Izaya laughed as he typed away on his key board. For the past few months he had been talking to a girl over the internet. It has started off casual; talking about school and small things that they liked to do, joking around. But as time went on they opened up more, or at least she did; Izaya was only lying to her. That's how Izaya came to know her name; Naomy. She talked about how much she hated her life; he played along saying that he hated life too, because he was bullied by others at school. When he asked why she hated life she never answered. This just made Izaya even more curious. He would go in depth about things that happened at school to try and get her to talk about what was going on that made her hate life so much, but he would only get vague answers. "It's the same thing every day, I can't take it anymore. It hurts so badly. Why can't I have a decent life?" she wrote. "I know what you mean. Every day I get home and I never want to go back to school, but my parents make me. They just don't understand what I'm going through." He wrote back. "Life's so unfair. What did we do to deserve this?" "Right?" there was a pause before she wrote back something that made him smile. "I've been thinking about suicide." "I have to, but I don't want to be alone." "Me either." She wrote back. He smiled even more; his thoughts going wild. 'She'll take the bait now, and I'll change she life forever.' "We should get together and kill ourselves so we won't be alone." He dropped the bait. "That's an excellent idea. But where and when?" she wrote back. "Ikebukuro is close to where we both live and it's the weekend. How about tomorrow? We can meet at Russia Sushi, I know this abandoned warehouse we can use." Izaya wrote back. "That sounds great, meet at 8:00. I have to go." Then just like that she logged off. Izaya wasn't expecting the abrupt log off, but ignored it. Maybe something came up. He just sat back thinking up a plain.

After an hour of thinking he had it all planed out. Most of his clients he would a false kidnapping or something massively traumatic, but there was just something about this girl that he wanted to take care of personally. So the plan was to pick her up like he was supposed to, take her to an abandoned warehouse and pull out two guns. One gun would be folly functional with real bullets. He would show her by shooting it at a can on the other side of the room. The other gun would be fake, but real enough that shed think it's real. He'd give her the real gun and he'd have the fake gun. At the count of three they would both pull the trigger and when she failed to pull the trigger and his only making a clicking sound he'd confront her about not really wanting to die. It would be perfect.

The next day Izaya couldn't help but to be excited about the encounter at 8:00. He went all around Ikebukuro without a care. He even had a bit of fun messing around with Shizuo, but always managed to escape. When he did he'd watch people in their daily life routines. He loved humans and how they react to things. Promptly at 7:45 he made his way to Russia Sushi and looked around for someone that looked like they were waiting for a friend. He spotted a girl about his age dressed in a black long skirt with a red long sleeved sweeter, short brown hair. She looked lost and helpless. "Excuse me but would you be Naomy?" He asked the young lady. The girl turnd to him saprised. "Um no, my names Kana." She answered. He smiled, "Sorry." He said and turned away. Never had he been wrong about finding his target. It was then that he realized his mistake. Normally he would have had her ware something to make her sand out, but she had logged off before he could confirm anything like that. He walked about three steeps from the lady thinking about how he was going to find Naomy when someone taped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but I couldn't help over hearing that you were looking for a girl named Naomy." Izaya turned to find that the person talking was a girl just a bit shorter than him. She had bandages wrapped around both arms, parts of both legs, her neck, her forehead, and her left eye was patched. There were a few scratches, some looked fresh with blood stile slightly oozing from them and some scabbed over. She was warring an obviously old T-shirt that had been black at one point but looked gray now and a pair of ripped and holy cappers, she was slightly dirty and her black hair was uncept. Izaya was shocked but quickly smiled. "Yea." He said. "Then you must me Izaya." She stated. Izaya nodded. She smiled happily and to his amazement hugged him. Something didn't feel right to him. But he ignored that feeling saying that she was putting on an act or something. He hugged her back and whispered in her ear. "Are you ready to go?" he asked and she nodded. They broke apart to hold hands with Izaya leading the way to an abandoned warehouse.

Once there Izaya set up a can on one side of the room while he and Naomy stood opposite of it. Izaya pulled the guns and showed them to Naomy. "We can use these. I stole them from my father's safe." He said. "Alright." "Here; I'll even show you its real." He said aiming the real gun and blasting the can away. "Can I see it?" she asked. "Sure." Izaya handed the real gun to Naomy who promptly pulled the clip out, checking that there were more bullets, pulled the slide back a few times to make sure that the case wasn't stuck in the chamber causing a jam, slid the clip back in, loaded a round into the chamber and fired it at the fallen can which was blown further away. Izaya was amazed that she knew how to handle a gun. Naomy seeing the look on his face smiled sadly. My parents own a lot of guns. Ever since I was little I've known how to use one." She paused looking down at the ground while fiddling with the safety switch. "Three days before our planed meeting I was holing one of those guns to my head, but before I pulled the trigger you popped into my head and I couldn't do it. I couldn't leave you to suffer alone like that; not knowing what had happened." Izaya was stunned. He hadn't expected to hear that. "Can I ask you something Naomy?" he said truly wonder. "Sure." she said. "I've told you why I hate my life so much, but you've never told me why you hate yours so much and what happened to you?" He asked. Naomy looked even more down now. "M…my parents beat me every day. I don't even go to school and I'm not aloud out of the house. The only way I was able to come tonight was because I snuck out. If I'd been caught before they would have beaten me harder." Again Izaya want expecting to hear something like that or what happened next. Naomy stud up strait, head held high, raised the gun to her head and smiled. "Ready?" She asked.