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

Last chapter, Masaomi and Saki were fighting but Shinra and Izaya lightened the mood with a translation mistake!

On with the story!

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Chapter 6

How To Remember A Song

The next morning, everyone was forced awake by screaming and bashing just outside the apartment door. There were demands in Furenchi and in Houjin. "Get down! Move! Where are they? Ou est le garcon et la fille?"

Masaomi grabbed Saki's hand and ran out into the living room where Shinra and Izaya were barricading the door. Shinra tossed them his phone, which Masaomi caught. He glanced at the screen. In Furenchi, it read, "They are here. They are after us, and they must know you're hiding us. We have to run!"

Masaomi nodded, grabbed Saki's hand, and ran to the window. He forced it open and climbed out. "Shinra! Saki!" he called and Izaya ran to the window. Masaomi stood on a fire escape, much like the one Shinra had climbed out onto when they were first after him. He helped Saki and Shinra out, leaving Izaya on his own, and ran hand-in-hand with Saki down the fire escape onto the streets.

They ran. For a moment, Masaomi thought they were running randomly with no destination, but Shinra had a better idea. He lead them to the boat that would take them to Japan. No one was sure if "they" were following them, but they didn't look back.

They had been running for a good ten minutes before they made it to the docks. Shinra could no longer stand and collapsed against the ticket stand while Izaya, only slightly breathless, flashed two passports (his and Shinra's) and bought a few tickets.

"Oh, non," Masaomi gasped, panting as Saki sat beside Shinra. He whipped out his phone, typed a message, translated it, and showed it to Izaya. "Our passports are back in the apartment. And we have no tickets to Japan."

Izaya nodded and whipped out his phone. He quickly dialed a number and waited a moment before someone picked up. Masaomi kept an eye out for anyone who might pose a threat. "Namie?" he asked. "Do me a favor, would you?"

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It had been a half-hour of waiting, catching their breathes yet too afraid to breath in case "they" could hear them, they finally boarded the ship and were on their way to Japan. No one said anything for the first few hours of the trip, too scared (or just not in the mood to talk in Izaya's case) to say anything.

Finally, Masaomi pulled out his phone and started to text. At first, Shinra thought he was texting a friend, until he realized the only person Masaomi had to text was Saki. Masaomi showed Shinra the screen and he realized this was how Masaomi was choosing to communicate.

Shinra swallowed and tried to focus on the message Masaomi had sent him, but he was focusing too much on the idea that this was how Celty communicated as well, and never had he felt so homesick. Masaomi blinked and nudged Shinra out of his thoughts. Shinra nodded and focused on the message. "Who are 'they'?"

Shinra looked up and swallowed. "The Robot Association," he said.

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There was no land for miles. And it scared Saki. She had left France, returning to Japan after all this time. She had forgotten how to speak Houjin. She feared she and Masaomi would be attacked by Blue Squares. Even worse, what if they were captured by the Robot Association?

She buried her face in her hands and rubbed her eyes. The moon was high above, shining down on the ocean. Stars watched her from their Heavens. Saki leaned her head back and stared up at the night sky, listening to the echos of the ocean lapping against the boat.

She needed solitude and serenity, tranquility for a moment. She closed her eyes and cleared her mind. Without thinking, she was beginning to hum. She knew this song. Where had she heard it before?

Saki didn't say anything and buried her nose into his chest. Masaomi held her close and hummed a gentle tune, picking notes out of the air at random and stringing them together in a soft lullaby. Saki closed her eyes and listened to the song, memorizing each breath and note. Slowly, the song began to repeat itself and, slowly, Saki began to memorize it.

Slowly, her eyes opened. Masaomi sang her this song, the day after they had been attacked by some Blue Squares not long after they had been caught up in the fight between Izaya and Shizuo some time ago. Masaomi had lost his ability to walk, and she and Shinra helped him learn but, ultimately, he had ended up running from the adrenaline rush trying to save Shinra and was able to walk on his own.

There were times Masaomi couldn't keep his balance and fell onto the couch or stumbled into the counter, but he was able to walk and run like anyone else. Saki smiled. She loved that idiot so much. Maybe now that they had left France, things would be better.

She hummed the tune once more, before turning and heading to her cabin to sleep.

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A few days later, they were finally on land. Masaomi was more than happy to be back on the ground and ran around in circles, trying to get the still lingering ups and downs of the boat on the waves. Izaya had adjusted quickly, as expect, but Shinra had almost gone overboard several times from sea sickness. Traveling just wasn't his thing.

"We're here," Shinra said to himself. He pulled out his phone and wrote a message. "We're still far from Ikebukuro, but that's not where we're going. We have to go to the base of the Robot Association somewhere in Tokyo and destroy it. Can you help us?"

Masaomi read the message, and turned to Saki. "Que pensez-vous?" Saki nodded once and Masaomi typed a message on his own phone. "We're up for it."

Shinra smiled. "I don't know where the Robot Association is," Izaya said while typing the message in French for the teenage couple. "so I'm going to ask Namie about it. Celty might know something, too. Until then, we'll have to lie low in a hotel."

The other three nodded and they started toward the closest hotel.

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It had been far too quiet for Shinra, Masaomi, and Saki. Izaya had left as soon as they found someplace to stay for the night. All there was to do was order room service (which Masaomi was still waiting on) and watching cheesy horror movies all night.

Although, after all they had been through, Saki wasn't scared. She would think back to how scared she and Masaomi were. They still had no idea what was going on, yet they knew that they were Shinra and Izaya's only hope now.

Fatigued, Saki sighed. She leaned against Masaomi's shoulder as a stupid girl bit the dust because she was looking for her even stupider boyfriend. She glanced up at Masaomi then turned back and sighed.

"I'm tired," she whispered.

"Then go to bed," Masaomi replied.

That wasn't what Saki meant.

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The next morning, Izaya returned. Shinra was almost shocked to him back at that time. He wasn't sure if he was expecting Izaya earlier or later. Just not then. Nothing was going on at the moment, but it felt like Izaya shouldn't be there.

A strange feeling.

"So?" Shinra asked, leaning forward on the couch. Izaya wondered what Shinra was doing; the TV wasn't on, there was no food around. Was Shinra just sitting there, waiting? Thinking? "What are we doing now? What's going on?"

Izaya sighed and folded his arms. "We're going to the Robot Association," he replied. "We're going to the heart of Tokyo. That's where their base is."

"So, no nukes this time?" Shinra joked.

Izaya smirked. "No nukes," he chuckled. "But we have something even better."

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"Holy shit!"

"Putain de merde!"

Both gasps were from Shinra and Masaomi, their jaws open and eyes wide. Saki was simply shocked into silence. Izaya smirked and patted the hood gently, as though trying not to damage the paint. "A beauty, don't you think?"

A beautiful, shiny black – sleek, fit for racing, and in perfect condition – Ferrari 458 Italia sat in a mall garage not too far from the hotel they were staying at.

Masaomi finally moved around the car, muttering something in Furenchi about the cars statistics, performance, engine, among other things. Nobody listened to him, only watched as he lifted the hood and almost squeaked, probably impressed by it's mechanics.

He slowly patted the hood back down and looked almost as though he was going to faint. Saki rushed to his side and started asking questions, which he only nodded to.

"Where did you manage to get this?" Shinra awed.

Izaya smirked. "Our courier delivered it," he said. "I said we needed something fast, fast, and she managed to get her hands on this sweetie."

Shinra simply nodded until Izaya's words actually process and whipped around. "You saw Celty?" he gasped, a mix on anger and surprise in his voice.

Izaya walked up to the car and simply waved. "Well, are we going to stand here all day or are we going to save Japan?"

Everyone glanced at each other and nodded.

Saki and Masaomi jumped in the back (but not without Masaomi arguing with Shinra for the front seat and Izaya to drive), Shinra in the passenger, and Izaya started the engine, the car revving silently and humming like a hummingbird. "Ready?" Again, everyone nodded. "Here we go."

He threw the Ferrari in reverse and backed out a little too quickly that anyone was expecting. Saki and Masaomi exchanged glances then quickly got on their seat belts.

Izaya laughed, stepped on the pedal. The tires screeched and the Ferrari jolted forward, fast and furious. The car disappeared in a flash down the road, invisible and silent.

Almost no one knew they were there.

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After Notes

I pretty much looked up "really, really nice cars" on Google and this was the first (well, second; I saw the Ferrari F430 first then clicked on the Ferrari 458 Italia and was like, "I want this car") car I saw. I glanced at the performance and, as long as it's fast, it will do.

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