"It's... going to be dusk soon?" Izaya muttered as black spots entered his vision. It felt like he hadn't slept for weeks, and he would've cared about the risks of falling asleep in public, when he saw the sky above him instead of a ceiling- yet his mind seemed to be muddled.
A quick nap shouldn't hurt.
He prepared to drift to sleep once he decided so, and that was when his gaze wandered to his battered body. "Ah." The image of his blood soaked clothes had his brain flare signals of warnings. And just by a little bit, it all started to make sense. Yodogiri Jinnai, isn't it? It seems like I've underestimated you yet again. The informant let out a chortle, "I thought you'd know better than using another surprise attack. This is getting old fast, Yodogiri-san~" He chirped, accompanied by a cough and the taste of iron filling his mouth.
"Were your subordinates trying to rid me of my voice? They clearly don't know where to struck. They should do it right..." He lifted an index finger to press at a spot on his pale neck, "…here."
"..."
Sighing, his hand trembled when he tried to reach his phone to contact his doctor friend. The fingers came so far as to brush the edge of the device, and he was already losing energy at a fast rate. Frustrated, he collected all the energy he had left and swung his arm towards the phone, only to have his knuckle knock it afar. It was such a blow to his ego to be so helpless, and it angered him more to think that he wished one of his beloved humans would spot him already.
"Leaving me in an alleyway, you must really want me to die." His voice no longer held the playful tone it always held, a harsh one replacing it instead, leaving a bitter taste on his tongue. Izaya shifted his eyes away from the phone before he could lament at the loss of his only hope. The only thing left to do was just to wait it out. Wait for someone to stroll along the alleyway and be his knight in shining armor. It was either that, or to wait for the moment he'll die. A wince slipped past his parted lips. Die? He hadn't even unleashed the many plans he'd devised.
The thought was then replaced by one about a certain dullahan's head. He was starting to think he should've brought her along with him everywhere. Maybe he'll do just that when he gets out of this situation. If he gets out of this alive. Then maybe brushing so close to death wouldn't be so scary, considering he'd be able to awaken the head, happily go to Valhalla and gain immortality.
"Then I'll be so untouchable that even Shizu-chan can't compare." A chuckle bubbled from his throat and soon laughter had his body shaking, the pain having engulf every inch of his body. "That'll be great. I can't wait! Ow."
The queen, soon will be mine. Izaya smiled weakly, lifting a finger and drawing the outline of the dullahan's head in the air, a familiar face he'd spent days looking at. The bit of sunlight shone on his ring and he paused. It reminded him of the relationship between her and Shinra. "Hm…" Shinra… "If only the suspense would split open your chest and you'd die." It was just a joke, right? With the alley devoid of any other human being apart from him, he let his smile turn into a frown; his guard down.
"Tch. What kind of a friend…"
Will anyone miss him at all? He thought and thought, racking his brain of someone who'd care for him. It wasn't like he hadn't gotten used to the fact that everyone wanted him dead, but the doctor was his only friend. Celty never liked him, neither does Kida. Saki had already betrayed him, and wouldn't even notice his disappearance. Namie surely doesn't care about anyone other than Seiji. Shiki would find another informant in no time. Simon had always been tired of the games he played upon the citizens of Ikebukuro. Dotachin would probably be sad, for just a moment. Then he'd celebrate with others. Mairu and Kururi, those two. They kept saying they'd kill him to meet Yuuhei.
Footsteps reached his ringing ears, sounding faint but still noticeable. Such heavy ones would only belong to someone big. A monster.He caught sight of blond hair coming his way, clad in bartender outfit. As if he was on autopilot, the smile that had died just earlier grew back on his face. He wasn't about to let anyone see him in a moment of weakness. It was enough to view him in such poor physical state.
And Shizu-chan would be the happiest of them all.
"I trespassed again." The raven-haired man stated, feeling blood trickle down his chin with every syllable spoken. "So you did." Shizuo replied and Izaya could just feel the usual anger radiating off of him. "How did Shizu-chan manage to find me here, I wonder? Ah, did someone tell you? So you can finish off what they've started?" He grinned. Even with his vision growing hazy, he could see the veins popping on the monster's forehead.
"You stink so much that it was easy to track you down. And shut up, you're so loud."
Such a dog.
"And you're not loud?"
"That mouth only spits out trash." A sole of a shoe pressed against his throat, digging down deeper to stop air from getting into his lungs. Breathing suddenly became a hundred times harder. The informant gasped and choked, yet not an ounce of sympathy was given to him. Granted he deserved this all. "I never took you as a ki-killer, Shizu-cha—" He briefly squeezed his eyes shut, the curved corner of his lips twitching; smile still intact. Izaya refused to let the monster win. If anyone was going to, it'd be himself. He should at least die winning, don't you think?
"Yeah, but you piss me off. 'Sides, you're a flea and that's allowed. I'm just doing humanity a favor. After this maybe we can all get some peace, away from you." Shizuo retorted, pushing his foot further on the other's neck and Izaya cursed silently. Seriously, when God made him, did Shizu-chan pick brawn over brain?This idiot is all muscles and no brain. Calling someone a flea doesn't make them not human. He could be charged for murder for this. A pity he wouldn't be around to see Shizuo back in the jail where he belongs.
"Stupid."
Izaya said no more after that one word, too weak to come up with a witty remark. He was getting dizzy from the blood loss and lack of oxygen. So this is it? He was going to die like this. Alone, at the hands of a monster. Leaving this world where he'd soon be forgotten, for the inhabitants simply didn't know how to be thankful. Thankful that Izaya had been leading them to realize their own feelings. Just like those girls who didn't really want to die. Like the Raira trio who didn't know about each other's identities.
I've been helping them because I love them and all I get is hate in return.
He felt a pang in his chest, heart overwhelming with sadness.
"Ma…"
Without knowing, a tear dropped from his eyes. He'd heard that getting a child is a blessing. That means, his mother, who'd carried him for nine months was happy when he was born, right? Someone was happy that he existed, even if it was in the past. Even if she'd abandoned him to work in another country. Why else would she go through all the hard work if she didn't want him?
"Huh?"
"Mama… I want to see you, for the last time." He croaked out, throat hoarse and he wasn't sure if he'd actually said it out loud or it was just his conscience speaking. He was slipping from this world. Losing his senses, losing the control he'd craved for all his life. And in the end, all he wished was to see the face of the woman who'd birthed him. The first face he'd seen when he came into this world. It'd only make sense for him to do the same before he succumb to the darkness and never wake up again.
After all, Orihara Izaya wasn't someone who believed in the afterlife.
When the shoe was lifted away from his throat, he was too far gone to notice it. He stayed trembling even when the fake blonde turned around and left the alleyway, leaving him there to die. The last thing he saw was the rundown building around him, and the sky getting darker. Or that was just his world. His entire world dissolving into a black abyss that he can't escape from.
The black abyss that is becoming his new world.
