Chapter 1 – Game Over

He should of known that wouldn't be the end of it. Sure he had stopped the war Izaya was planning. He had saved his best friend and all three friends realized how stupid they had been, as well as the damage caused by their secrets. Kida had left and he had started to date Anri. Things should have ended there, but they didn't.

His identity was known. Somehow the yellow scarves knew who he was. They knew that he, Mikado Ryuugamine was the leader of Dollars. So did Kadota and his friends. The biggest problem was when Izaya had let him know the blue squares were reforming and that they had been posing as yellow scarves. The two biggest gangs in Ikebukuro knew who he was.

To say he was more than a little scared was understatement. It had started off with weird looks when he was at school,whispers behind his back and the flashes of yellow and blue. He had tried to act normal. Slowly as the week went by it got worse. Boys from other classes started calling him out all of them wearing either yellow or blue. Threats were made and punches were thrown. Mikado shrugged them off.

He didn't say anything to Anri as they walked home, pretending not to see the people staring at him. Once they separated Mikado walked a little faster, avoiding everyone. When he got home to his small apartment, the windows were smashed. Mikado should have known it was a warning and got far away from there. Instead, he rushed inside and locked the door, where he thought he would be safe.

Mikado woke in a dusty warehouse, his arms and legs bound. He should have ran. Mikado groaned as he pulled himself into a sitting position. He should have stayed where he was. A large group surrounded him. If he could, he would have smiled bitterly, but he had a yellow scarf shoved in his mouth. The yellow scarves and blue squares had called a temporary truce against the colourless Dollars.

The dollars leader screamed as the knife cut into him. The teen wearing yellow laughed. "Not so tough now are you Mikado Ryuugamine?" One of the teens in blue kicked him in the stomach. "You're the leader? I didn't expect their leader to be so weak." It hurt. As they kicked, hit and cut him, he screamed. But he didn't cry. He was the dollars leader. He should have evolved. He made sure he didn't cry.

After what seemed like hours, the teens stepped back. Mikado lay bleeding on the warehouse floor. He didn't try to move. He couldn't. Everything hurt. He watched as the group walked away. As his eyes closed from exhaustion, he glimpsed a red container and a small spark.

"Izaya-kun!" Shizuo swung the signpost at him. The informant ducked out of the way laughing. "You can do better than that Shizu-chan." The blonde growled at him, swinging again. He stopped as the sky lit up before him. Their chase had led them to the outskirts, so they could see the large pillar of flame. Izaya focused on the group of mixed blue and yellows moved past them laughing. The informant stepped in their path. "Did you start that fire?" One of the teens glared at him. "What's it to you?" He shrunk back in fear as Izaya stepped out of the way and they came face to face with an angry Shizuo. "Do you think you can cause trouble in Ikebukuro?" Everyone in the group paled, as they turned and ran. Izaya laughed as Shizuo chased after them.

As he stared at the flames, his phone went off. He flipped it open, it was from his favorite pawn. Mikado hadn't been in contact for a while The text had two words. Help me. And Izaya knew.

Mikado knew he was going to die. He couldn't move and through his half closed eyes, he could only stare as the fire spread, the blaze getting bigger as it consumed the wooden crates around the warehouse and getting closer to him with each passing second. If he could move his head, he would see the large black clouds of smoke covering the space above him.

He focused on the shadow moving through the fire, it walked towards him and Mikado realized it was a person. The teen tried to laugh. With the black coat, red eyes and fire background, Izaya looked like an image from hell. It's weird. The last person to see before I die is him.

Izaya hurried to the bleeding teen. He should have known the other gangs would try something. He picked slowly picked Mikado up, noting all the cuts. Hugging the Dollars leader to his chest, he ran back through the fire. The moment he was out a large shadow enveloped the blaze, stopping it in it's tracks. The informant carried the unconscious teen over to the dullahan. "Courier. Take him to Shinra." Celty took one look at Mikado and placed him safely in front of her, without a backwards glance she zoomed off. Izaya turned his head, looking at the remains of the burned down warehouse. He turned away, as the roof caved in. He wouldn't admit it, but when he realized how close Mikado was to dying, It made his chest ache.

The next morning, Izaya went straight to Shinra's. He smiled as the door was opened. "How is Mikado-kun?" Shinra sighed letting him in. "You're lucky he's alive. He's got multiple stab wounds and his entire body is bruised. Luckily he was gagged or you can add smoke inhalation to the list." Shinra opened the door to the guest room, where the teen was. "He hasn't woken up yet." Izaya nodded entering the room and closing the door.

Mikado was covered in bandages. The only place without injury was his face. He looked fragile, like a broken doll. Why hadn't the Dollars leader asked him for help? Well he had. But only when it was nearly too late. He was the best informant in Ikebukuro, so why didn't he see this coming?

It was another two days before Mikado woke up. The first thing he saw was the familiar red eyes. "Orihara-san?" The informant smiled. "You're awake. It's been two days." Mikado groaned, trying to sit up. "Where am I?" He didn't recognize the room. "You're at Shinra's. He patched you up." Oh. "What are you doing here?" Izaya simply stared at him. "You asked for my help." So he had text Izaya. It was a bit hard to see, with your hands behind your back. "Thank you." Mikado gave up and lay back down, closing his eyes.

The next time he woke up, he was in another unfamiliar place. The bandages had been removed, but the healing cuts were visible. His skin had dark purple patches, it still hurt to move, but he could. "Hello? Is anyone there? Shinra?" Wincing he pulled himself out of the bed and moved to the door.

"I'm sorry I don't know where he is. I heard there was a fire three days ago." Izaya paused as the door to his bedroom opened and familiar blue eyes stared confused at him. The informant smiled and put the phone down. "Mikado-kun." The teen walked towards him. "Are they looking for me?"

"Yes. Shizu-chan did some damage, but they're searching for you." The injured teen looked helpless. "Orihara-san. What do I do."

"Everyone is searching for Mikado Ryuugamine. Why don't you try being someone else?"