Forgotten (Book 1 of the Remembrance Series)

Cold Yet Beautiful

   I sat in Izaya's apartment, staring out the window. He had me come with him, so that he could keep an eye on me. I was happy to do so incase this 'Shiki' guy showed up. Then I could beat the shit out of him for what he did to my love. I watched as the small flurries gracefully glided towards the ground, falling into my mind. I pulled the fluffy blanket around me more. I had suddenly started noticing that it was very, very cold. I usually wasn't bothered by it during the winter months.
   Izaya clacked on his keyboard, making a remark, or asking a question, laughing, or making slight sounds of amusement every now and then. He would answer his phone everytime, which made me wonder how being busy with work prevented him from answering my calls. It made my heart twist in fear. I suddenly felt a shiver ripple down my spine, and pulled the blanket tighter. I pressed my nose into the fluffy fabric, my warm breath leaving my face moist. The tremors soon took, and I shoke as my body fought to keep warm.
   "Ha! So foolish...~" Izaya cried, spinning around in his chair once. I turned to look at him before gazing back out the window. The snowflakes reminded me of myself, falling again and again, to blend in with everyone else, only to melt and fall again. I sighed, my breath causing my face to become unbearably warm burrowed in the blanket.
   "You know, I heard that everytime someone sighs, they lose part of their soul.~" Izaya purred, and I grunted.
   "I must be a soulless bastard then..." I grumbled, and Izaya hugged me. I started to feel warm, the tremors melting away as I melted I to his chest. I wished we could sit there for the rest of eternity, but of course, Izaya had to finish his work. He gently drew the palm of his hand along my jaw, pressing his index finger against the corner of my mouth and pulling it into a side-ways grin. He chuckled and placed a kiss on my neck before standing up and returning to his chair. I started to shiver again. Izaya called Namie over and whispered something in a hushed whisper. I felt her gaze travel along my frail form, and heard her heels retreat to the stairs.
   A few moments later a thick blanket fell over my head as Namie set a thicker conforter on my shoulders. I gazed up to her with thankful eyes, and she shivered. I looked out the window once more, pondering the deeper questions that I wanted to answer.

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   I felt warmer than before, but still not as warm as when Izaya had hugged me. I leaned forward against the glass, like a pet dog, and stared down at the streets of Shinjuku. I felt my eyes slide shut as my body shifted to the floor, falling asleep.

   ~Izaya's POV~

   I chuckled as I looked at the brute, asleep like a small child. His face was peaceful, no sign of worry, sadness terror, or even no emotions. Just peace. Of course, there is always calm before the storm. Namie gave an amused laugh, looking from me to Shizu-Chan.
   "What is it, Namie-San?" I asked, and she laughed again.
   "I never thought you would become so close to a 'monster to humanity.' And since when did he become so weak?" She frowned at the last part, but not seeming as worried as people would be towards someone they saw as normal. It was more of just an odd curiosity, the type you feel when you see a mouse laying in a trap, yet still alive. Just... helpless. All humans felt this way when superior creatures became weak, became someone of lower status. It was heart wrenching, yet thrilling. Normally I would laugh in amusement, but this was Shizu-Chan, not one of my play things.
   "Everything changes at somepoint, my dear secretary." I cooed, giving her a smirk. She simply shrugged, handing me the files I asked for.