Imp is to irresponsible to own something as good as durarara. She would probably lose it or screw it all up.

P.S: There was some confusion with the ending so I rewrote it just in case. I hope it's clear now. Thanks for pointing it out.

The time that is needed for two objects to collide is less then a second. Millisecond? Nanosecond? Shizuo wasn't sure. He didn't know too much about that kind of stuff. What he did know is that it's not like in the movies, it's not like in the books. The world doesn't stop. It doesn't give you a chance to change your action, it doesn't give you chance to think about what you are doing. One false move and one instinctive reaction. So fast that if you blink you'll miss everything. Nothing dramatical or grand at all. No intense music as it happens, no sad music as it ends and the 'hero' realizes what he has done. Because life isn't a movie. It doesn't give you second chances nor happy endings. In the end everybody dies so everybody is destined to an unhappy ending. Because unlike in the movies, we can't pause. We can't save one moment and live in it forever. In real life shit happens. Over and over again. Until you die. Maybe when you die things get happier and you get to live in that one paused movie moment. Over and over again.

But right now, that's not what's going to happen.

Right now, as he stares at Izaya's body, which was thrown away with the help of his strength and the street sign, Shizuo knows it's all over. The raven is done. He runs to his side and scoops him up, even though he knows that what awaits him aren't breathtaking last words, comforting smile, forgiveness or heartbreaking declaration of love beyond the grave. Because life isn't a movie. What welcomes him is a raven with broken neck and skull. The blond isn't sure if they broke when he was hit by a sign or when he flew into the wall. He hopes for the former. Somehow he thinks, Izaya would have suffered less if he died like that. It would have been quicker. He hopes he died not feeling pain.

The blond tucks his head in the raven's chest, sobs escaping him as tears mix with blood. It was so fast, so anticlimactic. As if ravens life wasn't worth the fuss. He didn't die a grand death, but a rather hilarious one. He died being hit like a ball over the whole room, by his best friend nonetheless. Izaya would surely be pissed at fated him death. He always said that if he ever was to die, he wanted to die a god's death. Shizuo chuckled lowly, imaging raven's spirit above him, fussing around and yelling at him, because he didn't deliver him to the other world in god worthy fashion.

"Sorry, Flea. Next time give me a heads up, okay?" He whispers into his friend's shirt.

Friend? Lover? Enemy?

What was even Izaya?

Shizuo sighed, realizing that Izaya planed this. He rushed to him with no attempt to kill, just wish to die. Izaya killed himself, using the monster Shizuo was. The leash cut itself lose on the monsters teeth.

"I wonder how you really felt about me, Flea."

He kisses the smaller male gently, tasting the blood that flooded his mouth. Blond strokes his hair and smiles. In all the books he ever read, people who died looked peaceful, as if they were sleeping.

More lies.

Izaya's head was cracked so bad that his brain was seeping out. His eyes were wide open. Shizuo couldn't determine did they look afraid or just crazed. Is this really how Izaya Orihara, self proclaimed god, wished to die?

He sighed and laid down the broken raven who shall never fly again. His bartender uniform was soaked with his friend's blood. The blond looked around, taking in all the spectators. They were talking loudly, yelling and complaining obviously dissatisfied. Maybe they expected a longer battle, more entertainment, more reason to cheer and spit at two teens pitted against ache other in battle for survival. No, this is definitely not something they expected.

They too expected something big, grand and explosive. Something worth of action scenes in a very good movie. But this was real life and Shizuo and Izaya were not main characters in this show. They were just chess pieces as Izaya would say. Extras that died small death, meaningless to the public that had its eyes glued to the main characters. When all is said and done and when the ending credits role, nobody will remember them. That's just how it is. That's just how the real world is.

The door on the side opened and he heard someone call out to him. They want him to come, to clean him from blood and then push him into the next thing they want him too do. Next person they want him to kill. But why should he? He's not really needed. Even if he's gone, the camera will still keep rolling, the world would still keep turning. Nobody grieves over extras. They just make to movie better, more real.

He smiled at the one calling him and sat next to Izaya's corps. He took his hand and ran small circles over it. The yelling got louder and footsteps started approaching him. This should be hard right? Not as easy as he thinks? No, he feels fine thinking about it. Feels as if it's the right thing to do. After all without his leash, who is to stop him? He could demolish all of them, smash and punch until they are all like Izaya. Bloody and broken. No one can stop him.

But those people are like cockroaches. Even if you kill all that you see, there will always be a million more waiting for you. There lustful, power greedy eyes scanning you over, ready to use you, exploiting you weakness, drinking and getting stronger of your own strength.

He was not a hero. No matter how much he tried he could never be one. His monstrous strength made him a monster, a villain. But then he was defeated and shackled and became just a tool. A tool in villain's hands. He never wanted to be something like that.

He'll make up for it. Right now. He looks down at Izaya and smiles, hoping the raven won't be too mad when he sees him.

He wrapped his hand around his own neck, squeezed tightly and quickly pulled it to the side, making it snap.

The last thing he heard was panicked shouting of a guard. The last thing he tasted was blood in his mouth from when he kissed the raven. The last thing he smelled was blood mixed with bleach, probably used to keep the arena squeaky clean even after all the blood spilled in it. The last thing he touched was Izaya's bloody hand and his own bleeding neck. The last thing he saw was Izaya's broken, disfigured face.

The last thing he thought was; "Shit, this hurts."

Then everything went black.

Yey, the end~ Are you mad? It was planed long, long ago that they'll both die. Woopsy. Anywise thank you guys so much for sticking with me even through my writing block and giving me such beautiful comments when I felt I was just throwing trash at you. Every single one of you who commented I LOVE YOU GUYS. You have no idea how much it helps me, because I was really insecure about my writing and you busted my confidence and practically made me all teary eyed. Sorry I couldn't give you a happy ending, but this story just wasn't meant to have one. I hope it's good as it is and I hope I didn't disappoint too much. Honestly I'm just glad I'm done. I turned a really good story into a disaster and I'm very ashamed, "sighs" Well time to move to the next unfinished fanfic. See you there. Bye~