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This chapter clarifies some things in the plot.
Once again, enjoy! ~I'm posting another chapter asap after this cause' it's a weekend and I can ;)
Back in Izaya's flat, several hours after he had left, Shizuo began to stir. He reached his arm out, feeling for a warm body, but the bed-space next to him was empty. His eyes shot open.
"Izaya?" he called out.
No answer. The house was dead silent.
He got up and stretched, assuming Izaya was out to get groceries or something. Then he realized the time.
6 am.
Where the hell was Izaya at 6 am?
Shizuo stormed into the kitchen and stopped.
The empty silence filled the room and all that was left was the sound of his heart racing.
"Izaya?" he called into the emptiness.
"Izaya? Where are you?"
He walked past the table and stopped suddenly when his eye caught something on the table.
Money? What was money doing lying around?
He picked up the money and saw the amount. Whoa, that was a lot of money.
Why would Izaya leave that much money lying around?
He snatched up the money and proceeded to carry it back to Izaya's room. He walked into the room and noticed how tidy it was. What a neat-freak.
He opened the door of the dresser and peered into it in disbelief. It was empty.
He checked another drawer.
That was empty too.
Where was all of his stuff?
He opened up the closet where Izaya stored a lot of his crap and saw that a bunch of duffel bags had been sorted through and piled on the floor.
His legs went weak and he dropped onto his knees.
Izaya was gone, and he most likely, wasn't coming back anytime soon.
But, because of this, Shizuo was finally able to mutter something he hadn't been able to in awhile.
"That stupid flea."
Yes, he had said it. Izaya wasn't there to listen and there were no video cameras in Izaya's room. He gave a weak laugh and sat there, thinking about what to do.
He was so stupid. He had gone way too far with this.
He instantly regretted sleeping with Izaya. Why did he do that? He knew why, but still questioned it out of immense regret.
He laughed again.
They were both so stupid.
There was nothing left of Izaya now.
He sat there in the dark room thinking. He suddenly felt bad. Why did he do that to Izaya?
Shizuo knew he should have told the truth from the beginning. But, he had seen many things in the months that he was in a coma. He had floated over his body and watched Izaya visit him everyday, sometimes talking to him, mostly watching.
To put it simply, Izaya was there for Shizuo the entire time. He had not missed a single day during those 6 months.
Shizuo saw this and began to feel happy. Then he had heard Izaya saying something about a head injury and amnesia. The plan was perfect.
He would start over from the beginning with Izaya. He didn't want to treat the person, who was there for him 24/7 the same as he did in the past. He didn't want to hate him anymore. How could he? The guilt would be too much.
When he finally felt his soul drifting closer to his body, just before he woke up, he was so sure that this would work out for the best.
But, it had failed so miserably. Where was Izaya now? If only he could tell him the truth.
That was it.
Shizuo hurriedly changed and bolted out the door. He ran down the stairs because the elevator was being a jerk and he raced into the street. He had to find Izaya!
Of course, like the perfect event for such intense ambition, it was pouring rain. Izaya ran through the torrential downpour, scanning the crowds of passerby's. He must have been running for hours when he finally stopped exhausted at a familiar building.
Slowly trudging up the stairs, he shook the water out of his hair and wiped his forehead on his sleeve. He knocked loudly on one of the doors, which was opened momentarily.
"Shizuo? What brings you here? You're soaking wet!"