Forgotten (Book 1 of the Remembrance Series)

Screaming Bloody Murder

   I walked the streets, noticing less Yellow Scarves than usual. I brushed it off, thinking maybe they had been beaten up or something. I decided to take a shortcut through an alley, not wishing to brave the crowds anymore. Sadly, the alley I had entered reaked, like rotten food and... blood? No, why would I smell fresh blood?
   The sounds of fists making contact with bone snapped me from my thoughtful haze, making me sneak forward. I dropped my cigarette in a puddle, and peaked around the corner to find Izaya fighting with three other men, and suprisingly, a young woman. I watched for a little longer, since he seemed to be doing fine.
   "Erhk, just take your beating like a good boy, you little peice of gang shit!" The woman breathed out, slashing a knife at his arm. He simply side stepped it and grabbed her wrist, moving her arm into the path of one of the men's foot. Her arm bent an odd way, and she screamed in pain. She pulled away as the three men continued, until Izaya was suddenly pinned to the wall. She gave a shaky chuckle and approached, trailing a finger along the line of his jaw. He just stared at her with his smirk, eyes slightly wider than normal... he appeared... innocent.
   She leaned forward, drawing her blade down his arm and biting his lip. His brows twisted in revulsion, yet the rest of his face remained the same. I had enough of this once the men started laughing, and stepped out, my vision blurring red.
   "What the hell do you think you're doing to him?" I growled, stepping forward. The men laughed, two being much larger and buffer than me. The woman turned to me and frowned, but her eyes glinted with amusement.
   "Are you gang scum as well? I assume you are, considering the way you lurk around here." She claimed, her tone deep with a bloody lust. I glared at her as Izaya smirked. I heard footsteps coming down the alley, and looked behind me to find four men coming towards us. I snarled as one brought a pole towards my head, grabbing it and bending it in the process.
   "You're gonna pay for that, buddy." I hissed, grabbing him and throwing him over the two men and the woman. Her brow furrowed more as she grabbed Izaya's arms and pressed her hips against his pelvis, the two men previously holding him coming at me. I saw Izaya struggle slightly to get away, but he must have been hit on the head, because his hair was crusted with a brown liquid, which had ran down his face in once-crimson streams.
   I grabbed one of the men, smashing his skull into the others, hearing a slight crunch as his jaw disconnected from his skull. The other two stare at me, unwilling to come closer.
   "He's a fucking monster! He must be some stupid lab experiment gone wild or some shit!" One man muttered to the other, and he grunted in agreement. I heard a groan behind me, and turned to see the woman grabbing Izaya's hair, sliding the knife deeper into the cut she had caused. I blew a fuse right then as she licked his neck and grabbed her bad arm, yanking her away. She shrieked and clawed at me, while I threw her at her two partners. They all glared at me before running off. Izaya groaned once more and stood up.
   "Hey, Shizu-Chunnn..." He slurred, giving a wave. I felt my heart lurch at the sight and pulled him into a tight embrace. We both fell to the ground, him resting in my lap as I gently probed his head for a wound. I found it under layers of matted bloody hair, a wide gash that has luckily stopped bleeding. It was inflicted by a knife, so it most likely hadn't fractured his skull. He whimpered as I touched it, but I noticed a shimmering object. I tensed as I reached for it, finding a shard of a rusted blade lodged through the wound and under the flesh, and grasped it, pulling it out.
   He screamed, so loud, and I quickly pressed my hand to the wound, only erecting more screams from his part. But I had to stop the bleeding. I had to remove the blade, or he would be even more prone to infection with the rust encrusing it's edge. His screams slowly died down as he shook, crying in pain. I rubbed the back of his neck as we sat in the alley, and texted Shinra. He said he would be here soon.
   Izaya whimpered and burried his face into my neck, his beautiful crimson orbs fearingly dancing around.
   "Shizu-Chan... why did you help me... again?" He whispered, and my breath hitched. I remained silent, and he soon fell asleep. I whispered loving words into his ear, knowing that going back with Shinra would be a mistake. I soon heard the nicker of Celty's horse, formed as a motorcycle at the moment. She skidded to a halt and formed a helmet made of the black nothingness she emited around Izaya's head, lifting him onto the bike. I gently kissed his pale lips and turned, walking away. She tapped my shoulder and held up her PDA before I could get far.
   'He will be fine, don't worry. Shinra knows how much he means to you, he won't let him die if he can help it.' I smiled, and she hugged me before hurying off. I watched as both her and Izaya faded into the distance, and for once didn't cry at the thought of my beloved's death, because I knew he would be fine for now.
   I turned away once more, and continued my solitary vigil, watching the city slowly become more active as night fell.