I walked into the room and all I could see was blood. It was everywhere, like someone had simply exploded but didn't spill any guts. Just blood. Finally I looked at my feet and saw Izaya on the floor, holding his famous switchblade in one hand, the other arm wearing the deepest cut I'd ever seen said switchblade make. "What the Hell did you do, Izaya!"

The reaction I got was almost instantaneous, and the glare was more hostile than I'd ever seen from Izaya. "I cut myself." was the simple answer that fell out of his mouth and I could only stare in horror as he smiled and looked at his bleeding arm.

"Clearly! What were you thinking! I thought you wanted to make this work?" This gained a frown as the information broker looked back up at me.

"What are you talking about, human? I would never even dream of being with you."

"What the-! What the Hell are you talking about, Izaya!" I shook my head and pulled myself out of it before I picked him up. "Whatever. You're going to Shinra though, so he can fix this." I shook his arm a little and was slightly pleased when I saw him flinch in pain as it flopped over.

Once he wasn't in pain anymore, he glared up at me and started struggling, with what little strength he had left, to get out of my grasp. "Let go of me!"

Okay, I'll admit it. What I chose to do then probably wasn't the nicest thing I've ever done to the flea, but it didn't hurt him either... Much. I dropped him. Just simply let go and watched him fall to the ground.

He annoyed me! What else was I supposed to do?

Once he was done spouting complaints at me, I picked him up again easily, dripping blood onto my nice white shirt. Certainly that would annoy me later, but right then I was too busy to care about some stupid shirt.

Quickly, I headed out the door and practically ran the whole way to Shinra's little place. When I got there, I barely took the time to ring the doorbell, getting an answer rather quickly. "Shizuo, what are- Oh my God! What did you do to him!"

"You wanna live!" I was not in the mood for his shenanigans, and I glared darkly at him for even trying to joke.

"S-sorry... Come on in..." Shinra stepped aside quite quickly for me and I entered the apartment and looked at him questioningly, not sure where he'd want me to put Izaya. He led me into a back room i'd never seen and told me to put Izaya on the bed there. As I stood in the doorway after that, Shinra looked over the information broker and shook his head. "He'll be fine once I get him stitched up, but I really don't know what would make him do this... You should probably go ahead and go home. I'll let you know in a few days what's going on."

I feel myself starting to get angry, but force it back. I don't want to hurt the one who's fixing Izaya, after all.

…...

When I wake up, the first thing I notice is that I'm still alive. Honestly, that kind of pisses me off, since I just tried to kill myself earlier, so I look for the knife to try again and am very displeased when I can't find it. Slowly, I sit up on the bed to look around for some other sharp object I can use. When I find nothing, I lay back in defeat and wait for whoever will come into the room.

After several minutes of thinking up new ways to attempt suicide in such an empty room, I hear the door open and sit up, my creative process having been interrupted by the stupid human I was before me then. "What the Hell do you want?"

The dark-haired, glasses-wearing human male stares at me for a moment as though he's trying to figure out what he should say. "You're aware that you cut your arm open earlier today, aren't you." he says. It's more of a statement than a question though, so I decide not to dignify it with an answer.

"Aren't you going to answer my question? And who the Hell are you anyway?"

"You don't know me?"

"Why should I? You're just some stupid human who probably stitched me up after I tried to kill myself." I glared at him darkly. "And after that, you probably took away my knife so I couldn't do it again, didn't you?"

"Fine. I'm Shinra Kishitani. And yes, I did stitch you back up and take away your knife."

"GIVE IT BACK! That's not yours to take, human!" Sitting up quickly, I launch a nasty glare at the glasses-wearing human.

He simply stars back at me for a few moments before starting to leave the room. "Stay here and I'll bring you your knife, though it won't be half as useful when I bring it back to you."

Before long I feel myself getting very sleepy, though I'd been sleeping virtually all day long. I lay back on the bed and close my eyes, intending to just rest for a few minutes and end up falling asleep.

…...

When I wake up, I find myself staring at Shinra. "What...? How did I get here?" I ask, very confused as I look into the scientist's eyes.

"Oh, welcome back, Izaya." he says, handing me my knife.

"Shinra?"

"Yes?"

"What's going on?"

"Shizuo brought you here after finding you bleeding to death on your bathroom floor."

"What!"

"Yeah. That's what I thought too."

Sitting up slightly, I look down at my arm, which is bandaged tightly up to my elbow. It only confirms what has been said, but I still don't quite understand it. "I would never do that..." I said, unaware that no one had accused me of anything yet.

"Do what, Izaya?"

"You guys think I tried to commit suicide..."

"Well, that is where the evidence points."

A new thought hits me then, and I forget about the suicide shit quickly. "What about Shizuo?" I ask, needing to hear the answer. Shortly before any of this, we'd argued about Kida and he'd told me he was leaving me... I'd made him change his mind and understand that I wanted this to work out between us.

"He told me to let you know that he doesn't want anything to do with you after this."

My thoughts start to rush around in my head in a tangled mess that I can't even begin to understand. Honestly, I hadn't been able to think right since I woke up, and it was giving me a headache.

Slowly I laid back down on the bed and closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep moments later as I wondered what would happen between me and Shizuo now.

Hello again! And welcom to SUICIDAL TENDENCIES, my sequel fic to TWENTY-EIGHT DAYS!

For those who don't quite get it, the next chapter is going to cover what happened between Izaya and Shizuo to cause Hachimenroppi, the other POV that was seen in this chapter.

Points to someone who can tell me what's going on here.

Anyway, enjoy!

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-Speira