I promise I am working hard on my other fic, Get Close, (serious!) but I had to write this too because I have always wanted to write something for the four of them, Shinra, Kadota, Shizu-chan, and Izaya-kun~ Their lives back in Raijin was so peaceful that it is kinda creepy considering what all of them turned out to be XD But still, I love them in their Raijin days because school uniforms are a thumbs-up! :D I don't own~ v
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The Orbit
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"You don't understand love."
Shinra had said once when they were still in Raijin.
They had been on school grounds and the sun was right above their heads. There were no shadows on the ground and his eyes were heavily lidded as he turned back to face the other. His fingers were still latching on to the chained fences.
"I don't need to, I understand everything else."
He had been wondering how much of a mess one could make if they fell.
The world had meant nothing to him then.
000
"No wonder people hate you so much."
Kadota had offhandedly told him the day Izaya pinned him for Dotachin.
They had been in the halls and their shoes were a matching white. He looked up from the ground and his lips curled. He was teasing and he was mocking. The satire and the irony ran wild and he leaned against the walls, black hair against washed whites.
"What are you talking about, Dotachin? I love human beings!"
Shinra's words stayed with him, much longer that he would have thought.
The world sparked an interest in him and everything would flame into ashes.
000
There was a flower in a vase.
A chrysanthemum on his desk.
Izaya held back and Shizuo walked into the class.
"Good morning, Shizu-chan."
He greeted him with a refined tilt of his head and waltzed out of the classroom with a twirl to his steps. It was only the morning and he had even measured the amount of water to put in the vase but he was sure a head start was always needed when things came down to Shizu-chan.
His name was a growl that grew into a roar.
Izaya took off down the corridor corner with a smirk daunting his lips and Shinra's love had long since blurred into Dotachin's hate.
He lost the chance to watch the white chrysanthemum wilt.
The world was his and no one else's.
XXX Kuro
Self-absorbed!Izaya is always a fun soul to write about, his world revolves around himself and the eccentric qualities are just too much sometimes. Btw, it is a cultural thing to place a white chrysanthemum on someone's desk when they are dead. That's why it is very insulting (and kinda disturbing) to find one on your desk when you are alive and kicking, much like Shizu-chan.