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Darkness.

That's all that was apparent. Darkness, and the mirror.

Orihara Izaya had no idea where he was, how he got here, or anything else. All he was aware of was the mirror in front of him. A frown graced his lips, as he looks at the reflection. For some reason, he doesn't question why he can see himself in the mirror, when everything around him is dark.

The mirror is old. Dirty. The cracks are plentiful, distorting the reflection. It's foggy, and disgusting.

It all seems so familiar to him.

His hand reaches out towards the mirror. He does not will it, some other force is doing this. He barely touches the glass, and the mirror slowly begins to fall apart.

With the breaking of the mirror, Izaya's mind is beginning to break. He's afraid of it. It scares him, he doesn't know why. He tries to pick up the pieces of the mirror, to put it back together. It doesn't work, and the mirror continues to crumble. His wrists are beginning to bleed, as he curses at the mirror.

Soon the mirror is gone. The shards have disappeared, leaving behind more emptiness. Izaya closes his eyes for a split second. He opens his eyes again, to come face to face with a new mirror. Bright, shiny, new. No cracks, no smudges. Again, he reached towards the mirror, thinking somewhere in the back of his mind that he probably shouldn't, that nothing good had come out of reaching for the previous mirror.

His hand touched the mirror, and the ground was bathed in a bright white light. Izaya brought his hand away from the mirror, covering his eyes. The light dimmed, and Izaya could once again see.

But something was missing.

He felt…..

Empty.

Wait.

Who-

Shinra was sure he had seen everything. Seen everything from his underground office, everything that could possibly happen to anyone.

Hell, he lived with a Dullahan. Nothing should surprise him anymore.

But this had struck him.

He looked into the silent room, where an unconscious informant lay. Machines surrounded the man's bed, wires everywhere. Around both wrists were tightly wound bandages. Even with the apparent layers of gauze, one could still see the shadow of the blood that had seeped through the white medical material. A peaceful look rested over him, even after what he had attempted to do.

Shinra never thought, no, it was absurd to even think, that such a man as Orihara Izaya would try such a thing. But, it was all there. The flick blade, stained by the informant's very own blood. And, the scars that would forever stay upon Izaya's wrists.

A hand on his shoulder caught his attention. He looked to Celty, who did not have her helmet on at the moment. She had just returned from a delivery.

'How is he doing?' She typed out on her phone. Shinra could only sigh.

"There hasn't been a change since you found him." Shinra says.

He remembers the call they get from Namie. She's pissed, thinking her boss had played a sick joke on her, changing the code to get in. When Celty had gotten there, and had basically broken in, they had found the informant, in a pool of his blood. Still breathing, still alive, but just barely.

'It's been almost two weeks.'

"I know. But we just have to keep waiting. He'll wake up when he wants to."

'If he wants to.'

Heiwajima Shizuo hated violence. He couldn't help it, he just did. He couldn't help his outbursts either. They just… happened, a wild boar unable to control its rampage.

Lately, though, he had become increasingly more violent. Tom had been asking him on and on what was wrong. But Shizuo couldn't answer. He didn't even know what was wrong. Something just seemed out of place. Unnatural.

When the bodyguard had passed empty-looking alleyways, he'd tense up, ready for the raven-haired man to jump out at him. But nothing happened. It had been silent like that for a while now.'

And, without a flea to take his anger out on, he had much building up, and would take it out on the sorry debt-ridden citizens, who spewed the lies of why they did not have the money.

Now, Shizuo was walking around Ikebukuro. He didn't know where he was going, he was just walking. A whinny and the sound of a motor alerted him to the black rider's presence. He looked up, to see Celty. Catching her eye, or what was supposed to be her eye, he motioned for the rider to come over. Seemingly reluctant, she did so.

She seemed nervous as she typed away at her phone.

'Hello, Shizuo. How are you?'

Shizuo frowns at the greeting. "I'm fine, Celty. You seemed…. In a hurry. What's up?"

Celty typed away again. 'It's nothing, it's nothing! What would ever give you that idea?'

Shizuo lightly felt the anger boil within him. "Don't shit with me, Celty."

Celty didn't know what to do. She had promised Shinra she would not tell Shizuo about Izaya. The last thing the man needed was the blond trying to kill him.

But, she didn't think she'd have any choice. It'd already been so long since Izaya had been awake, maybe a good thrashing would finally wake him up. And then all their questions could finally be answered.

She points to the back of her bike, indicating for Shizuo to get on. The man does so, and they are soon speeding towards Shinra's place.

Shizuo walks into his friend's familiar house, looking around. Shinra seems quite surprised to see the blond bodyguard, and quickly takes Celty aside.

"Celty, why did you bring him here?"

Celty take out her phone. 'I thought it could help…. I mean, maybe Shizuo can wake up Izaya.'

Shinra frowns. Now only did he have to be careful of the delicate stitches that held the skin of Izaya's wrists together, now he had to make sure that Shizuo didn't try and bludgeon the informant to death.

"Fine. Shizuo, would you mind coming with me?"

Shizuo, still slightly confused, agreed to follow Shinra.

They went Shinra's 'personal' hospital. Something didn't feel right to Shizuo. The alarms in his brain screamed 'Danger! Danger!' but he ignored them. Shinra looked tired. He hadn't been sleeping right.

Shinra stopped at one of the hospital rooms, before lightly opening the door. Shizuo looked at him, before Shinra motioned for Shizuo to enter the room, Celty following behind.

Shizuo entered the room, and froze as he looked at the person in the bed. He couldn't believe it. The flea lay right there, in that god damned bed! He felt like ripping the man apart. He got ready to, when he looked at all the tubes, connected to the informant.

To the shallow breathing, that seemed like lungs weren't even trying anymore.

The serene look on the flea's face as he slept.

And his wrists.

"What the fuck…"

"Shizuo…" Shinra entered the room, closing the door behind the three. The room was quite spacious, even with all three of them in there.

Shizuo looked at Shinra, then back to Izaya, then back to Shinra. The scene was almost laughable. There's no way this could be real.

"Two weeks ago, Izaya tried to commit suicide."

Shizuo almost couldn't believe the words that had come out of Shinra's mouth.

Almost.

If it hadn't been for said man laying just inches away, he would have laughed it all off. But reality wasn't the generous.

He looked to Izaya. The flea. HIS flea, had tried to take his own life. But why? Had there been any signs? Shizuo couldn't remember. He never cared to look at the man's face. Never cared to see if there was anything wrong with him. Unknowingly, he walked to the side of the bed, a hand reaching out, and stroking the informant's cheek lightly.

What the hell?

He quickly brought his hand away, surprised he would ever do something like that.

Celty and Shinra both understood the movement. If anyone would take this hard, it would be Shizuo, whether he knew it or not.

"… Why?"

It was a simply question. But it had no simple answer.

"We don't know right now. We've been waiting for him to wake up, so he can answer that for us."

It went silent in the room then. The only sound was of the machines, their rhythmic beeping and sighing almost like a horrid lullaby.

"… Would you two leave for a while? I need to think….."

Shinra and Celty nodded, and they left. But they wouldn't go far. They dare not do such a thing. Not with those two in a room. Especially when one was unconscious.

Shizuo pulled up a chair next to the bed. He sat down heavily in it, looking at the informant's sleeping face.

The man actually looked human.

"Izaya…. Why the fuck…."

A slight hitch in the man's breathing caught Shizuo's attention, as eyelashes lightly fluttered, opening to reveal red orbs. The informant closed his eyes for a second, groaning at the light.

"Izaya?"

Shinra popped into the room, almost guiltily. "Is he waking up?" Celty popped in behind him.

"I… I think so."

Izaya's breath lightly picked up, as he came back from his slumber. He looked around him lightly, before his eyes stopped on the closest thing; Shizuo.

"Izaya? Izaya, tell me how you are feeling." Shinra said, as he walked over to the bed.

But Izaya's eyes didn't leave Shizuo's. He was searching for something…. But that something kept escaping him.

"Izaya?" The blonde lightly said.

A look of confusion passed over the rave haired man's face.

"…. Who…. Are you?"

OMG! D : Shaky start! Sorry if it seems OOC, but I don't think any of us would EVER expect our loveable Izaya to commit suicide (That in itself is a lot of OOC packed into a trash bin ). : c Oh well. I'll update as soon as I can, I already have most of this story planned out. : ]

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