~Izaya POV~

You know…I'm done feeling all of this self-pity.

You can't drown forever.

I can say I'm long sick of feeling this way.

It is about time I moved on. Here I am in Kofu, and low and behold, nothing is happening!

Who am I even kidding…?

I'm done with all of this…

I thought I was done with this a year ago…

But all of my feelings come back rushing to that night and morning in that train station…

Why keep chasing after something that isn't even there?

I didn't even enjoy the trip all that much…although the food was delicious…and everything was right…

I'm just so tired of feeling lonely…

But I'm also tired of drowning in this endless puddle.

So I'm done.

Shizuo, consider yourself gone from my thoughts forever.

You can stay a nostalgic memory.

I don't miss you anymore.

..Even after all this time, I don't miss you Shizuo…

I really don't…I really, really don't…

A/N: That was my intro. Now, continue on with the story and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Finally, we are getting back into Shizuo's point of view who has been sadly a little neglected.

~ Shizuo POV ~

My hair has grown to be brown, but I've kept the same hairstyle. It doesn't grow much anyway.

I don't fear hurting people anymore, I've kept to the country part and I work for a ski resort, renting out gear and doing other odd jobs.

I guess you could say it is totally out of character of me. The country life, away from the big city has extensively calmed me down. I don't find myself fucking throwing things….well at least not close to as much. Heh.

I've moved on from Tokyo. I've met new friends and I think for once in my life, I am starting to enjoy the stability and tranquility of life.

But…I just can't shake this one feeling…it is almost as if everything is off…

It is as if even if in this happy fucking world there is something missing…

It was so much easier to get a job here. I mean, I have all the strength I need…regardless whether I want it or not…and surprisingly to almost myself, life can be pretty normal.

I can be normal.

But why…why won't these doubts in my mind disappear?

"Shizuo?" my boss asked. "You're here earlier than usual and you're spacing out. You okay?"


He gave me a shaky look and said, "Wanna do something easy for me? It just takes some time."

"Sure, fine by me."

"Well, can you go the train station and go round up some people to come here? This resort hasn't gotten as much business lately, and we need all the customers we can get…I figured if you're not in your usual sorts maybe this might be a good change for the day."

"Boss, I'm fine really. Want me to head out now?"

"Please." My boss said.

I nodded and set out.

It probably wouldn't be a bad idea…although it had been a really long time since I'd visited the station because I don't travel.

Why the fuck travel? ...it only brings those memories back.

~ 3rd person ~

"Excuse me, miss. Would you be interested in visiting a ski resort? It has nice lodgings and it is cheap!" Shizuo asked a young lady who immediately blushed because as usual women were attracted to the previous fortissimo of Ikebukuro.

Looking away she said, "M-maybe. Is it far?"

"Not at all," Shizuo flashed a smile. "Here are some directions. I hope to see you there."

Blushing even more, the woman nodded quickly and scurried off.

Scratching his head Shizuo thought, "Women…"

Shortly after Shizuo went around to a few people in the train station, people began to swarm around him. It was like he was a magnet for talent scouts and fangirls.

"Isn't he handsome?"

"Can we scout you for our agency?"

"Are you married?"

"Just how cheap is cheap mister?"

"Do you have any special services?"

Shizuo was different. But his true nature couldn't disappear. That anger was still swelling and boiling, doomed to eventually burst.


A few women and men rushed away scared.

The remaining people came in closer and one particular woman kept bugging him.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"


"Do you want one?"


"Why not?"

"I don't."

"Do you love anyone?"


"Then what is the harm?"

"Yeah! What is the harm?" Another woman screamed to him.

Fangirls are incredibly vicious beasts that flock at incredibly sexy and attractive men. The ones after Shizuo are known as the stalkerish type. Beware of them, they are persistent.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Shizuo thought.

…Shizuo turned his head from over the crowd and spotted a man drooping his head and walking straight to the bench. His train arrived a minute after and as Shizuo saw him board the train, instinct took over and he quickly followed him on the train without the slightest hesitation.

The man's hair was pretty long for a guy, and it covered most of its face. It probably hadn't been cut in a while. He had pitch dark hair that fell into soft strands laying lightly around his face. The man most notably had a fur coat.

~ Izaya POV ~

I can't wait to get home…I'll bet Namie is missing me very dearly along with Shinra and Celty~!

"Excuse me?" some guy went up to me and said.

What the hell does he want? Can't he mind his own business?

"Hi. How can I help you?"

"If I'm not mistaken, are you Izaya Orihara?" the man asked.

"Yes I am. I am out on business at the moment so if you have to make an appointment please contact my secretary. Thank you."

"No, no…" the man said. "Look up at me for a second."

Hm…he looks vaguely familiar…

"What?" I growled, but my curiosity had peaked at this mystery man.

"I was just wondering if you remember me."

What, are you reading my mind? I would love to know, too…

Why is this face so familiar?

"I think I might…Haha it hurts a little to think too much about it though~!"

The man sighed, "Has it really been that long? I didn't realize I changed that fucking much…"

I chuckled, "Okay, I'm sorry really. I just can't remember."

"Fine, remember this?" the man said, leaning in.


His lips locked roughly on mine.

Roughly yet so….so…


So Shizu-chan.

"No way…No way…" I muttered.

"Yes way," Shizuo said kissing my hair.

"B-but…You can't be here."

"But I am Izaya and…"


Bowing his head Shizuo didn't waste a single second, "I don't give a fucking damn where we have to go or what we have to do…I will do fucking anything to make it happen…"

On one knee a coward begged me to marry him.

Don't make me fall again…

Don't let me fall if you aren't going to catch me…

I don't really know why an idiot would think that I would say yes after leaving me for over a year…

I don't really know why an idiot like me would start crying and say yes…

I just don't understand this game I guess.

~.~.~ A Sort Of Epilogue

Romeo and Juliet have nothing on these star-crossed lovers, designed to be forever clashing against one another. Although, their clashes weren't quite as serious as before.

"I want vanilla cake!"

"Too bad I am getting strawberry!"

"What if the baker doesn't make strawberry cake?"

"Are you crazy America has fucking everything!"

"…I can't wait any longer, Shizuo."

Shizuo knew what he meant. He always knew.

"Damnit, damnit, damnit damnit, damnit, damnit, damnit, damnit…."


"Do you take me to be your husband and all that other cheesy bullshit?"

"I do. Do you take me to be your husband and all that other lovey dovey stuff?"

"I do."

Shizuo leaned down and picked up Izaya, twirling him up in his arms and pressing their lips so gently together.

The chase was over. The cat finally had his mouse and the mouse had his cat.

But this was only the beginning of their story.


A/N:…I feel like I'm setting myself up to create a shittier sequel hahahaha….This chapter was short…I guess I feel like I didn't want to lengthen it more than it needed. Honestly, it felt long enough as is…As you can tell, it flopped around and was basically fading out with memories and moments.

So anyway, I hope you liked this and I hope you'll read my future works if I ever write more.

-tears up- Thanks especially to the people who had been there from the beginning and supported me. You know who you are and it meant a lot. 3. 'Til Next Time.