Author's Note: I saw that people wanted more of this so I couldn't resist making another chapter! But this is the last, really! This is the ending. And thank you for the reviews/favs/follows, they make me happy!

Izaya shut his eyes, feeling the breeze brush at his bangs. With his arms folded on the windowsill, he leaned against it—IV drip moved and situated next to him. It'd been several days since bad luck had befallen him, but he still remembered what had happened clearly. Still remembered the way his enemy had saved his life.

The reason he was still breathing to this day.

"He was out of breath when he arrived. I'm guessing he ran all the way here." said Shinra.

"Shouldn't monsters have amazing lung capacity?" The informant whistled, resting his chin in his palm as he recalled the conversation he had with his doctor.

"I had to do a blood transfusion, since you were losing so much blood. Did you know that he threw a senbei at my head when I asked him to donate some of his? Rice cracker shouldn't hurt but it did, since it was Shizuo." His childhood friend pointed at his own bandaged forehead, sighing, "It was hard to convince him but I eventually managed, for 50,000 yen."

"Where did you get 50,000 yen from?"

"Oh? Of course from here." Shinra grinned and held up a debit card in his hand . Izaya quickly recognized that as one of his own. "Whatever, it's a small price to pay." He dismissed it with a wave. It was surprising to him that Shizuo would actually help him to that extent, granted he'd lashed out at Shinra in the process, but…

"It's almost like you really want me to live~" Izaya stretched his arms out, emitting a pleased grunt. He was done thinking day and night about the oddity that was Heiwajima Shizuo. They'd been at each other's necks for years. And Izaya just couldn't find a conclusion as to why Shizuo would save him now that he had a chance to get rid of the raven haired man. When all his life, he'd been babbling about how he'd kill Izaya.

Well, it's not like that protozoan usually plays by the book.

"I see… Shizu-chan's blood is running through my veins." Lifting a hand up, he traced his neck with his fingertips. He truly wasn't sure whether to be disgusted or amazed by that fact, he decided, maybe a bit of both.

"Speak of the devil."

The corner of his lip curled up into a smirk, and Izaya flattened his palms on the windowsill, poking his head out of the open window. "Shizu-chan!" He hollered once he had a better view of the man's familiar back, face brightening when he saw Shizuo halted in his steps. The sound of Izaya's voice had everyone scatter away from Shizuo while Tom, who was standing by the debt collector's side flinched.

That voice only spelt trouble in Ikebukuro— more so when the two dangerous men meet.

"Izaaaayaaaa! Didn't I tell you to stay out of Ikebukuro?" Shizuo turned around and gritted his teeth, making the unlit cigarette he'd just put between his lips snap.

"Ah, but you were the one who put me here!" Izaya's retort had his fist tighten before it darted out to grab at a stop sign nearby, uprooting it from the ground by the metal handle. He was quick to throw it towards Izaya, but alas, the skilled informant managed to dodge as he moved out of the way. The sign flew into the room he occupied and made a hole in the wall.

Shinra, on the other side of the room grimaced at the sight of his ruined apartment, "I'll be charging you." He took the card out of his pocket and walked away. Probably off to call a repair man. But Izaya couldn't care less. Instead, he went back the window and looked at Shizuo, who was still there, waiting for him.

"Attacking me as soon as I'm well? And here I thought Shizu-chan was starting to like me." Izaya laughed, pulling the IV drip closer to himself, "So I thought I'd say hello. Or, would you like a handshake as gratitude for saving me?" He reminded himself of the promise he'd made, though it shouldn't apply since Shizuo was the one who'd saved him. Not one of his humans. He shouldn't need to shake his hand, even though Izaya was someone who stays true to his promises. Well, most of them, at least.

"No." Shizuo sent a glare his way, "How about YOU," The blond pointed at him, "go back to Shinjuku?"

"Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to point?" retorted Izaya, but the expression he wore was not one an offended person would wear. Rather, a smug look still marred his face. Of course, monsters don't have manners. That's what differs them from humans. "I don't plan to stay any longer, anyway. Though it'd be fun to go against your words, I have work to do~ But our beloved doctor here has been keeping me confined to this room. If anyone's to blame, it should be him."

He could hear Shinra sigh from the living room.

The informant watched as Shizuo scoff, averting his attention to his boss when the man started talking. Izaya's ears could only pick up a few lines like 'Ignore him, Shizuo' and 'We can just leave since he can't get out'. It was becoming boring when they weren't paying attention to him but talking amongst each other instead, even if they were chatting about him.

"It seems like the spotlight has shifted— Hm?" He took out his cellphone when it rang, flipping it open and answering the call without looking at the contact number. It wasn't like he was afraid of anything. "Moshi moshi?" He mumbled, gaze still locked on a certain debt collector.

"Hello. Is this Izaya? Iza-chan?"

His stomach lurched once he realized who he was speaking to. If it wasn't for the nickname, he wouldn't have recognized that voice. It'd been long after all.

"Yes." He replied meekly.

"How are you doing, dear? I'm sorry I haven't been keeping in touch. We're busy working."

"I know. It's okay, I'm doing fine. Things… are great here in Tokyo."

Izaya held back a sigh, leaning his side against the wall. Vorona had walked out of a bakery across the street and was now joining the duo standing by Shinra's apartment. She held quite a lot of baked goods in her arms, which she soon gave some to her boss and senpai.

"That's a relief to hear. I wish we could go back to Tokyo, but there are just so many projects left to do! How about Mairu and Kururi?"

"They're fine too. They've grown a lot and ah, they're attending high school." He said the one thing he knew about them at the moment, since he hadn't been keeping tabs on his sisters. Not in a great depth like he did with other people. It wasn't like they had anything worthy that they were doing, anyway.

"I hope they can take care of themselves now. Oh, I have to go. Meeting! I'm sorry. Take care, and I love you."

Beeping echoed in his ears after he ended the call, not even making an effort to mutter an 'I love you too'. While a normal person probably would've been saddened by such a quick phone call, Izaya was grateful. If he had to keep talking to his mother, he didn't know if he would be able to withstand it. One thing he did know, though, was that his mother wouldn't call without a reason.

Shizu-chan must've reached out to her. Couldn't he have just asked the twins for a picture of their mother? Though Izaya doubted they'd have one that wasn't about 10 years old.

He clenched his jaw, crimson eyes narrowing into slits before he exhaled a rather loud, shaky sigh. He moved towards the window once again, letting his front come into view and he stared at the trio in silence. Making a witty comment seemed like a bother now. It didn't take long until the three debt collectors began to move and continue with their day, Izaya forgotten.

No way I'd let this go just like that.

"See you later, Shizu-chan! Thanks for the blood!"

Shizuo didn't turn to face him this time, but Izaya saw the bag of pastries getting crushed from his hold, anger radiating off of him. Tom hurried to his side to save them, but it was probably too late. Izaya smiled at the thought and his gaze then locked on Vorona, the only one looking back at him. Or rather, glaring, he'd say. They were caught up in a little game of staring before she ran ahead to her companions.

The informant then held a hand out, curling his fingers into a fist except for his index and thumb, and positioned them so that they looked like they were holding Shizuo's head.

"…."

"Don't you ever forget about me."

But should that happen, I'll come to see you right away.

"Ah, really, you're so troublesome."

He pressed his thumb and index finger together, the blond's head disappearing from his line of vision.

"Splat."