Durarara Lemons

Catching Sparks (2)

Shizuo's POV
I hadn't even gotten his name.

I realized this just two days after the fact. Then again, he hadn't gotten mine either. Weird, random thoughts had been invading my mind since I left the club that night. They ranged from wondering what he did for a living all the way to the obscene question of what could have possibly happened if I stayed there.

That was pretty normal, right? I mean, if you enter an uncomfortable and new situation like that, it would stick in your mind for a while. Not to mention curiosity was supposed to build when you discovered something new about yourself.

... but...

I jolted when something hit me on the forehead. Focusing on what was in front of me, I saw Kadota leaning over the table holding a stack of papers he had surely just hit me with.

"I'm not doing this report alone, you know," Kadota spoke, raising an eyebrow. I cursed under my breath and quickly repositioned my pencil where I had left off writing.

"Sorry," I muttered. Kadota sighed and leaned back to his side of the table.

"You've been out of it lately. Something up?" Kadota inquired. I willed my cheeks from turning a bright red.

The thought of admitting this to him still horrified me.

It horrified me even more that my mind had been filled with nothing but those damn ruby eyes instead of the man sitting across from me! Kadota was the start of all of this. He was my best friend, someone I knew well and could consider dating. I didn't know anything about the guy from the club, not even his name! It was ridiculous!

"Well..."

I started, but then stopped. I really didn't know how to put this. How could this be addressed in a round-about way?

"... have you dated anyone?"

"Ha?"

"I've never seen you with anyone..."

I hoped that didn't sound too weird. Kadota merely raised a brow.

"Uh, yeah, I've dated a few girls. I decided to focus on college for awhile," Kadota responded. Girls, of course. "Is that why you've been all weird?" I tensed, momentarily petrified. "Wait, are you about to turn me into a love counselor?"

He eyed me suspiciously. I was just happy that he seemed clueless about the feelings I had for him.

...

Should one be happy when the object of their affections doesn't return the sentiment?

... the feelings I had for him?

It was him, damn it! Everything was for him! I would have never gone to that stupid club if it wasn't for him, and I definitely never would have met that guy..!

Why did everything come back to that guy?

"Uh... if you seriously want me to hear you out, I will."

".. what?"

".. you looked really angry there for a second."

"..."

Fuck.

"Just.. frustrated," I sighed, once again positioning my pencil on the page, "Forget I said anything. We need to finish this project."

I couldn't believe I was once again standing outside of this club.

In front of me was the same sight from four days ago. The backdrop was slightly different, because storms had invaded the area since yesterday and cast a ceiling of dark clouds over Tokyo, but those bright lights continued to shine. If I wasn't mistaken, the bouncer at the door was even the very same one who had let me in before.