All of the Memories

[izar]

Open to anyone who feels like it.
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Izar sighed and grabbed his key and closed his door behind him. He walked down the step and out onto the street of the small town. He had a bag slung over his shoulder containing all of the medicines and bandages he would need and some water and clothing for his travels. He had Need buckled at his hip and his quiver slung over his back. He wasn't sure what he needed to do he just knew that it needed to be done. He just put himself on the road and began walking. He didn't know where to he just knew he needed to go. He wasn't sure when he would be back yet. He felt that this was something that he needed to do. Before he left he stopped to buy a single rose. He walked into the small grave yard in the town and without thinking walked right to where he wanted to be.

He knelt and lit a small candle that he had left here over the years. He set the rose down at the base of the tombstone and reread the words carved into it. Zeferu Twilight, beloved teacher. Izar touched it before rising without a word leaving the small candle burning in the morning light. He walked down toward the road but of course it would take him nearly half the day to walk across the town. He paused to converse with several people who knew him well enough to not be afraid of the way he dressed. He walked out of the town and began to walk out. The sun was nearing the west and it would be dark soon. He continued into the night in a daze of a half dreaming state. His feet just moved without him having to tell then so.

He stopped suddenly. He looked around finding himself far from the town on the side of the road. He sat down and leaned against a tree. The sudden need for him to leave was over and he felt that there must be some reason for him to be here so why not wait for it. He didn't even know what he was supposed to be doing out here. He closed his eyes and leaned back on the tree. It wasn't to long before he was dozing against the tree. He wondered what it was but all he could dream about was all the times his mother hit him then all the times Zeferu had helped him. He barely had anyone left anymore, he had his foster family but his brother hated him and his parents didn't understand why he was the way he was. Zeferu was the only person he could really talk to. Now he was gone. Gone. Is that just human nature? To leave? He felt a lump go in his throat. He knew it was unfair but he couldn't help but feel betrayed. Perhaps that was why he was out here to come to terms with his teacher's death.

[masinorimoriyama]

(OOC: sorry if it's terribly long for a first post)

The sun began to leak in through the enormous bay windows in Odille’s cottage. It was just about the only thing that was big about that place, aside from the mess, which consequently he didn‘t mind. It burnt Masinori’s face unpleasantly and woke him from his restless and light sleep. People were done with dreaming for now, night was over, he could finally get some real rejuvenating rest if he wanted. This was when he usually slept anyway. Sometimes he swore he couldn’t get any normal sleep unless no one else was trying to. But he was trying to not dream for himself, he was trying to avoid thinking altogether, for his thoughts as of late only made him anxious. He hadn’t seen much of the people he usually hung around, he pretty much stopped showing up for his dead end job. Things were too monotonous and he was growing more and more despondent. His new friend Odille said he could stay at her place whenever he wanted to, after he confessed to hating La Castellane. He told her he preferred the rolling hills outside of Sanglignée, where she just happened to live in her small and lovely cottage.

The only negative end of that stick was the memories it stirred in him. Memories of childhood in the countryside, when the existence of Masinori Moriyama began. When he thought about where it all started he’d begin to draw a path from past to present, asking what would’ve happened if he’d been born different, or done something slightly different, wondering how he came to be here now. Wondering the shameful things he almost didn’t dare wonder. Thing about his family and if they missed him or even noticed he wasn’t there. He guessed he was not very good company to Odille, but judging by her dreams, she was just as big a mess as he was, if not more.

Still she was happy to have the company, but she was a solitary person as well. He was just happy to be away from the slums. The things people did there had no purpose, they were simply brutes and that was their way of life. He wanted to leave them alone to their scheming, he wanted to stop being tempted to intervene. He wasn’t Takishīdo Kamen. Masi asked himself if he should try to get some sleep, his friend was an early riser but surprisingly she was still in bed. Out cold in a dreamless slumber, he‘d checked. He turned over on the couch and closed his dark blue eyes again, and despite his continued attempts to clear his head, a strangely familiar face entered it just before he slipped off.

He was somewhere new, a place he was drawn to and yet was trying to avoid. Everything was hazy, foreboding. He should leave. On second thought, he might as well stay a moment since he’d come after all. All sound was a dull echo, a scene finally started to form. It was a nightmare. Silver eyes looked right into his own. They made his heart burn dangerously the way they looked, like a match was being held up to it. They were bright with curiosity, a certain sort of sadness, and right now a certain degree of fear. And they saw him. Suddenly they clenched tightly shut, and Masi understood why everything seemed so strange. Two hands held the boy belonging to the silver eyes under the water by his head. Masi could feel the sharpness of the icy water enter his lungs, the desperation for air, as things started to get fuzzier. Until they went black, and Masinori decided he shouldn’t intrude any longer.

He woke with a start, sitting bolt upright on the couch. He’s asleep, Masi thought. Something he wasn’t going to be able to go on doing at the moment. He stood up and realized he didn’t have any clean clothes with him. He decided to take a shower and put the same ones on again and then go home and change. Odille still hadn’t woken up, not even with all the noise he made in the bathroom. He grabbed an apple from the kitchen and went for the door, holding it in his mouth as he balanced opening the door and sticking his arms into his leopard print coat. He finished it quickly as he walked towards the picket fence, the air was crisp and felt wonderful to breath.

He had only just started off when something caught his eye in the distance. It looked like there was someone out there leaning against an old tree, sleeping perhaps. Masinori stopped a little ways away, not wanting to disturb them if that was the case, but wanted to see who it was out of curiousity. He swung his leg over the leather seat and got off. He tried to make out who it was, but he wasn’t sure. Automatically he began to walk toward them. Then he realized who it was; the young man he’d seen Danae speaking to in town just the other day. He’d only just left his nightmare, and now there he was in front of him in the flesh. Masi’s face was expressionless, though his heart was racing, he stopped dead in his tracks. Surely he’d recognize him and be angry. His brain started working again, forming coherent thoughts which he had such an aversion for lately.

Danae was a pretty good friend of his, an Animorph, who’d moved there from Italy or someplace. When he had seen her out in town the other day, maybe a week ago, and was on his way to say hello, he saw that she was talking to someone else. Someone shorter than the two of them, with colorful hair, he couldn’t make out yet if it was a guy or girl, but at a quick glance his initial response was that this was an exemplary specimen of a human being. What he didn’t expect was that he’d voice his opinion. Masi was a very impassive, hard to read, hardly impulsive person. He rarely came out of his face to tell people what he thought of them, unless someone was being a bully. He thought things through before saying them. It surprised him just as much as it would’ve anyone else that knew him well when he waltzed up to the two and stated plainly, “What a fine specimen of a human being you are.” And then he smiled at him. Masi didn’t smile at people, it was quite bizarre, to add to the odd statement.

He only responded by giving him a confused look of greeting, smiling and nodding a goodbye to Danae, and walking away. Danae amiably ignored it and said hey to him then went on her own way. He probably thought Masi was being sarcastic and trying to get rid of him. Maybe he thought Danae and him were together and he was hinting that he should leave his girl alone…which wasn’t the case. It wasn’t like that with him and Danae, even though he thought she was attractive. But this guy didn’t know that. Masinori didn’t know why he was giving it so much thought, but after all, it was peculiar on his part to be so straightforward, and possibly on the awkward side too, and…

The young man stirred.

[izar]

(OOC: No worries! ^__^)

Izar sighed and let himself fall deeper into sleep. He was instantly lost. He was young again. The familiar nagging and grumbling in his stomach made his clutch it. He went inside the small house he shared with his mother. His mother was in the kitchen cutting bread and she seemed stressed. Izar was unsure of whether he should say anything. Finally the nagging in the pit of his stomach made him say something. "Mother, I'm hungry." He said in a small voice hiding by the doorway. "Go find something." She said without looking at him but her knife moved faster with annoyance. "Leave me we are having company later." He moved slowly into the room, "Mother can I have some bread?" He asked becoming very small.

"Damn it!" She said and suddenly lobbed the knife at him. He fell again the wall, "I'm sorry!" He said desperately trying to crawl away. She ran at him and grabbed his thick black hair and pulled him by it. He cried and begged for her to stop. He didn't notice the cold, he didn't notice her nails digging into his scalp. He noticed the stream. He was under and his mother muffled screams filled his head. He must wake up! He couldn't breathe. His eyes caught something. Another set of eyes. The face was familiar but for some reason at the moment he couldn't think of it. "Help me!" he pleaded but as he closed his eyes the other person disappeared.

Wind whipped his hair and stung his face. He came awake all at once. He didn't have to open his eyes to know that the wind was blowing like a hurricane. It was one of his defense mechanisms that he couldn't figure out how to get rid of. He slowly calmed and focused on calming the winds. That was one problem. He had to be calm to have complete control but his heart was pounding. He opened his eyes and forced himself to calm down and the winds followed easily and rested as they were. He someone approaching and suddenly felt ungodly tired again. He closed his eyes but he couldn't sleep, he waited and as they approached he cracked one eye opened again to see who it was. He could feel them. It was an odd sensation, being able to tell someone was there because of a disruption in the air.

He suddenly recognized him as the person who had invaded his dream... well nightmare... and someone he had seen briefly with he was talking Danae. His first thought was to say something witty and sarcastic to make up for the first thing that the man had said to him but instead all he could manage was, "You?!" He leapt to his feet and blinked owlishly at him. "What are you doing here?" He asked getting his head together. He remembered clearly what the man had said to him, 'what a fine specimen of a human being you are' that had confused his to no end.

Normal people didn't just say that to other on a normal basis, did they? He hadn't said anything at the time but he wanted to know if the man had been serious. He shook his head to himself, of course he meant it sarcastically, stupid. His mind scolded him. There was no way that he had had that feeling to come all the way out here for this. If so, he had lost all hope that he was still sane. There had to be something wrong with him. That was it. Something was seriously wrong with him. He had gotten the hint to leave find before, so why was he here? There was no way he was going to even hint at him that he should leave. This was a perfectly comfortable tree and perhaps he might move up to the branches if the company proved to want more ground to himself.

Another thought hit him head on. Was he the person he had seen in his dream. "Did you..." he began then cut himself off. He didn't think that there was any power like that, at least not that he knew of. Yes, crazy. He pushed a hand through his hair. It was quite colorful today. It had red and blue and few splotches of purple here and there. He straightened and leaned against the bark and tried to stop convincing himself that he was crazy.

He was a friend of Danae's apparently which meant that they had a mutual friend. Though Izar wasn't sure yet if he was going to like this man. What he said could have been a translation of so many different things. He just hoped that his head would stop spinning and that he would be able to sort these things out without his brain exploding. He felt a slight breeze on his ear and glanced over with a smile to see that a familiar sylph had taken a perch on his shoulder. That made him feel slightly better though his mind was swimming with so many thoughts he was yet again sure he was going mad.

[masinorimoriyama]

He shifted against the tree and then something was different all of a sudden. The wind began to beat upon him with an almost unnatural force and it took all of his strength to remain upright. The man against the tree opened his eyes but was somewhere else, looking panicked for a moment, until then the wind began to die down and he closed his eyes again. Masinori stood still and straight, watching him intensely. Masi saw people’s dreams every night for years now, but he realized now that he’d never once stopped to watch someone sleep. It was ironic, how serene and pure one could look that way, when a whole world was going on inside. In those few seconds he looked like he was at peace, a childlike expression of innocence on his face. He was perhaps even more picturesque than he’d been in the square when looking at him for the first time caused an outburst of lunacy to stem from Masi’s lips. He opened one eye.

“You?!” He sounded angry, and jumped up, blinking his wide eyes at Masinori who was standing like he always did, with the vacant and fixed expression of a carved marble statuette. “What are you doing here?” He asked. This was the reaction he was afraid of. Masi never answered questions quickly, he always thought everything through, mostly tried to let people find their own answers. He paused and then started to stuttered a response. He felt like an ass and he wished he hadn’t spoken to him, that he hadn’t gone into his dream, and that he’d just kept on his way into the city. “I…I was just passing and I saw…you.” He started pathetically. He didn’t even sound like himself now. He closed his lips to prevent anymore foolish outbursts of speech.

The man before him was maybe a head or two shorter, but it didn’t take away from his stature somehow. He had a strange inexplicable air about him, a bravery or intensity. He seemed older than he probably was. He actually intimidated Masi. He spoke again, his eyes taking on an inquisitive quality, “Did you…” He gave a start, and ran a hand though his hair. The image of him as a boy, with his black mop of hair, flashed before Masi’s eyes suddenly. His hand twitched, wanting to reach out, to pull off the threatening hands that had tangled there, but they weren’t there anymore, and he blinked the scene away. He bowed his head suddenly and lightly shut his eyes “My name is Masinori Moriyama, I was on my way back into the city when I saw someone and was curious, and that is how I came to be here. I believe I invaded your dream this morning, and in addition I’ve now woken you, and for that I apologize.”

He paused, if he was going to sound as eloquent as he normally did he needed to concentrate on what he was saying around this fellow. Masinori looked up into his silver eyes with his own deep blue ones and spoke softly, “As for what passed in town the other day, I wanted to explain.” He blinked, “The comment I made was a rare impulse on my part prompted only by what I saw. I only meant that you are…are…well, just as I said.” He struggled a bit at the end and the last few words were spoken quickly, almost unintelligible through the speed and broken English. He closed his eyes again so that if you looked from his resolute expression to the closed lids, it looked almost as though he were in pain, but it was only for a moment, then he spoke again. “I hope that I have not offended you.” His voice now almost a whisper.

The man clearly looked angry, but there was something pleading in his eyes. He probably thought Masinori was crazy and strange, he was probably fuming. Should he leave well enough alone? Now that he’d apologized, should he flee the uncomfortable scene? He remembered the torrent of wind now, utterly forgotten in the other events and thoughts of the strange meeting. It had seemed to effect the person standing opposite him, he had looked even wilder than he did now while it was blowing. Masi’s lips parted slightly as his mind formed a question. The stranger smiled and looked at his own shoulder, and Masi tilted his head curiously.

OOC: Take your time responding, I just have no life!

[izar]

OOC: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY XD // Singles awareness....

Izar's mind wandered and he sighed blowing a lock of hair out of his face. He forced his muscles to relax and sighed. He wondered slightly if the man had been here when the wind had taken a dangerous turn. He hoped not, but he didn't want to apologies just in case he wasn't and he just thought Izar was crazy. He had the urge to slam a fist to his forehead, he had to stop thinking that or else one day it might come true. A sudden thought flew at him, how long had he been standing there before he had woken up. Izar again dismissed the silly thought, he probably just happened to be here by coincidence.

After he had spoken he realized he might have sounded angry or something with his demanding question and exclamation. Izar shrugged and nodded at the odd statement. That wasn't something people normally did but in an odd way Izar felt touched. He decided not to press the subject however he did utter an apology, "I'm sorry, 'bout that." He said scratching the back of his head sheepishly, "I didn't mean to snap, I'm just not very happy when I wake up." He grinned hoping to make amends. Izar took this moment to take in the man. He was taller. That wasn't much of a feat everyone was taller than him. He had messy black hair and the darkest blue eyes he had ever seen. If he hadn't been paying attention he would have thought that they were black. He blinked at how piercing the felt.

Izar sighed when he had said that he had indeed been in his dream he crossed his arms and looked up with a glare at Masinori. He was so angry he could barely keep his voice level. It quivered as he spoke, "You saw that." He looked away from Masinori, "As you know," Izar said matter-of-factly, "I don't care that you have woken me." He said the bitterness leaking into his voice. He rubbed his temples and forced himself to relax. He had apologized and maybe he couldn't help it that he had invaded his dream. "It's nothing." He said closing his eyes to keep them from screaming his thoughts at Masinori. "They call me Izar." He said simply feeling the breeze on his shoulder again and a a small voice telling him to relax. He sighed and tried to do as the sylph asked.

He opened his eyes and looked Masinori in the eyes and listened to what he was saying. He blinked feeling his eyes soften as he processed the words. He didn't know how to respond to that. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? He chewed absently on his lip ring before answering, "ERm... Thank... you," he said unsurely it was slightly difficult to tell what his last few words had been but Izar used to speak the same kind of broken English and understood. Izar's eyes flashed with worry when he showed pain on his face. He was about to ask what was wrong but it was gone so fast that he wondered if he really saw it. "I'm not offended." he said with a reassuring smile. He couldn't seem to stay angry at Masinori.

Izar noticed that he flashed a confused look at him when he looked down at the sylph. Many people would call seeing things like that schizophrenic. However, they were real physical beings that were invisible to the naked eye. Though if Izar asked this one, a dear friends to him, might had the curtsy to let the other man see her. She flitted off to circle the new person. Sylphs were notoriously curious creatures. He watched as she flitted around him giggling in her high pitched voice the whole while. He blinked pretending that nothing was there though he was sure that Masinori could feel something in the wind. He shrugged to himself, then again maybe not.

[masinorimoriyama]

That was something Masi didn’t except, he apologized. He’d hardly done anything wrong enough to warrant an apology. Just when he thought that maybe they were on agreeable terms though he glared at him and spoke in a tone that didn’t say good terms at all. He wasn’t happy about the particular memory Masi had viewed in his dream. And he could see how that would leave one feeling disgruntled and exposed, but it only made Masinori feel more of an affinity with him. He was going to say something in response, but then the other man finally told him his name. Izar. “Izar…Izar…” His insides churned, “Your name means star,” he said it quietly like he was speaking of something delicate. “It suits you very well.” He stopped there, had the self control to not finish his thought out loud, but would’ve told him he was dazzling like a star.

He wanted to slap himself for thinking such things. When Masi did speak, and if it was to women, he’d usually say flattering things to them. He didn’t really “date” but had a couple of serious relationship. He was a flirt, I guess you could say, and usually the one enchanting people. He had a few good friends, but just the same, he mostly reacted with a calm indifference to people and they were the ones interested in him. People didn’t catch his interest like this, he found himself fascinated with the man in front of him. He got the feeling that they had a lot in common and there was something about him…

Masi was watching the man’s mannerisms. He had a quirky way of doing things, like blowing at his own hair and always biting at the metal ring in his lip. It was very distracting. When he again made the same stupid comment about what he thought of Izar’s appearance, he responded uncomfortably it seemed and he regretted it again and wished he would stop doing himself in. Finally Izar smiled and said that he wasn’t offended, and Masinori’s mood brightened up. Maybe he wasn’t creeped out by him after all. From now on he’d be himself, his old captivating self, and Izar wouldn’t be able to help wanting to be his best friend. He looked him in the eyes again. Well, he‘d at least try to act natural.

When Izar smiled and looked toward his shoulder he was a little confused, it was almost like he was trying to hide a smile, or perhaps remembering a secret joke. He figured if it was something to be shared then it would be. Masi’s mind kept going blank and he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to leave, but he couldn’t think of a logical reason to stay or a way to keep Izar around. He felt little gusts of air flitting around his face all of a sudden, and thought maybe a fly was zipping around, but didn’t see anything. He remembered again…the wind. “Are you doing something to my face?” He asked politely. “Before when I was approaching you, the wind was blowing quite hard and it looked like it was very much effecting you, but I’m starting to wonder if it was you effecting it…...you’re Tainted, aren’t you.” He was stating it more than asking. Then Izar was rubbing his temples, and he realized he’d been doing that since he’d woken up.

Before Izar could muster an answer, Masinori automatically took a step forward and reached for his hand. He placed his own over it and moved it back down to his side, Masi’s fingers grazed his as he did. Then he put both of his hands to Izar’s throat, and put pressure with his two middle fingers on the back of his neck, just where the bottom of his head met it. “Rubbing here is much more effective for headaches because it’s where your nerves meet, but if you get these frequently I have feverfew, valerian, reishi…about a dozen different herbs that may help as well.” He explained, his eyes were concentrating on the spot where his hands were.

His face was next to Izar’s, slightly tilted. Had it been straight he could’ve seen over his head when he was next to him like this, his chin and lips level with the shorter man’s eyes, he was indeed almost a head taller. But off to the side like this they were just inches from his hair on the side of his head. It smelled good. He tried not to think about the position he was in…Ok, maybe he wanted to try and dazzle him just a little…but he was genuinely interested in his headache and prescribing the proper herb to treat it. His parents had owned an apothecary after all. His parents…

Something clicked and Masi came back to reality and slid his hands away from him, remembering what he‘d wanted to say before. He still hadn’t let Izar answer about the wind, he was fighting to hold his interest and keep the conversation moving. He frowned and said what he was going to say earlier, “You don’t have to feel the way you do about me seeing your nightmare. I know parents can be difficult, especially mothers.” He looked out across the field and didn’t say anything else. He was hoping Izar wouldn’t ask about his own mother because it was embarrassing, and that he’d just understand that Masi could relate. That maybe they were kindred spirits. He changed the subject, “Were you asleep out here for any particular reason?”

OOC: Happy V day to you too, definately more like single's awareness for me.

[izar]

OOC: lol Me too.

Izar zoned out for a moment his eyes silently following a falling leave. He blinked his eyes coming back up as Masinori spoke again. The was he said his name made a slight chill go running up and down his spine. He grinned, "So you know of it?" He asked not many people knew that Izar was a star somewhere out in distant space. That was surprising and it also showed that Masinori was not just an average person. He smiled again unsure of what to say to the next statement. "You are an... interesting man, Masinori." Izar said cocking his head to one side. He blinked surprised that he said it fir him. He raised his chin in the air as if to imitate someone who was stuck up. "Why do you think I chose it?" He grinned mischievously.

Izar was so confused at the moment. Was this just silly flattery to try to get him to not be angry at him or did he really mean it. With most people, Izar could tell. Him, however, he was at a lose of what he might be thinking. He chewed absently on his lip ring again a nervous quirk of his. He tried to go over in his head what he knew about him so far. Number one: He wasn't an ass after all. Number two: he' very intelligent. And Number Three he had the ability to see inside dreams. That wasn't a lot. He shrugged to himself and sighed unwilling to admit that he had indeed been very flattered by that statement.

His eyes met the other man's again and he was again surprised by their dark bluish color. He wished to say so but he bit his tongue to keep from blurting. He distracted himself for Masinori and watched the sylph spin and weave the air around the other man's face. He smiled as she giggled in her high pitched voice and spun in a slight dancing motion.

He blinked when Masinori asked about the wind. So he had felt her, that was good. So now he knew a fourth thing. He could somewhat sense elementals. Izar nodded at the question of being tainted but before he could elaborate Masinori had grabbed his hand from it's place on his temple and put his own around his neck. He's going to strangle me! Izar thought his heart pounding and a sudden chill falling over him. He froze and then the man started to put pressure on the back of his neck. He couldn't lie. It felt pleasant and his head began to pound less painfully. He listened and nodded, "Thank you. I'll remember that." He certainly would. He got several headaches for unknown reasons.

His face was so close that Izar could smell the sweet scent of his hair and see the dark pools of blue with ease. He had to bent slightly to be able to be at eye level with Izar which slightly embarrassed him. He couldn't help it but his cheeks reddened. "Are you some sort of doctor?" He asked trying to ignore and make the heat leave his face. It wasn't working very well. He really hoped that Masinori wouldn't notice. Everything in the world seemed to disappear and Masinori was the only thing that existed. He blinked when he moved away and began to relax as his hands slid off of his neck. He rest of the world came back in focus and he finally felt the heat falling from his face.

Izar looked at him and cocked his head. That was odd. Did he have conflicts with his mother as well. After he had spoken Izar cough and under it was something that sounded slightly like ' understatement' and he put a hand over his mouth. Izar let his gaze fall to the ground, "I don't have to but I will." He said barely above a whisper. He decided that it would be best not to press the subject with Masinori and he was relieved that he changed the subject. He thought about it for a moment and tried to remember what he was doing out here anyways.

"Masinori, have you ever had the intense feeling of Need? A feeling so strong that you lose yourself to it and let it guide you." He nodded, "I felt that way and I got here and suddenly it was gone. I hadn't even realized I had walked this far and I just decided to stay." He shrugged, "I hadn't slept well so I guess I dozed off." It was hard to explain that feeling. He changed the subject again remembering his former question. "Yes, I'm tainted with the ability to alter air and winds. But I must say I was not the one bothering your face." He smiled mischievously as the sylph laughed and swirled again.

[masinorimoriyama]

He had to fight with all the strength in his face not to smile from ear to ear each time Izar said “Masinori“, his name never sounded so good. “You mean you named yourself?” He asked curiously. He wondered how that worked out. He gave himself nicknames like “Masinori Moonlight” because he was a hopeless insomniac that usually came out at night, but he hadn’t actually chosen his own name. “I like the meanings behind names,” He may have lightly blushed, “I know Izar is a Basque name meaning star, also a derivative from the Arabic word for "veil", and that there was once a great warrior called Izar. I don’t know the story really, just that there is one.” He wished he did know because it was obvious it meant something to him.

He suddenly felt he wanted to know everything that meant something to him. What a silly thought. He just looked at him while they talked. Mostly he asked Izar annoying questions. Izar. It was so perfect. He even looked like a warrior. He could’ve just gushed over him like a giddy school girl. He wanted to, what was wrong with him? Between his name being Izar, and his eyes being the way they were, and then his voice…

The sky was slowly becoming overcast during their discourse, but he barely took time to notice when Izar asked if Masi was some sort of doctor. “Oh no no, nothing like that. I worked at an apothecary most of my life so I had to learn about herbal remedies.” He shrugged. He realized he’d made Izar blush when he touched his neck, and he wished he knew what he was thinking. If only I could see thoughts too. He nodded solemnly when he said he would still feel weird about Masi seeing his nightmare, he had to remember he was a stranger. Stop assuming, just because they both had inadequate mothers. What a thing to get excited over, he reprimanded himself.

“I suppose I’ve felt something similar, but it only got me into trouble.” His eyebrows furrowed together in a harsh look. “It can make you lose your sanity…” He gave a little sigh and his expression softened, “Maybe that wasn’t what you speak of.” Masi quirked a brow at him, he was beating around the bush, but not purposely. He always did that when he wanted to talk about something, but at the same time he was the sort of person that didn’t want to expose himself to anyone, they were two contradicting urges and the result was vague statements like that, which only left the listener confused and unsure of what he was talking about. There was always a concise way right there for him to say, but he avoided it instead.

“Maybe you needed me to see you, to come out here…maybe I needed to see you…” He trailed off then stuck his hand behind his head and scratched his hair in a nervous gesture frequently displayed in animes he watched, “To apologize for having a big mouth.” He added with a little laugh. He was unconsciously walking in little circles while they talked, Izar under the tree, and him just out of reach of it’s branches. He thought he felt a drop of water hit him, but ignored it.

"Yes, I'm tainted with the ability to alter air and winds. But I must say I was not the one bothering your face." He smiled like he was up to something. “That…is something.” Masi breathed. So he was making the wind do that… He thought. He was pretty amazed and wondered what else he could do with his ability. He hadn’t met anyone else with it. “I love the wind,” He said outright, and would’ve gone on expressing just how wildly enthusiastic he was about the wind, “Wait, what was flitting around my face then?” Masi read about all kinds of mythical creatures since he was a child and now he was going through the lists in his head of all the invisible ones, but it was hard to concentrate, he was at a loss.

Izar was answering when it started to rain in earnest. The little drops got bigger and in seconds it was a downpour. He quickly stepped under the protection of the tree, but it didn’t fully shield them from it. Leaning one hand on it’s trunk he was again inches from the other man. “Sumimasen.” He said breathlessly, moving away with a flush that he hoped wasn‘t obvious. His foot landed in a big puddle, to his unpleasant surprise. He looked up from it to see what Izar wanted to do about the rain. He could’ve cursed the heavens for sending rain now when he was so enjoying this.

(OOC: Yes, Masinori is trying to be a knight in shining armor with the rain ^_~ I just read you're going to be away, what will he doooo without his Izar!! Well, I hope you have a great time lol)

[izar]

((OOC: XD a very good knight in shining armor in the rain! lol I know! but it's only for like four days! XDXDlol Izar will miss him! I will be slowly losing sanity going, 'must have Internet!'))

Izar nodded, he knew that for people naming themselves was slightly odd. He nodded, "I chose it one day when I was listening to a man in my town tell stories. I was too young to understand what it meant but I really liked the name." He shrugged, "I was better than not having a name. I told my mother but there was nothing she could do that would make me take back that decision." He smiled proudly. Izar smiled Masinori did know a lot about his name. He wondered if he had studied it somewhere. He shrugged or maybe he was just one of those people who knew just about everything about everything. Izar was actually really happy that he knew that much about his name. It was weird but again he felt touched.

After hearing about this Izar blinked he didn't really know anything about Masinori and then weirder still he wanted to know more about him. He remembered the comment he had made about mothers, "Did you have a bad relationship with your mother?" He asked hoping that he hadn't asked the wrong thing. He had a bad habit of doing that. He couldn't read thoughts or walk in dreams to find out. He silently cured himself for having such a useless power... No. He scolded himself. He did love his power but oh, how tempting it was to want to know what Masinori was thinking.

Izar grinned, "Really? An apothecary?" Izar nodded, he knew of them, he had always thought that they were cool places. He was about to drop that but something had caught his mind. Worked. "You said you worked there? Why did you stop?" He was desperate now to know about Masinori he had a feeling that he knew more about him than Izar knew about him. That has to change... He felt his mind say sinisterly and was surprised by even his own thoughts.

Izar smiled surprised, "That's actually exactly what I'm talking about." He chuckled, "Yeah it's gotten me into some sticky situations too." He shook his head remembering all the times the need had made him practically barge in on a attack of some sort and having to find a way out of it. He glanced down at the sword at his hip, perhaps it's legend was true. Perhaps Need really did go to those who called to her. He really wished that his master hadn't given him this sword. It was more of a burden, if the legend was true, than it was a blessing.

He smiled, "Perhaps," his mind was screaming at him about how much of an idiot he was. He grinned, "Yes, so that we may not live with that misunderstanding over our heads." He nodded. He breathed a sigh of relief, way to come to my rescue with your extra comment. Izar turned away slightly as his face betrayed him again turning a soft pink color. He was distracted by the dark clouds casting a shadow over them. He wondered it it would just look intimidating or if it would rain. He hoped for the former.

He got his emotions under control, at least as much control as he would be able to at this point. Izar grinned and he felt the wind pick up slightly, not his fault. "Me too." He did love the wind it was the best thing. It allowed people to fly (in a plane of course). Izar grinned even wider, "Its a sylph. An air elemental. He held out a hand for the sylph and she landed lightly on it. To Masinori it probably looked like he was holding air but slowly a giggling creature that looked as though it was made out of pure liquid silver was sitting on his palm and enjoying herself greatly as he leaned back and promptly rolled off of his hand. He laughed and she was giggling up a storm as she again flitted about.

Izar again blushed as Masinori took a few steps toward him. Then he realized what had made him do so. A fat drop fell from a leaf and hit the back of his neck. He hissed and rubbed it and moved closer to the trunk as the rain started falling faster and harder. He was about to say something but it was too late Masinori had stepped back and gone right into the puddle. He winced for him. That must be cold. He flattened himself against the bark and hiss continuously at the rain. The small sylph, too, shook her head and went to take shelter in the branched where it was easy for her small body to hide under a leaf. "I do hate the rain though." He said simply and tested the air currents around the storm. It stretched for at least a mile if not more. Maybe he could make it blow over. He closed his eyes and increased the speed of the wind. It was whipping though his hair and clothes. That only succeeded in making the rain batter them sideways. He stopped immediately when he found out that practically a wall of rain had hit them. "Sorry!" He exclaimed feeling embarrassed. The only thing to do was wait it out. He groaned. He really didn't like rain.

[masinorimoriyama]

“Eh, I had a weird relationship with my mother, and then when my sister was born I had none at all.” He was leaving out the details, he left it at that at first. Maybe that was why he didn’t want me in his nightmare. It was humiliating. Even I don’t want to tell him everything. I should say that. “I feel like I could tell you, but it was humiliating. Is that what you feel about me seeing what happened with yours?” He asked. “She humiliated me half my life and then cast me aside when she got what she’d wanted all along, a daughter. And my father was just a cold man who only believed in discipline and respecting your elders. I was unwanted. I was just a custom, ‘have a song before a daughter’ that sort of thing.” He was looking intensely off into the fields. “I…I stopped because I moved here I suppose.” He thought for a second. “A lot happened when I discovered my ability, I was naïve and got into trouble trying to be supa kesshi. But no one needed a hero like me, I guess. I got scolded instead of thanks and was a thorn in the police’s side.”

"That's actually exactly what I'm talking about." He laughed a very cute laugh. It was a good feeling, albeit a new one, he understood even though Masi was being vague. But he didn’t know exactly to what dark events he was referring to. There were the stupid things he had done to try and save someone else’s life because of the fierce desire to be something more than what he was…Then there was the fierce desire to be something more than what he was that led him to making stupid choices with his own life. He sighed.

"Its a sylph. An air elemental.” Izar said. He held out his hand, but nothing was there. Then a little thing came into focus, it was laughing and looked like a tiny silver girl. “I have read about these.” He said in whispered awe, then his head got hot with embarrassment. “I have too much time on my hands, I guess you can tell. I have various bits of useless information, but I really am not smart.” He tried to explain so Izar wouldn’t think he was a know it all. He knew a lot about fiction and fantasy, but about the real world he wanted to know very little. It was disappointing to him. And he did know very little, he was blissfully ignorant, or at least he tried to be. Which wasn’t the best trait in the world.

“Why are you sorry?“ He asked, and looked out at his bike which was getting very wet but was somewhat safely parked on the side of the road a little ways away. It was going to get pretty messed up if he didn‘t move it soon. “These fields can get pretty messy and flooded. It’s not the safest place unless you like twisted ankles.” He had to raise his voice a little because the water had gotten loud. He looked hesitantly out at the field then held up a finger to Izar and stepped out from underneath the mild protection of the tree. He walked a few feet and then came to an indentation where the water reached halfway to his knees. It startled him. He was definitely drenched by now, but didn’t care so much about that, just about getting the heck out of there. He walked back to where Izar was, who looked unsettled and was remarking about not liking the rain.

“I am living really close to here, but we’ll have to walk through the field back to my motorcycle, and we’ll have to ride into the storm, but I promise, it’s really really close. We can stay there until this passes and then I can give you a ride home if you need it?” He asked if that was ok, but didn’t see any other option aside from climbing the tree and getting soaked. At least at Le Petit Petit, the cottage he lived in now, it would be warm and dry.