Forgotten (Book 1 of the Remembrance Series)

Is This Happiness?

(A/N- HAHAHAHAHA if my parents ever found out I wrote this, lol. *chokes on laughter* lucky me they don't even know I have this, and never go through my tablet. Enjoyyyyy~
\\-I WAS FORCED TO DO THIS, PLEASE, HELP- *gagged and thrown in closet*-//
Ah, here it is, buddy ;)   ))

   I always knew Mioku was stronger than normal, but, this? Holly shit. Even I couldn't lift the arm chair at her age, with one hand, might I add. She said she wanted to entertain me, so she started lifting objects, each getting heavier than the next. Even Izaya, who had watched me countless times attempt to beat him with a stopsign, watched with a mix of terror and awe.
   "Daddy! I'm just as strong as you were!" Were. I had come to miss my strength... it hurt so much to think about how weak I was without it. It hurt so much alone to be normal. Simple falls, to-high jumps, even paper cuts made me hiss with pain. It felt so... humiliating.
   "Mommy! I wanna have cake for dinner!" She suddenly decided, placing the chair down. Was she serious? Cake? I looked to Izaya in hopes he would say yes. Turning to look into my pleading honeysuckle eyes, he sighed.
   "Fine, but it's veggies for desert then." Mioku shoved a fist into the air as she jumped about joyfully. Izaya gave a thoughtful look before his eyes widened, and then dashed off to his office. I watched through the glass wall as he pinned papers and photos to a board, his hands flying. What was he up to now...?

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   Izaya had finally made dinner; a delicious chocolate cheescake, and the dessert consisted of pickled turnips with carrots and fried cucumber. Hoestly, he made even the bitter vegetables taste delicious! I still thought the chocolate cheescake tasted better, though.
   "Izaya?" I called out as I made my way through the house. He had disappeared after dinner, which was almost an hour ago. I sent Mioku to bed a little over twenty minutes ago, so by the time I checked on her while searching for Izaya she was fast asleep.
   I gave her a kiss on the forehead, taking the pencil and notebook from her bed and placing them on her desk. I chuckle made me jump almost high enough to smash through the ceiling. Smiling, I turned and gave him a small hug. After a bit most of my strength had returned, so I was as strong as I had been while the drug had tooken effect, still unable to lift a stopsign; I wasn't in constant pain or struggling not to vomit any longer. Shinra said that this should happen, and that the drug has almost left my system, thank the lord.
   I noticed he had ruffled hair, his eyes gleaming with excitement. What had he been up to in the last hour?
   "I figured it all out!" He purred, as if reading my mind. I gave a small frown before pecking him on the lips.
   "Figured what out?"
   "Come on! I'll show you!" He dragged me towards the bedroom, a bounce in his step.

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   I stood in the doorway, hands over my eyes as Izaya directed me towards the bed. He removed his hands, revealing to me that one wall was covered with maps, photos, documents and etcetera, red thread connecting a few photos.
   "It's all the RM gang's fault! They drugged you, and they want to get rid of you! It's all their stupid little hubba dud about this 'no gangs' and stuff, but in reality it's all been a cover for them!" He continued to ramble about things that made no sense, leaving my head spinning. I gave small nods now and again as I watched him pace, his hips swaying like a girl's would. Had he always walked like that?
   "Shizu-Chan? Are you even listening?~" I quickly glanced up from his waist to see him smirking. Oh god this must look really bad.
   "Y-yes." I felt my cheeks grow warm as Izaya smirked wider, pulling me into a deep kiss.
   "You don't have to lie, Shizu-Chan..."

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   "Ah, my hips hurt so fucking much..." I grumbled, rubbing my back. Izaya ran a hand through his hair, face still flushed slightly. I rolled over and wrapped my arm around his waist, nuzzling into his hip. He was so warm, warmer than the room, at least.
   He layed back, playing with my hair as I nuzzled into his chest. So warm... A tug of the dyed locks pulled me from my thoughts as I looked up with slight confusion to my love.
   "Ha, I guess I really did fuck you senseless, ne?" He gave a smirk as I felt a low chuckle rumble through his body. My face became warmer than it already was.
   "D-D-Damare...*" I mumbled, wondering what shade of red my face was. Izaya gave a quiet laugh and tugged the blanket over us, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

Izaya's POV~

   I watched Shizuo fall asleep, his knotted blonde locks covering his closed eyes. His chest was less muscular, which had suprised me. It had only been a month, could he really become this frail so soon? The sight made my resolve to get revenge stronger. They would pay for making Shizu-Chan suffer! Only I could mess with Shizuo, no one else, not even Kasuka!
   Then another thought popped into my head.
   I had just lost my virginity to Shizuo Heiwajima. I felt that beautiful smile tug my lips up even more.

(A/N- I'm pretty sure Damare is Japanese for shut up, though I may be wrong
Yes, Shizu-Chan is the uke. Why? Because Izaya is some wacko control freak so why would he be fucked when he could be the one fucking? Oh gawd what did I just say >/////<
DON'T JUDGE ME!!!!!! *squeals*)