Okay, so I know I've been doing a lot (like a lot a lot)) of deathfics, but for some reason I just need to do these, and I sorry I so depressing, I promise they will get all cute and fluffy soon, just kinda in a dark spot in my life

My God I should never be left alone with sad music and a computer...

Izaya is based off of my EXTREMLY OOC rp Izaya on drrrchat, he works in a cafe secretly and plays guitar

Izaya finally told Shizuo how he felt, and Shizuo flat out rejected him, and told him he rather be dead than with another man, much less Izaya,

So Izaya killed himself,

10 years later, Shizuo went to Izaya's old apartment, hoping to find something about why, when he finds something, it turns into a mystery.

eh, what can I say, don't leave me alone with my thoughts.

The italics are the videos, you'll understand,

-Devit-

Shizuo looked up at the building, he sighed, 13 years ago, he would have come this way for the sole reason of killing the raven haired man, but now... now that everyone had moved out, now that it was abandoned, now was the time he came as an old friend. He fixed the scarf around his neck and made his way up the stairs. No one had been in the raven's apartment since that day... that fateful day 10 years ago, that day the sun stopped shining. The stairs creaked under him, how was this once a high class apartment complex?

The old woman who lived two floors under him started spreading rumors about the haunting of the tormented soul who now lived there... something like that, scared families away, once they knew the headless rider was real... who knew what else was real? He finally got to the top floor, he had only been up here once, that Izaya knew about and that was to try (try) to kill the man who lived here. But when Izaya didn't show, after that day, he came here to comfort the flea... he was never home Shizuo stopped in front of the black door, the only one up here, he sighed. This was it, Orihara Izaya's house.

He turned the nob, it opened up easily, he didn't even have to use the inhuman strength that had gotten weaker over the years. After Izaya's death... he just didn't have the purpose to do anything, his inhuman strength failed him, and he was in the hospital.

Getting old sucked.

Shizuo walked in, it was too cold. He remembered that Izaya liked it cold, he sighed,

Izaya...'That name he would never be able to figure out, dust covered the expensive furniture. The soft echo of his footsteps scared him, maybe that damn flea would jump out... yell surprise.. you miss me?

But Shizuo knew that would never happen, for he was at Izaya's funeral. He watched them lower the scar-covered body of the once great man into the damp icy ground. Memories flooded in him. He could just about see Orihara Izaya sitting at that mahogany desk, feet propped up, wearing those reading glasses no one knew he had, but Shinra, biting the end of a pen. Shizuo wanted to walk over to the man and say something, but he faded away.

He could imagine Izaya sitting on the mantle, he may not have come up to see the informant, but he could see threw the huge window, plus the times he more or less stalked Izaya. He could see Izaya sitting there, trying to think of a song to play on that black and blue guitar he loved so much. He was quiet the musician, he even worked at a little cafe during the summers and winters.

That beautiful image disappeared as well.

He sighed, then remembered, he had a reason to come here... to find out why exactly Izaya had killed himself. Shizuo made his way across the creaking floor. Watching out, just in the off chance Izaya would pop out. He briefly wondered what Izaya would be like if he was still alive? He would be what... 33, 36? Shizuo didn't remember what age he died at...would he still be that cocky, nonchalant bastard? Or would he have changed?

Shizuo saw the dusty old computer Izaya was mostly at, it was shut off, duh. He smiled, thinking about his Izaya sitting there, clicking away, being the adorable professional stalker he was. With the only bravery he may have had, he walked over to it, found the power button and clicked it on. It was old, that was for sure, but it worked great, Izaya was pretty well of for a guy with no family to speak of and no one to help.

After a few seconds of the computer loading, it's turned to the home screen, the screen saver showing Izaya, Shinra, Kadota and.. Shizuo... the blonde felt himself smile, he kept that picture of the week they went camping together. Shizuo had almost ripped 6 trees away from the ground. He clicked on the document button, pulling up hundreds of documents of people in Ikebukuro and Shinjuku. Most names he couldn't recognize, but Tom would. He clicked on one file that said Home Security System.

There were files for each room in the apartment, one said Master Bedroom that must have been Izaya's room.

So why not start watching

Izaya sat on the large black and white bed, he sighed. There was a knock at the door "Orihara-san... open up, you haven't been out of there in three days!" Naime called, Izaya shook his head

"G-Go away!" he yelled back, he was crying, it was hard to see with the black and white, but he was.
"So what if you got rejected?" Naime asked, she had stopped banging on the door and resolved with just standing there. Izaya let out a choked back sob
"Because!" he yelled, his head in his hands "Go home!" Naime sighed, then left Izaya alone, she left the house.

Shizuo was surprised, so he got dumped? He checked the date, June 19th, three weeks before he died... 3 days after Shizuo rejected him. That couldn't be connected... right? He moved the mouse to click on another video, July 15th.

Izaya held the blade to his wrist, slashing and gashing. He flinched, blood dripped down. He was crying, again. He fell to the floor, knife held close. "I-If he rather be dead... than with me... then i-i... I'll kill myself.. HE'S EVERYTHING TO ME!" he yelled, Shizuo had never seen Izaya so... broken. So helpless, after Shizuo rejected him, he knew the informant didn't look like he normally did, he made sure the sleeves on his shirt and jacket stayed low, he wasn't as cocky... wasn't as... Izaya. Was this the reason?

Izaya had headphones in, for the first time in a long time, he looked genuinely... happy. He was singing and dancing around his apartment. "I'll be out of my mind! And you'll be out of idea's pretty soon! So let's spend... the afternoon in a hot air balloon! Leave your jacket behind.. we melt and touch the treetops over town! I can't wait, till we kiss the ground whenever we touch back down!" he sang loudly, but it was still a nice sound, he wasn't wearing that hot fur jacket anymore, his thick scars on his arms and wrist showing openly. He kept singing, it was a pleasant sound. He sat down in that big black chair and spun around, "Shizu-chan Shizu-chan Shizu-chan!" he called, there was no answer, but he knew here wouldn't be "Oooohhh how I love thee... how thy hates me!" He said, "But my time is drawing to an end, and you will not witness my everlasting pact with death."

The video began to mess up, static, but he could still hear Izaya's voice...

The date said... five days before he died.

The static kept getting worse, the camera's footage must have gotten down loaded onto Izaya's computer. He continued to watch the strange videos, then he remembered something quiet important.

Izaya was paranoid. Therefor, he wouldn't want camera's everywhere... in his room, his bathroom. So who put them there? That when he saw something in the video that made his heart jump. The video of Izaya alone in his room, sleeping.

Who was that standing in the corner?