Poor Shizuo, he's trying his best. -.-
Enjoy the drama~
A long exhausting flight could not keep Shizuo from achieving his goal. As soon as his flight landed, he dashed off the plane and out of the airport, right into the city.
Where would he be?
Where would he go?
Shizuo looked for hours. The sun started to set and pretty soon it was night. Shizuo was absolutely tired out. He stood against a building, leaning on the bricks with one arm, panting heavily. He dropped his bag and slumped down. Before him, the city seemed to blur past his vision.
Where…is…that…fucking…flea….
Sleep was weighing down on Shizuo's eyes and soon he was out cold, snoring on the sidewalk, like a homeless bum.
It was so warm. What was this warmth. Something soft and warm enveloped Shizuo's body and put his worries at ease. He floated on that warmth as he slowly gained consciousness. Oh. It was just a blanket.
Wait, a blanket?
His eyes shot open and he sat up in an unfamiliar room. He was in the middle of a large bed in a large bedroom. The room was dark except for the sliver of morning light creeping through the curtains on his left. Where the hell was he?
He swung his legs over the bed and got up, only to fall to his knees from a major headrush. Ugh, it served him right. He hadn't eaten anything yesterday besides a bag of peanuts from the flight.
He got up from the floor and slowly and shakily, made his way to the door. It swung open to reveal a living room. On one of the armchairs, a figure sat, shrouded in shadow. Shizuo heard soft snoring and realized that whoever it was in the chair, was sleeping.
He tip-toed carefully towards the chair when suddenly, the figure awoke.
"Good morning, Shizu-chan."
Izaya?
"Izaya?"
Shizuo froze for a second and then attempted to pounce on him with a hug. He was suddenly stopped with the edge of a familiar blade, aimed at his neck.
"I-Izaya Kun?"
"What the hell did you come here for?"
Shizuo looked hurt as the ice-cold stare from Izaya penetrated his skin. He grew annoyed.
"I came to tell you something, FLEA!"
Izaya didn't look surprised.
"Hmph, so you regained your memories after I left huh? Sorry, I don't have time to listen to your pathetic questions about what I did to you."
"I'm not here to ask you pathetic questions about what you did you fucking dipshit! I'm here to tell you something that you don't know and will never ask."
He jumped back from the blade, but Izaya grabbed him and pinned him against the wall.
"What would I need to ask about you? I know everything about you. We fucking lived together!"
"Oh, then I presume that you knew the entire time that I was FAKING amnesia for the sake of you!" shouted Shizuo with a glare.
Izaya stopped in shock. "Wait, you WHAT?"
"Yeah, that's right. I had all my memories to begin with!"
"That's impossible! If you had your memories, you would have never acted like that!"
"I was in a coma for six months, Izaya-Kun, I watched you visit me every single day. You never missed one!"
"How the hell do you know that?" cried Izaya, who had a visible blush in his cheeks. "I thought comatose people were supposed to be ASLEEP. So you faked your entire coma too?"
"No I wasn't! I was drifting over my body! I don't know why, but that's what it was like. I could see everything that happened to my body and around it. I even heard you talking to the doctors about how I possibly had amnesia. That's why I decided to fake it when I woke up. I thought it would be best like that!"
"What was so great about that? Look what you have done!"
"No, look at what you have done! If you hadn't run away like that, we could have stayed happy living like that!"
"How can you be happy living a lie like that?" shouted Izaya. He had never been this furious before in front of Shizuo. "What was so happy about that? In fact, why the hell did you feel the need to fake amnesia?"
"Then why the hell did you feel the need to fake being my friend?"
"If you hadn't faked amnesis, I wouldn't have to! Why did you lie about not having your memories, Shizu-chan? WHY?"
Shizuo grew quiet, his eyes glistened with tears that he was trying to painfully hold in. This was not what he expected to happen when he finally found Izaya. He wished he had stayed back. It was too late now.
"I did it because I was in love with you, Izaya-Kun," spoke Shizuo in a wavery whisper as a single teardrop trickled from his eye.