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Who: Izaya, Dark Link (Sola), Shizuo, and Zelda
Where: On one of the higher buildings in Vatheon for Link and Izaya, ground for Zelda and Shizuo. Yanno how it goes.
When: Friday Evening- just before the sun sets.
Style: Prose for emotionally cryptic content and whatever.
Status: Closed

There had always been a lurking desire, a curiosity of what it was like to die. Izaya liked to think that every human had that curiosity. They wanted to see what dying felt like. They wanted to see, especially, what came after death. Izaya, while an atheist, had always wondered what lay in store for the demsie of his self. There was a thick fear of no longer existing in the world. Perhaps that was the thing that had drawn him to be so fascinated with people who were suicidal. He always wondered how their mind-track worked. How did they actually get to the decision that they wished to die? How, how, how? Izaya was a little surprised more people in Vatheon didn't kill themselves just to understand. Then again, Izaya came from a world of mild despair and heavy apathy.

His shoes were just barely over the edge of the building. It was a long fall but he had made falls like this before. But he had always skidded over the side of the building and used it to break in the fall and narrowed his body down to more so run along the side rather than fall. Today, he would not do that.

At first, he had planned on simply watching Sola fall and explode out in a pile of gore at the very bottom- but....Then a black thought came to mind.

What if he jumped too? A smirk slowly crafted itself across his face and a rare form of insanity breached upon his expression. He was a horrible person and he was so very aware of that. The irony of it all were the people who tried to reassure him that no, no he was a good person somewhere in it all.

Sickly enough, deep down, Izaya knew that that actually just simply wasn't true.

He knew that this was taking a knife to any foundation of a relationship Shizuo and himself had but what did it matter? As far as Izaya was concerned, he was more alone than ever before. Shizuo was preoccupied with the past himself and Izaya had never said that this would be easy. Izaya felt a disgusting amount of hate and spite towards Shizuo. As well as Zelda. He wanted to hurt her in indescribable ways. He wanted to hurt Shizuo and deliver to him the pain of the world. He wanted to split apart his mind at the seams and shove his heart into a pit of acid.

Since Shizuo had so generously given him his heart to do with as he pleased.

Izaya knew that that man would never love him, never find him important- his most important.

Maybe it had cracked Izaya deeper than he'd ever be able to explain. Maybe this was his breaking point. But it was a glorious breaking point if there ever was one.

And he spread his arms out like a holy saint of the suicide and twirled carelessly on the edge.

He faced Sola, smile of sheer excitement on his face.

"They should be here soon."

He had sent both Shizuo and Zelda individual texts to excitedly request them to meet them where both Sola and Izaya were. And Izaya only wished the building were lower- if only to see their faces.

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Maybe Shizuo was right. No, he was definitely right. Izaya needed protection from himself. And that was probably the first time that anyone even thought of that. Not that Izaya was about to have a pleasant chat with Shizuo over his feelings. He felt like the blond would never really care to understand. Not that Izaya cared if he did or not. No.

He was so tangled up in his own thoughts that he barely registered Sola's words. Hold hands. It would cement the fact that they would both go together and it was the nudge for Izaya to take that extra leap. That leap of faith, so he had decided to entitle it.

"Of course," he answered honestly.

"Don't be scared. I promise we will come back," Izaya said, placing his palm for a moment against the side of Sola's face. He looked down intently at the elfish boy and for a moment, felt pity for him. He had no idea of the danger of this world and the man before him. But not a moment after that- he felt amusement.

"Listen. Shizuo is probably going to try and stop us. Or at least save you. They'll want us to not do it. That's just how people are supposed to act. So ignore them and their faces, okay? We'll jump," Izaya assured him. He removed his hand from Sola's face and went back to the edge of the building.

And there were Zelda and Shizuo. He stepped back up onto the edge of the building and stared down. It was definitely far away enough to kill them but it wasn't so far that it was impossible to see Shizuo and Zelda's faces, even if just barely.

The sensation of mental delusion sank in and Izaya began to pace, a skip in his step before finally he leaned over the edge and held his hands up to either side of his mouth and called down to them:

"Shi-zu-chaaaaan! Zelda! Hello!" he called out jubilantly, as though they were all meeting together for tea. He glanced over at Sola and smiled warmly, encouragingly.

He was so far gone into this plan that he didn't even see the dark anymore.

"Stand up with me. Come on. Show your devotion," he enthused, holding his hand out to Sola.

Slipping his hand into Izaya's, Sola tentatively stepped up onto the ledge beside him. His grip was sweaty and shaky, revealing his nervousness in a very real sense. The way Izaya said that, 'show your devotion,' it reminds him of his master and does nothing to put him at ease.

But Izaya is not Ganondorf, Izaya is trying to help him, help both of them, so they don't have to hurt anymore and everyone can be happy. Everything will be better.

The Hylian looked down at the pair of blonde heads below, barely able to make out their upturned faces in the dying light of day. He imagined Zelda smiling, embracing him when he returned and apologizing for everything she'd said against him, for not realizing sooner how she truly felt. He would embrace her in kind, wipe away her tears, and tell her he forgave her. That everything would be fine. Sola closed his eyes for a moment, holding onto the wish, that deep-rooted desire, then nodded to Izaya with clear eyes, squeezing his hand.

"Thank you. You're a good friend, Izaya."

Edited 2012-02-24 23:49 (UTC)

"Shizuo, it's fine, I think he just wants to..." she trailed off as Izaya called to them from above, looking up.

At first she was just confused. Why were they up there, when Zelda had been told to be down here? It didn't make any sense. She just couldn't think of any good reason for it. Was there something that they wanted them to see? And why was someone else there, too?

Even at that moment, she didn't suspect Izaya of doing something bad.

"What are you doing up there?" she called back, sounding curious and a little worried but not overly so. She knew that Izaya could keep his balance, he wouldn't fall.

Despite the insight that Shizuo did have, he had always lacked the ability to full see any of Izaya's plans. It's how he managed to get hit by vehicles more than once, how Izaya always managed to get the upper hand. When Izaya called out and Shizuo looked up, he knew something bad was about to happen. But the thought of them jumping off didn't occur to him.

Not at first.

"Izaya!" he called up to him. It was meant to be a warning, but maybe it was more of a plead. A way of begging him not to do whatever even though he was having trouble really putting together what was so bad about it. He knew Izaya was upset about Zelda, but he thought they had moved beyond that. They had dated, and spent a night together. They were working toward making things better. Things were okay, maybe even better than okay. Izaya couldn't be throwing that away now.

And he said he'd try to be a better person, for him.

But he had also said no promises. And maybe that meant all the difference in the world. No promises.

Then they were both standing on the ledge and pieces began to connect in Shizuo's mind. "Zelda-!" Shizuo wanted to try and communicate what exactly was forming in his head, but he couldn't find the words quickly enough.

This moment was like a fragile piece of glass. One that Izaya was going to openly shatter. There was a complicated thought process reeling through his mind. One that he knew that Shizuo would never understand. He was going to try and break this bond and crush down into nothing. Not even something akin to hate. If he couldn't have Shizuo-

He covered his face with a hand for a moment before he dropped it altogether and glanced over at Sola.

"Ever hear of Peter Pan? Says that birds can fly because they have perfect faith. So how much faith do you have in me, Sola?" he asked, but before he could let the dark replica answer, he took a fearless step forward and allowed his body to plummet forward and off of the building's edge entirely.

His weight pulled Sola after him and not a few seconds after they had fallen from the edge, he released Sola's hand- or maybe it slipped from his own- he really wasn't sure which. But he started to laugh, an arm instantly curling over his stomach.

God, he had become the pathetic creature that he so loathed and looked down on. He really did deserve this death.

Despite it all, he still had the time to glance up at Shizuo and Zelda, if only to see their reactions. If he was going to black out for a while, he wanted to be his last memory of their expressions.

It would be perfect.

Sola had opened his mouth to respond when Izaya stepped off the edge, pulling the replica with him so suddenly he cried out, letting his friend's hand slip from his grasp and tumbling through the air after him. He reached as well as he could for Izaya but the wind whipped his hair in his face, stinging his eyes and blurring his vision so he was forced to close them, unable to reach for that shred of hope that he could return from the terrifying nothingness that he knew awaited him when his body met the pavement below.

Doubts assailed him as he fell. He was alone. He wouldn't come back. Zelda would cry and Ion would cry and Signless would wake up and he wouldn't be there...

But it was too late for regrets. Too late to acknowledge the twisted knot in the pit of his stomach that had been growing since his roommate had first suggested this, that he had ignored because Izaya had given him a hope that he so desperately wanted to believe, that was too good to be true.

Maybe it would work for Izaya, and Sola hoped this all turned out perfectly according to plan for him, but now, in his final moments, Sola had lost sight of the hope that had lead him here just as he lost his grip on the informant's hand.

So Sola did all he had left to do.

He waited to die.

Zelda didn't have time to think when they started to fall, she only had time to react. She brought her hands before her and called upon the spell that allowed her to become Sheik, then started racing up towards the wall without a second's delay.

He threw down a deku nut when he got near, propelling himself upwards and to the falling pair. Without looking who he was grabbing onto, he pulled Izaya close with one arm, then turned to see who he had missed.

Sola. He caught his gaze for the briefest of moments, but it felt like time slowed when he saw his face. The Sheikah stretched his spare arm out to try and grab the replica's hand, reaching his fingertips out desperately... but he wasn't close enough. Half a second's glance downward and he realized he didn't have time to get to him, not if he wanted to survive this. He looked back at Sola once more, his visible eye expressing deep sorrow.

~I'm so sorry...~

Closing his eyes, he turned in the air and threw another nut down, activating the short-range teleportation that moved the Sheikah and Izaya safely to the ground below. It wasn't a moment too soon.

Edited 2012-02-25 05:16 (UTC)

Shizuo didn't have time to put those loosely formed thoughts into words. All of a sudden, it was happening - they were falling. Shizuo's knee-jerk reaction was to try his hardest to help Sola - Sola was the victim and Izaya must have had a plan because Izaya always had a plan. He didn't have time to wonder whether that was true - all Shizuo could do was run forward and try to somehow catch Sola.

Shizuo was fast, but he wasn't fast enough, and Sola hit the pavement right in front of him.

It was sickening. Shizuo stopped short. Things splattered and broke in a way that Shizuo's mind couldn't register, couldn't wrap itself around. It didn't look like Sola anymore - things were displaced and bloody and wrong in so many ways. He forced himself into kneeling, placing a hand on Sola's back as though wanting to check to see if he was breathing, but the way his flesh moved was just so wrong - there was no way -

Dead. He was dead. Izaya had killed him. And it was Shizuo's fault.

He couldn't turn around to look at Zelda - to see Izaya. He could hardly process what was before him.

The sound of a body hitting pavement was something that was undeniable to the ear. Everything happened in what felt like a split second that Izaya was literally shocked to silence. He was in strong, firm arms, and saw a flash of blond and for a moment- for a heart agonizingly stupid moment- he had thought that maybe Shizuo had saved his life. But then he realized- a bit coldly- that no. No. It had been Sheik.

Sheik. Sheik was Zelda.

That-

And that was Sola's body that had exploded like a ripe water melon down below. That was what that sound had been. That indistinguishable thud of a human meeting their demise with open arms.

No. This was not how things had been planned. He hadn't expected to be saved. He had known that they would both try to do something but he didn't expect it. No. When the world stopped around him, he began to struggle around in Sheik's arms.

"Let me go," he hissed, pushing against the man's firm chest. He flipped out his blade and slashed it out- right across Sheik's cheek and pushed off of the man.

It wasn't a long fall. No longer enough to kill him and Izaya did the most basic parkour down until he landed on his feet. He glanced at Sola's ruined body and then briefly at Shizuo and his eyes slitted.

Then, like an animal, and like the coward he truly was, he darted from the scene, ducking into the nearest ally. He had to get away.

He didn't even notice the cut on his cheek as he landed softly on the ground. Sheik practically flew towards Sola, shedding the transformation as he moved. Sola might still be alive. She only had seconds, but maybe, maybe there was just a spark of life remaining... Zelda called on the full power of the Triforce, healing the body completely and kneeling down to shake Sola.

"Sola? Sola!" she called out desperately. There was no response. Not even registering if Izaya or Shizuo was still there, she tilted her head back and let out a soundless cry of distress, not able to call forth the breath necessary to voice the scream.

Shizuo wasn't thinking clearly.

How could he?

There was a subtle, irrational desire to put Sola back together again, to somehow make him whole, and he even went so far as to move forward, as if to do that, as if he could somehow make it better by treating it like a puzzle. It was completely illogical, but a traumatized mind hardly knows how to make sense. And the guilt - it was beginning to grow and fester, even in those early moments.

Then he heard Izaya.

Izaya.

It was like something clicked on in his mind.

And then Shizuo didn't see Sola or Sheik, anymore.

All he saw was Izaya running away and Shizuo wanted to track him down. He wanted to get Izaya in his hands and shake him or crush him or yell at him or fucking break down because he ruined everything and he killed Sola and he did it - he hurt the person most important to him -

Shizuo didn't know what he wanted. He just wanted to make sure Izaya couldn't run.

So he took off after him, motivated by that singular desire, and did not stop running.

Zelda didn't even try to stop him. She curled over Sola and let out a keening wail, crying unashamedly right out there in the open for much longer than she ever intended to. She's nothing if not strong, though, and so before long she puts Sola's arms over her shoulders and stands, slowly trying to move his body somewhere less public, out of the bloody mess that he had left behind.

It had been the piercing cry that had grabbed Guy's attention. He couldn't place the voice, but it had been close enough and pained enough that he had dropped what he was carrying and darted through the nearest alleyway

The scent of blood was strong and more than a little alarming as he skidded around a corner, skirting around one of the larger buildings in town. He heard the shuffling of feet and fleeing bodies going down another street, although he couldn't make out the two figures with how dark it had been.

And then he turns once more, and there was Zelda, arms coated in blood, dragging a similarly-tainted body into the alley.

The body of Sola.

"Zelda-- what--"

His eyes widen. With the amount of blood and Sola appearing so unresponsive, Guy's mind is starting to jump to some pretty nasty conclusions. But it only takes a moment before he shoves them aside. Zelda already appeared shaken, and he wasn't about to make the situation worse with unnecessary questions.

The blonde sets his jaw, his expression slides into more neutral ground and his gaze set firmly on Zelda rather than the figure on her back. He steps forward, hesitantly keeping a good two feet between them.

"Zelda. What's going on - what happened?"

"Sola jumped. He's - he's dead," she murmured. Most of her tears had dried by then, but a few were still making their way down her cheeks. She made no move to wipe them away, shifting under Sola's weight. "I healed him, but it was too late."

For a dangerous moment, she looked like she might throw herself at Guy and start crying all over again, but she took a breath and stopped herself from doing something so inappropriate. "Guy, can you... can you help me carry him? I don't think I can make it back home," she said in a strained voice. She was exhausted enough that she didn't even think of turning in to Sheik.

Guy fought to keep a string of curses under his breath. Damn. Damn, this kid had barely even begun to live, if what Ion had told him was true. Why the hell would he even consider such a thing?

Certainly not over everything that had happened during the curse, he hoped. Sure, Sola had been torn up about it. Even driven to sickness by the aftermath. But to death?

Tch... the idiot.

The tension in Zelda's voice was enough to snap his attention back. Guy gave a firm nod at her request, taking another hesitant step forward. After a moment, he gingerly circled around her, placing firm hands against the arms of the corpse resting on Zelda's back.

Immediately, Guy's actions froze.

He closed his eyes and took in a shallow breath.

No.

No, no.

He couldn't afford to have that happen here. Just this once, just this once, he needed to keep his fear under control. But he could feel anxiety bubbling up inside him as he realizes just how close he is to touching the woman in front of him, and it comes through when he speaks.

"H-here, let me take him, alright?" He winced as he heard his voice crack, then swallowed dryly before trying again with a firmer tone. "I can carry him - I'll stay right here and keep him with me. You give yourself room to rest. Please, Zelda."

She looked worn enough as it was. Guy hoped Zelda would just allow him to take the body. He could manage that just fine; it was the alternative that he wasn't so sure about... and his hands were already starting to shake.

Zelda tensed up when she felt the weight lifting slightly from her back. She grabbed his arm, looking fiercely defensive when he tried to take Sola away entirely.

"No. I want to help."

"Kkkk--- N-no, NO, get OFF--"

Zelda's fingers had barely gripped his arm before Guy fiercely yanked it back, pushing against her other shoulder with his free hand, as if he'd been burned by the touch. He released his hold on Sola and scrambled backwards, not stopping until his back was against the nearest wall, his face pale and his breathing tight.

He stared at her for several long moments, before the frantic look in his eyes finally clouded and his expression tightened into a grimace.

"S-sorry."

She stumbled and almost fell when he let go suddenly. His extreme reaction broke through her haze. What in the world was that about? She had only touched his arm! She did vaguely recall him talking about his personal space when they were worrying about the mistletoe together, but even Zelda didn't care if someone touched her arm

Her eyes were comically wide when she finally managed to respond to him. "I-I'm sorry? I didn't intend to harm you...?"

Guy attempted a weak chuckle at that, his palms up and waving. "Hah...N-no, please, don't apologize. No harm done - y-you didn't hurt me or anything..."

He exhaled slowly, a hand running through his hair as his voice took on a more somber tone. "Sorry. I-it's just a reaction - I can't control it." He ran a hand along the back of his neck, shakily pushing himself up and away from the alley wall. This was the worst time he could possibly think of to be dealing with this.
It was always difficult to explain. Guy hoped he wouldn't have to, at least not in detail - Zelda surely had enough on her mind without having to worry about his reactions around her.

"Are you alright? I didn't mean to shove."

"Yes, I am fine. May I ask what caused the reaction so I don't inadvertently do it again?" she sounded genuinely concerned, even as upset as she was. Zelda wasn't used to people recoiling from her like that, most people seemed to find her to be pleasant enough company. She didn't need too many details about the situation, but she wanted to be sure that she never made Guy look so completely terrified ever again.

The princess shifted her weight under Sola, watching Guy carefully. It was almost as if she had caused him some sort of trauma just by touching him.

"...I'm terrified of women."

There. Plain and simple.

He sighed. "That's it. That's my only reason. Please don't take that too much to heart, alright? Besides, I'd still like to help, regardless of... this." He gestured vaguely at himself. Unless Zelda let him carry the body, there wasn't much he could do, other than escort her and make sure she made it home in one piece. If she was going to remain stubborn about it, that was her choice. But he wasn't about to leave her alone with a dead body.

Edited (whoops, what is third person) 2012-02-26 21:15 (UTC)

"I see. Well, I do need the help." Izaya knew about Sheik now, so what did it even matter? If he set his mind to it, the whole city would know. She might as well just take advantage of the transformation ability. Zelda set Sola down carefully, bringing her hands in front of her. There was a flash, and then the Sheikah stood where the princess had been moments before, kneeling to pick up Sola again.

"Is this better?" his voice was significantly deeper, not to mention the physical changes indicating that he was no longer a woman.

"Ah..."

He was used to magic, and he had known that Zelda had mentioned her own abilities in passing. But having the flash dissipate and seeing a completely different person in her place was... unsettling. It took him a moment to process what just happened. Or who exactly was standing in front of him.

This was Zelda, right?

Zelda, with some very ...obvious changes.

"...Yeah. Yeah, you're fine." He clears his throat and steps forward, tucking his own arm around Sola's body. Even with the knowledge that this man was actually Zelda, he still found his anxiety completely at bay.

That was... odd.

He fought to keep a grimace of disgust off his face. Oh, how he hated this ridiculous fear. He took the chance to change the subject before they could linger on it any longer.

"Do you have a destination in mind?"

"My house," he responded gruffly. "It's the third one in the Ordo neighborhood, here in the middle district. With both of us carrying him, we should be able to make it there in about 15 minutes."

Sheik cleared his throat awkwardly. "Thank you for the help. I appreciate it. I won't speak about your condition if you don't want me to."

I'm fine with it.

Cool. Also Mandie'll be a bit, she has a client.

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