Izaya has always loved the rain.

Sometimes Izaya wished it rained all the time.

Because no matter what type it is, Shizuo always finds him.

-rain-

Trash Pov

I don't know why, but I find it calming.

I sit at the window in my office, watching the mist and rain slowly engulf Shinjuku.

Shizu-chan sits with me, usually me somehow leaning on him, whether it's his shoulder or chest.

The silence is comforting, let's me know that this is real.

He would rest against me and me against him.

Sometime during the night, his arms would curl around me, pulling me closer to him.

I fall asleep against him, listening to his calming heart beat.

While the gentle patter of water is against the windows.

My favourite type of rain is the downpour that will come suddenly and make going out impossible.

Shizu-chan and I have the house to ownselves and the deafening rain make the night's absolute bliss.

Everything is quiet except the bedroom where bodies lay together.

Where moans, shouts and groans bounce of the walls.

Where kisses are sweet, touches are soft.

Where names and sweet nothings are exchanged in the moments of your Valhalla.

All the while, the rain falls down, keeping our noises to ourselves.

And if we're caught in the downfall, making out in the rain isn't bad either.

Then, there's are the thunderstorms.

Something that was tedious.

I hated thunderstorms ever since I was a child.

Even though time's moved on and is behind me, it still torments me.

Shizu-chan helps. He protects me.

Keeps me warm, keeps me safe.

He knows he can't stop the storm.

He know he can't stop the nightmares returning.

But he still comes.

He acts like my light in my darkest times.

He just cuddles me and holds me close. Tells me it's okay.

And soon I fall asleep against my brute, feeling as though everything was better.

-rain-

Sometimes Izaya wished it rained all the time because then, Shizuo would never leave.

the end