Don't Jump

My first song fic! Also, this fic is based off of an RP I did with a friend over FB~

Song: Don't Jump by Tokio Hotel

Disclaimer: I own nothing, neither the song nor anime!

Warning: May contain major OOC and depressing situations

The brunette informant sat on the ledge of the fountain, looking into the water at his reflection. He had a look of disgust and narrowed red eyes. The God he once thought himself to be had vanished and he felt weak and useless.

The tall ex-bartender had been walking through the city with a cigarette in his mouth. He was curious about what had happened earlier that day, when a certain informant had bumped into him. But something just wasn't right; he didn't seem like his normal self. Something had to be up.

Izaya turns around, deciding to ignore the reflection. He watches the humans he once devoted his life to observing. After the crowd began to become a boring blob that no longer interested him, he was about to get up and walk away; that is, until he noticed a familiar head of bleached blonde hair in the gray blur of moving bodies. "Shizu-chan?.." He whispered to himself, half standing up already. His body began to unconsiously move towards the man in the bartending suit. He started to walk quickly to catch up to the blonde, and grabbed his wrist to stop him. "Shizu-chan.."

The blonde turned around and looked down at the informant. "Izaya..What are you..?" he started to say, but was cut off by the raven haired man leaning against him and wrapping his arms around him into a hug. He was taken aback by this action, however, he did return the hug. "What's wrong?"

Izaya clung to him, holding his face down knowing that his face is streaked by tears. "..sorry.." He mumbled into the blonde's shirt.

The taller man looked at the brunette with soft eyes. "For what?" He placed a hand on the smaller one's head in a soothing manner.

Izaya looked up and dropped his arms, his face was not the same at all. He looked as if he had been crying for some time, with his cheeks red and his eyes a bit puffy. "I-I'm sorry..for everything.."

"It's fine, I forgive you" Shizuo smiled, showing the brunette he was telling the truth. He had been worrying about him for a while. Something must have happened to the informant, but he still wouldn't tell him, no matter how many times he had asked.

The smaller man reached up and wiped his face in an attempt to get the tears to stop falling. He didn't like feeling so weak, and despite feeling like crap and regretting what had happened just now, he didn't want to be seen so..human to everyone. He still longed to be like a God, though the delusion he used to have was long gone. He turned around and was about to start running before a large hand was placed on his shoulder to stop him.

"Everything is going to be fine." The ex-bartender said in hopes of getting him to stop feeling so worthless. At least that's what he thought was the problem. Though maybe dignity wasn't the whole thing, it had seemed to be more complicated than that.

Izaya smiled weakly up at Shizuo and placed a hand on his. "Good bye, Shizuo.." he said, almost in a whisper, but he knew the blonde could hear it. As he started to turn back around, he pushed the larger hand off of his shoulder and started to run. He could feel the tears threatening to fall again, but this time he didn't hold them back. They rolled down his cheeks against the wind as he ran in the direction of Shinjuku.

As Shizuo watched the man run, fading away into the thick crowd that moved like a gray blur of people, he whispered quietly, "It's not good bye.."

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