A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long. I have no excuse. I procrastinated but I at least got it to you guys. It's more than other authors can say. Well without further ado, here is the 5th and final chapter of Dangerous Games. Enjoy~

Chapter 5: Final Battle

After breaking down in front of Tom like that, Shizuo decided to go home and really rest. There were too many emotions welling up in him like a typhoon but the one emotion that stood out the most was pure bliss.

But was it really alright for him to feel that way? For him to really believe that he was human? After what others said about him? Shizuo just didn't know anymore.

While Shizuo was walking pass an alley when he heard a couple of sniffles like somebody was crying or trying to hold it in. Shizuo took a step back to see who it was coming from. He could see a small figure but it was too dark to see what it actually was.

The blonde walked in the alley and saw it was a little boy with short brown hair. He had his knees to his chest as he hugged them and his head resting on them. The little boy was the one who was making those noises Shizuo heard earlier.

"Hey!" Shizuo said loud enough for the little boy to hear him. Unfortunately his voice startled the boy and he fell back on his butt. The boy looked frightened as he looked up at the ex-bartender.

Shizuo noticed the boy looked about 6 or 7.

"You shouldn't be playing in a place like this," Shizuo continued, "You should go-" Something red had caught Shizuo's eye. The little boy had scrapped his knee and it was bleeding. Maybe that's the reason he was crying. The bodyguard sighed.

"Let's go." The boy looked confused and still frightened. Shizuo pointed at the boy's knee, "You want it to get infected?" The boy looked down at his knee and shakes his head. "Then let's go."

Shizuo turned around and started walking back the way he came. The boy hesitated but hurried up and followed behind the blonde. The boy held on to the bottom of his shirt with a tight grip as he glanced every so often at Shizuo and back at the ground.

When they went into a CVS, Shizuo studied the medicine contents and every so often looking at the boy's knee. They left the store once Shizuo bought whatever they came in there to buy.

"Sit there," Shizuo told the boy. The boy sat on the bench at the park that was close to the CVS. Shizuo took out a brown bottle and a cotton ball from the bag. He screwed off the top of the bottle, place the cotton ball at the entrance and turn the bottle over so the liquid would get on the cotton ball.

Shizuo squat down so the boy and he were at the same height. He put the bottle on the ground beside him and placed the cotton ball on the boy's knee. The boy flinched and moved his knee away.

The blonde looked at the boy through his sunglasses with a hard stare and the boy stared back, not so afraid to do so. Maybe there was something in the glimpse of the blonde's eye that the boy saw through his sunglasses but either way the boy put his knee back in front of Shizuo for him to continue.

Shizuo finished quickly and put a racecar Band-Aid on the boy's knee. Shizuo picked up everything, put it back in the bag and stood up.

"There. I'm finished. Now go home. Your parents are probably worried." The blonde was about to leave when the boy stopped him by grabbing onto his pants leg. "What?" Shizuo asked a little irritated. The boy looked away nervous. At that moment Shizuo realized that the boy scrapping his knee wasn't the only reason he was crying. "Are you lost?" The boy hesitated for a moment and nodded his head. Shizuo sighed.

"Come on." Shizuo was about to take the boy to the police station when they heard a lady shout, "HIRO!" They turned around to see a lady with long brown hair who looked like she was in her mid-thirties running toward them. "HIRO!" The boy ran to her and shouted, "MOM!"

The lady crouched down to hug her son. "Thank goodness you're okay."

The ex-bartender turned around to leave now that his job was done when he heard, "Thank you, mister!" Shizuo waved his hand as he continued to walk away.

"Thank you, mister," Shizuo heard in a mocking voice. He couldn't help but stop. He knew exactly whose voice it belonged to. His hairs on his neck stood, his blood boiled and he wondered why he could smell the stench of the man way before he got as closed as he did.

Shizuo turned around and smirked mischievously as he said, "I~za~ya~kun," in an almost sing-song way. "Didn't I tell you to stay out of Ikebukuro?"

Izaya had that devious smirk on his face. The same smirk he had when he looked down at Shizuo the first day they met. The smug little shit.

"Why should I?" Izaya questioned. His voice sounded sincere but his expression said something different: 'I never listened to you in the past and I won't start now.'

"I'm going to own Ikebukuro soon anyway," Izaya explained while looking over at the little boy and his mother who were still in their position Shizuo left them in. It was the way the troll stopped smirking just for a second and then had a new smirk on like he thought of something devious, all while still looking at the boy and his mother, that ticked the blonde off.

What was the informant planning? Why did he smirk when he looked at the boy and his mother?

Shizuo wasn't going to wait around for something to happen.

While the raven haired man was still smiling, more like looking down on, the boy and his mother, the blonde had walked over a little to the nearest lamp post. He gripped it with amazing strength as he tried to pull it out of the ground.

Izaya looked back at Shizuo, unfazed by his attempt to pull the lamp post out the ground, and said, "I like to walk around one last time *creak* because next time I will be king over this place *different colored wires started to show* and I'll be looking down on you guys."

Shizuo finally pulled the lamp post out of the ground with a large growl that anyone could mistake for an animal's battle cry.

Izaya was smiling uncontrollably wide now. He took out his blade, ready for Shizuo's attack.

Shizuo took a step forward and swung the lamp post back as if it was a baseball bat. Shizuo happened to look over at the boy and his mother and saw the fear in their eye as they looked at him. His heart took a sharp imaginary stab of hurt.

He looked over the crowd he didn't noticed had formed from all the rage he felt. They also looked scared like Shizuo would hurt him. They didn't know how much their looks had actually hurt him.

Guilt slammed down on him like a wave hits the beach. He knew he needed to control his anger.

"What's the matter, Shizu-chan?" Izaya asked out of fake concern. He could just hear it in the red eyed man's voice. Shizuo wanted so badly to punch the flea in the face for calling him that stupid ass nickname but instead Shizuo breathed.

He let the lamp post fall out of his hand and onto the concrete which broke the glass surrounding the bulb but Shizuo didn't focus on that.

He and Izaya were staring at each other. Izaya smile was gone now and replaced with a face that showed he was confused by Shizuo's actions so he would keep his guard up. He held onto his blade with a death grip as if anything could happen at any moment.

"We'll fight at some other time, flea," the ex-bartender said as he was about to leave.

"What?" Izaya asked. Saying he was shocked would be an understatement at this point. Izaya forced himself to smirk and sound more confident.

"You've gone soft on me?" Shizuo still didn't stop walking away. This infuriated Izaya to the point of no return. "You're not human, you know! Never will be so stop this charades! Stop pretending to be something you're not!"

Shizuo stopped now much to Izaya's joy. He knew he had the blonde's attention now. He knew exactly what to say to make Shizuo back into the monster he hated.

"You're a monster." Shizuo clenched his fist and thought back to what Tom told him earlier that day. He breathed again and let his hand go back natural and relaxed.

"You have my number I'm sure. Text me a place and time. We're finishing this once and for all." With that Shizuo left a furious Izaya behind.

This was one of the things Izaya hated about Shizuo. One minute he was a wild beast and next he was capable of human emotions and actions.

Shizuo slammed his door once he entered his apartment thinking it would shut close only for it to open back up slowly with a creek.

Shizuo had troubles with his door for the past week but he didn't have the money to fix it so he just sucked it up. But that day he just couldn't.

The blonde slammed the door at least 5 times before he gave a loud growl and said, "Fuck it!" He left the door open.

Shizuo went over to his table in the kitchen, pull the chair out far and plopped into the chair. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

He needed to calm down and to do that he needed a moment of silence.

He took in the silence of the empty apartment and his clear mind. The only sound that could be heard was the tick-tock of the wall clock in the living room.

Shizuo's body lay limp in the chair as he calmed down.

"You're not human…" It felt like a stab in the head and Shizuo couldn't help squeezing his eyebrows together at the comeback of his headache.

Why? Why did the flea's voice come to his head?

"Stop pretending to be something you're not!" Shizuo banged his hand down on the table. He was now sitting upright in his chair and was not as calm as was before.

What did he know?! The flea wasn't so much of a human either! But why couldn't he get that mischievous smirk of his out his mind?

"You're a monster." "THAT'S IT! FUCK IT! I HAD ENOUGH!"

He didn't know what he had enough of whether it was Izaya's voice in his head or that the blonde even thought about the raven haired man at all but he was done with it all.

Shizuo flipped the table while simultaneously standing up. Once the table top hit the floor, Shizuo turned around and kicked the chair. It hit the wall by the open door and broke into pieces.

That's when the blonde realized that Celty was standing at the door. Her body language showed that she was shocked; maybe even scared.

"Celty?" Celty was holding a big brown paper bag. She quickly went inside to place the bag down on the kitchen counter before slipping her phone from her sleeve to her hand.

*type type type* What's going on?! Why did you do that to your chair and table?

Shizuo was breathing heavily and he tried to control it or at least make it seem like he was alright. He wiped some sweat that accumulated on his forehead with his sleeve.

The blonde refused to meet the headless rider's (not that she had eyes to meet). He could tell that she was waiting for a response.

*type type type* Was it Izaya again?

It would seem that this had become a regular routine with Shizuo; about 99% of his problems involve Izaya in some way, shape or form.

Shizuo didn't say anything so Celty took that as a yes.

Celty went past Shizuo and put the table right side up. She walked past Shizuo again and squatted near the door to pick up the remains of the chair.

"You don't have to do that," the bodyguard said worriedly. He didn't want a guest to come in just to clean up his mess. Especially not Celty because that's what it seems she was always doing for him; just cleaning up his messed up life.

Celty accidently cut her finger on one of the sharper wood and had flinched enough for Shizuo to notice. Shizuo immediately went to Celty's side and took her hand to examine it.

"That why I told you didn't have to do that!" Shizuo saw Celty's wound close on its own in a few seconds flat. Sometimes he forgot what Celty was and treated her like any other human. "Why didn't you just let me do it?"

Celty slipped her hand out his grip and started typing on her phone.

*type type type* Why don't you ask for my help?

Shizuo was so taken back by her counter question that he couldn't do or say anything. All he could do was watch Celty pick up the pieces like she was doing with his life.

Shizuo found out that there were some groceries in the brown paper bag Celty had earlier. She claimed that she didn't want to make him sick by cooking for him but she knew that Shizuo didn't really buy stuff he needs so she did the shopping for him.

Shizuo insisted on paying her back but Celty didn't want him to.

That's what friends are for.

The bodyguard made her at least stay for lunch that he cooked for her with the groceries she bought even though she couldn't eat it. But Celty still appreciated it.

After Celty left, Shizuo decided to get some rest. As he lay in bed and looked up the ceiling, all he could think about was the day he had been through.

"Friends…huh?" Shizuo said to no one in particular. He could help but smile and turn over, pulling the cover with him.

The blonde actually tried to get some sleep that night.

The same park noon tomorrow. Try not to chicken out, Shizu-chan.

Shizuo could just see that smug look on the flea's look when he typed that.

This would be the moment when he would finally knock Izaya off his high horse. He would get rid of Izaya once and for all and finally have that peaceful life he always wished for.

Somehow everyone who's anyone knew about the fight. Random people would come up to Shizuo saying they would be rooting for him and the bodyguard would be lying if he said that didn't make him just the tiniest bit happy.

Others had looks like they would be furthest from the fight as possible tomorrow.

The ones the freaked the blonde out the most was the fujoshis who told him they knew he would win and be the seme because Izaya was obviously the uke. Shizuo didn't know what any of that meant and he was certain he didn't want to know.

Celty and Tom told him they rather they didn't fight but since he insisted on it, they would back him up if he needed them to.

Then the day came. Too many people were there. Too many. The all formed a large circle around Shizuo as they waited for his rival.

Shizuo knew the flea was close because he could smell him a mile away. Another indicator was when the crowd started making noises.

Just as the blonde predicted the raven haired man emerged from the crowd with a bouquet of roses leaning on his shoulder and his forever permanent cocky look on his face.

"I brought these for you, Shizu-chan," Izaya said while holding out the roses to Shizuo. "Well it's more like Erika bought these and insisted that I give them to you. I had no idea that we were going out, Shizu-chan. Did you?"

Shizuo looked not amused. He didn't move an inch as he glared at the flea.

Izaya pulled the roses back as he said, "Guess not." He moved the roses at an angle where he could look at them. "You know, I don't think the roses fit you though." Then he looked back at Shizuo.

"Or more like you don't fit the beauty of the roses," he added as an afterthought. "I'll still put them on your grave, if you like, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo was done talking even though he didn't say a word.

Shizuo swung fist at Izaya and as if he predicted Shizuo would do that, Izaya leaned back to dodge.

Izaya let the roses drop and threw a knife at Shizuo. It grazed Shizuo right arm both tearing his shirt sleeve and leaving a small red line on his arm.

While Shizuo was still shock, two more cuts were formed on his left leg and left arm.

Izaya laughed and ran like he knew Shizuo would come after him which he did and the crowd gladly let through so they wouldn't get caught in the crossfire.

Shizuo had grabbed a yield sign somewhere along the way of their chase and was swinging it at Izaya every chance he had. In return, Izaya also threw knifes at Shizuo every chance he had.

It stayed at a stalemate for hours and it ended up with both them sweating and panting while staring at each other; waiting for the other to make the next move.

Shizuo was cut in many place but nothing to serious and Izaya was hit a couple of time but he could keep going if he put his mind to it.

"You really are a monster," Izaya said breaking the ice, "I cut you so many times but you're still able to stand." Izaya gave out a tired laughter.

Shizuo looked down at his tired legs. There were several cuts on them. He noticed some mud at the hem of his pants leg and some on his shoes and wondered when they stepped in mud.

He looked back up, beyond Izaya and saw people. They were practically on the edge of their seats in anticipation and fear.

Then he looked at Izaya and mumbled something under his breathe.

"What? You have to speak louder than that, Shizu-chan," the raven haired man said in a mocking tone, "I can't understand your monster language."

"I'M NOT A MONSTER!" Shizuo shouted. Izaya jumped a little at the blonde's sudden outburst and took a step back, baffled.

"YOU'RE THE MONSTER! I'M NOT GOING TO JUST STAND HERE WHILE YOU INSULT ME, FLEA!"

Shizuo walked (more like stumped) over to the close by building. He placed his hands on the building and everyone watched as he tried to lift it.

Everyone who watched knew that Shizuo had superhuman strength but they knew he was not strong enough to lift a building. Well at least they never have seen him attempt it. That was before then.

Shizuo started with a low growl that was gradually starting to become louder. The ground underneath the building started to crack and just barely, the building on the side Shizuo was trying to lift seemed to have started coming out the ground.

"He can't be serious," Izaya said astonished under his breathe. "He's a real monster."

Shizuo felt a hand on his shoulder bringing him back to reality. He looked back to see the hand belonged to Tom and Celty was right behind him.

Tom look concerned and Shizuo wondered if Celty had a face would she have the same expression. Judging by the way her hands were laced together like she was begging, she would have.

Shizuo let the building go and turned to face Tom and Celty.

He downcast his eyes as he muttered, "Sorry."

Tom patted him on the back as he said, "It's cool as long as you're okay."

*Type type type* Just control yourself next time.

Shizuo gave a weak smile to both of them. "Yeah, I might need to work on that."

"You should interrupt people," Izaya ironically said as he interrupted their conversation. "We were in a middle of a fight, you know."

Izaya threw a knife that aimed at Tom. Izaya had a nasty, cocky look on his face before Shizuo caught it with his bare hands.

Blood trickled from his hand. Shizuo threw the knife on the ground and glared at Izaya.

Izaya put himself on defense mode just in cause Shizuo decided to get back at him. But he didn't.

Shizuo leaned on Tom for support. "Let's go." Tom and Celty nodded in agreement. Celty put Shizuo's other arm around her shoulders so she could also be his support and the started to walk away.

Izaya searched himself for another knife but couldn't find one. He must have used them all on their fight. Izaya clenched his jaw and fist.

"THIS ISN'T OVER," Izaya shouted at Shizuo. "IT'S FAR FROM IT!"

Shizuo knew that but he wished it was. He wished it would be over soon so he can see the peaceful life he dreamed of.

Shizuo would just have to wait, he guessed.

He would one day reach it.

One day.

A/N: Thanks, you guys for sticking with me. Please review