Still Dreaming of You

[masinorimoriyama]

((OOC: Oh it was a field? I hope I didn't screw that up lol oh well here it is. OMG I totally almost cried when they dunked his head under water and I kept yelling “Nooo!” Geez you‘re really clever with this plot, my ideas are all from other movies or something…))

Ebenezer slowed, tepidly pulling up to a dingy warehouse in Le Viuex Port. He looked to Masinori, who nodded in response, glancing at the sylph. “Hai, this is the place.” He said in a determined tone. He hardly waited for the car to stop, but bolted from it while it was still moving. He cast off the hospital robe and ran with the sylph in tow and the gun in hand. Ebenezer quickly put the car in park to catch up to him. Masi kept telling himself not to be so hot headed. He went inside. The place looked abandoned. Then he realized he didn’t know where he was going, and he looked to the sylph for guidance. She waved for him to follow, and he did, even having a hard time keeping up with her much faster pace in the air.

Then suddenly she stopped, and he took it as a signal to take cover. He glanced around quickly and ducked in a doorway as a man whistled past. As he passed Masinori quickly followed. As long as he stayed out of his periphery, in the 180 degrees that the eyes cannot see, he could follow behind without being seen. He could be the man’s shadow. ((OOC: Rent the movie 3-Iron, it’s awesome and the guy does this but I forget what it‘s called or if it has a name)) He followed him into a rather neglected bathroom where the man set his gun down on the top of a urinal and set to work. ((haha sorry)) Masinori swiftly hit him over the head with the handle of his own gun and the man folded to the floor. The sylph crossed her arms and he grabbed the other gun, not even glancing back at the man. “Let’s find him.” He said.

They set off into the hallway and were not interrupted again. She paused in front of an old metal door. That must be the place. Masi had to think quick, should he just barge in there? That was so unlike him. She started flitting about in a panic and that was all the answer he needed. He lifted a combat boot clad foot, and with one swift kick the door screeched open. The sound alone was terrifying. It echoed through the empty room. The little silver sylph flitted around a bloody spot where Izar must’ve been. It was such a disappointment. Masinori’s heart raced as he looked every which way. The sylph was being noisy, “Shh, shhh.” He said waving his hand at her so he could listen. There was quite a ruckus being made nearby. The sylph suddenly became very alert, and perhaps pale, if she wasn’t already so fair. It was hard to tell. She bolted off and Masinori followed again, so she heard it too.

A few paces down, a door stood ajar, leaking white light into the filthy dingy hall. He peered inside the space to see some men smoking and looking out an opening into a field. The room was white and had obviously been cared for. The warehouse was some sort of cover. Something intense was going on in that field judging by the noise. And judging by the sylph, Izar was out there. Masi promptly swung the door open, and with both guns in hand, he fired shots at the men. Their blood splashed across the white walls like spray paint, as they fell, dropping their cigarettes. Masinori knelt to pick one up and as he put it in his mouth, he saw the bucket of water. His heart sank within him and he took a deep drag. He stormed towards the doorway and stepped out.

Izar was there, wings spread, fire surrounding him on every side. His eyes were almost black and he was in an angry frenzy, screaming and flapping his wings, creating strong currents. Another man was across from him, balls of fire forming in his hands and shooting out at the angry angel. It was so noisy, he didn’t know how he’d missed all of this from the car. It was like he’d walked into hell, or the last battle between heaven and hell. The wind blew around him, tousling his ruffled white and bloodied shirt, and with a gun in each hand and a cigarette in his mouth he pointed at the man who was obviously controlling fire, and shot. He didn’t even care that he was Tainted, no one got away with harming Izar. He kept shooting until that man folded over in a messy heap as well. He stuck both guns in his pocket and let the cigarette fall from his lips. Then he ran at Izar, despite how frightening he looked. “Izar!” He breathed.

Ebenezer came in at that moment, glancing nervously around. He looked terrified by the bloody mess that seemed to follow in Masinori’s wake. He saw the winged Izar, wind swirling around him. He was a mess, but he looked utterly terrifying, and he could hardly believe that Masinori was willingly approaching him. “Izar…” Masinori whispered, choked, again. He was walking against a gale. He had been running, but the strength of the wind had slowed him to a forced walk. “Izar…it’s me…” He said, looking up with wide sad eyes, and reaching a hand out to him.

[izar]

((OOC: no you had the right idea, kind of in a warehousey type thingy... SQUEEEE The sylph was so cute!! You portrayed her brilliantly!! *glomps*))

He felt like a feral animal lurking alone in his dark mind lashing out at anything and everything in his way.The man below him was picking the fight up a little bit. He dodged th flames dimly aware that the bandages hanging off of his wing was a potential hazard. He hissed and bared his teeth like an animal and dropped down in a powerful kick and doing some hand to hand before he tried to roast him again. The people in the window were watching and pleased it made Izar want to kill the pyro even more. He felt flames pressing in on him like a giant cage of flames and for a frightening minute realized that that was exactly what it was. He looked around and panicked. They were getting closer. He looked below his mind acting on instinct and not mind anymore.

With a indistinguishable battle cry he folded his wings and dove between the bars of the bottom of the flames. smoke trailed him as he rocketed toward the ground. he opened his wings just as he was about to splat and skimmed the dirt scraping his hand along it and flinging it into the eyes of the pyro. He rose and felt a new anger in him. "Oathbreaker!" he screamed. How dare he abuse his element and enjoy it. He just noticed the smile on the man's face at Izar's impending doom in the flaming vortex. The urge to kill was intensified and again the flames were surrounding him. This time closer together. Izar formed a ball of swirling wind. Every beat of his wings fueled the wind and his life depended on it. He felt the heat of the flames and could only imagine what burning would feel like. Feathers usually burned easily.

Shots rang out and Izar blinked the flames receding and dieing. He snapped his wings opened at once and examined the scene below. The man was in a bloody heap of bone and flesh and no longer a threat. Izar hadn't killed him he needed to kill something. He felt the need consume him just like the sword. He looked down hearing his name faintly. He looked down and he recognized Masinori. This couldn't be,he told himself, Masinori had been hurt, there was no way. It was a trick!! The man was dead what did they need to do this for!? He ignored the illusion and shot up to the room where he had fallen, focused on killing every living person up there. As he rose a bit of silver passed over him. It jarred his memory but the shock of the bloodbath already in the room.

He turned his eyes on the crowd desperately trying to escape the stands. He fell the feeling of it made his min clear briefly but the wetness of his hair broke that again sending him into his rage again. He wanted to die. He was horrible and it hurt. He landed and pulled the whirlwind in on himself. It would destroy him along with every other person in this place. Masinori ran toward him and Izar wailed painfully. He had to get out of here he didn't have to die with him. Izar braced his wings as Masinori drew near. His silver encased eyes didn't want to see that it was Masinori there who he was about to tear apart. Masinori was coming nearer but he couldn't bring himself to back away. Why didn't he run. He was a monster. Get away! he wanted to shout but his teeth were clenched and his mind wasn't working right. The hand reached out to him. He unconsciously reached out with his own hand.

Something in him broke and the raw power was sucked in using Izar as a way to escape. He fell to his knees as the wind died tears flowing from his eyes. He clutched his head it heart and he felt like an animal crying out in pain at the own destruction it had created. He felt exposed and vulnerable now. His eyes blurred with tears and his blood flowing freely. He hadn't noticed that. He hadn't noticed anything except his anger. He glanced at the man crumpled on the floor. He couldn't stand it he emptied his stomach on the dirt and coughed. His world opened up to a whole knew slew of hurts. Not only was his shoulder and wing throbbing faithfully, but now his wings were scorched and he felt the pain of several new burns.

He looked over at Masinori and put his face in his hands. How could Masinori have seen him like that, he was a monster why would Masinori ever want to love him again. His world crumbled out from under him and he couldn't do anything more than cry like a weak and injured bird. "I'm sorry," he half wailed, "kill me." He was thinking clearly now and as the tears and blood soaked his shirt and jacket he realized weakly that this was his favorite jacket. The sylph flew from her place behind Masinori to Izar floating in front of him patting his head lightly with her tiny hands. She looked at Masinori and promptly sat in midair as though she was guarding him. Izar realized how much he had scared her and wanted to die even more.

[masinorimoriyama]

((Haha, that’s great! I have practically no idea what a sylph is so I just tried to use what you’ve said))

Izar reached his hand out to him at last, through the storm. He grasped it, a feeling a triumph taking over when he felt his soft hand in his own. Then, it seemed like the winds had blown up on only Izar. There was one last great gust, like a bomb going off, it flew in towards Izar and Masi felt something like an aftershock. Izar fell to his knees and let go of his hand. He watched him fall in slow motion, his hand slowly falling away. He was bleeding pretty profusely. Masinori kept trying to reach out to him again, but Izar kept moving. Like an untamed bird, or a butterfly, evading his grasp. He was crying and looking about. His eyes fell on the pyro, he doubted there was any life left in him after all those shots, and he watched Izar throw up at the sight. All he could think was that he made him throw up. He'd repulsed him.

He felt ashamed, but he wasn’t the only one. "I'm sorry," he half wailed, "kill me." Masinori’s heart ached and he gasped for air at the strain of it. He felt like he was being strangled. To see Izar like this. It should’ve been him in pain, instead he was standing there with just a few minor bruises. It was all his fault. If only he hadn’t run towards the drunkard, if only he’d stood by him. He briefly glanced back at Ebenezer, “Help me get him out of here!” That was the primary thought on his mind. He knelt down in front of Izar and protectively embraced his head, pulling it to his chest and resting his own head against it. Masinori’s breathing was probably just as harsh as his. He couldn’t even think straight, he just wanted to get Izar out of there now.

Ebenezer nodded and helped him stand Izar up. One arm was slung over Eben’s shoulder, and the other over Masi’s. His wings were draped pathetically behind him as they walked. He was so battered and bloody, that they looked red instead of their usual black or white. Masinori held the hand that was over his shoulder, and gently caressed it to comfort him. They made their exit as quickly as they could. Were there people watching the event? Masinori hadn’t even noticed. He only made sure to take out anyone and everyone that stood in the way or posed a threat to Izar. When they got back out to the car, Masinori ran ahead to open the back door. Then he grabbed the discarded hospital robe and threw it over Izar after Eben had laid him in the back seat.

Masinori grabbed him by the collar again, his hands were shaking, “I don’t want to see so much as a scratch on him.” His voice was shaking too, as though he were about to cry. Eben put his hands on his shoulders, “Calm down, Masi.” He understood now, and didn’t take offense to the man’s violent behavior towards him. He was a doctor, after all. It was his job to heal and it was obvious how important this person was to him. But the violent behavior towards the other people involved was another story. He knew Masinori felt they had it coming, but Ebenezer didn’t know how he felt about that. So he climbed into the backseat with Izar, resting his head in his lap. The hands of the Vitakinetic healer set to work on his injuries while Masinori drove maniacally back into the small village. He glanced back every few seconds to see the progress. He didn’t speak much except to apologize profusely, and to curse and scold himself.

They arrived in front of Le Petit Petit in half the time it would‘ve normally taken, it was beginning to get light out. Odille was fortunately out of town for the week. It wouldn’t have been the best idea to bring Ebenezer Malady into that house with her there otherwise. She hadn’t yet met the doctor, and they didn’t need an occurrence like that right now. There was a tiny bit of information Masinori had not yet passed on to her about the man who’d so annoyingly spared his life on so many occasions. “I’m almost finished.” Ebenezer started, “I’ll help you bring him inside, but then I’m going to head down to the police station to straighten some things out for you guys.” Masinori was already out of the car and helping him with Izar, who looked slight better, but probably didn’t feel it. He looked exhausted, barely alive.

They left a trail of blood on the pink plush carpet and all over the Victorian sofa as they laid him on it. Masinori knelt down in front of Izar now and just looked at him. Then abruptly he put his face into his chest and held onto him. It could’ve very well been the only time that Masinori would do that, since he was so much taller than Izar. Ebenezer was about to walk out, but Masinori lifted his head now, his face was streaked with tears and he had left a wet spot on Izar’s chest. It was disarming, and surprising, to see that he was crying. He snapped vehemently at the doctor, “You missed a spot!” Eben walked over and gently touched Izar’s cheek, where a long scratch stretched, he’d noticed it at once. Masinori watched it vanish before his eyes, which softened from the harsh gaze he didn’t know he was even giving him. So he was healed, but like Masi, the drain of the experience was still there. He could take away the cuts and bullet holes, but he couldn't replace all of the lost blood or energy.

Eben turned to leave, but Masi grasped his pant leg and looked up at him compassionately from his place on the floor. “Arigatou, Eben.” He said softly, finally addressing him informally. Ebenezer nodded solemnly, “I’ll be in touch soon.” He nodded again and turned to leave. As he left Masinori put his head back into Izar’s chest. His hands tangled in his jacket and he wept into his shirt like a child, his body shook with sobs.

((OOC: ACK! I went back and read and I like how the last line of one of your posts was that Izar fell asleep and then Masinori was like, “oh yeah Izar def. isn't asleep right now *whistles*” whoops, sorry about that @.@ I need to read more carefully! Uhh, let's just pretend it was *before* Izar fell asleep again. And uhh, they just kept missing each other…yeah, that‘s it.))

[izar]

((OOC: AH!! He's a healer! ^__^ lol ok that's what happened. XD Phone tag!))

Izar winced wanting to get away from Masinori's touch and wanting to melt in it at the same time. Izar's strangled gasps turned into flowing sobs as Masinori took him in his arms. His mind wasn't working right. For a few moments he was awake and then the next he would be in a daze. He heard Masinori's voice but couldn't make heads of tails of it. Izar felt himself being lifted to his feet. He blinked trying to get hi eyes to focus. The silver had receded and was obediently pulsing in his irises. "Masinori," he said as though he just recognized him. He felt pathetic and it would have been less pain had it knocked him out. He winced as his injured shoulder was bent up over their shoulders. It was rather pathetic, they had to hunch to his height and his feet barely touched the ground.

His wings were drooped sadly behind him. They were bloodstained and charred. The one still sore from the bullet. He took staggering steps, very slowly. Izar's hands were clutched into fists against the pain and his teeth were gritted and he ground then struggling not to cry out every time his shoulder was jarred. He only had his eyes open enough to see where he was stepping and his head was slumped against his chest. He blinked as Masinori left him for a moment going ahead to get something. Izar couldn't even protest as his wings and he was stuffed into the back seat of the car. One was up awkwardly against the back and the other, luckily the one in pain, drooped gently down to the floor. He just wanted to get out of here.

He heard voices but he felt like he was going to pass out again. Someone got in the car and placed his head on their lap. Izar winced and flung a curse into the empty as his shoulder was shifted. No matter that they had removed the bullet it still hurt like a thousand knives. He felt the warm robe placed over him and he looked up to see who it was holding his head. It was someone strange, not Masinori who climbed into the drivers seat. He felt cold hands on his temples and he felt himself relaxing. He felt the aching gradually ebb from his shoulder and he felt deeper into unconsciousness. He woke at random intervals his eyes shooting open expecting to be back in the dark. His wings tensed painfully and he tried to get up not sure of where he was. But every time the person calmly put his hands back on his temples and he relaxed again.

When they stopped Izar barely registered it. The door opened and he was half carried into the place. Izar spotted pink and for some reason that relaxed him and he knew he was safe. His head throbbed and his whole body felt like one giant bruise. He just wanted to sleep for an eternity. He was exhausted and so much of his power had been used up then the raw power being sucked back in had done a number on his head. It felt like his brain was raw and every thought caused it to throb. He finally decided on just trying to sleep. It came uneasily and by the time he was placed on the soft couch Izar didn't know whether he was awake or not his eyes saw nothing but he could hear.

Izar felt Masinori but he couldn't bring his aching arms to move. He blinked staring up at the strange man who had calmed him. He hadn't even noticed the scratch on his cheek before now his mind was occupied with other wounds but now that he knew it was there it felt like it was coming after him at a vengeance. Izar closed his eyes and drifted feeling like he was floating with nothing around but Masinori's presence. He felt tears running down his face and he gritted his teeth. He felt like he missed something important though he had no idea what it could have been. He wondered how the man did it but he felt himself drifting into sleep again. Images of the battle kept flashing in his mind as his dreams took quick turns and battered him at all sides.

Izar woke again the man was gone and Masinori was crying. Izar would have though it had all been a dream if when he awoke his arms didn't feel like they were going to fall off. He lifted a hand and put it wearily on Masinori's head. "Thank you," he said coughing, he'd inhaled more smoke than he had though. "I don't ever want to be like that again." he said his eyes still closed and his eyebrows together in pain. He felt the chill of his still damp hair and pitied the man who had had his head he probable was wet right now and not happy at all. He felt like he had been dragged through the seven gates of hell and back. He let the wing resting against the back of the couch droop so that it was slightly hanging over Masinori. "She's going to hate me." he observed. "Every time I come over I tend to leave a mark on the carpet." he laughed slightly but it was consumed by painful coughs.

[masinorimoriyama]

((Haha oh yeah, he's like a 90 year old healer that looks about 30. Phone tag? Huh? o.O *reads back* OOOH! PHONE TAG! Oh, that reminds me *runs back to add something* There, done!))


Masinori’s body was bent over Izar’s, and shaking with his sobs. He couldn’t help it. Though his cuts and bullet wounds were healed over, vanished for the most part, the dry blood was still there. And while he was laying motionless like that, he just looked like a corpse. He couldn’t bare the thought. He was sure that Eben had healed him, that his body would rejuvenate on it’s own as far as the energy and blood he‘d lost, but he couldn’t register that in his mind. He jumped suddenly as Izar put a hand on his head, which he lifted abruptly to look at him. He was a mess of tears and dark tired circles. He shook his head and clenched his eyes shut as Izar thanked him. He didn’t deserve it, he felt he was to blame for the condition of his Izar. His wing hung over and touched him. The feathers were all sticking out in wrong directions, they were ruffled and charred. Tears fell from his eyes freely as he gently ran his hand over them, trying to smooth the feathers that were in disarray.

Izar commented on the trail of blood in the little pink cottage, and he looked up, “Who in their right mind could hate you?” He said, putting his hand to his face, running his fingers over the spot where the long cut had been. Indeed, no one in their right mind. Those men couldn’t have been right in the head to have caused him harm. Izar coughed, “Are you ok? I told him not to leave a scratch on you…he better have known I meant the inside parts too…” Masinori started anxiously. “That was Ebenezer earlier, he’s a healer. He’s a lot older than he looks, he doesn’t age anymore.” He informed him, still stroking his cheek. Who could hate Izar? If anyone was to be hated, it was himself. He behaved too rashly, acted in anger, and put both of them at risk when he’d charged at the man in the bushes. And he should be dead because of it, but he wasn’t thanks to Eben. He’d said the wound he’d gotten would’ve killed him. Fatal, was the word he’d used. No, if anyone was to be hated, it was the untainted scum who did this. And that problem was solved now at least.

“I couldn’t get into your head, I couldn’t find you…I thought you were…I thought you were… I…I’m so sorry.” He cried, his voice so unsteady he didn’t know how he got that much out. He swallowed hard and let out a breath. He touched his hair and noticed it was wet. Hot tears streaked down his face faster now, “They didn’t…” He breathed. He clutched his hair, frantically tried to smooth it and run his fingers through, thinking of their hands tangled in it--their disgusting hands--forcing his head under water. “How could they…” Of all the things to have done, had they known about Izar’s fear of water? Oh, why did they have to do that to him! He let his memory revert back to their blood, but it did little to comfort him, if anything it made him more tense, more uneasy.

He couldn’t keep the tears away, kept wiping them, and then put his face in his hands. “I’m sorry.” He said again, this time for blubbering so much. He tried to take long deep breaths, but mostly they were sharp and shallow as he soaked his hands. He stood up now and let out an anguished shout, than began pacing. At first his face was still in his hands, then he looked up at the ceiling as he walked, trying to get himself under control. He was just furious and he had nothing on which to take out that fury. He’d already destroyed those responsible for this, hadn’t he? The only thing left was himself. He beat his fists on the wall and leaned on it, his hands dragging up and down while his head rested on it. He began, lightly at first, to hit his head against it. He could feel his brain floating around in his head, probably dizzy still from all of the blood he’d lost. He watched his hands trail down the wall. His arms were covered in bruises and he was still quite grimy.

He felt a strange intense urge to harm himself, but knew it was futile. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the bloody bullet. His feather came with it, the feather he’d gotten from the garbage that first day Izar was over. It was faded from black to a dark grey and now it had splotched of blood on it from the bullet. It made him feel even more miserable to see the blood on it. He turned and tried to wipe it off on a clean part of the shirt he was still wearing. He held it in one hand and fidgeted with the bullet in the other, then set them both down on the coffee table. This was all much worse than a thunder storm, that was for sure.

[izar]

((OOC: wow old healer... lol *searches* what?))

Izar smiled softly without opening his eyes. He realized that yet again he was here and he was wet it seemed kind of like deja vu minus the pain covering his body. No that had been cold. He opened his eyes and looked Masinori over. He was a mess just as much of a mess as he was. He saw the blood on his shirt and where the bullet had hit. A gut wound. He heard that not a lot of people lived through those;. He drew a sigh relieved that Masinori was here with him and not under ground. He shook his head, "Don't bother," he said softly not wanting to cough again. "I'll just have to pull them out when I'm better." He mentally shrugged, "Once the feathers break theres nothing I can do. I'm just fortunate that feathers were all that broke." He sighed remembering the sering pain of the broken wing from so long ago. It had been a while ago but he still remembered the pain as vividly as if it were happening now.

Izar shrugged "Apparently a lot of people." he said matter of factly. He knew a lot more people who hated him then like him but he just never gave them to time of day so he was left alone and no one bothered him, until now at least. Izar shook his head, "It's just a little smoke, it'll come out eventually if not I do control air." He shrugged and only succeeded in sending waves of pain down his body. Izar nodded that made a lot of sense the calm air about him and the relief of pain. "He healed you too?" He asked rhetorically. Izar wondered why the healer was so significant. Maybe he had healed Masinori in the past. He was eternally grateful that he had helped him and Masinori. He blinked seeing a flicker of silver. He grinned, "I'd wonder when you flew off to." He grinned as she went to stand on Masinori's shoulder.

He blinked, "Masinori, you got there didn't you and even if..." he shuttered even if he had made it into his mind after the water there wouldn't have anything find. "Don't be sorry, I though you were dead! Do you know how shocked I was to see you." Izar closed his eyes as Masinori touched his hair. He felt anger welling up in him. He quickly suppressed it. He gave Masinori a worried look. "They knew." He said his voice cracking. "They knew that I couldn't control my power under extreme pressure and they used that." He shook with fear, "Masinori, do you realize what this means?" He had never been so afraid in his life. "Well," he began closing his eyes and willing himself into a calm state, "That means I don't go anywhere without Need anymore." He remembered how horrified he had been when she wasn't there when he needed her.

Izar blinked as Masinori went away from him. He protested weakly and longed for Masinori not to leave him. "What are you sorry for?" He asked softly as Masinori screamed and Izar's heart broke with his cry. "HEY!" he shouted as Masinori started to bang his head on the wall. He ignored his aching body and went to Masinori. He pulled Masinori's shoulders to face him wincing at the rapid movement. He crouched next to him looking into his eyes. Izar held his face and for a moment he felt like falling over but resisted. He used his wings to balance him and the stain cause his to be in more pain but he didn't care. "Do you know what would have happened if you hadn't have come?" Izar had tried not to think of it himself but he could see that that little battle was only the beginning of their plans for him.

He followed the feather barely registering that it was his. Izar rose with him and pulled his wings in and he felt slightly better though it felt like there was a tight muscle in his back that he couldn't relieve. He took Masinori's hand and pulled him to the couch and sat him down before sitting down next to him. "Masinori... I have to tell you something." He closed his eyes and frowned. "I lost my mind. I couldn't think." He shook his head. He looked up at Masinori, "I wanted to kill something... not like a desire but it was what drove me, a need." He shuttered, "I never wanted to be like that. When you came, I.." he choked, "I wanted to kill you..." He felt tears in his eyes and he let them fall. "You realize that you saved me from that. You have no need to be sorry. He shook like a leaf admitting this. All he had known was that Masinori had stolen his prey.

He looked over at Masinori and touched the spot where the bullet had stuck. He winced that had to have been painful. "You have nothing to be sorry for, do you hear me?" He said forcefully. "Nothing." He looked at the bullet and feather, "That bullet wasn't yours, and that feather didn't belong to a monster." He said feeling weary again. He bit the inside of his lip to keep himself aware. "It was nothing either of us could have foreseen." he said solemnly.

[masinorimoriyama]

((HAHA, sorry, just thinking out loud so to speak. (I was going to add something about them always missing each other and I forgot but then I went back and put something referring to it.) That's all. How's your Spring Break going!!))

Masinori inwardly wondered if it hurt to have feathers pulled out, even if he was the one doing it. Would Izar have to go through more pain after all that? He stood up and came towards him, protesting as he hit his head on the wall. He was only trying to calm himself down. The shock of what happened, of almost losing Izar, and of taking lives. He tried to reassure him that he’d done well in coming to save him, but Masinori was just silent, and shook his head. If he spoke he was afraid he’d break down again, and he was just starting to get his tears in control.

His soft fingers tangled in his as he lead him to the couch. “I have to tell you something…” He started. “That’s only natural.” Masinori told him, he understood what Izar must’ve felt like, seeing him, being in such a rage. He wasn‘t himself, he wasn‘t thinking clearly. “I’m sure I felt something similar when…those men stood in the way of me getting to you.” He paused, not wanting to say it out loud, that he’d killed, even though they both knew it. And even though he wasn’t sorry, it was still a bit of a shock to reflect back on. He’d done it so nonchalantly. Izar’s hand moved over the spot on his stomach where the bullet had plunged into him, his touch burned pleasantly.

He leaned forward and put his cheek against Izar’s. He nuzzled him and kissed him lightly on the jaw line a couple of times. He inhaled deeply and spoke slowly, “I shouldn’t have gone forward to take that first man out, I should’ve protected you. I’m sorry that you were hurt and I couldn’t prevent it, that’s all…” He said, he looked into his eyes. “I thought you were surely dead as well, especially when I couldn’t find you in my head, but I had to know for sure…” He looked determined, and glanced back at the bullet. “I wanted to die when I thought you were gone. And I would’ve if Eben hadn’t been there.” He thought for a second. It really was a strange and wonderful coincidence that Eben had been involved in all of this. If it weren’t for his part in it, he would’ve probably never seen Izar again. He had to remember to thank him better at some point, and maybe apologize for always trying to choke him.

“Do you remember when I turned your dream into a nightmare that first night? And it showed how I tried to kill myself a few times, and the doctor who looked at me with disgust?” He asked, and waited for a nod from Izar before continuing, “That was Ebenezer, he healed me every time I tried. We aren’t on the best terms, differences of opinions…and the fact that I’m always trying to take my life while he’s always trying to save it probably doesn’t help either…but he is still always there to save my life.” His gaze intensified, and he held Izar’s chin, “And now I owe him yours too.” Their noses touched and he kissed him now for the first time. He kissed him like he hadn’t seen him in an entire lifetime. That’s what it felt like at least.

[izar]

((OOC: It's great I can get up whenever and I can do whatever!! It's awesome I'm getting so well needed rest! ^__^))

Izar arched his back but he knew relief wouldn't come. He's have to sprawl somewhere and wait till they heal before doing anything. He shook his head at Masinori disapprovingly. He was injured and he wanted to give himself more injuries. Izar figured he probably wouldn't understand why he wanted to. It was then that he realized that they were two different people, and no matter how hard he tried Izar would never get Masinori to think like him, and visa versa. The realization should have been obvious but some how he missed it. He shook his head abandoning the thought. That didn't mean anything though, he still loved Masinori. He just looked at Masinori for a while and smiled. He was so happy to be here right now. Things could have been exponentially worse.

Izar nodded, "I guess," he thought about it for a moment and realized that that was exactly what had happened. Izar knew it was natural it had happened before, once... and that man had died. They had provoked it out of him and he hadn't even been thinking straight. He clenched his fists and ground his teeth, he never wanted to be like that again, that wasn't him. He didn't want to kill. Izar looked up, "Really?" he had seen the bloodbath in that white room. Izar felt oddly touched. Masinori had killed for him, he realized. It was odd feeling like that in the wake of someones death. Izar's hand shook as it laid where the bullet had hit. He blinked away tears and looked into Masinori's deep blue eyes.

Izar put his arms around Masinori and hugged his tightly. He felt himself calming as Masinori kissed his jaw and Izar sighed and smiled, "You have been forgiven a thousand times." He nodded looking into his eyes like they were the only things that existed. Izar followed his gaze and he shook his head slightly. "I guess I own Ebenezer a few things." He grinned then gave Masinori a mock angry look. He grabbed his ear lightly, like a teacher scolding a student. "When I'm concentrating on something like deflecting a bullet don't shake me!" He pulled Masinori into another hug and whispered into his ear, "I'm so glad you're here." He didn't want to let go but he reluctantly sat back to look at Masinori again. Nothing but love shone in his eyes.

Izar nodded slowly, he remembered that vividly. He remembered how devastating it had been to see that and to think about there not being a Masinori. Izar nodded again, "I need to thank him. Not only for keeping me in one piece but you too." he smiled warmly. Izar looked into Masinori's eyes and he could only stare as Masinori said he owned Ebenezer his life and Izar's. Izar fell into the kiss letting himself savor it. He wrapped his arms around Masinori and held him close. He never wanted this moment to end and when Izar broke off for air he rested his forehead against Masinori's his eyes closed. There were no words that could describe how he felt. He leaned forward and pulled Masinori into another kiss. He almost lost Masinori tonight, he didn't want to take anything for granted.

[masinorimoriyama]

((And you get to rp with me a ton! lol Glad it's going good...))

Masinori paled at Izar’s surprise. He hadn’t realized that he’d been the one who’d laid waste to the thugs in the white room? He figured it was a given considering he’d blazed into the battle area with a gun in each hand, shooting up the place. But then Izar had been in a blind rage, maybe he hadn’t noticed? He didn’t say anything else just then. Izar’s hand was over the healed bullet wound. It made him lose concentration. He put his arms around him and told him he’d been forgiven a thousand times. Then he grabbed his ear, “That’s what you were doing?!” He stared blankly into space. “You‘re amazing.” He said in awe of the fact that he could do that, and feeling foolish for shaking him.

“So you don’t feel that me killing all those men was evil?” He said between kisses. Masinori’s view on what was evil had changed over the years. Having seen into people’s heads and hearts, he knew that everyone had at least a little darkness there and so it kind of had to change. The sort of behavior he’d exhibited under these circumstances was what he would consider in other people an evil for the greater good and therefore excusable. The do-er of said deeds was not a bad of evil person, but a scoundrel in the most righteous sense possible for a scoundrel. But what did Izar think? Was he forgiven a thousand times over for that?

Masinori started to lose himself in their kiss, barely conscious of anything else but the man in his arms. But suddenly a new thought occurred to him and he abruptly broke off. He hadn’t realized it until he started talking, but his breathing was heavier. He felt a little embarrassed at that. “Do you think…I am going to be in trouble?” Masinori asked. The idea had never occurred to him. The cops would eventually find the bodies in that warehouse. Eben was even on his way down to the police station right now to “straighten some things out”. What did he mean by that? Was he going to turn him in? Masinori had no idea, but he figured he should lay low and wait for him to call. He said he’d be in touch, right?

He shook his head, “No, I’m sure it’ll be fine…what they were doing was wrong…” He said, trying to assure himself more than anyone else. He thought he sounded like Masinori as a teenager, reckless and moral, when he went on his wild missions to right the wrongs of the world. He placed short kisses on Izar’s lips and looked down at their bloody clothing. “Can I get you anything? Do you want to eat, sleep, bathe, anything?” He asked, wanting to make Izar as comfortable as he could. If he felt anything like what Masinori felt like, he probably felt like shit. “I feel like I haven’t slept in a year and then I ran ten miles in the mud. I probably look like it too.” He smirked. “You of course, still look amazing…”

((I have an evil plan for the warehouse so they don’t get in trouble, just wait and see ^.^ mahahahaa!))

[izar]

((OOC: haha!! XDXD I can't wait! what clever thing you have up your sleeve this time!))

Izar looked at him oddly then smiled warmly. "Yeah that's what I was doing." He felt like laughing so much. Not only at that but the fact that what happened tonight had brought them closer. He didn't know why he found it so comically but it seemed like it would have been something that only happened in an anime or something. "What did you think I was doing. I'm not invincible, if I got hit I could have died." He looked at Masinori and began to laugh. "It's not your fault of course what could a little dagger do?" He smiled and then hugged Masinori. "I'm not laughing at you," he clarified, "I'm laughing at the... what's it called?.. irony? of it all." He grinned then gave a half bow and winced as his shoulder twinged. "I've gotten that a lot tonight."

Izar's eyes darkened at the mention of the men who had caught him. He looked at Masinori and shook his head. "I'm just mad that you got there first." Izar said coldly looking away for a moment. What he would have done to them would have been far worse than anything that Masinori had done. At least they died quickly. Izar shook his head disappointed in his own blood lust but he said what was gnawing at his brain, "They were luck that you got there first." He said slowly and that was all he needed to say to express his deep hatred and vengeful side. He looked at Masinori and smiled softly, "I don't think you were wrong at all. Isn't it the responsibility of those who can to get rid of those who take advantage of others. Like vigilantes." He shrugged and reminded himself that he needed to not move his shoulder for a while.

Izar felt like falling asleep again but he bit his lip against to keep himself awake. He blinked he hadn't though about that. That wasn't good. Masinori might get in trouble but irregardless of what the circumstances were he had killed. Izar looked at him and kissed him once, "I'm sure it'll be fine. Even if someone has enough nerve to stand and defend those people he was sure Masinori wouldn't get in too much trouble. "I won't let that happen. I'll get Ebenezer to help too." He said reassuringly and hugged him tightly. Izar grinned, "If something does happen, I'll break you out and we can escape to.. erm... America, or Canada." He shrugged. He really didn't want Masinori to get locked up for saving him. That was unfathomable.

Izar nodded and smiled, "Of course it'll be alright. No one would believe their story over yours." Izar laughed and grinned, "All of the above." He nodded, "I agree." He looked himself over. He looked bad his clothing was tattered and bloody. And what didn't have blood on it was covered in dirt. Izar snorted laughter, "Yeah the blood and dirt really bring out my eyes." He joked. He mimicked Masinori's expression, "You should try it, being dragged through hell is quite... exhilarating." he laughed and sat back. "I vote sleep would be nice." he offered. He chuckled lightly, "Masinori, of all the nights, this had to happen tonight. If it was a test of our love I think we passed." he grinned and felt himself slipping off into sleep. No amount of trying could keep him awake for much longer.

((Heads up!! I'm going to be going to get my sister Thursday so I won't post back 'til probably Saturday if I can!! <3))