How To Speak Again

By: AtomicKokoro

Storyline

Shinra seeks the aid of Masaomi and Saki once again. The only problem is that they forgot how to speak Japanese! Izaya and Shinra's lives are on the line, and a language barrier just might destroy everything!

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Before You Read

Sequel to How To Walk Again by AtomicKokoro (aka me).

I thought it would be cool to continue the story. Maybe it could be a series. Maybe... How To Live or something... I dunno.

Just a translation note. English is Eigo, French is Furenchi, Japanese is Houjin. Clearing a bit of fog, that's all. And I am also aware none of you probably speak French. I used Google translate, but there will be some general idea as to what they are saying. You'll figure it out.

Anyways, you guys don't care about my comments, so on with the story!

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Chapter 1

How To Get In Trouble

His first warning was getting his door kicked in by a man in a black suit with a gun. "Kishitani Shinra!" the voice boomed. Shinra jumped up from his couch and glanced down the hall way. "You're time is up!"

Shinra's eyes widened and he jumped to the side, bullets whizzing by and shattering the window behind him. The hall he ran down led to his bedroom. He turned, narrowly avoiding more explosive ammo. Why did Celty, of all days, have to work?

Two men in black chased him down the hall. Shinra thought about slamming his bedroom door closed but, seeing as what happened to his front door, it probably wouldn't do much. He practically ran into his window, unlocking it and kicking feet first out the window, sliding through without too much trouble, thanks to his small frame.

He slid out the window onto the emergency exit and ran down the stairs. The men scrambled through the window which was harder for them than Shinra since they were bigger, but they eventually got through and continued to chase Shinra.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Shinra cursed as he stumbled down the stairs into the railing, then turning and running down the next flight. When he feet finally touched ground, he started off towards the alley just across the street.

One of the men stopped, turned and aimed his gun, pulling the trigger when he was sure he was on sight. The semi-automatic gun fired about eight bullets before the man had to press the trigger again for another burst of rounds.

The doctor stumbled before disappearing into the alley. The man who had continued down the stairs followed after him and was later joined by his companion. When they reached a dead end, half a brick wall and a fence guarding bushes, they split up and went separate ways. If they had just looked at the brick wall for a second, they would have seen a trail of blood dripping from the chain-link.

Behind the fence, hidden in the bushes, was the doctor. His eyes were big, staring out the bushes, between the branches, watching the men come and go. One hand was on his mouth, the other pressing against a patch of blood on his thigh. Shinra closed his eyes and dropped the hand from his mouth, lying himself gently on the ground, frozen in pain, blood pouring from his gunshot wound onto his pure white lab coat. Oh, mercy, he thought. Someone save me.

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"Merci! S'il vous plait revenir!"

The bell rang as Masaomi pushed the door open, waving back in recognition. He walked out of the store and started down the street. He opened the bag in his hands and fished out a croissant. He licked his lips and munched on it.

Paris was a nice place, full of nice people and great food. He and his girlfriend, Saki Mikajima, had only been there for a few months, and they had almost mastered Furenchi. It was a nice language, Masaomi had to admit. Not as easy to learn as Eigo, with all it's rules, but it was still a little easier to learn.

It wasn't long before he arrived at the apartment building he and Saki were staying at. He fiddled with his keys before finding the right one and opening the door. "Saki! Je suis chez moi!" he yelled out when he pushed the door open and stepped inside their little apartment on the fifteenth floor.

"Bienvenue chez vous!" Saki called from the kitchen.

Masaomi smiled and waltzed into the kitchen. The air smelled of pot au feu and crème brulee. He took in one big breath of food and placed the bag of bread onto the counter top. "Smells great, Saki."

"Eh?" she said, turning from the stove and glancing at him, confused. She couldn't speak Houjin anymore. Masaomi could just barely.

"J'ai dit qu'elle sent bon," he repeated, this time in Furenchi. He still had a bit of a habit of switching between Houjin and Furenchi, which got annoying after a while. He had to "install the software", so to speak.

"Oh," Saki giggled. "Merci." Masaomi simply nodded. Saki turned back to the food and tilted her head to one side. "Si vous avez achete du vin rouge, je porrais faire le coq au vin."

Masaomi made a mental note to pick up from red wine at the local liquor store, if he could. Coq au vin was one of his favorites. He had ordered it at a restaurant once, and he loved it, until the waiter found out he was fifteen and took it away. Apparently, he was Canadian.

Slowly, Masaomi sat down at the dining room table and propped his chin in his palm. "Saki," he began. "Manquez-vouce d'Ikebukuro?" He wanted to know if she missed Ikebukuro.

Saki blinked and stopped what she was doing to look at him. The answer was no. "Pourquoi?" she asked. "Que souleve ce point tout d'un coup?" What brought this up?

Masaomi shook his head. "Aucune raison." No reason. Other than he missed Ikebukuro. No, he was glad to have left that town. He really missed his friends. Maybe he did miss Ikebukuro. There were some pretty awesome people in that city.

There was a silence and Saki continued cooking. Masaomi just stared out the open concept kitchen into the living room, staring at the sky through the window. The sky was blue.

He was really glad it wasn't yellow.

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The sky was dark and the rain was heavy when Shizuo found Shinra unconscious in the bushes. Shizuo wasn't exactly sure how he managed to find the doctor. He had been walking through the park, trying to avoid a certain Orihara when he saw something. It was amazing he found him; the rain had washed away most of the scent and blood and made it harder to see.

He remembered receiving a text earlier from Celty asking if he knew where Shinra was. Shizuo didn't bother replying, but he supposed he would have to now. And, judging from the injury on Shinra's thigh, it was probably an emergency. He opened his phone. He had never bothered trying to figure out how to work the damned thing; it pissed him off.

Simply, Shizuo pressed the reply button and started typing away. I found him, he wrote. You'll have to meet me at the hospital. He didn't want to explain the situation to her. Shinra need some medical attention. After all, Shinra helped him when he had gotten shot, so he might as well repay the favor now.

He pulled Shinra out of the bushes and picked him up. "C'mon, Shinra," he mumbled. "Hang in there." He turned on his heel and started towards the hospital, ignoring the strange stares he received from passer-byers. They were just staring. It was really starting to piss him off.

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The sky was gray. When the sky was gray, the city was gray. When the city was gray, things tended to happen. Izaya bit his lip uncertainly. He had never felt so insecure before, but he knew he had everything under control. So why was he so worried?

Twenty-Four Year Old Man Found Shot In East Park

Damn it all. Izaya had been reading the news paper to catch up on the daily news of Ikebukuro. Who was dead, who was alive, all that kind of stuff. But, while he was reading the article under the headline, he felt his breath hitch for a slight second.

A man was found in the bushes of East Park, unconscious with a gunshot wound in the leg. He was found by Heiwajima Shizuo, 24, and later identified as Kishitani Shinra, also 24, who is currently being hospitalized for the gunshot. He is in stable condition.

The article went on about how the reporter tried to interview Heiwajima Shizuo, which only ended up reading, "Heiwajima Shizuo has no comment on the event." which Izaya wasn't too shocked to see, but who on Earth would try to shoot Shinra? The man barely left his house, unless...

And that was when he came to his conclusion that the Robot Association found out about Kishitani Shinra. He was alive, but not for very long.

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After Notes

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