Honestly still not sure about that sequel. I start classes again in two weeks so it'll be a while before that gets all planned out properly if I decide to go through with it.

I'll try to keep things updated on both of my tumblr accounts (which you can find on my profile page). Feel free to contact me about the status of this decision on tumblr. But for now, this is the last chapter. Thank you for reading!


Shizuo woke to the sun shining through the window and a light shifting of the man lying on his chest. Izaya had curled up in his sleep and was pressing even closer to Shizuo than when he'd first fallen asleep. The new position also allowed Shizuo to get a better view of Izaya's face, only a few inches from his own.

With all defenses dropped, Izaya's face relaxed to a peaceful expression that threw Shizuo off at first glance. He had to take a moment to remind himself that this was still Izaya and despite the look on his sleeping face, the man was still potentially dangerous.

Izaya shifted once again, and a light smile began to show itself on the informants face as his body pressed against Shizuo even more.

Shit, how can a guy like him be so damn cute? Shizuo thought.

The temptation to quickly press his lips to Izaya's was growing stronger with every second he looked at the sleeping informant, forcing Shizuo to abruptly look away when he caught himself moving closer.

The movement must have been too sudden. Shizuo cursed himself when he saw Izaya's eyes flutter open, and widen in shock when he seemed to remember what had happened.

Izaya quickly pushed himself away from the blond and sat up, eyes darting from Shizuo, to the sun coming through the window, to his alarm clock, and finally resting on his own hands.

"Good morning," Shizuo said quietly to try to ease the tension in the room.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Izaya asked.

"Dunno," Shizuo lied as he moved out of the position he'd held through the night, "I guess I fell asleep too so I didn't think to bother waking you."

Something pulled in Shizuo's chest when Izaya's only response was to grimace and turn away. Was Izaya still going to challenge him about all of this?

Stupid question. This was Izaya after all.


Or not. Did he hear that right? Or was his mind playing tricks on him?

Izaya made eye contact for the first time this morning before continuing.

"For letting me sleep like that, I mean," he paused, "and for saving me as well, I suppose."

So he wasn't hearing things. Izaya had really just thanked him. He wasn't too sure how to respond since he'd never heard Izaya seriously thank anyone before—nor was a "thank you" directed at him often.

The painful tug he'd felt moments ago was replaced with a warm feeling in his chest. He'd done something right, and made someone feel better rather than hurting them.

"What the hell are you smiling at?" Izaya asked, snapping Shizuo out of his thoughts.

"Ahh, nothing, sorry," Shizuo responded hurriedly.


Aside from Izaya asking what Shizuo wanted on his omelet, neither of them spoke for the next hour. A heavy tension left in the air as they both attempted to grasp the concept that this was all really happening—and that the two had just spent the night in the same room without attempting to kill each other.

They finished breakfast still unable to think of what to say to one another even as Izaya picked up both dishes and set them in the sink.

It was the only way he felt he could escape the situation, and though he was fully aware that Shizuo could still see him from where he was seated, Izaya hung his head and sighed as he tried to collect himself.

But apparently, Shizuo wasn't going to give him that chance.

"So are we just going to pretend nothing happened?" he asked, sounding irate.

"I would appreciate it if we did, yes," Izaya replied in a quiet voice. This conversation was giving him a headache already.

"Okay, so what now? I leave and everything goes back to normal?"

"What part of 'yes' don't you understand, Shizu-chan?"

"I think it's the part where I can't actually do that!" Shizuo exclaimed, "Maybe you can just turn your back to the facts, but not everyone is like you!"

"So what is it that you want?" Izaya said, taking a few steps out of the kitchen. He was beginning to feel trapped in there.

Shizuo merely stared at Izaya for a moment. There were plenty of things he wanted at the moment, and one of them was for Izaya to drop the act and stop hiding behind that cold exterior. But instead all he could say was:

"I know that I don't want to go back to the way things were!"

"Shizu-chan," Izaya said with a sigh, "how can you possibly think that what happened last night will change things between us?"

"How couldn't it?!" Shizuo blurted out, "You're more fucked up than I thought if last night meant nothing to you!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"You cried on my shoulder! Literally!"

Shizuo's jaw dropped slightly when Izaya's eyes widened almost as if he was hearing about this for the first time. Aside from shock, there was another emotion flickering in Izaya's eyes before he closed them.


He knew that look on anyone. Izaya was ashamed.

"Just drop it, Shizuo," Izaya said in a low voice.

"I mean it though," he continued, "I really want to help you through this. And… maybe end the fighting as well…"

Though the last bit was mumbled, the sudden dropping of Izaya's shoulders and his next words signified he'd heard clearly.

"Why?" he asked simply.

"Because I just don't want to do it anymore," Shizuo's heart was racing and his palms began to sweat as he continued, "I want to try to work things out between the two of us."

Izaya opened his mouth to respond when the front door clicked and opened.

Shizuo spun around to see a young woman with long brown hair and her head held high walk through the door.

"You're lucky I'm even coming in today," she said coldly, "Seiji and that girl are going to the beach and I wanted to follow but he was hell-bent on being alone with her and—"

Namie cut herself off when she finally walked far enough into the room to notice the blond standing off to the side.

"Ahh, Namie," Izaya said, snapping back into his mask once again, "I'm glad you're here! There's a lot to do today!"

"Am I interrupting your being murdered?" Namie asked looking between the two, "Because if so, I hope you have your finances in order. I still need to be paid this week."

"No, no, Shizu-chan and I were just having a little chat, right Shizu-chan?"

"Uhh, yeah…" Shizuo said, deciding to play along for the moment.

"Whatever, just leave me out of it," she said slipping between them to her desk.

Shizuo looked back to Izaya to see him nodding his head towards the door.

"No problem Namie-san, we're done here anyway."

Shizuo was about to protest as Izaya began pushing him towards the door until Izaya spoke again, much more quietly.

"So what was your plan to make all of this happen?" he asked.

"Not sure," Shizuo replied, "Wanna maybe catch a movie later?"

Izaya nodded.



The End.

(Remember when I said you'd all hate the ending I had in mind for this? Well there you go. Sorry not sorry.)

Thank you so much for everything! I hope you enjoyed reading!