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Fire ; Shizaya

Izaya heard Shizuo outside of his apartment, even before he kicked his door down. Usually, the info broker would of been ready and happy to fight, but tonight… tonight his head wasn't in a good place. He was feeling psychotic, and manic.

Nothing was going right for the information broker. His business was falling apart. Enemies were coming at him, from left, right and centre. His only friend, Shinra, disowned him. He had no one, and it was making him go crazy. He didn't want to be here anymore. And he knew which crazy way he wanted to end it. End it all.

“IIIIZZZZAAAAYYYYAAAA!!” Izaya was in his bedroom, when he heard Shizuo scream and kick down his door. And usually Izaya would of laughed, or thrown an insult his way. But Izaya only felt sorry for the blonde. Izaya didn't have the decency to tell the bodyguard his plan of how he wanted to end it all. That's why he fell sorry for him. But at least, he didn't have to die alone.

But… Izaya may of had no decency but he had a conscience, although nobody ever believed that. And that's maybe why he left his bedroom and into the living room and stood face to face with the blonde.

“Izaya!” Shizuo screamed and ran towards the information broker, fist already raised. Then, the blonde stopped when the dark-haired male took something out of his pocket.

“I would get out of here while you still can Shizu-chan~” Izaya twirled the lighter he was holding in the palm of his hand, between his fingertips. “This place is about to go up in flames.”

“What have you got yourself into? What evidence are you hiding?” Izaya didn't blame the blonde for thinking something like that. Izaya was a sketchy guy and everybody knew that.

“Oh, Shizu-chan, its not like that. But smart idea. No, I've got nobody in my life, my life is falling apart, so I'm prepared to end it all.” Izaya knew how he was sounding. Izaya had always lead somebody to commit suicide and now he wanted to do the same. Pathetic, really. And he knew that.

Shizuo dropped his fist, and tilted his head at him. Was the flea being serious? “Fleabag–Izaya, think about this. Don't be stupid. Put the lighter down.” Shizuo may of hated the flea, but he couldn't leave him to die, not like this. Shizuo wasn't like Izaya, he couldn't leave somebody to get hurt or worse.

Izaya started laughing manically, “Oh, Shizu-chan, you really are an interesting person! You hate me but you want to save me? Oh, the humour!” Izaya pressed down on the top of the lighter, “But it's too late, my fate’s already been decided. But you still have a chance to get out.”

But, Shizuo didn't move from where he was standing. He couldn't leave without the flea. The blonde was panicking, even though he didn't show it. He needed to talk Izaya out of this. The blonde stepped forwards and held out a hand towards the info broker. “Put the lighter down, and think about this.”

Shizuo knew the next few words Izaya spoke would change everything. The question was, would either of them get out alive?

“You've got one last chance to leave, Shizu-chan~” Shizuo didn't move from where he was stood and Izaya knew that he wouldn't. And so did the blonde. “Goodbye, Shizu-chan~” Izaya whispered out, as he threw the lit lighter across the room.

It hit a patch of the carpet and immediately blue flames flickered to life, racing across the carpet, growing as they spread, orange replacing blue, smoke quickly filling the room. The flames caught the end of the curtains, and ran up the sofa. The crackle and roar grew louder and louder. Fire danced on every surface, and started headed towards Shizuo, who had backed up in the doorway for a second, entranced by the flames. Izaya was the opposite to Shizuo, he was still stood in the same spot. How was he supposed to die, if he moved away from the flames? He knew the smoke would kill him first, but that was okay, he was scared of the flames, the heat, the burns.