[Izaya's POV]

"Kasuka.. I don't understand." was all the informant could choke out as he watched his boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, stand in front of him with this empty look in his eyes, nothing like the same look he'd been giving him days before that was filled with so much love. Just yesterday they had been hanging out on the couch and talking like they had nothing else in the world, so what had he done to deserve this?

But, in Kasuka's defense, he should have seen this coming. Since a few days ago Kasuka had started talking to him less. It was slight at first, just saying that he was busy and didn't have a lot of time because of work, which Izaya understood. Being famous for a lot longer, of course Kasuka would have more business to attend to than he did. He'd let it slide.

But then it very quickly went from not talking as much to not seeing each other as well, and then slowly him not returning his texts until maybe a couple hours later or the next day. And he didn't know why. He still didn't know why.

I didn't do anything wrong, so why are you doing this?

Kasuka didn't give him many answers either, just saying that they needed to take a break. And when Izaya asked him how long of a break, he didn't get a response, just those now-empty eyes looking down to the floor or the wall or anywhere that wasn't his own eyes.

And the informant knew he was crying, tears were running down his face and dropping onto his carpet but he didn't feel them and he was still silent as he waited for some kind of answer. Eventually, after an eternity of silence, Kasuka spoke again.

"I'm really sorry, Izaya. It's just.. It's not working out at the moment." he apologized again - he seemed to be doing that an awful lot for being the one to break this off, one would think Izaya should be the one asking for forgiveness about whatever he'd done to cause Kasuka to leave him, but he still didn't know what he'd done and he almost wanted to slam the door in his ex-boyfriend's face instead of taking the house key that was being handed back to him, supposedly unneeded now.

With shaky hands, he took the key back and waited for something else to be said, having no idea what to do in this situation. The silence dragged on and on again, neither seeming like they wanted to speak but neither wanted to leave either, just staying where they were.

Finally, Kasuka whispered a soft goodbye and turned to walk down the hall, eyes still cast on the floor the entire time and not turning to look back at him.

That was the final straw. The moment Izaya realized he wasn't going to turn back around, that he was serious about this and that he was leaving him, really leaving him behind and alone after all that they'd done, all that Kasuka had done to him - he finally broke down, his knees hitting the floor as he let out the first choked sob, more following until he was a mess where he once stood.

"Wake up!"

Izaya jumped out of his covers as his eyes shot open, mind still processing what was happening as he looked around his room, everything as it should be and how he'd left it when he went to bed last night. Last night.. Yeah.. I worked too late and came up here to go to bed and I did, Kasuka never came to my door.. So what the hell was that?

His eyes finally locked on his assistant standing a couple inches away, a genuinely worried expression on her face as she watched him look around like he was lost. "Namie.. Why did you wake me up?" he asked softly, mind still too frozen for him to even fake sounding upset. He was grateful really, though he'd never tell her that, at least to her face. She'd probably just laugh anyways.

"You, uh... I came in since it's pretty late and you were asleep, and when I came in you were.." Namie paused, like there were two options of how to continue. "You were having a nightmare, so I thought I'd spare you. You do pay me so I can't just let you get all out of it and shit." his assistant played off, looking at him as he nodded, still wondering why she had paused a second ago.

"Noted. Now can you get me my cellphone?" Izaya asked, finally being able to mask his confusion now that he was fully awake.

"Sure, which one, your fucking highness?" Namie replied, once again making Izaya feel grateful for her hiding emotions as well. If she did give a shit, then this was not the time for her to be showing it and neither of them wanted to deal with that. It would be best if they just kept the professional 'do what I say or your fired' relationship. It was natural for them, either way.

"The touch-screen, it's dark blue." he answered, laying back in his bed while she left to go grab it from his desk. When his head hit the pillow he almost jumped again, the mass feeling odd to him for some reason before looked at it, seeing that it was wet. Fucking shit, she saw me cry... Now I'll have to pay her double for a week so she doesn't mention it.

The informant grimaced at himself and flipped the pillow over so he could lay on it comfortably, rubbing his heavy eyes as he pulled his thoughts together. That dream had been so real to him, all the facts that had been in it were true too; Kasuka was talking to him less and seemed to be going back in his shell with him more and more, and he had no idea why. To say that his nightmare wouldn't come true could be a lie, he had never been able to fully read his boyfriend, but if that was the case...

Namie came back with his phone and she handed it to him, getting a nod of acknowledgement to tell her she could leave and she did, not even questioning it. He quickly dialed his boyfriend's number and waited patiently for an answer, upset that he had to call twice but smiling to himself in relief when he finally picked up.

"Hey, Izaya. What's up?"

"Nothing. I was just wondering if you were finally free today.."

There was a pause on the other side and for a moment Izaya thought he was going to say he was busy again, but he finally responded.

"Yeah.. Yeah, I am. Do you wanna meet up at Russia Sushi?"

Izaya had never felt so relieved in his life.

"Of course. I'll be there soon."

Chapter 47!

So... Did I worry you? =w=