Author Note: Very short one-shot story I wrote during my second semester at college. Just sort of a random idea that came to my mind when I was extremely tired. May or may not have a second part to clarify what happened and why, just depends on reviews and such. Anyway I do not own Durarara or anything related to it, I only own this fanfiction and my imagination. Enjoy! -MissLunaMoonheart
It's All Your Fault
By: MissLunaMoonheart
A cold chill washed over the brunette woman standing on the staircase in the darkened apartment. Even though it was late in the evening and the room was poorly lit, that didn't effect Namie Yagiri's sense of unease. Rain pounded heavily against the large glass window behind Izaya's computer and lightning flashed sporadically in the background. Each passing second felt like hours as the woman maneuvered around the familiar building. Her legs felt as if cement blocks were strapped to them and her eyes darted around the room searching for his smug expression hiding in the shadows. "Izaya?" she called into the darkness without any response.
She had checked all of the first floor and hesitantly checked each room on the second floor. The male was no where to be found. Finally the woman entered his bedroom, it was even darker than the rest of the apartment. "Izaya, cut the crap where are you?" she demanded as she tried the light switch. Nothing. She blinked looking at the lights in the room, was the power out? The curtains were drawn tightly not permitting any light to filter into the room. She was about to leave when she noticed the a dim glow coming from under the doorway in the bedroom. The bathroom? "Izaya if you think this is a game I'm going to punch you in the face…" the woman stated aloud as she walked towards the door and turned the handle. It turned with a slight click. He hadn't locked it? Namie slowly opened the door and stopped dead in her tracks.
Red covered the white tiles resembling wet acrylic paint. Dark hair was sticking to the floor as if the figure had been laying there for hours. "IZAYA!" Namie quickly hurried over to the male's figure and knelt beside him. As carefully as she could she turned him so he was laying on his back. "Wake up! Wake up, what the hell happened!" she demanded as she tried to find where the blood was coming from only to see a large dark crimson spot on his black shirt on his stomach. His eyes slowly opened and tried to focus on her face. With a light smirk the male reached up and placed his hand against her cheek.
"It's all your fault," he commented before his hand dropped back to his side wet blood was left smeared across her face. "Heh, you should see….yourself….Namie….someone so beautiful…..looking so pale."
He turned his eyes from her face his half smirk not disappearing but his eyes dulled and his breathing stopped. Namie stared in horror at the body laying in her arms. "D-don't die! Y-you can't die yet! IZAYA!" she screamed.
Author's Note: The only thing I will tell you is that Izaya did not do that to himself. Comment as you wish.