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A HUGE thanks to Midnight for pointing out the mistake, i cant believe i was writing Shizuo's name wrong all the time ._. also.. i am sorry for if there are other mistakes in this fic i would really appreciate if you guys just tell me so that i may correct them :D the fic doesnt really get read by anyone else you see, so there may be some typos and other grammatical mistakes ._. anyways, Reviews suggestions and pointing out of mistakes like this, all are welcome XD

PS: Midnight, you could have just told me before, i had wrote it wrong even in the summary _ I hope i have typed it right this time T~T

Chapter 5:

As he trudged through the streets of Ikebukuro, he felt completely lost. His eyes had dark circles around them due to lack of sleep, and his hair were a mess. He couldn't sleep last night because his mind was filled with the thoughts of the monster of Ikebukuro. Why Shizuo is leaving Ikebukuro all of a sudden? No one seems to know about his departure either. Why is the protozoan leaving so quietly?

No matter how many holes Shizuo has dug on the surface of Ikebukuro by pulling the countless vending machines out, he still loved this city. No matter how many trash cans he threw and let the garbage fly, no matter how many sign posts he yanked out and bent, no matter how much damage he did to the buildings of Ikebukuro, no matter how many times he frightened the citizens of this city, Izaya knew that deep down Shizuo really does love this city.

"Then why Shizu chan is leaving this city so quietly? He is such a brute, always yelling and shouting. And now when it's time to really shout and tell the people of his beloved city that he is leaving, he is nowhere to be seen. Tch… he isn't supposed to leave this city at all! Isn't he afraid as to what I might do to his precious Ikebukuro once he would leave? Doesn't he care at all? Is that girlfriend of him so much precious to him? Much more precious than this city? Whenever he sees me, he always throws something and yells "Didn't I tell you never to come in this city again?" He fucking cared for the city, then why in the hell he is leaving this for the sake of that damn girlfriend all of a sudden!"

Izaya thought, exasperated and confused. His heart was still denying this fact even though he himself saw the paper proof. Shizuo was definitely leaving, as to why? None had any idea.

Besides this, Izaya has found a technical ambiguity in this case as well. Izaya knew the source of income the blonde has, he had been fired by a lot of work places and he was currently working as a body guard, well still not doing his duties well enough due to a certain flea pestering his life. Then where did he manage to get the money for a trip abroad? How did he manage all the paper work so silently and so swiftly? His girlfriend came on stage just two weeks ago, what's so special about her that Shizuo is willing to leave the country with the person whom he met just two weeks ago?

He sighed, the thing he had been doing ever since, as his mind was unable to answer to any of the questions which were springing up in his mind. It is so annoying not to be able to know when you call yourself an information broker, all his efforts of restoring his pride back were now seemed to be ending up in smoke this night with Shizuo's departure. He wouldn't be able to get any information about Shizuo's girlfriend, he wouldn't be able to pull her apart from his Shizuo, and he wouldn't be able to mark the blonde's life once again like he did before. He wouldn't be able to see the brute too. And so, he was here, to see the brute and to talk to him just once before his departure.

Izaya lifted his gaze from the stony pavement and looked up at the warped up apartment building, the building where Shizuo's apartment is. He pouted as something inside his chest churned and a sudden urge to fly into Shizuo's apartment overtook him. That was something impossible though, he had never faced Shizuo with such mixed feelings in his heart and he didn't really know how to do face him like this. So the idea of just flying and knocking on Shizuo's apartment was a stupid one, something he wouldn't allow at all. So he walked up, slowly, trying to calm his beating heart and untangle his messed up mind which was refusing to work properly.

As he reached in front of the Shizuo's door, he paused, and stared at the door. His mind was still as blank and as lost as it was the time he left his apartment, he had no idea how he is going to talk to the blonde, and thus he hesitated. He stretched his hand slowly and brought it up over the door, breathing a long sigh and gently knocking at the door.

His feet quickly turned, a sudden adrenaline overcame his body and he found himself dashing away from the Shizuo's apartment. Just as he turned around the corner, his feet stopped. And he cursed, crouching and peeking from the corner of the wall into the balcony of Shizuo's apartment, waiting for the blonde to step out and look for the person who has just disturbed his peace and ran away. He was an information broker, not a stalker, just when did he develop the instincts of a stalker huh? He thought bitterly.

The door opened and his heart skipped a beat as the sight of blonde came into view. There was nothing so different about him; he was still the same, in his bartender clothes and shaggy hair as he looked around to see who has knocked on his door.

"He should feel my presence" Izaya thought, since this has always been the case for the past ten years.

Shizuo's gaze landed on the corner behind which Izaya stood, and before Shizuo could see him, he turned away, hiding himself more into the shadow of the wall. His heart was beating fast, and he could feel a bit of sweat over his forehead too. For the very first time in his life, the mere sight of blonde has made him out of breath and so sad at the same time. He felt like a trapped insect, waiting for his Shizuo to sense his presence like he always did and come to him. It was like a test he was putting his own self into, the test of his trust on Shizuo. Footsteps pounded on the floor, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

They were coming closer to where Izaya stood.

"H-he… sensed me" thought Izaya. His mind ordered the body to move on, to run, because that's how the chase always starts eh. But his heart refused, and so did his body. They probably wanted to see this till the end, and when a sound emerged from Shizuo's house, the heart and the body both collapsed.

"Shizuooo! Who is there?"

It was a feminine voice, the voice that made the pounding footsteps pause and turn.

"Damn... dammnn!"

"A-ahh none. Probably some stray cat."

"Then hurry up and pack your stuff. Me and Yuuhei have to leave now."

"Unn… coming"

And with this, the footsteps walked back and slowly faded as he shut the door.

Izaya slid along the wall, feeling too weak to even stand properly.

"What is she doing at his apartment? Their relationship has already reached that point?" Izaya thought, his heart feeling shattered and his body encasing in grief's folds. He has lost Shizuo completely, there is no way he is coming back to him. Even if he feels like coming, he would always get pulled from the feminine voice, like just now. He has lost it, and he just couldn't believe this at all.

….

Karin walked out of the apartment as she was done instructing Shizuo how to behave on the airport. She didn't want their flight to get postponed or something just because Shizuo has broken the airplane's wing or pulled some seats out etc. It was dangerous to take Shizuo on the airport and make him travel in an airplane, a risk, for if Shizuo got mad, he would just turn the whole plane upside down even hundreds of kilometers up in the air.

Karin sighed and hoped their journey stays safe. Just as she turned the corner to the balcony of Shizuo's apartment, she stopped short and stared at the black figure resting against the wall in the midway and emanating a depressed yet dangerous aura, his face covered in a furry hood.

A slow murmur emerged from the black figure,

"Excuse me…?" said Karin, staring curiously at the figure and lowering herself to listen what the figure murmured.

"I am God" the murmur became a bit audible, and she cocked her quizzically.

"I am God" the figure said again, repeating the sentence in the same slow murmur. She straightened up, and stared at the figure in confusion,

He is God? Is he mad?

She thought and stretched her hand to tug the corner of the fur lining of the hood.

"I am God" the voice came again…