Shizaya One-shots

Both Sides of a Story

Izaya and I have had a steady relationship for the past year. It kind of surprised me when the person you least expected to confess to you confessed to you. Izaya was completely baffled when I said yes, to be honest, I was too. Just the thought of Izaya with someone else made me uneasy. So to confirm these feelings, I went out with him.

Everything was going so well, but now, things have been going downhill. Izaya's usually "I love humanity" complex has turned into a reserved and quiet one. One day he was the usual eccentric narcissist, but the next day it was like that part of him disappeared. It was completely replaced with an insecure and depressing personality.

"Shizu-chan?" Izaya looks at me in the eyes.

"Oh sorry!" I apologized, "I guess I spaced out..."

"It's ok, what movie do you wanna see?" He stares at the selection of 5 and then to his phone.

"Hmm, how about you choose?" I nudge him.

"Eh? I always do the choosing, it's your turn." He scratches his cheek without looking up.

Liar. Izaya would never let me have the chance to choose before that time happened.

"I insist, you should," I nod at him.

He looks edgy, "But-"

I protest, we start to fight.

Seriously, when did these meaningless conversations turn into such a big argument?

Suddenly a beam over top of us moans in complain. It gives it's weight up and starts to fall.

"Izaya!" I cried and threw myself onto him to cover him from the beam.

~

My vision is a bit blurry, but it soon starts to clear up. Izaya is a couple meters away from me, nervously looking at his cellphone.

I try to turn my neck left to right, but I can't. When I try to call out to Izaya the same results happen. I look around only to where my peripheral vision could let me.

I sort of get the gist of my situation,  I'm in a flashback. The annoying ones where I can't achieve an action of my own but can only be triggered when a specific checkpoint is reached.

Izaya finally takes his eyes off his phone and turns around to look at me. He was still that happy-go-lucky guy 3 months ago.

He was speaking. There was no sound, only words that appeared in front of him as if they were subtitles to a foreign language.

"Sooorry about that! Those damn business looking guys wouldn't stop bothering me!" It read.

I suddenly realize what this flashback was.

It was from that time.

That time where everything turned into a catastrophe. I was reliving this memory, I could almost hear the words being spoken once again.

"No problem," I say.

"Yeah yeah," He does the jazz hands, "So about-"

He gets cut off by the little phone jingle that appears whenever a message is received.

"Ah- Sorry one sec!" He gives an apologetic smile and turns sideways.

Geez, even if it's a flashback, he's still the same old Izaya, always glued to his phone.

His beaming smile fades, his face goes pale.

"Are you ok?" I ask.

"Y-Yea, just a little mix up," He says, a trickle of sweat drops from his face.