Second chapter!

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The room was stark silent now. There was no movement, all looked simply like statues now.

Shinra was the first to speak in the room. "I…. Izaya, are you…. serious?"

Izaya simply stared at them. So, he was Izaya? It only made sense, if they continued to call him that. A small nod of the head was the only answer the received from the informant. He looked down at his wrists. A dull throb came from him, but whatever he was on was keeping the pain away.

But, it couldn't keep away the itching feeling that came from the bandages. His fingers began to lightly go under the gauze, only to be met by the rough feeling of the stitches, the broken feeling of his skin.

Shizuo grabbed his hand, and brought it away from his wrist. "Don't do that, flea."

A wingless bloodsucking insect? The nickname seemed oddly disgusting to Izaya. He frowned when Shizuo called him that, and wrenched his wrist out of the blonde's grip, non all too gracefully. He winced lightly at the pain that shot up his arm.

Although, a thought ran through his mind. The man had tried to help him, if not all that nicely.

"Izaya, you need to be careful with your stitches. We don't want them to come undone." Shinra said, pushing up his glasses.

"…. Why do I even have them in the first place?"

'That's what we were trying to figure out.'

Izaya is caught off by the phone, and the girl holding it. She had no head….. physically, that was impossible, but here she was…. His first thought was to scream. And so that's what he did, jumping in surprise at seeing her.

Shinra noticed the slight delayed reaction. It seemed he had to think over his actions, before they could actually be performed. A sigh ripped through the doctor.

"Two weeks ago, you were found in your office, Izaya, with cuts in your wrists. You'd tried to commit suicide."

Izaya looked at Shinra, a look of disbelief crossing over his face. "…. The hell, why would I try to do that?"

"We don't know, damn flea. So get your memory back, so we can kick your ass for whatever reason you had."

Izaya frowned at the blondie. Hostility, much? It was obvious they had not been on good grounds before he had lost his memory. And they probably would not be on good grounds after the given fact.

Shinra walked up to Shizuo, and whispered in to his ear. "May we talk?"

Shizuo nods and he gets up. Izaya watches them go, seeming frantic, not wanting to be left alone with the walking dead. "A-are you leaving?"

"Just for a second, Izaya. Just be good until we get back, okay?"

Izaya give a slight nod, before looking down into his lap.

Shizuo brought out a cigarette, and putting it in his mouth, lighting it. Shinra dare not ask him not to smoke.

Damn… The blond thought. He really isn't himself anymore.

And that was just fine with Shizuo. The flea had been a pain in the ass before, with all the smugness. This Izaya…. He didn't get angry around him. He was just so… pathetic now. There was no reason to be angry at a man who didn't even know his own past.

To anyone, they would have expected Shizuo to beat the informant to death, if something like this happened. But it wasn't going to be. This wasn't the Izaya he always fought with. That one was long gone, probably would never come back.

Shinra stopped when they were at a safe distance from the room, before clearing his throat. "Shizuo…. I have a favor to ask."

Shit. Shizuo knew he wasn't going to like this.

"What?" He said, quite clipped.

Shinra seemed nervous to ask the next question. "Well, Izaya, I don't think it would be best to leave him alone in this type of situation. I mean, he might get his memories back, and try to finish what he started…"

"… And?"

"Well, I think it would be best if… Izaya stayed with you. But only for a bit!"

Shizuo mulled this over. In any other situation, he would have cursed the doctor out, thrown a few things, then went and fight with the flea. But in this case, it wasn't so.

"… Only for a while."

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Shizuo walked into his apartment, followed by the informant, in his normal garb now.

The whole way there, Izaya had been jittery, flinching at the small things that happened. It was almost too much for Shizuo to take.

Shizuo went to his couch, and sat down lazily, taking out a paper and scamming over it, a sigh coming from him, as he snuffed out his cigarette in the ash tray. He looked up, seeing Izaya just stand there, looking around.

Reminded Shizuo of a lost puppy. Or more likely a cat.

"Oi, Fl-" The smaller man had made it quite clear he did not like to be called that. "Izaya. Why don't you come and sit?"

Izaya nodded his head lightly, as he went and sat down on the couch.

"…. Hey, Shizuo?"

It was almost weird to hear his name normally from the man. Shizuo looked over at him. "Yeah?"

"… What kind of person was I before?"

Shizuo looked at the roof, trying to think of the right words. How to explain, to someone who seemed ready to scream bloody murder if they even saw a bug?

"… To put it kind terms, an ass."

A small laugh came from Izaya, catching Shizuo off guard.

"Those are 'kind terms'?"

Shizuo smirks, ruffling the smaller male's hair. He didn't know why he did it, it just… happened. The smile on Izaya's face only grew wider. It was like a piece of heaven.

"There's no words to describe how horrible you were."

Izaya settled down deeper into the couch, feeling comfy, not just because of the couch, but because of the man's presence. But a question still irked at him.

"… Neh, Shizuo?"

"Hmm?" Said blond was still looking at the paper, but seemingly paying attention to Izaya.

"… We hated each other, didn't we?"

"Yeah, we did."

"Then why are you letting me stay here? And being so nice to me?"

Shizuo sighed, putting his paper down. "I hated the you before. The you now, I have no problem with. I have no hate for someone like you. I had hate for him."

"…. That's confusing, Shizuo."

Shizuo laughed lightly. "Not really. Just think it over a few more seconds."

And that is what Izaya would do.

The scene was just all too peaceful to Shizuo. Hate had turned into a more of a protective manner in a matter of just a few hours. He knew the informant would have people coming after him, especially if they knew he was in this kind of state.

Shizuo would either have to keep Izaya out of sight, or have to use violence.

But the way this new Izaya was, so jumpy and easily frightened, he doubted he would want to go out anytime soon. Which was fine with Shizuo. The way Izaya had changed so much, from just having lost his memory…. Was it the result of maybe having been jostled in other, more deep psychological ways…

Or was this just Izaya, underneath all that shit?

He shook his head, sighed, and went back to reading.

He didn't know how many hours passed, until he felt something softly hit his shoulder. He looked over, to find Izaya had dozed off. A sigh came from the body guard, as he lightly scooted out from under the man's head, lightly laying him down on the couch. He went rummaging for an extra blanket, and was soon graced with one.

Once he was sure the smaller male was secured, he yawned, and went to his room. He would have to get up early tomorrow.

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It was the mirror again. Izaya stared in to it, trying to find some remnant of his previous life.

But there was nothing. Just a cold emptiness that emanated from the mirror, sucking in anything it could find. He watched, as the mirror soon became like a tv screen, and relived the day. Izaya looked at it, a smile plastered on his face throughout all of it.

Even if he had thought he would not like the blond, he was most sure he was wrong now.

Now, every time he thought of the man that had been by his side since he had woken up, his stomach seemed to give flight, and his heat would pump just a few beats faster.

"Oi, you."

Izaya looked up to see…. Him.

But something was weird. He felt like he wanted to run away from this him, wanted to scream. But he couldn't, he could simply stare up at him from the sitting position he was currently in.

And that's when the stupidest question he could ask graced his lips.

"Who are you?"

The him standing laughed a manic laugh, making Izaya flinch. The he came, and took Izaya's chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting his head up, so red met red.

"I'm you, idiot."

Well duh, Izaya thought. But he knew it was his own stupid question.

"And I'm here to tell you something."

"… Eh?"

"Stay away from my Shizu-chan."

Izaya's eyes widened, as a memory flooded to him. Fighting, a dark alley, a vending machine, the same horrid laugh from before… a flick blade, pressed against skin, drawing a trickle of blood.

And then another memory. A wrist, pristine and white, surrounded by soft white fur. A blade taken to that wrist, and slashing away at it. But not too much. There was still another to be taken care of.

Izaya closed his eyes tightly, feeling tears escape his eyes. "Stop! Stop it!" He screamed.

"Eh? What's that?" The manic laughter broke out again.

"Stop, please! I'm begging you…."

Izaya felt his eyes fly open, Shizuo above him.

"Oi, Izaya! Are you alright? You started screaming."

Izaya tried to tell him what had happened, but before the first word escaped his mouth, all that had happened escaped his mind. And this scared him even more.

He grabbed on to Shizuo, as he let out sobs. Shizuo, unused to the situation, simply rubbed Izaya's back, telling him it was alright, that it was just a bad dream.

Soon, Izaya was done crying. He wiped away the extra tears, sniffing lightly. He lay back down, willing no more tears to escape. Shizuo slowly stood up, and began to walk back to his bed.

"Shizu-chan, I'm sorry…."

Shizuo stopped, eyes wide, as he looked back at Izaya, who was already in a deep sleep.

"… "

He rubbed the back of his head. Slowly, he began to walk back to his room. He was probably going to be tired tomorrow. Which was bad news for anyone who tried to attack Tom. Or make up lies about why they didn't have the money.

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o-o Well, there's chapter two. Sorry if it's kinda boring! X ] I had to have one of those chapters somewhere. Since I have most of the basic story out of there, I can move on to bigger and better things. : ] Review and all that good stuff.