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Chapter Eleven
-PART TWO-
Things have finally calmed down.
Shizuo leaned back against the wall, and exhaled a cigarette. He stared down the street, people where sweeping out dust and dirt from shop steps and other places. Construction crews were putting the finishing touches on slightly damaged stores and restaurants.
It had been a week since the earthquake, Izaya was getting better but it was as slow of a process as evolution. Every night Izaya had woken up in tears, confused by where he was; he always woke up thinking he was trapped under a pile of rubble, dead, and yet still alive. He would always cry and ask Shizuo if he still loved him. Every time Shizuo would hold him close and let Izaya bury himself into him, his salt tears trickling down on his skin as Shizuo softly repeated, "I really love you and will never leave you, I promise." Soon after he had kept repeating it, he would hear Izaya start to sleep, his soft breath on his unclothed skin.
Shizuo sighed, threw down his cigarette and stomped on it, before going back to check on Izaya.
He entered the room to find Izaya sitting in an office chair he had bought for a small office he had made in the corner of the room for Izaya. Shizuo noted this was another small step for Izaya considering last time he left for a smoke and fresh air he returned to Izaya under the coffee table, in the middle of the room, shaking as if protecting himself from an earthquake.
Shizuo didn't move he watched as Izaya, with his back turned slowly started to spin the chair, as if remembering how he used to act before the incident. Izaya put his foot down and stopped before even making a full turn. He sighed and stared at the ground.
Shizuo spoke softly, hoping not to startle Izaya, "You don't like it?"
Izaya looked up, Shizuo's attempt to not startle him had failed, "S-Shizuo."
"Is the chair not good enough?" Shizuo asked again.
"I've never had a chair like this," Izaya stated.
Shizuo froze. That chair was an exact copy of Izaya's previous one.
"Uh, yes you have," Shizuo replied.
Izaya just softly shook his head, his crimson eyes confused, "No, I have never had a like this."
What the hell is going on?
Sweat started to form on Shizuo's forehead, "Izaya, where are we right now…?"
Izaya froze, caught off guard by the question, his eyes were still soft, "I don't remember…"
Shizuo felt more sweat form, "Izaya, what is this…?" he picked up the television remote and held it up.
Izaya just stared at it like it was a foreign object.
Shizuo slowly sank down onto the couch.
He's forgotten…everything…
Izaya got up, with a confused expression glued to his face; he stopped in front of Shizuo.
"Izaya, who am I?" Shizuo asked, gently holding Izaya's hand.
"Silly, you are Shizuo," Izaya replied.
"And what is my job?"
"You're a body guard for a debt collector."
"Good, and what is your job?" Shizuo asked softly, still holding Izaya's hand.
Izaya stared at the floor, "I don't remember…"
"What are you to me? Why are you here?" Shizuo asked, hoping something in Izaya's mind would spark the memories.
"'I'm…I'm your….I'm your lover…." Izaya slowly stated," And I'm here because you promised we would live together."
His mind is forcing away all the bad memories and stitching together all the good memories to create a brand new and false memory.
"Is something wrong, Shizuo?" Izaya question, clueless to the fact there was a lot wrong.
"No, there is nothing wrong," Shizuo lied through his teeth.
Shizuo grabbed his cellphone, "Excuse me." He breathed, walking fast to the bedroom. He closed the door behind him.
Shizuo paced back and forth for a minute, in a state of panic.
He quickly dialed the number and waited for a familiar voice to answer, "Hello?"
"Shinra, its Shizuo, something is wrong with Izaya…!" Shizuo panicked.
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