The way it ends
"Do you hate Izaya?" The question itself startled me. I have always said I hated him, that I wanted him dead. But now that I think about it, did I hate him?
"Well, of cour-" There was a loud thud as the informant was thrown in front of me, wrapped in rope and mouth duct-taped. The sight of Izaya startled me out of my thoughts. His captor sat upon his back and lifted his head up by some of his hair.
"Of course you do! I just thought I'd ask." Slight whimpering sounds came from the brunette at the slight tension on his hair. The captor released his grip and Izaya laid still on the floor. The captor laughed at Izaya's vulnerability. I couldn't help but feel bad for him. Scratch that- I felt horrible.
"Well, we called you here to decide how to do him in. We were going to let you choose." He gave me a sly grin. I looked to the informant who past me a glance that looked like a mix of fear and sorrow.
His eyes were half lidded and tears formed that threatened to spill over.
I walked closer and knelt in front of him.
"Give me a moment alone with him." The captor nodded and backed away.
I cupped his cheek with my left hand and took off the duct-tape with the other. He closed his eyes tightly and the tears rolled down his face. He looked up at me with a quiet whimper.
"Th-thanks..." I pulled him into a hug. He tensed up. I heard him whimper a bit louder and loosened my grip around him. He slumped against me, whimpering still. I looked down at him and noticed that he was still tied up. I untied him quickly, trying not to cause him anymore pain.
I finally got off the rope and tossed it to the side. The ropes were tight enough that they left grooves on his jacket and jeans. Who knows how far they dug into his skin. I helped him stand and he hugged me tightly. I was confused at first, then slowly started to return the hug.
"Why..." I looked at him confused again.
He looked up at me. "Why would you help me? You always claim how you want me dead and how you hate me, but now that I'm vulnerable you can't bring yourself to kill me yourself. Why?"
It took me a moment to think about it. Why didn't I kill him already? I heard footsteps.
Izaya looked behind him and saw the captor with an enormous grin plastered on his face. "So I take it that you'd rather chase him then kill him, eh? I figured you'd want to just kill him where he lay."
He stepped forward and pulled out a pistol from behind his back. "Or maybe you can't kill him. Maybe you'd rather have me do it."
He pointed the barrel at the two of us and Izaya gripped my vest. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around him. Two shots were fired.
The first shot grazed my shoulder, the other went off somewhere. At least, I thought it did.
I opened my eyes and noticed that the mysterious man had escaped. Why would he-I felt Izaya become limp. He nearly slipped from my arms. He leaned against my chest as I knelt down and rested him in my arms.
"Izaya..." He didn't answer me. I started to get a little scared when there was a warm feeling coming from his back. Between his shoulders to be exact.
I laid him down on the ground and saw the blood start to pour out onto the floor. I looked down at my hands and saw them painted crimson.
I leaned over him. Please...anything, any sign that your still alive...please...please...
Nothing.
No breathing.
No heartbeat.
Nothing.
I broke down. Izaya was gone.
Pretty good for my second song fic. This is also based off of a comic I found and read on google. I don't own Durarara!