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Shizuo Heiwajima stood there, watching her figure fade into the crowd. She was leaving him, for what was probably forever. He bit his lip so hard it bled, fighting the urge to chase after her, to grab her arm, to tell her all those things he'd wanted to say, but couldn't find the right way to say them. He wanted nothing more to find some shadowy corner and hide himself away there, to wallow in sadness until she became nothing more than a memory.

Riaka... why are you leaving me like this? He thought sadly.

Riaka, his middle - and now high school - friend was leaving him, for another country with her parents. She'd spent several years with him, Izaya, and Shinra in Raira Academy, causing trouble and making alliances that ran deep throughout the social connections of the school, and eventually the city. Riaka, the one who'd always stood up for him, even when everyone had walked out on her. Riaka, the one person who always seemed to know what was on his mind..

Gone.

He watched as her cinnamon hair wisp through the shadows of the crowd, until it was no longer seen. She didn't even look sad as she told him that she was going to America to finish her schooling, to persue her dream of becoming a graphic artist, to travel the world without things holding her back. Those completely unnatural orange eyes had been emotionless, her voice was like her determination; as cold and strong as steel. Now Shizuo wanted nothing more than to have her come back, to tell him it was all a joke.

Why.. Why?!

Shizuo let out a yell and slammed a fist into the wall of the building he was standing in front of, sending long cracks shooting up the wall. His knuckles bled, people were screaming, but it meant nothing to him. With tears in his eyes, he spun around and ran away, going nowhere in particular, just away. To escape the pain, the anger, the hurt. He was so, so angry. He couldn't control himself anymore; the emotions that were bubbling inside of him as she told him that she was leaving had to be vented. So he found an old alleyway, where there was nothing but abandoned buildings surrounding it, and began to pound away at the nearest wall.

Slam! Slam! Slam! CR-ACK! Shizuo didn't care that the building's wall was beginning to weaken.

Slam! Slam! SLAM! CRRRRACK-! He didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore.

SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. His rhythmic punching became slower as his strength began to fail him.
But then, his anger swelled and overwhelmed once more.

He continued punching, tears streaming down his face and mixing with the blood splattering from his fists until finally he sunk to his knees, burying his face into his hands, chest heaving and his shoulders shaking with the effort of crying. She left him.. and now he was alone. Truly alone. No one had understood Shizuo more than Riaka had. Their friendship was simple; it didn't take words to explain their friendship. It only took simple actions as buying an icecream for each other, or playing basket ball during recess or after school. Those things could not simply be forgotten, and yet Riaka had flung them aside as if they meant nothing to her. How could she do that to him?

Shizuo stayed there in that darkened alleyway for hours, until finally he found the energy to pick himself up and wander home and grieve there. His only friend was gone, and now he would spend the last three years of high school in silence and hatred for no one but himself for not stopping her from leaving.

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Riaka stood at the airport, looking out at the distant, twinkling lights of what must be Ikebukuro. Shizuo was out there somewhere, probably feeling just as much pain as she was, if not more. She looked down at an unsent text message, the sender being Shizuo. She felt her eyes prick with tears as she read the short message, then snapped the phone shut, not bothering to send it.

"Maybe.. sometime soon I'll text you again, Shizuo." She whispered, closing her eyes and clutching her phone to her chest.

"But for now, just don't forget to remember me."

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Shizuo Heiwajima stood there, watching her figure fade into the crowd. She was leaving him, for what was probably forever. He bit his lip so hard it bled, fighting the urge to chase after her, to grab her arm, to tell her all those things he'd wanted to say, but couldn't find the right way to say them. He wanted nothing more to find some shadowy corner and hide himself away there, to wallow in sadness until she became nothing more than a memory.

Riaka... why are you leaving me like this? He thought sadly.

Riaka, his middle - and now high school - friend was leaving him, for another country with her parents. She'd spent several years with him, Izaya, and Shinra in Raira Academy, causing trouble and making alliances that ran deep throughout the social connections of the school, and eventually the city. Riaka, the one who'd always stood up for him, even when everyone had walked out on her. Riaka, the one person who always seemed to know what was on his mind..

Gone.

He watched as her cinnamon hair wisp through the shadows of the crowd, until it was no longer seen. She didn't even look sad as she told him that she was going to America to finish her schooling, to persue her dream of becoming a graphic artist, to travel the world without things holding her back. Those completely unnatural orange eyes had been emotionless, her voice was like her determination; as cold and strong as steel. Now Shizuo wanted nothing more than to have her come back, to tell him it was all a joke.

Why.. Why?!

Shizuo let out a yell and slammed a fist into the wall of the building he was standing in front of, sending long cracks shooting up the wall. His knuckles bled, people were screaming, but it meant nothing to him. With tears in his eyes, he spun around and ran away, going nowhere in particular, just away. To escape the pain, the anger, the hurt. He was so, so angry. He couldn't control himself anymore; the emotions that were bubbling inside of him as she told him that she was leaving had to be vented. So he found an old alleyway, where there was nothing but abandoned buildings surrounding it, and began to pound away at the nearest wall.

Slam! Slam! Slam! CR-ACK! Shizuo didn't care that the building's wall was beginning to weaken.

Slam! Slam! SLAM! CRRRRACK-! He didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore.

SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. His rhythmic punching became slower as his strength began to fail him.
But then, his anger swelled and overwhelmed once more.

He continued punching, tears streaming down his face and mixing with the blood splattering from his fists until finally he sunk to his knees, burying his face into his hands, chest heaving and his shoulders shaking with the effort of crying. She left him.. and now he was alone. Truly alone. No one had understood Shizuo more than Riaka had. Their friendship was simple; it didn't take words to explain their friendship. It only took simple actions as buying an icecream for each other, or playing basket ball during recess or after school. Those things could not simply be forgotten, and yet Riaka had flung them aside as if they meant nothing to her. How could she do that to him?

Shizuo stayed there in that darkened alleyway for hours, until finally he found the energy to pick himself up and wander home and grieve there. His only friend was gone, and now he would spend the last three years of high school in silence and hatred for no one but himself for not stopping her from leaving.

~~~~
Riaka stood at the airport, looking out at the distant, twinkling lights of what must be Ikebukuro. Shizuo was out there somewhere, probably feeling just as much pain as she was, if not more. She looked down at an unsent text message, the sender being Shizuo. She felt her eyes prick with tears as she read the short message, then snapped the phone shut, not bothering to send it.

"Maybe.. sometime soon I'll text you again, Shizuo." She whispered, closing her eyes and clutching her phone to her chest.

"But for now, just don't forget to remember me."