Kogareru {IZAR}

[masinorimoriyama]

Translation: Longing Love! (It's a Japanese word mentioned in this Miyavi interview, thought you'd appreciate that ^_^)
Tagged: Izaaarrr duh
Rated: I don't freaking know, W-ish for now

“I’m here.” Masinori announced as he dismounted his motorcycle, he was just beside the ruins of the warehouse, which was surrounded by caution tape and now deserted. The shadowy figure put a hand up as if to say he needn’t come any closer. Masinori stood straight and tall and quirked a brow. The man pulled out a slip of paper which immediately took flight and floated to a position right in front of Masinori’s chest. He reached up and took it. Telekinetic, he guessed. There were names scrolled on it in an elegant script. “What’s this?” Masinori asked. “An assignment, we thought you seemed a little restless.” His body half turned towards the warehouse. “Shall I fold you a paper swan?” Masinori asked, a little frustrated. “No, you shall exterminate the people belonging to those names because they have offended Calliga and the world with their existence.” Masinori’s face remained expressionless. He didn’t protest or ask questions but waited to see if there was more. “We know you’ll do splendidly.” That was all he got.”

For some reason or another, Izar was not fond of automobiles of any sort it seemed. It kind of worked out in Masi’s favor this time around. The two were going to Paris that weekend to meet Izar’s parents. Separately on the way there as Masi had “some kind of business to attend to first“. He had wanted to meet them quickly, but somehow he still felt insanely nervous about it. It was funny, but he had been relieved that Izar was going to tell them about his relationship. He thought, Oh great, I wont have to watch how I act, it’ll be a load off. Especially considering they were untainted and that was making him nervous and confused enough to begin with. But the more he thought about it, the more anxious he got. What if they were angry, disgusted, what if they threw him out and told him to stay away from their son? So many things could go wrong.

He hadn’t told Izar about this “business” because he honestly didn’t know what to say. He said Calliga needed him, which was the truth with the details left out. He made it sound like he was going to a meeting or something. Two parts of himself were going at it after that. He hadn’t lied was the opinion of one part, but the other more victorious part of him felt like shit and knew what he’d done went against everything he’d ever said to Izar about honesty and loving him. He planned on telling him everything as soon as it was over and he had a minute alone with him. He would’ve told him sooner, but he’d forgotten his phone of course and Izar was already there ahead of him.

So he arrived to Paris alone, in a small European car that Odille had recently acquired while away (She’d come home to announce she had a car only to find a blood bath in her living room). The two would travel back together, if he could coax Izar into the drive. He looked down at the slip of paper. A name and an address and a note along the lines of “and anyone else who gets in the way.” He was supposed to kill these people. They were either untainted, or some kind of Tainted that Calliga deemed useless…or they’d just offended them…he wasn’t really sure. The latter was what he’d been told, and he thought it odd that he was sent to do such a task for such a petty reason.

Had it been a few months ago, maybe he would’ve followed orders blindly. But probably not. He knew he wouldn’t have been cool with the whole ‘we point, you shoot’ deal, even if he wasn‘t questioning things. He needed more of an explanation than “We know you’ll do splendidly.” He’d been disappointed with Calliga almost immediately. From the party where no one really talked to him, to the weeks of silence. Yeah, he was restless! And now this was probably some kind of test to try his loyalty, they send him off to kill people and don’t tell him who or what or why. Would they give information more freely after he completed this task? He didn’t even want to find out anymore, he was unimpressed and uninterested. He'd tried to get into Caleb's dreams, find out what they were playing at, but couldn't find him. Why did that keep happening lately? He decided to go and check it out, see who these people were. If attacked, he would defend himself and kill them if necessary. Otherwise he’d try to talk them, maybe scare them, try to find out what they’d done to warrant death. He shouldn’t just go in guns blazing, right?

He realized that since he forgot his phone, he’d have to locate a pay phone to call Izar and get his parent’s address once he was finished with this rubbish. He parked the car outside of the house that matched the address. He couldn‘t wait to get it over with and see Izar, tell him everything. “Jean& Sandrine Dupont” He walked to the door and knocked on it and waited for an answer. He had a gun in his pocket, ready if he needed it. Ready if he needed to “exterminate the people belonging to those names because they have offended Calliga and the world with their existence” He scoffed, but his stomach turned flips as he waited. You’re no better than that man, a voice said, and the image of the serial killer who’d kidnapped him flashed in his mind. He shook it off as the doorknob turned.

[izar]

((OOC: XD I love Miyavi!! He's made of awesome!

Izar smiled the wind on his face. He would be meeting Masinori at his parent's house. He hoped he remembered the address. He watched a eagle swoop past and with a flash of childish fun followed it. He swooped over it and under it and the eagle, soon catching onto his game, dodged him and tried to get away only to come rocketing back at him. He laughed feeling like a new person. He was going to get so much off of his chest. He spotted the small suburbs outside of Paris and began to prepare for a landing. He examined the street amazed at how much had changed. The D'Ameiles had gotten a dog it seemed and the Johnsons had moved out, their giant SUV wasn't there anymore.

He watched the street carefully waiting until the street was completely empty. He folded his wings and with a whooping laughter he fell head first toward the pavement. He banked just in time flapping his wings desperately to stop his momentum. He landed gently on the street in front of his old house. He felt his heart swelling with anticipation. He shifted his bag over his shoulder and walked forward. Need strapped faithfully to his hip and several daggers on his belt. His bow safely protected in his bag. He knocked nervously on the door. There was a comotion behind the door and without a moments hesitation he was taken into his mothers arms. He felt he air being squeezed out of his lungs. He hugged her back remembering how much he missed them.

His father took him in almost immediately after his mother released him. He smiled happiness filling him. His mother pulled on the top of his ear and he gave her a questioning look, "What?" She shook her head, "Another one?" He reached up and touched a piercing and smiled. "Yeah," he said sheepishly. His mother took a deep breath and Izar prepared himself. Here it comes... "Izar Aeran Draquia! It's been two years nd did we get a call?!" Izar hung his head guiltily and mumbled, "A lot's been going on..." "We're your parents... Izar what happened to your wing?" Izar was so startled by the switch of topic that he was caught off guard. "What?" She pulled on his wing making him bend awkwardly forward. "Mom! Could we do this some other place?"

They looked around the street then pulled him inside. She pushed him face down on the couch and pulled on his wing. "Ouch! Mom that hurts!" She was fingering the large scar where the feathers had yet to regrow. "I slipped going into my appartment..." Izar lied. She gave him a look then his father crossed his arms, "You don't think we've known you long enough to know when you lie?" He asked in a rumbling voice. He felt his face reddening, "Well... it was an accident. I got hit that's that!" Izar said desperately. He really didn't want to tell them about how he and Masinori were attacked. He pulled his wings into his back before they could bother him anymore. Thank goodness they couldn't see his shoulder. Even though it was healed it still left quite the nasty scar. And it still got sore easily.

Izar shrugged and his parents dropped the subject. "So whens you're friend coming?" His father asked. "He'll be here soon, I hope. He said he had to take car of some things before he got here." Izar paused taking a deep breath before dropping the bomb. "You see... I met him on the street..." "You're living on the street!?" His mother asked alarmed, "No no! I mean I was walking on the street... I still have my old apartment." She took a large sigh of relief. "So anyways, we started talking and I've been hanging out with him almost everyday for a while now." "And?" his father prompted. "Well..." Izar shifted his weight around in a kind of nervous rocking motion. His parents sat down on either side of him. His parents put a comforting arm over his shoulders. "He's... I don't know how you'll take this... but he's my... boyfriend." He said quickly just to get it out before he could stop himself.

After a few moments of awkward silence his father drew a heavy sigh. "Are you sure this is what you want?" Izar looked up at him, "Yes, yes, I've never felt more sure about anything in my entire life." His mother on the other hand had a totally different reaction. "I'm so happy for you." She cooed hugging him tightly. "Do you know when he'll be here? I want to meet him!" He looked over at his mother in shock. "Oh, Izar I always knew, you never once looked at a girl with any attraction." "Mom!" He yelped startled. She laughed and patted his shoulder. "I'm your mother, you can't hide anything from me." He ducked his head in embarrassment. "Yeah..." Then the doorbell rang. Izar went reflexively to the door. "Who is it?" His father asked but Izar didn't answer. He flung the door open and flung himself at Masinori. "Masinori! You made it!" He said excitedly. "Welcome, Massinoori," said his mother stumbling over the name. His father looked him over with critical eyes and his mother pulled Masinori into a hug soon after Izar let him go.

[masinorimoriyama]

((OOC: HAHA so I’m in my dining room on my lap top and my mom keeps looking at me funny because this made me crack up so bad, especially the living on the street part and the you never once looked at a girl with any attraction *falls over*))

A dog started to bark in the distance, and he turned, but just as he did a sound made him turn back. A gust of air swept over Masinori as the door opened and before he could process anything, someone lunged at him and pulled him forward into the house. His initial reaction was to throw the person to the ground, but he immediately felt something familiar and realized they were embracing him now. He thought he was going to go blind from the suspense of waiting at that door, and now he looked at a familiar head, just under his own, and any color that was in his face was immediately drained. “Anyone else who stands in your way.” He couldn’ve laughed if he wasn’t shocked into a stupor. “I…Izar…” He choked out and stuttered. He was rushed inside and quickly switched to a woman’s arms, Sandrine. “You can just call me Masi if it’s easier.” He choked through her hug awkwardly, trying to remain calm, “Misses…” He paused, realizing that even though he knew, Izar hadn’t told him his last name...or if they even had the same last name.

When Izar’s foster mom released him, he smiled awkwardly. His father was glaring at him, and it made his heart rate increase it’s pace even more. Had he already told them? What had he told them? “I am really glad to meet you both…” Masinori said, giving his father a polite bow. The way he was looking at him was unsettling. He didn’t know how to act. The full force of what was happening beat down on him, and he hoped he didn’t look as sick as he felt. His head felt heavy and light both at the same time. He wanted to put his hand on the wall to brace himself, but didn’t want to startle them. This was his first impression, that above everything else hung over him as he stood there. After a few minutes of greetings he couldn’t stand it, “I’m sorry to behave a little off kilter, but may I have a minute to compose myself, I was just chased down by this crazy dog getting out of the car…” He lied, but it was all he could think of. He prayed the neighbors had dogs. He looked to Izar so he would show him to the bathroom or something.

He stumbled as they went into whatever room they had entered. He fell to his knees and rested his hand on something. Toilet. It was a bathroom. That was good because he was going to throw up. He opened the lid and immediately did so. He tried not to cough as his stomach emptied itself, he didn’t want his parents to know/worry. He used his right hand to turn on the sink to drown out the sound and continued. He flushed, wiped his mouth with some tissue, and used the sink to pull himself up. He was having a panic attack. His breathing came harsh and shallow. His reflection was a sick pale almost green color in the mirror above the sink. He shakily put his hands in the water and lowered his head. He’d been holding down the little thing that made it fill up, and without thinking he plunged his face in, then pulled up. It was freezing, just what he needed. That probably startled Izar, if everything else as a whole hadn‘t already.

Pull yourself together! His mind warned. He was overreacting, but he didn't seem to be able to control what was happening to his body. It was probably just the shock and stress of the whole situation, but he hated that he was reacting like that. That was why he excused himself, he needed to control himself, he needed to calm down. He needed to act like a man not a scared child. This was ridiculous. He leaned over the sink and glared at himself in the mirror, telling himself over and over to calm down, trying to even out his breaths. He probably looked frightening glaring at himself like that. “I didn’t know your last name was Dupont…” He whispered breathlessly, and let out a long shaky huff of air.

[izar]

((OOC: It was fun to write!! ^__^ XDXD))

Izar beamed as his mother crushed Masinori in her grip. He grinned as she backed off with a smile. "Do you want anything to drink, Masi?" She asked heading in the general direction of the kitchen symbolizing that she was going to get him something to drink even if he didn't want it. Izar blinked, Masinori looked shaken. She paused at the door and looked back, "Izar, anything particular you want to eat?" He shook his head, "As long as you make it and I don't!" She laughed and His father leaned on his shoulder. "Still can't boil water?" He teased. Izar nodded laughing. Masinori was looking pale and sick. Izar's eyes shone with worry and curiosity. He smiled at Masinori's politeness. Surely his father would grow to like him. Hopefully.

Izar winced, "Alright." He shook his head, a dog? The only dog he'd seen had been fenced. He shrugged it off. Masinori wouldn't lie to him. He showed Masinori to the bathroom and smiled, "Don't let him intimidate you," he smiled, "His bark is worse than his bite... most of the time..." He grinned. "Hey, Masinori, you got here early, I thought I'd beat you by at least a few hours. Did you get what you wanted to taken care of?" He asked it probably hadn't taken him that long to do. He opened the door of the bathroom for Masinori and to his surprise he fell to the floor and started to puke his guts out in the toilet. He made a noise of distress and knelt next to Masinori and rubbed his back his eyes shining with worry. "What's wrong?!" He asked panicked.

Izar sat back and watched as Masinori pulled himself up to his feet. Izar stayed frozen where he was. He smelled something in the air. It was faint almost nonexistent but the small amount smelled cold and poisonous to his senses. It was something he had smelled before, that night when he and Masinori were attacked. The man had wreaked of it. But the smell wasn't all over Masinori, not like the man. It was concentrated in one spot. He couldn't quite pin point it. He stood as Masinori dunked his head. Maybe he carried it around with him all the time now kind of like Izar carried Need. He went up and put a hand on his shoulder. "Masinori, are you alright?" He asked, "Are you sick? Do you need to lie down?" He asked watching Masinori through the mirror.

Izar watched as he glared at himself or at him he couldn't tell in the mirror. He squeezed Masinori's shoulder reassuringly and shook his head, "It's not. My last name is Draquia, I don't share my parent's name," He shrugged and smiled softly, "I should have told you." He probably had seen the small plank on the garage door that said this was the Dupont residence. It was slightly corny but he had wanted to hold onto the only thing his mother had given him. His name. People at school used to always tease him about it but he didn't care he was away from the rest. "Is that what's bothering you?" He asked worried and he closed his eyes for a long moment in a slightly exaggerated blink.

[masinorimoriyama]

((I wonder if I've created a mess Masi and Izar can't get out of o.O))

Before Masinori could answer about a drink, his mother was off. It was such a motherly thing to do, he thought. Not that he had very much experience. His father teased him about not being able to boil water. And it reminded him of the package he had in his car for him, but only briefly. Masi didn’t think Izar’s father liked him very much, and he wondered again if he told them about their relationship. It sure felt that way. He decided he needed a briefing before going in here. “His bark is worse than his bite…” Masinori thought he was talking about the dog for a second. He didn’t have a chance to answer about getting there early, it only made him feel more nauseous. He wasn’t supposed to be there yet.

Poor Izar was startled and didn’t know what to make of him. He put his hands on his back and rubbed it as he threw up and tried to keep his hair out of his face. His hand was soothing. “Are you sick…” Masi shook his head slowly. “I’ll be fine in a second…” He breathed in and out, in and out. Izar Draquia. “Is that what’s bothering you?” Masinori pulled the gun out of his pocket and held it up like he was looking for some place to put it. He set it down, then picked it up again, and put it back in his pocket. He turned to Izar with a desperate, distressed look, and threw his arms around him, burring his face in his hair. “God, I’m sorry. Everything is going to be ok now, I hope…I’m done. You were right, you were right about everything.” He spoke in a hushed whisper, and now he moved away and held the startled frame of Izar at the shoulders. “I’m done with Calliga.” His deep blue eyes were wide.

He let go and started to pace, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, my body just couldn’t handle everything I guess…nerves about meeting your parents and…your parents!” He said the last part in a slightly louder whisper, pulling at his own hair as he did. He took the slip of paper out of his pocket. “Izar, I didn’t know, you have to believe me…Calliga sent me to get rid of them, and I didn’t know who they were. And even so I wasn’t going to do it…I was just going to talk to them and find out why they wanted them dead. Please believe me, I wouldn’t just do that. Not like that…” He kept shaking his head, he couldn’t believe it. He inhaled and exhaled, inhaled and exhaled. He stopped and looked at Izar for his reaction. A new horror took over him. Had he endangered his parents now? Why did Calliga want them killed? Was it a test, or had they really offended someone from San who was a member? Maybe Caleb himself…He had no idea. He hoped the latter so that it wasn’t him who was responsible for it, but he now felt responsible for their safety.

He got his breathing in order as best he could and stood there looking at Izar. It wasn’t like the first initial few minutes of meeting his Untainted family had changed his mind. When he realized it was Izar behind that door, everything clicked for him. It didn’t matter anymore, his pride and his stupid biases. All that mattered to him now was Izar. And this was Izar’s family. A family that loved him and he loved them. The organization, the Tainted organization, the one he had been so anxious to join…they had sent him off to kill the family of his beloved. Izar had been right about everything. Being one or the other didn’t make you any less or more of a rat, if you were a rat, you were a rat. Tainted or Untainted. He got it. He only wish he’d gotten it weeks ago when asked to join said organization. “Did you tell your parents about us…your dad…he, yeah…” He asked suddenly, trailing off.

[izar]

((OOC: Oh no! We'll think of something!!!))

Izar was startled and his head was spinning like a top. He blinked trying to again pin point the poisonous smell. He tried to ignore it and his focus turned to Masinori. He blinked worry clouding his eyes. He put a gentle hand on Masinori's shoulder and took several deep breaths. What was wrong. Masinori said it wasn't a sickness then what!? Izar looked into the mirror. He'd never seen Masinori so distraught. Usually Masinori was so confident and composed. It was unsettling for Izar to see Masinori in this way. It tore at his heart. Izar was unsure of what to do. His eyebrows ahas almost fused a some for the amount of strain shown on them.

Izar took an involuntary step back and the worry changed to fear in his eyes. Izar's eyes were glued to the gun and he took another step back. He couldn't imagine that Masinori would ever having used that on him but the fear was still high in him. Masinori turned to him looking as desperate as Izar felt. Izar was still in shock when Masinori pulled him into his arms. Izar stood mouth open and his eyes wide and unblinking. Izar blinked moving a shaking hand to return Masinori's hug. Right about what? Izar shook his head startled and unable to form words that would be recognized by any human language. He stared at Masinori with confusion. Done with Calliga? What did Calliga have to d with this. "Masinori?" He asked unsure of what to say afterward.

Izar was still in shock and without thinking as Masinori started to pace he flipped the lid down on the toilet and sat down his mouth still agape his mind trying to make sense of this. Izar's ears only heard the words get rid of and them in reference to his parents. He stood anger boiling in his eyes. "Masinori, how could you?!" He shook his head and turned away from Masinori them faced him again waving his hands desperately. "Those are my parents! Masi!" He blinked that was the first time he had ever shorted Masinori's name. Izar felt anger rising in him, "So if you were going to talk then why did you bring that?!" he gestured at Masinori's pocket and turned with a scoff. Izar squeezed the bridge of his nose and thought for a moment. "I'm sorry. I know." He said simply and turned away for a moment.

Izar began to pace again and his waved his hands about as he spoke. "Ok let me get this straight." He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts, "You didn't know those were my parents, You brought a loaded gun into my house, you weren't intent on killing them but you would if you had to." Izar turned on him and without thinking grabbed his arm and pulled him out the door of the bathroom. "I'm going to show Masinori where he's staying!" He called to his parents as he dashed up the stairs pulling Masinori with him. He turned to the familiar door and pulled it open with Masinori. He closed the door behind them and turned his glare on Masinori. He paused then nodded, "Yeah they know." He shook his head and then held out his hand. "Give it to me." He said calmly.

[masinorimoriyama]

Masinori held the gun up, wanting to dispose of it, just wanting to disassociate himself with it in some way, get it away from him. He didn’t realize how startled Izar was by seeing it, and that waving it around like that wasn’t the wisest thing. Something about the way he hugged him back after that was in an unrelaxed way. Izar had sat down, but bolted up now, trying not to yell at him, but scolding him nonetheless. His body went involuntarily numb when Izar called him “Masi”. It felt like something a distant acquaintance would call him, coming from his lips. He looked down at the bathroom floor, unable to meet his gaze. He was filled with a shame he’d never felt before. Sure, he’d felt shamed half his life, but that was nothing in comparison. Izar was disappointed in him. He felt tears welling up in his eyes, he glared fiercely at the floor telling them to stop. He remained very still and answered, “Just in case I was in danger I guess, I don’t know, I don’t know why…” He closed his eyes tightly so no tears would fall.

He didn’t open his eyes or look at Izar, he could hear the stress in his voice as he spoke, and the movement of his hands, "Ok let me get this straight. You didn't know those were my parents, You brought a loaded gun into my house, you weren't intent on killing them but you would if you had to." Masinori opened his mouth to say something, but was pulled from the room by the arm. Izar shouted that he was going to show him where he was staying and ran up the stairs with him following. Izar glared at him, and Masi quickly looked away. “Yeah they know.” He said curtly in response to his earlier question. He shook his head and commanded that Masi give him the gun. He was being very short with him. his hand was slightly trembling as he reached for the gun, he hadn’t even noticed. He started to hand it to Izar, “I don’t want it.” He choked.

He placed it in his hand, and when they lightly touched, he quickly retracted his and turned away to look towards the window. “I didn’t know this was your house…I didn’t know they were your parents…I didn’t know what I was dealing with and I was…” He was going to say afraid. “A fool.” He said instead. Both would’ve been right. He said it with such resign and finality. He was looking down, his face starting to ache with the strain of holding back tears. He didn’t want Izar to see him crying like the weak troublesome fool that he was, on top of everything else. He just stared off for a moment, willing them to stop. He wished Izar would just shoot him with that God-awful thing. What had he expected from this day? What he didn't realize was that the gun wasn't even loaded.

When he again felt in control of himself, he started to speak. “Don’t you know that you are everything to me? You are my family now. I would do anything for you…I will leave if that is what you want, if that’s what would make you happy and safe. I can leave…you can tell them I wasn’t who you thought I was…and…” He stopped short and held his breath. The door swung open and startled them both into turning around. It was Odille? He opened his mouth to speak. “What are…?” He gave a start but she interrupted, grabbing him by the shoulders and looking shaken but relieved.

((OK! I’ve thought of a solution to the Calliga buisness where it wont actually involve Calliga. I hope I'm not taking too much control over the direction of the rp...feel free to kick me and do whatever you want, seriously! After this anyway...I just started feeling bad that poor Masi had endangered Izar's parents life...he's such a melodramatic git. Yes, yes I do have split personality disorder *runs away and hides* Well I hope you are entertained at least XD))

[elaezerbelle]

((Presenting a special guest appearance byyyyyy my other self! *cue dramatic music*))

Her airplane landed just a few minutes later than expected, and it was most unsatisfactory…and unsettling. A few minutes was all it took. A few minutes could've blown everything. She had been rushing around ever since, trying to find the address that she was supposed to have given herself enough time to locate. This plan had continued to backfire right from the off, and she couldn’t rest until she straightened it all out. If she did rest, well who knows what would happen. She was supposed to be waiting with Izar, but she hadn’t even been able to get in touch with him to tell him of her plan. She would have to be waiting outside for Mas alone, to catch him before he went in. Instead she arrived late.

Or had she? Upon entering the house, the man and woman were in the kitchen fussing over drinks. Everything looked normal, fine, and peachy keen. No one else was around and they were unharmed. They couldn’t see her of course, she was "blending" with the surroundings. She went back outside and immediately realized her car was there, the one she’d loaned Tsukiakari. He had to be inside! Her breath caught in her throat as she went back in and started frantically searching the unfamiliar home for her friend. She went upstairs and heard voices, didn’t even bother with putting up any kind of illusion, but busted in. Izar was there, which was a surprise and a relief…and there was Masinori, with his back turned. “What are…?” Masinori started when he turned and saw her. She exhaled a breath she didn't even realize she was holding in, a long deep breath. She went forwards and grabbed him.

“Mas, I’m so sorry. I had a plan and it all backfired. It was supposed to scare you into leaving that stupid group. I was the man at the warehouse…I had it all planned…It was a dumb idea, I really thought it would work. We were supposed to meet you at the front door and tell you it was all a hoax, that you thought you were there to kill Untainted but it was actually his parents, sort of snap you out of it and make you see what kind of people you were hanging out with…but I couldn’t find Izar to tell him the plan at all…so I was going to wait at the door and make sure nothing went wrong, but my plane was late!!” She finished exasperatedly. “Oh and the gun!” She whisper yelled. “It wasn’t loaded as a precaution. I‘m not that reckless.” She crossed her arms. “I didn’t even know about the warehouse stuff until after, I just thought spooky recently burnt down warehouse, great effect, then I came home to that blood…I realize now that it probably wouldn’t have worked considering it wasn’t actually them who wanted you to do it so you wouldn’t actually see what bad news they are, and probably wouldn’t want to leave but…”

She just lost them after that, trailing off about the intricacies of her stupid idea. Masinori had come quickly forward, with his hands outstretched, not knowing whether to strangle her, punch her, or what. He commanded her to hand over her clove cigarettes. He took them, tore up the box, and crushed the cigarettes. He needed to let out his aggression somehow, she figured. “Right, well then.” She picked up the remains, a little startled and guilty feeling. “It's just you're a teddy bear Mas, not a killer, and you're better than that...I had to do something..." She took two tepid steps towards the door. "Just wanted to apologize, I’ll be off then…no need to worry. I can illusion myself right back to Marseille…Right then…” Two more steps, “I’m really, very sorry. Tsukiakari, Izar...“ She said, sounding very British. Masinori had reservations about hitting woman, but she knew very little about Izar, and didn't want to find out just then. She vanished, bolted out of the door, Masinori muttering Japanese swears under his breath behind her as she left. He wouldn't speak to her for days, maybe weeks.

[izar]

((OOC: XDXD That was very clever! lol Nah I like the direction it's going. XDXD))

Izar felt very bad now that Masinori wouldn't meet his eyes. Izar's heart broke after he had scolded Masinori like that. It killed him and his eyes swirled with confusion again so many emotions tearing at his heart. Those were his parents downstairs, they could be dead if he hadn't have been here. Masinori was tearing himself apart. He didn't want to chose loyalties. He loved Masinori with all of his heart. Was his love for his parents trying to compete? He resisted going to Masinori when he was struggling to hold back tears. He felt like he was being cold. He walked a few steps forward and placed a gentle hand on Masinori's shoulder again. His only thought was to get that gun away from his parents. His parents had never done anything wrong why would anyone want to hurt them? Now he was curious.

Izar had pulled Masinori into his old room. He could hear the remorse in Masinori's voice as he handed the gun over. Masinori pulled away as their hands touched. Izar looked around then dropped the gun on the bed. He put an arm around Masinori's shoulders. "Yes you were." Izar said bluntly, he shook his head, "Masinori," he said softly, "You didn't know. I understand. It's so important that you know everything before you go rushing in somewhere." He turned Masinori to face him and lifted his head gently looking into his eyes the silver soft again. "Masinori, what would you have done if they had been more powerful. What if you had died?" He asked a soft smile on his face to try to take the sting out of the words.

He figured that Masinori had had enough of a tongue lashing for Izar to get his point across. Izar blinked, "Masinori, Masinori," he smiled shaking his head, "I don't want you to leave. I don't even want you to leave." He turned away and picked up the gun fully intent on launching it out the window. He blinked and watched as Odille walked in. How had she gotten past his parents? His mind spun. What was she doing here? She had better have a good reason for sneaking into his house. Izar listened to her reasons and blinked several times trying to make sense of this. He wasn't sure whether he should be pissed off or extremely relieved. He looked down at the gun as she mentioned it. It was unloaded. He felt like laughing like this was some sort of joke but the laugh that came out was cold and bitter.

Izar's eyes turned to daggers as he looked at Odille and listened to her explanation. Izar blinked what was Masinori thinking? He crushed the cigarettes and Izar shook his head. Now of all times? He felt very unintimidating being very short and he held his tongue with a clenched jaw. He was sure whatever he would say would be dripping with hate and venom. Izar was beyond furious. Was this her form of a joke? Stop Masinori from doing something stupid by making his act more like a fool. Not only that but to involve his parents?! In a liquid fluid motion he launched a dagger at her. She had darted out just in time and the dagger buried itself up to the hilt in the wall. He sat down with frustration on the bed and held his head for a moment before looking back up at Masinori. Against his own will Izar began to laugh.

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Izar put his arm around Masinori’s shoulders, but he tried to shy away from him, a chill running up his spine as he said his name. He couldn’t stand it, he didn’t like seeing himself like this let alone someone he cared about. “I know that. I wasn’t going to rush in, I was going to find out all of the facts…talk to them…I didn’t think they’d be stronger because there wouldn’t be the issue of an ability.” He tried to explain, but he didn’t know why he was bothering. It was still stupid. Not even the ordeal, but the joining of the organization who created the problem he was now facing. He half scoffed at the last part, he wanted to die now. Izar was trying to be softer with him now, smile, he felt like a child.

"Masinori, Masinori,” He winced. “You should want me to leave. I’ve brought nothing but danger and harm to your life, and now to the lives of those you love.” He said softly. Izar picked up the gun as Odille stormed in. Did Izar know she was an illusionist? He hadn’t remembered if he told him or not. She came towards him and grabbed him by the shoulders, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d brought some terrible thing upon her as well. She started to apologize about some kind of plan, and he just watched her explain. When it started making sense to him, every word she spoke made him want to wring her skinny little neck. His face burned with anger. She was supposed to be his friend, one of his best friends. How could she go about things this way? She was so sloppy!!

When she’d finished, he took a few quick steps towards her with his hands extended. He was about to ball his fist and punch her, lifted his arm, but put it down. Lifted both hands, put them down. Then he held one hand out and said, “Give me your cloves.” She looked confused, but handed them over. As soon as they were in his hands he tore them to shreds and threw them in her face. Then he turned around and retreated towards the window. He glared down at the car while she tried to apologize again. He turned back and was going to say something, but she was already disappearing. He swore, calling her foul names quietly in his native tongue. He felt like if he never saw or heard from her again, that would be ok. But probably wouldn’t be the case. Unless…

Izar had been quiet up until this point, but the look he’d given Odille was one Masinori hoped never to see directed at him. Now he’d somehow produced a dagger and flung it at her quite swiftly. Masinori gasped quietly in surprise, but Odille had already vanished by the time it hit the spot she was standing. The dagger was stuck in the wall, quite deep. He felt briefly relieved that it hadn’t hit her, but then his eyes went cold and he wished she had been harmed. He stared at the dagger and put both of his hands over his face. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, he wanted to scream, but that wouldn’t do at all. Izar began to laugh from behind him. Masinori didn’t think it was funny at all. Everything he’d been feeling was for nothing. He was pissed. All he wanted was quiet with Izar, and everyone kept coming in with their noise. On top of everything he felt, if it was at all possible, like even more of an ass. He’d gotten all worked up over nothing.

“I fail to see what’s so fucking funny.” Masinori said angrily, but with a hint of humor in his own voice, thinking he’d better not be laughing at me! He turned and ran the short space between him and Izar and stopped short, bending down so they were face to face. He placed one hand on the hilt of Izar’s sword and the other at his waist, to balance himself, and leaned closer. “Don’t ever call me “Masi” again…” He said pressing his lips to Izar’s quickly then pausing to add, “please.” He kissed him with the feeling that he’d almost lost him again behind his lips. “I’ve still endangered you, and I see that now. Even if this was a lie.” He said the last part vehemently. He paused and rested his forehead on Izar’s shoulder, in a sort of embarrassed way, loosening his grip on him and leaning both hands on the bed now. “I feel like such a ridiculous fool.” He said shaking his head into his shoulder.

He stood up now and smoothed his shirt. He glanced around for some kind of reflective surface to see what he looked like. Probably a mess. And he’d gone through so much trouble to look nice today. He’d taken the longer purple extensions out of his hair and trimmed it up a bit. He was wearing black slacks and a black blazer, with a cobalt blue shirt that had a bit of a sheen to it, to add some contrast to the muted tones. So would everything be normal and fine? It felt very weird, and he didn’t know what to say now. The nervous feeling of being in Izar’s parent’s house started to set in again and muddle with the overall strange feeling of what had just happened. This is just not off to a good start… he thought. But at least his parents had no idea what was going on. They could just walk downstairs and he could still make a good impression, couldn’t he? If they showed any curiousity or concern, they could just say he was nervous about meeting them, and then the dog, and it had just made him even more edgy. He realized he'd been straightening his shirt for the past few minutes, and had kept brushing his hair behind his ear. He stopped now and put his hands behind his back. He raised an eyebrow at Izar in an "I just don't know what to do with myself" kind of expression.