Hey guys, this is my first fanfic on here! I'm really excited! I've shipped Shizaya for what feels like forever, and I can't wait to continue this! I'm sorry this is so short, but I am not done yet! I'm working on the next one right now! Alright, enjoy the story!


Izaya smiled emptily as he looked down at his hands, wet with blood. It seemed as if all the blood in the world could come from his wrists, running from the cuts and onto the ground of the alley. Finally. He could leave. He could stop causing pain to everyone.

In the back of his mind, he could hear a little voice screaming, No! No! Stop this! But he ignored it. He could also feel the growing fear resting in the back of his cranium, fear of becoming nothing. He ignored it too, and flicked open his blade once more, laying another cut onto his arm. Each slice was a shock to his system, letting him know that he was still human, and he relished the feeling.

He wondered vaguely if this would hurt anyone, but the thought was quickly banished from his brain. This would be better. He couldn't help but think about Shizuo. He would probably be happy, excited that the flea was gone. He would probably think that he won the game.

But he didn't. He wasn't the one that killed him. Izaya killed himself. So he won.

He laughed deliriously. "I won, I won," He babbled. "I beat Shizu-Chan! I beat Shizu-Chan!" He heard footsteps walk past his little hideaway as he cut himself again. And again. And again.

"Izaya?!" It was Shinra. Izaya grinned at him. "I won." He said triumphantly. "I won the game." He heard the footsteps run towards him, and felt Shinra's warm hands seize his own. "I won."

"Izaya, what are you doing?!" He cried, grabbing the raven-haired 23-year-old and hefting him up, looping his arm over his shoulder. Izaya flicked out his blade, and tried to get the bloody knife to his wrist once more, straining for it. Shinra grabbed him.

"Izaya, stop!" It was like he had come out of a trance. He stopped. He blinked. He looked at his hands, just to see the shining, red liquid covering them.

"What…?" He whispered. "It-I….I don't want to die. I don't want to die, Shinra." He blinked rapidly as he filled with self-loathing. He had tried to kill himself. He had tried to kill himself.

"That's right Izaya, you don't want to die. Keep saying that, don't stop!" Shinra said frantically, practically dragging the boy to his lab.

"I don't-I don't want-" Izaya blubbered, tears flowing now. He felt really tired. He wanted to take a nap. He was exhausted.

"I'm tired." He yawned. He slowly started to close his eyes.

"Izaya?! Izaya?! Stay with me! Celty! Celty!"

Izaya could hear the black bicycle ride up beside him, but he was fading away, too tired to even care.

"Goodnight Shinra.." He said softly.

"No. NO!" He was on the bike now. He could feel it. He didn't want to die. I don't want to die.

But he was fading away.