Shizuo had to admit, the chase was better than the fight. The things Izaya would make him do to test his wits, his strength, his stamina, and his self control. It was a daily test to see if he's gotten stronger and smarter.

Shizuo burst through the crowd, looking around for that tan fur. He lost sight of the brunette until out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of fur, and the gleam of a blade. He ducked and kicked out, slamming the hell of his foot into Izaya's chest.

Izaya flung backwards, slamming into a trashcan. He crawled to his feet, spitting out blood from the split lip he had, and swung the hatchet he had aquired in his palm.

"C'mere kitty kitty~" he hissed, walking forward slowly. Shizuo grabbed a bench, ripped it from the ground, and walked forward, ready to meet Izaya head on.

Without any hesitation or warning, Izaya ducked down and ran at him, jumping over the bench as it swung under him. The informant saw the shocked look on Shizuo's face as he dodged the blow and landed on the back of the bench. He leapt at Shizuo, the hatchet held high over his head. He swung down in a wide arc, and sliced a deep gash into Shizuo's arm.

The debt collector howled in pain and grabbed Izaya by the hair and slammed his face into the wall, hearing the skull crack from the pressure.

Izaya saw stars and stumbled forward, blood dripping from his broken nose. He turned around, glaring at Shizuo with a deadly red gaze. With an enraged and tired grunt, he threw the hatchet, slicing Shizuo's cheek as the blonde rushed forward, using the bench as a baseball bat to slam into Izaya.

The black haired man flew back through a store window, shattering the glass and knocking over the clothes mannequins. Shizuo panted and coughed in his hand, ignoring the blood that spotted his hand. He turned and looked around, seeing the large crowd surrounding them on the street.

He see's the horrified faces of Shinra and Celty, who have arrived too late to try and stop them. The trio from earlier stand across the street, staring silently as if this entire thing was an action movie.

Shizuo doesn't see the cunning informant grin menacingly as he stood up, a large shard of glass in hand. Only when Kadota bursts through the crowd, screaming "Izaya! Stop!" and Walker and Erika crying in unison "Shizu, look out!" did he turn to see where the flea was.

A glint of glass. The reflection of the night lights in his eyes. The sudden searing pain in his head. And the black void that flooded his senses was all that Shizuo felt.

He stumbled back a bit, gasping lightly as his brain sends signals to his body that something is wrong. His right eye is completely blinded, but the pain he feels is slowly fading.

He sees Izaya standing there, a look of shock on his face. Almost like he couldn't believe it had sunken so far. Shizuo turns to look at the window of a nearby store, and see's the damage.

The shard is sticking into his skull. Penetrated deep into his head, right behind his eye. The shard had barely missed the temple, and was sticking out of the side of his hea, where blood was dripping and oozing down the side, stinging his skin.

It doesn't take him long to realize that it had lodged partway into his brain. The lack of sense on his right side of the body tells him this.

"I feel weaker than normal." He mutters as he turns back to look at Izaya, who had climbed over the broken window to stand in the street. A small drop of rain hits Izaya, and he looks up for a moment in a daze before looking back at the monster. His red eyes wide with wonder.

"Ha! Looks like i've been hit by the flea." Shizuo says louder as he stumbles back and falls to his knees, looking up at the dark, cloudy sky. Shizuo can't help but grin as he falls. Slowly and almost gently, he lies on his back and laughs, almost relieved.

Stunned, Izaya walks over and leans over him. He examines the monster, amazed that he isn't dead on the spot. But the informant can tell, that this truly is a fatal blow. He wants to smile. He wants to cheer. He wants to celebrate. But he can't. He's too amazed and shocked. Shizuo closed his eyes and chuckles.

"Well, looks like this chase it over. I'm glad I managed to get at least a few good hits."

Izaya kneels down in the pool of blood that is forming, his own blood mingling with Shizuo's. He smiles a bit and chuckles. The sounds of screams and sirens are fading around him. He can't help but laugh a strange laugh of joy and sadness.

"Hahaha!~ Yeah…you did get a few good ones on me, eh, brute?"

Shizuo nodded, opening his good eye to stare at Izaya. He frowns a bit and swallows, choking on the blood backing up in his throat.

"Hey flea…"

"Yeah?"

"Shocked, eh?"

Izaya let out a struggled breathe. "Just a bit….to be honest."

Shizuo smiled a genuine smile that Izaya had never truly seen before. He only saw this when we was far away. Never when he was this close.

"Since we're being honest…If i'm gonna die, I'm glad I died by your hands, friend." Shizuo whispered, feeling like it was becoming too much of a hassle to talk. He pauses, sighs, and laughs again. "Friend…." he breathes, almost bewildered at his own choice of words. He then looks up at Izaya and smiles, "My good friend."

Izaya swallowed a bit, taken aback at how…sincere and honest Shizuo sounds. He leans forward, and rests his hand on Shizuo's , squeezing softly as Shizuo closes his eyes, and takes his last breathe in silence.