Izaya calmly walked down an alley, aware of somebody following him, and was irritated over the fact that a certain somebody nearly tied him up because he didn't want Izaya going outside with his shoulder not completely healed yet.
He glanced over his shoulder and noticed the black figure behind him. "Tch... I shoulda figured that i wouldn't be able to be outside without somebody causing me some kind of trouble..." he quickened his pace and turned into the busy street, trying to lose the person among the people.
He was almost to Shizuo's apartment before he felt a strong grip on his shoulder and before he could do anything, was dragged back into a different alley. He held in a shout of pain with difficulty as his shoulder was slammed into the wall next to him. "fuck..." he muttered, slumping down, holding his shoulder as he felt blood slowly roll down his arm. "Izaya Ori-fucking-hara... " he looked up at the looming figure in front of him and winced as the tip of a knife was pressed into his cheek. "Do i know you...?" he asked, wary of his surroundings, the walls suddenly closer than he remembered. "you ruined my family, murdered my brother and sister, and made my mother and father commit suicide shortly after we went bankrupt... I say it's time to avengey siblings..." Izaya was faily certain that he knew the person who wanted to murder him. "i'm sorry but i think you may have the wrong perso-" the knife was dug further into his cheek. "shut up you bastard." he fell back as he remembered who it was that the boy was talking about. "Shuji yamamoto..." he grit his teeth as he felt the knife bury into his side. "glad you could remember! Now i want the last thing you ever see to be me killing you." Izaya braced himself for what he knew was coming and shouted out as he felt a searing pain in his chest, almost like somebody took a scapel and ripped open his chest, revealing all of his organs for the public to see.
"why are you just killing me over your siblings...? Why not your parents too?" he heard Shuji scoff. "what parents? All they cared about was how much money we were making. I raised my brother and sister as kids... My mother wanted nothing to do with us. My father only cared about our image to the neighbors and other businesses..." Izaya felt droplets fall onto his face and saw that Shuji was crying. He felt a sting at his throat and a warmness consumed him, welcoming him into death. He looked up at the clear sky and thought, "i guess... It's what i deserve... I just wish i could've told Shizu-chan how much i really didn't hate him..." he felt a warm feeling in what he hoped was his heart at the thought of Shizuo and smiled a bit. "what are smiling at? You're about to die! What does someone like you have to happy about?" Izaya shook his head. "because i know that there is someone that i can haunt when i really do die... And i know he won't mind!" he chuckled and felt like he was being suffocated but he really didn't mind. As much as he said otherwise, he welcomed the idea of death.
he heard a loud crash and thought he heard someone say his name but was too far gone to open his eyes and see who it was that was trying to save him. He slowly felt his life slip away from him and decided that he would thank whoever it was that held him to their chest.
He barely opened his eyes and saw through the bleary mess, a blonde head of hair. He chuckled at the chance of someone saving him having blonde hair. "thank you but... I don't deserve this..." he managed. He blinked as he felt soft velvet lips on his own and barely heard, "I love you Izaya... Don't die on me please... It'll be boring without you around..." he smiled and closed his eyes. "i'd say the same but i don't even know you..." he took a breath and passed out.