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Dreaming

The room was silent but for the breathing of the lithe man lying in bed. Izaya's arm was bandaged and in a sling to keep him from jostling it around too much. The blood on his face had been cleaned up and a plaster had been placed over the gash on his head. He was pale but seemed to be doing fine.

Izaya's eyes flickered behind his eyelids. He was dreaming….at least…he thought he was.

Izaya blinked in confusion as he turned in another full circle. This was definitely not Ikebukuro.

Trees as tall as skyscrapers curved around him in a full circle. The sunlight shone through the earthy green leaves into a small glade with wild flowers of so many colours. Izaya wasn't even sure what most of the flowers were, he had never seen some of them before. His feet carried him forwards towards the opening.

The air was warm but at the same time refreshing. It wasn't too humid and the wind wasn't unpleasant. It was just perfect. Izaya felt at peace here…but he wouldn't put his guard down so easily.

Izaya reached into his coat pocket and made sure that his switch blade was still there. Felling reassured he pressed forwards.

What was I doing before this? How did I get here?

"Where did you come from, stranger?" A light voice asked from behind him.

Izaya spun and jumped backwards in one move. He faced the voice ready to attack.

The voice belonged to a beautiful woman. Her hair was dark and where the sunlight hit her hair it almost looked purple. Her eyes were a deep red and her skin was fair. Her features although soft and womanly were also sharp and defined.

Izaya felt like he knew this woman.

"That's what I was just asking myself. Did you bring me here?" Izaya asked with narrowed eyes.

The woman raised an eyebrow and put her hand on her hips. "Why would I ask 'where you had come from' if I had brought you here myself?"

Izaya sighed. There was no point in arguing with this woman. He needed to leave. Shizu-

Wait. I was fighting with Shizu-chan, right?

Izaya put a hand to his forehead as it throbbed painfully.

He threw a stop sign at me.

"Oh, I think I might understand now." The woman said in a tranquil voice.

"What do you mean?" Izaya asked through gritted teeth.

" You are not supposed to be here. You are still alive." She smiled at him. "What is your name?"

Izaya narrowed his eyes in mistrust but found himself answering anyway. "Orihara Izaya."

The woman gave a little surprised gasp, raising both hands to her lips. "Well this is quite different. I see it has come full circle." She gave Izaya a small curtsy. "I am Orihara Sakuraya. It's a pleasure to meet you. "

Shinra had been poked and prodded the acorn. He had run countless tests and could not explain one of them. From what he could tell, this acorn, was not an acorn at all. It was something else entirely.

He had performed experiments on Celty's shadows before and from his scientific studies he could only concluded that the acorn had mystical properties.

What these properties were, he couldn't tell. He just knew that it wasn't something that humans should have.

[Is everything alright? What is it?]

"My beloved Celty! This isn't an acorn." Shinra announced.

[It looks like an acorn to me.] Celty typed and showed her phone to Shinra, her smoke puffing out in what seemed to be confusion.

"Exactly! I'm pretty sure that's what it wants you to think. It's an entity that has been given the form of an acorn."

Celty's smoke formed a question mark.

"No, I don't really understand it either." Shinra picked up the acorn and looked at it closely. "What is Izaya doing with it?" Shinra asked himself. "That is the real question."

Izaya sat opposite Sakuraya in the middle of the glade. Sakuraya had been picking wild flowers and putting them in a basket whilst she explained everything to Izaya.

"I'm sorry." Izaya said with a small sound of disbelief. "You're telling me that hundreds of years ago you fell in love with a forest god and died, and since then all your reincarnations have fallen in love and then been killed again?"

"Yes."

"And once they die, you inherit all their memories but the soul moves on."

"Indeed." She agreed.

Izaya shook his head. "Why doesn't the soul retain the memories?"

Sakuraya cocked her head to the side. "Were you not listening? It is a part of the curse for falling in love with a god. Slowly, but surly, the soul will forget the memories it once held. Making the god truly regret his decision till he is all alone with the shell of his once lover."

Izaya bit his lip, a habit that he thought that he had quelled years ago. It was a brilliantly thought out curse. Brilliant and terrible. It made him oddly angry that someone had done this to his ancestor. Even if he had never thought about her before.

"Is there nothing that can be done? If I got here there must be a way out for you."

She smiled sweetly at Izaya, raising a hand and pressing it against his cheek lightly. It felt warm and soft. Izaya had never really known his mother but he supposed this was what it was meant to feel like, a caring touch.

"Dear child, You are already doing it. You are not just a memory to be absorbed. You are soul and body as well. You can change the outcome."

Izaya moved out of her reach, standing up. "What do you mean?"

"You still do not understand, Izaya?" She stood, facing him.

Her white dress changed to match Izaya's outfit. Her hair became shorter as he watched, her eyes a little less feminine and a little more devious and her lips became thinner, forming a perfect smirk. She reached into her coat pocket as Izaya did the same. They both drew their identical switch blades at the same time.

"We're the same, ne." She spoke with his voice. She stepped forwards

Izaya sprang up in bed. His heart pounding, sweat beading on his forehead. His body ached from where he had fallen. He remembered being hit by the stop sign, that was the reality. He had just been having a weird dream. It wasn't real.

Izaya felt his hair. He felt something soft and smooth, pulling it out he stared at the wild flower in his hand.

"Orihara Sakuraya, huh." I thinks it's time for some research.

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