OP M.I.F.P (Sequel to I'm Not As Evil As You)

Nobody Can Tie Up Shizuo Heiwajima!

"W-what?! But...How?!"

The doctor shrugged, wiping away the beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"I don't know how, but yes, Izaya Orihara is now diagnosed with Amnesia."

"Am...nesia?" Shizuo's head was spinning. How?! He thought, feeling as though his head might explode any second. He only slipped! How weak could Izaya get?!

Shizuo's pupils went small as his eye twitched. He let out an ear-piercing scream, snatching tufts of his hair, and ripping them out painfully.

The doctor's eyes widened as he grabbed hold of the blonde's arms, twisting them behind his back so that he wouldn't break anything or rip out anymore hair.

A bunch of other doctors came, one of them wrapping a cloth around his mouth that was full of... Chloroform, Shizuo's hazy mind registered. He tried to hold his breath, but he knew that would leave him fainted as well. He glanced at Izaya, who stared at him in worry and confusion. Shizuo twisted around to read the others' faces, but they were only a blur, and he couldn't read them at all. His eyes filled with tears, making it yet even harder to see.

Was this... How Izaya felt... 3 years back? He thought, before finally letting his brain shut off.

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When he opened his eyes, he saw nothing but black. Shizuo panicked. Where was he?! He let out a wild scream. Immediately, he heard voices and footsteps coming his way.

His ears caught the sound of a door opening, then closing, followed by louder footsteps. And then a woman's voice said, "How are you, dear?"

Shizuo tried to say something, but there was a another tight cloth around his mouth. He could feel someone's hands take off the cloth, and he immediately began to pipe up, his voice urgent. "Where am I?! I don't have time for this! I have to go return Izaya's memory!"

The woman smiled. "Oh, sweetheart, you'll be fine here, I promise. This is where you belong, right?"

"Take off my blindfold!" Shizuo ignored the question.

"Of course, honey." The woman reached out and removed his blindfold.

Shizuo looked at the one he was speaking with. She was a pudgy woman, who looked like she wouldn't hurt a fly. Or at least, wouldn't be able to. YShe had a little name-tag on her white dress. It read, "Mrs. Takura Aiko."

"T-Takura-san!" Shizuo managed. The corners of his mouth were aching due to the horrible cloth. "I-" But before he could say anything else, he realized that his hands were tied up against the wall, above his head, and his ankles were tied together. His waist was even chained to the wall. So technically, his entire body was stuck to the white wall.

"Yes?" Takura smiled.

"GEMME OUTTA HERE!!! I DON'T BELONG HERE!! I HAVE TO GO TO IZAYA!!" Shizuo yelled desperately.

But Takura Aiko just clicked her tongue and shook her head. "If you continue shouting like that, you'll only get that cloth back around your mouth!"

Her glare faded quickly and got replaced with a somewhat sweet smile. "I'll bring some food for you, ok? You stay right here!"

Though, the second Takura left, Shizuo struggled to break the chains. He snapped the one around his waist (he probably got practice from grinding on those tables!), and he broke the one around his ankles. He just couldn't get his hands free, no matter what. He tried running away from the goddamned wall, but that didn't work. The blonde examined the chains, and realized there was a keyhole.

Ok, his crazed mind began cranking in the wrong way once again. I'll just kick the shit out of her, then I'll take the keys-how? How'll I get the keys?! With my feet?! No, no... I've got it.

Shizuo let the insane laugh escape his lips and echo in the empty room. He smirked crazily. Nobody can tie up Shizuo Heiwajima!