I... I... I can write fast! *U*
As I read my fanfic all over again, I was actually gripping for the next parts. I felt like I didn't write it! Silly, but that's the truth ^_^
Chapter 12 – Death of Kanra
"I apologise, Kanra." The drenched man said lowly. He didn't ask anything despite his confusion. He immediately apologised because shame punched his heart. Looking at the stare she gave him made him feel so guilty. "Now don't get me wrong. What I felt for you was love. But I have someone else in my heart. And I love him... more than you." His knees folded in weakness and crashed down on the rough carpet. "Please forgive and forget about me!" He hoarsely asked for amnesty. He bowed so low that the tip of his nose reached the floor. "I am but a monster."
Her high-heels thumped quietly against the rugged ground. She put her hands in between his face and lifted it so their eyes met.
"Shizu-chan." She called him in that velvety voice. It caused the blond to stare quizzically at her. "If I cut my hair as short as a man's and get rid of all this sticky make-up, would you love me more than this friend of yours?"
The bartender didn't know why she had to ask this. "I... I..." was all he could utter at the moment. He couldn't stop thinking about the fact that Kanra had just called him 'Shizu-chan.'
"If I wear a black V-neck and this lovely jacket, normal pants and normal black shoes, would you really love me more? And if I turned my chest to be flat, would you love?"
"But you'll look like Izaya." Shizuo muttered.
"Exactly! But, this Izaya... Is he not that friend of yours whom you love more than Kanra?" Her deep red eyes seem to mock him. Those pink lips that were just a breadth away from his wet ones were teasingly close. Shizuo felt the urge to pull her in and at least kiss her before he rejected her love. His heart always belonged to Izaya but it was this woman who had opened his eyes to that truth. And he made this woman believe that she was the best damned thing he ever had but it was actually someone else who happens to be a look-alike.
The blond closed his eyes and leaned in, ready to taste those sweet lips. Just then, Kanra let go of his face and took a few steps back. Shizuo's face had disappointment written all over and Kanra enjoyed the look of it. The shapely female continued to walk backwards until her back touched the face of a red door. Her hand went on the rusty knob. She gave it a twist and the door creaked open.
The noise of the hammering rain filtered the room. The cool fragrance poked at their nostrils. Kanra took a step into the secret balcony. She moved in to the open space and waited for the blond to act.
Soon, there was only a little roof above her now. If she stepped further away, she would totally get soaked. But her heels budged, daring to take a step away from the roof. Shizuo only managed to blurt out, "Don't!"
One of her black boots defiantly took a step and was being licked by the raindrops now. Her body hinted that she would embrace the pouring rain anytime now.
The blond moved from his spot and dashed for her. He didn't want her to get wet, didn't want her to feel depressed because of him. Without any plan in mind, he jumped at her. Now his body shielded her from the strong rain. Yet they were hopelessly wet and cold under the rain.
"I'm so sorry, Kanra." He tightly shut his eyes and huffed out the words again. "But... it's your fault why I had fallen in love with that flea. I did love you but I think that's it was my hidden love for him. You brought it out. And without you, I would never know what was truly going on. You helped me find out myself. Thank you."
He opened his eyes and stared in shock at the girl below him.
A couple of rain drops gently kissed her pale skin and had wiped off the pink in her lips. It ruined her eyes and it made her look as if she was shedding black tears.
Shizuo mopped her eyes. To his surprise, something clung to his thumb. He scrutinised the row of hairs that protruded from his finger. In his shock, he simply waved his hand away from the hair. What was that? He wondered. It's like... fake eyelashes. And his reverie was disrupted by the sound of evil chuckling. He looked back at the girl and was surprised to find out that she was the one giggling like that. Giggling exactly like Izaya.
"And you said that you don't like me." Her voice changed to the tone of a certain annoying tongue. A peevish tongue yet the blond missed that voice so much. He hadn't heard it for the past fourteen days.
"Oh, Shizu-chan! I always knew you had some deep desire for me." She continued to talk with that voice. Her hand came at his chest and roughly pushed him off her. She stood up and went to the end of the balcony, ignoring the pouring rain. Her other boot came up to one of those short walls that acted as a barricade – a barricade to impede accidents like falling from the building. She raised up her other one and soon, she was dangerously standing on the thin line of the barricade. Then she looked back below her. The side of her mouth arched up in a smile and she leaned back, ready to fall and ready to embrace death. But she knew that there was a huge percent that she possibly could live. She was already falling but she was ready to be saved by Shizuo.