Teh plot bunnies attacked me!D: Anyway this is my first lil' drabble.:3 BTW this was inspired by this picture in like the 6 th novel were Izaya gets stabbed.
WARNING: There's blood, inplied character death and angst in this story!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Durarara or any of it's characters.
He was careful, casually though. You wouldn't see him looking over his shoulder at every turn. You wouldn't see him filled with anxiety. You would just see blood red eyes and an over confident smirk. Yes, that's all you would see on the face of a one Orihara Izaya.
He knew how many people he's made enemies out of; how many lives he's ruined. Yet he didn't seemed to comprehend that they would fight back. He should have known. That's his job, right? To know everything, all that was going around him, whether you wanted him to or not. They gave him a taste of his own medicine, and now there he was, bleeding out on the pavement. He needed help, some sort of medical attention for the hemorrhaging wounds that penetrated his flesh. He needed to call a certain underground doctor. He saw his phone a few feet away. He reached for it, but it was just like his future, just out of reach.