Shizuo walked around Ikebukuro, trying to sense out his flea. He was desperate to find him. He had caused him heartache, and that is something he simply just did not want to do. It was all still so new to Shizuo. The brunette was his first relationship, despite his age. He'd never found someone who wasn't afraid of his strength. He couldn't help but think he'd blown it between them, but he wasn't just going to give up. No. He was going to fight. 

Shizuo was shaken from his thoughts by a faint call of his name.

"Shizuo!!!" The voice called.

Shizuo turned around, immiediately matching the voice with the only other fake blonde he knew. Masaomi Kida. He jogged up to Shizuo out of breath.

"What do you need Kida? I'm kind of busy," Shizuo growled slightly. He didn't have time for this kid. He was already a handful to begin with.

Masaomi looked Shizuo in the eyes, " I know exactly what happened. Do you know hard Izaya was crying. He was shaking and sobbing. He could barely stand," He looked down, truly feeling sorry for Izaya, and feeling bad for Shizuo now as well.

Shizuo's  eyes widened. Izaya was sobbing heavily? Shaking? Could barely stand? How did Masaomi Kida of all people know this? "Hey, Kida, How do you even know this? I know Izaya isn't  the blabber mouth that blabs his problems. So how do you know?" Shizuo narrowed his eyes at Masaomi.

"When Mikado and I wee walking through town, we were suddlenly knocked to the ground by someone who had seemed to be in a hurry. We saw that it was Izaya, but he was sobbing violently, so we helped him get out of the streets, and now he's with Mikado. He told us everything," Masaomi relayed to the blonde, who was dumbfounded, but equally horrified. 

"Do you think you could bring me to him?" Shizuo asked, in dire need of seeing Izaya.

"Well duh," Masaomi scoffed, "Why else would I have told you all of this? He's at Mikado's place. I'll bring you. Follow me," 

They set off to Mikado's house, and Masaomi noticed the obvious anxiety Shizuo felt. Shizuo deep inside was feeling like he could explode. Like his world was crumbling down right around him. He was scared for once in his life. He didn't like it. He had to tell Izaya why he loved him, and in front of two 15 year olds on top of that. 

Masaomi layed a calming hand on Shizuo's shoulder.

"Don't worry. Izaya loves you. We all know it. Just keep calm, and don't destroy Mikado's house," Masaomi giggled nervously.

Masaomi offered Shizuo calming words, and advice, and soon they were at Mikado's apartment, on the east side of Ikebukuro. They walked up the stairs and got to the second floor.

"Wait here for a second," Masaomi whispered to Shizuo. He gave a short nod.

Masaomi walked into Mikado's apartment, and began to talk to Mikado softly. Was the flea sleeping? Shizuo walked into the apartment despite what Masaomi said, and was greeted by a sight that he didn't like. Izaya was asleep on Mikado's lap, with his arms entangled around his upper thigh. Shizuo's blood boiled. He was a bit jealous to say the least.

"What the fuck flea?!" He yelled at Izaya.

Izaya jumped, awoken from his blissful slumber.

"Shizu-chan? W-What are you doing here?" Izaya choked out, feeling old tears return to his eyes. 

Shizuo grabbed Izaya, forcing him to sit up, and crashed his lips into the brunettes. Izaya slowly kissed back, surprised at the quick motion. Shizuo pulled away, a blush shading his cheeks.

"I-I love you because over time you've helped me forget the hurt I'd learned to hide so well. You make me feel human. Alive. Loved, and I don't want to loose that. I might have hated you, but hate is a feeling I don't think I can feel towards you anymore. I love you," Shizuo confessed. 

Izaya sat there starstruck. He wrapped his arms around Shizuo and whispered in his ear a sweet, "I love you too, Shizu-chan,"

Izaya let go of Shizuo and went to go hug Mikado and Masaomi, thanking them for all they had done today. Soon enough Izaya and Shizuo were out upon the streets of Ikebukuro, hand in hand, and they didn't even care who saw.