Izaya looked down at the small boy and smiled gently and bent down in front of him so they could look at each other at eye level. Grabbing the scissors he saw earlier, the informant opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. Lunging forward he attempted stab him, but stopped midway and let the scissor drop to the ground.
"Not today, I don't have time to play with you."
The debt collector came out with toasts and saw Izaya with a smile but staring daggers at something in front of him.
"...Izaya."
The raven headed male's head snapped up when he heard his name and cheerfully walked to the blonde and took a toast. When he took a bite, he felt like barfing but forced it down his throat anyways. Smirking he looked up at the other male.
"How sweet of you, going out and making food for me. Who would've expected a monster such as you to do something like this?"
"Shut up and finish it."
It was a while since anyone made anything for him. So as bad as he think it tastes he ate the whole thing anyways. He thought about the words the mysterious person spoke to him about not giving up. Ignoring Shizuo's protest, Izaya turned on a laptop that was sitting there and looked through the news. What he saw was something he would never expect to receive.
Comments and words of comfort were online posted everywhere. Izaya heard footsteps behind him as he kept scrolling.
"Its okay to ask for help you know."
"Shizu-chan, are you the one speaking the other day?"
"Would it do anything if I said yes?"
"Hm."
Standing up Izaya went straight to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him he stared at his own reflection at the mirror and opened a drawer. His slender long hands hesitantly took out a bag of pills. His eyes looked intensely at medication and the side effects. May be fatal if overdosed.
"Izaya-san~ Planning to commit suicide now? Pathetic."
It was pathetic. He was the one behind screens of computer and phones convincing young teenagers to jump off buildings and such. Now he was debating to do it himself? But perhaps death wasn't a bad thing. It may even reveal peace and calm since the person don't feel anything when their dead. So, he did it.
Shoving about 10 or 11 in his mouth, he grabbed a cup in the bathroom, filled it with water, and let everything down his throat. He remembered about the recording from the TV, Shizuo's words, and caring words from the world. The informant laughed his head off and threw the rest of the pills back into the drawer. The blonde on the other hand, was not so amused. The door broke down and he found the shorter male on the ground laughing clutching his stomach.
"Izaya, whats so funny?"
"Ara Shizu-chaaaannn!"
Izaya stood up once again and grinned like nothing was wrong. He knew everyone in this world was faking. No one actually cared, after all they didn't even know who Divined Melody truly is. Once they know, all the hate will come back. Which was why he decided to show himself once and for all. Saying goodbye to this twisted world won't be so hard. As for Shizuo, he would be granting his wish wouldn't he? The informant bet that all this kindness he was showing was to mock him.
"Lets go back to my apartment, shall we? I quite miss it actually. I will allow you to even tag along if you like."
With bangs covering his eyes, Shizuo's warm hands grabbed cold ones. Pulling the informant over to him he used one arm to place his head on his shoulders. He didn't hug him and spoke in a low voice.
"Stop hiding it all by yourself."
Although he stayed in the position for about a minute or so, he got angry. Extremely angry. Pushing the other away, he glared up at the taller male with rage. Hiding it all by himself? As if he was hiding anything. What did the other know? Playing the nice act, it was sick. All of it was just sick. Turning around, he left the building and headed toward his apartment about to make the announcement to the world.
Shizuo couldn't bring himself to do anything. He only realized his own feeling recently, and he had no idea how to deal with them. He slapped himself around 45 minutes later for letting the flea go. Crap, he promised Shinra to look after him too.
At the meantime, Izaya grabbed the microphone from his apartment and headed toward the streets of Ikebukuro. Was the place always this crowded and large? He didn't know. He went to a rooftop (that actually wasn't that tall) and looked down at the citizens and people. Closing his eyes he already started to hear screams in his head but slowly but gradually started to sing his heart out.
Right now,
I can't even feel my heart
Right now,
Where are the things we hold
Who's here
Whos the fake and the real
Someone tell me, Just the answer please
Shizuo was running until he heard a familiar singing and a whole crowd of people. Everyone was muttering to one another at first about how Izaya was up there with a microphone. But hearing the voice and performance everything stared up in air some even with a few tears in their eyes. This time, the informant wasn't singing in riddles, but directly which made everything seem more sad. Walking slowly now, Shizuo made his way up the rooftop. When the song ended he whispered into the the informant ears.
"Open your eyes."
And he did. His eyes widened when he saw people looking up at him clapping and smiling with a few cheers here and there. Some people even shouted that he was amazing and should keep singing. Why? Didn't he do all those horrible things to the people? Wasn't that what he was known for? He then turned at Shizuo. Why was he here?
"Why?"
"Open your eyes, Izaya. People do care. And I'm here, well..."
Tilting the informants chin up he closed the space in between them and smiled. "I found out what I feel about you recently."
A clear single tear dropped down Izaya's cheek as he looked back at the crowd and the debt collector. His hands were warm. Was this what you call love? His shocked expression turned into a grateful one as he buried his head into the other male's shoulder. Oh and the fangirls. The fangirls. They won't stop screaming. Maybe, he was wrong. If this feeling can last, he would rather be alive than dead. His once dark and gloomy world had a crack of light in it.
The happy moment was soon ruined once the raven head male felt light headed. The pills. His eyes then widen in horror once he realized something. He didn't want to die. He wants to live. He want to laugh and have good times. He has people who cares for him. No, no, no...
His body became motionless.
Phew, I managed to find time to update. ^^ Feel free to tell me if you feel its a bit rushed~ I have a few more things in store though in future chapters :3