Forgotten (Book 1 of the Remembrance Series)

Wishes

   I hurried to the informant's house as quick as I could after I recieved a phone call from the sobbing man. It was rare that he would speak to anyone in this state after he recieved amnesia, but since he had his memories back, maybe he was returning to his original self. I crashed through his door, hardly twisting the knob. The sight before me made me freeze in place. Izaya sat by bloody rags, desperately pressing them against the multiple wounds on the body guard's legs.
   I urged Izaya out of the way and set to work, firmly pressing a new rag against one of the cuts. I reached into my bag and pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol.
   "Shizuo, this will sting a little, okay? And sorry 'bout ur couch, Izaya..." I mumbled the last part as I poured the alcohol over the wounds, blood washing away from them. His back arched as he bit his lip, fighting the scream. I cringed slightly at the sight of him so weak. It was unnatural. After all the blood was gone, I quickly grasped my needle and thread and began to sew the cuts shut. He gasped now and then, firmly grasping Izaya's hand.

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   I finally finished, wiping the blood on my hands on one of the rags. I growled and gave Shizuo a harsh look.
   "I thought you said you would stop? What the hell were you even thinking?! How do you think Izaya would feel if you bled to fucking death?" I knew that I was being harsh, but he could have died! Shizuo stayed silent, staring at his feet. He was still laying on the couch, akwardly, in only slightly wet boxers. Izaya was still crying silently. Sighing in exasperation, I started putting my tools away and wrote him out a 'prescription.' I didn't actually have the qualifications to do this, so they would have to get it without a doctor's permission. It was more so a grocery list, you could say.
   "Shizuo, if you don't pull yourself together, people you care about will get hurt. Not just you." I patted Izaya's head before marching out, feeling guilty for my harshness. It was to late to take it back now, though.

   ~Izaya's POV~

   I sat next to him and stared at the blank screen of the TV, leaning on his shoulder. He had started to slowly regain his color after taking the medication I sent Namie to get. He soon fell asleep.
   After a moment of watching him and making sure he wouldn't wake up, I stood and made my way to our bedroom. We had been planning to move anything else he owned here, and sell his old place. I still felt as if everything was going so quickly. It had been not even a month yet, after all. I opened the door and stepped into my walk-in closet, practically tripping over a jacket that lay on the floor. It was the leather one I wore when I searched Shizu-Chan's apartment for any black mail material.
   "Why are you laying on the floor...?" I thought out loud, lifting it up to hang it once more. A sketch pad fell to my feet, laying sprawled like a useless mound of dirt. I hung the coat and picked it up, realising it was the one that I took from Shizuo's study/studio room. I was still unsure what to call it. Sitting on the bed, I slowly paged through it, smiling at the detailed sketches. I would have thought it horrid, the drawings he had made, before I fell in love with him once more. I hadn't looked close enough the first time to see that the people he had drawn were Kadota, Shinra, him, and me. A few were of me and Shinra making funny faces, or just me.
   He must have taken photos and then turned them into sketches, since all the drawins pushed me into a state of deja vú. (A/N- did I spell that right??) It was amazing that he didn't have a job as an artist and was stuck working as a body guard. I smiled and giggled as I found one of me smiling cutley as I sat on Kadota, who was sprawled on the ground. I remebered the day this happened. It was the day Shizuo said that he actually loved me. Just hours before when we headed to lunch, Kadota had come back from a doctor's appointment, and I had tackled him to the ground in joy. I sat on him when I saw Shizuo with his camera.
   I slowly made my way to the couch once more, sitting besides Shizu-Chan and laying my head in his lap. He groaned slightly and shifted his arms so that one lay on my chest, a light blush dusting my face as I looked up at the ex-bartender. He looked so calm and peaceful.

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   "What are ya' doin'...?" Shizuo grumbled, staring down at me sleepily. I had completely forgotten that I stole the sketches, but only after I answered his question. 'Stupid brain, how are you so forgetful now?' I mentally slapped myself as I waited for him to get mad with me, but he remained silent. I opened my eyes to see him grinning as he gave me an amused look.
   "You're not mad?" I queried, giving a confused look. He shook his head and leaned down, pecking my cheek.
   "Not one bit. I could never be mad with you again..." he realised what he said and became silent, gazing at me with sad eyes, yet still smiled. No matter how good he was at acting, eyes never lie. I sighed and put my hand on the back of his neck, smiling innocently at him. I kissed him gently and pulled back, my eyes brimming with tears. 'God, I'm so friggin emotional.'
   "I still don't blame you, ya' know..." I gave him the brightest smile, and he returned it, kissing me again. I sat up afterwards. Avoiding his fresh wounds as I held up the sketch pad.
   "Can you draw me something?" I asked urgently, my eyes sparkling with amusement and hope. I wanted to watch the artistic Shizu-Chan in action. He placed a hand to his chin, gazing up as if seriously considering it.
   "Hmmm... no." He replied, grinning and wrapping his arms around my hips. I pouted and nuzzled his neck.
   "Why not?!" I moaned, blowing hot air at his ear, he shivered and chuckled. Taking the sketch pad.
   "I was kidding." He purred, giving me a sloppy kiss. We both needed to practice that, kissing, I mean.
   "I wish you wouldn't leave slobber all over my face, Shizu-Chan." I whinned teasingly, and he stuck his tongue out at me.
   "You're sure one to talk love." I smirked and licked his cheek, making him frown thoughtfully. He then blew raspberries into my neck, leaving it feeling wet and sticky.
   "Shizu-Chan!" I squealed as he blew them at my sweet spot, making him smirk as he nipped it. I moaned and he lifted me up, swaying back and forth. He then dropped me on the couch before wiggling the pad in my face.
   "I have to draw my love something, be right back." He smiled teasingly before hurying off, searching for materials. I grinned and turned the TV on as I waited. I could have sworn I saw a flash of light sometime later, but ignored it. It was most likely just Shizuo.

(A/N- yehsss, it was boring, but I have major writer's block. Don't judge. It's cruddy. Hehe, I bet you thought I would give you smut for a moment, huh? To bad, dearies, because Author is a horrible person who can't write it and also doesn't feel so safe bout writing something like that. I already feel akward writing kissy scenes, that one makes me feel super unsafe. If your willing to submit one for a chapter, and it makes sense with the plot, I guess I could use it and dedicate it to you if you really want some smut that bad. I would feel better since I wasn't the one to write it. THATS THE ONLY WAY YOU DEARS GET ANY SMUT. 0_0 oh, and how do you dedicate...?)