Okay guy, this is it.

After this, I'm going to take the time to finish the first chapter of 'Suicidal Tendencies' and edit it thoroughly.

I want to make it the best I can make it before I post it here, so don't be shocked if it takes me a few days.

In other news, I will be working on my RE:write, so I hope you can balance the two!

Any questions or comments you feel aren't appropriate for FFNET can be sent to my email, which will be posted in my profile from this day forward.

Thank you all for the kind words and the help with keeping me straight in some things throughout this project.

I hope you will continue to support me and enjoy my writing.

Thank you,

Much love ALWAYS,

-Speira S. Shoranto

P.S.: I'm sorry the ending of this sucks. Not the writing, but the placement. I feel mean now. :3

Over breakfast the morning after my meeting with Shizu-chan in Ikebukuro, I thought about some of the things that had happened recently. I'd helped Masaomi get his surgeries, decided that I cared about him enough to tell him so, been told I didn't matter by aforementioned teenager, and then I got to confront my feelings about Shizuo in order to not lose him.

Overall, the past month had sucked.

Before I'd finished my food, there was a knock on the door and, before I got there, it opened to reveal Shizuo. He'd said he was coming by that day, so it wasn't unexpected, though it was a bit earlier than I would have preferred. The blonde man came inside and shut the door behind him before sitting down across the table from me.

"So... What is it?" I asked, genuinely curious about what he has to say. And what the weir depression on his face is.

"Izaya, I'm not really sure about us."

"What do you mean?" I immediately dropped the spoon back into my bowl of cereal.

"I'm just not sure this will work out the way we're doing things."

"How else can we do it? Shizuo, I want to make this work, I really do!"

"I don't know."

"You could live here." I said, automatically trying to give him something he hadn't already thought about. Sadly, I was failing at that lately, and that day was no exception.

"I've thought about that, Izaya. If I lived here, how would we explain that when I seemingly tried to kill you on the street?" Shizuo sighed loudly and I felt my heart throb in my chest.

He's going to break-up with me.

The thought was instant and unstoppable and made me sick to my stomach. "Then what is there to talk about?" I said, trying to hold my voice steady.

"I... I don't know, Izaya. I just... I need some time to think about this thing." Shizuo stood up then, starting to leave.

"Time? What do you mean?"

"I mean that I don't want to see you for a while. I'll come to you." My heart broke when I heard him say that. It was so far from what I wanted... I couldn't even watch as he walked out of the door and, or so I thought back then, out of my life.