Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara!, or any of the characters used in this fic. They are the property of Ryohgo Narita and Suzuhito Yasuda. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.

Faulty


"It's a good thing she didn't die. Still, it's all your fault."

He didn't need to hear that, even if it was true. He was guilty, having sucked her into this hell. His stupidity had gotten the better of him, being the leader of a gang in a war while having a pretty girl like her on his arm. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Inadvertently, he'd ruined her, trashed her body, left her broken and suffering. That's why he hovered by her bedside, as if he were her guardian angel, protecting what was was his.

That's what she'd said before all this. That she was his girl.

He supposed that that's what made him feel so bad. It might have been a little bit sexist, but Masaomi felt that, as a man, it was his duty to protect her. Clearly, he'd failed in that regard.

"You wanna hit me, right?" Masaomi hated those eyes; hated the way they taunted him. "Go ahead. Hit me."

It was a wide swing, easy enough for anyone to block. No surprise that he was now on the cold floor, as if he were grovelling for forgiveness that he didn't deserve. It was just too bad that Izaya was the one putting him in this position. Had Saki not recommended him as a source of inside info, Masaomi wouldn't have given the bastard the time of day. Now, he was really starting to question his own judgment about having listened to her.

Now, he just wanted to be left alone.

"Just watch, Kida-kun. Soon enough, Saki will become your god. But, if you love her, then what's wrong with that?"

He hadn't heard half of what the broker had just said to him, eyes still pinned to the floor. Yeah, it had been his fault, but Izaya still had a hand in all this. He was like Saki's guardian, as he'd said upon their first meeting. So, if he cared about her so much, enough to call himself her guardian, then why hadn't he tried to save her? If you threw that into the equation, then Izaya was just as guilty as he was.

Still, his involvement was minimal, and that cast all the blame onto his shoulders.

Damn... My fault. All my fault.