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A/N: Omgomgomg I'm back(!) How are you guys doing? Here's the long overdue last chapter that I've been procrastinating over. I'm interning in a hotel now and I suspect it's the stress that got me starting on this. It's very, very short tbh, but I couldn't find another scenario to put them through, and really, I've lost most of my "motivation" and previous ideas for my drrr fics. But it's still an ending, and I hope you guys are satisfied with it enough :) (If you are still reading this that is. Yes, I just went through the whole story and realized out of character Izaya is in this ahaa.)
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Please Say You Love Me Too
It's been about a year now since Shizuo had last saw the damn informant. He had returned to his usual bartending job, and life had been peaceful – well, in his definition of the word anyway.
He was just closing up for the day when his cellphone buzzed to life in the tight confine of his pocket.
New phone, new ringtone; his old one he had thrown and smashed against his bedroom wall the first few nights after Izaya had left.
It was a text message, from an unknown number. How odd.
Shizuo lifted an eyebrow at that.
"Who the fuck…" he muttered, deleting the message and stuffing the tiny gadget back into his pants.
It wasn't even halfway in when it buzzed again.
-I really do remember.-
He would've cursed again if he hadn't heard the quiet footsteps making their way up to him from behind.
Shizuo tensed up and readied a punch at his side just in case – you never know what sort of people to expect this early in the morning.
The footsteps stopped some feet away from him.
That voice…it can't-
"Long time no see, Shizu-chan."
Izaya's voice was smug, and so was the look on his face.
Shizu stared at him.
"Russia was really fun, loads of stuff going on there. But, I think I like it here more."
Izaya was talking, speaking to him in a way that was just so normal. As if all those things between them had never happened.
"You see, the people here for once, know where they stand when it's just me and them. They know when to not back down."
Shizuo snorted despite himself. "And you love that, don't you?"
"You know me so well."
Shizuo turned away, just for a second, just to put the lock in place. Izaya was still standing there when he turned back.
"That text…it was you?"
In reply, Izaya dangled a phone between his slim fingers out in blonde man's direction.
"I was going to send you another, you know. But why waste another few yen when I could just tell you in person?"
"Wait, before you say anything," Shizuo took a few steps closer to him, hand outstretched as if to grasp a hold of the smaller man before him. "I need to tell you-"
Izaya didn't even flinch when Shizuo curled his fingers around his wrist, didn't even blink.
His voice came out in a soft whisper, and Izaya just couldn't look at him at that moment.
Izaya sighed, his free hand coming up to rest itself gently on Shizuo's.
If he were a less reserved man, Shizuo would probably have said more, but Izaya could already see it in his eyes.
"I was going to say," he paused, searching for something in Shizuo's face, before, "That was a really horrible joke you played on me."
Shizuo frowned questioningly.
Izaya ignored him and crossed his arms then. "What would you have done if I had took it seriously? Come crawling back to great old me for forgiveness?" he scoffed.
"You should be thankful I even bothered to find out your new number when I got back." He continued, making sure to watch Shizuo closely.
"The next time you decide to prank me, do it when it's not raining."
Shizuo was baffled.
Izaya still looked as if he was waiting for something.
So that's how it's going to be.
"If you say you're sorry one more time, I swear I'll kill you."
Shizuo allowed himself a small chuckle despite the real threat in Izaya's voice. Alright, so he didn't want an apology.
"I promise I'll come up with a better one next time."
That was the best he had to offer.
And having his arms around the informant, and feeling the other's arms around his waist in return, was something he supposed he could get used to.
Staring down at the tuft of black hair against his chest, Shizuo couldn't help but ask, "When did it come back to you?"
Izaya shifted a little against him, burying his face further into Shizuo's warm body. "When we were just above Tokyo, getting ready to land, to be honest. I think seeing Ikebukuro from afar really brought it all back."
It was a silent agreement between them; the past was the past. They weren't going to broach it.
"So what now?"
Shizuo found himself looking down into familiar reds.
"Hmmm…." Izaya dragged it out with the hum.
He propped himself up on an elbow and reached out to place a soft kiss on Shizuo's lips.
Shizuo didn't have to say it, those four words. Izaya already knew.
And that was the way they would keep it.
A/N: Now I can breathe easy again. First fic I've ever posted, and first multichaptered one that I've finished. I wouldn't say I'm very proud of it, but I'm glad it's finished! Thanks for your all your support and lovely reviews so far! They mean so much to me :)