to work for others."
"So... How does that thing even work? I walk into it and it just resurrects me? Doesn't seem very likely."
Izaya looked at him as if he was the dumbest person in the world.
"That's a bridge Shizu-chan. A bridge! Are you sure you are aware how bridges work? Of course it can't bring a person back to life. It's only for transport measures. Anyway, let's go, I'm sure you can't wait to see everyone again~"
Rage started to build in the ex-bartender when he listened to Izaya's lectures. Unfortunately, before he got a chance to answer him, the flea had already dived cheerfully into a pond, splashing black liquid everywhere. Shizuo didn't have any other option but to follow, still unsure if it is a great idea when he walked into the abyssal waters.
Shizuo gasped, only to fall into a feat of coughing, spitting water from his lungs. He was sitting on the grass, after emerging from a nearby lake.
"Hahaha, Shizu-chan, you look like a drowned dog! My, that's just hilarious. Such a pity that I don't have a camera. Oh, wait!"
The ex-bartender shot the deity a deathly glare, which only resulted in the latter's amused chuckle, as he materialized himself a cellphone out of thin air.
"Don't you fucking dare, flea. Anyway, where exactly are we?"
"Tsk, no fun as always. We are back in Ikebukuro of course! West Gate Park to be precise. Now, before we go, there is this little thing you need to be aware of..."
Before he got to finish, Izaya was interrupted by a group of teenagers who happily waltzed onto the shore. Shizuo tensed immediately, well aware how his very presence causes fear in others. On contrary to his expectations though, the group completely ignored them, cheerfully undressing and jumping into the water. The ex-bartender frowned.
"The fuck, flea? Care to explain?"
"Well, I would've if something hasn't interrupted me~. As I said before, Bifrost only works as a road. Other than that, you're still in the same state as in Nihil. In other words: dead. While you can see and hear everyone, no one is able to acknowledge your existence. They'll even walk through you."
So he was a ghost, huh? Well, it was even better this way, he supposed. He'll be able to see everyone, without causing them any trouble.
"And what about you? How come they can't see you?"
"Oh, c'mon Shizu-chan, I'm a god! I normally exist like that, that is if I don't take a material form. Don't you think that it would suck if every time I wanted to walk between humans, or just take Russian Sushi, like a few days ago, I had to explain why do I have wings on my back and how the fuck did I just get into a closed room, without opening the door?"
Huh, so even after he returned on Earth, there was still no chance of throwing anything at the flea. Shame. At least now he knew where that ootoro came from.
They had been walking around for more than half an hour, or at least he had been, winged parasite flying merrily few feet above the ground, when Shizuo realized they had walked into the cementary. He furrowed his brows and looked at Izaya questonningly. The god only hummed, leading him towards a particular pair of new-looking gravestones.
"It was Shinra's idea, you know. To burry us next to each other. Something along the lines of 'Hey, seeing how much they couldn't get along in life, how about we at least make them stay together in death?'. Pretty funny, ne?"
The sight left Shizuo entranced. Sure as hell, in front of him, covered in flowers and lamps stood his very own grave. While it felt weird, reading his name on the gravestone, it wasn't it that left such a deep impression on him.
Instead, what shocked him so deeply, was the second grave.
Izaya's grave.
Empty, lonely grave.
There was literally nothing on the flea's grave. It couldn't have been more than a week since the funeral, yet even the smallest flower didn't decorate the marble surface. God's gaze soon followed his.
"Oh, that. Looks pitiful, doesn't it? But don't worry, someone came to the funeral. Well, kind of. It was joined, so everyone was there rather for you than for me, but it still counts. And hey, it's not like anyone had a reason to grief over me."
Izaya grinned and Shizuo suddenly found himself pitying him. Even he, the monster of Ikebukuro, had someone crying after him. But for the flea there was no one. Not even his family liked him enough to mourn after him.
But that wasn't the worst. No, the thing was, Izaya didn't actually view this as a bad thing. He seemed completely unmoved by the fact that no one cared about him. Not even Shinra. Not even his sisters.
"Let's just go, flea. This place is depressing."
Done! I know it's a bit short, but worry not, another one will sooon follow. I originally planned to make this one longer, but decided to split it into two. I will post the second one probably even beofre christmas, so see you then~
