When he finally lowered Vorona's body to the floor, the fire had died. The glow had disappeared and everything looked desperately dark and dead.
Shizuo did not know what to do anymore, his gaze went through the clearing, looking for something, anything. Since he entered this island his life had been messed up, he had witnessed so many deaths, he had done so many things he never thought he would do.
All he wanted was to protect Kasuka and now he was gone.
The man blessed with incredible strength had no reason to live anymore.
His eyes met Kasuka's dead orbs, he moved toward it and knelt down, pants becoming wet from the red liquid in the grass, taking it in his arms, staining his shirt with more blood.
His arms were closely encircling it, his hands carefully closing his brother's eyes and he whispered.
"Sleep Kasuka, Sleep"
As dawn broke he finally had made up his mind.
He stood up, carrying the severed head in his arms and walked away, abandonning the two bodies.
Kasuka was dead, he knew he would never be able to change that fact. The least he could do is to find a place for him to sleep peacefully for eternity.
The sun was slowly rising up and Shizuo walked in the forest, protecting the head from anything that could harm it more than it already was.
He finally arrived at the coast and decided he would dig there. He wanted Kasuka to see the morning sun just as he was doing at that moment. Without tools he struggled to dig a hole deep enough to be sure no animals or birds would try to eat it. He wanted his brother to stay himself as long as possible.
Shizuo slowly layed down the head and covered it with dust.
He sat there and watched the sun rising.
The debt collector was ignorant of the fact that he crossed paths with his old enemy and his sisters.
Mairu and Kururi, always eager to see Hanejima Yuuhei and intrigued by the fact he wasn't with Shizuo, decided to follow him, forcefully dragging Izaya along.