(A/N) Oh boy, Blackfallstar9, if you appreciated the gay in the last chapter do I have the treat for you. But on an unrelated side note, your reviews literally mean so much to me. I've been having a pretty tough time personally, but whenever I get too upset I remember how kind you are, and it brings me back a bit. ( ؔ ̫ ε ؔ ̫ ⁎)

Aside from that, this is the last chapter of the first arc. Thank you so much to all of the readers. The second arc will be called "Everything Stays." Please look forward to seeing that posted here. The first part of this three part journey has been an incredible adventure. Again, thank you so much, all of you. Every last one of you. ()

Izaya forgot how peaceful it was to flow between the buildings and above all of the people below. They look like ants, all hustle and bustle, even in this late hour of the night. And on top of that, the luminescence of the buildings and cars look like he's taking a picture with an unfocused camera. It reminds him of christmas lights, and for a minute he's brought back to his childhood. The only real family memories that stuck with Izaya are those that fell on Christmas.

His parents never called on his birthday, and he sure as hell never saw them. The only time that Izaya was sure he would get time with them was Christmas, when they were both home the day before Christmas Eve and stayed until two days after. He didn't care about the presents as much as he did that plastic feeling of the holidays, where there was joy and warmth and none of the distant fear that seemed to lurk when ever their paths crossed. Around the time Izaya turned fourteen though, he figured out it was all just painted on. They still fought, and they still worked, however it was behind closed doors and out of sight. Izaya decided not to ruin the holiday for his little sisters, and thus he pretended that he didn't hear the muffled shouting, or the business call his father had taken outside. He kept his mouth shut, and tugged on the horribly green cashmere sweater his parents got him. He smiled in the pictures. And Izaya sang the Christmas carols, while plucking his thin fingers between the piano keys, hoping their harmonies were enough to drown out the ringing cell phones and underlying bitterness.

But right now he's spinning between the buildings and mentally preparing himself for a mass murder spree. They want to die anyway, and if Izaya doesn't kill them, then they're just gonna keep attacking. Izaya decides to land on top of Russia Sushi as he passes it, and uses his powers to look for Ursus amongst the other people. It's alarming when he realizes just how many people are painted in white.

"Itzal! Come! Eat!"

Izaya's focus is shattered by Simon, noticing him on top of his building. Maybe he shouldn't have sat here.

Izaya waves to him as everyone around them grab their phones to take pictures. He pushes off toward a nearby skyscraper, shooting off to avoid the screams from people still undecided on their stance of his existence. Once he's up there, locating him is much easier, when he spots a certain armor clad obstruction who is currently holding up a bus in one hand and helping people out of it with the other.

Izaya moves toward him, but doesn't interfere. He sits on the edge of the concrete barrier of the highway the bus flipped over and watches.

He's taller than Izaya had originally thought. Upon closer inspection, Izaya recognizes that he's all muscle. All lean... dense... muscle. Izaya bets that he could cut concrete with a jawline like that. Ursus also sports broad shoulder blades, which in turn draw out the definition of his back. And just like that Izaya is checking this guy out. He may be obnoxious, but he sure is easy on the eyes.

It's important to know about his body shape so that... Izaya knows...

...

How to fight him! Yeah!

It's definitely not because he's super gay. Ursus accepts the hug from the mother of five and he takes off again, but this time Izaya follows. He's close enough to see him, but not close enough for Ursus to be tipped off to his presence. Ursus is running between buildings while Izaya follows behind him, shadowed in the inky darkness that surrounds his suit.

Ursus turns left, then right. Then he ends up sprinting up the wall of a neighboring building, to which Izaya dances up the bricks. And once he gets to the top, the door that leads to the building's roof top entrance is flying in his direction. Izaya instinctively shuts his eyes in preparation for the impact. However, it doesn't come. When he peeks behind hooded lashes and the red film of his suit, he seems Ursus looking rather dumbfounded, and the door frozen in mid air about an inch from his neck. Izaya tries to act like keeping this thing in place isn't making his brain want to shut down, so he bats his eyelashes and innocently tucks his folded hands under his chin.

Ursus shakes his head, his blonde hair swaying wildly.

"Why the hell are you following me?!" Ursus yells, and his gruff tone makes a shiver run up Izaya's spine in the most undignified of ways.

Izaya tosses the door aside and sticks his hands on his hips. "How did you know I was following you?"

"You smell like… rainwater and sadness. I sensed you when you when you showed up on that bridge. What the hell were you staring at up there anyway?"

"You." It isn't a lie, but it's a lot less embarrassing than 'hey, your ass looks great in those tights.'

"Why?"

Izaya steps further from the edge of the building, and drags one of his hands to the back of his neck.

"I was serious the last time I saw you. We're going to be seeing a lot of each other, especially when I have some information that may save your neck."

Ursus glares and balls his hands into fists. "You remind me of someone."

"And who would that be?" A wave of cold fear rises on Izaya's skin.

"The epitome of human garbage."

Well he couldn't possibly be talking about Izaya. He's amazing! Izaya relaxes a bit at that, but continues to keep his guard up.

"Well, that's unfortunate. However about my info-"

Ursus snaps, "I don't care about whatever info you think you have! Unlike some people, I'd rather distance myself from homicidal maniacs."

"Are we gonna start with this again?" Izaya's irritation spikes. This is not how he wanted this to go. At all.

"You slaughtered him!"

"He was a fucking rapist! We've had this discussion before. If you're going to continue to justify his actions, then maybe you're better off being left alone to figure it out for yourself."

"I am not," Ursus growls, "by any means justifying his actions. But if you're gonna follow me around you can't just murder people."

"They're not people," Izaya's hisses. "They're monsters."

Ursus stares at him for a second, his gaze flicking across his face. "So what, are you a monster too, then?"

"Yes," Izaya says sharply. "But I figured since I'm already a freak, I might as well take out the ones actually doing real harm."

"Murder isn't the way."

"Yeah, okay Spider-Man," He sighs.

"Oi, who are you calling Spider-Man? You're the captain of sarcasm and irritation."

Izaya shoots Ursus an award winning smile that he can't see. "Well at least you notice my strong suits!"

"And speaking of suits!" Ursus gestures to basically all of Izaya. "Do you even have a face?"

"Yeah, alright Zeiss," Izaya smirks, "Where are your manners?"

"Wherever the hell your mouth is."

Izaya rolls his eyes.

"Can you even breathe? You don't even have a nose."

"That's rich- getting the lecture on where I choose to add definition from the guy with abs carved into his chest plate."

"Hey, shut up," Ursus laughs, "I didn't make the suit. A friend of mine did."

Izaya is smiling gleefully at Ursus. Maybe he wasn't as bad as Izaya had first thought. He definitely wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, however, he wasn't a complete asshole. The banter was actually pretty refreshing given all interaction Izaya has had recently has been yelling and uncomfortable questions.

"Anyway," Ursus sighs, running a hand through his hair, "What did you want to tell me? It must be pretty important if you chased me down."

Izaya steels his nerves, and tugs the smile from his face. "There's a gang called the 'White Cats'. Apparently there's about a hundred and fifty of 'em on their way to come kill you."

Ursus scowls.

"It's a suicide group, so they're not gonna stop unless-"

"I'm not gonna kill anyone."

Izaya growls, "I'm not expecting you to. I was just letting you know."

"And how do you know? How do you know about this?"

Izaya blinks a couple of times while trying to come up with an excuse. "I saw it on a forum, and for your information, while I was looking for you, I think I saw some of your attackers. There's a lot of them, way more than I thought there was gonna be when I first got wind of it."

"I have Helectric," he hisses, "I don't need you."

Oh yes, the curvy blond sidekick that never shows up on time. Izaya rolls his eyes at his declaration. She is the definition of overrated, if he's ever heard of one. She was just so replaceable. It was easy to find another blue eyed, blond haired girl willing to drive her wanna-be batmobile to carpool with Ursus. Now Izaya, he was different. He was poetic, and strategic. He was dapper with more elegance and charisma than an expensive wine. It irked him that Ursus was so quick to shove him away in favor of such an ugly little thing, however, he was only doing this to get back at Shiki. And if that took being belittled by this sorry excuse for a hero in exchange for such a monotonous creature then so be it.

"An extra set of hands can't hurt."

"No, but you can." Ursus affirms, "You can do a lot of damage and harm, because you're a fucking psychopath."

Izaya's powers swell, his anger evident in the static of the air around him. Darkness pools around him and begins to climb up his body in a black flame. A bright, radiant red rips from his eyes in glowing cracks across his face.

Ursus' ignorance was going to lead to his death.

"Fine," Izaya states, his voice coming out with the distant screaming of the voices in his head, solidified in the real world with the break in Izaya's constant domination. "I'll be watching."

Ursus is staring at him, surprise evident in his body and what was visible of his face. He tried to reach out and stop Izaya, even going so far as to call Itzal when his hands attempted to grip on the black fog as Izaya poofed himself away.

How dare he so bluntly point out what... Izaya didn't want to come to terms with. Izaya opens his eyes to his apartment, dark and alone. More than anything, he was confused as to why he had returned home, but then he realizes that all of his anxiety is caused by the presence of others and thus he subconsciously returns home. Where he is sure he will be alone and isolated.

God damnit, he is just like Shizuo! He was exactly the same as Shizuo in his interactions with Izaya. He's blunt about his distaste and he has a knack for pointing out exactly what Izaya doesn't like about himself. He doesn't even need to look at him for too long. For a minute Izaya thinks about those disgusting words that Shinra so carelessly drops in front of him.

Anxiety.

Depression.

Mental illnesses that Shinra has labelled Izaya with.

He wonders if Ursus would be able to pick up on them. He personally would never feel that those were things that a god such as himself would succumb to. But he was never a god. He was a monster. He was always a monster and he never wanted to admit it. However, monsters weren't susceptible to mental illnesses either. It was a human thing. The depression and anxiety were just Izaya's nature, his nature as a beast.

And of course Shizuo was the one to point out that Izaya was crazy before Shinra had broken it down into its separate categories. There were specific boxes within pathways that Shinra had deposited him into. And it drove him crazy, in the metaphorical sense, that all three of these people; Shinra, Shizuo, and Ursus, mentally picked him apart with no real knowledge of how he was feeling about his life. His relationships. His thoughts. His feelings. They didn't know any of it. And how could they when Izaya had tried so damn hard to push them all away?

He runs a hand through his hair and tugs a bit roughly. He can't take this. He's losing his already broken mind and all because of that hero. His only solace in this heap of shit is the knowledge that he is not the only one getting fucked over. He knows that he will not come out of this on top. Izaya has come to that understanding, and he has accepted his fate. But since he's going down, he's taking special precaution to take Shiki down with him. He remembers all of the abuse that Shiki put him through, preying on an innocent, ignorant young boy and establishing such an intense codependency for years. Izaya became so self conscious about his appearance and his humans' perception of him- things he never used to care about controlled his life and in turn, nearly broke him.

Almost.

He distanced himself from Shiki's grasp when Shinra almost caught him about to kill himself.

He sighs at the memory, and forces it away in place of his new task. Izaya summons his suit again and uses his powers to travel between the darkness painting his home and the shadowy underbrush of the trees in the park. The cool urban breeze that somehow manages to hit him through all of the trees around him is welcoming. It calms him a bit, and he chooses to focus on that rather than the ugly desperation for silence filling his senses.

The park is full. Izaya places the number at around one seventy five. And in the middle, like a prize, a crying little boy and his mother, most likely unconscious from the nasty bleeding welt on the top of her head. The flurry of bright white covering the crowd made Izaya feel sick to his stomach. Ther utter surplus of the blinding color made his head scream and his eyes hurt, but then he's guilty. He's guilty because this boy is going the be traumatized by this experience, and it's all his fault. And for a second, Izaya believes that maybe Ursus was right, and that murder isn't the way to deal with something like this, but then he sees someone with a bloody bat in their hand with the words "Kill me" shittily spray painted onto their white hoodie and suddenly Izaya is no longer sympathetic of the life he's taken.

It's easy for him to hide. His job is dependant on his ability to do so. So he sits. Izaya sits and waits.

...And waits...

...And waits...?

Hell, is Ursus ever gonna show up? Izaya was pretty concise with the severity of this situation.

Izaya starts tracing out his finger in the dirt beneath his feet. He draws out a terrible sketch of Shinra, and then erases it and does it again. Then he does Celty, with her helmet of course. Next Dotachin and that group of friends he has. Next is Mr. Ryuugamine, which inspired Mikado and Anri. Then he draws out Seji and Mika, which included Namie. And then he does Shizuo. He sits back a little to admire his handiwork before silently wiping his hand through his sketches, wiping away the cat faces and dot eyes.

That took about an hour and a half and apparently everyone is still waiting for Ursus. Izaya thinks for a minute about just springing into action, but no one really seems to be doing too much harm aside from tying up a single mom and her son, but aside from that, everyone is just kinda sitting there. And in addition to that, there's no way Izaya would be able to do this entirely by himself. He may be on the cusp of a psychological breakdown as of late, but he's not suicidal.

At least at the moment.

It's almost three a.m., and Izaya realizes that he's been hiding in the bushes, getting cut and poked by the spare twigs and leaves for almost three hours, and no one has said a word. The only noise is the dull roar of the distant city this park is in, and the crying of that little boy; Which is actually a bit impressive considering those crocodile tears are still spilling down his face.

It's three thirty.

What the fuck.

What's worse is that Izaya can't even take his phone out, or anything of that matter. He's just sitting there staring at all these people getting just as bored as he is. Maybe Ursus hasn't shown up cause he can't find them. They are all quiet as the dead, and this park is actually pretty big. But still, it's not as though the gigantic white blob in the middle of the artificially placed forest is something that's easy to miss.

Then there's a murmur among the crowd of people asking whether they should just leave or not, and Izaya entertains the same thought. Then there's a loud pop as every overhanging light in the clearing comes alive with a bright blue shock of electricity before popping into a sprinkling of broken glass over the audience, and Izaya realizes that it's finally time.

Ursus slams through the crowd with an intimidatingly large copper hammer, the face being a bolt covered plate roughly the size of Izaya's front door. Of course the cheek is branded with that stupid bear head. The handle is black and covered in what seems to be rubber? Izaya stares at Ursus' hands, tightly coiled around the rod, wondering why on Earth there would need to be rubber, then Helectric charges the face and Ursus slams it down to scatter a crowd, and Izaya ignores the shiver up his spine. It would seem that he's been left with a bit of PTSD in response to the lightning strike.

After the shock dissipates, there's a wave of bullets flying through the crowd, and Izaya snickers at the unfortunate souls who went down through friendly fire.

As Izaya continues to watch, he realizes that he was right. The ones that are getting knocked down, just keep getting back up, and it's obviously overwhelming the duo. Someone just smashed a two-by-four over Ursus' head. A deep, feral growl erupts from in his throat and Izaya gets another unpleasant shiver.

There's the sound of cloth tearing, and that growl turns into a roar, and suddenly the hammer is dropped with a clang. A bear in armor now stands where Ursus once was. A fucking bear.

A bear with a bleeding head wound.

It charges the audience, tearing through the crowd and sending people flying in a wave of white. Izaya's eyes scan for Helectric just to find her tied up with some sort of jumper cable. Whatever it was, it was inebriating her powers. His nose wrinkled in disgust as she tugged around weakly. There's a strangled growl and Izaya looks around and finds Ursus, tied down to the grass with about thirty five more of those cables. There's a gun cocked and pressed to the temple of the boy's mother, and Izaya decides that he should intervene.

He travels through shadows again and pin points the shadow cast across the pavement by the duo and appears in front of them just in time for the bullet to lodge itself in his leg. Surprisingly, the sting isn't very impressive, and while it still hurts, quite a bit actually, he'll manage. Izaya keeps up the indifferent bravado of an impenetrable hero. He uses his shadows to lock around the gunman's neck with Izaya's hand and lifts him of of the ground. Then he spears him like a fish. Blood pours down Izaya's pike and puddles in deep red rivulets at his feet. Then he coughs as his life twitches out of him, spraying blood across his face and chest. Izaya feels it push through his shadows and Izaya feels much more disgusted in his actions. However when he drops the shooter and turns to check on the child, he's no longer crying, but smiling up at Itzal.

Ursus is back to his human form, copper armor grinding rather uncomfortably into his chest. He's glaring at Izaya, not quite hatred, but maybe something akin to a dubious consent Izaya didn't know he was looking for. It still looks angry, no doubt. But the chagrin and light blush that seems to dust his brightly lit face is enough to push Izaya to hurry up and get this over with.

The group has directed their attention back to Izaya, closing in like a pack of wolves on prey. He clicks his tongue like a mother scolding her child and pools his power to his midsection. Then he shoots it out in an absolute barrage of black knife-like spears to the audience before him, keeping the boy and his mother tightly wrapped in a black protection barrier. Most of them hit the deck, either dead or close to it. Some of them fled with their bleeding wounds and Izaya thinks back to Rio, and her reluctance to die once she stared death in the face. Of the once mighty army of the White Cats or whatever, About fifty were knocked out by the hammer and the crazy ass bear. A good fifteen ran.

The rest were dead.

Izaya is coated in the blood of the dead, dripping and cooling against his skin as he welcomes the darkness back to his core. There's a hideously disgusting sense of completion and fullness that Izaya knows he should be more concerned about, but he really couldn't be bothered to care the the moment. He feels...

Content...

With the out come.

At least until a powerful fist crashes into his face and sends him tumbling into the concrete. That bullet in his leg has violently woken up and there is pain assaulting his nerves once again. Izaya's nose is definitely bleeding now, not broken though. He's also got a bit of road rash on the palms of his hands, but that could not be any more insignificant. Ursus is glowering at him. The look doesn't sit well with Izaya.

Then Ursus wraps one hand around his hip and grabs his shoulder, and Izaya practically melts in the worst possible way. He tugs him to his feet and brushes the dust off of Izaya's torso with a rough drag of those large, powerful hands before pulling back like he's been burned.

"Jeez, I've got gloves on and you're still like ice. Are you alright?" Ursus asks in that deeply candid voice of his.

It's actually funny that he thinks Izaya's cold. Cause he is feeling very very fucking hot.

"I'm uh..." He clears his throat, realizing this is no way for the feared 'Orihara of Shinjuku' to be behaving. "I'm fine. Leg hurts a little though."

Which is apparently the wrong thing to say.

Ursus immediately bends down, and places a firm yet gentle grasp on Izaya's leg to turn his thigh. Once he's got a sufficient view of Izaya's bloody inner leg, he removes possibly the smallest pair of tweezers Izaya has ever seen in his life from his belt, and pulls his head up to stare at Izaya, who is sporting a rather undignified blush underneath his suit.

"This is gonna hurt a little."

He brushes a finger down the length of Izaya's lateral thigh in a nearly sensual way. Ursus presses the wound open a bit, and Izaya hisses at the burn. It didn't really hurt at first, but now that Izaya has noted that majority of the blood puddle below him and Ursus was his, the pain was near incomparable. To put it into words, it was the dull pain of a bruise mixed with a harsh pain of a cut. Just much worse. Much, much worse. It was like getting hit by a car and then getting cut with the broken windshield. Except that car is a semi and Izaya just got shoved through eight panes of glass, breaking every one and landing in the pile of shards.

But then there's a comforting warmth. It's a certain reassurance that better holds him and reminds him that a close range pistol is better than a close range shotgun.

His shadows took most of the momentum from the bullet, which is why it stopped just shy of shattering the bone. It still hurt, however, but it could be a lot worse. He feels the tweezers go in, however he also feels the reassuring squeeze from Ursus just a bit too close to his junk then he would like. Then they come out and there is an uncomfortable gust of wind followed by a gush of blood, then the pressure of Ursus' glove pushing into the open wound. He gingerly places a bandage, also from his belt, on the wound and coils his hands around Izaya's leg, getting dangerously close to grazing past-

And he's standing up!

Standing just tall enough for Izaya to have to look up at him. The solid four inch height difference isn't helping Izaya's current situation. His brain traces back to those thoughts from earlier that night: strong jaw, lean muscles, and Izaya would bet money that he's got kind eyes given how delicate he had just been wrapping up Izaya's leg. Damn those horrid copper goggles.

Ursus takes Izaya's hand and he has to stop from tearing it back. Then he drops a cold object in his palm and drags his bloody white glove to the back of his neck. It's the bullet, and Izaya decides that he's gonna put it on a necklace or some other sort of keepsake.

It's the first time he's ever been shot. Gotta remember it somehow.

"I can't believe you just killed all those people."

And at those words Izaya is snapped out of his drift, "That, or you can't believe that I was right! I told you they wouldn't stop till you were dead."

"Or they were." Ursus growled. "Look, if you're gonna try to be a superhero, you need to adapt ways of defending the innocent without leaving a blood bath behind."

He gestures to the park, painted in red like a slaughter house complete with the dead corpses. There's the same gradient black covering the entry and exit wounds of each of their bodies.

"What even is that? Ash?"

"I'm not even sure," Izaya laughs. "It's not lethal- I know that much."

He was unbelievably easy to talk to and it was actually a bit alarming to Izaya. Here was this man, one in fact that Izaya had hated about a month and a half ago, laughing with him like they were old friends. And hey, maybe they would be now. Izaya lost his malicious intent and Ursus seemed somewhat accepting of Izaya's methods, if not attempting to change them. Izaya was fine with that, he guessed. It wouldn't be interesting if this guy agreed with everything he did.

Ursus nods in the direction of the black orb, still holding onto the boy and his mother, left entirely in the silent embrace of the dark.

"You should probably let 'em go."

Izaya waves his hands and the shadow dissipates with a faint hiss. His mother is awake, and she looks terrified, but then slightly relieved at the sight of Izaya and Ursus. Then she sees the blood and the broken trees from the bear and the shattered concrete from the hammer that is now inexplicably nowhere to be seen. And neither is Helectric... now that Izaya thinks about it. But now that mom is trying to do what any mom would do; protect her son.

Izaya flicks a pike from their shadow to cut through the rope tying their backs together, and she immediately pulls her child into a crushing hug, crying into his hair. Izaya is consumed with an irrational longful jealousy at the blatant display of her love. He wonders what it would have been like to have his mom hold him, or smile at him, or show some inkling that he wasn't the worst mistake she had ever made. Or that his death would mean nothing to her. Or that his sisters weren't eons more meaningful in her eyes

"You alright?"

Right.

He can't dwell on his poor relationship with his family, right now he needs to focus on the task at hand. Ursus is waiting for his next move, the concern evident in the small bit of his face that Izaya can see. He nods, it's a lie and he knows that Ursus can see that, but he doesn't press further while Izaya extends his hand to the mother, still holding onto her son like her life depends on it. She stands, obviously having some trouble, and Ursus delicately wraps an arm around her waist to steady her while Izaya gestures to the boy to come into his arms. She lets him leave, a bit too trusting for Izaya's taste, however these two were supposed to be the heroes. Izaya wraps his arms underneath the boy and holds him close to his chest.

"We should take them to a hospital," Izaya whispers, smiling to himself at the child who immediately passed out in his arms. Poor kid's been under a bit too much stress for someone his age.

Ursus nods, and picks up the woman bridal style while Izaya's feet catch underneath him as he prepares to take flight.

"Hey wait," Ursus cries, a little desperate, "I can't fly."

Izaya wants to laugh. He sounds so scared that Izaya drops to the concrete again and walks by his side. He nudges Ursus with his shoulder to start walking, which he does, and Izaya can practically feel the fevered blush spreading across the other's face. The woman succumbs to sleep as well, obviously overworked and stressed out. He can only hope that this woman will do the sensical thing upon being released from the hospital, and that is move away, but for now, she sleeps. From the appearance of the head wound she's made it through the danger stage. They walk among the back roads, avoiding anyone and everyone, in a comfortable silence that Izaya could feel himself getting used to.

The arrive at the hospital, the nurse looking between a mixture of horrified and starstruck when the they come in. Then she remembers her job, and calls a few other nurses to take the mother and child out of their custody. They leave before any questions can be asked, deciding that Itzal's bounty is gonna be enough questions for them to answer in the morning.

Make that later today.

Izaya flies up to the edge of a building, it's one of the tallest in the area and stares out east. Ursus clears the fire escape in record time and plops down beside Izaya.

"Sorry about punching you in the face earlier," he says, looking a little embarrassed.

Izaya grins like a cat, "Oh you... bear-ly hit me."

He freezes so violently that Izaya almost laughs himself off the edge of building.

"Are... Are you kidding me? Was that a bear pun? Did you just drop a fucking bear pun on me? And I thought we were just starting to be friends."

Izaya smiles back at him. "So we're friends now?"

"Yeah," Ursus watches the sun rise above Ikebukoro's skyline. "I mean, if you wanna be."

There's an orange tint in the air. The crispness of it tells of the coming winter. It all seems so hopeful and delicate in Izaya's mind, at least for a while. He's got Shinra back now, and eventually he'll befriend Shizuo, now that they have an equal ground. They both want peace. Izaya wants peace and quiet. And in this moment he has them both.

"You zone out a lot, Itzal," Ursus nudges him.

"Is it that a-bear-ent?" Izaya grins.

Ursus shoves him off the edge with a laugh.

(A/N) I was wondering if any of you would be interested if I adding smut to this fic. I was thinking of doing it anyway, and I have some sections picked out. By the way, wolfpoots and I made a meme powerpoint presentation. It's a collection of slides that relate to the story with reaction images so if any of you want to see that, drop me a line and I'll be sure to send it over. There are spoilers however, but they are hidden underneath a slide clearly marked "Spoilers." Anyway, thank you one last time from the bottom of my heart, really. I looks forward to seeing you all in "Everything Stays" and even after that in the third and final arc, "Love Like You"

This is nightmareStag, signing off for the last time with wolfpoots.

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