5. Japan

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It was Japan who found him first, of course.

But back then, he does not know of Japan- he knows one Honda Kiku, 23 years old, otaku, weirdly acts as if his body is old despite his young age, old-fashioned, works on special meetings with the government, has a white dog named Pochi, and is considered a very special person for some reason. He hears rumors, that this Honda Kiku person was considered a "nation", but what kind of beings are those? There aren't much stories about them, not from mythology or any ancient text, only through word of mouth, and as an informant, he knows how unreliable those can be sometimes. (And really, a nation?)

It was the unassuming Honda Kiku, however, that came up to him and asks out of the blue with a soft but audible and clear voice, "Have you remembered yet, Orihara-san?"

The park was empty except for the two of them and the legion of cats Izaya has managed to call with his ootoro.

He is startled to be asked by someone who's practically a stranger to him, and became more puzzled with the question asked. Remembered what, he thinks, because he is pretty sure he never met the other man, at least, not recently. Izaya's also pretty sure he's not a customer, or someone his customer is targetting.

Izaya looks at the person beside him surrpetitiously, making sure it was him and not some other guy he was talking on the phone, or maybe not one of the cats. There was still no one other than them in the park, and Kiku was looking at him directly. Getting trapped in those black eyes staring intently at his own red ones, he knew he couldn't have pretended to not hear anything. So, placing a playful smile on his face, he tells the other man, "Ah~ I don't know what you're talking about." Because really he didn't, he had no clue nor vague idea at all.

Kiku bows his head, a silent apology, and tells him, "Another time, then."

As quickly as he made his presence known, he leaves, quietly, without sparing any glance to the informant he left on the bench. Izaya is left confused for a few minutes, but snapped out of it when one of the cats managed to steal the last ootoro he is dangling from his hand.

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AN: Well, this sucks. Concrit is so much welcome because I know I need to improve a lot on my writing skills.