Chapter 12
Posted: 07/02/2021
Status: Ongoing
Author's note: it me
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“Who are you and when did you get in here?” Izaya demanded coldly, hand holding the knife shaking slightly.
The man put his hands up in a sign of non-aggression.
“So, you don’t remember me, huh.”
“Don’t act as if we know each other.” Izaya gave the man a cold, hostile smile. “I remember every single person I meet, and you aren’t one of them.” He stated.
The man mumbled something to himself, earning himself a dark glare from the on-edge teen. He shrugged his shoulders, keeping his hands up. “Well, I guess you’re right on that. We technically haven’t met yet.”
…
Shizuo stayed unmoving for an unnervingly long time. Namie had had time to make herself comfortable at one of the desks in the room, filling various reports on the computer while she waited for her subject.
Each time she took a peek at Shizuo, the scene was the same. Izaya kept on sleeping, his heart rate a regular beeping, although a bit slow. Meanwhile, Shizuo simply stared at him.
He was so still, Namie would have almost thought he fell back asleep, if not for the fact his eyes were open and focused on the sleeping man’s face. She had no idea what he was looking for, but she had decided a long time ago to stop trying to understand those two and their relationship with each other.
She thought their obsession with each other was creepy at best, but she wasn’t exactly one to speak, what with her own twisted affections for her biological brother.
Let them be obsessed with each other , she thought, it’s none of my business anyway .
She spent about two hours reviewing reports in silence, almost forgetting the other people present in the room until she heard shuffling behind her. When she spun her chair around to look, she saw Shizuo trying to mess with his bed. She scoffed and stood up, slapping his hand away and adjusting the inclination herself.
“Finally had your fill?” She asked in a bored tone.
“… I just had to check.” Shizuo said vaguely, moving uncomfortably in the bed and messing with his wires.
“Check what?” She slapped his hand again.
“… Stuff.” He took back his hand, but gradually moved it closer to the wires again.
“Helpful.” She spoke sarcastically then narrowed her eyes at him. “Touch those one more time, and I’m putting you under.” She warned coldly.
He immediately put his hands on his lap right where she could see them, looking like a child who had just been caught red-handed trying to steal from the cookie jar.
“That’s better.” She nodded and went behind the bed to roll it out of the room. As they left, she gave a nod to someone who appeared to be some kind of security guard, who then said something in their radio, maybe to call the people who were there previously back. Shizuo wouldn’t know, though. It was all in English.
He was strongly beginning to regret not paying more attention to his English class in high school. In his defense, though, he had a flea making it impossible for him to follow any class. It was a miracle he had even graduated, in all honesty.
… Speaking of fleas.
“Hey, uhhhh” He started, then realized he didn’t remember the woman’s name. Not like he had seen her much to start with, much too preoccupied with trying to kill the vermin.
“My name is Yagiri. Yagiri Namie. Call me by my last name, not my first name. No ‘chan’ either or I will make sure you regret every decision you’ve made in your life till now.” She casually threatened in a bored tone. Somehow, that made it even scarier.
“Right, huh… Miss Yagiri.” He spoke awkwardly, more used to using people’s first names with no honorifics at all. Seeing her make no reaction, he continued. “What happened to us? Me and the flea, I mean.”
“Ah, so you’re finally asking. You took your sweet time. Too worried about your dear rival to think about anything else?” She taunted him.
“You didn’t tell me.” He bristled but otherwise stayed put in his bed, not wanting to incur the woman’s wrath.
“I was told not to tell you unless you asked. If you’re unhappy with that, you can go complain to the Director.” She was completely unfazed by the anger in his voice.
She rolled him back into what he assumed was his room, then took a seat near him. “But since you asked, I will tell you: you were brainwashed, and we captured you to undo that.”
He stared at her blankly, and she returned his stare with a bored one.
“… What.”
…
After their altercation, the suspicious man had disappeared in front of Izaya’s eyes, but not before telling him they’d be “seeing each other again soon”.
Today, a week later, he was still unsure if he had dreamed the whole thing up or if he had just witnessed a paranormal event. It wouldn’t be too unlikely; after all, his best friend’s roommate was a headless Dullahan, who was to say mysterious, handsome men who appeared just to say something cryptic then disappeared didn’t exist?
After a few days, however, the incident had simply…left his thoughts. He had humans to observe after all, and he had found a few gangs to mess with as well, so while his classes were still boring as all hell, he had found his thoughts occupied by schemes instead of that strange man in the hospital robes.
Which was why he was completely taken off-guard by what happened that morning.
“Alright everyone, to your seats.” His homeroom teacher asked with a clap, and those who weren’t already in their seats (like Shinra, who had been ranting about his headless roommate again) all went to sit at their desks, some slower than others. Their teacher waited for everyone to be seated, then, instead of starting class like usual, he instead made an announcement.
“All right everyone, today we’re going to welcome a new classmate. You can come in, Kaikyou-kun.” He called to the door.
Around Izaya, murmurs could be heard. Some were excited, others simply curious about the new student. He would consider himself part of the second category, personally. He loved humans after all, so of course he would be curious about meeting a new one. Would this one be interesting? Did he have unusual hobbies? Interests? A weird personality? Was he a loner? A bully? Was he aggressive? Calm?
Or would he be as utterly boring as the rest?
As he sat there theorizing, however, all his thoughts came to a full stop when the student in question actually entered the room, wrote his name on the board, then stood relaxed in front of the class.
Their eyes met, and Izaya sat there, frozen. All noise around him disappeared into the background, the murmurs, the voice of the teacher introducing the student, every single human in the room completely vanished from his consciousness until there were only two left: himself, and him .
Messy brown hair, golden eyes.
Looking at him with a relaxed expression, hands in his pockets, and wearing the Raijin school uniform, was the man he had seen the week before.
“Kaikyou Tsugaru. Nice to meet you.”