A/N: I have returned after so long! Hello everyone! Sorry it took a while to update this story! But I'm back! Thank you Thanksgiving Break! Happy Thanksgiving btw! Anyways time to begin!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DURARARA!
A few days passed since Sora came down with the flu. She returned to her normal daily routine of going to school. After spotting Izaya in the hall, she made her way over to him. Thankfully, he wasn't with Yuka. Sora felt happy on the inside, but as usual, her face didn't show her joy. She simply went up to Izaya and tugged on his sleeve. Said boy smirked down as he turned to face her before flicking her forehead.
"Heard you had a serious fever," he said. "How're you feeling?"
"Better…" responded Sora quietly, her eyes avoiding his gaze. This didn't go unnoticed by Izaya however.
"What's wrong?" Izaya questioned with his infamous smirk. "Why won't you look at me?"
Just then, Yuka came into sight. Upon seeing the two, she chirped a hello and skipped over to them. Izaya smirked and ruffled the brunette's hair when she stopped over. The two began a conversation, Yuka giggling every so often. Sora simply stared at the two, her expression blank, but her heart darkening. Eventually, Izaya turned to where Sora was, forgetting she was there.
She wasn't there.
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Shizuo sat on the rooftop, letting out a long sigh. He remembered his time with Sora that day; how she clung to him, begged him to stay, and how she called him "Shizu-nii." He let his back fall and hit the concrete ground. He moved his arm to cover his eyes, letting out another long sigh.
"Sora…" he sighed out her name.
"Shizuo's in love~"
…
"What?!"
He sat up and looked behind him to see a giggling Kagari. Her caramel hair was tied up into a side ponytail as she laughed out harder. He shot her a glare.
"Damn you…" he hissed.
"I'm sorry," she giggled. "So why're you so down today?"
"Who said I was…?"
"I can tell you're down, Shizuo."
He got up and walked passed her, only to stop when she grabbed a hold of his sleeve. She looked up at him through her green eyes, a small frown on her face. He sighed for the umpteenth time and let her cling to him as he walked to class.
"Yo," Kyohei said when they entered Math. "…Am I missing something here?"
"NO. We are not dating. She is just being an annoying bi-! Ow!"
"Don't you dare call me that, Shizuo."
Yup. It was a pretty average day.
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Sora sat in class during lunch. Everyone else had already gone to the roof. She sat in her desk, nibbling on her rice balls and bento. Her eyes wandered outside the window where she watched the other students laugh with their friends.
"Is someone jealous~?" a voice purred in her ear. She jolted and spun around, only to be greeted by the pair of brownish reddish eyes.
"I-Izaya…"
He smirked at her, bringing his hand to caress her cheek. She flinched at his touch, making him smirk wider.
"Oh? I never knew you were this sensitive, Sora-chan~"
"It's weird… This feeling I get when you touch me…" she mumbled, her cheeks becoming stained with a light blush.
"And here I thought you had no emotions when it came to love… Much like the time when I kissed you," he chuckled, nibbling the outside of her ear. He was pleased when he heard her breath hitch, and pulled away to see her blushing face. "How cute~" he mused as he kissed her cheek.
"I-Izaya… Why? Only lovers kiss…"
"Shh… Just let me handle everything, Sora. We haven't spent much time together in a while. You started avoiding me, and you got sick, and Shizu-chan was with you… I admit, I got jealous when you chose him over me. But I had Yuu-chan to play with."
Sora turned away from him. "If you love Hashimoto-san… Then you shouldn't play this game with me anymore…" she muttered. Inside, she was wondering why she felt so anxious. Why she felt so angry that Yuka and Izaya could be lovers. It made her feel alone and hurt.
Izaya noticed her sudden change in character. And the sad glint in her eyes made his gaze soften. Once again, he couldn't bring himself to hurt her. "Sora, look at me."
Slowly, the ebony haired girl turned her head to look at the raven haired boy. And then, everything around them stopped.
Her lips met his in a soft kiss. Her mind said to pull away, but she couldn't move her body. Her eyes were wide with shock as she stared at him. Izaya refused to end the kiss so soon, and it made Sora's heart pound, and her face heat up. After what seemed like forever, Izaya pulled away, smiling softly at her red face.
"You've finally shown some emotion to all this love…" he whispered before getting up. "I don't love Yuka in that way, Sora. Because… Sora's my favorite human." He turned to make his leave until she caught his sleeve. Somewhat surprised, he looked down at her.
"I-Izaya…" she muttered, her head down to make her long bangs cover her face.
Don't go, she thought. I want to stay with you… I just feel… Warm.
"Sora…? What's wrong?" Izaya questioned, a small hint of concern in his voice.
"I… I just…" the small girl searched for the right words. "I just wanted to say you're name again…"
Izaya stared at her. This girl, who he knew to be as an emotionless, quiet girl, was showing some type of affection. And her little bit of affection made him feel almost nervous and fluttery inside. He smiled down at her, and oddly said, "I'm glad to hear that." He then let his hand muse her hair gently before turning and leaving the classroom.
Sora stared at the ground, wondering why her heart was pounding. Why couldn't she look at him in the eye? Why?
What's happening?
Izaya stood in the hallway, a good distance away from the classroom. He leaned against the wall, his hand covering his face and a crooked grin on his face. He let out a small, forced chuckle. "This isn't good, Sora-chan," he said to himself. "I think… I may… Have fallen for you."
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The rest of the day went by slowly, for Sora couldn't think properly. The feeling she got with Izaya kept swirling in her mind. It was new to her, and strangely enough, she didn't hate it. Rather, she wanted more of that warmth; more of his gentle kisses and caresses. She slammed her fist on her desk, causing everyone to turn to her.
Why? Why, why, why?! her mind screamed. She was too confused. It frustrated her. Never in her life was she ever confused. She was always sure and positive. But now, it was different.
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"Izaya-kun," Yuka's voice broke Izaya's thoughts during English, "U-Um… The teacher paired us up to do the assignment."
"Oh, really?" he regained his composure. "What do we have to do?"
The brunette blushed, her head down from embarrassment. "We have to write a love poem…"
Izaya smirked. He enjoyed watching Yuka so flustered. "This will be easy!" He then pulled her down to him so he could whisper in her ear, "Come over to my place~" He took the chance to nibble her ear playfully, making her choke out an "okay."
Right after however, he felt guilty. No. Guilty isn't right. He felt disgusted that his lips touched Yuka's skin. He only wanted to kiss Sora.
Sora… he thought about the little ebony haired girl he grew so fond of. I wonder what she's up to…
School ended rather quickly, and Izaya tugged Yuka out with him. They had established their relationship earlier that day. For Yuka, it was real. For Izaya, it was just a game that he controlled.
"Date," he said suddenly. "We should go on a date. Right now."
Yuka wasn't going to complain to this dream come true, so she went along. The two decided to sit on a bench at school for a while. Besides, Izaya had to make a phone call to tell Shinra he wasn't going to join them for ice-cream or whatever the hell they had planned. After making his call, he pulled Yuka to him and proceeded to kiss her neck.
"A-Ah… Izaya-kun… Mmm…" the brunette moaned softly.
Eventually, she ended up on his lap with a few of her blouse buttons unbuttoned. Luckily, they were in an unoccupied area of the school, so not many people saw them. He was kissing her collarbone when she began fisting his hair.
Izaya made sure that his lips never came in contact with hers.
"…" The small girl watched the couple as her feelings began to jumble up. Inside, she felt like her whole body would come crashing down. She felt like all her emotions she had hidden would suddenly poor out. Her heart pounded almost painfully, and she felt something in her cut. "…Izaya…" she whispered. Perhaps it was best for them to stay away.
I don't want to play this game anymore, she thought bitterly. I don't like this game, Izaya. Make it stop. Make all this confusion stop!
And then she felt it. A small tear fell from her round blue orbs and down her face before many more tears followed. She was crying. It hurt. It hurt that he was kissing Yuka. It hurt to see him cradling her and caressing her. It was just a game to him. And it hurt her.
I don't wanna play anymore, Izaya… I don't like this game… I hate it. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, and I hate it!
You don't need me anymore… So we should just let go. I promise I won't bother you anymore. I promise.
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"Sora-chan~" Izaya drawled out late afternoon after his date with Yuka. Said brunette was clinging onto his arm, eyeing Sora carefully. They had met by coincidence. "Would like to come over too?"
"…" Sora stared at him, that famous blank expression covering her face. In between them, she saw their bond. And it was breaking. Before, she had tried to hold on. Imagine a rope as it breaks slowly. Now, imagine the rope on its last string, and that string is very close to ripping in half, causing the rope to become two individual halves. That was their bond. It was on its last string. And it was breaking. Sora had two choices; hold on, or break it.
"I know you don't want me to leave you alone," Izaya said.
"Izaya, I don't need you anymore."
Rip.
"You're a bother to me now."
Rip.
"It would be best if we never see each other again."
Rip.
"Therefore, I will say this now.
Goodbye."
Broken.
Sora turned and walked away from the couple. Her first friend was now gone. She accepted the fact and continued on her way. Not once did she look back to see if he would come running after her.
He didn't.
It was okay. She hated feeling confused. She accepted the fact that remembering the feeling called "love" was hopeless for her. She accepted that it was her fate. Once love is gone, you can't retrieve it back. That was what she believed.
I broke it. This bond we had… It's over. I'm sorry it had to end this way… But, you don't love me. And I don't know how I feel about you. You broke your promise. You said you'd teach me what love was. Liar. You can only show love towards someone you love. And that someone isn't me, right? I'm just a burden to you, right?
She continued to walk away, her thoughts swarming inside her head.
I understand now… You hate me. That's the answer. Well, I'm sorry…
She was hurting, yet no one noticed. She didn't want anyone to see. Besides, she had made the right decision, right? This how things should be… Right?
Goodbye, Izaya.
A/N: Sorry! This chapter was short. And I was late with the update. And blehhh! I'm sorryyy! But Christmas break is coming up! So now I have more free time! Yay! So stay tuned. I'll update Spoil Me soon too. Until then, read, review and love! Sorry for errors and the such... Byee~
