"Perhaps the reason dear Shizu-chan hates me so much, is because he actually loves me~" Izaya teased the bleach blond who had been chasing him for the last three hours. "Like hell, who could ever love a disgusting flea like you?" Shizuo spat at the raven haired male. Izaya tried to cover up the pain those words caused him. He smirked before turning gracefully and prancing away, though there was none of the usual joy in his step.

Izaya was making his way out of Ikebukuro when he came across Kyohei, he went over to the boy and asked him to do him one small favor. "Hey Dotachin, When the clock strikes 12 am, tell Shizu-chan that he'll never have to worry about seeing me again." The boy was confused by this but nodded at the informant. "Good." was all the raven said before walking away, a far-off pained look in his eyes.

As Izaya made it back to Shinjuku he sighed, entering his apartment he finally let the tears fall. At least he'd kept it together this long. Moving to his favorite spinning chair Izaya began to set his affairs in order. He e-mailed Namie, telling her not to bother coming in and that he'd send her check in the mail. He txt Shinra and told him "Thanks, for everything." and last, he txt Celty and told her he need her to do a job for him, that there was a black duffle bag in Ikebukuro that held something important. He also told her a specific time to open the bag.

Each of these messages would be sent at exactly 12 am Monday morning, though Celty's was sent now in order for her to find the bag and open it in time, everything was set. Shizu-chan would get his message, Shinra would get his, Celty would receive hers and Namie would get hers. Everything was sorted out, now there was only one thing left to do…

Izaya rolled his chair over to the large window, watching all of the humans he thought he so equally loved. Why did he have to fall for that monster? Why couldn't the monster love him back? He just couldn't stand it anymore, the pain had to stop. So with that, at exactly 12 am Monday morning, Izaya Orihara pulled the trigger, and ended his life…

Ikebukuro: 12am Monday morning

Dotachin walked over to Shizuo Heiwajima to give the message he had promised to deliver, "Izaya told me to tell ya that after 12 am, well now. You'd never have to worry about seeing him again." Shizuo took a drag of his cigarette before blowing the smoke out slowly, "Good reddens, damn flea." he mumbled, though it felt like a part of him had broken with those words. Not that he'd ever admit that!

Shinra Kishitani, the underground doctor and who would be considered Izaya's best friend's phone went off, signaling he had a txt. He looked at the name and saw that it was from Izaya, "Thanks for everything? What's that suppose to mean?" he wondered then shrugged, "I'll just ask him later."

Celty opened the black bag Izaya had sent her to get at exactly 12 am, the time he told her to open it. Inside was none other than her own head, currently flouting in a jar, that she'd been searching for. How did Izaya know where it was? She thought, it began to bug her greatly, so she decided she'd just ask him this afternoon. He was probably sleeping right now anyway.

What none of these people knew though, was that Izaya Orihara, would never be waking up again…

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