"Izaya?"
Shizuo looked at the limp body in his arms and shacked it lightly.
"Oi, Izaya!"
Receiving no response, he fumbled for his phone only realizing he didn't have it. Shouting over the crowd to call an ambulance, everyone hurried to dial an ambulance. The debt collector wondered what went wrong during the performance. Everything was going well, even Izaya seemed happy until the final moments.
The blonde carried the raven haired male to the ground and let the medics take care of the rest. Everyone who was gathered there wasn't sure what to exactly do. Some left, others continued video taping, and some just stood there watching the scene unfold. He, on the other hand, went inside the mobile going to the hospital with the unconscious male.
Even after reaching the hospital he was forced to be in the waiting room. Being a debt collector, he didn't have much patience, but he waited. What seemed like hours a nurse finally motioned him to go inside the room. Every step he took seemed heavy as he peered into the room with anticipation. He turned his head to the doctor waiting for an explanation to be given.
"His condition doesn't seem too good actually. We think its a result of overdose of pills, and it could take days or years for him to wake up." The doctor looked away as if not mentioning one part and walked out.
He stood there speechless. Shizuo felt his heart sank just a bit as he saw tubes stuck onto his once sworn enemy's pale skin. The debt collector grimaced at the sight and sat down on a nearby chair staring at him. Just when he thought everything was finally going well, this happens? When did the raven head even dose himself with pills? He blinked a little in realization.
The bathroom. He thought it was a little odd how he was taking so long in there. Laughing on the ground for no particular reason isn't something a normal person would do either. Face palming himself, he muttered curses under his breath before looking up at the victim who was laying on the bed. At least he seemed peaceful in sleep. No pain, no worries, just peace.
He visited day after day, week after week, and even months. Each time he came, the male he came to love grew skinnier and paler as if he had no life in him at all. Every day, the blonde would sit besides him, talk about the new events going on about Ikebukuro (since he knows the informant likes to keep track on daily news), and even just talk about the random-est of things. He wonders if he can hear him at all. And each day he would always mutter a small "I love you" no matter how embarrassed he felt saying those three precious words.
Half a year passed as the doctor and everyone else showed no signs of recovery. Until one fateful day...
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Shizuo leaped from the chair from the machine's sound and the slight movement from the pale hands he was watching for day by day. Doctors and nurses rushed in, pushing the blonde out of the room as they got to work. They scrambled to work as they glanced electrocardiogram to make sure the patient was still alive.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The sound was getting quieter and the doctor sweat dropped, cursing loudly once. Rapid hand movements were made as they tried to save his life. A finger of the male laying on the bed twitched again and moved as if trying to make out a word. But everyone was too busy working to ever notice that.
Beep... Beep... beep... beep...
They tried. Every trick they used didn't work, and the workers even went for the ones that took risk and careful accuracy. Running out of options the doctor pumped air into the mask and looked at the machine once more.
beep...beep...
Silence. Everyone in the room stopped as they held face of disappointment and a bit of sadness. Taking out the tubes and mask, a group of nurses placed a white sheet over the raven head. One life was gone. Opening the door, they strolled out and greeted a blonde who was full with panic. No one had to explain to him what happened as he saw the evidence himself.
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. It took a full three second to process what was happening as his expression was a mix of horror and grief. He grabbed the doctor by the neck and pinned him on the wall.
"Aren't you a doctor? DONT YOU SAVE PEOPLE? WHY DID HE, why did he... DAMMIT!"
He dropped him to the ground as the male in front of him held his neck coughing with a sorry expression. Letting his bangs cover his eyes, he watched them carry the body away. When he finally found someone that he thought he could cherish forever, he was gone. Why didn't he notice it earlier? Just... why? It didn't have to end this way. Nothing should have ended the way it did.
Punching the wall behind him and making a crack, he used his other hand to cover his face. Warm droplets of liquid fell onto his hands. It felt horrible. What was left in his mind was only regrets and reminiscence of their carefree past. Lifting himself off the wall, he walked slowly out. It seems like his shoes were made out of lead today.
Time Skip :c
Its been only a little over a week since his death as Shizuo trudged his way to the funeral. Hah, if only Izaya could see how much people would attend his funeral he would be surprised. And the blonde would love to record his reaction. As the meeting started and went along, Shizuo decided to sing a song for him in front of his grave. No it was not his own, it was Divined Melody's, or so to speak, Izaya himself. Looking cool while shrugging he masked what he was really feeling and took the microphone. But soon he found himself breaking apart.
(Part of the prologue remember? ^^)Everyone who was there stood in shock as they heard the song. Tears were dripping down audience's cheeks as they watched. The song wasn't sad, not at all, but it was because how he was trying so hard. His voice was cracking, his hands in fists, however the man still stood firmly singing despite what he had to go through the past few days. It was barely enough time for him to grin and act like his usual self.
When he sang the final words, the knife in his heart deepened. The words that the songwriter wrote was something that was hidden in his mind all along. His legs finally gave up and he sat down at the cold ground clenching his teeth letting the rain cover his tears. Everyone was silent as they watched the strongest man of Ikebukuro breaking down. Using the last ounce of strength he had, he sang those last verses. The verses he so desperately wanted to say.
"Grant me one wish... one.. wish only... Let me.. see you again.."
After a few more hours the ceremony ended. One by one, everyone left and Shizuo ended up staring at his grave alone in the dark of the night. Will he forget these feelings? Would these feelings he held on so dearly disappear just like how he did? Only time will tell.
5 Years Later
Its been a while since he came and visited. Looking at the sky, the debt collector looked through his phone. Everyone can still vaguely remember who Divined Melody was, or how he was like. Sighing he walked up to the cemetery wondering when was the last time he came here.
"Hey flea, its been a while huh?"
He could just imagine the smirk on his face as he would have some kind of witty annoying response back. Such as how odd it was to ask him that question. Or say how sweet the blonde was in an extremely sarcastic tone. Sitting down on the ground, he looked straight at the grave. Shizuo sighed silently as he tried to remember the precious feelings he had for him.
Time is truly a scary thing.
"Papa?"
With a confused expression on his face, he turned his head toward the sound and was greeted by a mini-version of... Izaya?
"Papa! Papa!"
The child was wearing a fur coat that resembled the person he knew so well, except it was white and pink. Everything was the same, excluding the size and voice. He also had white matching headphones on his head that had pink wires. What?
"Mama said Papa was an idiot so I need to introduce myself. I'm Psyche!"
"Eh? I don't think I'm your papa.."
The child so called Psyche had a face of disappointment. He ran up in front of Shizuo and was tearing up.
"Not.. Papa? Mama said you had blonde hair... and is called Shizu-chan.."
Shizu-chan? The only person who would call him that was... but that was impossible. But then, who was exactly this child?
"Psyche... who is your Mama?"
He shook his head. "I don't know... but I remember Mama said Papa better not forgot about him and also sent a message!"
Psyche held a piece of paper in his tiny hands. Extending it to Shizuo he dropped it on his hand as the blonde unfolded the paper reading it. His eyes widened as he chuckled. He felt his own eyes tearing up again.
'I love you too... Protozoan. '
"Come here Psyche."
Coming over, he was immediately pulled into a bear hug as the tiny child hugged back confused. Tears that he thought he would never shed again, came to him as he knew in the bottom of his heart, he still yearned for the informant. And he swore.. he could've swore... He saw a glimpse of Izaya's smiling face in the background.
"Papa?"
"Yeah, I'm Papa."
Okayyyy. Deep stuff. Whoo. Hm... wonder if I should make more chapters..