A/N: GUYS. My mom's been forcing me to study alot and she's banning me from the com soon. So e_e er. I'll prolly either be going on hiatus till after my exam or I'll be slipping my friend some of my written work and hope she types it up and updates the fic for me. Excuses, I know. I'm sorry! ;u; This just really isn't my year or month w/e ;A;
Please Say You Love Me Too
Chapter 9
Shizuo was annoyed to say the least. It had been a week since Izaya had woken up. Shinra had promised to call if there were any changes in the informant's condition. A week was much too short for any sort of recovery, but Shizuo was not a patient person.
It wasn't like he was concerned or anything – of course he wasn't. He just hated the idea of Izaya not reacting like how he normally reacts when they both cross paths. In a way, he felt a little insulted that he was the only person that the flea had forgotten. Was he of so little importance that he could be cut away from the flea's memories just like that?
"Shinra." Shizuo growled into the phone, having dialed the doctor after deciding he could wait no longer.
"Ah, Shizuo. Is something the matter?"
A vein nearly popped. "You said you would call."
He head a light shuffling on the other line and Shinra saying a quick "Just leave it on the couch." Before turning his attention back to Shizuo. "Yes yes, but there isn't much to report on. He's just the same as ever. You can't expect him to make any developments in a week, Shizuo."
"…is someone there as well?"
"Mmhmm. That Kida kid dropped by to pay Izaya a visit this morning. He just bought some lunch from the store outside, hospital food is horrible after all."
"Kida…" Shizuo frowned, he hadn't known that the two were acquainted. But then again, this was Izaya he was talking about. "Is Izaya awake?" he asked again.
"Yeap, you wanna speak to him?"
"No." Shizuo said flatly. There wasn't much point in doing so anyway.
Shinra nodded on the other end. "That's fine. He's busy flirting with the kid anyways."
That upsetted him more than he would ever admit to himself. Being busy sounded just like the flea, except this time, his "busy" did not involve Shizuo in any way.
"Um, I gotta leave for home for a bit; Celty's calling. I'm leaving Kida with Izaya for now."
The creases above his eyes deepened. One, even though it was a hospital, he didn't like the idea of Izaya being alone with someone whom he did not trust. Two, he was just about to slap himself for thinking that way.
"Fine, I'm coming over."
"Eh?"
"I'm coming over." Shizuo repeated impatiently.
"Finally." Shizuo could almost hear the smile in his voice. "Izaya's been asking about you on and off. Just behave yourself when you're with him."
"Hurm."
Kida gave his thanks to the nurse after requesting for some privacy before turning to Izaya who was still bedridden. He was more than pleased when Shinra had asked whether he could watch over the man; he needed this time alone with the informant – he missed it.
Izaya was looking at him, just looking. It was hard to tell what the man was thinking since he had a poker face on.
"Izaya-san." Kida started, moving closer. "How are you?"
A smirk. "You've been asking me that for awhile. My answer remains the same: I'm bored."
Kida smiled back at him. "Is there any way for me to humor you?"
The informant shook his head, catching the hidden meaning behind Kida's words. "In case you haven't realized, I'm rather handicapped at the moment." He said, brushing his unbandaged right hand around animatedly.
The highschooler leaned over with a hand against the headboard of the bed, his face mere centimeters away from the informant's whoe smirk was stretching wider with each passing moment.
"You don't have to do anything," Kida whispered huskily against his ear. "Just let me handle it."
A strong grip on his arm stopped Kida from pressing his lips against Izaya's in astonishment. Izaya was supposed to be weak, and yet his grip was firm enough to hold him back. Kida looking up to find the informant's ruby red eyes searching him closely.
"Izaya-san…?"
"The last time you came to me. What happened?"
Kida blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Well, little pink ponies were trotting about in the room the last time you were there." (A/N: I'M SORRY I HAD TO PUT THIS IN. My friend scribbled it on my paper while I was writing in school and it was too funny to erase eWe)
"…why were you trying to make me feel better? Did something happen?" Izaya's grip on his arm was getting tighter.
"Izaya-san...you're not being very funny." Kida started. He wasn't sure what the man was getting at. Was he playing with him or something?
"I'm serious. You're merely a kid, and I don't see why I would have had the inclination to fuck you. But I did."
Stunned by the straightforwardness of the older man, Kida was speechless.
"Izaya-san, you're not acting like yourself."
The boy could only stare as Izaya started laughing to himself, quietly at first but then it grew into a maddening tone that almost made his skin crawl.
"I don't feel like myself." He released Kida slowly, eyes glued to the white bed sheets, a grimace replacing his earlier outburst. "I don't even know why I'm here."
Still rather unsure about the situation, Kida moved in to bury his face into Izaya's shoulder, thankful that the man did not resist. Izaya stared at the mess of blonde hair before him with an unreadable expression. He ran his good hand through the sepia coloured strands and felt a sudden pang of familiarity that oddly did not associated with the blonde.
"Izaya-san..-"
"You're here because you got into an accident, a serious one at that."
The two glanced up to find Heiwajima Shizuo leaning against the doorframe, glaring daggers at them.
There was that familiar pang again.
"Shizuo? What are you doing here?" He found it strange to have the words flowing out of him so casually, as if they had been talking with each other since forever.
"You're such a whore." Shizuo grumbled, throwing a pointed glare at Kida. "As always."
Izaya wasn't sure who Shizuo was accusing but ouch did it hit home hard, somehow.
Instead of giving a witty reply like he usually did, Izaya brushed the comment off completely and narrowed his eyes at the taller blonde, saying "Shinra won't tell me anything."
"…get him to leave." Shizuo looked away from them, slightly disturbed at the close proximity between the two, it didn't help much that Izaya's hand had snaked it's way down to Kida's waist.
Kida didn't like where this was going. They were treating him like some random kid who didn't belong in an "adult's" conversation. He looked at Izaya, half hoping for the informant to let him stay.
He was disappointed.
"Kida, go. I have some things to discuss with Shizuo."
"You seem to know me."
"Mmm."
"And I seem to know you."
"Nnn."
"Say something damn it." Izaya growled.
"What do you want me to say?"
Izaya clicked his tongue irritably. "An insignificant person to me would not be visiting me every now and then. Besides, you were the first person I saw when I woke up here."
Shizuo tensed up, already knowing what was coming next.
"Something happened between us didn't it?" Izaya spoke carefully, not really giving the other man any time to reply him. "Those blank spaces in my memories, they're all you, aren't they?"
The blonde opened his mouth but said nothing. For once, he had nothing to say to Izaya. He knew Izaya was smart, but he hadn't counted on the possibility that the informant might actually be able to sum things up so soon.
Catching the change of expression on Shizuo's face, Izaya frowned, knowing his words to be right.
"It's just like some sappy love story, isn't it? I lose my memory in the accident. Except, the only thing that I can't remember is you, or rather, who you are to me."
"You're right. It does sound lame." Shizuo finally found his voice again.
"I don't like being kept in the dark Shizuo…"
"I know that."
Izaya seriously felt like chucking something at the man now, a trash can maybe, he had no idea why. The blonde was pissing him off in more ways than one. He had never felt this much need to know, to understand. However, for the first time in his life, he had found the one information that he could not obtain by money or his underhand methods.
I can't stand looking at you and not knowing why I feel like I might just lose my mind.
"I'll find out, one way or the other."
"Izaya," What? Just give up? Good luck? He didn't even know what he wanted.
"Why won't you just tell me?" The way he voiced his words made Shizuo's heart clench.
"Because, it isn't something you should hear from me. Or Shinra. Or anyone else for that matter." Shizuo's voice was strained.
It was like a battle where both sides weren't willing to give in. No matter what Izaya did or said, Shizuo would not budge. This was something that the man had to settle by himself whether he liked it or not, or at least, that was what Shizuo thought.
"Fine." Izaya growled, setting his foot down at last.
Shizuo nodded, "I'm heading off now, you can call your pet back if you want to."
"Perhaps I would."
They were both being stubborn, and they knew it.
The blonde stuffed his hands into his pocket before ripping his glare away from the informant, turning it to the door which he took heavy steps to instead.
"By the way, I'll be heading off to Russia for a while."
The informant's words stopped him in his tracks.
"What?" Shizuo could not understand why he was this uneasy about the idea.
"After I'm able to walk on my own, of course. I got a call from one of the Bratva just two days ago; they need me there."
"The Russian Mafia? Are you insane?."
"Is Shizu-chan worried about me now~?"
Almost immediately, Izaya clamped his good hand over his mouth, shocked at the slip of that pet name. Despite the nice roll it had against his tongue, he felt extremely awkward using it. Heck, he didn't even know where he had plucked it from.
Brushing off the look Shizuo gave him, Izaya fixed his gaze on the empty flower vase beside him, feeling a small smile creeping against his lips for no particular reason at all.
"It's just a job. I get it done properly, and I get back alive and unscathed. Easy as that."
Shizuo knew he would soon regret not forcing the flea to reject the job. He gave a pathetic excuse of a snort before walking out of the room, unable to stand the air of uneasiness clouding the whole area any longer.
I'm 3/4 done with my other fic XD Will have it up by tomorrow!
In case you're wondering, this fic's ending soon :( I'm both relieved and sad at the same time lol.
