Sacrificial Life

A Drrr Fan-fic

By: Akira

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A short Story about Shizuo making a deal with a demon to bring Izaya back to life. But at what cost? and to what end?

Based off of a fan comic cross over with puella madoka magica.

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I've known Izaya for a long time. I fought him when I first met him in high school. Every day of school was the same. I'd go to school, he'd be there, he'd tick me off and I'd try to kill him. I hated him. From the moment Shinra introduced me to I hated that flea. And ever since then when our eyes met, we fought. Those were days full of chaos.

If people say we fight 'cuz we're close', then I think they're wrong. That's because I hate the flea, and he hates me too.

And yet…

It's just…

Ever since then…

I've been chasing after his back…

"What happened? An accident?"

"It seems that a criminal ran him down"

"How pitiful"

"Is he dead"

"The poor thing"

Cold eyes stared down in disbelief. There's a chill in the air as a never ending wind blows. His usual wear not any bit helpful against the cold. Yet he doesn't shiver or shake. His body frozen in place. The bartender. The bodyguard. The beast of ikebukero. Frozen stiff. Confusion? Fear? Horror?

It was impossible.

On lookers shuffle away uncertain of his reaction. The usual demeanour of rage no longer there and a blank stare assuming its place. There was an unearthly silence on the long street. No vehicles now… not even any paramedics or cops. An empty long street filled with stillness and the howl of the wind in the trees. A scream in the air could still be heard, as if echoing the last breath of the man before him.

His arms hung at his side as he stood over the body. His hair hung and fluttered about him in the wind. There was an unreal feeling with the onlooker. Not pain. Not amusement. Shock? No. blank. The stare empty with no love but no pain.

"What are you lying around for?" his voice breaks the cold wind. Endless quiet fills the quiet area. Only distant sounds break the moment.

His hand drops down as he bends to kneel beside the body. Careful strong hands lift the rag doll like form. A hand behind his head and using a knee as support he looks at the body more closely. No blood splattered around. A clean hit.

"You're not the kind of person who lies down after getting hit by a car right?"

He breathes, his whispers only heard by nearby birds watching down in the cold.

"You're not that weak are you?"

His face changes, worried. An odd expression for him.

"Hey"

The man in his arms, roughly same age at the bartender. Black hair and deep eyes that were now concealed by lowered lids. An empty expressionless face lay in his hands as he held the him closely. Izaya. The informant. Run down. Killed.

The bruises on his cheek was evidence as were the scrapes. He pulled the body closer. Shizuo. A man of strength. He could lift vending machines and flip semi-trucks. And he was finding it hard to keep his arms from shaking at the weight of the body. It was cold. It stung a deeper part of him to be there.

"Damn it… says something"

Shizuo bit his lower lip and shook the informant slightly

"Insult me like always… go on your stupid chatting roll like always, and then I'll chase you and catch you… I'll beat you up…so… like always…"

He fought it best he could but the ice air about him and the desperation in his voice was followed out by the falling of the first tear. Time seemed to hang a while longer and the water fell slowly as if planning perfectly where to land. It his Izaya's cheek softly followed by another of its brethren till they gathered up and ran over his cheeks.

"T-The only one allowed to kill you is me, y-you hear that?" his voice cracked in a desperate plea. "Izaya…" he hugged the informant closely, "Don't die… damn…"

In complete silence a set of two feet appear out of thin air and pad across the gravel behind Shizuo and stop a meter away. There was a soft chuckle but Shizuo didn't look back.

"Too bad, but that persons already dead."

"go away." Shizuo growled not in the mood.

"Ah but, I can bring him back to life~"

Shizuo hesitated and looked back slightly. His eyes were blurred by tears as he looked back at the shadowy figure over his shoulder. "Really?"

"In exchange…" the figure grinned coming forward and making his face clear to Shizuo. His shadow cast down on the bartender; a dark toothy grin casting down on shizuo's horrified face. "Sign a contract with me"

The hush and stillness of the hospital room was unnerving. Thankfully no one was awake to see it yet. The bartender looked at the informant sadly and touched his head with a weary smile and put some flowers down beside him. He went away out of the room quickly and silently.

The patient awoke a moment after the door shut and drifted awake looking at the roof and the room around. There was a level of puzzlement on his face as he felt for bandages and a cast on his leg. He was in a hospital bed with a monitor beeping and holding his pulse loosely. Not a soul to see him awake. Who would? And yet… there were flowers on the bed side table next to him. The nurse maybe?

"Nn…" he lifts a hand wearily and pauses to look at it… "why am I… still here?"

Shizuo stood outside the room and leaned against the wall. He looked down silently and sighed but no sound came out. He tightened his hand around a small object and walked away. The emptiness of the hall was nothing compared to what he felt inside. Several people came past him and he ignored their existence. No one dared talk to him. As he walked out he remembered the demons words.

"Sign a contract, and I will save him. But in exchange you must give me your life."

Shizuo paused and frowned, "What good is a life alone. Anything but my life."

The demon paused confused for once. Usually they went right for it. The dark being smiled and laid a hand on Shizuo's shoulder. "Then I will take two things from you. Your voice, which is the extension of your soul, and I will take your memories, which is your life and past." The demon laughed. "For this man will you accept these terms?"

"… I will."

He closed his hand on the watch. Less than 10 minutes… then it was all going to be gone… he'd lost his voice in the first minutes, after he'd slowly lost his memories. Now all he had was blurs. Looking at the sky he knew how the story ended. He just… wished he could have said goodbye.

The streets were busy as usual in Shinjuku and today Izaya Orihara was making his usual round to visit all the local spots and get his information leeching. It was a living. And he met so many interesting people. But none that had the ability to amuse him other than his shizu-chan… ah but he was reminiscing. A month or so back Shizuo had up and vanished. No one knew where he was. Though some said they saw a tall blonde guy around town. He seemed new and yet he didn't act new. The informant didn't like secrets or unknown facts. He had to find this guy and know more.

Working his way around town he got what he needed and headed to ikebukero. He wandered a bit and found no luck. No stop signs ripped up either. No vending machines at his head. Not even a yelling voice. Nothing. Shizu-chan was gone. Shizuo Heiwajima… his only enemy… and his only rival.

Growing tired he bought some sushi and went to the park to sit down and eat it. He hated this time of day. Old people always sat around feeding the birds and reminiscing on old times they could barely remember. The deaf, crippled, the blind. Didn't matter what they had wrong with them… they just had nowhere else to be so they sat around and looked at birds. Made for a good hiding spot as no one would run in here looking for the great informant.

He skipped along and then something caught his eyes. A younger fellow in a pair of torn jeans and a basic hoodie. None of it looked clean. The mop blonde hair and a hunch over as he fed the birds gave him away. Izaya froze in spot and took a step back. The blonde never moved and Izaya paused. Was it the right guy? He got closer. And paused.

"S-shizu-chan?"

The blonde paused and looked up blankly. His eyes were an icy blue now. There was a dead gaze to him.

"I-it can't be… Shizu…" Izaya's voice hovered and he took a step back again.

Shizuo seeing the look on the man's face lifted a hand to wait and then moved it to his own throat tapping it and looking on bitterly. There was a moment of confusion between the two and the blonde frowned opening his mouth trying to convey words while still holding his neck.

"You… can't talk?"

He shook his head.

Izaya walked closer then paused again. "Oh I get it you got clever to trick me… like that'll fool me shizu-chan!" he laughed.

Shizuo tipped his head looking at Izaya funny then paused and pulled out a pad of paper and wrote down then held it out at Izaya.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

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So that's all I wrote. Should I continue? or is it perfect there?