I Do Not Own Durarara!, only this story

(The Best Song To Listen To For This Chapter Is: You Are The Moon - The Hush Sound)

"The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or even touched- they must be felt with the heart."

~Helen Keller

Prologue

"And yet again, I am bored." Said a certain voice that had slipped through a man's lips, his black locks now dancing along with the breeze. Crimson eyes glanced down onto all the lovely humans he so loved to examine now on the rooftop he was sitting on. The sun that was once smiling upon the city filled with excitement now dying down over the horizon like a curtain. It was a beautiful view that only came once at a fulfilling moment of ease, but he was not fully at ease.

"Stupid protozoan." He found his voice again.

That 'protozoan' has caused trouble for the informant with his unpredictable ways- but even if only that, he had brought unpleasant memories that the raven had thought were burned long ago. Heiwajima Shizuo, the beast of Ikebukuro, saved Orihara Izaya.

He did not only save his enemy, but he brought back his weakness that the other 'monsters' gave him.

From saving him? Weakness? Gods don't have weaknesses... Perhaps he wasn't a God?

Impossible. Gods couldn't, and if so, shouldn't have weaknesses.

"...Stupid Shizu-chan."

With those words now spoken, the sun's rays had fallen and could no longer be seen. Dark had risen with it's eerie setting and cold chills that could send shivers down anyone's spine.

The sounds of cars honking and wheels screeching onto the street, voices of laughing and footsteps tapping onto cement, street lights becoming brighter than they ever are in the morning...

Beautiful.

But something as Godly as he believed he was, he was only a mere human who toyed with his humans he 'loved'. He was no where near beautiful. Far from it.

Far.

Far from it...

How much he would give to be as pure as he was, pure as snow, but someone needed to watch over his beloved humans.

He had fixed his crimson eyes onto the now entering navy sky as small dots started to appear vibrantly. The big stars shined brightly, but he still shined brighter. It was known that dying stars shined the brightest before dying out; as if it was giving it's all to be noticed before it turned into nothing but dust. He wasn't dying. He died a long time ago.

He had died a long time ago.

He broke his gaze with the wide sky trying to gain relaxation from the soothing cool wind brushing across his face. He felt as if he was floating off into space to rest peacefully for eternity; as long as necessary- he just wanted to get away from the shadows that had brought him down into a shivering mess from the past.

As neatly as he could manage, the man had stood up swatting his hands over his clothes trying to remove remaining dust that had pinned itself onto him. Spinning around and turning on his heel, he gave one last glance up at the dark sky, now illuminated by stars that were as bright as city lights.

"You really are stupid, Shizu-chan..."