I really shouldn't start another story when I have two others in the works, but I had to write this. I just finished the anime and it was amazing! This will be about what happens after the show but it will mainly revolve around Shizou and Izaya because I think they are perfect together! Seriously when Simon said that bit about Izaya doing what he did so he wouldn't lose Shizou in ep. 24..yeah I decided then I had to write something. Please read and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own. Okay? Me no owneeeeyyy.

Chapter 1- A Great City

(online chatroom)

Bakyura: Excuse me. I've got to go!

Setton: Goodnight!

Kanra: Later!

Saika: Bye!

Taro Tanaka: Um, Byakura. Please come again! You're always welcome!

Bakyura: Thanks! I will! Bye!

(Bakyura had signed off)

(Taro Tanaka has signed off)

Kanra: Sheesh! He didn't even say bye!

Setton: I should go too. Good night

Saika: Me as well. Bye!

Setton: Goodbye!

Kanra: Aww everyone is leaving!

(Setton and Saika have signed off)

Kanra: Pleasant nightmares humans.

(Kanra has signed off)

(Chatroom is empty)

Outside the chat room, the former occupants were all doing their own things in their own homes. Setton was cuddling in bed with a doctor who happened to be the love of her life, and whom she had recently cuffed on the head for making perverted comments. Saika was taking off her glasses as she prepared to go to sleep. Bakyuran was sitting on a bench in a train station, holding hands with a girl who couldn't take her eyes off him. Taro Tanaka was staring out his window with a small smile on his face as he thought of his friends and the people of Ikebukuro.

And Kanra was sitting on the couch in his living room, with a board in front of him that had pieces from multiply games scattered across it. A stack of cards was lying in a heap on the cushion next to him, except for one card. He held the thin, waxed paper between his middle and index finger. This card was the king of spades. It made no difference to the raven-haired man whether it was diamonds, spades or whatever. He had simply told Namie to pick one of the coats, and she had chosen spades, so his pawns were spades. And the king…the king for cards was always one person. Izaya twirled it around a bit and smirked. "Ne, Shizu-chan…" Flames from the fireplace sent an orange glow across the pale man and his living room. Izaya held the card still and brought it a bit closer to his face. He then pouted at the card, and in a whiney voice said, "Shizu-chan…you didn't die."

It had been a week since that showdown. Six and a half days since the founder had posted a message on the website for a gang that he had already disbanded. Six days since Horada had made the front page for getting arrested. Five days since it was discovered Kida Masaomi had disappeared from the hospital with Saki. And one day since the information dealer of Ikebukuro had announced his leave and had one last city chase with the Fortissimo of Ikebukuro.

All of the previous information was known by those who mattered, and some people who didn't. These tidbits of gossip were not the only ones swirling through the city, but they were the only ones that were through and through cold, hard facts. Many rumors and edited stories had been spread and could still be heard being passed along by the people of the city except by those who knew them to be false. Though gossip magazines, newspapers, and the everyday population of Ikebukuro still talked about the Dollars, the Yellow Scarves, Shizou Heiwajima, the Slasher, and the Black Rider (now maybe more than ever), the city was starting to calm down after the climax that had peaked a few days prior.

Ikebukuro was starting to calm down. This could have been attributed to a number of things: the Dollars' disbanding, the crumbling of the Yellow Scarves, the apprehension of Horada, the departure of Izaya Orihara. It could have been any one of those reasons, maybe even all of them. Or it could have just been the simple wave of calm that that overtakes a place after a war has just been fought and ended. But for those who had been in Ikebukuro the longest or those few who were bright enough, it was an accepted fact that peace could never keep its grip on Ikebukuro for long.

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