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O REC 23:02
"I remember this old fairy tale of the swan maidens. A young man stumbles upon these beautiful women bathing- what a pervert, right? - who are actually swans. He sees the magical robes that allow them to transform back and he steals one, so one of the maidens cannot leave with her sisters. A pervert and a thief, you must be thinking. Well, since she cannot leave, the young man feigns ignorance and takes her into his care to live out their lives in domestic bliss. Or so he hopes. Hey Selty, have you ever heard of this fairy tale? Do you know if swan maidens are real?"

The young doctor turned away from the camera, addressing the Dullahan out of the frame. He leaned forward to see what was written on the phone extended towards him.

"Probably, but you aren't sure? I suppose without your full set of memories the knowledge of other supernatural creatures may be missing."

Is your documentary about fairy tales now?

"This story actually reminds me of you, Selty. If you think about it in the sense that your head is missing and you need your memories..."

That makes you a pervert thief, doesn't it?

Shinra laughed, leaning back in the high backed office chair. "A pervert, maybe, but I don't have your swan robe."

So what's the rest of the story?

"Right, I was getting to that. Well, the couple has several children and as they grow up, they sing a song revealing where the cloak is hidden. Or sometimes they ask why their mother weeps and find the cloak for her. Either way, the children are the one who leads her to find it and fly away. Which if you think about it, isn't very smart on the children's part considering how they don't have a mother anymore."

Selty rapidly tapped something out onto the screen of her phone, emphatically thrusting it at Shinra.

Children?!

Shinra couldn't help but laugh. Then he thought about it. "Well, someone knows. Maybe not your children," She couldn't bear any without functioning organs. "But the children of the city. Someone out there has to know, I guess," he admitted with some disappointment. "But is that really the issue, Selty?"

?

"I mean... what do you gain by recovering your head? Please, hear me out," he said, reaching boldly to stop her from typing a response. "It's not like your head was attached to your neck to begin with, right? "

You wouldn't understanfffksfkfl

Her body tensed up with surprise when he embraced her. He felt no heartbeat beside his own, but there was a peculiar vibration as if those smokey particles were all resonating at the same time.

"Maybe you should just accept things the way they are now." Shinra knew he was being needlessly selfish, but he needed to know. "You know I lo-"

Selty was saved by her phone beeping, alerting her of a new message. She read it too quickly for Shina to catch anything besides the sender's number- it was from Heiwajima Shizuo.

I've got to go.

Disentangling herself from Shinra, she left quickly, leaving the strained atmosphere behind.

Shinra sighed, leaning over to turn off the camera.

"Do you really want to fly away so badly?"

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When Selty arrived at the address Shizuo had sent her, she was greeted with a rather unusual sight.

"Take him," Shizuo growled, thrusting the unconscious Izaya towards her. She could tell it took every ounce of Shizuo's self control not to cast his nemesis into rush hour traffic. A black, amorphous shadow quickly materialized into a side car on the motorcycle and she gingerly put the unconscious man into the seat.

Shizuo was already halfway down the block, clearly disgusted with himself.

...This is strange.