“I thought you were dead.”
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Namie, his dear Namie, standing before him. He thought he was seeing things, surely he was, this wouldn’t be the first time nor the last because, heavens, how could she be here now? Why would she be? It’d been so long, so long that when things got too quiet Izaya had thought that, perhaps, the world had finally forgotten him.
The time from the moment he saw her figure contrasting with the wreckage around them, shadow harsh beneath her feet from the dusty light above, to when he finally opened his mouth to speak, seemed to exist in slow motion.
He was frozen, still, save for the way his arms swayed lightly at his sides as if limp, and tired, but refusing to stop; always wanting to keep moving, like the rest of him (heaven knows he’d drop dead the second he stopped.) His shirt and pants, both too big and torn and the former hanging hauntingly off his almost skeletal-like form, bore traces of blood, only some of which were his own. Feet were bare and cut and dirty, his hands no better off and his face, god his face– once perfect, now maimed and deformed on one side, poorly hidden by the bangs of his unkempt hair.
Eyes, though first washed over with surprise, soon regained their rabid gleam as he looked at her, alight with a life born from a lack of sleep and a desensitization to death. Then came teeth, chapped lips cracking as they parted for them and gave her that same old grin–
– Except now, it didn’t quite look right.
“After all this time, here you are.” It felt strange, dropping into his native tongue after all these years. He wanted to take a step forward but his limbs refused, afraid she might disappear if he dared go near. He still wasn’t sure if she was real or not but the fact that his brain was trying to figure it out– it didn’t usually do that anymore.
“I’m… hurt, that you’d think I’d let myself die.” There was a low, off-kilter giggle. His eyes had decided to widen, for some reason.
“But if you really did believe that, then why–”
“– Why did you come here? You are… so terribly far from home for someone you thought was dead.”
There was a switchblade in his hand, he realized, though he couldn’t quite remember when it got there.
