AN: The last chapter is here! Turns out I can't write smut, so there won't be another chapter. Sorry. Anyway, this chapter is a little more (read: a lot more) lighthearted than the preceding ones, because I wanted it to end on a happier note. Also, the winner of my Halloween contest, Naturesshadows, has submitted a request, and it is currently being written. Since I don't think I can make such an epic request into a measly one-shot, it will probably turn into a full-length story. I have yet to decide on a title. Also, for any Naruto fans, I am in the process of writing a one-shot in honor of the last chapter in the series (sniff). It has been titled "The Kids Will Probably Be Fine", and it should be out before the end of the month (hopefully). That aside, I hope you enjoy the final chapter of "We Are the Night", and thanks for sticking with me for so long! You guys rock.
We Are the Night
Summary: It isn't love, and it never will be, but sometimes she wonders if, maybe, they're just too broken to see the difference anyway. Shizuo x Izaya x Namie
Chapter Six: Thanks for the Mammaries
Orihara Izaya, Yagiri Namie decides, is absolutely adorable when he's confused. He gets this look on his face that makes her laugh harder than anything else, with cheeks reddened, mouth hanging slightly open, eyes just a little wider than normal, and right shoulder dropped a little lower than left. She likes seeing that expression, so, when Heiwajima Shizuo shows up on their first date to try to chase Izaya out of Ikebukuro (again) and Izaya hides behind her, faux-wailing for her 'protection', she just laughs and cheerfully asks Shizuo to be more gentle this time, because she still needs to be able to do her work, and it's distracting when he complains about his butt being sore.
"I'll keep that in mind," Shizuo tells her, dragging Izaya off to the sound of Karisawa Erika squealing like an idiot.
"Namie-san!" Izaya wails. "I thought you loved me!" She smirks.
"You're still taking me out to lunch!" she calls after him. "We'll talk then!"
"OT3!" Karisawa squeals, shoving Namie after them. Shizuo shrugs, picks her up too, and walks off with both of them, much to the confusion of everyone else. As they (well, Shizuo, really) are walking, Izaya whines about the concrete hurting his bum. Namie smacks the side of his head, and he gropes her in return.
"I hope you know that this means you are paying for lunch, Heiwajima." She says, omitting the 'san', which she thinks is unnecessary at this point. He shrugs.
"Yeah, okay."
He's true to his word, taking both of them out to lunch, though the fact that the three of them might as well be on a date doesn't stop Shizuo from trying to stab Izaya with a chopstick. He had it coming, Namie thinks, and is very glad that this new… development in their relationship didn't seem like it was going to change the way they interacted with each other very much.
She sighs, wondering how Seiji is doing, before realizing that this is the first time she's even thought about him in a week. She closes her eyes, picturing her little brother's face, and, for the first time since her pre-pubescent childhood, does not feel her heart begin to beat faster. She lets out a small smile as she watches Shizuo and Izaya having a chopstick war over the last piece of tekka maki… even though they could simply order more. Smirking, she reaches out and snatches the piece, popping it into her mouth and slowly chewing as both men stare at her.
"Namie-san~" Izaya whines. "I was gonna eat that!" Shizuo snorts.
"Like hell, you damn flea! That tuna was mine!" They resume their chopstick war, even though they no longer have anything to fight about. She points it out, and Shizuo says that they're fighting over territory. Izaya, however, disagrees, claiming that they are fighting over a beautiful princess. She happily breaks both chopsticks.
"This princess is fighting over herself," she says sweetly. "Unless the princess in question is Orihara-san. Or would that be Orihara-chan?" He grins at her.
"Silly Namie~" he giggles, not rising to the bait. "Izaya-hime should be addressed as 'O Great and Powerful Orihara-sama', obviously." Shizuo grabs his other chopstick, and the two begin to fight over what they should be fighting about.
"Oh, look at the time!" she says cheerfully. "I should go check on Seiji, since I'm clearly not needed here." Izaya instantly drops his remaining chopstick and throws his arms around her waist.
"No~" he wails. "Namie-san, don't leave me with the scary monster! I'll be eaten alive!" She smirks.
"Eaten alive?" she asks. "Didn't he already do that?" Izaya turns a little red, but it's nothing compared to the look on Shizuo's face. He turns a whole new shade of red, before calling for the check, excusing himself, and mumbling something about promising to meet up with Celty in the park. Izaya quietly texts the Dullahan about that, and she agrees to show up. Izaya and Namie follow Shizuo, simply to see the look on his face when he realizes Celty actually is where he'd claimed she was.
Leaving him behind, Izaya and Namie walk home, side by side. Izaya chatters happily about god-only-knows-what, and Namie pretends to listen, even though he probably isn't listening to himself either. Elsewhere, Shizuo goes back to his apartment, either to fantasize about what happened earlier between the three of them, or to forget about it. Izaya and Namie go their separate ways, each heading to their own house. They're alone, for now.
But that's okay, because they have each other, and that's all any of them really need anyway. It isn't going to stop them from trying to murder each other, but that's really just fine. Some things just weren't meant to change, and the boundary between hate and love and silliness doesn't mind being trod on every now and then.