Title: Dying Message
Rating: T
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya Shizuo x Psyche Shinra x Celty
Prompt from the Drrr Kink Meme: Inspired by Vocoloid Rin's Kokoro (heart) song and Vocoloid Len's Kiseki (memory) song.

PLEASE WATCH THESE TWO VIDEOS BEFORE YOU READ THIS FIC. IT DRAWS HEAVILY FROM IT.

Shizaya version:
youtube(dot)com/watch?v=0iZOl-2DiyM
youtube(dot)com/watch?v=H-3bVWeBSBI

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.

[Present time Day 5 –Morning-]

Shizuo woke up with a coughing fit. After his coughing finally settled, he looked at his bloody hand, which only reminded him again of that day a year ago as he had tried desperately to decipher that dying message.

The ex-debt collector swallowed the taste of blood that lingered at the back of his throat. He chuckled lightly as he mumbled, 'two months my ass…. It'd be lucky if I survived two more days…'

Shizuo could still hear Izaya's voice in his head.

'Seriously Shizu-chan, I don't know what can even kill you. I doubt even poison could kill you. I must say, I'm quite jealous of your vigor in life.

You will… never understand the meaning of clinging to life so frantically, not with you being so damn strong,'

Shizuo chuckled lightly as he looked out the window. "Sorry Izaya, for not understanding you back then. I hope I'm making it up for it now."

Psyche was next to him as he grabbed a napkin. He held Shizuo's bloody hand and started to wipe it clean. At first Shizuo almost instinctively pulled away, but then his mind told him that this wasn't Izaya's dying message and it was okay to clean it.

Shizuo took off the headset and looked at the pink device. It read 74%.

The blonde sighed, noticing that his breathing faltered as he did so. Within the privacy of their train cabin, Shizuo carefully took off his vest and shirt to peel off the bandages. Psyche was already ready as he took out the small first aid kit that Shinra had given them.

Shizuo scrutinized his grey skin, observing that he wasn't healing properly at all. Psyche already unrolled the fresh bandages and started redressing Shizuo's wound. The first thing Shizuo decided he would have to do was get a new outfit, since his was torn with bullet holes and soaked in his dry blood.

The train made an announcement as it broadcasted that they would be arriving at their destination in 15 minutes.

[Present time Day 5 –Afternoon-]

Shizuo frowned as he stared at the rows and rows of clothes. Psyche walked around the aisles, curiously looking at shirts after shirts. The clerk looked a bit nervous as he noticed that his customer had dry blood all over his clothes and murmured to himself how ominous this all was.

Shizuo scratched his head since he could not make his decision. In the end he asked the clerk, "Err… do you sell any bartender uniforms?"

With a new set of bartender uniform that actually fit him, Shizuo threw away his old outfit in the trash. This wasn't the outfit Kasuka had bought him, but Shizuo felt comfortable going back to wearing what felt most natural to him.

Shizuo and Psyche started walking down the streets of places the blonde had never been to. This was a new city for both of them. Shizuo kept a look out to make sure they weren't being followed but… from the corner of his eyes, he could see two strange dark figures stalking them.

"Psyche," Shizuo whispered quietly. "You are certain that we are not being followed?"

"Yes Shizu-chan. We are not being followed." Psyche said as he walked next to his master.

"This… may sound strange but do you see two dark cloaked figures anywhere near us? They're kinda wearing all black with a hoodie over his head, kind of tall…"

"No Shizu-chan. There is no one like that within 500 meters. My sensors are not picking up anything."

"I see… so only I can see them."

Shizuo fell silent as he continued to walk. Psyche continued to tag along. Voices of the dead continued to haunt Shizuo's mind as he carried on his journey.

'I despise your monstrous energy. I wish you even knew how lucky you are to possess such invigorating life within you. If only I had half of your strength, no, even a quarter…

But ah well, what do you know? You never understood a thing about me.'

"I'm always too late, isn't it Izaya." Shizuo said out loud. Psyche listened, confused as his master talked to 'Izaya' again. Psyche did not understand who this 'Izaya' was, since his program found no one in the vicinity of the same name.

"Why was I so stupidly stubborn back then…" Shizuo said as he looked back at Psyche, his eyes filled with guilt and regret. Psyche had walked a bit slower, giving his master some time to think. He stared back silently, waiting for a command. Shizuo smiled and said, "Come," and Psyche skipped over to his side and held his hand.

Shizuo knew he wasn't going to live long. He could hear the death's whispers and feel his body grow heavy each time he took a step. It was as if Izaya was with him, haunting him, waiting for him to die as his last vengeance. And Izaya was with him, as Psyche followed his steps, dressed in pure and pristine white. His own little grim reaper that Shizuo had created for his journey.

The blonde shook his head. Such grim thoughts were inappropriate and rude to his companion. Shizuo leaned over and kissed Psyche on the forehead and said, "Psyche, engrave this into your heart. Remember that you were born to be loved. No matter what happens, I love you very much."

Psyche nodded and replied, "Yes Shizu-chan," and recorded it in his memory chip, those words as well as Shizuo's sad brown eyes.

[Present time Day 6]

Shizuo and Psyche were still on the run. They had slept at a motel last night as Shizuo tried his best to add just a bit more into 'Project Psychedelic Dreamer.'

In the morning it read 77%. It was a jump, but not enough to make a huge dent. Shizuo knew his body won't last much longer.

The blond coughed again as coughing fits seized him regularly and each time he tasted blood. Shizuo could feel his heart pumping blood slowly and his body was sore.

Psyche gave his master a glass of water along with painkillers which Shizuo took daily. Once he took his pills Shizuo leaned against the wall, tired. He wasn't sure where to go. He had planned to leave the country but Psyche did not have proper identification card.

Shizuo did not mind dying. He deserved it. In fact, he would even welcome it to atone for his sins if it wasn't for that dying message and Psyche.

Psyche.

Suddenly, Shizuo jerked up and quickly asked Psyche, "Psyche! Did you eat yet?"

"I can not eat, Shizu-chan."

"I… I mean, charged your battery!"

"My battery level is at 42%."

"Shit! Please charge right now!"

"Yes, Shizu-chan," with that Psyche sat next to Shizuo on the small bed in the motel room as he plugged himself in to charge. Shizuo finally relaxed somewhat, his once rapidly beating up calming down a bit as he watched Psyche sit next to him quietly as he charged up.

"Psyche, even if I don't tell you to charge, please charge whenever you can, wherever you see any plug to charge. And please do so when no one is looking and try not to get caught." Shizo hugged his robot and gave him a tight squeeze.

"Yes Shizu-chan."

Shizuo sighed again deeply as his heart was filled with a new type of anguish. If he died, who would take care of him? Shizuo had created this robot out of his own selfishness, because he had to know what was the meaning of that blood pattern on his palm a year ago. Now he could not even properly take care of this being that he had created. Shizuo knew he had not much time left in this world and Psyche would be left alone. Shinra's words rang into Shizuo's heart.

'Whatever! It's still a machine! A robot! Not a human made with flesh and bones like you and me!"

You'll really regret this. Mark my words.'

"Psyche, I'm so sorry I spent my time sleeping instead of being with you. Why do I keep repeating the same mistakes over and over…" Shizuo continued to embrace Psyche tightly, his heart aching at the thought of leaving him behind. He did not care that he died, but Psyche did not deserve to be left alone like this. He could not have this robot suffer due to his foolishness of chasing after an impossible dream.

Shizuo pulled himself away just a bit, his hands still on the young robot's shoulders as he looked at him.

"Psyche, remember that you're a miracle. Do not ever forget that you were created to be loved."

"Yes Shizu-chan."

"I'm glad your memory chip never forgets anything. Let my words be your strength when you need it in the future Psyche," Shizuo smiled as he pet Psyche's soft hair.

"Yes Shizu-chan."

"Remember to take care of yourself first and foremost. Don't let anyone take advantage of you. If they try to harm you, you have my command to kick their ass, got it?"

"….yes Shizu-chan." Psyche's program was slightly confused at the commanded but it accepted the order.

"Maybe I should teach you how to fight. Those Nebula men are damn persistent hmm…" Shizuo contemplated the idea hard. Psyche just looked at his master confused.

"Thing is, I never took up martial arts. One or two punches and kicks were enough to have them flying so… well anyway. You have my order to kick some ass if they try to hurt you, got it?" Shizuo pat him on the shoulder.

"Yes Shizu-chan."

"Ok, now then. Ask me any question." Shizuo crossed his arms and waited.

"Question, Shizu-chan?"

"Do you have anything you want to know? Since I'm not sure what else I can teach you or tell you…" Shizuo wanted to make sure that Psyche could ask him everything and anything before he died. And everything he wanted to tell him would be just a repeat.

"Who is 'Izaya,' Shizu-chan? You talk to him all the time."

Shizuo's determined face turned just a bit soft at the question. Psyche's circuits wondered if that was a question he was not allowed to ask.

"Izaya huh…. I guess you have the right to know," Shizuo said softly as he gave it a thought. He had thought that Psyche would ask about himself, but the robot asked a question he did not even predict. Shizuo smirked.

"You're one of a kind, Psyche. Alright, let's see. Where to start," Shizuo looked up as he reminisced.

"Well, his name is Orihara Izaya. I used to call him…" Shizuo paused. He realized that he had never called him 'louse' or 'flea' after that incident where he saw Izaya on the floor at the hospital. A year had passed and Shizuo had completely forgotten that he had once called him 'louse' for several years. Shizuo smiled weakly. He would have to be very careful of what he says since this would be recorded forever. But he was glad that Psyche could never forget anything, unlike himself who had forgotten too many important things in the past.

"… never mind. I don't want you to record that. Anyways, Izaya is my high school classmate." Shizuo refused to use past tense.

"Izaya and I didn't like each other the moment we met. But well, not exactly. It was like we felt a spark, you see. I felt a strange pull. He kinda has this magnetic personality or something." Shizuo continued to talk on and on for hours and hours as he explained who Orihara Izaya was to him. Psyche recorded every image, every emotion and every expression that his master displayed. He had never seen his master so animated before and his circuit was quite surprised at such a rare finding.

"And he loves humans you see! It is kind of disturbing in a way since he isn't very nice to them, but one thing he always did say was 'I love humans!' At the time, I just scoffed at him and told him he's just a weirdo." Shizuo laughed heartily as he remembered. "Oh man, I never really understood him very much."

"I think you understood him a lot, Shizu-chan." Psyche commented softly as he watched his master smile for the first time. His program was satisfied to know that he was fulfilling his goal in making his master 'happy.'

"You… think so?" Shizuo thought about it as he leaned back. He wished Psyche was correct but he remembered Izaya's words telling him how he never understood him. Shizuo felt gloomy all over again.

Psyche's program told him that that must have been the wrong choice of words since his master stopped smiling.

"I'm sorry Shizu-chan, please don't be sad," Psyche said as he hugged Shizuo. He was programmed to smile and hug when he saw sadness. It was written in his code that it relieved pain and that was how one properly comforted suffering.

Shizuo quietly hugged him back and softly cried on his shoulders. Psyche's smile only brought him more heartache.

Psyche's circuit was more confused. Even though it was encoded that smiles brought smiles, all his smiles brought were tears. Tears from his master, tears from the twin ladies he met, and tears from every single person who was associated with 'Izaya.'

"Sorry about that Psyche…it's not your fault. Don't worry about it." Shizuo said as he sat up, wiping his eyes.

"You know, let's spend some time together," Shizuo decided. He only had few more days to live at best. He could not end it without giving some good memories to Psyche. No, he needed to give the best memories to Psyche. He owed him at least that much.

"Where would you like to go? Is there something you wanted to do?" Shizuo asked.

Psyche's program ran a search engine through his memory.

"Psyche would like his 'heart' to be completed." Psyche came to a conclusion, as his master's happiness was his final goal.

"Psyche… I don't think that's possible. We don't have complete memory of Izaya…" Shizuo's voice faltered just a bit as he finally admitted to himself.

"Then let's create it, Shizu-chan," Psyche smiled.

"Huh?" Now it was Shizuo's turn to be confused.

"Orihara Izaya-san loves people. You want to spend time with me. And there is a place nearby here that has a lot of people in one place."

Shizuo listened as Psyche's magenta eyes brightened and glowed.

"Let's go to an amusement park, Shizu-chan. I'm sure we can complete Izaya's heart there!"