This is an alternate version of a scene that will eventually tie in to Attenuation. In this scene there is character death, but dont worry, i wont kill them in the actual plot.
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Izaya closed his eyes. He couldn't look anymore. He couldn't. But the image was burned into the backs of his eyelids.
"Yatsuhiro Yamakawa," he said quietly. The man with the gun rolled his eyes.
"Oh, come now, Orihara. You know very well who I really am," the former owner of FanaTECH said cheerfully. "And I'm sure you've enlightened little Miss Teki. Or have you kept it a secret from her?"
"I know exactly who you are, you sorry son of a bitch," the technician snarled from her position on the floor, wrists and ankles cuffed, eyes watering involuntarily as she was held up by her former boss's grip on her hair.
"Akuro Nakao. What do you want?" Izaya demanded. The other man tutted disapprovingly.
"You're an information broker. Shouldn't you have been able to find out before you came here to retrieve your little pet?" Akuro sneered, adjusting the gun so the muzzle was no longer pointed at Izaya, but now rested against Arlua's temple.
"Lu-chan is not my pet, and you know it. Now skip the games and tell me exactly what you want," the informant snapped. Akuro rolled his eyes.
"Oh, use that brilliant brain of yours and think." Izaya took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
"Fine. Let me guess. You want someone's life ruined? You want blackmail material?" he suggested. Akuro smirked.
"That, and more. You and all your resources will be under my control. You will be my personal informant, and you will act in my best interests."
"Or what? You can't keep her hostage forever," Izaya pointed out.
"My foster-sister did."
"Until I figured out how to bring her down."
"I'm getting impatient, Orihara. Now, swear that you will report only to me, or suffer the consequences," Akuro ordered. Arlua looked up, met Izaya's eyes, and shook her head just he slightest bit.
Akuro tightened his grip on her hair, making her wince.
"You can't possibly reinforce that. You would never be able to trust me or my information," Izaya told him.
"I'm very sorry you think that."
"I don't think it. I know it."
"What makes you so sure? Answer carefully," Akuro advised.
"Because after you used Lu-chan as a hostage, I will constantly be waiting for an opportunity to strike you down," Izaya snarled. Akuro's expression tightened.
"Wrong answer."
The crack of a gunshot rang out, and two pairs of eyes -one brown, one blue-green- widened on shock and horror.
Then Arlua went limp in Akuro's hold, her eyes horribly, agonizingly, utterly blank.
And a second crack was heard, but only by the informant who stood there, frozen, as Akuro flung the technician aside and aimed the weapon at Izaya.
That second crack was the sound of the heart many people didn't believe he had breaking.
Cold metal pressed against the informant's forehead.
"Last chance, Orihara."
"You just destroyed every speck of incentive to leave you alive for another instant," was his reply as he reached for his pocket and the switchblade he carried there.
The third crack didn't even register with Izaya, but Akuro heard it quite clearly, since it coincided with his finger pulling the trigger once more.
"Maybe your cousin will be more cooperative," the last living human in the room mused as he watched the informant collapse.
