PART 4
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.4
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PART 4 OVERFLOW POST
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED. Head on over to part 5 instead!
part 1 | part 1 Overflow | part 2 | part 2 Overflow | part 3 | part 4 | part 4 Overflow | part 5 | part 6 | part 6 Overflow | part 7 | part 7 Overflow | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 11 Overflow | part 12
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Shizuo was born with a weak heart and the slightest shock or aggravation and send him spiraling to his death so he is forced to stay in the hospital for almost his whole life. (Could be early teen years)
Izaya comes to the hospital one day (mom's prenatal checks for the gestating twins, dunno) and happens to pass by a door and he sees the blond sitting by himself. Of course, he does not go in immediately but after some time of coming back and forth from the hospital, he goes inside and the two starts talking etc.
Initially, they don't like each other that much but grow friendly with each meet, with Izaya eventually falling in love with the blond. Some time later, when they're older (20s?), he confesses and gets coldly rejected for no explained reason but Shizuo inwardly is just afraid of the complications they would have to live with if he never recovers. (enability to do much for himself, burden to Izaya, etc) so he thinks it better not to be together.
Izaya is unable to accept that and tries many times to convince him otherwise but is only met with harsh responses, to the point of where Shizuo makes himself ill from all the stress. Doctors tell Izaya to stay away or he'll aggravate the blond's worsening heart condition.
Eventually, the two reconcile and Shizuo admits his fears to him.
There's a surgery to save him but it's only 15% chance of survival but they're not sure if they want to take that risk.
Cue in slice of life drama please :D is it pathetic to tear up while writing this?
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The first part(s) should be up soon-ish! <3 Long fill will most likely be looong~
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It’s a sign of new life.
It’s a sign of rebirth.
New beginnings.
Change.
But today, it is a reminder above all else. Years of memories coming together, playing like a silent film in my mind.
“I know you told me not to worry…” I speak, trying my best not to hold back, despite what the trembling in my voice tells me, “Nevertheless… is it fair to say that I can’t help myself? I don’t think I’ll ever get over the terror I feel each time I come here. Needless to say, I don’t want to leave either…”
The wind rattles the trees just slightly, knocking a few flowers from the branches as if to respond in some spiritual manner that I don’t believe in. For the umpteenth time, he has me hoping that there is, indeed, life after death.
“Still…” I sigh, before the worrisome breath becomes an abstract chuckle - awkward and displaced, “I have you to thank for everything, ne? Were I to end these visits, I feel as though I would fail to show you my eternal appreciation for what you’ve done.”
Being answered back by silence is always uncomfortable. At times, it makes me feel as though I’ve lost my mind; so I close the gap with more words as fast as I can. Words I’ve had on repeat for anywhere from weeks to months. “After all, you gave me my life. You gave me… everything and more - more than I ever could have hoped for. What would I do without you? Where would I be?”
Scoffing, I roll my eyes before wiping them dry with my sleeve. There is no way I am going to cry again. Have I not cried enough for this? The suffering - his suffering - has ended. Why should these tears remain when it is happiness that should fill our hearts?
Hearts…
“You didn’t have to do it, you know…” I breathe, body quivering as the breath forces its way through to my lungs, “I wouldn’t have expected it… or even asked.”
I feel as though my selfishness may be endless… and with all of my words on repeat, what more is there to be done? I’d be a fucking idiot if I said I didn’t want it more than anything.
I just… never wanted it to end like… like this.
Damn it.
I feel so useless… like I’m letting him down with my incompetency to muster something more creative, when, over the years, neither of us had ever run into the problem before.
“Anyway…” I tuck my hand into my pocket, never once removing my eyes from the granite headstone, “This one’s for you.”
With that, I extract a pack of cigarettes, reserved for these moments only. Packing the small stick of tobacco, it’s a matter of seconds before it’s between my lips, lit with a stream of smoke effortlessly taken away by the breeze.
The sweet taste offered by the filter coincides with the raw burnt scent which fills my nostrils, and I hope that wherever he is, he’s able to get his nicotine fix.
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Thisbetternotbelike"WhyHaven'tYouCalledYet"byRinKagamine... I am going to be so mad to see my tears wasted on a happy ending >_<
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I DON'T TRUST YOU GUYS AT ALL.
-sobs and clings to you-
CAPTCHA THAT IS NOT A FUCKING LETTER -kicks captcha-
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Oh my goodness, so beautifully written!
I would slap Shizuo if I could because he smoked despite having a heart condition!
Please do continue wonderful person ;___;
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B-But "chartreuse" is a shade of green and I don't think sakura petals are green...? /timid
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“Are you sure?”
“Shinra,” I warned in a low tone. He sighed.
“Fine, but I’m not responsible if you get in trouble for it.”
I held the skin under my lanky thighs and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. As I slipped off slowly, my toes grazed the floor until the whole of my foot was planted securely onto the tile. It was only a matter of my legs maintaining what strength remained in their rarely-used muscles. Shinra looped one arm under mine and helped me into the wheelchair.
I tested the wheels. One squeaked a little. I frowned in annoyance, but Shinra didn’t seem to notice the sound as he skipped around to the back and began to push me from behind.
“When was the last time you were outside?”
I sat back, feeling the fabric bend under my weight. “Dunno.”
Shinra pushed me to the empty hallway. It was late morning by now, judging from the brilliant glow streaming in from the hospital window of my room.
squeak squeak squeak
I looked down, searching for the source of the noise. Shinra started to hum, and I could feel ever so slightly the small shifts in my wheelchair’s progression along the floor while he swayed to the tune.
A shouting sound floated in from around the corner. I sat up a little, and Shinra stopped pushing. A nurse appeared, tugging on the arm of a small boy about my age.
“Where are your parents?”
“Let me go!”
The boy’s heels dug into the floor, squeaking as he resisted, but there wasn’t much that a small child could do against an adult. He struggled, faltered, and pulled harder as Shinra and I watched, and it was then that my gaze met the radiance of a pair of bright red eyes, and from that moment I was captivated.
The boy tore his thin wrist from the nurse’s grip and suddenly ran in our direction. I took in the red t-shirt and black jeans that matched his inky black hair.
“There you are!”
It caught us both by surprise, so much so that we were speechless when he reached us, smiling as if we’d all not only known each other but had been best friends even before the womb. The nurse’s shoulders dropped a fraction.
“Oh, so you’re a friend of Shizuo’s?” Her voice was suddenly friendlier, but its masked insincerity made me cringe.
“That’s what I was trying to tell you!”
She sighed. “Well it explains why you were in the wheelchair stockroom. Alright, take care, boys.”
The boy gave her a salute, then watched her intently until she left. The second her pastel pink scrubs disappeared into the other hallway, he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Hey, thanks.” He stood up straight, arms akimbo and turning to me. “That woman wouldn’t leave me alone! How old are you?”
“…How old are you?”
“Ten. You?”
I averted my eyes. “…Eleven.”
He laughed; it was a sweet kind of bubbly laugh, like it had been locked away for a long time. “Liar. Oh, so now that you’re ready, what do you say?” Ruby red flickered to where I sat.
“Shizuo, we should-”
“What do I say to what?” I ventured.
“Why, a wheelchair race, of course!” His arms extended up and out as he raised on his tiptoes and beamed. “Don’t think I don’t know what you two were planning. And I did it the last time I was here, so it’s okay.”
Shinra seemed to be pulling me back. “Yeah, as long as you don’t get caught-”
“-which we won’t be-”
“You just were!” Shinra protested. “C’mon, Shizuo, let’s go, forget it. He’s nothing but trouble.”
My brows furrowed in confusion, and I met the boy’s eyes again. They glinted with his daring smile, curving along the young, nearly flawless face, like one of the neighbor girl’s porcelain dolls. Would he bring trouble? What would be the harm of going along with it? A race sounded like so much fun, but…
“Shizuo, you shouldn’t. Let’s go.”
My gaze hit the floor like it had just been seized by gravity. Mom and Dad would kill me, I would have to face the consequences, and… Without another word, I nodded, and Shinra started to pull me back.
“What’s the matter?” The boy taunted, louder now.
“Don’t listen to him,” Shinra whispered.
“Are you chicken?”
I gripped the armrests of the wheelchair as something inside me was starting to snap.
squeak squeak squeak
“Shizuo…”
“Ah, so you are a chicken, huh? Shizu-chan~”
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“No,” I said slowly, never taking my gaze from his.
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SO. both authors have made their appearance now. I'm A!A 420 (because I write Shizuo) and the A!A of the first chapter is A!A 138 because she writes Izaya. Hooray!
A!A 138 would also like to apologize for "chartreuse", as she meant some other color she couldn't think of and was drunk when she wrote it. I blame myself too for not catching it XD
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I AM DRUNK.
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I'M UNSTOPPABLE!
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