Still Dreaming of You

[masinorimoriyama]

((Saturday!! But what will I doooo with myself!! *flails* It's not very clever really, but here it is...))

Masinori didn’t doubt that Izar would break him out of jail. He thought for a second that he might like that…not going to jail, but running away with Izar. It was a very romantic notion. But he didn‘t want to run anywhere if he didn‘t have to. “I have all of my clothes here now, I’ll get you some pajamas, I’m sure it’ll feel nice to get out of these rags.” He made a “tisk” sound with his mouth, “I liked this shirt too.” He added then disappeared. He returned moments later in a pair of comfortable pants, the bloody ruffled shirt discarded. There were some folded pajamas in his arms for Izar, who was just about nodding off at that point. “I just realized you probably don’t want to sleep in here on the couch, it’s not very comfortable, do you need help getting inside?” He offered.

He led Izar into his room upstairs, “I'll let you change and get comfortable, I’ll be back in in a few minutes.” Not really wanting to leave his side, but feeling restless. he went back down into the living space. First he went to his herb cabinet, some of what he took out was similar to what he’d prepared the night of the storm. Calming, pain relieving, rejuvenating herbs. He left these out so they’d be ready when they woke up, he didn’t want to drink them without Izar, since he was pretty much preparing them for him anyway and not thinking of himself. After this he went into the bathroom and washed his face, he hadn’t realized how well the hospital cleaned him up, but saw now that the bloody shirt was gone. The dirt and blood that lined his arms or smudged his face were from the warehouse. And probably not his own blood. He cleaned as much of it as he could off quickly, then headed back to his room.

Izar was in a deep sleep by the time he got back, as he suspected he would be. And he deserved the rest. He’d changed, his clothes were laid over the chair, but he still looked bloody. Masi picked up his clothes and put them in the washing machine. He wasn’t even going to bother with his own shirt. The jacket Izar had been wearing would have to be sent out probably, but he cleaned it off in the laundry room sink as best he could. It would probably look suspicious taking a bloodied jacket to the dry cleaners anyway. Next he filled a bowl with warm soapy water and took a cloth and towel back to his room.

Very quietly and carefully Masinori gently wiped the blood and dirt from Izar’s face and arms as he slept. He barely flinched. He cleaned him up as best he could, and when he wrung out the cloth, the water turned a murky red-brown. As he looked at it, he suddenly heard a faint humming sound, he glanced around and saw his cell phone on the desk, moving slowly as it vibrated. Who was calling him? He went over and picked it up, it was a text message. That was odd. Maybe it was Ebenezer. It was from a private number. He didn’t even know he could get text messages from private numbers.

In the future try not to be so sloppy.

He quirked a brow and the phone started to vibrate again. The caller id showed a number he didn’t recognize, “Hai?” He whispered as he walked into the hall outside his door. “Masi, it’s Eben.” He sounded edgey. “Hai, what news?” He asked, he was just waiting for the sirens to come and take him away. It didn’t matter who he killed, he knew that, the point was he’d killed and that was against the law. “I’m at the police station and…” He started to whisper, “When I got here everyone was all over the place, I thought it was because of what happened, that we were screwed," He said we, and Masi suspected he felt somewhat responsible for what took place as well, "but Masi…you wouldn’t believe it, I don’t know how but the whole place is gone…there was an explosion.” “What do you mean?” Masi asked, eyes wide and focused on the wood floor, his voice was airy. “Somehow the warehouse blew up and no one knows how it happened, but more importantly no one knows what happened with you there. There is no evidence Masi, it’s all gone. It‘s like…it’s like it never happened.” He sounded awestruck, which was strange for a man who was secretly around 90 years old. It must've taken a lot to awe him.

But it did happen. And Masi would never forget it. He was speechless, so Eben spoke for him, “I’m going home to get some sleep I guess, there isn’t much I can do now…it’s over.” Ebenezer said. “Doctor…Eben…I can’t thank you enough…Izar will want to thank you as well. I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you in the past. You’re okay.” He didn’t know what else to say. “Don’t mention it.” Ebenezer said. He was about to hang up, but he paused. “Masi, do you have any idea what could’ve happened?” He asked. He knew Ebenezer’s views on the untainted, that he wanted to coexist with them. He didn’t even understand why he had helped him when he knew he was a killer. “I haven’t the faintest idea.” Masinori said, and it was an honest answer, but he doubted he would’ve told the doctor if he did know.

Masinori was in awe now too, he texted back the private number, half expecting it not to work. An accident…it seems like something I would’ve thought up myself, in a less urgent situation. Sorry about the mess. It sounded like an eloquent response, really he just wanted to see if he could find out who it was or get more information. To his surprise it was successfully sent, and moments later a reply came. Cheers, to a few less vermin in the world. There was no doubt in his mind that Caleb had gotten someone to take care of his mess and the person on the other end of the phone was either him or another Calliga member. He wondered what Izar would say, then realized he hadn’t told him about Calliga at all.

He slipped back into his room and set his cell phone down. It was over, like it’d never happened. He looked at the man fast asleep in his bed. He could be with him undisturbed now. No one else would harm them or tear them apart. He hoped that at least. He laid down next to him, on his side so he could watch him sleep. He didn’t even want to sleep himself, but felt his eyelids get heavier and heavier the longer he laid there. He decided to go into Izar’s dreams instead of sleeping, since it was just as relaxing anyway. His eyes closed and he drifted away into dreamtime, searching for that familiar realm.

There were sakura blossoms standing in bright rows, Masinori made their petals fall and float to the ground, as he stepped out from behind them, revealing himself to Izar, who was looking around confusedly. Masinori was wearing a dark blue kimono which complimented his eyes, he was controlling the dream for Izar. Tiny silver sylphs fluttered about, around them and in the distance, adding to the lovely atmostphere. He could see them all now. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything, just thought I’d give you a pretty dream.” He said smiling at him. “And I have news…it’s over…there was an explosion at the warehouse and all evidence of last nights events are gone. We are free, my love.” He walked over to Izar and took his hands. He could really feel them in his own, he could really feel the warmth and happiness of being there with him.

((Oh my gosh that ended up being massively long, sorry!))

[izar]

((OOC: *gasp* thats... like 9 paragraphs!! AH!!! *rolls up sleeves* ok I don't think I'll be able to match that! OMG and three pages!!!!!!!))

Izar drew a sigh of relief, at least it won't be pink." he said with a grin. Masinori left to go get the pajamas and Izar was staring out the window absently. He gradually felt himself falling over. He blinked to awareness in shock as Masinori returned. He looked up and shrugged, "I don't mind, but sure." he got uneasily to his feet and with one hand gripping the rail and the other holding onto Masinori's arm he made his way slowly up the steps. He felt like lying down right there at the top of the stairs. "Well, that reminds me why I never use them" he muttered darkly glaring at the stairs. He was unbalanced on a normal basis and tumbled down easily but now it was a miracle he made it up with his life in tact.

He nodded as Masinori left and looked at the pajamas. He pulled on the pants and found them without surprise a little too long. the shirt however was comfortably large and allowed him to move comfortably. He looked at his jacket with a sad sigh and put it in a pile with the rest of his clothes. He doubted that his jacket would ever recover. He loved that jacket too... He shrugged and sat down on the bed to wait. He decided to lay down and wait. Bad plan. He was asleep in seconds. Curled up in a ball he fell into the calming silence of sleep. To his relief he had no dreams there was blackness around him letting his mind rest for a while. He saw flickers of things but nothing for his mind to really focus on. He could almost feel the energy coming back into his body.

He blinked seeing something silver in black void. He blinked trying to make it out. It wasn't in any type of shape and every time he though he saw it's shape it changed. He found himself staring at it bewildered. Before he could ask what it was he knew. It must be his power.. or something. This was weird he had never thought of it being like this. The next thing he realized was that it was so small. He blinked and walked toward it letting the little bit of wind rest in his hands. He'd used more of his power than he thought in that battle. He could see the whole black void full and powerful. He glanced over to the side and saw the same silver only this was more wild. The other silver had a metaphorical cage around it. This was the raw power he had sucked in. he realized. He'd have to let it out sometime soon. Probably in a field. He reached out a hand to it and was flung backward into the blackness.

He woke up and the blackness had taken shape. He sat up and looked around. He saw sakura blossoms. It had been a while since he had seen these. He looked down and saw that he was clad in a silver sleeveless shirt and pants. That was odd. He never wore this before. A lock of black hair fell into his eyes. Maybe he was dreaming. He looked at it and imagined it white and it rippled changing to his will. He blinked again this time in surprise he hadn't actually expected anything to happen. The blossoms floated around him and a cool breeze hit his skin. It was beautiful. He stood carefully but nothing happened. The breeze felt good on his skin and he smiled taking in the scent. He looked at his shoulder it was unmarred and he tested it carefully. It moved smoothly and he didn't feel so much as a twinge.

He looked over seeing Masinori coming into view. He stared at him for a moment. He was in a dark blue kimono and he looked beautiful. Izar felt himself blushing slightly. The blossoms blew around them and Izar felt relaxed in the presence of such calm wind. Izar blinked and smiled as several sylphs flitted about. One landed on his outstretched hand before flying around his head. He had never been to such a gorgeous place. Izar's eyes glowed, "It's amazing." Izar breathed and looked up into a cloudless sky. Izar was stunned at the news. "An explosion?" He felt a beaming smile come over his face. "That's great! That's more than anything we could have hoped for!" He grinned as Masinori came out and laced their fingers together.

Izar smiled it was so amazing he could feel him it wasn't like a phantom or anything, it was like he was flesh and blood here with him. He stood on his tip toes and planted a kiss on him. "Thank you for this." he turned away and spread his arms feeling the warmth of the sun on his arms. "I wish I could stay here forever." He said knowing that that could never be. He looked over at one to the trees a bit of black catching his eye. There it was, Need. He grinned she seemed to be relaxed and he didn't feel anything out of the ordinary from the blade. He wondered why it was here probably after his decision not to leave her behind ever again. Izar smiled turning back to Masinori and gliding over easily and light on his feet again.

He threw his arms around him, "I'm so happy." he grinned, "Thank you so much." He loved it here maybe he could return here in his dreams. He looked around, "Is this how being in dreams feel, good dreams?" he asked this was amazing, magical in every sense of the word.

((OOC: wow failed miserably to try to match your post!! lol XDXD))

[masinorimoriyama]

((Yeah I don’t know how that happened, I got so carried away, don’t even worry about it lol just enjoy.))

“Yes, but ‘It does not do to dwell on dreams, and forget to live’.” Masinori said. Izar was looking around, Masinori was glad he was pleased with the vision. “It depends on who’s good dream it is, I suppose. But these are things that were already here, like furniture in storage…I’ve just pulled them out, so to speak, and arranged them.” He felt a little bit proud, and happy to be sharing his power with Izar. “So I’ve come out of the shadows, but I’m going to leave you now. You should be able to sit here and rest for a while before you wake.” Masinori said with a smile, embracing him and kissing his head. He walked down the row of trees, and when he appeared small in the distance, he turned back and shouted, “I’ll see you on the other side!”

Masinori let himself float in his own dark and dreamless sleep for a while. He awoke around two pm, it was still light out, though lighter than when they’d first gone to sleep and the sun was just coming up. As soon as his eyes opened he felt refreshed. He turned over to see Izar, still out cold, but probably not for much longer. He kissed his cheek and got out of bed. He decided to take a shower to get rid of the remaining grime. Thought it was quick, it felt good. He’d been appreciating the goodness of showers a lot lately it seemed. He dressed in purple plaid pants to match his hair and a black tank top. Izar was still asleep. He didn’t want to wake him, so he went to check the laundry. He took out and folded Izar’s clothes. The jacket was dry, but still filthy of course. He bit his lip and thought for a second, surely Izar wouldn’t wake before he took a quick trip into the village, right?

He grabbed the jacket and headed out the front door. He felt like he was sneaking out, even walking his motorcycle out to the road before starting it, so minimal noise would be produced. He shuddered as he drove past the square. It looked unscathed. Hadn’t a tree been uprooted or something? Calliga must’ve taken care of that as well. He shook off the strange feeling he got, almost ran into an elderly couple, and parked outside of the dry cleaning shop. There was a teenager inside looking extremely bored. “How quickly can you have this done?” He asked, holding up the jacket. “Twenty minutes?” The boy said in broken frenglish. Masinori paced outside the entire time, trying to occupy his mind so as not to look at the square or think about the previous evening. I should’ve left him a note… Masinori thought, he‘d totally forgotten.

About a half hour later the boy came out with the jacket, on a hanger with one of those huge blue plastic bags covering it. “There were some strange stains, I think most of it is out, but it looks tough.” He said referring to the imperfections. Masinori scowled a little, but paid and thanked him. He looked it over quickly, really he had done a good job. He rode faster than necessary back to the cottage. It was three thirty, Izar was going to be wondering where he was, maybe he’d go home. He practically slammed his bike down upon arriving in the garden. He rushed inside, ran into the kitchen. No one. He went into the hall, no one was in the shower. He went upstairs, not a sound. He opened the door to the bedroom to find Izar still asleep. He cocked his head downwards, and dropped his jaw, he must’ve been really exhausted!

So Masinori hung the plastic dry cleaning bag over the chair where the other clothes were folded, and went downstairs to prepare the herbal tea he had set up before going to sleep. He put it in a large pot with two cups, and set them on a tray, carrying both upstairs with him. He was officially going to wake Izar up, he was too restless. He climbed into bed next to him, in the spot where he’d slept, hesitated a moment, it’s rude, I should let him rejuvinate… He kissed his cheek again, and touched his arm, “Izar?” He said quietly to wake him. “Wake up and hang out with me.” He whispered in his ear with a short quiet laugh.

[izar]

((OOC: XDXD ^__^))

Izar smiled and looked back at Masinori and shrugged. "I guess but that doesn't mean I can't like it." He smiled catching the blossoms in his hands as they fell. Izar turned and pouted. "Do you really have to go?" he asked sadly. He bowed his head sadly as Masinori bid him farewell. He watched him go unwilling to let go and become conscious of the pain yet. He waved as Masinori called back to him. He knew it wasn't as if Masinori was gone but it felt like it. A flint of silver caught his eye and he looked back once at where Masinori left wishing he would come back before turning on the sylph with a laugh. he reached out a hand and brushed her. "Gotcha!" He yelled and flung himself back wards and opening his wings as if it were second nature.

An elaborate game of tag had started. A few bird popped in to join the fun. He rushed away and the sylph darted about. She went after her friend and her friend giggling gave chase to a blue jay. Izar laughed and the blue jay shot for him. He yelped and dodged right into the hands of the waiting sylph. She giggled and he shot off twisting his wings and body through the branches. He laughed and let his feet fall to the ground and watched the sylphs dart around each other. Izar grinned it was almost real. He had to remind himself that it wasn't. He didn't feel like leaving not quite yet. Izar laid back folding his wings into his back again and spreading his arms in the blossoms. He felt something nagging at him. He ignored it defiantly and shook his head. It came again and a small voice sounded in the dream.

Like a slow fall he descended into consciousness. He grumbled and turned around putting his face in the pillow. He realized he didn't hurt so much anymore but he still didn't feel like moving. "Later," he muttered at the hand touching his arm. Izar looked up slowly lifting his head his eyes half closed in the harsh light. He really didn't feel like moving from this spot. He flattened himself into the mattress and closed his eyes again trying to block out Masinori. He groaned and looked over to Masinori, "What time is it?" He asked groggily still determined not to move. He wanted to go back to that dream. That warm wonderful dream. He sighed but Masinori was here and not there. Why couldn't he just stay in the dream and never have to wake up.

He slowly looked at Masinori again after burying his face in the pillow again. He narrowed his eyes into a half glare. "Don't tell me you're nocturnal and a morning person?" He teased at Masinori's bright mood this morning... afternoon? He slowly pushed himself up and winced. That dream had been just that... a dream. Here in reality his shoulder still hurt and his body was still sore. He put a hand on his shoulder and circled it slowly trying to keep it from getting stiff. He looked down and sighed, "God, I'm a mess!" he said in dismay. He looked down at his hands. He shook his head, one hand which had flung dirt into the pyro's face was stained brown and the other was bloody from holding his shoulder.

He shook his head and look over at Masinori. Despite himself, he smiled. He felt silly for not wanting to wake up like a teenager not wanting to go to school at 6 in the morning. However he was sure it was far from 6am. He wondered if he should go and take a shower. That would probably be a good idea but how could he bring himself to touch the water. Same way you do every time, birdbrain he thought to himself, Close your eyes and hold your breath and pretend it doesn't exist. He shrugged to himself and arched his back wearily. He rubbed his eyes that were threatening to send him back into sleep. "Masinori, are you going to make waffles?" he asked his eyes still half closed from sleep.

[masinorimoriyama]

((I just got back from Taste of Chaos! I went just for the Jrock invasion and all three bands were SOOOOOO GOOD! I got my ticket signed by D’espairsRay just for an excuse to shake their hands ^.^ they all had the cutest accents I wanted to squee and pinch their cheeks!!! But I resisted lol))

"Later," Izar muttered into his pillow. This sent Masinori into a laughing fit. “Me ga sameru,” (Wake up) he whispered, smirking and touching his tired looking face. “It’s around quarter to four, hardly morning. But that was a good one.” Masinori said matter-of-factly, and complimenting the fact that Izar succeeded in making a sarcastic remark at him. "God, I'm a mess!" Masinori bit his lip, “I tried to wash your face while you were sleeping.” He confessed, he really hadn‘t done the best job in the world, even despite the water turning so dark. But then he hadn’t wanted to wake him up. Now was another story.

He thought about the mess that was still downstairs. “Speaking of blood…I think I‘m going to call a maid service for downstairs and tell them we had an accident in the garden…” He thought this was a reasonable excuse. He didn‘t want to spend the day scrubbing the carpet and upholstery after that awful night. He seemed to have regained a lot of his strength, but he didn‘t want to waste it on anymore cleaning. It was weird getting used to money not being an issue anymore after being in debt for so long. Living with Odille, who had a stockpile, definitely had it‘s conveniences. “I will stuff you so full off waffles, those big beautiful wings wont be able to get you off the ground.” He put his arms around Izar and pulled him closer, “I’m glad you didn’t wake up when I wasn’t here.”

He remembered the tea, it was sitting on the desk next to the bed, beside Izar’s clean clothes and jacket. He wondered how much the herbs he was always forcing on Izar actually helped and how much he humored him. “I made tea if you want…” He said absently. Laying down again felt good, he thought he could easily fall back asleep, or just waste the entire rest of the day in bed with Izar. “It feels like longer than a day. I guess given everything that happened.” He looked into his tired silver eyes, every time he blinked he kept them closed longer and longer. “We can lay around all day if you want to.” He pet his cheek again where it had been scratched, it was very smooth. “But first I’ll make breakfast, let’s go.” He said, but when Izar tried to get up, he squeezed him so he couldn’t move, and laughed playfully.

“Don’t you think it’s weird that the warehouse exploded and it had nothing to do with us?” Masinori asked Izar seriously now. He wanted to see what he thought, not just about the warehouse, but the people who were destroyed. He realized he had no idea what Izar thought about the untainted, and now that he remembered he was just dying to tell Izar about Calliga. Just because it was something he hadn’t told him about himself yet, and he wanted Izar to know everything. His hair was scattered around his face due to the fact that his head was on a pillow, he absently blew at it so it got out of his way. “When I told you in the dream you didn’t seem to question it. I wouldn’t have either because quite frankly I‘m glad, but didn’t you find it peculiar at all?”

[izar]

((OOC: XDXD That is soo awesome!!!! XDXD ugh I'm so glad to be out of the car!!! 36 hours!!!! and on top of that I got sick last night for no apparent reason and almost threw up! Not a fun trip at all!! Although I love seeing my sis!!))

Izar protested lightly but rose anyways. He felt the sleep trying to take him back. He shook his head trying to get it clear. His eyes shot opened, "Quarter to four?!" He yelped. He had nearly slept the day away. "It might as well be," he said flopping back on the pillows, "You're changing my sleeping habits," he smiled accusingly, "Making me nocturnal!" he said teasingly. Izar tried to wrap his mind around what all had happened last night. Masinori like him... loved him... and he loved him right back. That he was sure of. They had gotten attack... by who?... The underground gamblers. He shook his head that was horrible. Izar touched his face touched. He smiled, "I thought I felt something, thanks love." he smiled warmly.

Izar ducked his head remembering the blood that he had dragged into the house. "Yeah, good idea. We fell... erm... raking?..." he shook hie head and laughed, "You come up with something. That's the stupidest excuse I've ever heard!" he laughed at himself. "Yay!" He said sitting up and making a victory symbol at Masinori. Izar felt clueless as Masinori pulled him close. "Where'd you go?" he asked absently staring at his jacket. It was surprisingly clean. Like it had never happened save a slightly darker spot by his shoulder. He would never forget that. He had never been in so much pain. He shifted his shoulder again testing it. It didn't hurt that much anymore and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Izar perked up slightly, "Tea?" He said, "With your herbs?" Izar followed Masinori's suit and flopped back on the bed staring at the ceiling. Izar shook his head against his desires. He threaded his hand with Masinori's. "If I don't get up now I never will." He knew from experience that when one is in pain the worst thing to do is to leave it be. It would get stiff and would only take longer to heal. At this point he had a feeling that his whole body would get stiff if he didn't do something. Izar tried to get up to follow Masinori to the kitchen. He blinked as Masinori squeezed him to keep him from moving. He grinned back at him raising an eyebrow at him. "What's on your mind?" he asked seeing something in Masinori's deep as ocean eyes.

Izar blinked and propped himself up on his elbow. "I actually thought about it a bit. Not too much but I do think it's odd how it exploded at exactly the right time." His silver eyes darkened, "Either we have a guardian out there or someone wanted to get rid of us and missed." He though about it a bit more. There were so many possibilities of what it could be. "Or it could have been something that someone wanted to do all along and we're just lucky that whoever it was missed us." he had theories. He was a very logical person... well, most times... he tended to think about these kind of things instead of sleep. Izar shook his head, "I was having such a good time in that dream I didn't want to think about it." He admitted, "But now that you say something it does seem very odd, either we were lucky or someone likes us."

[masinorimoriyama]

((Ouch, 36 hours is a heckova long time, but I hope seeing your sister was nice and it was worth it ^.^))

Masinori’s face got hot, “I’m sorry.” He said feeling badly, “I will hold myself accountable from now on, you shouldn’t adjust yourself to my hours.” He thought silently to himself about how that would work anyway. In reality they probably kept opposite hours. Either Masinori could watch him sleep during the day to make sure no harm came to him and they’d never actually be together, or he should probably start going to sleep a little earlier. Like normal people. Izar thanked him and called him, “love”. His thoughts froze, being completely interrupted. That was one nickname he could get used to.

“I wasn’t going to elaborate.” Masinori shrugged. The garden thing was believable enough, and probably any considerate person wouldn’t feel the necessity to pry anyway. Besides, they’d have no reason too, considering their part in the incident with the explosion was not common knowledge. “Rakes could be dangerous though, can’t they?” He thought for a second, “Or those pitchfork things.” Finally Izar asked where he went. But when he saw him look over at his jacket and clothing, he didn’t feel the need to answer, he’d probably figure it out on his own.

“Hai.” Masinori smiled pleasantly, his herbs, he actually sounded like it was something he looked forward to. What a relief that was. “Ha well, there is that, and then I just wanted to force you into cuddling with me longer.” He considered ways of being tactful about explaining the explosion. When it came down to it, he didn‘t have a full explanation, just that he knew why it happened. “Or maybe it was neither, maybe someone was cleaning up after us.” Masinori said suddenly. He looked for Izar’s reaction.

He suddenly felt uncomfortable, anything that would diminish Izar’s opinion of him was shaky ground. He forced himself to relax. He’d made comments on various occasions on how he felt about untainted, and Izar never scolded him for them. And he didn’t seem very enthusiastic about the untainted last night, and especially now after last night? It was probably not a big deal. “Izar, I have to tell you, I got a message while you were asleep about the explosion.” He reached over him for his cell phone and showed him the messages. “See, “In the future try not to be so sloppy.” That came first and I had no idea what it meant until I spoke with Eben and he told me about the explosion, then I got this “Cheers, to a few less vermin in the world.” It’s private, but I am pretty sure I know who it came from and who was responsible for the explosion.”

He waited to see if Izar guessed first, did he know about the organization? He hoped he wasn’t mad at him for keeping the text messages from him at first, and he was worried he’d be mad about not telling him he was a member of said organization. The thought really hadn’t occurred to him. Not liking the untainted was just something that was a part of him, like the way he wore his hair up sometimes. It was something that was usually unsaid but people picked up on it. And he didn’t think to mention it because he really hadn’t been involved in anything since the incident last night that would bring it to the forefront of his mind like the other secrets he told Izar.

He thought about Odille’s reaction. She was mostly mad that Calliga wanted to get rid of untainted because it would effect her being able to get anything she wanted for free using her illusions. Then she was worried about his safety it seemed, which wasn’t really an issue or a concern of his. She said they were wrong and it wasn’t their place and various other surprisingly melodramatic doom related things, it was quite unlike her. She even cast an illusion of a black raven to follow him around for a few days as a bad omen, which was very annoying. Eventually she left him alone, probably because nothing had yet happened. But the fact that she reacted contrary to what he’d thought worried him now as he talked about it with Izar. Someone who’s opinion now mattered more to him than anyone else’s. “What would your Izar think of that?” Odille had even said it. It hadn’t phased him them, but now he felt a little nagging worry.

[izar]

((OOC: yeah it was definitely worth it!))

Izar grinned and elbowed him lightly, "I was only kidding." He assured him. It wasn't often he got the upper hand and he laughed as Masinori's face got heated. He smiled lightly and chewed absently on his lip ring. He sighed inwardly feeling the little sores on his cheek where he had unsuccessfully tried to keep himself awake. He shrugged, "I don't think you should change your sleeping patterns. I just want to see you once in a while. He watched Masinori's reaction to his reference of 'love' he hadn't intended on saying it it just happened to slip out. He didn't regret it in the least it felt good on his tongue especially when it was in reference to Masinori.

Izar laughed then shrugged, "That's probably a good idea." Izar smiled, "We'd have to be doing something suspicious with them... but pitchforks? Come on you can do better than that." Izar shook his head and sighed jokingly, "What on Earth would we be doing here with pitchforks?" He asked with a chuckle waving his hand vaguely around. He looked over at the clothes again and nodded to himself, he had to have gone some place to get that jacket cleaned off. It had really been through crap last night. He felt oddly like he should apologize to it or something. It was such a good jacket it didn't deserve that kind of abuse. He shook his head there he was again caring about the feelings of inanimate objects.

Izar grinned, he loved Masinori's tea. His herbs had saved him from a headache more than once. He knew it would help sooth his sore muscles and help his cloudy mind clear slightly. He smiled and laughed, "That is something I will not complain about." He said snuggling closer to Masinori's warmth. He blinked and looked up at him slightly confused. "What do you mean?" He pondered it for a moment and it was put into a dim light, "You mean someone was helping us?" He could barely wrap his mind around it. If someone had been helping them they had to have somehow known that either Masinori was there or Izar was there making a mess of things and figure it better to keep them out of trouble.

He shrugged, "I guess that could be." Izar looked at the text messages and nodded to himself letting Masinori read them while he tried to make sense of them. "Whoever it was obviously knows you." Izar said thinking out loud. "And whoever sent it thinks that you're going to kill more and seems to like the fact that the untainted were killed." He thought about ti for a moment and wondered could there be people out there who just plain hated untainted people. That was possible. "I wonder if he's happy because it was just bad people or if it was the fact that they were untainted." he said voicing his thoughts. his foster parents were untainted and he never wanted to hurt them. That would be so painful. Not only that but there were bad people who were tainted out there. Far more than a lot of people thought.

The more he thought about it the more uncomfortable with the idea he was. Someone liked killing untainted people out there. Izar was no stranger to killing or death but he by no means enjoyed it. He couldn't bear the thought of his foster parents being hurt. Even his birth mother. She was out there somewhere untainted. She might hold no love for him and visa versa but that didn't mean he wanted her dead. He wondered if Masinori was one of those people. He couldn't bring himself to believe that.

He moved closer to Masinori and smiled, "Well, it worked out good for us so I guess we should thank whoever sent said mysterious text message." He rested his head on Masinori's shoulder and his eyes closed but because now that his mind was awake he was in no danger of falling back asleep. He was too busy trying to figure out what was going on with the world these days. After something like that Izar's normal reaction would have been it would be best that the world just ended but now that Masinori was in his life he couldn't bring himself to believe that. Masinori had brought his life into a whole knew light and his thoughts that that world was just bad and could never do anything good had come to an end.

[masinorimoriyama]

((Oh nooeeesss more conflict! *Is worried*))

Izar elbowed him, “I know, but still.” Once in a while… he repeated in his mind with disappointment. He wondered if it was normal that he never wanted to leave Izar’s side. He hadn’t even considered being parted from him, the thought itself left an aching emptiness. Relationships weren’t like that, right? It was probably unhealthy. He realized he didn’t even know, he had no frame of reference. All of his relationships had been such a joke. He’d never felt anything like this before. It was like his life had taken on a whole new meaning. He had something important, something to protect, something that gave him a sense of belonging. It was a thing he’d craved in his empty existence, and he thought he found it in Calliga. That he was doing something that would change the world for the better. But this seemed entirely different, he thought the feeling he was feeling could do things nothing else could.

Masinori tried not to smirk every time Izar looked curiously over at his clothes. “See, that’s why I wasn’t going to explain…maybe I’ll just say I fell off my bike.” He did still have some bruises and scrapes, he hadn’t allowed Eben to take the sort of care he took with Izar where his injuries were concerned. Izar drew closer, all was right with the world, until he opened his big mouth. He listened to Izar try to work things out for himself, "I wonder if he's happy because it was just bad people or if it was the fact that they were untainted." He was still being indistinct about what he thought, but somehow Masi didn’t think it looked good for himself. He sat up as he was talking, a concerned or maybe cross look on his face. His eyebrows were knit together in frustration, and he held Izar’s hands. “Well, How do you feel about it?” Masinori asked.

“About the untainted, I mean.” He said, being more specific. “I guess I never asked you…and I don’t know, I figured how I felt was implied. I’ve had nothing but bad experiences with them…” He bit his own lip for a moment. “That’s why I joined Calliga…have you ever heard of it?” He was in for it now, Izar, if he didn’t share his sentiments, would surely hate him. He couldn’t stand the thought. He wanted to scream for saying it. Couldn’t he have kept it quiet? No, that would be lying. It sounded so much worse than it really was though; I’m part of an organization that aspires to exterminate the entire race of untainted human beings. He laughed nervously, “So far, it’s really more like a social network, I go to an engagement party……they blow up a building full of people that tried to kill me and my boyfriend…” He groaned quietly.

He realized he had never looked at it objectively. He just knew how he felt about it, how he felt about the untainted, what they’d put him through his whole life, and that the world would probably be a more pleasant place without them. That we as humans were slowly evolving into Tainted anyway. But what about the other side? He looked into Izar’s mesmerizing silver eyes. What if they were the eyes of an untainted person and someone was trying to exterminate him? What about all of those untainted, as bestial as they were, who loved as he loved? He looked into his eyes and swallowed. Hard. But Izar was Tainted. And when had he ever met such a person who wasn’t? He tried to rationalize. Forget about all of the “what if’s” and see things for what they were. He thought he’d found a group of people he belonged with, who appreciated his gifts, and shared his goals. But suddenly everything seemed to be appearing in a strange new light.

The night before, he didn’t like killing, but he liked killing in the sense that he was destroying something that threatened good, something that was inherently wrong. Something that needed destroying. And that’s what he’d always seen the untainted as. But when he was with Izar, something in him made him want to fight that other fight. The fight he tried to fight when he first discovered his power. The fight to rid the world of evil, not ignorance or brutishness. But they are…evil… He thought bitterly, cradling himself in his own arms as he thought back. He looked down at the floral damask print of his blankets. Would Izar be disgusted with this part of him, would he want to leave? Would these arms, the ones attached to his own body holding himself insecurely, be the only thing left?

[izar]

(OOC: sorry! sucky post!))

Izar laughed slightly but he could feel something wasn't quite right. He shifted slightly and looked at Masinori trying to figure out what on earth could be bothering him so much. He wondered if it was the odd person who had blown up the warehouse or if something else was on his mind. Izar began to have a sickening feeling about his own foster family. They were all untainted. Would they be targeted by this maniac? He should visit them... maybe stay and protect them. No, he didn't want to leave Masinori. Maybe Masinori should meet his parents.. no... definitely not... that is possibly the worst idea on the face of the planet. They already had to deal with him being tainted and that was hard enough for them to accept but being homosexual on top of that... yeah...

Izar smiled and nodded, "I figured it looked a little to clean to have been dragged through blood and dirt." He hugged Masinori, "Thank you so much." He blinked as Masinori sat up and leaned back to watch him his silver eyes molten silver pools that reflected the dim light. He closed his eyes trying to get his thoughts in order before opening them again. Izar drew in a sharp breath as Masinori asked the infamous question of faith. It was like a are you with us or against us? question. Izar didn't like answering it but when he did he answered exactly what he thought and no one else's thoughts.

He sat up and nodded turning his back to Masinori. "The untainted are us. And we are them." He didn't hate people who disagreed with him he just disagreed with them. "My foster family is untainted. All of them are wonderful caring people and they didn't care that I was tainted." He shook his head, "There are tainted people who do worse things to untainted people than they do to us. It's horrible to say but it's true." He blinked hard and grabbed his jacket from the chair. He looked at the blood spot that refused to come out by his shoulder. "I bleed, you bleed." He said softly then put it back where it was, "They bleed. We're all human. Plain and simple."

Izar shrugged kind of neutral to the whole thing. He looked into Masinori's eyes. "What if I was untainted?" he asked softly looking into deeply into his eyes. "Would you hate me?" He realized his voice shook as he asked that question. "Sorry to throw what-if's at you." He said with a soft smiled that he hoped was reassuring. "Masinori, if you could meet my foster parents I have a feeling that you might change the way you group all the untainted into one group of evil." He winked and nodded. "Masinori do you know what I do for a living?" He asked his eyes cold and serious again. "I get rid of people. Tainted and untainted alike. I've seen people just as demented in both realms." He shuttered sightly but pushed that out of his mind. He was just trying to make a point.

He wasn't going to leave Masinori... He didn't think he could. His heart ached just thinking about it. He just wanted to try and make Masinori think about it from a different prospective... a more logical perspective not only based on experiecne.