I love humans. They attempt to try to have variety in their lives. They think that they can change and blame each other for their own flaws. They think that the world revolves around them.

The darkness moved closer as the wind blew past him. The wind whipped his hair back, causing his clothes to flap in the air. The waves below hit the shore without pause and waves crested violently in the storm's angry might.

There is nothing about humans that is special. They are all average. They amount to nothing that anyone else could not amount to.

Lightning lit the sky and the small group above him was illuminated on the bridge. It was as if everything had frozen. The men's faces were impossible to differentiate. Their dark clothes impossible to discern where they ended and the scenery began. Their pale skin reflected the mass of electricity.

I suppose that is why I could never refer to you as a human. I would be admitting that my interest in you was in vain. It would mean that all time I spent running was pointless. I would have gotten bored.

The shifting water was getting closer. The waves reached up for him with a vigor, threatening to carry him under and never let him go. The sounds amplified as the wind whipped past him quicker. All the light of the night disappeared with the flash of light and he found himself blind again. The weight around his ankles pulled him down, keeping him from attempting any kind of grace in his fall.

No…

That's not true. I wouldn't have gotten bored. I would have been horrified. Why did I run from you? Why did I bother to even look in your direction? So many unanswered questions and no time left in this world to seek out the truth.

No…

It's too soon…

The waves licked his ankles as he hit the water. The world of air met the realm of water. Lapping at him and dragging him under, the hands of the ocean pulled him in. Pale fingers pulled at the chains around his ankles. Crimson spilled from wounds along his person. It filled the space around him with smoky color among the briefly lit fluid. Clothing soaked through and through and became a weight of its own. There was no escape from such a prison.

Izaya fought the water for life. He released the ropes in a vain attempt to propel himself upwards. The water and the weight on him negated any strength that remained after the attack to his person. His beloved knife was not on him…

Coldness and weariness consumed him and the shadows closed in. There was no chance for flight. A burning sensation began to rip through his nose and throat. Air became scarce. No reprieve loomed ahead, merely that gloom of his new home.

His legs tingled as they fell asleep. A searing pain roared itself through his head as water began to run to places it was never meant to roam. Izaya found his mouth open as he tried to gasp for air, any air, in the darkness. Any fight his arms were putting up at this point seized. Appendages floated beside him as they gave in and accepted the great sleep.

No…

He pushed at the weight again and opened his now bloodshot eyes to look up towards the fading moments of light above him. Desperate strength flooded him as he strove for the freedom of the other world. He wasn't supposed to end this way. This couldn't be the end.

Shizu-chan…

As fast as the last of his strength came, it left him. Izaya watched the light vanish more into the distance and shut his eyes again, feeling them burn in agony. His arms once again became useless. The dimness below beckoned him.

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