Durarara! © Ryohgo Narita.

This is only the prologue. The rest of the chapters will be longer & told in Shizuo's POV. There will be ten, they're already written except the last two, which are partially written. Anyway! Hopefully you will all enjoy, r&r~

The first day they met, they tried to kill each other.

The last day they met, they finally did.

The two enemies were buried next to each other. Many people would be forced to agree that it was disturbingly hilarious and ironic. They hated each other, they fought each other, they killed each other, and now they would be forced to spend eternity resting side by side.

Now… they'll never get away from the one thing they hate most.

Shinra and Celty personally thought it was a very fitting and well-deserved punishment for the both of them.

Poetic justice. The finest kind.

"I wish they could have found peace," Shinra says as he stares down at their headstones.

"Maybe, wherever they are now, they are at peace," Celty types into her cellphone.

"I wish they could have found it here instead."

Ikebukuro had not been prepared for the inevitable end to the game of cat and mouse. Everyone in the city was more than familiar with the names Shizuo Heiwajima and Izaya Orihara. Everyone in the city was also more than familiar with their ongoing fights and the damage that came along with them. It was always assumed that these fights would be something eternal… but they weren't. The game ended.

Shizuo Heiwajima, once known as the strongest man in Ikebukuro. If you knew of him, you also knew not to make him angry. He had always been explosive and volatile, though when it came to Izaya Orihara he could not control himself. Simply hearing the name set him off.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill," Shizuo chanted his mantra in a raspy voice as he ran after Izaya. His eyes were filled with murderous intent.

He was getting tired of the game of cat and mouse. He was finally going to end it.

He silently vowed that by the time the sun went down, there would be a corpse. No matter what, he would end it.

The fight had been going on all day and the city had to pay the price. There wasn't a vending machine intact, shop windows had been broken, trees were uprooted, signs were torn down, and doors were ripped off their hinges.

The citizens of Ikebukuro were locked away, no one insane enough to venture outside and get involved in such a dangerous game.

Izaya was panting as he looked left and right for any possibility of escape, but there was none. He cornered himself into a dead end.

"Izaya-kuuun…" Shizuo growled as he slowly stalked towards the cornered informant, cracking his knuckles.

"Wait…" Izaya whispered, swallowing thickly, but Shizuo didn't. He just quickened his steps until Izaya was pressed against the rough brick wall.

If you were to ask Izaya, in all seriousness, what he feared, he would have told you that he wasn't scared of anything at all. Of course, this would be a lie. Everyone has fears and there were two things that Izaya feared desperately. Those things were death and not being in control. For him, the two went hand in hand. When he died, he wanted it to be at his own accord. As Shizuo approached him, he realized that control was something he had lost and death was a something he was being forced to face.

Izaya was scared. He could admit that to himself. He was backed into a corner, unable to escape. There was a man nearing him who had every intent to kill him. He shoved his hand in his pocket, fingering the handle of his flick blade before whipping it out and releasing the sharp end.

Shizuo was at a loss for words. He wasn't used to seeing Izaya frightened, it made him seem almost… human. But fuck that, he vowed he wasn't going to let Izaya get away from this no matter what. He had him. He couldn't back down now. He was going to end the damned game of cat and mouse. So Shizuo ignored the sharp and sudden pain in his chest and wrapped his hand around his enemy's thin neck.

'Shizu-Chan truly is a monster…' Izaya thought to himself, removing the blade from the blond man's chest and letting it fall onto the ground. 'He hasn't even noticed I stabbed him.'

Izaya put a hand on the wound he inflicted in Shizuo's chest seconds earlier, feeling the sticky wet blood flood over his hands. He knew that any moment now, the monster would be dead, and he knew that any moment now, he would be, too.

Izaya squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. He felt numb, hardly aware of the hands that wrapped around his thin, pale neck until they started to squeeze. He tried to pry the fingers away from his throat with his own bloody fingers, but he was weak compared to Shizuo's monstrous strength and then…

Snap.

Izaya fell unceremoniously onto the rough cement in a pathetic heap. Shizuo took a step back and admired his work. He had never seen the louse look so pathetic.

"Fuck," he coughed and gurgled, allowing blood to drip out of the corners of his mouth.

Shizuo leaned against the hard brick wall, pressing a palm to the wound on his chest. It wasn't helping. Blood soaked his uniform, slipping through his hands.

"But… I guess you got me too," he whispered the words almost inaudibly. "I'm not getting out of this one, am I?" he asked no one in particular.

His breaths were coming in heavier and heavier, until they didn't come in at all.

'Maybe it's for the best,' he thought, 'now I can't hurt anyone else.'

He collapsed onto the ground beside Izaya, and that is how they were found: dead, sprawled together, side-by-side almost like two lovers.