He woke up because of a few major things. One, the abnormally freezing cold air. Two, the annoying tapping against his shoulder. Lastly, a voice that keeps on calling his name. His eyes gradually opened and was greeted by the underground doctor. Izaya slowly sat up and noticed he was on a couch. Did he mention about this horrible migraine he was experiencing too?

"What a nice surprise. Mind explaining why I'm here Shinra?" Although the tone of his voice was light and playful, it was laced with warning.

"Finally your up! Anyways my dear Celty isn't home so I guess I would have to explain anyways. Where do I even start..." He tilted his glasses and made a thinking pose.

"Shinra."

A loud sigh was heard. "Shizuo brought you here not too long ago. Apparently he found you passed out. Honestly I was surprised when he came carrying you."

Izaya was just about to laugh when he heard that Shizuo carried him. But something made him stop. The last thing he remembered was putting his hands on the piano keys. If the beast found him then that means... His eyes widened. No way. With all those papers and hints all around the apartment, did he know?

"Where is he?" His teeth clenched slightly and the doctor was just about to answer when someone else answered his question instead. A blonde male in a bartender suit walked in from the other room.

"Right here flea."

Shinra said nothing after and slowly crept away from the two of them sweat dropping. With a small smile he announced how they better not break anything and just left. Even if it was his own home, he rather not be in a room with the two of them together. The two of them watched the doctor leave.

"Flea, theres something I've been wanting to ask you."

Izaya breath hitched. With so much evidence, there was almost no way that he could deny the fact that he was indeed the singer. Also, how was he going to explain the words on his wall? Keeping his composure he tilted his head and gave the male in front of him his trademark smirk. Nope. No way everything is going to be messed up because he passed out.

"Are you that obsessed with Divined Melody? I mean I've seen people crazy over his songs, but your just another level."

The raven haired male blinked. At first had a surprised expression, then a confused one, then a "are you kidding me", and finally a face that was trying to hold its laughter. But you know, the informant wasn't the type of person who would hold his laughter so he kind of failed the last part. He managed to wheeze out the words 'idiot' and 'I cant believe this' in between his laughs but calmed with with an angry looking man in front of him.

"My bad, my bad, you just never fail to amaze me Shi-"

He saw the blonde saying something angrily but couldn't hear what he was saying at all. Everything he saw turned gray. What in the world of dullahans and life was happening. Izaya reddish brown eyes darted back up at the debt collector but only saw him mouthing his name with a confused face. Opening his own mouth to speak, he soon realized he couldn't hear his own voice either.

A boy he saw earlier appeared. He was the only thing in color.

"Izaya~ Do you remember all the things you've done? If you ask me, your the real idiot here. Go on, take out your switchblade that you hold so dearly onto..."

Izaya had no control over his body. He wanted to scream and shout but couldn't bring himself to do so. In fact he felt his own hands actually reaching out to his fur jacket and taking the switchblade out. Everything around him was now black, but the switchblade in his hand was crystal clear.

"Now now Izaya-san, don't you want me to shut up? Thats actually quite easy. I'm inside of you after all. Try it. Try to kill me."

His eyes were lifeless and wide. But his brain was still at the very most, intact. He could get rid of this parasite. It was inside of him, he only had to get it out. Pointing the blade to himself, he lunged forward but felt an unknown force stopping him from doing so. The force was strangely warm, despite the fact that it was gripping tightly on his wrist. He only pushed harder to get the blade inside of him.

Didn't I tell you before?

Its okay to cry and shout in pain

At least I wish for someone to say

That to me someday

Hearing a voice singing the words he snapped back to reality and immediately dropped the switchblade. Izaya met eye to eye with the debt collector that was holding his wrist. The words that person sang were his own, just sang not by him. But it.. was so comforting and nice.

"Tha- the lyrics.."

"Ha? What the actual hell are you doing? First you laugh then you pull this BS? And yes, those are from Divined Melody. Who knew it would actually snap you out of whatever state you were in."

The informant pulled his hand away and forced a smirk on his face. "What are you talking about? I did that on purpose. Your reaction was splendid."

Surprisingly, Shizuo was quite calm during this situation. He remembered the words he saw in the informant's apartment earlier.

"Izaya, you... you have a mental disorder don't you? And thats why.."

"I dont. The famous amazing Orihara Izaya with mental disorder? Why, I would say it fit you perfectly though Shizu-chan."

"Don't lie to me flea. Just then you were probably hallucinating some crap and I guess Divined Melody is keeping you sane. Am I wrong?"

The shorter male refused to say anything for a couple of minutes. The man in the bartender suit wasn't wrong. And there was no way he could prove that he was wrong. Was the beast of Ikebukuro always this smart in solving codes and putting mysteries together?

"I lose Shizu-chan. But you did get something wrong."

Standing up, he stumbled a little but stood right in front of the other male.

"I am Divined Melody."

And thats err Chapter 4 if I remember correctly. I would appreciate reviews~ I reread a few of my chapters and oh god it was horrible. I must thank the people who managed to read up to here. C: I'll update soon again!