Here you go guys! A nice big update for you, since the last one was so short.

A heavy silence filled the room, engulfing them with awkward tension. Shizuo tried to stop himself from trembling, as Izaya soaked in the glory that is breaking Shizuo down.

The blonde could feel the grin on Izaya's face as the informant slipped past him. Normally, he would follow; chase after the flea until he was back in his grasp. But no matter how hard he tried, his feet were stuck to the floor; frozen in place as his brain tried to catch up to his commands.

"How…?" he muttered, able to finally move his lips and choke something coherent out. Izaya didn't answer him, so Shizuo yelled out louder, "HOW?"

"Hmm?" Izaya glanced back as he sat on his couch and fiddled with the chess pieces on his game board. "How'd I what? Manage to fool you? Well, it's quite simple really. First of all, your prehistoric pea sized brain really was no match for my superior intellect, and-"

"That's not what I mean! How! Why! Just…" Shizuo grit his teeth and tugged at his hair from the roots, shaking his head, "Everything!"

The informant's face remained stoic as Shizuo finally managed to turn around to stare at Izaya with confused and hurt eyes, "That's a very vague question, Shizu-chan."

"How did you find me on that site?" he barked, fists clenching tightly until the knuckles turned white. "Why did you start talking to me?"

Izaya shrugged, "Why should I tell you? You never believe me anyways."

"I believed what you said just now, didn't I? That you were Psyche all along."

"I actually never said those exact words~"

"Close enough. Now answer me! Why did you track me down on there?" Shizuo demanded as he stormed over and kicked the table leg, knocking a few pieces over. Izaya frowned and clucked his tongue.

"You messed up the board."

"I'm gonna mess you up unless you start talking!"

The informant sighed, leaning over to pick up the black rook that had rolled off the table, "So violent. Just like a monster."

"Izayaaaa…"

"Patience, Shizu-chan. I'll fill you in on the details soon." he cooed as he rearranged his board, moving a black king one spot to the right, putting the white king into check. "Lets be civil, hmm?"

Shizuo grumbled to himself and sat down on the couch, grunting a bit as he bounced back a bit. He was used to sinking into his couch, not being supported. He crossed his legs and rested his arms on the back of the couch. He was having another "if this was two months ago, this would have never happened" moment.

"There. I'm sitting, like a normal person wanting to talk. Now answer and stop beating around the bush."

Izaya checked his game, before sitting back in his heat and folding his hands neatly in his lap. He smiled, "Alright. I didn't go on the site to find you. In fact, I wasn't aware that Tsugaru was you until a week after talking."

Shizuo narrowed his eyes and huffed, "So what were you doing on a dating site anyways? Don't you get around enough to not have to deal with that?" Izaya sucked in a breath and feigned a pout in mock offense.

"Shizu-chan, that's quite an accusation to make! And to hurt my pride and my libido in such a way, tsk tsk." He chuckled a bit and shook his head, "No, I don't go whoring myself out for pleasure. Sometimes for information, but that's strictly business."

"Disgusting."

"Aye, isn't it?" The brunette cleared his throat, "Either way, I go onto random sites for mere trolling pleasure. To kill time between appointments, and when I can't sleep. Seem reasonable enough for you?"

Shizuo frowned and crossed his arms, glancing away a bit. It was annoying that Izaya had a point, "Yeah. I guess. So why Psyche? He's nothing like you."

"That's exactly why, Shizu-chan. Act as a completely different person, and no one would expect me."

Shizuo peeked back up at Izaya, squinting his eyes as he examined Izaya. Plastic smile. seemingly kind, yet dangerous eyes. Confidence and intelligence the oozed off him. "Sure came easy to you."

Izaya shrugged, "I suppose. All great actors know how to become the character as if it was truly them."

"Kinda like reach inside them and find that person?"

"So to speak."

A thought crossed Shizuo's head, and it made him scoff a bit at himself. The concept was completely ridiculous. Yet…part of him wanted to believe that the small thought in his head could be true. And another part - the more rational part - wanted nothing else than to destroy the idea and walk away from this. His heart and his head fought mercilessly with each other, pulling Shizuo back and forth as he tried to think of what to say next. Take a chance, and go with what his heart was whispering? Or do the logical thing, and put this whole event behind him?

Izaya noticed Shizuo's silence, and stood up, stretching, "Now, if that'll be all, I think it'd be best for you to le-"

"I'd like to meet Psyche."

"…excuse me?"

"I would still like to meet Psyche."

Izaya froze in his spot, rigid and caught off guard from the statement. His mouth pursed into a thin line, and his eyes turned into gleaming red slits. "Psyche is dead."

"No he's not." Shizuo insisted, with a strange tone of confidence and calm. He looked up at Izaya from hi spot on the couch, determination dwelling deep in his eyes. A shiver ran up Izaya's spine, and he shook his head stiffly.

"Psyche was never real. He was an imaginary persona created on the internet."

"One that you made up."

"Exactly. Made up. Not real. He was an act. End of story."

Shizuo stood up, and stepped forward toward Izaya. The informant took a step back, and mentally berated himself for reacting in such a way. "Izaya, you even said that actors have to pull out a personality from deep within to make it look real."

"…Stop twisting my words."

"I'm not twisting anything. You said that actors can do that. So if you could act him out so well, that means deep down, Psyche's personality is in there. And you could bring him out again."

"I refuse to act anything like that disgusting creature ever again! And definitely not for you, Shizuo!" Izaya snapped, reaching once again for his blade, only to densely remember that it was upstairs. Shizuo reached forward, and grabbed Izaya's thin arm, holding him down tightly.

"Then prove it."

"Pardon?"

"Prove that you can't act like him. It's easy to act on the internet. But it's harder in front of someone. Especially in front of someone you hate so much. So prove that you can't do it. Show me that you can't be Psyche. And I'll leave you alone." Shizuo bargained, ignoring his head's desires, and focusing on what his heart was telling him. Izaya twitched and tugged his arm, trying to get away. But Shizuo kept his grip firm. Despite his decreasing strength, Izaya still couldn't escape Shizuo's grasp.

"Tch…and how exactly am I going to do that, neh? It's irrelevant to try and prove something that can't be done."

Shizuo smiled a bit, "Be my rehab partner."

"What?"

"Be my partner." Shizuo let go of Izaya, casually pulling out his glasses and placing them back over his eyes, "Shinra said I need to have motivation to not smoke. Someone to check up on my daily. So be my rehab partner. If in a month's time, you haven't warmed up or shown any hint of Psyche, then I'll let you go and drop the subject." He shrugged and placed his hands in his pockets, "Besides, you were already paying for my medication anyways."

Izaya rubbed his wrist, trying to scrub away the warm tingling feeling that Shizuo's grip left on him. He sneered in disgust, nose wrinkling as he hissed, "I didn't do it for you. I did it for myself."

Shizuo questioned how paying for Shizuo's medication benefit Izaya in the end, but decided to not ask now. There were more important matters he had to finalize. "So, what do you say? You come check on me, pay my medical bills, and try to piss me off all you want. In a months time, if nothing has changed, I won't bring up Psyche again."

Izaya stared at Shizuo silently, trying to weigh his options. He knew that he had taken his Psyche persona too far with Shizuo. Or perhaps, too far with Tsugaru. Either way, there was only two ways this situation could go; he agrees to help despite the repulsion of the idea, or he denies and Shizuo continues to chase after him to try and get Psyche back. Whichever choice he makes, Izaya won't be able to get away from the brute.

With a sigh, Izaya turns around and shakes his head. "Fine. Anything to get you out of my house."

Shizuo grinned a bit with triumph and headed toward the door, "See you tomorrow, Psyche." Shizuo marked one point for him against Izaya when he noticed the informant flinch at the nickname.

Now all he had to do was prove that Psyche was real.

But what benefit would that have in the end?