Creation of hope

His blackened soul.

Friends are for the weak.

That's what Izaya had believed from a young age.

He was beginning to question his own logic now that he was completely and utterly alone, staring up at the white ceiling of his hospital room. The word 'God' had been etched into the pale skin of his arm, the self inflicted wound had become infected and left Izaya struggling to keep even water down. Eventually, he had dragged himself to the hospital where he was put under intensive care.

As of late, the weather in Ikebukuro seemed to match his mood perfectly; dull and miserable. He didn't even have the energy to bother his favourite monster, Shizuo Heiwajima. He wondered how the man was doing while he suffered alone in the hospital; he would probably be celebrating the fact that Izaya was on his death bed and honestly, if Izaya had the energy then he would probably be celebrating too.

He released a shaky yet heavy sigh as he turned his head to the side, glancing out of the window to watch the raindrops roll down the glass. "...Each of those raindrops represents the tears I should be shedding." He told himself in a voice barely louder than a whisper before he smiled to himself and closed his eyes. A few stray tears rolled out from beneath his closed eyelids and he felt them dribble down his ashen face.

The ravenette blinked open his eyes as he heard muffled sobbing and he managed to sit up slightly, glancing out of the window to see a young girl crying and alone in the rain; when he looked at her, he saw himself and couldn't help but feel a sudden responsibility to help her. He dragged himself out of his hospital bed, detaching himself from various wires and tubes before starting to stumble down the hallway, clutching his black coat with the fur lining. He tugged it on over the hospital gown, holding it above his head as he weakly shoved open the door to get outside, his head spinning as he stepped out into the rain.

He was so unbelievably weak, if Shizuo appeared right now, he could easily kill him but he didn't care; he needed to get to that girl. Izaya sped up until he was sprinting unable to see properly as he stumbled towards the sobbing child. When he reached her, he knelt beside her and removed his coat, wrapping it around her and bringing her close to share the body heat he had left with her. "I've got you..." He whispered hoarsely as she clutched him tightly. "I'm here..." He muttered, clinging onto the girl as the rain continued to pour down on them, his vision blurring until he completely blacked out.