Guys guys guys...oh my god. ;A; You guys are too sweet. You're making us die with happiness, you really are. I wasn't going to post up the next part today, because this is literally the end of what we have written so far. 29,931 words. It's crazy to think we've written this much. Ooooh my God. Ok, time to start writing some more. I hope you enjoy!

Shizuo was stunned to see the flea run out without any hesitation, following his sisters out the front doors. He sat up, gently rubbing his throat with his hand as bystanders stared at him warily. Grunting softly, he stood up, marching out of the ice cream shop without taking a look back.

"Fuckin' flea…if he thinks he can just run away, he's crazy." he grumbled under his breath as he looked down the street, seeing the distant ruffle of tan fur disappear. The blonde broke into a sprint, dashing down the street to try and catch up, when a black web of shadows whipped in front of his face and held him back.

"Celty!" he growled as the headless rider ran up to him. He struggled against her black tendrils, only making her hold on tighter.

[Shizuo! Wait, don't bother!] she quickly typed on her PDA. She tightened the ropes around him until he stopped struggling, and slowly released him from his shadowy confinements.

"Why the hell should I?" Shizuo barked, fists clenched again. He knew the reason why though, and Celty confirmed his suspicions.

[You shouldn't be chasing after him anyways. You're lungs aren't exactly ready to handle long sprints.]

He sighed, "Yeah I know. It's just…I want to fucking kill that bastard…." Celty tapped his shoulder, and forced him to look at her PDA.

[We have more important things to talk about, Shizuo.] She pulled the PDA back and typed frantically before Shizuo could say anything else, [Shinra just got his hands on something that could diagnose what you have. He wants you to-]

"I already have an Idea of what I have…" Shizuo mumbled, as he felt her shadows urging him to follow her. He walked almost mechanically, not really thinking about where he was going. She gave him a questioning tilt of her helmet as she wrapped a black helmet around Shizuo. She could only see his sad golden eyes through the empty darkness of the shadows around him.

"I…uh…I have a feeling it's something that might not be curable…" he muttered as he sat on the motorcycle, slouching foreword a bit as Celty climbed on. He rubbed his arm soothingly before peeling away from the curb.

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What the hell was that? You are such a pussy, why'd you run?

Izaya lied on his back, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. He traced shapes and figures with his eyes as they followed the shadows that crawled on the walls. He sighed and grabbed his flick blade, running his finger along the edge gently.

You could have finished him. You actually had the chance.

Snarling to himself, he pressed his thumb deeper until the blade cut open the skin, and a small bead of blood oozed from the wound. He squeezed his thumb, forcing more of the candy red color from the cut. It bubbled up into a bead, before sliding down the length of his thumb slowly. Carmine eyes watched the ruby droplet stain ivory skin.

He wasn't even prepared. You blew it. You fucked up your chances.

He brought his thumb to his lips and licked away the blood, before he dropped his arm to his side. Still gripping onto his blade, he rolled over onto his side, and watched as the gleam of the sunlight filtering through the shades reflected off.

What held you back this time? Why did you stop? Why did you run?

Questions continued to spiral in his head. The memories of the day haunted him, refused to leave him alone as everything in his damned home reminded him of the brute.

Were you afraid of actually ending him? That the past seven years of the chase would be over?

The twin had found him and scolded him. Had told them that they wished Shizuo got rid of him, because they were having fun. He kept his cool, of course; only yelling at them when they started talking at once.

Were you afraid you'd miss the thrill of chase?

But the look on their faces…he knew he could read them perfectly, no matter how hard they tried to hide it. They had fun, running from Izaya. They wouldn't mind playing cat and mouse again. And honestly, he didn't mind. It was a pain, but he loved the hunt. The only reason why this time got under his skin was…because of him.

The bruises and the cuts?

It made him sick to his stomach. He sat up and breathed deeply, as a strange wave of nausea rolled over him. Trembling, he closed his eyes and focused on something still. Something to soothe his nerves. Dammit, if only he had stuck the final blow. Rather than pussying out. If only he had finished it. If only he had killed-

Him?

The informant lashed out and threw his blade blindly, shaking as he stared angrily toward his target. The sharpened blade drove deep into the edge of his dresser. He took heavy breathes as he squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his fists. Curling in on himself, he pushed his head between his knees and tugged at his hair.

"Dammit Izaya, you know exactly why, you fuck ass. You're not ready for him to die yet. You want to kill him off when he's at his strongest. Otherwise it's not a fair fight. You want to slay the strongest beast, not a weak…human."

With a tired sigh, he fell back onto his bed. His head hit the pillow with a light thump, and he closed his heavy eyes as the soothing whir of the fan above him lulled him.

"I shouldn't be this interested in Shizu-chan. I shouldn't want to find out what's wrong. It's borderline worrying. I shouldn't want to save him. He's a monster. A fool. Everything I hate in the world. Why do I want him to get through this? Why am I starting to care?"

He drifted deeper into sleep, needing a good rest after the tedious chase he had done today. He needed to clear his head, and get ready for the next chapter that would begin tomorrow.