Chapter Ten...

WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE?

/dies

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Shizuo awoke the next morning, to no one next to him. He looked around wildly, before he shot up off of the couch.

"Izaya?" he called out. Fuck, don't tell him the damn informant had le-

"Yeeessss?" Came the chimed word.

Oh.

"Shizu-chan, why the hell are there flowers out here?"

What, he didn't remember? Shizuo rolled his eyes, as he walked up from behind, and hugged Izaya around his waist, resting his head on top of the informant's. A chuckle came to him.

"...Housewife."

"What?"

"Nothing." he said quickly, as he let go of Izaya. He looked at the time.

Hell, it was already that late?

Izaya looked at him, as he twirled the switchblade in his hand. "Work?"

Shizuo looked at him, with a small apologizing smile.

Izaya frowned, and waved him off. "Just go."

"What are you going to do?"

Izaya looked to Shizuo. "... Anything that catches my attention."

"...Lovely. I'll be back at normal time. Don't do anything stupid, okay?" Shizuo asks, as he quickly makes toast.

"Well, I don't think I can. If I let go of this..." He waved the switchblade in the air. "I'll be in a great state of disadvantage."

Shizuo couldn't deny that. He grabbed his keys and his phone, and began to head out. "Oh, and, Izaya?"

"Hmm?" The informant questioned.

"...Never mind."

Izaya watched as the door closed, and as Shizuo scuffled away from down below. He smiled, as a short chuckle came from him.

"You don't have to be so shy now, Shizu-chan." He mumbles to himself, as he walks to the kitchen.

Grabbing an apple, he began to eat it, as he looked out the window again. The feeling of being watched was there once again. But who was it...? There was a small pang in the back of his head. He frowned, as he rubbed the part of his head that hurt.

"... What the hell."

He jumped, as a knock at the door alerted him. Throwing the core of the apple away, he goes, and opens the door slowly.

"Izaya~!" The woman chimed as she hugged on to him, making him almost lose grip of the flick blade in his hand, as he miraculously pushed the woman off of him somehow. "... hello to you too, Meena."

The copper haired beauty intruded in to the house as she sat on the couch, much to the informant's dismay. The girl wanted something; he could tell by the way she had made herself up today; appealing to any man. She could throw herself at the most loyal of husbands and make them stray. A living succubus.

"What do you need, Meena?"

The woman looked up at him, her glossy lips shining as the sun came in through the blinds of the windows, as she sighed lightly. "I'm in trouble, Izaya." She said. "I need your help."

"... I have a feeling I can't refuse."

"You can't." She said.

"... You say it so knowingly." He said as he crossed his arms, one eyebrow up, her attitude piquing his interest to a degree of cautionary curiosity.

"... I may have... opened a few accounts with you as a secondary liability."

Face palm.

"... You've withdrawn more than you could afford."

Silence, as Izaya just stared at the woman in front of him, as he leaned on the wall. "Christ, woman, this is why we don't talk anymore."

"Well, since you lost your memory I-"

"Stop. Just stop. God, you're such a Gold Digger..." Izaya said.

If he was in his normal condition he could take care of this easily. He could talk with any loan shark or bank he needed to get it sorted. But most likely, with the information spread of today, everyone knew he was vulnerable. And probably the only thing saving him was the fact he had been claimed by Shizuo.

Which right now did not seem like a bad thing.

He scratched the back of his head. "... Meena, I need you to leave, so I can figure this out..."

The woman blinked, as she was about to say something, only to be stopped by Izaya. With a sigh she stood, and began to leave. "... And Meena, quit looking through my window. It's creepy."

The woman stopped, as she looked back at Izaya. "... I haven't been looking in your windows."

"... You weren't here last night?"

"No, stupid, I was with my boyfriend."

"...Shit..."

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"It's going to be hard."

"Shut up."

"... Wonder who it was."

"Shut up."

"... Y'know, it's..."

"SHUT UP."

Izaya finally lashed out at the other in his mind, as each one sat on either side of the mirror. Izaya's side was dirty and cracking, but it was cleaner than it had been before. The other's side only had a thin hairline crack, but other than that was completely perfect. Izaya had fallen asleep to get away from all of this, only to meet the personality that had taken over when he had tried to kill himself.

And he was thinking that killing himself sounded extremely right as of now.

The personality was bubbly and talkative, and extremely EXTREMELY annoying. This man was nothing like Izaya. He wondered how Shizuo could have fallen in love with the annoying pixie.

And what did you know, Sparkle McFluffbag also liked to sing.

Izaya bumped his head hard against the mirror, surprised it didn't crack.

"... Why is there a mirror here?" He said, even though it had been met to be a thought, only to realize there were no thoughts in your subconscious mind.

The other stopped his singing, Izaya praising whatever deity above blessed him with the few precious seconds of silence, only to yelp as the other appeared in front of him, holding on to Izaya's hands. It was weird, looking in to your own face; yet at the same time, it wasn't his own. This man hadn't any of the expressions Izaya portrayed. He was like any other of the humans he loved.

But he didn't love this man. This man was not human, nor demon nor angel. He just was. And the simple fact made Izaya's heart flutter in slight anticipation of the 'worst yet to come'. An exciting feeling that coursed adrenaline through his veins. But the adrenaline was cold and empty, making his veins thirst for the warmth of hemoglobin rushing through his body.

"This mirror..." He began, and paused as he moved away from Izaya, the informant's brow twitching in annoyance at the pause. He and millions others would agree, it was the most annoying thing, other than that of smacking your lips while eating, to stop your sentences while just starting, even if just for dramatic effect. He was guilty of it at time to time, but it would send shutters of hypocrisy down his back that convinced his mind in to taking a shower.

"This mirror is everything you are." The other continued, as he walked around the vast expanses of emptiness outside of the light, yet was illuminated in the darkness so Izaya never lost sight of him. "It's your mind; holding everything in it so you are able to view the past; a mirror will never show your future. Yet..."

He paused, as another crack formed on his own mirror. "... When a mirror is left unattended to and abused, it will crack, and become dirty. Muddled, and unable to show the clear picture. Until finally, it will crack. And everything on it and everything that mirror had become will disappears with the shards."

"... Yet mirrors can be remade." Izaya said with a piercing gaze at the other. The other pursed his lips and nodded.

"... It's true. But even so, it will never be the same." He said, and brought Izaya's hair away from his face. It had grown in to his eyes over the time he had spent in Shizuo's house.

"Do tell, Izaya." The other said. "Can you feel that change?"

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Shizuo tapped his foot and stared at his watch, making the man on the ground, currently begging for his life, believe that the God above had shown mercy on him as he tried to run.

He was severely wrong, and found himself four blocks from his original position, thrown through the front window of a cafe, as the clock finally hit the hour on the dot.

"I'm going, Tom." he said, not even giving the man a time to react before he was gone.

He couldn't be focused. Not when that damned flea ran rampant in his apartment... Hell, who knows what he was doing. Shizuo had to admit... The calmer personality put him more at ease. Yet at the same time, the air headed personality made him worry for whole different reasons...

He stopped as he saw the black figure staring up at his apartment window, and crushed the cancer stick under his foot in annoyance.

"Hey!" he called out angrily, and the figure began to run. At any other time, he would go after the figure. But right now, he wanted to get up to Izaya.

Because he was worried, god damn it. He was allowed that much, wasn't he?

His worries were only further brought to light as he headed further up, broken glass becoming more and more evident as he stopped at his door. It was flung off of its hinges, and the whole apartment was torn to bits, as Shizuo went over to the switchblade, which was now mangled and destroyed, as he crushed it in his hand.

The whimper from the bathroom alerted him to the presence of another, as he quickly headed there, and stopped as he threw the door open. Looking at the man, he knew it wasn't Izaya, yet hugged him close still.

"God, you fucking scared me…!" He said softly in to his neck, as the other Izaya held on to him tightly, just crying out for Shizuo.

It took what seemed like forever to calm Izaya down as he held him close, this personality making him comfortable in doing so. Well, the switchblade had been good for a short term thing. But such a thing was ludicrous to have the man carry all the time.

"…. Shizu-chan?" Izaya asked softly as he hiccupped and Shizuo looked down at him, stroking his face softly.

"…. Yeah?" He coo'd out almost as softly, just trying to be calmed around the man, even among all of the turmoil in the house, which had made a bee line to the bathroom. Izaya must have not been able to keep his grip on the blade, and the other had run to the bathroom for protection.

"The darkness is really lonely when you are all alone." Izaya said, as he closed his eyes, as he grabbed at his stomach, his brows knitting together. The real Izaya was causing turmoil in his body for being locked away once again.

'Hush, just for a while, I want to know happiness….!' Izaya said to the real Izaya, who growled.

'You had your happiness. It's my turn.'

'You had your chance.'

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AM I GOING IN CIRCLES?

I THINK I AM.

I'M SORRY FOR MY ABSENCE. AND LACK OF CREATION.

IT WILL MAKES SENSE SOON. I SWEAR TO GAWD.

;_;

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