A/N: You guys probably hate me right? I gave you two depressing chapters then disappeared :/ sorry! I had a touch of writers block but it's all gone now! And this chapter is a tad depressing too but it's all building up! Promise!

The Rain

The rain poured down in vicious torrents, slicing though the air and pelting down upon all those who happened to be caught in it. It was relentless, causing inconvenience to everyone but those too caught up in their own problems. Shizuo watched the rain fall from under a shops roof canopy, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in his chest. The pain that had been relentlessly digging at him wouldn't subside no matter how many hours or days went by. Swallowing the lump in his throat he ducked his head to look into the shop window for Tom. Work at least demanded most of his attention, so he was spared from torturing himself with thoughts of Izaya.

"Hey, we're all finished here, you can go home if you want" Tom brought his attention to him, correctly guessing that Shizuo didn't want any company. Tom didn't know what had happened but he decided it was best to leave it, however that didn't mean he wasn't worried. He had known Shizuo for a while now but he had never seen him like this before, it was just cause for worry. Nodding his head to Tom he turned and trudged back to his apartment. Replaying the moment when Izaya pulled away from him, the look on his face, and the pain he felt over and over in his mind. He couldn't help but think of it. He and misery had a long standing relationship. Sighing as he entered his apartment, he threw his wet clothes off and entered the shower.

The warm water that ran down his toned, aching body soothed some of the stress from him. Running a hand through his wet hair he smoothed it back, thinking of what to do. He had no clue what came next, he had taken the plunge and drowned so what was left? Where was his life supposed to go from here? He found it all tumbling out of control as he struggled to think of where he would be a few years from now. Drawing a blank he found himself wondering if Izaya was feeling the same way. Surely not though, he would have probably tried his best to forget about what had happened and succeeded. Izaya wasn't one to let this kind of thing fester, but for Shizuo it had taken up residence in his heart and stopped time for him. He found himself living day-to-day as though he were in some sort of purgatory.

Desperate for a way out he tore through his mind for a solution, and he found one. He needed an answer. He needed a straight answer from Izaya. If Izaya looked him in the eyes and told him that he was merely a pawn and nothing special then perhaps he could try to move on. Knowing that he was nothing special would reconfirm that his feelings would never be accepted so he could try and go from there. He had to take a bullet in order to live again.

Meanwhile Izaya was sorting through some files in his bedroom. He only kept a select few special cases there, namely files about Shizuo. Sitting on his bed looking through the surveillance pictures he resembled more of a lovesick teenager than a criminal mastermind. Pausing at one particular picture, he took in the sight of a newly graduated Shizuo, smiling brightly at his younger brother, golden hair shining in the sun and hands delved into his pockets in a carefree manner. Izaya had been there, he had started a fight with him that had wrecked the podium and caused chaos, but he wasn't thinking of that now. No. He was wondering why he hadn't taken the time to appreciate his smile, why he hadn't congratulated him or even taken a picture with him.

Shaking these thoughts form his head he threw the picture back into the vast pile. He wouldn't allow himself to think such things. He absolutely couldn't, he had already had this argument with himself. Allowing those kinds of feelings to take hold of him was definitely a bad idea. Besides Shizuo had probably forgotten all about it by now, how cruel of him. If he knew how much pain he was causing him, he would undoubtedly be happy. Who wouldn't? Izaya got up and tossed all the files on the floor, stomping out of his room he grabbed his coat and went to find somewhere he could drink himself into oblivion. He had never liked drinking because it messed with people's brains, and Izaya prized himself on being high alert at all times, but screw it he was throwing his rules out the window. Tonight he going to go to a bar and get drunk off his ass. He had absolutely nothing to lose.

Will these misunderstanding haunt them for the remainder of their lives and throw them into a downward spiral or will these two extraordinary people that break the boundaries of normalcy be able to overcome feelings they don't quite understand?

The End.

Haha no i'm joking, the volcano has yet to blow!

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