My friend Karin and I were discussing the possibility of Shizuo killing Izaya. This was when everyone on Tumblr was freaking out about how pissed Shizuo looked in the novel, everyone wondered what would happen because Shizuo was never that angry.

Karin-I will cry harder than I've ever cried if Iza's last words (if he dies, of course) will involve 'shizu-chan'

Me-what if he says 'shizuo' like finally says his name? Oh god why did I think that...

Karin-oh my god Paige that will be even worse for my feels

Me-like he says 'goodbye...shizuo' then shizu realises what he just did then he would cry cause not only did he kill someone but he killed /izaya/ the one person other than Kasuka who wasn't afraid of him in the slightest and someone needs to shut me up cause I'm trying hard not to write it and oh my god why can't I shut up just god..

So here they stood a few metres apart. The two strongest men of Ikebukuro; the fortissimo of Ikebukuro, the monster Shizuo Heiwajima and the Information Broker, Izaya Orihara facing each other. Both men were feared by the vast majority, though neither was afraid of the other. Both had different expressions on their faces, Shizuo for once looked some-what calm. However you could see the restrained anger swirling in mocha orbs. Izaya on the other hand wore his trademark smirk as usual but he looked a little more evil or rather insane this time round.

"Well Shizu-chan, are you finally going to do it? Finally going to kill me? ~" the raven taunted, Shizuo would have to try pretty damn hard to succeed. After all, harming Izaya never was an easy task for him. "Of course I will, flea, it's what I'm here for." They both knew that only one would walk away from this, this was it, their very last confrontation.

At first they were staring each other down, Izaya calculating his first move, Shizuo waiting to retaliate. Izaya knew that unlike their other fights and chases, he will need to be very careful. If Shizuo managed to catch him he could easily break him without even trying. So Izaya needed to make sure he didn't get caught. Shizuo knew he needed to check where Izaya aimed with those blades of his. He can take the odd cut or stab, but if the flea got him in the chest or neck, he was done for. Izaya was the one person who he could truly call an equal. Shizuo had his strength which made him a monster, Izaya was a monster by his own means. He was not a normal person; he manipulated people, twisted their words and used them against them. Ruined their lives, caused others to die, all for his own amusement. He may even be a bigger monster than Shizuo, except he hides in the shadows and watches; Shizuo was always out in the open.

Izaya was the first to strike, first throwing a blade to distract the brute before darting to slash at his other side. Shizuo turned to throw a punch at the flea, ignoring the mild pain of the slash in favour for managing to land a hit. He barely managed, seeing as the raven was too quick. He managed to land a hit though and that was enough. He wouldn't have caused any significant damage, but he had plenty of time, this wasn't ending anytime soon.

An hour or two later and both males were still standing, neither better off than the other. Shizuo had a number of cuts and gashes adorning his body, clothes ripped, his waistcoat had been thrown off at one point as it had been so damaged. Izaya had a few bruises hidden by his jacket and his ripped shirt, a black eye was forming. He most likely had a broken nose, least it was bleeding enough for him to think so. He wondered if his left wrist had been fractured, it wasn't broken but it sure hurt a lot.

Izaya was running low on blades; Shizuo's patience was running out. Their battle was slowly coming to an end and neither knew who was to be the Victor. Both were breathing heavily, surrounded by their orchestrated chaos and destruction. Neither wanted to lose, but knew the possibility was exactly 50/50. Neither had an advantage over the other, they were equals and they knew it. Both were waiting for the other to slip up, looking for a lucky break.

When that chance presented itself in Izaya losing his footing after dodging a punch, the next few moments were a blur. In the span of mere seconds, Izaya was pinned against the wall, two strong hands around his throat. The raven gasped at being caught, and then he saw. He saw the raw fury swirling in the fake-blonds eyes. This was it, he was done for. There was no way he could escape, even if he managed to stab Shizuo, he'd have his neck snapped. "What are you waiting for Shizu-chan? I never thought a monster like you would be capable of hesitating when you could so easily kill me right here. You have me right where you want me so why the wait?"

"Shut up louse, you don't look afraid in the slightest". This irked him somewhat, he was going to kill Izaya and he didn't seem fazed. If he was scared his face didn't show it. "I've told you time and time again, you don't scare me. You never have and you never will." This caused Shizuo to tighten his hands somewhat. Why, why wasn't he scared?! Everyone else was, well apart from Kasuka, but he's his brother. What makes the flea so special that he isn't scared of Shizuo, even now when he's about to kill him. He could easily just snap his neck or crush his skull.

His head shot up to look Izaya dead in the eyes, the maniac was laughing. Who laughs when he's about to be killed? Izaya Orihara does apparently. Shizuo slammed him against the wall and tightened his hold, grinning sadistically as Izaya's laughter was cut off. Izaya weakly raised his arms to try and pry Shizuo's hands away out of sheer instinct, he may not be afraid but its instinct to try and escape while in the face of death. He tried to make a remark, but realised he'd waste air he won't be able to regain.

The ex-bartenders hold of the informants neck grew tighter little by little. He was enjoying seeing the fleas expression change and grow more and more pained, more desperate each passing second, watching the air leave him, such a thrilling sight to witness in Shizuo's anger-induced state. He heard a hoarse whisper before he heard what the louse was trying to say to him. For once he was surprised by Izaya; usually it was the other way around. Izaya's last words may haunt Shizuo and it was what caused him to snap. "Heh, guess this is goodbye…Shizuo". Hearing his name, his real name fall from the bloodied lips of his sworn enemy, finally hearing it after years of demanding it, hearing him say it knowing it would be his last chance… it snapped something in Shizuo, he let out a growl as he choked out the last bit of air within Izaya.

He let the now lifeless body fall to the floor, Shizuo seemed frozen in place. He had done it, he had finally killed Izaya. "Oh god… Shit…" He had killed Izaya, he let his anger win. He really was a monster, sure he hated Izaya and wanted to get rid of him, but the one time he should really have tried to control his anger, he didn't. He didn't even try, he let the anger consume him, own him. Now he had Izaya's blood on his hands, he could never be peaceful; he was always going to be a brute, a monster, now a murderer…

He turned to look at his fallen rival, surprised to find he looked peaceful. He really hadn't been afraid of Shizuo in the slightest; he had accepted his death with open arms, despite being afraid of the possibility of not existing afterwards. Shizuo had ended the life of someone who was never afraid of him, he realised now that he shouldn't have. Even if he and Izaya fought until they were old men, it should never have ended like this.

Izaya's last words were going to haunt him, the flea never said goodbye before always 'see you later Shizu-chan' but this time, he knew he wouldn't see him again. This time he finally said goodbye and finally used his proper name, Shizuo was left with that and now had to cope with the guilt he knew he'd suffer. He knew he'd grow to severely regret what he's done, and he knew he'd never be at peace or be able to be peaceful.

"Dammit flea, trust you to cause me problems even after you're dead…then again it is my fault…"