41,260 words so far. How has this happened, asdfghjkl; Sorry for those who thought that this was gonna be the big reveal! Haha, gonna keep you waiting just a bit more! 3 But it will happen, and it will be dramatic! :D

"Hey! Watch where you're going!"

"Sorry!"

"Whoa, not so fast!"

"Excuse me!"

"Shi-zu-o! You want Sushi?"

"No thanks!"

Shizuo ran as fast as he could through the streets of Ikebukuro, heading straight for Sunshine 60. Pushing his way past people, he wasted no time getting there. Most people moved out of the way when they saw his lumbering form barreling down the streets. Many looked around, expecting to see him chasing Izaya. Others didn't bother taking the chance, and just ran away when they saw him. A small few didn't move, and just yelled before they realized what had happened.

It was quite a strange sight to see the Fortissimo of Ikebukuro to be chasing after…no one, and apologizing for getting in the way. But the blonde didn't care. All that mattered was that he made it to…

"There!"

In his line of sight, the tall 50 story tower loomed over the city; casting its long shadow over the street. Shizuo felt his heart race faster as he ran across the street, nearly getting hit by a car, and collapsed onto the stairs in front of the building. He sat on the cold steps, bending over as he sucked in air, coughing as he tried to slow down his heart rate. He had forgotten about not running around. Oh well, it was worth it.

He looked up with unfocused eyes once he could breathe. He looked around, and watched as people walked by. He wondered what Psyche would look like. If he would be feminine, like his name implied. Was Psyche his real name? Or just a fake name like Shizuo had used? If it was fake, what was his real name? He wondered if it suited him, unlike his own name did.

Leaning back on his hands, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He enjoyed the way the cool autumn air swirled around him and kicked up the leaves from the cement. He crunched on under the toe of his shoe, and felt a slight pang of addiction. The movement reminded him of snuffing out cigarettes.

He groaned, rubbing his face with his hand, hoping that Psyche would show up soon and give him some advice.

However, the more time that passed, the more anxious Shizuo got. He started tapping his foot, and glancing at his watch. His skin was crawling, and his stomach was flipping and twisting; similar to how it would when he would see a girl he liked in high school. But, he didn't actually like Psyche like that…did he?

He shook his head and took a deep breathe. Now was not the time to think of that! He had to focus on finding this anonymous person he's grown to…kinda like.

He glared through his blue tinted shades, observing each person that walked by. Anyone who captured his gaze made his stomach flip, but they soon walked away and left him alone. No one seemed to be heading this way. And anyone who did head toward him continued on by.

Disappointment sunk in his chest as time continued to pass, leaving him alone on the steps with no one coming. He started to wonder if he had been led into some sick stunt.

"Aww, what's a poor little mutt like you doing all alone in the big bad city?"

Shizuo lurched forward and stood up, spinning around and clenching his fists. Of all the people in the world, he had to show up and ruin this meeting. The sound of his smooth and sinister voice echoed in his head as he stared hard into those scrutinizing crimson eyes.

"Izaya…" he growled, gritting his teeth as the informant skipped down the last few steps. He perched himself gingerly on the step above Shizuo's, smiling as his shoulders quivered up and down with laughter.

"Ahh, Shizu-chan, always ready to start a fight?"

"Shut up, like you aren't?"

Izaya smiled again, making Shizuo growl lowly in his chest; it came out somewhat gargled.

"Still ill, I see. Tsk tsk, what a shame. I've been craving a good old fashioned chase~" Izaya cooed. He tiled his head a bit, covering his face with his inky black locks as he watched Shizuo's eyes dilate with adrenaline. "You've been craving it too, hmm?"

Shizuo twitched a bit and swallowed. Damn that flea, he was twisting words around to make it sound like he was referring to his addictions.

"I said shut up."

"Oooh touchy~"

Shizuo snarled and stepped jumped up the steps and land next to Izaya, reaching to grab for his jacket. The flea stepped down, twirling around Shizuo as the blonde tried to grab him. The two seemed to dance on the steps as Izaya sang out more insults, and Shizuo lashed out.

"Have I hit a sore spot, Shizu-chan?"

"You damn louse!"

"Someone sure is sensitive after a few days without a good smoke."

"Shut up!"

"Wouldn't you just love to get a hold of one of these?~" the informant grinned and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, waving it lightly in front of him. Shizuo skidded to a halt and stared at the package, a low rumble growing in his chest.

"Izayaaaa…"

Izaya grinned and opened the package, pulling out a stick and placing it between his lips. Shizuo watched with hungry eyes, as Izaya rolled the cancer stick between his teeth.

"Tempting, isn't it?"

Shizuo thrust his arm forward, slamming into Izaya neck and pinning him into the wall. The cigarette fell from his open mouth and hit the ground softly, rolling by Shizuo's feet. The blonde smashed the familiar stick under the heel of his foot and dug it into the concrete. He pressed his forehead against Izaya's and growled lowly, "You're gonna fuckin throw those things away, and get out of my sight. I'm not gonna fall into your games today. I've got plans, and you're not gonna mess with them."

"Ooh, dangerous~ Would you talk like that to your little boyfriend?"

Shizuo's eyes widened a bit, and his grip slackened a bit. Red eyes flashed with mischief and the grin the smaller mans face grew, "Are you waiting for someone, Shizu-chan?" He wrapped his thing fingers around Shizuo's hand, prying them from his neck, "What if I told you he wasn't coming?"

Shizuo released his hand, allowing Izaya to drop to the ground. He crouched over, rubbing his neck and chuckling softly as Shizuo stepped back and bit, fingers twitching.

"What did you do?" he whispered, staring at Izaya. The informant grinned and shrugged.

"I did noth-"

"BULLSHIT!"

Izaya blinked at Shizuo's outburst and sat crosslegged on the step, looking up at Shizuo. He sighed and shook his head a bit, still smiling, "Shizu-chan, I can assure you that Psyche isn't harmed in any way. He just won't come."

"You're lying."

"Am I?"

Shizuo grit his teeth and shook his head and bit, rubbing his temple as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Shut up, shut up, shut up…" he grumbled as he turned around to try and calm down. He took deep breathes, and managed to keep his coughs under control. Nonetheless, his body trembled as he struggled to contain his rage, "If you did anything to harm him…"

Izaya burst into laughter, unable to hold back the hilarity that consumed him. This outcome was just far too funny! "Oh Shizu-chan, you really are funny. It's quite cute to see you getting all worked up at the fact you just got your ass dumped by a stranger you met on the internet. For all you knew, it was a sixty year old virgin wanting to get in your pants!"

"Psyche wasn't…" the blonde muttered, shoulder sagging slightly. Izaya leaned back on his hands and tilted his head.

"Hmm?"

"He…was too nice. He wouldn't stand me up."

A strange feeling overcame the informant; a weird tugging in his chest and a tingling crawled on his skin. He suddenly felt like he was being brushed with feathers, and all he wanted was to move. Claustrophobia was kicking in, despite being in an open space.

"You don't know that for sure. Like I said, he could ha-"

"Izaya, just shut up." Shizuo commanded, a surge of energy and strength in his voice. Izaya blinked and felt a shiver of disgust run through him.

"You've got to be kidding me. You actually have a crush on that…that idiot? Hahaha, awww, you have a little crush!~ You don't like me talking bad about your little lover? Who knew Shizu-chan had such a warm fluffy heart!" Izaya mocked as he forced out an incredulous laugh. Deep down, he was disturbed that he had managed to win over the monster's heart. And he didn't even want it.

Shizuo stiffened a bit and shoved his hands in his pockets. He seemed to curl in on himself slightly, embarrassed a bit at the statement. ""…I'm not sure yet. It's… different with him."

"…Different?"

"The feeling I get."

He couldn't handle it anymore. Everything was getting too personal. He felt more trapped then ever, and he wasn't even in Shizuo's grasp or in a tight spot.

Izaya stood up and brushed off his jacket a bit, hopping down the steps past Shizuo. It bothered Izaya that the blonde didn't even try to make a move at him as he passed by, their arms nearly brushing. The informant didn't stop walking. He didn't look back. He couldn't, not at those honey eyes hiding behind navy lenses. Those lonely and hopeful eyes that kept crying out for Psyche to show up.

He had planned on breaking Shizuo's world by revealing his internet identity. But now…he felt like he was the one who's world would crumble if that information were to leak out.

Shizuo watched as Izaya left without another word, curious as to why the flea would just simply leave him alone. At least it was quieter without the louse hovering around him and breathing over his neck.

Although, it felt a bit too lonely. Standing here as the sun moved behind the building and covering him in shadows. People passing him by as if he were merely a statue. No one to talk to, no one to listen to him.

He waited for Psyche, but the man never showed up.