Chapter 10 has arrived! I've never been out of the united states before so I'm not entirely sure how the whole passport thing works so if I'm wrong about something, please exuse me.-.- Thank you.

Enjoy!

Shizuo hid his face in his arms. He had to tell her. This was the most embarrassing day of his life.

"I know he wanted me. He told me in his own words, that he wanted me. I couldn't believe my ears but I took that as the green light. And then, I…I…"

Celty was on the edge of her seat.

"I…I…slept with him."

I knew it!

"So you think that because you slept with him that he ran away?"

"I don't know. Maybe I wasn't good enough, maybe it hurt him, I don't know!"

So he was seme, thought Celty, unsure of what to make of it. She peered closely at Shizuo, who was shaking. Although she was dying of curiosity, it was probably best that she didn't ask further than that, he was a mess.

"Hm, well I can help you look for him, although I'm not sure how much help I'll be," she typed, poking Shizuo so he could look up and see her phone.

She noticed his eyes were red. "Need a tissue?"

Shizuo shot up once again. He was not crying! That would be humiliating! It was bad enough he had to explain that he slept with his former arch-nemesis.

"I don't need one!" he retorted, looking away indignantly. Celty sighed, poor Shizuo.

She got up and motioned for Shizuo to follow her to the computer room. She sat down and pressed the power button.

The screen brightened and her desktop appeared. She clicked the internet icon and it loaded in a split second.

"Alright, lets start searching, shall we?"

Shizuo sat down beside her and stared at the monitor. He watched Celty research airports and train stations, looking for familiar ticket holders.

"What kind of ticket would he get and where the hell would he go?" Shizuo asked impatiently as if he had to find Izaya before a certain time.

"Be patient! There are a lot of flights and trains and it's hard to find a single ticket holder amongst thousands."

So, Shizuo sat there and watched Celty scroll through every list and every time and every destination.

"Do you think…do you think he left Japan?"

He shifted his weight and looked down. Maybe it was a lost cause. Maybe he should go back to his normal life and forget Izaya. Just forget he even existed.

"Hey Shizuo, look at this!" typed Celty hurriedly. She shoved her phone in his face and he was jolted out of his depressing thoughts.

Shizuo looked at the screen. Under flights to San Diego, California, under the column for ticket holders, a familiar name appeared. Orihara Izaya.

"No way, he went to the United States?" gasped Shizuo. "How am I supposed to find him now?"

"It's called buy a ticket and get a passport, you moron," typed Celty sarcastically.

"Right! I'll do that now," said Shizuo, grabbing the keyboard. After ordering a ticket, he then quickly ordered a passport, which he had to go and get his picture taken for. He got up, ready to leave.

"Thank you very much Celty, you've been a huge help."

"My pleasure," typed Celty. "Really."

She waited silently as he left her flat to go get his passport made and then it happened.

She found herself rolling around on her couch doing something that can be defined as fangirling.

Oh my god. I hope they find eachother. This is too wonderful! I can't believe it! Out of everyone, those two…oh my god. Oh my god. Why am I so happy?

By then, Shizuo had run down the block and gone back to Izaya's flat to retrieve the money left so he could pay for his passport.

A few hours later he was headed off to the airport with high hopes. He would search California inside-out in order to see Izaya one last time and tell him the truth. He had to. There was no way out of it. He was going to find that flea once and for all!