So this is the last chapter! YAY! I have to make a not that I used Bad Religion song lyrics in this chapter. So don't sue me and if you figure out where I'll give you a cupcake. And thanks again for everyone's nice reviews and the people who have been following the story and supporting the pairing. Let's make this a TomxShizuo world! Together! For the children!

So enjoy!

And before anyone knew it, the sun was once again sharing it's warm morning rays with Ikebukuro. The streets were once again busy with people going to and from work, the local gang members making mischief, and…

…what kind of day in Ikebukuro would it be without Shizuo tearing up the streets in a fit of insane rage?

Shizuo seemed especially on edge today, and nobody was safe. Normally it wouldn't take a lot to send the blonde man over the edge but that short distance seemed invariably to be cut in half.

Instead of getting mad at you for saying something wrong, if you looked at him the wrong way you would be sent flying. If you bumped into him by accident, your face would briefly meet Shizuo's fist but then become well acquainted with the pavement. And God forbid you did either of those things to Tom. You would do better to (if we were to use the great philosopher's, Greg Graffin, words) "put your head between your legs and kiss your ass good-bye."

All anyone could do to not evoke the wrath of Shizuo Heiwajima was to look down at the sidewalk and hope they wouldn't have the misfortune of owing Tom money today. And anyone who had borrowed money from Tom walked around as if they were on death row. The poor bastards.

Even the normally calm, cool and collected Tom Tanaka seemed unsteady. Some might've even said he was nervous. But about what the citizens of Ikebukuro had no way of knowing. But it had been a few hours since his last tirade. Maybe he was done for the day.

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Shizuo was mad. No that was an understatement. Shizuo was seething with a rage that would be comparable to the wrath of the devils of hell for being estranged from paradise. No that was STILL AN UNDERSTATEMENT!

WHATEVER! FORGET IT! HE WAS JUST PISSSED OFF!

Especially at this scene that was playing out before him.

The day had gone by normally, except for a few people that pissed him off and had to be dealt with but that was just common day occurrences now. That is until they'd shown up at the red-light district in Ikebukuro. Tom had said there were a few people who owed money here too.

But it couldn't stay normal and uneventful. Of course not. Something had to just make Shizuo so pissed off he couldn't think about anything else.

Currently they were meeting with a male prostitute. His name was Hiroshi and owed them more money than any other client they had. He'd always tried to weasel out of it somehow. But this particular tactic that Hiroshi had adapted made Shizuo's blood boil.

But you shouldn't blame Shizuo. You'd be mad too if your boss and secret crush was being manhandled by a gorgeous twenty-something experienced prostitute whose job was to make any person's sexual fantasy come true. Especially if upon seeing that you suffered from an inferiority complex and began to feel threatened like Shizuo did.

"Hiroshi, please. You've been six months late with your first debt and have been borrowing more money from us since then." At least Tom didn't seem to be taking the bait.

Hiroshi at this point had his arm wrapped around Tom's back and was staring up at him with a suggestive smile. "You know I hate all this talk about business, Tommy." Shizuo's eye twitched. TOMMY?

And from where Shizuo was standing he could see the callboy's hands roam all around Tom's back. "Why don't you and I go somewhere more comfortable so we can just forget about everything else?"

Shizuo's eyes followed Hiroshi's hands as they went down. "Doesn't that sound nice?" They went lower and lower until they rested on Tom's rear.

Tom jumped a little. Not at the contact because he'd known where Hiroshi was going with his hands. A lot of people had attempted to seduce him in lieu of paying him back over the course of his career being a debt collector so he knew what to expect from those types of people.

But he thought he had heard or perhaps rather felt something snap…

He turned his head toward Shizuo and found that he had broken his cigarette and proceeded to throw it on the ground and stomp on it.

Shizuo was glaring at the prostitute with all the heat and intensity he could muster (that's a lot by the way) and said, "You… Someone like you shouldn't touch Tom-san! You have no right to call him by those stupid nicknames either!"

Shizuo hates violence, but he was going to love beating the hell out of this whore. Then there was a voice in the back of his head saying, Should get Tom-san out of the way first.

So Shizuo wrapped an arm around Tom and slung him over his shoulder while his other arm reached for the nearest road sign. He wrapped his fingers around the metal and it crumpled under his grip. The sound it emitted was satisfying so Shizuo allowed himself an evil wicked grin that split his face in half.

From the look on Hiroshi's face, Shizuo could tell that he was terrified and extremely sorry that he had touched Tom in inappropriate places. But for Shizuo that wasn't good enough. He had to make sure this never happened again.

In a gravelly harsh tone that Shizuo saved only for his victims, he said, "So guess what happens now."

He pulled the sign back, let out a blood curdling battle cry and swung. After the horrifying sound of bones cracking, all of Ikebukuro would be able to see Hiroshi flying through the air at amazing speed.

A couple football fields away, Hiroshi landed with a thump. Shizuo's crazy smile vanished and in its place was a scowl. He tossed the road sign to the side and tried to get another cigarette from his pocket. That is until he heard Tom say, "Shizuo, you can let me down now."

At that point Shizuo realized three things. 1. He still had Tom slung over his shoulder. 2. Shizuo's hand was resting on Tom's butt. And 3. Tom had a nice ass.

Shizuo spluttered and slowly put Tom back to the ground, muttering several apologies and turning several shades of red. After he had let go of Tom, Shizuo almost immediately afterward put his hands in his pockets.

Shizuo dared a look at Tom. But Tom's face didn't hold any emotion he was just staring blankly back at Shizuo. They stood like that staring at each other for awhile. Shizuo didn't know what to do so he just kept staring. Tom was the first to crack.

It started with snickering. Then Tom started to laugh out loud. Shizuo felt something tickling in the back of his head too, encouraging him to laugh with his friend. So he did.

They both turned and started walking down the street laughing their heads off and they didn't even know why. Something like that should've been followed by something awkward. Like an awkward silence. Or an awkward change of topic signifying that it would never come up in conversation again. But since they were both laughing, it was okay.

After they're whooping laughter subsided into giggles, Tom asked, "Why're you laughing?"

Shizuo replied in between breaths, "Because you are. Why're you laughing?"

"Because…because you're face was so funny." Laughs. Laughs. Laughs.

A thought suddenly came to Shizuo. Would now be a good time to tell Tom how he felt? He didn't want to ruin the mood. He didn't think this would be the place or the atmosphere to do it. They were in the middle of Ikebukuro in broad daylight and people were already looking at the pair of them like they were lunatics. It was hardly the romantic setting that he pictured.

But Tom did say that he should confess whenever he felt ready and to say exactly what he would say. It may have just been that his body was still pumping adrenaline through his system from sending the prostitute flying or from all the endorphins that his body had supplied him with that made him laugh. But he felt like he could tell Tom.

They were both still laughing when Tom heard Shizuo say, "Hey, Tom-san?"

Tom turned to him, wiping tears from his eyes from laughing so hard and said, "Yeah?"

"I love you. So go out with me."

Tom looked at Shizuo and without skipping a beat said, "Okay."

Shizuo blinked. That wasn't exactly what he had expected. Maybe he didn't hear him right?

"But… I just said 'I love you.' Shouldn't you react more or be more surprised?"

Tom smiled and took Shizuo's hand in his own. Shizuo looked down and stared at their hands linked together. He'd never admit it but he often had day dreams where he would imagine what it would feel like to hold Tom's hand. He then decided that the real thing was exponentially better than his day dreams. Tom said, "Why? I already knew. You wear your heart on your sleeve, Shizuo. It's not that hard to figure out what you're feeling."

Shizuo blushed and asked, "But if you knew, why didn't you say anything?"

Tom reached up and gently rubbed his thumb against Shziuo's cheek. Shizuo also decided that this was better than all his day dreams put together. "Because," Tom replied, "you've never really had a relationship before and this was a big step for you. I didn't want to take this big step for you. I wanted you to do it on your own."

"Oh." Shizuo said simply. When Tom dropped his hand and turned around to continue walking, Shizuo said, "Well this is kind of anti-climactic, isn't it?"

Tom raised an eyebrow at Shizuo and smiled that sexy smirk of his. "Oh?" he asked.

Shizuo nodded his head. "Yeah."

Tom let go of Shizuo's hand to reach up and wrap his fingers behind Shizuo's neck. He brought his other hand up to take off his glasses. Then Tom said in a low voice, "Let's fix that shall we?"

Shizuo then thought briefly how close Tom was getting. But then he couldn't think at all. Tom had lightly pressed their lips together in a simple kiss. Then it was over. Tom pulled away and was still smiling at him. Shizuo didn't know what to do or think. He was pretty sure his knees would give out underneath him any second now. And he was also pretty sure he didn't care.

"How's that?" Tom asked.

"Better." Shizuo replied.

He very quickly wrapped his arms around Tom and brought their bodies to press up against each other, almost as if trying to reassure himself it wasn't a dream that would vanish any second. He nuzzled into Tom's neck and sighed with contentment. He was never going to let go of Tom.

"Shizuo, we need to get back to work…" he heard Tom say. Well, Shizuo thought to himself, I won't let him go figuratively. So reluctantly Shizuo released the older man.

Tom gave him a comforting smile and began to walk. "Let's get it over and done with quickly so we can get back home faster."

Shizuo looked at his employer and now lover confused. "W-why do you want to get home early?"

Tom turned around with that same sexy smile plastered on his face. "Because I want some Shizuo-lovins as soon as I can get 'em." Then he laughed to himself and said, "And if you think that's going to be anti-climactic, so help me..."

Shizuo blushed and swallowed. Now he wanted to get home early too.

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And somewhere else in the vast city of Ikebukuro sometime later, one Erika Karisawa shivered as if she'd seen a ghost. Her friends Walker, Kadota and Togusa stopped and turned around.

Walker asked her, "Erika, what's wrong? Are you catching a cold?"

Kadota said, "If you're not feeling good then we can just pack it in for the day."

Erika looked up at them with the scariest face they'd ever seen on her. It was like she'd witnessed something horrifying but was incredibly pissed off about it. "No… I'm not getting a cold…" she replied in a weak voice.

Walker was starting to really worry about his best friend by now. He said, "Th-then what is it? What's wrong?"

She turned her face away and said in a barely audible voice, "I sense a disturbance in the Shizaya force… Someone is getting some Shizuo-lovins and it isn't Izaya."

The rest of her team blanched. That is until they screamed in chorus, "THAT'S NOT IT!"

I hope you apprecieated the Star Wars reference, all my fellow Star Wars nerds. Anyway tell me what you think. *kisses*