Forgotten (Book 1 of the Remembrance Series)

Institution of the Mind

   I sat up shuddering, a thundering headache ripping through my skull. I let out a distressed laugh, clutching my head as I remebered yesterday, when Shizu-Chan had helped me once again. I had to get a step ahead of him, I couldn't stand not knowing his motives, what triggers him, what makes him... angry... a sudden thought blistered up in my head, making my dry lips twist upwards at the corners. I ignored the pain in my head and got up, getting dressed into my everyday clothes. I marched out of Shinra's room, enjoying the shocked look that blossomed upon his face. I gave a quirky goodbye, waved and took my leave, hurrying to make it home so I could start planning.
  
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   I sat at my desk, all the contacts I would need neatly listed before me. A stack of their files sat to the side in case I would need them, and Shizu-Chan's sat opposite of them. I called up the first number, Usaki Misajigi, who I was hoping would supply me with all the fake blood I would need, and possible a fake retracting knife that would actually appear as if it were stabbing someone when used. I also planned on contacting the leader of one of the smaller, greedy gangs that would do anything to make some money.
   I hurried up and made the plans, all going well. It would take a few days for everyone to be ready, so I had plenty of time to work out and fix anything that would spoil it.
   I stood up and walked to the window, ordering Namie to put the contacts files away, and then smirked as I gazed upon my amusing humans. I looked at the time and decided to go to bed, since I had nothing better to do now. I suddenly looked back to the clock and saw the time, realising that since Namie was still hear, it had to be at most eight o'clock. I almost choked on laughter as I walked towards my room.
   "Goodnight Namie!~ Once you've finished up you can go home!" I cooed, and she gave me a confused look, looking to the clock before shrugging and hurrying to complete her work. I chuckled as I changed into my pajamas, tiredly laying back.

   ~Shizuo's POV~

   I sighed as I walked the city, half hoping I would see Izaya, but also afraid that if I did, he would find more ways to tear up the peices of my heart. I had decided to meet with Celty in a little bit at the West Gate Park, to talk to her about the whole mess I was to afraid to fix. Ha, yes, I admit I'm afraid. Laugh all you want, you would be too.
   I hurried towards the park as I heard the wickering canter of a horse, then the reving of a motorcycle. I felt a false smile creep onto my face as of habit, but decided to forfit it and speak in my actual monotonous way, with my lack of emotion. Celty held up her PDA, a message showing on the screen.
   'Hey Shizuo, what's up?' I gave her a blank stare and sat down on the edge of the fountain, she following suit.
   "Nothing much, there isn't much to do without Izaya around I guess, and I don't have work." She seemed uneased with my sudden blank stature, so I slouched and put weaved fake emption into my voice. "How about you?"
   'I'm doing well, haven't had much work lately as well.' I smiled, and she became more relaxed. 'You asked me here to talk about Izaya, right?' She held up the PDA for me once more, and I gave a slight nod.

   ~Izaya's POV~

   I sat up at twelve, unable to sleep anymore. I got up and dressed, setting out to observe my humans. Maybe I could go and get some fatty tuna at Russia Sushi! I grabbed my keys and hurried out, locking the door behind me as I made my way to the building. I watched as a small child with blonde hair fading to pink turned about at the mouth of an alley, tears pouring from her wide honey coloured eyes. I felt drawn to her for some reason, but decided to watch for a little longer. A boy snuck ou from behind the box and shouted to her, and she spun towards him.
   "Hey, monster! You kill anyone today?" He teased, and she gave out a small sob. The boy only grinned more and threw a can from the ground at her. She flinched, but didn't bother to block it. She kicked the can away once it hit the ground and stared at her feet. That's when I realised my feet were moving towards the pair. I quickened my pace and stood behind the girl. The boy gave me a suspicious stare as I bent down behind the small child.
   "Hey little girly, if ya run at him I bet he'll run away.~" She gave a small sniff and turned her wide eyes to me. They looked so much like Shizu-Chan's when I saw them up close. She gave me a sad look.
   "If I r-run at him... he'll c-c-call me a m-monster again..." she whispered, and I gave a wide smirk.
   "What does it matter what he thinks? You know you're not a monster, right? If you know you aren't, then he's a liar." I chuckled, and she turned to the boy with a smile, chasing him into the alley. She soon came back and smiled, her eyes dried.
   "Arigato, mister!" She cried, giving me a tight hug. I chuckled and patted her on the head,
   "It was nothing, but I must be going. And won't your parents be worried? It's already past midnight!" I cooed, and her eyes widened with worry, and then something like... recognition,  was it?
   "You know, mister, you're a lot like the tall butler man! He said almost the same thing to me!" She laughed, and I gave her an innocent smile. Butler man? The only man I know of like that is... Shizu-Chan?
   "Oh, you've done this before? Haha, don't make it a habit, young lady!" She ran off, and I waved, but then she ran back to me once more, giving me a second hug.
   "You should smile more, instead of that smirk. You look cuterer when you smile!" She exclaimed, and then ran off once more, disappearing around the corner. I sat in shear shock at my actions. Why did I even help her? And why did I actually smile? I let the innocent smile spread across my lips once more as I gazed into the camera on my phone, and then smirked. After her words, I couldn't help but feel that she was right, and that I did look 'cuterer' when I smiled.

   ~Shizuo's POV~

   I sighed and explained everything in short detail to Celty.
   "When we were in middle school, sixth or seventh grade, we decided to date. We were bullied at first, but I shut them up. He had the most innocent smile and laugh and eyes... but that was back then. One day, I came and found him talking with Shinra, he was very clingy then, and still is somewhat clingy now as well. So anyways, he made him blush for some reason, so I instantly thought that... they were flirting. I got angry, and I threw him off when he tried to convince me it was a misunderstanding. He lost all memory of us dating from what I understood.
   "Now I want to tell him how I feel, I'm sure he's noticed something after I saved him twice now. But when I try to tell him, I end up getting all worked up and- and- and I, well I pretend to be mad with him. But I want to, no, I have to tell him at somepoint. I was hoping you could help me..." Celty hugged me, then quickly started typing. She finished after a minute or so.
   'Maybe you could catch him in an alley on one of your chases and tell him how you feel, and whag happened in middle school. You could tell him how sorry you are, and how badly you need him, like how bad your life became after he forgot about you.' She tilted her head to the side as I thought. I slowly nodded, working it out in my mind. I smiled and nodded quickly.
   "That's it!" I shouted and stood, causing some to jump and even run away a little ways. I pulled Celty tp her feet and hugged her as I laughed, and I felt her body vibrate as she laughed as well. We stood like that forever, just laughing. I pulled away, joy leaking from me as I thought about the possibility that I could be with him, be happy, once again. Then I thought about all the ways it could go wrong.
   "But Celty, what if he doesn't like me anymore? Or what if he thinls it's a trick, or I screw up and say something wrong, or-" she pressed her hand to my mouth and I quieted down as she typed in something else.
   'You'll do fine! And if you want, me and Shinra could help you practice!' I smiled at how kind she was, hugging her again. She hugged me back, and we soon said farewell, going our seperate ways.