Depressing Valentines for both Izaya and Shizuo - containing deep emotion. No sex unless reviews want it intertwined or that they do meet.
Pink floating lanterns surrounded the city defining into this burst of energy. The energy that centered around the loving days of humans- combing themselves into groups of two separating whom had no one. If one had nothing, you could embed yourself within darkness of thoughts deepened by your own pity.
And they did just that. Two who created the most hatred around themselves- outcasts in ways, ways that intertwined between their odd situation . Some would probably believe they d burn their killing spree along the city s peace. But that day couldn't be today- Even though these off lines still lingered it wouldn't happen today.
Valentines day.
Despite if you were alone- you'd least find someone right? Someone whom sailed the same boat. But if one did not have pity they d go search for each other.
The debt collector and informant.
Collecting that alive feeling swirling deep in veins of that rush to kill. That rush to fight, instincts set on fire in their hearts. They only could cry out to each other- the same game- this same boat. Then why isn't a call heeded?
One sat on the empty dirtied balcony that set forth the view and noises below. No blank crimson orbs set along the side to reveal those precious emotions of humanity. Nor happiness bounded into his step- just a crunched up flea in the middle. The blaze of the icy wind to keep his sanity alive.
The other out the way- couldn't determinate where but it were outside. Possibly a sight afar from the city, the anger pitting in his stomach. Apparent rage toward self- self of being this cruel monster. Won't no one save him? And position exactly like informants.
Someone heed this cry tonight I don t want to be alone anymore.
The technology was the only thing that sent senses back- weren't crushed into a thousand pieces this time neither, only to be read out loud several times to self.. words spoken beginning not to make sense.
"Tonight- this once I miss you
Pretend you care- this once"
The phone in the Shizuos hand were becoming dampened by hot streams within a shaky grip.. it really did combine how far he were in loneliness.
Loneliness that wanted his enemy.