SEQUEL

Title: Filled to the Brim Again
Rating: M
Pairing: Shiki x Izaya later Shizuo x Izaya
Prompt from the Drrr Kink Meme: I want a hot smut Shizaya continuation. Is that too much to ask, dear anon-san? ;_;
Uhm... I have a few things in mind..
Cowboy!Izaya, 69, Izaya being forced to call Shizu-chan "master"? ;o;, dry orgasm, Izaya coming without being touched, HAIR PULLING OHGODYES;o; and uh... Iderno. You can add anything you want.

Would it be weird if I asked for some spankies...? /

Author's Note: ... trying to fill all those smut requests resulted in this monster OTL (I don't think I can fill all those in that list but I'm trying to get as close as I can)

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.


Shizuo had just come home when his phone rang. He picked it absently thinking why Shinra would call him since he had just seen him this morning.

"Hey what's up?"

"Shizuo! Oh good, glad you picked up! I have a good news! And well, bad news too but..."

Shizuo's ears immediately perked. Good news meant only one thing.

"Did Izaya...!"

"Wait, first. I want you to hear me out. I don't want you to rush into things."

"Fuck that! Did Izaya wake up?"

"Yes, but..."

"I'm on my way." Shizuo was about to turn off his cell.

"Wait, wait! You can't come yet! Shizuooo!"

"Why?" Shizuo frowned.

"Oh good, you're still on. Look, the doctors need to examine him first. They're running tests on him and..."

"Well, you're there! I obviously can be too!"

"And secondly, the twins are here..."

Shizuo gritted his teeth. "Well too bad. This time I'm not going to give in to them. I need to see Izaya and..."

"Wait, wait! I need to tell you the bad news!"

"...Izaya... can't walk?" Shizuo's heart froze at the thought.

"Well, it's too early to tell but that's not it."

There was a brief silence as the doctor took a staggering breath. Shizuo could almost see his friend adjust his glasses on the bridge of his nose as it was his habit.

"...Izaya. . . was in comatose state for too long so. . . he will have to go through heavy physical therapy to recover his limb coordination. And secondly, this happens to many patients who was in a comatose state for a while and. . . well he's suffering from amnesia."

"..."

"It's totally normal Shizuo! He can perform his usual daily functions so his mind has not regressed to that of a child. It's just that. . . his memory became dormant. But, many can recover from it! It might take awhile but..."

"So Izaya lost his memory." That dreadful feeling came back as fear clutched Shizuo's heart and sunk its talons deep within him.

"Yeah... he doesn't even remember his sisters or his parents... and of course, he doesn't remember me or his middle school years. And... he doesn't remember himself. So of course... he doesn't remember. ..you either."

Shizuo felt the vertigo shake him as those words were said to him like a proclamation of his worst fears becoming reality.


When Shizuo was allowed to visit Izaya, four days had already gone by. Shinra had kept telling him that Izaya was too weak for visitations and that the doctors were running too many tests when he was awake. Izaya needed as much rest and sleep whenever he was not being put through tests after tests on his body.

Until Shinra accidentally slipped that Shiki had visited Izaya.

At that point, it did not matter that Shinra quickly tried to explain that Shiki had visited him to explain what he needed to say when Izaya had to face the questions from reporters and police regarding the gun affair incident. Shizuo marched straight to the hospital and demanded that he meet Izaya.

The same two nurses quickly recognized the blond man with the blue shades in bartender outfit this time, the man who had crushed their window and the walls during their nightshift when Shizuo had come with Celty few months back. They quickly ushered him to Room 404.

Once Shizuo came to the 4th hallway, it was chaos. There were reporters lined up to try to get a glimpse of Izaya for a quick photo. There were police officers arguing with the nurses for admittance. The one tall and stiff looking nurse was saying loudly that they'd already had their chance interrogating the patient for an hour and Orihara-san needed his rest.

Shizuo walked passed the crowd with a calm determination. One reporter recognized him and quickly raised his camera to snap a shot, but when the blond debt collector turned to glare, he quickly cowered and rethought his decision.

He tried to walk passed the nurse when the stuffy woman grabbed his arm and said, "Hold it. Only family members and close friends are allowed."

"I am his close friend." Shizuo said calmly and quietly, though the young man's voice was firm.

The nurse didn't budge as she stood in the frontline like a brave warrior's last stand on a battle field. "And your name?"

"Heiwajima Shizuo."

"Your name is not listed as a close family member or friend young man." She said firmly after she looked down at her pad she held for confirmation.

"Izaya obviously lost his memory and can't remember me. But I am his friend." Shizuo's eyes slanted just a bit as he looked intensely at the woman.

After several seconds of intense exchange between the two, the older woman nodded.

"Alright, you may go."

"Thank you." He simply said as he walked on.

The police officers and the reporters gasped out loud and protested loudly but the matron nurse held down her fort firmly with her mop in hand, refusing to budge.

Once in front of the door, Shizuo knocked three times to give Izaya a fair notice before he opened and walked in.

"Ah, isn't it a bit too early for you guys to…." The crimson eyed young man's voice trailed off as he turned to face his visitor.

"You're not my sisters."

Shizuo nodded in confirmation as he stood next to him. Shizuo felt his throat tighten and his heart race even as he was relieved to see that familiar playful glint of scarlet irises curiously look up at him. He had seen Izaya limp and unconsciously sleep on this bed for too long and turmoil of emotions wrecked his body at seeing him even slightly animated.

Shizuo adjusted his shades, hoping the nose piece wouldn't pinch the skin between his eyes too much least he shed a tear.

"Oh come now. Don't look at me like that." Izaya scoffed, waving his hand. "I'm kind of tired of people crying over me. It's really old news."

"You haven't changed, despite the lack of memory." Shizuo smirked.

"How did you manage to bypass everyone? I believe only my sisters and Shinra were allowed to visit me. Did you bribe someone like Shiki-san? Now that man's quite an interesting one." Izaya's eyes grew unfocused at the thought.

Shizuo almost scowled at seeing Izaya think of Shiki with that look. It was as if Shiki of Awakusu-kai would always continue to haunt him in his pursuit of a relationship with Izaya.

"And?"

Shizuo blinked as Izaya glared back up at the blond.

"And? Why are you here? I take it that from the descriptions my sisters gave me, you are Heiwajima Shizuo, my forsaken enemy?"

Shizuo's eyes twitched slightly at the word 'enemy.'

"We're… not enemies." Shizuo said, at first sounding uncertain, but ending with confidence.

"Oh? You are Heiwajima Shizuo, right?"

Shizuo nodded.

"The Heiwajima Shizuo I take it? The one who can uproot sign poles and vending machines, throw them at my face, chase me down until I can't run anymore and beat the shit out of me until I'm hospitalized, Heiwajima Shizuo?"

Shizuo winced.

"Th-that's… I'm not like that anymore."

"Hmm~" Izaya leaned back on his pillows. Shizuo noted several plushies next to Izaya, which he guessed were gifts from Kururi.

"Well, you haven't dropped a vending machine or thrown me out the window yet I suppose. So what brings you here, Heiwajima-san?"

Shizuo didn't like that tone nor being called so formally, but it couldn't be helped, he decided. Izaya didn't remember him… or so everyone had said.

"Izaya… I came to see… how you're doing." Shizuo looked slightly embarrassed at saying the typical lines.

"Well I'm doing fine. So you can leave now." Izaya shooed him.

Shizuo tried again.

"Well, how are you feeling? Are your legs alright? Can you walk again? And.."

Izaya sighed, looking drained and bored at the typical pattern.

"Look sir. I don't remember you, nor do I care. I'm kind of tired of answering all these questions as soon as I'm awake so if you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep before those two girls come and harasses me for another hour or two."

"Ah… then I'll come another time." Shizuo nodded, shuffling his feet awkwardly. He was glad to see that Izaya was awake. More than glad. But strangely a subtle pain took hold of his heart at hearing cold words from Izaya. It wasn't as if Shizuo had expected Izaya to jump into his embrace and say embarrassing confessions but this wasn't what Shizuo wanted either.

"Just one thing." Shizuo spoke up, his voice hesitant. "Do you… really not remember anything?"

"Nothing. I didn't even know my name when I woke up." Izaya shrugged. Shizuo was confused at his lack of care on the subject. But he decided he had overstayed. Something kept tugging at his heart but he decided to say goodbye and left for the day.

The next day, Shizuo visited Izaya again during lunch time when the two sisters were in school. Izaya was reading a rather thick book when Shizuo walked in. Glancing up, Izaya sighed when he noticed his blond visitor. He raised his hand and took off his reading glasses. For that one second, Shizuo thought Izaya wearing a reading glasses was kind of sexy. Then he realized it was one of the first time he had ever thought Izaya could be sexy and felt his cheeks slightly heat up at the thought.

"You again." Then a second later, Izaya added, "…sir."

Shizuo didn't like being called so distantly. Lack of memory or not, he could feel Izaya pushing him away. Despite it, Shizuo walked forward.

"What are you reading?" Shizuo asked instead as he placed a small bundle on the floor and sat next to him. Izaya merely shrugged.

"Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy. Shinra said it was one of the readings I used to read so he told me to give it a try in case it triggers my memory."

Shizuo looked at the thick book.

"That's not in Japanese."

"Correct. How acute of you." Izaya rolled his eyes at the obvious. Shizuo really didn't like that either but calmed his anger.

"What I mean to say is, you can remember other languages but you can't even remember your friends and family nor your name?"

"Correct. That's how these things work Heiwajima-san. When a person suffers from a brain trauma and in a case where amnesia occurs on a person, the procedural memory could be intact but declarative memory can be disturbed instead so whereas to…"

"Okay, I get it. Don't use terms like Shinra, it doesn't make any sense to me." Shizuo held up his hand in defeat. A corner of Izaya's lips turned upward at seeing the blond easily give up.

Shizuo decided to change the subject as he placed the bundle in his lap and started to unwrap them. "I brought you lunch by the way."

"Lunch?" Izaya frowned as he looked over. His frown grew to a scowl as Shizuo took out a cute yellow bunny printed lunch box.

"I figured you must hate the hospital food." Shizuo said shyly.

"Yes, but the girls always sneak in with food for me so there's really no need." Izaya felt revolted at the idea of this strange man cooking for him. 'Wasn't he supposed to be my enemy? Are these poisoned? Is this a new way to kill me?' he thought to himself.

"Ah, I see… but you said you really wanted me to cook you this dish so I tried it. I've been trying to perfect it for two months now so…" Shizuo smiled shyly again, half embarrassed to admit it and half proud of his handiwork.

"I? Asked you to cook for me?" Izaya's voice hit two octaves higher as he squeaked.

Shizuo looked over, slightly surprised. "Yeah. I figured maybe if you eat your favorite food, you might start remembering more? Besides it's your favorite food so… even if you can't remember, you'll probably like it more than the hospital food, right?"

"Wait, wait, wait. Let's go back a second here. First of all, I'm sorry but everyone told me you are my sworn enemy. I can't trust anything you are gonna try to feed me so…"

Shizuo turned the bento box. On the side there was a taped note that read [Shizu-chan~! Remember to feed me with this bento box one day! Until then, you better sharpen up your cooking so you don't poison me~ I'll be waiting! – From Orihara Izaya]

Izaya frowned at the note taped onto the box accusingly.

"I don't remember writing this. Besides, you could have forged my handwriting and…" Izaya stammered as he tried to think of an excuse.

"I'm not that smart Izaya." Shizuo frowned.

"I don't know that! For all I know, you could have been planning to kill me for the past two months I've been in a coma!"

"If I've been planning to kill you, I would have killed you when you were in a coma. Now stop thinking I hate you, because I don't. Now try it, I think you'll like it." Shizuo placed the bento in Izaya's lap.

Izaya stared at the bento box as if it was a snake and blanched at the idea of eating cooking from another man.

"Okay Heiwajima-san. Look, I don't want to offend you since clearly everyone has warned me that you have some incredible supernatural powers and physical abilities that I can't win against in my current situation, but… don't you think it's weird to cook for another guy? And I really don't see why I would ever ask you to cook for me. Ever." Izaya emphasized the last word clearly as possible with an accented mark.

Shizuo calmly observed Izaya for a moment. Shizuo understood that Izaya didn't remember him and perhaps he was moving too fast but…

"Because we're lovers." Shizuo decided to say.

Izaya spluttered. "E-excuse me?"

"Because we're lovers." Shizuo sighed. "You gave me this bento box and cook books. You told me you wanted me to cook for you."

Izaya stared at Shizuo, wondering if this man was either nuts or trying to trick him. Seeing his gaze, Izaya decided that this man was being honest.

"I'm sorry to say, I'm not attracted to you, Heiwajima-san." Izaya said in a clear and firm tone.

"And I'm really not interested in eating cooking from a man. Especially you." Izaya refused, pushing the bento away from him with a single fingertip with a clear look of disdain on his face.

"Look, at least try it. It's your favorite food. Maybe you'll remember something." Shizuo insisted, pushing it forward. His feelings were hurt but he kept telling himself that what's important wasn't trying to make Izaya accept him or getting hurt by Izaya's rejection but trying to help Izaya recover and remember.

"I said I'm not interested." Izaya pushed it back.

"Give it a bite." Shizuo pushed it forward again.

Just the thought of eating another man's cooking made Izaya's stomach churn.

"I've already eaten and I'm not hungry." Izaya firmly pushed it away from him.

"Izaya…!" Shizuo growled lowly.

Izaya looked up at him defiantly, fed up with this childish tug of war. He picked up the bento and chucked it into the trash can next to him. Then he looked back at Shizuo smugly.

"Are you angry, Heiwajima-san? Are you going to crush me in my bed?" Izaya teased, his scarlet eyes almost swirling with intensity.

Shizuo gritted his teeth and tightened his fist as he tried his best to quell his anger.

"Look. I'm not going to hurt you anymore." Shizuo let out a heavy sigh.

"Oh? Why? Because we're lovers? That's quite hard to believe." Izaya shrugged. "Why would I love you? It makes no sense to me. I'm much smarter than you and I'm clearly the one with financial stability. Besides, everyone seems to know that you used to chase me down in rage. Maybe it's you who's trying to use me. I can't see a single reason for me to love a monster…" Izaya dragged the last word out to make a point, staring at Shizuo to watch the effect it had on him. He smirked when he noticed Shizuo's face falter. "… when I'm clearly the superior human being."

Shizuo's heart pounded, no, thundered in his ears as the blood rushed throughout his body.

Out of habit, his hand fingered the letter in his pocket which had always kept him from exploding in anger or sadness. Then he remembered the content of the letter.

He hurriedly pulled it out.

Izaya blinked when the neatly folded papers were handed to him.

"What's this?"

"Your love letter… you gave to me."

"I? Gave to you?" Izaya took it in disbelief and partial scorn. He skimmed through it roughly.

"It's a proof that you were the one who first confessed to m…"

Before Shizuo could even finish, Izaya stopped reading the letter mid-way and folded it back together.

Then he ripped it in half.

And another half. And then another, shredding the precious pieces of paper into litters.

With an inconsiderate shrug, he tossed it back to the blond ex-bartender.

"Too long, didn't read." was all Izaya said with a semi-devious smirk.

Shizuo watched in silence, his expression unreadable behind those blue shades as the paper flakes fell from his face to the floor.

"Angry?" Izaya smirked, testing his waters.

"No." Shizuo shook his head. His heart tore into pieces along with the letter but he refused to show the pain in his face. Instead Izaya was startled to see a calm and gentle smile on the blond's countenance.

"The real thing is in here." Shizuo said as he thumbed his chest. When Izaya cocked his head in confusion, Shizuo explained further. "I've memorized it."

"Pfff… Puhahahaha!" Izaya chuckled out loud, his shoulders shaking as he laughed at the man's cheesy line.

"You memorized the letter? Wow, obsessive aren't you?" He still giggled, a tear forming in one eye from laughing too much. With a small sneer, Izaya added softly, "how disgusting."

Shizuo did not say anything to that, his head feeling light-headed and his ears thundering loudly with his own heart beat. He took a quiet intake of breath and let it out slowly. Then he bent down to pick up the pieces of the letter carefully, making sure he picked up everything.

"Oh my, now you're crawling on the floor for trash? Haha, you're like an insect! Lower than a human. I remember my sisters said you used to call me 'flea', but who's the flea now?" Izaya continued to laugh at Shizuo as he silently picked up all the pieces of the letter from the floor.

After he quietly pocketed all the letters from the floor, he retrieved the bento box from the trash bin.

"Are you really gonna eat that trash now?" Izaya smirked as he watched the tall man, wondering how far he could push this man's button.

"I can always feed it to birds." Shizuo quietly replied as he bundled it back up.

"Heh… so Heiwajima-san likes peace like his name indicates? How laudable." Izaya snickered scornfully.

After packing up, Shizuo left. Izaya relaxed as soon as the man left, the tension leaving him.

'Hope the bastard never comes back.' Izaya thought to himself, sinking into his fluffy pillow, humming to himself pleasantly as he waited for the girls to visit him. Especially the one with the bigger boobs.


Shizuo walked silently back home, his heart crushed yet strangely devoid of any emotions. His legs were on autopilot as he walked back the familiar streets to his house.

He placed the bento box in the kitchen then he took out the crumpled pieces of letters onto his morning table.

'I should get some tape…' Shizuo thought to himself dumbly.

He moved listlessly, his hands and legs moving like a robot rather than through his own controlled mind. The debt collector had indeed memorized the letter and Izaya's neat handwriting and though it was a lengthy letter, he was able to match up the pieces of the puzzle.

He had finished piecing together three pages and it wasn't until he reached the words, ' The parts you want to hide, the parts you want to erase,' when his fingers faltered.

He found the next parts, 'the parts that embarrasses you, the parts that you hate,' and fingered the tattered edges with his fingertip.

"I love them…" Shizuo said out loud softly in his silent apartment, feeling his voice sound hollow and crack as tears welled up in his eyes finally. Emotions swelled up and screamed at him to be let out and the blond started to choke out the feelings that were bottled up inside.

"Sorry Izaya... I guess this is how you must have felt when I crumpled your first letter and stepped on it back in high school..." Shizuo fingered the scars the love letter now carried on top of the tapes like bandages.

Wiping his wet cheeks with the back of his hand, he went back to work. He still had few more pages to tape back together.


Author's Note: Yay Izaya's awake and the dream is over ^^;

To those who have guessed the coma AND amnesia, yes you got it right. Even if people were guessing it, I didn't want to change my story just because it's predictable .;; I still don't plan to change anything in my fic even if people guessed the flow of the story right. And from what I read, people who have been in a coma normally have amnesia when they wake up, so I didn't want to make the fic too unnatural.

I'm sorry for those who think it's too cliche but if it's any consolation, I don't plan to go the route of "Shizuo takes Izaya home and takes care of him." (Don't get me wrong, i LOVE those fics to death but that's not the prompt of this fic so it will go a different route. ) Hopefully it will continue to be interesting.

Thank you for still reading my fics even if you guys think it's too predictable and cliche. Thank you again *heart*


Ling Mei Mei: Lol... i think that should be a fic of it's own. This fic will be taking a different route :3

Morena Evensong: Ah thank you! i'm glad you noticed that the dream is kind of like abstract summary of fttba pfff... and yes i showed what's going on irl coz it's like how sometimes irl stuff can affect the dreams. :3

blackwingsgreeneyes: Awww thank you! I always appreciate that you review every single chapter!

oCherryxLimeadeo: Yes I love torturing you. I'm sadistic like that ^^;;