Forgotten (Book 1 of the Remembrance Series)

Scarred and Broken Souls at Night

   I tried to quickly gather my barings, rage twisting my features. I stood up quickly and clenched my fists, grating my teeth.
   "Izaya, what the hell are you doing here?!" I yelled, lifting up the lamp and threatening him. His smirk just widened, his eyes glowing with amusement.
   "I just wished to see how my favourite monster is doing..." my heart twisted as he called me his favourite monster, wishing I was his favourite human... his favourite everything. "and also maybe because I wanted to know why you crying." He put emphasis on the word 'crying.' I growled and lifted him by the collar of his shirt, dragging him to the door and throwing him out.
   I sat against the door, and felt something push the door back. Izaya had sat down on the other side. We sat in silence, until a small noise seeped under the door. Izaya was reciting a poem quietly. He must not have realised I sat right on the other side of the door.
   "I wish to live in a wonderland, a paradise meant just for me! But how is that possible... when I myself have already bought a deed to live in Hell? No paradise for me..." he repeated it again and again. Soon he stopped, and I heard a soft snoor. I nudged the door open, finding him laying curled up on the floor. His sides rose and fell slowly, his breathing only slightly ragged. I turned to shut the door, but my stomach twisted with sudden guilt and worry.
   'What if someone finds him and does something bad?' I sighed and opened the door wide, gently and slowly pulling him into my arms. I made my way to my room at a snail's pace, scared that if I woke him, he would become angered, or assume the worst. I set him on my bed, pulling off his shoes, jacket, and belt, because who would wish to sleep in those? They would become uncomfortable, or leave a mark.
   I tugged the comforter up over him and over his shoulders. I pulled off my own belt and vest and sat on the floor at the foot of the bed to think. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

   ~Izaya's POV~

   I awoke to a crash of thunder, a small yelp escaping my lips. I squeezed the blanket in my small fists, until I realised that they were not mine. They smelled like the monster. I sat up, my breathing quick and my pulse hammering. I calmed myself and climbed out of bed, another crash of thunder sending me back under the covers. I hated myself for being so vulnerable in the strange environment, but I... I was afraid of thunder.
   A streak of lightning lit up the room in black and white, revealing a figure slowly standing at the end of the bed. I watched in terror, but hid my true fear with a smirk, like always. The lights flicked on to show a pale Shizuo, his forhead glistening with sweat and his eyes red.
   'Is he... drunk? Or was he crying?' I thought, more agreeing with the first option. Wait. Why am I in his room? How did I get in his room?!
   "Oi, flea, you okay?" Shizu-Chan asked, and I smirked even more, letting the blankets fall slightly. I tried not to flinch as the storm raged on, lightning clawing down from the fat, puffy clowds.
   "Of course I'm okay, Shizu-Chan, why wouldn't I be?~" Shizuo only grunted in response. We sat in akward silence for a moment, both of us unsure what to do now. I was suprised we were not killing each other yet. My fists tightened around the blanket at each clap and flash out of the window. The bed groaned, and I looked up to see Shizuo groggily crawling across the bed. "What are you doing?" I asked suddenly.
   "You're afraid of storms, I'm just going to comfort you." He mumbled, his voice deep and sappy with exhaustion. I took a deep intake of air, letting it out in a ragged whimper. How had he known that? He couldn't have, no one knew that. Not even Mairu or Kururi! He layed down beside me, and the sent of cigarettes and lavender traveled to my nose. It smelled familiar, as if I had once smelled it very often. He sighed and soon, his breathing became shallow.
   I sighed, laying down as well and nuzzling my face into his chest, breathing in his scent, as if afraid it would slip away. I felt very relaxed, yet unnerved that he was not trying to kill me. It was... it was almost exciting, being close enough to nuzzle against his chest, and it seemed familiar as well.
   Just before I began to drift off to sleep, Shizu-Chan moaned, hugging me tight as he shook, his face pained. I watched, suprised, as he whimpered slightly. He mumbled under his breath, and I strained to make out what he was saying.
   "Iz...ya..." He groaned and burried his nose in my hair, his heart hammering against his chest. I soon fell asleep in his arms, for once not feeling so cold, so alone as I slept.

   ~Shizuo's POV~

   When I awoke, I found Izaya quietly rustling around in my room. I quickly sat up and opened the drawer besides me, seeing the letter still left untouched. I shoved it into my pocket and stood as Izaya turned to me, smirking.
   "Well, Shizu-Chan, I had soooo much fun last night," he winked to me. "But I must be going now!" He hurried to put his belt, shoes, and jacket on, and all of last night came rushing back. He soon left, and I felt scared. I felt like I had nowhere to go now, nothing to keep my mind off of him. I felt... I felt like I only had one way to clear my head.
   I walked into the kitchen and pulled the knife drawer open, looking at each and every blade. I pulled one out, my mind going clear of everything but the innocent smile on his face.

   ~Izaya's POV~

   I made my way to Shinra's, needing someone to help me with all the thoughts buzzing through my head. I hurried to the lobby, practically running across the marble floor. The elevator door opened and Celty made her way through, stopping when she saw, or sensed me, however she manages it. She typed something on her PDA
   'What's wrong?' She tilted her helmet to the side in a questioning way, and I was sure if she had her head she would have a concerned expression.
   "Oh, it's nothing! I just need Shinra to check up on one of my stitches. I think it can come out now." She hesitated a moment before slowly nodding.
   'Well, okay then. See you later Izaya' She walked off at a brisk pace, and I sighed in releif. I tapped my foot impatiently as I made my way up in the elevator.

(A/N- ohhh yeh so if you're wondering about the poem, I originally wrote it with intntions for a lullaby, but I wrote it in my poem book, which will soon be published. I believe it is the same, although I'm not entirely sure since I didn't copy it. :/