Hello everyone~ Hope you all had a wonderful winter holiday and a happy new years.

Thank you to those of you who took the time to review, they make me very happy and I'm glad yer all enjoying this story so far.

I'm aware some of the plot devices here aren't completely original but I hope I can do it justice none the less and you all find it enjoyable to read. ^^


Chapter 2

When Celty pulled up to the site of Shizuo's and Izaya's latest destructive fight she was shocked at the scene that was laid out before her. The first thing she noticed was the excessive amount of blood painting the asphalt, then not too far off the rigid and stunned posture of her blond friend where he stood looking down at a dumpster misplaced on the road, most defiantly the blonds doing. The expression he was wearing was that of someone that was staring at an alien space craft landing, disbelief and fear mashed together into a state of shock.

She cautiously made her was over to Shizuo's side and took a quick glance and what lay under the mass of metal and trash. The black rider quickly looked away when she realized it was indeed a person, she suspected that Izaya had been hit by the amount of blood, but seeing his mangled body was still a hard sight to look at.

Celty quietly let out a sigh, her black smoke wisping out from under her helmet; she tapped Shizuo's shoulder and showed him her PDA 'It's going to be alright.'

He glanced at her message and stiffly shook his head no, he knew nothing was alright. "I… I killed… a person."

The Dullahan typed out another message for the blond and pushed the message into his line of sight once more. 'He's still alive; I'll take him to Shinra. Don't worry I'll take care of this'

The black rider then proceeded to lift the dumpster off the crushed informant, if possible she would have puked the moment she saw the raven's condition, bones that should make up his rib cage sticking out at odd angles, his stomach busted open and spilling his ruptured gut out around him. She was surprised the man was even still alive and even barley conscious; the pain must have been excruciating for him.

She never really liked Izaya much, he was a horribly twisted man and he always left her with an unsettling feeling in her gut whenever he was involved in something, not to mention his tendency to constantly harass Shizuo every chance he got, but still this was worse than even he deserved.

None the less she couldn't let the creepy little raven die, no matter what she thought of him, he was still Shinra's friend and not to mention Shizuo was her friend and the last thing she wanted to see was for the blond to become a murderer and end up incarcerated for the malicious little raven's demise.

Shadows seep into the man's shattered body, the only thing the dullahan could think was 'I have to keep him alive till I get him to Shinra's' he didn't have much longer as he was, this was the only option she could think of.

She did her best to stem the bleeding before quickly scooping up the raven and his mess of innards off the pavement she loaded him into a side seat she created with her shadows attached to Shooter and speed off down the road to Shinra's as fast as she could, leaving Shizuo still standing there in the street.

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It was dark and the only sensations Izaya could feel was the numbing in his limbs and a suffocating burning in his lungs. In desperation the raven started flailing his limbs and struggling about, the space around him felt thick giving resistance to his poor attempts to escape this suffocating feeling, was he still drowning in his blood… well no duh, if he was alive still he certainly would be, but he had hoped he had finally died and was freed from that pain, the last thing he saw was Celty and he vaguely hoped she was there to take him to Valhalla, he was optimistic upon seeing the dullahan after falling in battle with Shizuo. He was so cold though, Helheim? No he was killed in battle… But he was running away when he was killed so that was a possibility, did playfully fleeing from your enemy count, if so then that sucks, either way this was most defiantly not the realm of the gods he had sought.

Suddenly his eyes snapped open… All he could see was darkness even with his eyes open, floating in dark nothingness and numbing cold, every time the raven attempted to suck in air the burning in his lungs worsened? 'Where am I, no I just died right, what's going on. Some hellish after life of a punishment were I die repeatedly or maybe I'm still alive and dreaming, it doesn't matter dream or not it's still painful.'

The informant continued to thrash reaching out his arms frantically trying to find something, anything to grab onto, some way to escape. As he was starting to lose what remained of his strength his palm finally hit a wall, but there was nothing to grab, he started following it upward until he felt his arm collide with something. Even with his body feeling so numb from the cold he could tell whatever it was it felt bony and almost fleshy, he froze as the object slowly floated closer to him, dead eyes reflecting a small amount of light that now streamed in from above. Izaya frantically pushed it way as he tried to move as far away as he could. 'A corpse, that was a corpse right?... Corpse shore?... nonononono, please no' With the lack of air and panic Izaya was on the verge of passing out when he felt something large, and rather hand shaped wrap around the entirety of his mid section and lift him upward through the thick pressure of the space around him. 'If this is corpse shore… t-then… Nidhogg?!' the tiny raven panicked all the more, He could think of nothing else big enough to pick him up like this. 'Shit, no.' Izaya twisted in every direction clawing and pushing with all his might, which wasn't much by now, trying his damnest to free himself. 'This can't be happening I don't want to be eaten by this monster!' he thought in fear, screaming in his mind as he came to terms with the fact he couldn't get free. *If this is confusing there is a note on Norse Myth at the end*


Well Izaya really can't seem to get a break, hmm bad word choice considering how many bones he broke last chapter. I also might have overestimated the healing ability of a bandaid, a few may not do the job.

*Quick Norse mythology lesson* Izaya is always saying he wants to go to Valhalla which requires one to die bravely in battle and be retrieved by a valkiery to be taken to the gods realm to become a part of Odins army for the end of the world. Dyeing peacefully, old age, sick or being a coward that runs from battle will send you to Helheim located in Nefilheim, a cold dreary realm, now Izaya here is wondering if he ended up in Náströnd AKA corpse shore a place located in Helheim where murders, those guilty of adultery and oath breakers go, where Níðhöggr a dragon that gnaws on the corpses of these sinners resides, Izaya's a cowardly little liar, so yeah that's where his little mind was running to up there.

Till next chapter bye bye~

Kir~