As they walked out of the hospital, Shizuo looked around in wonder.
"Wow! What city is this?"
Izaya sighed; this was going to take some getting used too.
"Ikebukurko."
"Nice! So where do I live?"
"With me of course!"
"Wow! So my best friend is also my roommate! Awesome!"
Izaya struggled to hold in a burst of laughter. This was so unreal, so hilarious, he was so glad he had installed those video cameras at his house. This new way of life was going to be so interesting. The way he felt as he walked down the city streets with Shizuo gaping at every street sign and storefront was incredible.
They arrived at Izaya's flat and Izaya sat Shizuo on the couch with a mug of coffee while he quickly ran down the hall to prep one of the spare rooms into Shizuo's room.
A futon was unrolled and clothing was scattered about for the effect. He took his time, leaving Shizuo to fend on his own.
Shizuo sat by himself. Minutes passed and he continued to sit there, staring at the passerby's in the city. Everything was so different, so new. It was comical in a way. He smiled to himself. He liked this new life, this new start. He had never known such bliss. He stared out at the city of Ikebukuro. The sun was setting and the streets were busy with traffic and pedestrians.
Shizuo diverted his attention from the windows and looked down the hallway. What was taking Izaya-kun so long?
Probably using the bathroom or something. He rested on that assumption and continued to stare out the window.
Izaya finished preparing the room and began to pace about, devising his plan for the thirteenth time, checking for any flaws.
He had decided to tell Shizuo that he was also his assistant in his "business". Then, he would have to keep him from learning the truth about his past from outside sources. Izaya snatched his cell phone from his pocket and proceeded to call a few sources of the supposed trouble.
"Hey its me, yes, he's fine. He went through amnesia and can't remember shit though. Thinks he is something else. I'm taking care of him for now. Don't remind him of his past or of his strength because it makes him terribly depressed. It is best to keep silent. Yes. Spread the word. I'm counting on you, bye."
He shut his phone and walked out of the room with a smirk.
Shizuo looked up. "What took you so long Izaya Kun? I was getting worried?"
"Oh nothing, had to make a business call."
Shizuo nodded and stretched his long legs across the coffee table.
"So what are we having for dinner? I'm starving!"
Izaya thought for a moment. He had planned for this question, of course. He smiled as gently as he could manage at Shizuo.
"We're eating here, I'm cooking."
"Wow, do you always cook for me?"
"Of course, I'm the only one that can."
He snatched up the TV remote and flicked on the large flat screen. Commercials, whatever.
"I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything."
"Alright Izaya Kun."
Izaya strolled into the kitchen and collapsed onto the counter in a fit of hysterical giggles. This was WAY too entertaining. If he knew it would have been this entertaining he would have put Shizuo in a coma years before this.
He snatched up his cell phone and checked the time. 6:30. Time to call his sources.