PART 5
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.5
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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So the point is, one day Shizuo passes under the window and hears this beautiful music flowing out, and the incredible amount of emotion it conveys moves him to tears (cuz we all know deep down Shizuo really is a helpless romantic ^.^ ) And as he stops by every day, he somehow ends up falling in love with the unknown musician, because he can feel that through the music, he can read into his soul. Now, how will he react when he finally musters the courage to go in and talk to the stranger, and finds out it's actually the flea he's been listening to all this time?
Up to anyone who's interested to see! make it angsty (erm... I'm a sucker for bitter/sad/crying!Izaya playing piano, idk why -.-" ), make it fluffy, make it tooth-rottingly romantic, and you'll be making my day !!!
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Emotional!Izaya is a fetish *A*
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Emotional!Izaya... god!!~ *p*
THIRDING!!!
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like, this is pretty much one of my ultimate kinks.
izaya+pianos.
IT'S AN UNSEEN FETISH!
so... somebody better come along and fill this. or i'll have to die.
;A;
until then, i may do an art!fill of pianist!izaya.
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I've got 5 WIP fills right now... and I've got 14 DRRR fanfic's that I'm working on altogether, because I'm a masochist.
I really want to fill this with all my soullll.....
I'm not sure yet. ;_;
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But only if the above anon doesn't take it up! I don't wanna intrude on anything...
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I feel so bad. I love this prompt, and I'm an obsessive writer... but I don't think I can fill it! [And, if I would manage to, it'll take me weeks. ;_; ]
So, AA2, if you take this over - I love you. Forever. =3
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but AA2 will think on it, will probably do it, will wallow in misery for a while and then come up with something neat :3
so yes, you know what, I think I will.
I'll try to have the first part up sometime this weekend, maybe~
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OMGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was thinking about this request for a while now... So I posted it before beddy time, and then I woke up and saw THIS.
OMG. All the comments.
I'M SOOOO HAPPY!!!!!!!!
AA, I love you forever.
You all made my day, my YEAR even!!
Aaaaaaah~~ I'm so happyyyyyy~~~~~
(and now I know I'm not the only one with weird kinks including pianos and izayas ^.^ )
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XD
Author anon is happy that OP anon is happy!
I've already almost finished the first part, actually, I'll have it up soon once I go back and edit. I want it to be flawless, just for you OP <3
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HEYYYYY I wanted to comment too !! ^.^
but now you went and said it all, pffff~
but really, I absolutely didn't expect to wake up to such an amount of sheer awsomeness, our request must really be that great HAHA \o/
son now, with OP#1 and Izaya of course, this makes three people who love yout to bits !!!!!!! two of which will be bouncing around all day in school and sneeking away to check for updates on OP#1's ipod, I bet ;D
GOGOGOGO dearest author !!!!!!!!
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"Shizuo, are you okay...?"
A loud sniff, a throaty cough, and a barely audible swallow. A few seconds' pause, and then, "Yeah... I'm fine."
But, as it happened, Shizuo Heiwajima was not fine.
It had all started a month ago. Shizuo's boss had, much to his displeasure, relocated his office, and the former bartender turned debt collector's bodyguard was now forced to take a different route on his way to work. It was a part of town that he had never known very well, so his first time through was like making a new friend: he'd warm up to all the awkwardness and strange encounters eventually.
Each morning started off firsthand with a cigarette drawn between his lips, a flick of the lighter, and a pull back as he sat on the edge of his bed to stare out the window and get accustomed to the view of both of Ikebukuro's Sunshines. He remained in his sleepwear, which consisted only of a pair of worn grey sweatpants, until the urge hit him to finally get up and move. Each morning, he would trudge the kitchen, make a simple scrambled eggs breakfast, and head out clad in his brother's black and white gift and sunglasses coolly adorned. Each morning, as he stepped out of his apartment building, a new cancer stick moved in to replace the old one.
The only break in routine was this new course to his boss's office. Why he still had to trek there when he could just meet up with Tom, he never knew. The new route was anything but relaxing, as he was always on edge and finding new things he would rather not have discovered.
Each morning, Shizuo would grab a cup of coffee on his way to work, loaded with enough sweetener to kill two elephants, and find the office with a decreasing amount of difficulty as the days went on.
It was the first night of this new routine that brought about the curt conversation with Tom over the phone, but Tom never brought it up afterward.
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/shakes fist at LJ character limit
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The walk back to his apartment is not a short one. Shizuo stops on occasion to catch a breath and counterproductively light a new cigarette, taking those few moments to absorb the novel, foreign surroundings. Not like it's a bad part of town - in fact it's almost endearing, now that he thinks about it; sorta reminds him of where he grew up - but what irks him is that it's on the outskirts of Ikebukuro and, unfortunately, those outskirts happen to be neighbors with the outskirts of Shibuya. Shizuo has to remind himself that there is a stick of nicotine and filters in his mouth before he tries to bite down in his anger. He shoves his hands back into his pockets and forces his legs to keep walking.
And that's when it happens. A few sounds emanate from somewhere above, prompting Shizuo to crane his neck up. The tune is so faint that it takes him a couple of moments to realize that it is music, floating out from the window above. The soft taps of piano keys remind him of raindrops, the steady triplets ringing high on the keyboard while a lower set keeps a seamless yet effervescent melody. Just with the first few notes, Shizuo's anger is forgotten, swept under the floorboards with the key, melting from him as he absently remembers that it's stupid to still be wearing his sunglasses at night and puts them in his front pocket. The music is traced to its source: a window a good four floors up, only the raised edge of the glossy black piano visible from the sill, and the shadow of a figure swaying to the light, somehow mournful rhythm.
As if it's not fingers that play this melody but falling tears.
The music swells to a more mezzo forte passage, far more passionate and rubato as Shizuo finds himself closing his eyes. In his inner mind, the refrain mimics the image of thousands of droplets creating ripples in a pool of water. Never in his life had he thought that a piano could elicit such a sound and provoke an array of emotions all at once, each and every one of them tugging an individual string at the blond's heart, pulling him toward the notes that now hang in the air. Their breath is still ever present, he clings to the echo that is slowly fading in his head, and probably for the first time in all his life Shizuo finds himself without words.
But he smiles, because he needs none.
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Comptine d'un autre été ~ Yann Tiersen
I'll be posting the piece being played in each part (when there is one).
I absolutely love this song with all my heart and immediately imagined it when I first saw this request. I hope OP shares my adoration for it! ♥
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OMG !!! this just came up while I was posting my comment !!!!
oh, WOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW....
and now I'm totally gonna be late for school...BUT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT
well, maybe I do actually =.= so be ready for more extensive fangirling as soon as I get access to the internet again !!!!!!!
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The melody plays over and over, a permanent track in his mind, as he lies with his hands behind his head and stares up at the ceiling. More than anything, he wishes to know the pianist, who had such skilled yet gentle fingers that touched not only the piano keys but his heart. He unconsciously drops a hand to his chest, slowly tracing his left breastbone in light circles. Beautiful, fragile, seemingly heartbroken, lovely, sincere - Shizuo is certainly no literary major, but he knows a fitting adjective when he sees one, and the song still leaves him breathless even as it no longer plays for his ears. The absence of physical sound creates an empty pang that slowly sinks through his chest as night turns to day, and he prepares for the same routine.
But Shizuo's not going to be so reluctant anymore.
In the morning he stares up at that same window for a good fifteen minutes before he remembers that if he keeps that up, he'll be late, Boss-san won't be very happy about it, and he may have to end up working even later - and of course, Shizuo wouldn't want to miss his beloved virtuoso. As he heads for the same building at the end of the day, he can't help but wonder:
Is this what love is like?
The second time he passes, Shizuo practically makes a beeline for the same street, same building, same window. After a moment or two of searching, he can finally hear music again. Tonight's song is different, but that doesn't mean that Shizuo loves it any less. It seems to play with hesitation here and there until eager trills ring and a short run up the keys crescendos. The rare, coveted arpeggios leave Shizuo's heart fluttering around the broken chord like an uneasy butterfly trying to land on a flower that keeps blowing about in the wind. Some of the notes seem random until they all tie together, creating an odd combination of naturals and flats that somehow have Shizuo craving more, hanging on every scale, every chord, every single note as if it would be the last he'd ever hear. Shizuo had never paid much attention to any sort of music as a child, but then again he had never been exposed to this kind of classical. This pianist.
Shizuo has to put a face to the music.
His shoulders sink as the melody dies away. There's a small movement in the window and then the pianist is gone, and Shizuo knows that he himself is a complete coward. He can answer his question with a good amount of certainty: yes, he thinks, this must be what love is like. To pine - it hurts like a bullet he can feel. But does he love the pianist, or does he love the music?
For all he knows, the pianist could be Izaya Orihara.
Shizuo quickly turns away from the building and starts to make his way back to the apartment, shaking his head at himself, immediately putting the thought out of his mind as he scrambles his quivering hands for another cigarette.
What a ridiculous notion.
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Nocturne, Opus 9, No. 2 ~ Frédéric Chopin
Chopin is my favorite non-contemporary composer ♥
Author Anon loves both OPs! You guys are so funny, I absolutely can't wait for your comments. Just wondering, what part of the world do you guys live in? Because it's midnight for me, and it makes me wonder since you guys are obviously at school xD
I feel like it's going a little fast. I hope it's not...?
Anyway. Midnight = finally, bedtime for me. o/
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