no one even reads this story tbh

jesus christ I am sorry about not updating, but I've had a shit load of tests lately, and finals are coming up and bleg

it doesn't matter at least i managed to find some time to write this

this chapter is really short and I am sorry for that, I promise the next chapter will be quite a bit longer

I honestly had a hard time figuring out what I was going to do for this chapter (I honestly have like the ending written and everything else planned out but it took me a long time to decide on what route I wanted to take)

Ah, you don't care, you just came to read this terrible mess, not these author notes

Disclaimer: no seriously I own this shit now, you hear that Ryogho?

Warning: lol this is total garbage

'Will this even work…?' A wave of doubt flooded my mind, and I was trying my very hardest to keep from drowning in it. "It has to work…" I murmured quietly under my breath, clutching the bundle in my hands tighter. But even the soft cloth against my skin wasn't enough to distract me from my paranoia. 'He's out doing "business"…' I reminded myself once again, after I had caught myself looking over my shoulder for the thousandth time. 'He doesn't know where you are…' I continued to soothe myself with words that I wasn't even certain were true. 'He has no way to know where you are or what you're up to.'

The city still thrived on even in my presence, and while that should have comforted me, for some reason it only made me feel even more anxious. I glanced around at the sea of unfamiliar faces once again, sighing in relief when I realized not a single one was the slightest bit interested in me or what I carried in my hands.

I continued on like this for a few minutes, until finally the police station came into view. I unknowingly sighed in what I'd have liked to call relief, and braced myself. Every single step I took inside the overly air-conditioned building was shakier than the last, but I still willed myself to keep going, until I'd finally reached the front desk. 'I should be giving this to Celty…' I hesitated for a second, wondering if I could just run out now and forget about everything I'd just come to do. I shook my head after a moment and opened my mouth to speak. "U-Uhm…" The tiny squeak that left my lips still managed to somehow get the secretary's attention, and for that I was grateful. Honestly, I wasn't sure I'd be able to continue with my plan if I was given another second to doubt everything.

'But this is the easiest, and really the only way that I can ensure my safety…' I reassured myself once again. After a moment I gently set the bundle down on the desktop and pulled the blanket away to reveal what was underneath. The woman's sweet, concerned face immediately contorted into one of pure horror as her mind finally grasped that she was indeed seeing a "human," head laying before her.

"I-I...found this...in a man's apartment…" I shifted anxiously, looking behind me to sell the idea of being extremely paranoid. (Not to say that I wasn't already.) "I...took it wh-when he wasn't looking...and I...r-ran…" My voice trembled in half-faked fear as I carried on with my story. "I...I don't know who it is...b-but I'm sure it's...real…"

The woman looked between the head and me, unsure where to start. She swallowed hard and after a moment, forced herself to speak. "And...where did you find this…?" She looked behind me, paranoia seeming to seep into her being as well.

"Well...I...I...his name...the man's…" I unnecessarily clarified, trying my hardest to sell the lie. "H-He's...Ori-Orihara…" I paused momentarily, and glanced behind me again, real fear feeling my being. Even though I'm sure he was nowhere near me at the moment, I still felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickling, and I couldn't help but feel as if he were towering behind me, just waiting to strike. "Orihara...I-Izaya…" I finally managed to choke out, his name alone making me cringe in a very real mixture of fear and disgust.

"I...see…" She froze for a moment, clearly unsure on what it was she needed to do. She grabbed the phone, and hesitated for a split second before dialing a number that was completely meaningless to me. As I stared at her, watching her frantically talk to whoever was on the other line, I felt a tsunami of relief wash over me as I finally realized that now I'd be safe from this monster. Even if he somehow managed to evade capture, surely the police would be keeping a good eye on me, which would definitely keep him away.

'Now all that's left…' A certain blond's face popped into my mind, a sad smile coming onto my face as I once again looked over every memorized feature. 'I'll find a way to get him back…' I assured myself.

"Excuse me, Miss?" The woman's soft voice brought me back down to earth, immediately snapping me out of my trance. I blinked in confusion and offered her a confused look. "Do you mind if we hold you here for a while?" It wasn't really a question, it was more of a demand-of course, I already knew I wouldn't have been able to just leave after dumping Celty's head off at the police station. I simply nodded my head in response, and returned my almost lifeless gaze to the wall behind her.

"He...won't be able...to...get me here, right?" I asked unconsciously, not even knowing the words had left my lips until they floated into my own ears.

"Of course not, you'll be perfectly safe here." She offered a warm reassuring smile as she stood up. "Now if you could please follow me…" She began walking, and my feet carried me along to wherever it was that they were going to put me. My eyes briefly scanned everything that passed, nothing significant catching my eyes. Even as we walked into the area where a few unlucky citizens were being held, nothing seemed to stick out.

'Don't know you...or you…' These were my thoughts as I quickly looked over every single face I saw. All there seemed to be was a sea of black hair, followed by questioning and probing eyes as I passed by. 'Black...black...black…' The word repeated in my head every time I was greeted with a "new," head. And while I did find this repetition to be somewhat irritating, it soothed me to know that I was about to be done with this nonsense. 'Black...Bla-' I immediately froze, my entire body seeming to freeze up in shock as a wave of yellow broke through the black ocean.

"Sh-Shizuo…" His name had rolled off of my tongue before I could even attempt to stop it, and I cursed my ability to speak when he looked up at my small form. His face remained blank however as we eyed each other, the only indication that something was wrong being the pain that swam through his chocolate orbs. The nameless woman whom I'd forgotten the existence of noticed my sudden distraction and lightly tugged on my sleeve, urging me to continue on.

After a moment, I complied, my feet once again moving, but I never took my eyes off of the man who I loved so dearly. And right before the door to the interrogation room closed behind me, I mouthed the words "I'm sorry," not even sure if he'd been able to see it.

All I want for Christmas is David Bowie's rotting corpse hanging over my bed while I sleep tbh