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Ryugamine Mikado slowly opened his eyes. The steady beat of a heart monitor graces his ears as his hazy mind focused, he looked up at the white ceiling for a moment before memories filled his mind as he burst out into tears.

Izaya was dead. He was dead, gone forever. His lover had been killed in front of his very eyes. He cried hysterically his body shuddering, his eyes pouring tears and his sobs echoed throughout the empty white room. The beating of the heart monitor became as erratic as his breathing became uneven.

There was a searing pain in his chest but Mikado couldn't tell if it was the punch that monster had inflicted or the fact that the man he loved was dead.

Mikado hadn't even realized the mask of the breathing apparatus until he found it hard to breathe. He touched the mask and ripped it off his his face with as much force as he could.

Pain shot through his chest and he pulled down the white blankets to reveal a hospital gown. He pulled at it before it moved discovering that his chest was covered in bandages that was staining with fresh blood.

"What?" He gasped, tears still rolling down his cheeks. He let the blanket go and it fell, covering his body once more. So killing Izaya wasn't enough for that monster, he had to put me in hospital too. He stared up at the roof as emptiness spread throughout his body.

We never got to celebrate that we loved each other. Mikado thought thinking of Izaya last words. His closed his eyes, tears leaking down his face.

We never got to tell my parents about us...

We never got to spend out birthdays as a real couple...or Christmas, New years...nothing.

Our time was cut so short, all because of that monster. Mikado sobbed quietly, no matter what Izaya did he didn't deserve to die like that. He was in so much pain, he was so scared too. Izaya didn't deserve that.

Mikado clenched his fist. That monster ruined everything. Everything! I hate him! I HATE HIM. Mikado thought as a storm of emotions swirled inside of him. Hate, rage, pain, heartache, sorrow, regret. They filled his body, numbing all other emotions.

He coughed, covering his mouth he saw red, blood stained his hands. Mikado stared at the red liquid as it brought back memories of Izaya and Mikado sobbed quietly. It hurts, Izaya. I love you. Izaya why did you have to die? Mikado closed his eyes as his body lost its strength. Slowly his breathing evened out. his eyes felt heavy and he feel sleep, physically and mentally exhausted.

8-8-8

Mikado slowly regained consciousness, he kept his eyes closed as he felt the presence of someone else in the room. His mind was such a mess that Mikado wasn't sure how long had passed since Izaya was murdered but it had been long enough so that Mikado had a grasp on the presence of the doctors and nurses attending to him. He hadn't spoken to anyone since the police came for his statement on the murder of Orihara Izaya. He had told them everything but heard nothing more from them since.

Mikado kept his eyes closed and his breathing as even as possible as he tried to figure out who was in his room, it felt familiar. It wasn't Anri, she had a very special presence, probably from Saika, he had memorized it from her recent visits. He remained still, his brain reeling with possibilities. He stiffened when the door opened but relax when he realized it was a nurse.

"Oh, Kida-kun. you're here again." she said cheerfully walking towards the bed in the middle of the room. Mikado's heart monitor spiked slightly as he heard the name. No, why is he here? Izaya! Why!?

"Of course, Mikado is important to me after all." Kida Masaomi's overly cheerful voice replied making Mikado shudder. He tried to remain calm as Masaomi made small talk with the nurse as she checked Mikado's vitals for any abnormalities. Once she was satisfied the nurse left the room leaving Mikado to Masaomi's mercy.

"I know you're awake Mikado." Masaomi said grinning and Mikado flinched but opened his eyes to glare at the teen he once considered to be his best friend. Masaomi's smile seemed harmless but it didn't erase Mikado's feeling of suspicion and dislike.

"What do you want?" he said his voice husky from not speaking for such a long time, Masaomi chuckled and beamed at him as if they were still good friends but the raven wasn't buying it for a second. Mikado glared at the blond with icy blue eyes but the leader of the Yellow Scarves just grinned.

"I come see you almost everyday for a week and that's the greeting I get? Man, you're awful!" Masaomi laughed, "I've been so worried about you! You've been asleep for most of two weeks!" Masaomi stood up making Mikado want to move further away but being contained to a hospital bed made it impossible. Masaomi moved closer and closer until he was leaning on the metal rails of the bed. Mikado inched to the furthest edge of the bed.

"I thought we could hang out again when you're better." Masaomi smiled happily and Mikado narrowed his eyes, a feeling of dread growing in his stomach.

"Why would you think that?"Mikado asked coldly and the smile on the blond's face slowly turned into a frown. Masaomi tilted his head, almost in confusion. He smiled again,

"Silly Mikado! You don't have to act like this anymore, that bastard is gone. You're free!" he spread his arms out wide gesturing in his usual manner and Mikado gritted his teeth.

"Izaya-san being gone doesn't erase what you did Masaomi!" Mikado exclaimed furiously, "You're still a huge asshole and I won't forgive you for what you've done." Mikado hissed his eyes narrowing into slits, Masaomi looked taken back for a moment.

"What are you saying? After everything we've been through? Everything I have done for you? What happened to staying together huh? You, me and Anri!?" the blond got increasingly worked up and he grabbed the metal frame shaking it violently making Mikado cry out in surprise and pain.

"Stop it! That hurts!" Mikado exclaimed holding his injured chest and Masaomi stopped,

"I'm so sorry!" he cried letting of the bars and holding his hands above his head, he stepped back looking up at the roof. Mikado looked at him wary, on edge.

What's wrong with him? It's like he's total unstable, like he could fly off the handle at any second. I'm scared, Izaya...Izaya save me...

"You know I honestly thought after that asshole was gone we could return to how we used to be but it seems his grip on you was stronger than I first thought." Masaomi started pacing up and down the room muttering to himself, Mikado looked at the assistance button above his head he moved his hand ever so slowly wanting to press it.

"You know!" Masaomi suddenly turned to Mikado who flinched, "I was so glad when Shizuo-kun took my side! He understood where I was coming from perfectly, he even told me that Izaya did the same thing to him that he made you do to me. Suddenly not wanting it anymore, acting violent all of a sudden." Masaomi started rambling moving closer to Mikado's bed.

"Shizuo-kun understood, can you believe they were in a relationship? How crazy is that? Shizuo-kun told me Izaya acted just like you, perfectly happy and then suddenly everything went to shit." Masaomi picked at the loose thread on his white sweatshirt as he leaned against the bed once again. Mikado bit his lip as his eyes widened.

They're the same. It's the exact same. We're the same, Shizuo and Izaya, me and Masaomi. They didn't understand our pain and just applied their own reasoning. Masaomi is wrong. Shizuo is wrong and because of that Izaya...Izaya paid the ultimate price.

"You're wrong, both you just couldn't understand how much we hated it. I told you so much that I didn't want to have sex with you but you just ignored me! You'd cut me off and fuck me while I cried and you moaned your girlfriend's name! That's enough for me to want to end it. I hate you! I HATE YOU! YOU GOT IZAYA KILLED WITH YOUR STUPIDITY!" Mikado broke and started screaming at the blond despite the pain in his chest and the stitches which surely ripped, especially the ones from his lung surgery.

Masaomi started shocked at Mikado as the blue eyes teen screamed at him, "THIS IS YOUR FAULT! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU! HE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU! I'LL KILL YOU! ALL OF YOU! I WILL, JUST TO WAIT!" the teen screamed, tears pouring down his cheeks. Nurses and doctors, hearing the yelling rushed in to aid the teen. They held him down while they ordered Masaomi to leave the room.

As a sedative was injected into his drip, Mikado still screamed at Masaomi as he was escorted out of the room.

"He has ripped his stitches, Doctor!" one of the nurses exclaimed and the slightly older woman rushed to Mikado's side, the sedative was slowly entering his blood stream making Mikado drowsy, faintly he heard the doctor tell the nurse to ready emergency surgery.

With tears in his eyes, Mikado lost consciousness and fell into a deep drug induced sleep.

-Unknown POV-

As Kida Masaomi left Ryugamine Mikado's hospital in a daze, the blue eyed teen's word echoed in his head. Masaomi muttered incoherently as he left the hospital unaware of the presence following him. Masaomi walked at a steady pace, not slowing down as he weaved through the streets of Ikebukuro, the whole city had changed since Izaya's gruesome murder, everyone knew who did it but the police did nothing, were they paid off? Too scared to arrest such a monster? No body really knew.

People hadn't really seen Heiwajima Shizuo, perhaps he went into hiding? Perhaps he felt guilty? The small amount of people who cared about the informant attended the small funeral, everyone but who mattered the most, Mikado missed the final goodbye for his lover. The teen had been in and out of surgery since he was found holding Izaya's dead body in a mental state close to insanity. Mikado had seven broken ribs which pierced various places such as his lungs and flesh. The teen was in a bad way, unable to leave the hospital bed. Truly tragic events had befell the young couple.

Now one of the people responsible for the murder of Izaya was being followed down a dark empty alley way, much like the one where Izaya met his end. Half way down the damp, smelly lane the blond stopped and turned meting his stalker.

"Can I help you Anri-chan?" he asked with a cheerful smile but that smile was instantly broken as a Japanese sword slashed his torso from his shoulder to his hip. Masaomi cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground clutching the long, deep wound, he gurgled, blood spewing from his mouth as he stared up at Anri with horrfied wide eyes.

The glasses girl looked down at him with glowing red eyes full of pain and tears that streamed down her face.

"You ruined everything." She whispered. "Leave and never come back!" she cried through her tears as she watched the blond's eyes glowed red.

She stood their for a moment before she turned and ran, disappearing into the night and the heavily bleeding Masaomi struggled to stand. He stumbled down the alley, leaning against the cold brick wall leaving a trail of blood but he didn't stop, he was possessed to carry out his mother's will.