Hey it's R-chan. I didn't get to introduce myself in the first chapter so here i am now.
Writing about my OTP is lots of fun and I'm enjoying writing this fic! I'm not a grammar expert or anything so
please exuse me if there are errors that bother you immensely. I did use spell check but I don't trust it.
Constructive criticism would be appreciated since this is my first fic.
Disclamer: Haha, if I owned Durarara, it would be yaoi... :P (aka I don't own it)
Warning: lemons in later chapter, I promise :)
enjoy 3
Izaya heard a cry and a jumbled crashing noise through the receiver of his phone. He stared at it for a moment.
"Shizzy?" "Hello?"
No response.
His eyes widened and he quickly phoned 911.
"911, there is an accident. It's pretty bad, you should get there quick."
The clock on his desk ticked.
He waited with his arms folded at his desk. Thoughts stirred in his mind.
Get up. Get up.
The sound of Sirens gradually came and faded.
5 minutes later he was heading through the pouring rain towards the hospital wondering why he even bothered doing so in the
first place.
10 minutes later in the lobby of the hospital.
He shook out the rain from his sleek, black hair as he saw a stretcher enter with Shizuo who was unconscious and bloody.
He ran to the doctor. "Is he dead?"
The doctor looked up at him.
"You are his friend?"
"Well, something like that."
"He is in critical condition, luckily someone called for help in time or he would have died. He has a collapsed lung, a concussion, several broken ribs, a broken arm, and other various smaller injuries.
Damn, he really screwed up this time, thought Izaya
Izaya held back a laugh.
"Will he wake up?"
"He will, maybe, we don't know. The injury to his head has left him comatose. It is possible he will suffer amnesia when he wakes up. I am very sorry."
"I understand doctor, thank you."
Izaya sat down on a chair besides Shizuo's bedside, hung his head, and laughed.
"Stupid idiot. Getting all mangled like this. So helpless."
He stopped for a second, taking the situation in.
"This sensation is so interesting!"
He stopped laughing for a second and looked at Shizuo. A stabbing sensation filled Izaya's chest. Shizuo looked so helpless and broken. He did not at all seem like the destructive monster he normally was. Izaya hung his head again and muttered, "I'm sorry."
He did not know how the hell it had happened, but suddenly it had happened. He was floating above his body in the form of an invisible mist. A heavenly feeling overcame him and he felt himself drifting.
A voice rang out "I'm sorry" and he stopped. He tried to trace that voice. It sounded familiar and irritating. What was it? He stopped drifting and stayed still. And then world became clear and he understood.
Izaya waited. He waited every single day. He would arrive after work or in his spare time to sit by Shizuo and stare at him. He didn't know why the hell he felt the need to do such a crazy deed, but for some reason, he found himself staring for hours wondering about Shizuo, if he was dreaming or not.
Everything felt unreal to Izaya nowadays. He felt as if he was being watched by something and figured it was paranoia from the guilt. He marveled at these emotions and studied their effects on himself. Humans were so interesting. Of course he got a good laugh.
Days passed.
Months passed.
Nothing changed.
Absolutely nothing.
Until on the first of April, exactly 6 months after the accident.
Shizuo finally opened his eyes.
Izaya saw this and jumped up.
"Shizuo," he began with a slight wavering tone.
He gathered himself and smirked. "Have a nice rest?"
Shizuo stared blankly at Izaya with an expression Izaya had never seen before. Izaya studied it intensely.
"Who are you?"