Disclimer: I don't own Durarara.
They were sitting in a tent in the middle of nowhere, only a flashlight giving some kind of light. A huge storm was raging outside and Shinra found that time the perfect opportunity of telling ghost stories.
This whole situation was his fault in the first place. They had a long weekend, so he suggested that he, Shizuo, Izaya and Kadota should go camping – you know, to deepen their friendship. When Shizuo had heard about the plan, he made a face and asked Shinra about his beloved. It turned out that she was the one who advised the trip.
'I can totally understand her. Dealing with this idiot 7/24 must be a really hard thing,' he thought while listening Shinra's rambling about Frankenstein.
"Just think about it! Gathering all those body parts, then bring that thing alive with a bang," he turned his face towards the ceiling of the tent. "Ah! What a discovery it would be!"
Shizuo glared at Izaya, predicting to hear something offending from him about the reference between him and the monster, but what he saw took his breath away. The flea was sitting with his knees pulled to his chest, shaking slightly. So, it seemed like Izaya was scared of ghost stories… Shizuo raised up from his seat with an evil smile on his face when the door of the tent opened
"Sorry for being-"
"DOTACHIN!" Izaya whined, flying into the other boys' arms. He enlaced his legs and arms around Kadota's neck and waist. "Shinra is such a meanie! Telling stories like those…" He buried his face into his friends' neck, whimpering a little bit.
Shizuo felt as some unknown feeling was bubbling up in his chest. The flea was so annoying! Being scared because of some stupid scary stories – but as he was watching Kadota petting Izaya's hair reassuringly, his body moved on his own.
He grabbed Izaya by the back of his jacket and pulled him away from the other boy. He hugged the smaller boy to his chest – maybe a little bit stronger than he was supposed to – and starting to cradle him. Izaya's face became red and hid it into Shizuo's shirt. Another feeling started to form into the blond's soul. Only one world was repeating in his head: mine.