Hiro didn't know where he was or how he ended up tied to a chair. The strong stench of blood filtered through the air. Hiro couldn't help but cough at the smell, his grey orbs scanned around the dark room. Fear evident on his face.

Hiro squinted as the door opens to reveal a tall figure. Dark skin covered by black clothing. Black hair in small braids pulled back in a ponytail. His tattooed hands covered by thick leather black gloves. His light blue eyes lit by anger and bloodlust. His handsome face twisted up in a deadly smirk, pearl white teeth showing through plump pink lips.

Hiro gulped as the man walked forward. His eyes landed on the hand held gun in the man's tight grasp.

"Why D?" Hiro asked. 'D' gave Hiro another smile, this one sad and full of pain.

"For my father," D replied. He walked behind Hiro, setting his hands on the boys shoulders and leaning down to the level of Hiro's ear. "You took him from me and my family. You killed him in front of me and my brothers. You scarred my little sister and widowed my mother. What do you have to say?"

Hiro gulped, knowing that he couldn't say anything that would make this ruthless killer not want to shoot him. So instead he went with the first thing that came to mind.

"I have a family now D, a wife and daughter that need me," Hiro said, "so please. For the love of god, don't do this D."

D came around to face Hiro, he leaned down. His hands touching Hiro's wrists.

"I trusted you," D replied with malice, "I loved you and you took advantage of me."

D stood up straight, his eyes glancing down at the gun in hand then back up.

"I'm not gonna shoot you," D whispered. Hiro smiled as D set the gun down and walked towards a table with all kinds of knives on it. He failed to see the canister of gasoline sitting up the table. It wasn't until D picked up the canister and walked back over to Hiro, dousing him in the gas.

Hiro sputtered as the diesel fuel touched his tongue. D backed away and set the canister down. Fear gripped Hiro's insides tightly.

D reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a lighter.

"I'm gonna burn you," D finished his sentence by flicking open the lighter and throwing in into Hiro's lap.

Hiro caught light in seconds. His screams echoed into the night.

D turned away from Hiro's burning body. Little did he know that he had grabbed the wrong lighter. The one that he had gotten from the sip'n gas was still in his pocket. His family crested lighter was the one that was thrown on Hiro, setting his body a light.

D left the house that he had burned Hiro in. Once outside, D walked over to a near by bush. He pulled out another canister and walked back over to the house. Dribbling gas all the way around the house, splashing it on the walls and furniture. Then finally making a small line leading outside, D turned back. He reached in into his pocket, grabbing the last lighter and flicking it on. He kneeled down and caught the line of gas on flame. It flared up and went down the line. The house caught flame. D turned away and left back the way to his awaiting car.

It was finally over. Hiro was dead and D's family was free.

Or so he thought....