AN: My Izaya wig arrived today and I'm so excited to fit pieces of my cosplay together. Unfortunately, I can't go to Anime North but maybe I'll see some of you at Fan Expo 2013 in Toronto? I can't wait for that convention, because now I have two cosplays. The other one is Honey from Ouran. Anyways, I probably should have mentioned this earlier...but I am willing to start a role-play with any of my readers who are interested. Ja ne! Seriously, I can't type today...

Arc Three, Chapter One

Shizuo rolled in the bed once he felt the blinding sun hit his eyes. His golden eyes slowly opened, realizing how empty the bed felt. His eyes soon widened in surprise; Izaya was nowhere in sight, and the raven barely went anywhere without his knowledge. He jumped off the bed and ran out of the room to see if the other man was out there, but he didn't see him. That started to make him worry...where did Izaya go? More importantly, where could he go?

He bolted out of the room and searched to see if he could find Izaya in the lobby, but nothing. The person at the first desk said the raven-haired man left this morning with his things. The blonde rushed back up to the room and checked, but his eyes found an empty spot were Izaya's suitcase was lying the day before. His eyes started to water, "Izaya, why did you leave?" He asked through choked words.

Fuck it, enough of this. I need to find him. The blonde gathered his things; all he could do was hope for the best while searching for his raven. The last place he checked was the hamper, seeing the bloody robe Izaya left, and he shoved it angrily into his suitcase. Why did Izaya leave without saying anything?

Shizuo finally checked out of the resort, throwing his keys on to the main desk when he ran by it. He checked the train station first; if Izaya wanted to go home, he had no choice but to go there. He dashed into the train station and asked if Izaya bought a ticket. At first, they didn't want to tell him anything...until he pulled a vending machine out of the ground and threatened to throw it at them. And then they were more than willing after that. He found out Izaya got a ticket and headed back to his home town. "Izaya went back to Shinjuku?" He said dumbly.

The raven had left his bloody robe on purpose. Maybe Shizu-chan would actually figure out it was a sign to leave him alone, but he doubted that. He wanted no memories of that afternoon, it was...horrible. The mask he worked on for years came shattering down around Shizuo. The blonde stood in the way of his job, along with his pitiful feelings towards the man.

Speaking of which, he needed to get back to work. He was certain mountains of work awaited him, mostly from Shiki. Izaya returned to Ikebukuro first to pack everything out of Shizuo's apartment. In case Shizuo checked the train station, he had a back-up plan already in motion. Izaya bribed the ticket holders to tell Shizuo that he bought a ticket for Shinjuku. They asked him how they would know and Izaya just laughed, and said it would be obvious. Knowing Shizu-chan, he'd probably threaten them, ruining their station. Haha! He could imagine it then, the train wouldn't run for a while.

It bought him enough time to pack if Shizuo took a detour to Shinjuku. The man would probably guess he wasn't there, since he couldn't find him by his scent...disgusting. He began to feel tired after lugging around his clothes all day. Izaya could only hope that he would miss Shizuo on his way to his loft. There were no hesitant feelings to go back after Kenji, (the asshole with the gun,) paid him a little visit.

He knew exactly how to deal with him unlike his naïve self. After he'd been threatened more times than he could count for information, it was no news to him. Izaya generally worked his way around it or ruined the client's life, whichever worked. He finally set all of his luggage on the train, and to his demise, that was when he met a pair of burning liquid gold eyes. The raven frowned, unpredictable as always. "What are you doing, Shizu-chan? Did you expect to sweep me off my feet?"

Shizuo had originally fallen for Izaya's plan and hurried right to his loft, though he was disappointed when he got there. The lights were off and from the looks of it. Izaya hadn't been here since the shooting. His shoulders slumped, so Izaya didn't come here. He was tricked, so he wouldn't have been able to catch the flea. He adjusted the bag on his shoulder and headed back to the train station; maybe he would be able to catch him. Fuck, why was the flea playing this game with him? Was he that upset from last night?

He headed back, getting himself a bottle of milk and something to eat before grabbing a ticket for Ikebukuro. Damn, he was in such a hurry, he forgot to eat. The ride back, he ate his bread with the strawberry milk. After the long ass trip, he was ready to get off, but stopped when his eyes met crimson...and he felt his blood boil. "You're going to make a joke out of this!? I was fucking worried about you!"

"Do you not get it? I regained my memories." Izaya sat down casually on the train, beside a random guy who stared at him cautiously. Aah, humans were so funny. "Oh look, you missed your stop. Now you're gonna have to wait to return home...what a shame." He looked at Shizuo; the blonde's face was red with anger. "What now? Are you going to break the train? I'd like to see that happen, actually." He nudged the man beside him, "wouldn't you?" The man moved away from him, absolutely terrified.

Shizuo's grip tightened around the pole he held on to for balance. His forehead rested against the cold metal and his body began to shake. Fresh tears ran down his face, but he refused to look to the other man. Izaya was playing with his feelings, like he usually did. He fucking knew this would happen, but he didn't listen to himself. Since when did Izaya ever care about other people? Never, the fucking flea couldn't care less about other people. He should've let Izaya fend for himself, but fucking no, he had to feel sorry for him. "You know what, flea!?" He snapped as he turned to face him, tears still on his face. "Go fuck yourself over; I could give a fuck if you died in a ditch! I was being nice to you, trying to start new with you, but now you're saying fuck it! I should've just let that fucker shot you!"

Everyone on the train was staring at them then. It should have been entertaining for Izaya, but all he could feel in his chest were sharp pains, gripping at his heart. He watched many people cry before, but it was something entirely different with the blonde. He would get over it, eventually...right? "Would that satisfy you?" He asked sincerely, watching the tears spill down Shizuo's face. He could tell that Shizu-chan didn't actually want him to die, or else he wouldn't be crying. "Don't say things you don't mean."

"What? So saying that you loved me meant nothing!? Out of everyone you knew, I was the only one willing to help you! What does that tell you!? You're a lonely son of a bitch, that has no one if your life! Shinra, your best friend wasn't even willing to take care of you!" The blonde stiffened before he walked away from the other man. He wasn't going to deal with this now, not ever again.

Izaya watched Shizuo walking away. He didn't follow him, no...he also had enough for one day. Escaping from Shizu-chan had never been easy. The raven reached flat in Shinjuku and took the elevator up. For once, he was too weak to walk up the stairs. He opened the door, grimacing at the messy sight. There were stacks of paper everywhere and garbage thrown around. Seems like Kenji threw a fit in his loft. He took a quick peek around to see if the man was still inside. No, of course he wasn't. Turning the corner, he saw that his TV did everyone aim for the TV? Oh well, he sighed, everything can be replaced...at least Celty's head and my motherboard are safe. That's what really matters. However, his monitor was broken and his keyboard was in pieces.

Izaya laughed, louder and louder until he could feel the floor vibrating underneath his feet. He was possessed, shot at, his loft was ruined, and he fell in love with a monster...all in a short period. The informant grabbed his cell phone from his pocket and called Namie. "Hello, Namie-chan! Come back to work, okay, bye-" He was about to hang up, but the woman screamed at him not to. He rolled his eyes, "fine, what is it?" He paused. "I don't care if you are in the Bahamas with Seiji-kun. There's no time for sick incest; I'm back now. Get here by tomorrow and clean up or you're fired." He hung up, already in a foul mood. Izaya plopped down on his leather couch and stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes. Ignoring his feelings, that was impossible; he already fell for him.

Fuck, I've been on the train like all day, Shizuo thought. He just wanted to get home and he did, eventually. Without even picking up his kitten, he just went on back to his bedroom to lie on his bed. He laid there, but he couldn't help crying into his pillow. He and Izaya fought a lot, but this one hurt him the most. When he offered to help, he shouldn't have let his feeling get in the way. Fuck what Kasuka said; Izaya wasn't good for him, and all they did was fight. When they weren't fighting, Izaya was teasing him to no end. He looked up when he felt something fuzzy paw at his face and picked up Suki. "Sorry, it's just going to be the two of us again," he told her.