My eyes widen quickly. I can feel my heartbeat? I place my hand over my heart as I sat up. My vision sinks back. I suddenly feel the warmth through my body and look down to see a man with messy and curly brown hair, nice peach skin, glasses, a white button up shirt, and brown pants. He breathed softly as he was hanging half on the edge of the bed; his eyes closed. I start to panic—did this man save me? Why is he sleeping in here? Why am I here? Who is he? I take a deep breath and gently move my feet from under him. His eyes opened slowly as I back away quickly, my whole body against the headboard. He sits up quickly and faces towards me.
"Izaya, you are awake?" He said, blushing while readjusting his glasses.
"Who are you? Why did you take me in?" I said very quickly, still in panic.
"I'm …Kato. Let's just say you are a very old… friend." The man smiled sweetly.
I blushed; I never been smiled in a way like that, nor has anyone called me a 'friend'. I know the face from somewhere, as I look closer. It has been years since I seen it I think—I just can't remember.
"H-Hey lay back down."
I did as I was told and relaxed back into the bed. There was no point fighting, and this bed was rather comfortable.
"I got a doctor to come over… if you weren't treated quickly—you could have died."
"So what if I did? What you would you do? Weep over my grave?"
"…Yes."
My eyes widen. I don't remember him at all! I don't even know who he… and yet he is so sweet. No… this is another human trick, like what Shizuo did to me. He will say he loves me—and then run off. No… NO!
"I-I hate Shizuo!" I started to sob. Oh no… not in front of a stranger… I keep doing this, crying randomly at the thoughts of Shizuo.
The man took my hands gently and sighed, "I'm sorry about the Shizuo person."
"I-It's not your fault, d-don't apologize!"
I snatched my hands quickly. He doesn't know anything about what happened to me and Shizuo… and it is none of his business. He smiled sadly, like he regretted something. It wasn't Shizuo at all… his face was different, his hair was different, his smile, and his clothes… and how gently and nice he is. He is nothing like Shizuo…
I ignored him and sighed as I looked at the clock on the nightstand beside me. It was 7:40pm; Sunday… wait… wasn't it Tuesday? I turned to Kato. Surely his clock is wrong; odd.
"Today is Tuesday."
"The day you passed out was Tuesday." He said sadly.
"O-Oh no… I have to go." I quickly got out of the bed, ignoring my pain.
"Where do you have to go right now?"
"Look... If I don't meet with these people—they are going to kill me. Please let me go."