The Red String of Hate - Shizaya Fanfic

The Red String

Shizuo Heiwajima, as usual, was minding his own business. He was deep in thought, with thoughts about a story he had once been told, about a red string that connects two people.

He had once been told that you could not see the string attached to your own body, but maybe that wasn't true. 

He bit his lip and concentrated on the thought alone of a red string. 

After a moment of this concentration, he looked around. Something had changed.

He could see other people's strings, connecting them to the people they were destined to meet and maybe fall in love with.

Shizuo glanced around. Simon, across the street, had one. It looked long, and was knotted in places, tangled and bunched up. 

He saw the group of three high school students that always seemed to be in on the trouble of this city. 

One of three strings tangled behind the group, stretching with how the teen walked. 

Shizuo almost smiled, seeing that there was only one other string, attaching two members of the group.*

Hn, he thought. They must have no idea.

Shizuo's gaze was taken down to his own hand. He blinked when he saw his own string. He guessed it was pretty cool that he could see his string. But it wasn't red. 

This one was flickering black and white, and tied to his own pinkie. 

Without so much as a second thought, he began to follow this string, this blinking and flickering imaginary ribbon tying him to another person somewhere around the world. 

He followed this string out of the city, finding knots and tangles along the way. He got some strange looks, a man walking and looking at the ground like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

He was intrigued by this thin rope, changing quickly from black to white, and now to red. As he seemed to get closer, this string began flickering black to red to black again. 

No more white. This was getting interesting. 

He stopped in front of an apartment building. A familiar building with a disgusting smell to it. 

This was his apartment building. 

Izaya's.

He hesitated, before making his way in. 

He followed this blinking string up the stairs of the building. There was a closed door, which his string ran under.

Shit, he thought. It's his apartment. Nothing good can come from this.

Of course, he knocked on the door. 

After a moment, there was the click of a deadbolt, and the door opened just slightly.

"Oh. It's you," said the girl that was peaking out of the crack between the door and the frame. 

Namie. 

"Is Izaya here?" For some unknown reason, that was the first thing out of his mouth.

"I don't think I'm authorized to tell you that information," she gave a small, fake smile.

"In other words, he is."

Namie gave a tiny smirk, then she looked behind her.

Another voice cut in, "Let him in, Namie. It'll be nice to have some company."

Without another word, she unlocked the chain lock and opened the door the rest of the way. 

Shizuo's eyes followed that blinking string across the floor. 

It wound, and tangled, and in some places looking like it had been tied back together. He guessed that meant that the story was wrong in that the string could be broken. 

He followed the string up the side of the couch, and there lay Izaya's hand, pinkie tied off with the other end of this blinking string. 

A/N

* Yep, I'm leaving it up to you to decide who is connected, and whose string is trailing. It could be Masaomi's and leading to Saki, it could be Anri's leading to, like, Erika. It could be Mikado's, leading to Aoba. Whatever you like~

A/N: This may be a two part story, or maybe even a three, but I'm going to try and do this because I misread another title and this came to mind. 

I hope you all like, and I apologize for any characters if they're OOC.