Forgotten (Book 1 of the Remembrance Series)

The Stars, Our Only Witness

   Simon and I had finished handing out the flyers. I didn't wish to go back home, so I decided to just wander 'Bukuro for a little longer.
   I felt as if someone was watching me, but I didn't care. I couldn't have cared less, actually. As I aproached the West Gate Park, I knew someone was following me. I sat on the edge pf the fountain, facing the road as I pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The edge was still damp from the rain, soaking through my pants. I sighed and watched the cars drive by, each ones engine roaring before becoming an idling sigh.  Smiled at how easy it was for anything to leave your life, like th cara, but also like... like him, a voice whispered against my thoughts.
   I shook my head and growled, trying to rid it from my head. Aww, something wrong, Shizu-Chan?~ I squeezed my eyes shut, cursing myself for making a voice that sounded just like his. But then I felt the warmth of a blade against my neck. I looked at the figure within my peripheral vision and saw the fur-lined coat of Izaya.
   Grasping the knife in my hand, blood rising to greet the blade, I growled. I put on an act again, throwing objects at him but making sure to not actually hit him. We went on like this for about two hour, Izaya taunting and teasing me the whole time as I pretended to rage at him. I felt numb inside, all the happiness draining. There wasn't much to begin with, though.
   "Well, Shizu-Chan, I must go! I had soooo much fun!~" he waved, spinning on his heel as he hurried off. I didn't follow this time, and he soon caught on as he stopped and turned to see me just watching, tears brimming my eyes. I turned and quickly walked towards my apartment, his foot steps never getting nearer and only fading. I stiffled a sob and dashed the tears away with my sleeve, leaving a burning sensation in their place. You fuking discust me, Shizuo. Get a damn grip! Since when were you a friggin teen girl?! The voice hissed in my head, and I ran the rest of the way home. (A/N- We all get emotional, dearies, no insults were meant!)

   ~Izaya's POV~

   I ran along the roof tops and followed Shizuo. Luckily, in this part of Ikebukuro all the roofs were mostly level, although some were a challenge to clear. He was just walking, occasionally brushing a sleeve along his face. Maybe he has a cold... I thought, but it would be much more humorous if he were crying... he would occasionally let out a stiffled yet shaky noise, as if he was fighting not to cry.
   Wow, he is crying! The strongest man in Ikebukuro, crying! Hahahah, I must take a picture! I pulled out one of my many phones, opening the camera and holding it up to snap the photo of his red sploched face, but he bolted, as if he knew what I was doing, or saw me. I sighed, matching his pace. He soon ran through the doors of a brown-brick building.
   So this is Shizu-Chan's home? What a shame, I thought he lived under a bridge with all the other monsters. I chuckled to myself, starting to make my way down the fire escape. I couldn't believe yet that I had seen the infamous strong man crying his eyes out as he waled the streets, the only ones to see him being me... and the stars. I felt a knot in my stomach, suddenly needing to be sick. This wasn't right, I shouldn't have seen that! Now everything was off balance. I just felt like a dictator now after controlling and torturing his life withou knowing how badly it had left him. Does he cry after all of our fights?
   I shook the thought away, bile rising in my throat. I hurried to the dumster, dry heaving since I had not eaten for a few days yet, so nothing would come up. Has it really been that long...? I turned and wipped the saliva away, skipping to the door as I barred myself to confront the beast.

   ~Shizuo's POV~

   I fell back on the bed, my red eyes making it hard to focus on sleep. Soon enough though, I managed to slip off, a nightmare wrenching through my mind.
   I aproached the parking lot, seeing Izaya clinging to Shinra's arm as he made this cute, teasing expression. Shinra was blushing, and I instantly thought the worst, my heart twisting as the betrayal wrenched through my chest like a line of bullets. I felt numb and empty as I stomped towards them, grabbing a nearby trashcan. Shinra said something, his blush receading, and Izaya laughed as he jumped up and down, hands still clasped around his arm. Shinra saw me and gulped, all the more confirming my thoughts.
   "How could you?!" I shouted at both of them, hoisting the can above my head. Izaya's eyes filled with terror, his grip loosening on Shinra's arm as he stumbled back.
   " S-Sh-Shizuo wh-what are you talking about?" His voice shrilled in terror, and I growled.
   "You couldn't even say anything? You could have at least broke up with me and waited a few weeks!" Shinra and Izaya yelped as I through the trash can, both realising I had been angry at the clingy affair they were creating. Shinra stumbled to the side, and Izaya ran away from me, not even realising it was right into the can's path. Before anyone knew what was about to happen, Shinra called out in his still childish voice, his eyes wide with sudden understanding.
   "S-Shizuo-Kun that isn't what- he needed a f-favor!" But it was too late. The can crashed into him, sending him into the nearby building. There was a sickening crack as he hit the wall, his body laying limp on the ground. Shinra made a strange noise, as if water was floding his mouth, and hurried to the small figure, laying as still and limp as a cloth doll. I stiffled a sob, my rage gone as I realised what I had done, all over a stupid misunderstanding.
   We were suddenly in Shinra's apartment, but something was different from before. I didn't seem to actually think it odd, or even notice, our sudden growth and such. We were older, as if this were the present. But it is always the present, how could this not be real? It seemed real!
   I paced in Shinra's living room, and Shinra pulled me into a room. Izaya lay on the bed, just as he did all those years ago- no, it was just a few hours ago that I had hit him with the trash can. He sat up, his spine cracking almost rhythmically as his crismson orbs faced me. He let out a distorted laugh.
   "Shizu-Chan..." he stretched each vowel out, the name going from cute to the words off the lips of a mad man. "Shizu-Chan......" he repeated again and again, until I started to squirm. He suddenly bolted onto his knees and grasped my shoulders.
   "Shizu-Chan, come on and tell me why you were crying, ne?" He quickly whispered in my ears, his nails digging in deeper until blood sprouted up in their presence. I groaned, my eyes wide and terrified as I tried to pry him off. My head rolled to the side and I let out another groan.
   "Shizu-Chan, wakey-wakey! I wanna know why you are so sad!" He whispered, again stretching out the syllables. Except this time, it was real. Izaya kneeled over me on the bed, gripping my shoulders as he whispered into my ear. I shoved him off, my breath hitching as my bloodshot eyes blurred with fresh tears. I could feel my skin slick with sweat once more. The nightmare had been different this time, and I didn't like it at all. Izaya smirked.
   "Shizu-Chan, you talk in your sleep, did you know?" His eyes gleamed with a lust for information, and I trembled, afraid of what he had heard. My gaurd had been broken, my fake carelessness gone.