I lied, he died

To lie wasn't a big deal to me. As long as no one finds out, I'm fine. Even if they do find out, if they can't do anything to me, it was their own problem. However, lying to death itself wasn't the same as lying to those foolish humans; all I could do was to extend my life only by a little longer – or this was what I thought.

But I'm a person who had too much to lose through death itself, that was why I took the risk by lying to death. However, to lie was to regret, the lesson and torture I received at the end.

The first time I met death itself, I was siting by the bench, under the shades of a tree. While I was watching my dearest human filling the street, I didn't feel the presence which was slowly approaching me – rather, whomever it was, it didn't seem to have any presence.

"Onihara Izaya, your time's up. Get up, we need to go." Skin as white as the purest snow, eyes robbed of any emotions, hair of earth brown, the strange man in his late twenties came up and spoke to me from behind. Despite the fact that I have never seen this person before, a sense of dread filled my mind as I frowned.

"Who are you?"

"No time for petty talks. Your time is up and I'm here to take you away." The man continued in a flat voice. I continued to watch him, not budging an inch from my seat as I waited for him to further explain himself. However, he didn't. The brunette stood there and watched me with those eyes like Kasuka's – empty.

"Take me to...?" I forced myself to question after a minute of silence from him.

"Your end." He spoke. I had an idea of what he meant, but my mind flatly rejected to accept what he meant. "Perhaps death is a better way to explain what I mean by your end, and 'Grim reaper' as what some people in your world call me as."

Have I ever mention that humans were truly an interesting creature? When one has an interest that runs so deep, it would have change into something just as dear as life itself. And when one believes that they are someone, something that they aren't, they can and will become it?

"Ah, Death...you say? But that can't be right. I still have some work to do." I replied with a chuckle, trying to humor the man.

"I see. Sorry to have disturbed you, I'll come back later." Was his last reply before he walked away, slowly fading into the crowd. What a strange man. A smile floated onto my lips as I came up with plans to find out more about this individual.

After days of searching, nothing came up. No a single trance of information of this man, almost as if he didn't exist.

The second time I met him, I was in my office, still searching up for this man, wondering if he was a foreigner – perheps this was the reason as in why I could get any information so far.

"It's your time. Get up, we need to go." I was surprise by his sudden voice, looking up only to see him standing there with emotionless features.

How did he get in?

Smiling once again, I replied, "That can't be right. I just had an argument with my siblings. Surely you can't allow me to go with such hate lingering."

He watched me, before he nodded like he did the first time.

"I understand your situation. I'll leave. But on our third meeting, we shall be on our way." He spoke before whirling around to leave.

"Wait!" I cried out, but he didn't stop. "How did you get into–..." Before I had the chance to catch up with him, the phone rang long enough to distract me and for the strange man to leave. This situation itself was fishy, but I choose to dismiss it with reasoning rather than to believe that death had came to take me away.

As the days turn into weeks, I gave up my futile search on the strange man's particulars. It wasn't mainly because the search was really futile, but rather the fact that I had enough things on my plate to only place all my concern and interest into on thing.

Nightmares of running after a figure, with broad shoulders and blonde hair, which slowly fades away, was one of the few. I remembered having that nightmares, only to be 'saved' by a sudden nudge at the side of my shoulder. Opening my eyes, I saw the brunette standing at the side of my bed.

If this was going to be frequent, is it normal for me to say that his a stalker that has been stalking me?

"Wake up. We have to leave soon, I have another pending job to attend to. You've had enough time to clear up everything, so let's go." This time of round, I could hear the slight hint of dread from the tone of his voice.

But I didn't bother with him. If he truly was here to take me away, was truly 'death' itself, then the more I can't let him get his hands on me.

"Surely this has to be some kind of mistake. I had a dream that I was happy and strong, but I've neither to accomplish either of it." I rubbed my eyes, wiping away a lone tear that had seem to fall from the side of my eyes from the nightmare earlier.

His features, one so emotionless from our last few meetings, seem to soften when he heard what I said.

"I understand what you mean. To leave without any having accomplish any of your dreams will only leave regret lingering. I'll come back the next time. But you'll suffer if you elude me." With a nod, he just vanished, as if he had turned into thin air.

I blinked for a moment, not believing my eyes. Was it a dream or not, I couldn't quite tell.

On our last meeting, I was in the car driving through the streets. Before I knew it, I saw the strange man from the mirror, showing that he was sitting in the back seat.

"Let's go. Your time is up." He spoke once again, face just as emotionless as our very first meeting. My blood seemed to turn cold when he spoke, and my hands slowly growing numb. But my mind was still clear, still had the ability of thinking.

"Ah...but if I died right here right now, others would get hurt, won't they?" At that moment, as soon as those words fell out of my lips, the sensation began to return to my hand as I felt my blood turning warm again – a weird but yet reliving sensation.

"She did the same with me when death came to her. And because of her, I died." He murmured softly under his breath, eyes watching me sadly. It was as if he was trying to tell me about his past. "Even so, if that's what you say, there's no helping it. I hope you're prepared." he continues.

"Huh?"

"To say goodbye. Before you know, he'll be gone to make up for your time." I didn't quite understand what the brunette meant by 'him'. However, I knew that it meant someone was going to replace me for my own end.

"That can't be right, it's my time, isn't it?"

"No, if you died while driving, someone else might lose their life as well." He shook his head, voice low and hurt, almost as if he was regretting something. What it was, I didn't know as I didn't have any information on him.

"Wait...who's time will be taken up for me?" I questioned.

"For her, it was me – her lover..." I managed to catch his soft whispering. L-lover...? "If that's so, it'll be the same. Goodbye and happy living." His voice was full of spite, and at the moment I blinked, he disappeared again.

I pressed on the break, hearing the tire of the car screech along the empty street. I broke into cold sweat just hearing the brunette's voice echo through my mind, as if it was entrapped in my skull, bouncing up and down, side to side.

Turning the car around, I began to drive towards a certain blonde's home. It seem to take me ages before I finally reached. Upon parking the car, I ran out of it and started making my way up the stairs. Pulling out the duplicate key of Shizuo's home, I unlocked it and rushed into his home.

"Shizu-chan!" I yelled, slamming open the blonde's room door, only to see a similar blonde standing right beside the bed where yellow dyed hair peeked out of the blanket. The blonde turned around to face me, eyes emptied as his face showed only confusion.

"Who...?" The blonde murmured.

Not being able to believe my eyes, I ignored the blonde and rushed towards the bed, pulling the blanket off. There he was, lying there motionless in his pajamas. My body shook, as I forced myself to make the motionless blonde body turn to face me. The peaceful features on his face only made my heart shatter like a glass.

"S-shizu...chan...?" I turned and face the other blonde, one of the very same features.

"Shizu-chan? Who's that?"

"It's not something we need to know. We were abandoned from the beginning, and will forever be." The strange brunette man came into the room, catching both Shizuo's and my attention. "Let's go." He stretched his hands out to the blonde.

Normally, Shizuo wouldn't have followed anyone he didn't know of, but he did this time.

"Stop, Shizu-chan!" I pushed myself off my feets and ran towards him. 'Don't go', 'come back', 'please don't die, don't leave me alone', many thoughts filled my mind, and time itself seemed to freeze.

But as soon as time flowed again, both the blonde and strange brunette man were gone.

I was a man who lied to death. I was a man, among the few, whoe escaped death. I was a man, who had someone I cared deeply for, taken away from this selfish life of mine. All because I wanted to leave, he died.

And strangely, not a single drop of tear fell when he was taken away from me; maybe it was because I broke when the blonde died. Whatever the reason was, he died because of me – nothing more, nothing less.

A/N:

The more I think about it...I guess I'll be dumping all the minifills/oneshots from Drrr!meme on Shizaya/Izuo here - like they say, the more the merrier...