I do not own Durarara!

Amaya is my own character and not from the serie.

Quote from Timothy Delvecc and Rob Sheffield.

Im a quote lover~ sorry!

The song is Sakura, Sakura, a traditional japanese folk song. (If you like I can post the english translate on request.)

"When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other."

"Sakura, Sakura,

ya-yo-i no so-ra wa."

That voice, so sweet and light that it scared some of the darkness away, it eased the pain. Like a rope in the bottom of the sea, hope from drowning.

I was suffocating.

The melody simple and clear, it found me thru the waves, free as if someone sang it embracing me above the surface. I took a breath, the first one in a long time, how long I can't say.

How could a voice sound so pure? So innocent, like nothing could settle in those tones... Pain, war, betrayal and love nothing existed except that song.

"Mi-wa-ta-su ka-gi-ri,"

I could see them, colored white in the darkness, comming from the light, an open door in the end of the tunnel, the voice; her voice, a voice I yet didn't know but would come to mean it all, my oldest and only friend, the only person I would ever love.

The light, the song must come from there, but how had it found me? How could I found it? Find my way back...

"Ka-su-mi ka ku-mo-ka,"

Black hair reaching for me, dark brown eyes timeless, a face so kind that it blinded me. She was wearing black traditional kimono with light flower petals, cherry-blossoms.

Am I dead? Did I finally die? Is this the angel that have come to get me and claim my soul... Will the pain finally stop? Would I come to heaven or hell? Did it matter?

"Ni-o-i zo i-zu ru;"

The sky clouded like my vision.

Something cold against my back and something wet, like the water hadn't dried from my clothes after the sea i had been drowning in, but the water had been cold, this was warm.

Then the pain, when everything started to clear the pain made its reminder. My chest ached, my stomach hurt and my mind burned. Were had the voice gone? I must be in hell, did i deserve it? I guess I did, at least thats what they told me, over and over again.

"i-za-ya, i-zaya Mi ni yu-kan."

Izaya!

A scream of terror, a girl, had i imagined it? The scream left my ears ringing, my hands clutching at my head, trembling, the scream like a rememory not yet to be.

There she was, the voice. Her back against me, gazing up at the sky above, her hair dark, disappearing into the night.

"Ka-su-mi-ka ku-mo-ka,

Ni-o-i-zo i-zu-ru"

The angel of the night.

"I-za-ya

I-za-ya

Mi—ni—

Yu-ka-n"

She turned towards me, with those kind brown eyes. The sleeves of her kimono reaching down over her hands, it looked too big on her small figure.

"You were sleeping for a long time, i almost thought you wouldn't wake up."

Her voice still held the light tones of someone singing, standing on toes like she would fly away by any given moment. Her smile pure and soft, soft was a fair word for it, it was gentle and warm, like a soft wind at spring.

"Am-Am...I-" The pain.

"Dead? I don't know, it depends, were you ever alive?"

Something about her question frighten me, it wasn't her, nothing dark was hiding behind that smile, it was the question because I didn't know how to answer it.

I was quiet for a long time, the only sound my heavy breathing.

"Whats your name?"

"I-Iza-ya, Orih-h-hara." I said it without hesitation, the pain was the only thing keeping me back.

I wanted to hear that voice, it was safe. It eased the pain in my head, calmed me. Still, it wasn't taking over, the words was low, almost like a whisper, like a pouring waterfall at spring. When it had settled from the cold winter, floating in to the surroundings adding to the harmony. She was spring, hope.

"He who watches over the people." She turned towards me."Your name, it means he who watches over the people... Do you?"

"Do w-what?"

"Do you watch over people?"

I tried smiling, it hurt, still it was all i could do.

"The saddest people sometimes smile the brigthest, loneliest people can be the kindest. The most damaged people are filled with wisdom. All because they do not wish the pain they've endured on another soul… Is that why you're smiling now? Are you sad?"

"N-o, I'm smiling because I'm at peace."

"Oh? Hows that?"

"Hows what?" I asked still smiling.

"Being at peace?"

I was on my back, looking up at the sky, clouds floating by, like dark waves carried by the wind."I-i don't know, i've never been at peace before, I guess… Its because I'm not scared."

"Why not?" She was still looking at me, the kind smile, the sweet voice.

"Because you're here." The answer felt natural, like breathing, still I didn't know why I said it.

She tilted her head."You're not afraid of me?"

"Why would I be?"

She looked puzzled at this, her brown eyes confused."Everyone's scared of me, they know the reason... Why I'm smiling."

"And why are you smiling?" The pain had started to ease enough for me to speak.

"I can't say." She said it like it was something obvious, as if the question had confused her.

"Why not?"

"Because you didn't answer my question."

I frowned."What question?"

"Do you look over people?"

"Yes."

My only escape. Watching people, their daily routine, something to distract me from the pain.

Humans scare me, mostly because I don't know why they act the way they do. I see people cry when they should smile, I see them crying while smiling. I see them hug other people, wave… Hurt. Being human is a language i haven't learned. Thats why i'm always watching, trying to understand what to do, what to feel.

Thats why I ended up on this roof, for a reason i yet have to figure out, people don't like it when i'm watching them.

They get angry… I hope that I won't need to run, that one day it won't be any one left to hunt after me, that I one day can watch over someone, without getting hurt.

Its one thing i've learned for sure tho,every time someone crys… Its because of someone else. Humans hurt each other…

"Can you watch over me?"

The question was uncalled for, yet my voice was filled with… Joy? I don't know, i've never known this feeling before."Yes."

She looked up at the sky again."Why did they kill you?"

I closed my eyes, the pain, always the pain. Still my voice was calm."I thought you said I wasn't dead."

"Oh… You are dead but not as much as before."

"Thats... good."

"If you say so…. Then, why did they kill you?"

"They felt like it, they didn't like me watching them…."

" You watch those people a lot." It didn't sound like a question but I answered it anyway.

"Yes."

"...They kill you a lot..." Still not a question.

"Yes."

"Does it hurt, being killed?"

"Yes."

She faced me again, frowning, her melody voice grew closer and i realised that she was sitting down next to me, her knees against her chest while she rested her face, arms around her.

"... You're bleeding."

"Yes."

"Do you need help?"

"It usually stops, don't worry about it." The pain had started to disappear and i rested my hands on my stomach, a pile of blood underneath me, like a red carpet. My eyes felt heavy.

"Are you going to sleep again?"

"Yes."

"okay, don't worry i'll be here when you wake up again, if those guys come back I will protect you."

I smiled."Thank you." It didn't feel like enough. I forced my arm to move, trying to find her hand, she took it willingly.

"You're cold."

"Yes."

She shivered."Can you say something else than yes?"

"Yes."

"Oh, okay then… One time I couldn't say any thing else than jamu for a week."

"You couldn't say any thing than jelly for a weak?"

She nodded.

"Whats your name?"

"Amaya, it means night-rain."

By her words I could feel something wet on my forehead, flinching I opened my eyes. The clouds above us, grey."It's raining." It was a simple observation, something that didn't need to be said, yet it had to. It was hard to explain, as if the rain wouldn't fall for real until i pointed it out.

"Don't worry ill protect you."

"I know… And Amaya, can I call you Amaya-chan?"

"Why?"

"Because you're my friend."

"Oh… I've never had a friend before, and Izaya?"

"Yes?"

"Can I call you Iza-chan?"

"If you want to."

"okay then Iza-chan!... Oh and Iza-chan?"

"Yes?"

"You're almost alive now."

"hm…" My eyes heavy.

What a pair we made. The broken boy, laying on his back. Blood coloring the ground behind him, coloring his hair, even his eyes was crimson red. As if the blood had sunken in long ago.

The girl, she was barefoot. Wearing an oversized kimono, with a voice of an angel and eyes personifying kindness.

Nothing connecting them to the world except that roof, where it all had started, even if it had started long ago, before them.

When the boy was young and red even then colored his life, when the girl was a child and even then her song was the only thing keeping the silence away.

The warmth of their hands, the only company except the anger of the humankind and the silence of the world.

She would learn from him, the meaning of a friend and he… I would learn so much more, that words will stay with you and hurt more than any scar or blow. How much a smile can hide, what wisdom costs.

Is this was people call destiny? Is this what people call luck?

"Ya-yo-I-no so-ra-wa

Mi-wa-ta-su ka-gi-ri

Ka-su-mi-ka ku-mo-ka

Ni-o-i-zo i-zu-ru

I-za-ya

I-za-ya"

She had started to sing again, her voice warming me like a thick blanket.

"Iza-Iza-chan…?"

"...yes?"

"Promise me youll look over me?"

"Promise me youll stay...Atleast untill i'm alive again."

"Always?"

"Always."

A dream.

The memory that became a nightmare, the happiest memory I had…

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

I tucked the blankets closer around me hiding my face; If Shizu-chan could see me now…. I wondered what he would say, what he would think…

Would he laugh? Would he try to kill me? Would he walk away?

It was more options but they didn't belong to me.

Not someone like me.

Why couldn't you keep your promise?!

I wasn't alive, i've never been alive, you promised to be here!

Anger quickly turned to guilt.

Why couldn't i keep my promise?

It was a long time ago since i last cried, to be honest I didn't think i could.

Not since….

Dark, except from the blood, black hair, a smile…"I protected you...I-You're wrong Iza-Iza-chan, it doesn't hurt... "

I closed my eyes thru the tears. I couldn't stop, why couldn't I stop?

I forced the smirk to shield me. Atleast I had that left….

The saddest people sometime smile the brightest….

Yea…Right.

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