A.N: Thank you everyone who suggested the name for the story. As you can see it's not changed yet so I'm still looking for the one that fits it just perfectly…or better then this one. As always I don't own Drrr, just my crazy ideas and writing~

Shizuo's eyes went wide in fear; his heart feeling like it's just been stabbed through. He just witnessed a murder. And a murderer was one of his friends. Saika killed Kisuke. Saika. That quiet, little girl that never talked to anyone. Saika, that girl that stared so weirdly at everyone, before she smiled a wide creepy grin and jumped away. Saika, who expressed her love by cutting. Saika, who…had a crush on Izaya. Shizuo with terror realized that Saika has indeed been developing feelings for the younger boy. He remembered Saika's silent staring as the boy practiced his knife throwing, when he was eating, talking, studying…anything. Anything and everything. She was mesmerized by the boy. And now she was turning her head to him, her face covered with small specks of blood as she grinned. Shizuo watched as a clear shiver went through Izaya's body, raven's eyes growing impossibly big. Why didn't he move, why did he just stand there?

"Izaya~"

Shizuo froze at the bone chilling voice that exited Saika's throat. Has Saika ever spoken to him before? He couldn't remember? But her voice was so chilling that it couldn't possibly be forgotten. It was the voice you heard on the full moon night, when nobody was around and you were rushing home, unreasonable fear in your heart as you looked back every few steps, feeling eyes on your back. It was the voice of the ice cold wind that whispered into your ear something of elfin language.

It was the nightmares voice.

Izaya was frozen on spot, shaking like crazy, but unable to move his gaze off of the petite girl. Her dress flashed in black and red as she swiftly jumped over the platforms, making her way to her prey. Every other child was also put to daze by elfin words, not moving from their spots, just watching it happen. There were no sounds from the audience, or so Shizuo thought. Everything seemed like underwater, the world was crystal clear but sounds coming from it were nonexistent. All Shizuo could hear was silent hush in his ears. His limbs were as heavy as if they are made of stone and no matter how much his mind wanted to interfere, his body wouldn't listen. Everybody else must have felt the same as they stared dazedly at Saika who approached Izaya, the sword resting peacefully in her arms covered in crimson fluid of life.

Izaya looked like a mouse trapped under the gaze of snake. His eyes were watering, but for the first time in his life he made no move to hide the tears. He was just standing and shaking, crying soundly in mute sobs that pulsated through his body. Saika took his chin in her hand, making him look up at her eyes. She smiled at the crying child as she moved her hand to pet his hair. The sword found his way to Izaya's throat and more tears fell from Izaya's eyes.

"Don't cry little one."

The voice echoed sadness and loneliness, so much of it that Shizuo forgot that the girl was trying to kill his friend. He just heard those sadness filled words that chimed as softly as a lullaby. He felt a great urge to hug that girl, to chase her sadness away.

"I'm only doing this because I love you."

Izaya's eyes stopped watering as he listened to the enchanting voice. He tilted his head the way that small children like him tilt it when they don't fully understand something. He stopped shaking under Saika's soft and caring touch. Everything about Saika was different now. Her expression was soft and loving, her touch soothing and her voice was a long forgotten melody, brought back from childhood, dug up from the mist of forget.

"I want to make you happy. You will be so happy Izaya. Where you are going there is nothing but love."

The voice sung softly, mesmerizing everyone that listened to it. Izaya's eyes dropt half-lid and looked hazy, tired as he listened to the soothing voice. Shizuo through his own haze realized that the sword was cutting a small wound in Izaya's neck. The blood slowly crept out, mixing in with Kisuke's that was already covering the blade. Izaya's lips curved up in a small, relaxed smile. He looked like he was somewhere else. In a much better place and Shizuo thought; was this really so bad? Izaya would be much happier in heaven and not here.

"Yes, it's a wonderful place. So soft and light. There is no hate just love. Don't you want to go there? Don't you want it Izaya?"

"Yeah" Izaya's voice was not his usually cocky, all knowing tone. It was a silent, drunk sounding tone followed by a smile.

That tone was what snapped Shizuo out of his trance.

They were all put under some kind of spell. The audience obviously didn't count as they just watched in wonder everything that was going on. Nobody interrupted, nobody said anything. They just watched. Watched as a six year old child accepted his faith, no asked for it, wanted it.

Wanted to get killed.

An angry bubble burst in Shizuo's chest and he roared in utter rage at the unfairness of the situation. He jumped of the platform with ease, dashing to where Saika had Izaya at her mercy. Her cold, blood colored eyes looked at him in disinterest as he grabbed the closest thing he could find and tore it from the ground. It was one of the spikes from the spiked platform. Shizuo growled and charged at the platform Izaya and Saika were standing on, looking like a bull with the red in front of his eyes. He skipped platforms and soon found himself in front of the two.

He raised the spike high above his head and launched in towards Saika. His mouth fell agape as the girl jumped up, twirling in the air and successfully dodging the projectile. She landed looking quite frustrated and she pushed Izaya to sit on the floor. The small boy looked at Shizuo in complete daze, looking confused and lost. Saika brought his attention back to her by petting his cheek and turning his head around.

"Stay still little one. I'll be back in a second." She hushed a let Izaya's head out of her hand.

Izaya stared dazedly at her as she approached Shizuo. Shizuo was at the loss of what to do now. Saika had a sword and he was unarmed. He still didn't want to kill her, just throw her off her guard long enough so he can grab the raven and escape.

"Why are you doing this Shizuo? Don't you want him to be happy?" Saika's sad voice chimed in his ears and he shook.

That was no way of making somebody happy. He had enough of Saika and her trickery. With an angry roar he launched himself towards her.

But…

…she was faster.

She jumped over him, successfully dodging once again and charged forward, aiming her sword at him. Shizuo bent down at the last second and avoided the hit, making Saika come in front of him yet again. The girl quickly spun her sword and as Shizuo was getting up, she tripped him with the blunt end. Shizuo quickly tried to get up, but Saika was already standing on him, her sword placed directly over his head.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I would never let you hurt Izaya!" He roared, trying to throw the girl off, but she was stronger then she looked.

She hummed in disappointment and he felt cold, sharp tip of her sword press against his scull. Shivers ran down his spine as he realized what that meant. He was going to die. Saika is going to kill him. The sword was lifted up as Saika readied herself for the blow directly through his scull and into his brain. Shizuo closed his eyes, trying to accept his fate, trying not to cry in fear.

The sound he heard was a swish of a blade, cutting through the air.

Landing directly on its target.