Prologue.

POV: IZAYA

I do not own Durarara or any of the characters.

This is my first fanfic sooooo Enjoy~!

To Find The Things Not Spoken

Izaya ran through the backstreets of Ikebukuro, spotting gang members and drug dealers every so often. Many of which were acquaintances of his, people he exchanged information with. But there wasn't time to think about that, he had something more important to worry about. He took a quick glance behind him, keeping his quick pace to see who, no, what was following him. Shizuo was on his heals, anger present on his face, hate gleaming in his eyes.

Izaya let out a delighted laugh seeing Shizuo like that. There was nothing he loved more than seeing Shizuo worked up and angry because of things that Izaya had done. Provoking Shizuo was always the highlight of his day, it was what he loved to do more than anything else in life.

Shinra claimed it was love, desperately wanting to see each other every day, teasing each other constantly, he said it was the only real explination. Izaya just laughed at the notion." As if anyone could ever love a brute like Shizu-chan," He had said. Izaya knew what he had felt towards the man, hate. Hate without reason, and he never wanted to look past it, simply because he never wanted their little game of cat and mouse to end.

He sprinted harder down the streets making careful notes as to where he was going. He had planned an escape, a perfect route to lose the brute and make it safely home, once again, without a scratch.

He needed to turn left into the next alleyway, the last time he had checked it led out into a street that was busy at this hour, almost sundown. Running through a busy street, he could easily lose Shizuo in the crowd and make his way home for the night. Its placement was lucky for Izaya, where he was running would lead to a dead end, if it weren't for that one opening.

A wide smirk spread across his face as he saw the corner of the alley's entrance come into his view. He ran to it, ready to shake off Shizuo and go home to the dollars chat. He looked back at Shizuo again, showing him a triumphant smirk as he ran to freedom.

His heart nearly stopped when he looked down the alley.

No.

This wasn't right. He had been sure it led out. He had checked only a month ago...

His eyes weren't lying to him. Blocking his way was a wall of bricks; it was new, obviously laid within the month. He skidded to a stop. Maybe he could surprise Shizuo by running past him and escaping.

No, even if that worked, he knew his stamina wouldn't last much longer. He knew he wouldn't be able to go much longer if he kept running, and he also knew that Shizuo could probably run all day and night without tiring out. He couldn't escape.

Izaya spun around to attempt run anyway, he couldn't just roll over and get killed by Shizuo. When he turned he saw Shizuo standing there, staring at Izaya with a killing intent as he riped a pipe off of the wall of the alley to use as a weapon. The way that it was torn off caused the tip of the pipe to sharpen, there was no doubt that Shizuo could kill with it.

He took a step back as Shizuo stepped forward, despite his growing fear for his life, he managed to keep his cocky smirk plastered on his face as he drew his flick blade and pointed at Shizuo.

The blonde man in front of him just let out a soft laugh as he swung the dull edge of his make-shift weapon at Izayas hand. The swing knocked Izaya's last defense out of his hands, rickashayed it off of the alley walls, and caused it to land at Shizuo's feet.

"Looks like you've nowhere to run flea." Shizuo called out to him, victory ringing in his voice.

"We'll see about that Shizu-chan." Izaya retorted, glaring back at Shizuo, hatred burning in his eyes, fear slowly beginning to extinguish hatred's flame in their ruby coloring.

Without warning he made an attempt to run past Shizuo, but apparently that was exactly what the other man was counting on. Shizuo swung his pipe at Izaya, making contact with his stomach and flinging him back to where he was previously standing, only this time, on the floor clutching his stomach in pain.

Damn. That hurt like hell.

Izaya looked up at Shizuo, grimacing at the pain he felt shooting from his stomach to the rest of his body. His eyes widened as he saw Shizuo bringing down another swing aimed at his head.

Crap. I need to think. What do I-

His thought was interrupted by the dulled clang of the pipe on his head. It started pounding, the world went hazy as he fell on his back. His thoughts were a blur as he was able to make out Shizuo bringing his weapon up a final time, sharp side down, for a killing blow.

Why?

Why had it come to this?

This isn't what I wanted.

I just wanted to mess with Shizu-chan.

To tease him, push his buttons, and watch his angry reaction.

I wasn't supposed to die.

In truth I really-

His thoughts were cut off as the pipe came down and he let out a scream of pain. He felt the hot, agonizing pain from the puncture overflow his body. The pain it brought was so overwhelming that he couldn't even feel the blood flowing steadily out of the wound, quickly covering his body.

As his vision failed him and he shut his eyes, he thought that he would rather die than feel such a massive amount of pain.

And that night, that is exactly what he did.

DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUN Fact: Izaya died. Fact: This is not the end. I still have many plans for this fiction~ Thank you all so much for reading! Please follow up on the updates and REVIEW! 3