It was dark now, the streets of Ikebukuro were dully lit and thick as if covered with a thin veil of fog, but Izaya could care less. He sobbed loudly and tried to dry his eyes with his sleeve- Shizuo-san's sleeve. He tried to calm his crying without wiping his eyes, but it was so hard. Why had the one person he thought he could trust been so mean? Up to this point he had seen that Shizuo-san had clearly only been worried about his well-being so he brushed it off and found it as more of a compliment, but did he deserve what had just happened? He was only trying to lighten the blonde's mood; he had looked very down about something. Maybe he was as bad a person as Shizuo-san had said he was, maybe he was trying to protect him from something again and Izaya just couldn't see it.

Izaya turned around at this, maybe he shouldn't have left. An uneasy feeling crept up his spine as he looked around, where was he? He scanned the surroundings noticing the slums he had wandered into, some rough looking people were hanging about along with the obviously poor who were gathered around a fire they had lit. He looked about some more as he turned around and started back, how had he got here? He couldn't remember, his vision was blurred from tears back then and now he was lost.

Walking a ways longer, Izaya had managed to calm his tears and figure out what district of Tokyo he was in. He had made it all the way to Shinjuku in which he had remembered vaguely in their travels today. Shivering lightly, Izaya rubbed his now aching arms and looked around for someone he could ask for directions. He turned his gaze to a group of guys, pretty shady looking but they were the least threatening looking people there. He lightly paced up to them as the people turned to him, for some reason they looked shocked, did he know these people? He didn't remember and continued up to them.

"Excuse me," Izaya bowed slightly trying to be respectful, "Do you know how to get to Ikebukuro from here…?" Now it was getting creepy, some of the group's faces turned angry and some looked happy to see him; something told Izaya to get out of there but he needed to get back to Shizuo-san.

One took the initiative to talk, he must have been the leader for he loomed over the rest, and said in an almost mocking tone, "Izaya, what are you doing out here so late? We thought you had forgotten about us." This last part sounded threatening but the raven brushed it off.

He blinked in surprise, "Do I know you…?"

The lead scoffed at this and the other five followed in this, "Aw you have forgotten us. I'm hurt Izaya," He looked at his group and that triggered a reaction from all of them as they loosely surrounded the confused man, "But yeah; we could show you to 'Bukuro. This way…" He started walking towards a store that had a small alley that separated it from the nearby building.

Izaya was shoved along, still very confused but mostly still curious, "May I ask how I know you, sir?" He added quietly as he hoped the other hadn't heard; where was Shizuo-san when you needed him? These people were scaring him.

This earned a laugh as they entered the narrow, dank alleyway. "Well, you could say I'm your customer."

A nervous feeling hit Izaya like a fist to the face, "Customer..? What do you exactly get from me..?"

Suddenly someone grabbed the others pale wrist and slammed it against a wall, a split second later Izaya felt something cold at his throat; "I don't get what game you're playing, Izaya. But I don't find it amusing; you know exactly what you give me, information. And I want that information I paid for right now. You missed last night's meeting and I don't like being swindled, so don't think that I'm going to let you get away with this."

Fear shook the small raven as tears stung his eyes again, he began shaking and words started to pour out of his mouth by themselves, "I-I don't know what you're talking about, please just let me go. I'll pay you back for whatever I o-owe you just please don't hurt me I didn't do anything-" He was cut off and sharp metal cut through the first thin layer of skin on his neck.

"Don't give me that bullshit! You're a weird guy, Izaya; but this is strange even for you. Just tell us where they are and we can let you go, nice and simple see?" The dark haired man said cockily, expecting the information he needed so badly to be delivered in seconds.

"They…?" Izaya tried to think, tried to remember anything, what was this man talking about? He couldn't find the answer no matter how hard he tried. "I-I don't know… I don't know what you're talking about…" he finally muttered in defeat and horror for what was to come, he shut his eyes tightly in anticipation.

The leader looked at him stunned, "What do you mean you don't know? Stop playing your damn games and talk!" He dug the knife deeper into this throat as it started to turn scarlet and grabbed the other by his dark locks, slamming his head into the cement wall behind him.

Tears drained down Izaya's face, this was the end. His first day of consciousness and it was already over, "I don't know…" He sobbed out as he started to shake violently, "Shizuo-san help…"

The knife loosened and Izaya was placed back on the ground only to slump to his knees crying heavily, "I don't get you…" The dark haired man said distantly, "This can't be the real Izaya, something's wrong…" He looked at the silver object in his hand and cautiously held it out for the raven.

"Boss are you crazy? That's Izaya Orihara!" One of the group members called as he grabbed their leaders hand and attempted to pull the knife out of his reach; the brunet pulled his hand back and dangled the knife out for Izaya to take.

"Here, take it." Izaya looked at the slim object as a little shard of moonlight reflected off of its silver features. He took it and held it awkwardly; he didn't know how to use a knife did he? He looked up at the expressions of the group as he found the grip on the knife handle and finally looked like he knew what he was doing, everyone around him looked terrified.

Was this what Shizuo-san was talking about?

The cold metal resonated through his soul, it felt right suddenly. He placed his thumb at the grip of the mechanism that made the knife blade flick forward and found himself stuck there. He felt an amazing amount of malice try to sway his fear, this was wrong wasn't it? He didn't know how to use knives, and it will stay that way.

Though it would probably be the end of him, Izaya set offensive piece of metal down on the cold ground eyeing it solemnly. It was tempting, but he wouldn't become the monster Shizuo-san used to know.

Silence fell the alley as the gang looked at him in awe, the leader quickly took back his knife and thought, "So what is it then? Why didn't you kill us, you could have."

Another member spoke up, "Maybe this is a set up, he had mentioned Shizuo a second ago."

"Shizuo? I only know one Shizuo and that's Hewajima."

Another person looked at the two who had spoken. "Are you crazy? How could he be working with him? They hate each other."

"Actually I just heard a rumor today; apparently Izaya's his girlfriend or something."

A few laughed at this and the critic spoke up again, "What? Dude that's crazy, no."

"I'm serious! I heard they slept together or something; my sister over heard them talking about it along with a lot of other people."

The leader glared at them, "Enough of this, let's just ask him." They looked expectantly at Izaya.

He just looked away from them, crying still, "Shizuo-san's… Shizuo-san's not going to be looking for me I'm sure… I made him mad…"

Laughter again, "When do you not? Either way he could be looking around for him so I say we dispose of him so he won't go crying to mommy about this."

The lead shook his head in agreement and brought the knife to the raves neck again, "True, what a shame, we never got anything out of him. But I guess we could sell his organs and stuff, that's got to be worth something-"

Suddenly three of the gang was sent flying across the alley as a large object took them all out in a row, was that a vending machine? Izaya looked at the broken object in confusion then to the three still left standing.

They all took a look at what was the cause of this sudden change of atmosphere and suddenly bolted off to the lead out at the other side of the alleyway. Izaya looked to the bright street and that's where he saw him.

Shizuo-san, blond hair lit by moonlight and eyes blazing like gold hell fire in comparison to his lit cancer stick that looked weak against them. Izaya couldn't help the small smile that graced his lips.

His hero came after all.

Omg so sorry for the late update, Ive been super busy with school lately but not to worry its almost over~ Muhahahaaa~~~~ Enjoy my lovelies, very much enjoy all of your comments~ I hope to get new ones they always inspire me~ Thank ya~