Least to say this just wasn't Izaya's day.

First he was in a fight with Shizuo once more and now a surprise attack had now left him bleeding in a dark alley way.

*BANG*

A gun had grazed his side. He threw one of his knives but the other person was faster.

He dodged as many as he could, but there were still cuts from the knives. He winced at the pain running to somewhere he could use a diversion. There was probably a bullet in his arm, but he had to keep going.

The only way to lose them was to hide out somewhere.

These guys were definitely foreigners, much stronger than he had anticipated.

He saw a bartender uniform walking by; probably Shizuo.

Best to use him as a distraction to escape. Throwing a couple of knives at a sign board it would fall right on him.

He didn't turn to see the rest, but he did hear weird dialogue from his pursuers.

"Oh it's a woman, oh fuck not good."

Izaya kind of felt sorry for the poor girl, but he was in no condition to think about others.

"This-ugh- is unexpected" He muttered to himself.

He never would have thought he would die this way. After all of that he was now lying in the alley current unable to move anymore.

The only way this could've happened would be the doing of the candidate as Shizuo's girlfriend or someone just as cunning. He had to bet on the latter; after all Shizuo's interest wasn't like him. She preferred to do things herself rather than relying on pawns, but at the same time she could control them in the spur of the moment.

The rain wasn't any help either; he could feel the cold seeping through his fingertips, the rain falling on his form made him feel like he was drowning.

Maybe this was what people called karma.

The ground didn't feel so bad cooling the burning from his wounds. For the first time in a while he was afraid.

He was afraid death would finally catch up to him even though he hadn't awoken her head yet.

The cold, knowing no one would know the way he died, becoming nothing, all of it frightened him.

He didn't want to die this way.

Izaya clenched his teeth turning to lie on his back to look at the cloudy sky.

"Is this what death feels like?" He laughed hollowly at his own situation. Shizuo would finally get his wish.

He doubt anyone would try to save him; people were probably happier him dead than alive.

For the moment he thought he could hear light footsteps coming towards him, but logically he knew no such person would come.

The foot steps seemed to move even quicker into a run. Faintly he thought he could hear someone call his name like a mere echo.

"Izaya" A faint female voice seem to say, but it almost seemed like a sob. The pelting of the cold rain stopped falling into his face.

His vision was blurry, but he could still identify mismatched eyes. One sapphire blue the other a silvery gray. The warm touch of fingertips soothed the pain for a moment.

"A cat?" He muttered already losing the battle, his vision was failing him. "How... odd"

"Did you know? God saves many, but no one will save God. Because he is unreachable." The voice whispered sadly

He was sure that he didn't know this girl, but she didn't seem threatening. She... to be stereotypical looked like an angel, but that could've just been the fear talking. After all the world around him was a million shades of black and blue, but she was the only splash of colour in front of him. The girl didn't smile, but it was her eyes that gave her away; what a strange girl.

Izaya couldn't tell if she was crying or if it was just the rain, but it made him smirk. He didn't have the energy to speak anymore though.

The last words he heard before he blanked out hit him hard.

"In the end you're still only human..."

"Izaya."

I guess this can be called a prologue for your reading pleasure-_-'... hopefully.

First time writing a fanfic for Izaya so not sure if this'll work out.

Review or Comment on your thoughts so far;)

Psst... psst spoiler ALERT! (I haven't killed him off)