Thanks for the review, I really appreciated it! Anyways, don't read the rest of the chapters if you don't want to continue the story. You can always treat the previous chapter as a one-shot. Up to you C:

Izaya was clicking away in the chat room again. He was bored and craved for some entertainment in his beloved humans. Soon, he found his target, too obvious for the room title was just depressing. He smirked and entered the room without any hesitation. This would be easy, he thought.

In a few hours of chatting, he had actually managed to get all the information and trust he needed in order to start his entertainment. He had after all did much research about suicide when he had lost his closest friend in elementary school, a friend that he had somehow felt attracted to, though Izaya would deny it in front of everyone.

His target this time was called Akairo, just reached her 17th birthday and was depressed about her family issues. Apparently, her parents had very much forgotten about her and hated her. She had loathed her very being and just wanted to end it all. It was so easy, it didn't even need to take a day. He was very lucky to catch her like that.

All he needed was to ask her if she wanted to end her life with him, and she agreed immediately. They were to meet two blocks away from the Russian Sushi by eight tonight. Izaya checked the clock, it was only six, he can take his sweet time to Ikebukuro. Happily swirling in his comfortable chair, he recalled the reason he had taken up this find-the-suicidal-girl hobby.

Izaya wanted to help them realised that the world is still spinning and problems can be solved, only that he is using a more indirect way to tell them. So, in the end of the day, if they still thinks that it is hopeless to save themselves anymore, it wasn't his right to get in their way of attaining death.

He swung himself of his chair and dialed up a few numbers, preparing his men to kidnap the girl. She had told him that she would wear bracelets with three colours, red, yellow and green. She also told him that she was eager to meet him, to get to know this person that have the same thoughts with her.

"Time to go Shizu-chan's territory." Izaya sung, though he had noted to swerve out of the blonde ex-bartender's way today, he wasn't one to ruin his own plan. He had also dialed Celty to save the girl from the kidnappers, forward his message to meet at the rooftop, the usual routine everytime.

He had time to stop by Russian Sushi, with the man speaking japanese in thick Russian accent.

"Sushi, Izaya? Sushi good!"

"Sure, give me some ootoro." Izaya casually walked into the restaurant and sat down. He had finished his sushi by 7:30, so he proceeded to walk to their "accurate" meeting place, the rooftop.

The girl who had no knowledge of his plans, walked towards Russian Sushi. Before she could reach her destination, two men dressed in black grabbed her from behind and pulled her into the dark alleyway.

Just before she could slip into unconscious from the lack of oxygen, a loud neigh could be heard through the streets. Celty came into her view and fended the men off, and bending down to her height. Though no matter how young the girl was, there was something off about her age, which Izaya told her to look out for the 17 year old.

"H-headless Rider?"

[Are you okay?] Celty quickly typed in her PDA. The girl nodded her head strongly, quite relieved that she was saved.

[Kanra said she wants to meet you at the rooftop of the building 3 blocks away from here.] Celty dutifully relayed the message to the his "victim". She had also noted to stay near the building just in case she really jumps.

The girl nodded and went off towards the building. She wasn't an athletic person, so the staircase seemed to be never-ending for her. Breathing in one deep breath, she opened the door towards the rooftop.

There she saw the shadow of the person she was suppose to meet, except that it was a man.

"Hi, Akairo." Izaya said as he turned around to face the girl, pausing his actions when his eyes met hers.

Her blue eyes that glowed in the dark was not matching the red scarf she had around her neck.