Previously on MPD, Shizuo and Psyche had some alone time, but Kasuka wasn't exactly a happy camper about that. And now that he was chloroform, what exactly will he do to the loving couple?

Special shout out to Izzy-baka and Fujoshi101: hehehe, you guys weren't far from the truth~ Enjoy as your thoughts become reality ^^

MPD: MultiPersonality Disorder
Chapter Twenty: He's Not Yours

Yawning and sitting up, Shizuo stretched in bed, gazing at his lover's sleeping face. He smiled a bit, running his calloused hands through soft raven locks. "…Izaya… what have you done to me?"

The amnesiac informant nuzzled the warm appendage, hugging Shizuo's leg and latching onto him. "Mnn I love you Shizuo…"

The blonde's eyes softened and he sifted his hand through the other's hair. "…I love you too Izaya," he kissed his lover's forehead and eased the man off of him. Stretching his arms to the sky, Shizuo headed out to the kitchen, reaching into his fridge for a carton of milk. As soon as he shut the door, however, a wet cloth was shoved in front of his mouth. He twisted around, catching a glimpse of his attacker before his vision blurred.

Utensils clattered onto the floor as Shizuo stumbled through the kitchen, grasping the counter and attempting to lift it. But his muscles were freezing up and he ended up falling on the floor.

"I'll see you soon," a familiar voice intoned before cold flesh pressed against his eyelids.

Later

Izaya rubbed at his eyes, looking around for Shizuo and frowning when the bed felt cold. He stepped outside of the bedroom and padded toward the living room, halting in shock when he saw the messy display of forks and knives on the floor. "Shizuo?" the ravenette ran into the kitchen, wildly looking around for any kind of clue.

"You won't find him hear Orihara-san."

The informant jerked up straight at the voice and whirled around, glaring at Kasuka. "What the hell did you do to Shizuo?"

"I knew you were acting," the actor had his arms crossed, face set in his usual emotionless mask. "Why are you getting close to niisan?"

Izaya tensed, growling lowly. "What the hell are you talking about? Acting? Getting? I already am close to him, if you haven't noticed."

"You never lost your memory, did you?"

The red eyed man was silent before he chuckled darkly. "No, I did lose my memory, for a few days, but when I met you I had full recollection."

"What are you trying to achieve?"

"I love Shizuo. He's mine," Izaya's eyes shined with anger. "So give him to me."

"You're wrong about that, Orihara-san," Kasuka walked up to the informant. "Shizuo is mine."

Something snapped in Izaya and he reached in his pocket for his trusty flick blade, but it was nowhere to be found. 'Shit, I left it because I had to keep up my Psyche persona!' a fist punched Izaya in the face, knocking him back.

"Stay away from us, Orihara-san," the actor opened the door to his house, looking back at his enemy.

"Shizuo never loved you."

Sorry for the short chapter and I should have clarified last chapter that when I meant "I'm back" I meant only weekly updates :( sorry guys, but between schoolwork and my emotional wreck of an attitude, biweekly updates would take a miracle

Oh and the cloth is wet because Kasuka practically doused the thing with chloroform. When against Shizuo… y'know…