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[June 12] [Crossover: Durarara!! x Fullmetal Alchemist] Lone Wolves
Title: Lone Wolves
Day/Theme: June 12, 2011 "You did not even know how to breathe."
Series: Crossover: Durarara x Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Shizuo & Kimblee
Rating: PG-13 (some sort of post-apocalpytic scenario)
Author's comment: If you guessed that I'm doubling up here to fill more No True Pair prompts with these crossovers, then you guessed right. ^^;
Shizuo's thoughts clamored for attention, fighting one against the other for priority. Where was he? What was going on? Where was the Tokyo skyline? Last he'd remembered, he'd been chasing Izaya down the street...the ground began to shake...something had hit him in the head? It hadn't really hurt, but...
"Good afternoon." The voice belonged to a dark-haired man. He was dressed in a slightly worse for the wear white suit. "I was worried about you for a while there. When I found you, you weren't even breathing."
Shizuo sat up. The back of his head ached, just slightly. He remembered a little more of what had proceeded his blackout. A sign had fallen from the side of a building- one of those big lit-up ones that hung from buildings advertising manga cafes or karaoke on the second or third floor. He supposed it made since to pass out after taking a hit like that. When his eyes took a quick scan of his condition, he noted that his clothes were somewhat more tattered than when he'd last looked at them. His socks actually felt damp. "Not...breathing?"
The man in white pointed off to a body of water several yards to their left. It sloshed rhythmically up against the rocks and broken blocks of concrete that seemed to make up its boundary. "Well, your head was underwater when I found you."
"This...this is Tokyo...isn't it?" Shizuo wanted to be sure of what he said, but he hadn't seen anything yet that would confirm this belief.
"Sure enough," the man shrugged, "At least it was Tokyo. I'm not sure if you would want to call it that anymore." Shizuo did not answer, trying to take all of this in. "I apologize for having to be the bearer of such bad news," the other man added. Considering the state of the city, his outlook seemed somewhat less grim than would be expected.
Shizuo didn't dwell on it though- there were more important things to be thinking about. Tom. Celty. Shinra. Kasuka. He shot up, wobbling just slightly before finding his center of balance. "Well, thanks for the CPR then, but I have to get moving," he gave the stranger a nod, then felt his pocket for a package of cigarettes that weren't there (his wallet, though possibly damaged, remained).
The man in white made a useless attempt at brushing himself off, then ran a hand over his hair (it was actually tied back pretty neatly, so Shizuo assumed all this touching of his person was just some weird habit). He followed Shizuo as he walked, although he moved a considerable degree slower. He already knew the blond was moving forward on a veritable fool's quest. "If I were you, I wouldn't bother letting myself get worked up about it," he said mildly.
Shizuo paused and fixed him with a hard look. He didn't like the sound of that, but he would hear the man out. "I'm willing to come along and search with you, but, you know, you've been out for hours. I walked through a decent stretch of city to get here. I was in Ueno Park when it happened. I saw a lot of devastation." He took a breath, saw Shizuo needed to hear the harsher words within him, and chose to deliver them, "Other than you, all I've found are bodies."
Shizuo took off running.
The man in white shrugged and followed at a distance, keeping his casual, but deliberate pace unaltered.
[to be continued, but at here or just at No True Pair? I'm not sure yet, sorry.]
Day/Theme: June 12, 2011 "You did not even know how to breathe."
Series: Crossover: Durarara x Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Shizuo & Kimblee
Rating: PG-13 (some sort of post-apocalpytic scenario)
Author's comment: If you guessed that I'm doubling up here to fill more No True Pair prompts with these crossovers, then you guessed right. ^^;
Shizuo's thoughts clamored for attention, fighting one against the other for priority. Where was he? What was going on? Where was the Tokyo skyline? Last he'd remembered, he'd been chasing Izaya down the street...the ground began to shake...something had hit him in the head? It hadn't really hurt, but...
"Good afternoon." The voice belonged to a dark-haired man. He was dressed in a slightly worse for the wear white suit. "I was worried about you for a while there. When I found you, you weren't even breathing."
Shizuo sat up. The back of his head ached, just slightly. He remembered a little more of what had proceeded his blackout. A sign had fallen from the side of a building- one of those big lit-up ones that hung from buildings advertising manga cafes or karaoke on the second or third floor. He supposed it made since to pass out after taking a hit like that. When his eyes took a quick scan of his condition, he noted that his clothes were somewhat more tattered than when he'd last looked at them. His socks actually felt damp. "Not...breathing?"
The man in white pointed off to a body of water several yards to their left. It sloshed rhythmically up against the rocks and broken blocks of concrete that seemed to make up its boundary. "Well, your head was underwater when I found you."
"This...this is Tokyo...isn't it?" Shizuo wanted to be sure of what he said, but he hadn't seen anything yet that would confirm this belief.
"Sure enough," the man shrugged, "At least it was Tokyo. I'm not sure if you would want to call it that anymore." Shizuo did not answer, trying to take all of this in. "I apologize for having to be the bearer of such bad news," the other man added. Considering the state of the city, his outlook seemed somewhat less grim than would be expected.
Shizuo didn't dwell on it though- there were more important things to be thinking about. Tom. Celty. Shinra. Kasuka. He shot up, wobbling just slightly before finding his center of balance. "Well, thanks for the CPR then, but I have to get moving," he gave the stranger a nod, then felt his pocket for a package of cigarettes that weren't there (his wallet, though possibly damaged, remained).
The man in white made a useless attempt at brushing himself off, then ran a hand over his hair (it was actually tied back pretty neatly, so Shizuo assumed all this touching of his person was just some weird habit). He followed Shizuo as he walked, although he moved a considerable degree slower. He already knew the blond was moving forward on a veritable fool's quest. "If I were you, I wouldn't bother letting myself get worked up about it," he said mildly.
Shizuo paused and fixed him with a hard look. He didn't like the sound of that, but he would hear the man out. "I'm willing to come along and search with you, but, you know, you've been out for hours. I walked through a decent stretch of city to get here. I was in Ueno Park when it happened. I saw a lot of devastation." He took a breath, saw Shizuo needed to hear the harsher words within him, and chose to deliver them, "Other than you, all I've found are bodies."
Shizuo took off running.
The man in white shrugged and followed at a distance, keeping his casual, but deliberate pace unaltered.
[to be continued, but at here or just at No True Pair? I'm not sure yet, sorry.]