Cari here!~ Ahh thank you all for the wonderful comments! So much rabu to give! Look look, we have fan art! :D So awesome!

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Also. Quick note. Regarding the review on CH 45. I won't rant long about it, but I feel this should be addressed. I would have replied privately, but that wasn't an option because there was no account to reply to. So I shall make it public, ok?~ If you don't want to read, you can skip. Cause it really has nothing much to do with the story! xD So go ahead and skip right ahead! c:

To begin, it was said that we shouldn't use russian anymore because it "hurt the reader to see such terrible grammar." Once again, our apologies. Neither of us know russian. Our first languages are Spanish and English. (I'm learning spanish so I can talk to Twinx fluently). We used google translate. That's the most popular and common translator. And yes, we are aware that it takes time to copy paste the conversation back into google translate, and it can sometimes come out wrong. That's why we posted a translation afterwards. (We had forgotten at first, but we were reminded. Thank you readers!)

The reason for us using it? Because we personally like seeing it in fiction. It's fun to have to translate it ourselves. Makes it more "real", so to speak. Much more realistic to see the russian language than just italics and quotes. If it hurts your eyes to suddenly see a different language, that's when you just skip over that part, and read the translation - which was posted separately for your use.

Oh! Quick note! If you're a native reader, so sorry! We know we tooootally killed the language. In fact, i'm sure it might have been hilarious at how horrible it was translated. We'll never know. xD

However, I must say thank you, to the person who left that essay on how we butchered the language. At first, it chipped our shoulder. Our first "hate" review ever! It was a blow to our confidence! However, that only lasted for a moment. Because we realized how much of a compliment it was! For someone to take the time to: take the entire conversation, break it down bit by bit, translate it properly, and then say why everything was wrong; it MUST mean we were doing something right the whole time! Because really, to read a story for 44 chapters, find something to complain about, and then work on it for who knows how long; that's a lot of effort that could have just been as simple as "wow that russian part had terrible grammar! xD Try to just write it in english next time so it's easier to read!"

So really, thank you. It gives us confidence to know that you felt the need to correct us when, quite honestly, we were doing it for fun and to experiment. Sorry if it did hurt your eyes. But that's when you should just read the translation. If your a native speaker, sorry again. But it's not that hard to skip ahead and read that instead of forcing yourself to read something extremely "painful to read" because "the dialouge is poor nonsense". No one was forcing you to read it, silly! c:

So that's all we wanted to address. Sorry for the long "rant". But really, we wanted to kinda point this out. Would have been private, but oh well!

And if it sounds bitchy, it kinda is. It's shark week for me, if you know what I mean.

Oh, we also weren't planning on using russian again. So no need to worry about this happening again, ok? Good. Now onto the story!

Pulling his jacket over him, Shizuo buttoned up the front and wrapped a cream colored scarf around his neck. He wasn't used to feeling so cold, but he guessed illness could make him feel a bit chilly. Plus, it was comforting to have something wrapped around him.

He heard the quick, impatient raps on his front door, and poked his head out of his bedroom. "It's open."

He listened carefully to he light footfalls on his carpeted floor; the familiar pattern of steps telling him that Izaya was heading toward the bedroom. The annoying voice that followed only confirmed his thoughts.

"Shizzy-chan, what's taking so long?" Izaya moaned with annoyance as he pushed the bedroom door open more to retrieve Shizuo. He leaned against the door frame and looked Shizuo up and down. He chuckled a bit, 'A new outfit I see. Did your brother send you more stuff? How cute~"

"Shut up, pest." Shizuo grunted as he sat on his bed to pull on an older pair of walking shoes. "It was a birthday gift from him a few years ago. I never needed to use it, but I've been cold lately." After tying his laces, Shizuo stood up and faced Izaya, trying to hold back a laugh. "What the hell is on your head?"

"Hmm?" Izaya glanced in the mirror and frowned, "I see nothing wrong with my head. Are your eyes going bad now too?"

"That's a ridiculous hat you're wearing."

"Ahhh, no wonder you think it's silly. You have absolutely no cultural intelligence." The informant twirled his finger as he rattled on about cultures across the world, and certain articles of clothing that were "all the rage" in other countries.

"Just shut up for once…" Shizuo grumbled as he shoved past Izaya and grabbed his cell phone from the dresser. He slid it into his pocket and looked over his shoulder at Izaya who was following him out of the room. He snickered and pressed firmly on the brim of Izaya's strange hat, pushing it over his carmine eyes; earning a distressed squeak in return.

"Shizu-chan!"

"Quit talking about your hat."

"It's a fedora. And it's very popular in North American culture right now." Izaya grumbled, shoving his hands into his jacket.

"That's a stupid name."

"Your name is stupid."

Shizuo sighed and rolled his shoulders, "Do you always have to bite back with childish terms? I mean geez, I haven't heard comebacks like that since grade school."

Izaya grinned, skipping next to Shizuo, "That's why I retort like that. You're still stuck in pre-school~"

"Flea!"

Izaya laughed and hopped out of the apartment, twirling around in the hall as he waited for Shizuo to lock up. The taller male made sure his home was secure, before walking up to Izaya.

"What's with the rest of your outfit?"

Izaya threw his arms outwards a bit and stepped back, grinning. "This is what is currently popular in N.A. remember? That's what I said before~"

Shizuo raked his eyes over Izaya with slight confusion. Seeing Izaya in anything other than his trademark jacket was…odd. Especially since the outfit he was currently in was very awkward for his personality. A graphic tee, black leather jacket, red plaid scarf dangling around his neck, skinny jeans, and slip on shoes. Not to mention the weird glasses he was wearing. It made him look like some stupid high school kid.

"That's…popular?"

Izaya shrugged, "Apparently being a hipster is in right now. Anyways, there is a reason why I'm wearing this ridiculous thing."

"And that is?"

"For disguise, of course!~" the informant chirped a bit too excitedly. He waved his hands around as he spun in circles, "I can't have anyone recognizing me walking late at night with you! People might think we're on a romantic late night hate-date. That would be terrible, neh!"

Shizuo shrugged, the scarf bundling up on his shoulders and covering part of his face. He tugged at it so he could breathe, "I guess. Not like people would recognize me anyways. I died my hair."

"Yet you still wear those ridiculous bartender uniforms."

"Everything else was dirty!"

Izaya tsked, "You need to go shopping. Now stop complaining. I'm wearing what I'm wearing, and we're gonna walk. Now, ladies first~" Izaya sneered as he bent down dramatically and opened the stairwell door to let Shizuo out.

The ex-blonde smirked and grabbed Izaya by the back of the jacket, lifting him and shoving him over the threshold, "Yeah. Ladies first."