Kogareru {IZAR}

[izar]

Izar glanced back at Masinori for a moment. The girl was terrified which was to be expected. He winced slightly at the wound. He could almost feel it in the back of his own leg. He shook his head he needed to get the mental picture out of his mind. Mind over matter. He watched the people on the hill carefully. The one was no longer breathing and the one was soon to follow. He saw him straighten and braced himself. He didn't want Masinori to get hurt trying to save this person. Especially since Masinori was far better at herbs and medicine than he was. He glanced back as Masinori told him about their situation. He blew out air faintly. "Alright, we need to get her out of here. You can carry her?" He said glancing back at him for a moment.

Izar listened to Masinori talk to her smiled. Masinori was very good in a crisis. He was so calm and collected that Izar envied him. He watched the man he was moving oddly and getting something else out. No you don't, he though harshly. The man poised himself for another shot. It loosed and he swiped it down to the ground again. "I hate to move her in her condition but I think he's getting something bigger." He squinted he couldn't see them clearly. He was shifting his stance to something move lethal. He closed his eyes and then sent a whirling vortex at the man. It was sucking the air out of his lungs and the space around him. He clutched his throat and shot at random in their general direction.

He took up an arrow and launched it. It hit the figure and he fell thankfully before he shot holes in all of them. He shook his head and turned toward Masinori and the girl. "Are you alright, you didn't get hit did you?" He said crouching next to him worried. Hopefully there were only two of them. He put a hand on Masinori's shoulder. He was amazingly calm, it was almost as if he wasn't thrown off by the blood over the leaf litter. Izar felt helpless to help Masinori with her wound. He was fine to let him handle that he knew even less about herbs and healing than he did about cooking.

[masinorimoriyama]

Masinori nodded, confirming that carrying her wouldn’t be a problem. He was stronger than he looked. It was strange to see that Izar was just standing there. Well, he knew that wasn’t entirely true. He was standing there, but he was actually fighting, just not in the conventional sense. It was weird to see. He quirked a brow, “Bigger?” He squinted to see what was going on in the distance. The man suddenly looked like he was choking, on nothing in particular, and fired something towards them, missing horribly. Before anything else Izar had launched and arrow at the remaining man, who fell to his death most likely. Masinori exhaled, not even realizing that he wasn’t breathing properly. “I’m going to pick you up now.” He told the girl and immediately lifted her, cradling her like a small child.

Izar’s hand was on his shoulder as he stood. He didn’t realize how lightheaded he was, but saw little splotches of color as he stood up too. Blood always made him feel a little sick. “No they had terrible aim…I guess it’s hard for anyone to shoot when you’re blowing at them like that.” He smirked at Izar a little to show he was impressed with how he handled things. The girl’s wounded leg hung limply over his arm as he carried her as if she weighed nothing. He exhaled again, a long deep breath, but smiled reassuringly at the girl, who looked concerned…and very tired now. He didn‘t want to worry her by stressing out. “Don’t fall asleep, ok?” He instructed. She looked afraid when he said this. “Don’t worry.” He said again.

They followed the pavement, not even setting foot back on the beach. It was quicker to get back to the car that way. He set the girl down in the backseat for a moment and was fishing in his bag for something to numb her leg. He splashed some concoction all over it and she whined a little in response. It would sting at first of course. “Ambulence, car, or air?” Masinori asked Izar suddenly. He wanted to know the fastest way to get the girl to the hospital. He realized also that they hadn’t yet asked her what in the world was going on, who she was, and why those men were after her. “What’s your name?” Masinori asked the girl. It would be good to have at least that before they barged into some hospital. Izar’s father was approaching the car now, and when he realized they had someone who was wounded with them, he started to walk much faster.

“I’d actually rather not leave your family here to be honest, unless you think that’d be better…Do you think you could fly her to the hospital and I could either meet you there with your family or take them home or to a hotel or something?”

((So is girl going to be like generic person #1 or wha? lol I have no idea what's going on))

[izar]

((lol generic person #1 I think it is... *shrug* Dude?!?!? what if the girl is Masinori's sister?!?!?))

He felt like he was murdering someone. But then it was different this person was a murderer. He shook his head and felt slightly sick, this was no place to think about this. He turned back to Masinori as the man went down and he had the girl in his arms. He felt a pang of jealousy and quickly shook it from him. That was petty of him to be jealous of someone who was injured and didn't have any control over it. He put a hand on his shoulder, "Masinori," he trailed off. He hoped he wasn't disturbed by all this, but then again who wouldn't be? He just needed to push it out of his mind, he 'd learned long ago not to dwell on things like this. They weren't significant to him in any way and he wanted to keep it that way. There was only a fine line between good and evil and it was all too easy to cross.

Izar smiled slightly and blushed slightly from embarrassment. He'd never done that before, taken someone's air. It was unsettling to think that he could do that. What if he lost control again he could kill people so easily it made him sick to his stomach. He looked at the girl again and pity shone in his eyes. It hadn't gone all the way though so it was probably caught at the bone. He walked back with them to the car clearing anything that was in Masinori's path. Once out of the forest their progress was much faster and the car came quickly into view. He looked around and opened the door so Masinori could put her in the back seat. The poor girl was probably in shock right now.

Izar put a reassuring hand on her shoulder as Masinori splashed her with something. He'd given up on trying to figure out what the herbs he used were. He chewed his lip and walked a little away, "Probably the fastest which would be flying." He shook his head, "But if someone sees me..." He trailed off not wanting to know what would happen. He glanced up and saw his father walking toward them and ran to meet him, "Father, we found her, she's hurt." He said and his father just nodded and hung back. He came back as Masinori asked her name. She didn't answer and was shaking like a leaf. Izar was lost in thought for a moment then Masinori's voice cut into his thoughts.

"Hmm, yeah, I think that would be best. I'd like to call it a day, talk to them and see if you can't convince them to leave the water." He eyes his father and smiled faintly teasing. "I think I should meet you somewhere, I think I might have to make a speedy get away." He sighed people would go crazy. It wasn't everyday that a man with wings dropped out of the sky carrying an injured girl. "Dad, do you have a hat?" He asked and his father came up to the car finally and dug around in the front seat and pulled out a baseball hat. "Wonderful." He said and placed it on his head tilted forward so that his eyes and the top of his nose were hidden.

[masinorimoriyama]

((Haha how sad that he didn’t notice it was his own sister >.<))

Masinori was more anxious to get the girl out of there than anything else. Maybe he was getting used to these strange happenings. Maybe it would be a normal occurrence now. The girl looked helpless, but what had she really done to deserve them chasing after her? Who was good and who was evil? It could be so hard to tell people’s hearts and intensions. He prided himself on being a good judge of character. Like how they felt they needed to protect this girl from those men. It was like instinct. Even though they didn’t know what exactly had happened. The girl didn’t say a word, but willed herself to stay awake. Her dirt covered face was streaked with tears and her hair was in long wet tangles that hung over her eyes. Even so, Masinori got the impression that she was also Japanese. Strange… He thought to himself.

“Watashi wa Setsuna Hotaru desu.” The girl said quickly and all of a sudden. She said it through squinted eyes, like just thinking of her own name hurt to do at that time. “Nani!” Masinori gasped and turned to her with eyes so wide and bulging they threatened to pop right out of his face. He gasped looking at her, bitterness overtaking his throat. Hotaru. That was his sister's name. And Setsuna...How were such things possible? How could she look so different now? He had no idea it was her. He tried to compose himself “Uh…ok, you fly her to the hospital, try to land someplace discreetly.” He stuttered and turned to Izar’s father. “Can you drop me off at the hospital before taking the family home? I can get a cab back to the house later…” He asked and Mr. Dupont nodded.

Masinori let out a sad and frustrated sigh now. He looked curiously at Izar with the baseball cap. What was he thinking? “Alright…ready?” He was showing more and more signs of stress now. The family was still packing up the car, but he was looking at Izar. He should probably get going. When Izar was holding Hotaru, he looked at her tentatively and kissed Izar’s lips goodbye. “Please be careful…” Was all he could manage. It had a double meaning. Be careful with yourself and with my sister. He thought. There was no time to explain it now, and he didn’t even know how to explain. Why was she there? He was anxious to get over to the hospital and to see the outcome of all this. Why was Hotaru near Paris? Why was she in the forest alone, being chased by armed men? Where was he. He helped load the car and tapped his foot impatiently.

[izar]

Izar blinked a few times getting her head straight again. This was an active day he didn't like dealing with scumbags on vacation. He blinked as his phone vibrated against his leg. He walked away for a moment, "Izar, there are brothers in your area we'd like you to take out." He sighed, "People who hunt others in the forest?" "Yes," said the startled voice of his commander. He laughed slightly, "Taken care of already. I still wanna get payed." "In the mail." Then the line went dead. He sighed and walked back pocketing his phone again. He shook his head slightly there wasn't a lot of things the guild didn't take care of. Most likely the brothers would never be found.

His head shot over to the girl when she spoke Japanese. The high pitched voice filled with panic made his think of his mother's shrill yelling. He blinked at Masinori shocked. "You know her?" He asked his eyes wide. Izar shook his head focused again. "Alright," he laughed slightly, "Have you ever been to a hospital? There is no such thing as discreet. Hence, this is my best disguise." He shrugged, that and his hair color changed so frequently that by not seeing his face they would never know it was him. He nodded, "That works." He said and took off his shirt and tucked it in his belt. "Don't scream," he told her and his wings came out and he flexed them. He carefully too her in his arms. "Hold tightly," he said to her and tried to calm demeanor. He really hoped she wasn't afraid of heights.

Izar smiled as Masinori kissed him and then looked to the sky, the wind was going in the right direction so he wouldn't have to do too much, "I will, love." He adjusted his hat so that he could see just under the brim. He crouched and beat his wings twice before leaping into an updraft and soaring upward. He sped along banking her and there. Her hands were clasped like iron cuffs around his neck and her eyes were closed. The hospital sped into view. He circled once and landed outside the urgent care clinic. He didn't stop there he kicked open the door and carried her through. People gasped and moved out of his way. He kept his expression steady. People had seen him outside and if he pulled his wings in now that might give away his disguise. He went up to the woman at the counter, "She needs help, now." He said altering the sound of his voice with the wind. She nodded and sped away to get a doctor. They brought her a wheelchair and asked who he was. He was silent. They were trying to stall him and keep him with conversation.

Once she was safely in the wheelchair he walked stiffly out of the hospital. He shielded his face as cameras flashed and took off. Well guess who'll be on the eleven o'clock news. He thought bitterly. He landed on the roof and took off the hat folded his wings and replaced his shirt. He looked like a normal person with blue hair. His voice was also different so there was no way they could know. He went out and stood in the hall waiting for Masinori. Reporters were frantic and talking to everyone. One came up to him and he shrugged, "I just got here, I didn't see anything." The believed him and he went outside. He leaned against the wall and tapped his finger on the wall. He went back in and asked to see the woman lying and saying he was family. Her leg was bandaged and she was drowsy on pain medication, "Arigatou," she said slightly but he put a finger to his lips showing that it was a secret. The doctors were viciously guarding the door so she wouldn't be bothered by reporters.

[masinorimoriyama]

Masi quirked a brow at Izar as he answered his phone suddenly. He opened his mouth to say something a couple of times. But it was obvious what they were calling about. Weird. But that was the end of that he guessed. “You know her?” Izar asked in surprise, but before Masinori could answer he shrugged it off. Which was good because the only response he was getting was a desperate wide eyed and confused expression. Masinori gave him a reassuring nod. “Just…do your best…” He offered. They kissed goodbye quickly before Izar took off with Hotaru in his arms. He just stood there on the ground watching his Iz disappear into the sky. When he was no longer visible, Masinori lowered his head and looked at the ocean one last time. Well, that was one way to get out of a trip to the beach. The Dupont family got into the car. The mood was notably dark, and there was tension in the air. Mr Dupont began to mess with the radio after a few minutes.

“…winged-man-creature, burst through the emergency room doors only moments ago.” “Matte! I mean wait!” Masinori shouted and put his hand over Izar’s father’s to prevent him from changing the radio station. He looked at him apologetically as they all listened. “…sir, can you tell us what you saw?” He guessed they were interviewing bystanders. “I just got here, I didn’t see anything.” “That’s Iz!” Masinori nearly shouted again. He breathed a sigh of relief when the reporters went on to talk to someone else. “Oh my God, that was close.” He said, leaning back against the seat that he was sharing with Henri. They pulled into the hospital and Masinori was dropped off at the ER entrance. “Thank you, drive safely.” He said as he rushed out, running through the automatic doors. “Can I help you sir?” A nurse asked nervously. “I’m here to see Hotaru Setsuna, I’m family.” He breathed out as he tried to catch his breath. She pointed to a nearby room which, dodging a few doctors, he dashed into.

And right into Izar’s arms. He buried his face in his hair and held his head for a moment. “I heard you on the radio.” He whispered as silently as he could manage. “How is she?” He asked. She looked like she was asleep now and her leg was bandaged. They had cleaned her up a bit too, her muddied face shone like ivory now and her honey brown hair was pulled out of her face. The resemblance was uncanny. He was surprised to find himself relieved. The sister he’d always envied and held a bitterness and aversion for, the one he wished never came to be, and here he was was…glad she was alive. He was holding Izar’s hand, about to say something to explain how he knew her, but then things got louder outside.

“I’m here for Setsuna Hotaru!” A deep voice declared in poor English, saying the name how names are said in Japan. Surname first, given second. “Oh yeah? And just who are you?” The same nurse asked. “I’m family.” He said with the nonchalance that meant this would explain everything and no further questions would be necessary. “Really? There seems to be an awful lot of members of the Setsuna family tree arriving here…” She said snottily, about to send him off. “Impossible, we came here alone, you must take me to her at once!” He sounded frightened now. Masinori walked outside to see what was going on, still holding Izar’s hand. When he saw the man he unconsciously clutched his poor hand like he was about to fall off of a cliff to his death. He realized it must be hurting Izar and released it slightly, muttering a very quiet and distracted “gomen” as he did.

He was so much older, so very changed, but there is no way that face could be forgotten. You don’t forget your first crush, or whatever it was. He wondered momentarily if Izar recognized him from the nightmare he’d shown him the night of the storm when they fell asleep together. If he didn’t, he would now. “Rokuru.” He said, nearly in a whisper. He suddenly felt he had an idea of what Odille went through seeing Eze and Linnet in the streets of Marseille before running into traffic. The nurse stepped back when he showed signs of recognition. Rokuru took a few tepid steps forward. “Masinori?” He winced inwardly at hearing his full name, only Izar called him that. “Nori-chan?” He said again, using his old nickname for him. Masinori had kept his usually statuesque expression plastered to his face up until then. “Masi.” He said, glaring ever so slightly. “Ah, and I’m Aoi now.” He corrected as well, his full lips parted slightly in a dumbstruck expression that seemed to suit him. “And this is Izar.” He said, but didn’t stop glaring.

He was no longer the scrawny teenager with the long deep blue hair that Masi remembered. His hair was shorter now and layered, sticking up and flipping out in all directions. It was honey colored like his, but a few shades lighter, and streaked with blonde. His shirt was frilly for lack of a better word, and looked like something out of a French pirate film. Or Harajuku. And then he just had some jeans on. Only he was all dirty from whatever had happened during his separation from his wife. Masinori’s sister. “How is your sister?” He asked in Japanese. Masinori looked at Izar now for the first time, as if to hint that this simple statement would probably explain everything. “See for yourself.” He said coldly, and took a step aside so he, Aoi could pass. He was holding Izar’s hand in a death grip, though probably not as painfully as before. He felt that if Izar let go of his hand he would collapse from the mixture of shock and whatever other awful feelings he was experiencing just then. Aoi looked at their clasped hands as he passed, with just a hint of curiosity, but Masinori did not waver.

Hotaru was awake now. Aoi went and knelt beside her, resting his hands half heartedly on the bed next to her body. They didn’t kiss or embrace, but spoke comfortingly to each other in their mother tongue.

((Geez, the plot thickens and so does the post length >.< Is your sister still active on this site? Do you think she'd want her Azariel to pair up with my Aoi? Cause uhh obviously the Hotaru-Rokuru marriage is a mess. We could all be one big happy family haha))

[izar]

((lol yeah she's still around she just hasn't been able to get on a long time cause she's been working a lot. I'll talk to her about it ^__^))

Izar sat at her side as she slowly fell asleep then he got up and paced. Where was he? He couldn't have flown that much faster. The door swung open and He immediately took him in his arms. Izar laughed lightly and quietly. "Well, I didn't think I'd make new that fast." He looked back at the girl, "She fell asleep shortly after they got her pain medication, the arrow got out without any problems and she'll be fine and walking, well maybe with crutches." He had almost forgotten Masinori's shock when he heard her name. But now that he was able to look at him and her together they looked like they could be related. Izar gave Masinori another hug.

He looked up when he heard the voice. He looked back at the girl. She was still sleeping soundly, there probably could have been an explosion and she could have slept through it. As the conversation when along Masinori's hand gained tightness on his own. He rubbed his arm with his free hand, "What's wrong?" He asked worried, "deep breaths, Masinori, deep breaths." He looked back at the girl sleeping soundly. She must be extremely tired. He wondered how she had gotten mixed up with those two men. Most reason for question was how did Masinori and she know each other. He looked at Masinori, he seemed to know that voice too and wasn't exactly happy to hear it.

There was something familiar about the man that just walked in but he couldn't place it. It was like something he had seen in a dream... He nearly slapped himself in the forehead, Masinori's power, he had show him somethings about his past. This person must be and older version of someone from his past. No wonder Masinori was squeezing his hand like a stress ball. Izar watched the nurse and gave her an 'It's ok' look and she left the room. He wondered if he was tainted, and what power he might have. He looked from Masinori to the new person as they identified each other. He felt a slight pang of defensiveness as he said Masinori's full name. Whoever hurt Masinori in the past had no right to call him by his full name. He clenched his fist and reminded himself that he didn't know this person and he certainly didn't want to get in a fight in a hospital.

Izar looked at Masinori in shock for a moment, he'd never heard him say anything so cold and resentful, not even when Odille had done her little plot. He rubbed his arm comfortingly, Aoi, he had said. Alright so he had a changed name too. He nodded to himself. He remembered his manners and bowed ever so slightly not bowing enough to be impolite but not enough to show respect, "Hello," he said. The glaring pair was almost as bad a Henri and he were. Only they didn't admit their hatred or anger just silent glares. He really hoped Masinori never turned that kind of glare on him. Just like Masinori wouldn't want Izar to glare at him. It would hurt more than anything else.

Izar looked him over and wondered if what had happened to her had been his fault. That would be cause for Izar to dislike him. He blinked and looked at Masinori in shock, "Your sister?!?!" He said forgetting to keep his voice down. He covered it looking back at the calmly sleeping form, "She's your sister?" He asked again in a softer voice but it didn't lose the confusion. Izar looked at the two and now realized the similarity he saw that made perfect sense. That didn't mean his brain was going to let it make sense. He looked at Aoi walk past nd then rubbed Masinori's arm again. He noticed Aoi's look at their clasped hands and felt a desire t confirm his assumptions.

He turned back to Masinori as the man went to the girl's bed. "Did you make it here alright?" He resisted making a comment about the time. His brain was still spinning with the thoughts that that woman was Masinori's sister. There was a crash of thunder overhead and he remembered the storm he had delayed he took the wind away from it with a thoughts and he could feel it moving more rapidly now.

[aoi]

((Aoi isn’t approved yet, but I figure it’s not like he’s going to get denied so hopefully no one will mind if I post for him yet…if they do mind…SORRY!! *glomps* Please don't ban/punish/hurt meeeee!!))

Aoi rushed through the automatic doors of the sterile French hospital. Why was it so crowded inside? He pushed past the mass of people to the nurses station and inquired about Hotaru. He was an absolute mess he realized and probably looked all the more stranger with a katana holstered at his side. The nurse was apprehensive, even after the fact that he said he was family. He was ready to have an outburst right there. Obviously he knew the girl, any idiot could see that. He was at a loss. The language barrier and the fact that she seemed completely unconvinced was not helping. This was proving to be a difficult day. Their journey out of Japan had started out easy enough. They hadn’t run into anyone from Yakuza yet and thought they’d actually make it to Hotaru’s brother’s unharmed. He was almost certain at first that the men they’d encountered in the forest were part of the Japanese mafia, but then again maybe they weren’t? Before he could decide, whilst putting up a damn good fight, he was knocked unconscious.

He wasn’t even sure how he’d survived. Maybe they chased after Hotaru and were planning to finish him off later? But somehow he woke up in the dirt, beaten, but still alive. That in itself was a surprise. He’d searched the forest frantically for his wife. Then he’d rushed out onto the beach and found out that she’d been taken away in a car and was injured. What was he supposed to think of that? Who the hell would take her away in a car? He hoped against hope that she’d simply been brought to the nearest hospital. But for all he knew she could be dead, she could be captured, who knew what terrible fate could’ve befallen her…and his child. He cringed. He was mostly concerned about the baby that had just begun to grow inside of her. It was a strange feeling, knowing that you were going to be a father. But furthermore, it was strange to consider what they’d done to accomplish this. The fact that he wasn’t exactly attracted to his wife, and sometimes he felt that she knew it. Had to know it. It was a mutual understanding they had that was completely unspoken. They were very dear friends, he took care of her, and in return she kept his most awful secret. But now they were going to see her brother for help. Masinori. He could’ve forgotten all about it, but seeing him would rehash the whole thing.

He had no idea how to feel about it, but then as if his thoughts were answered out loud, there was the very man standing just a few yards away. He nearly choked when he said his name questioningly, completely forgetting the nurse was there. “Masinori? Nori-chan?” He asked. “Masi.” He had said it like he was trying to inject Aoi with venom. Clearly he was not pleased to see him. Aoi laughed a little to try to conceal his nervousness and explained that he was no longer called Rokuru anymore either. Masinori didn’t seem to care much. How was it possible that he was even here? It was then that he introduced the person at his side. He’d hardly noticed before. “This is Izar.” He introduced, and the man bowed slightly, a little unsure of how to treat the man standing opposite him. He wondered if he knew of him, but then that was silly, why would Nori talk about him now? “Hajimermashite.” He said quickly. Then they all sort of stood there looking at each other. Mostly Masinori and himself were staring each other down.

It was so weird, he couldn’t get over it. He was a man now, all grown up, his old best friend, the first person he’d ever fallen in love with. He remembered the last time he’d seen him and the hurt abandoned expression he had plastered on his young face. But now he seemed angry and resolute. He could see the strength in him that was never there before. He looked like he could fend the world off with that expression. It made him think of when he heard he was held captive years ago, and then afterwards there was no Masinori to be found. What terrible things had he endured to make him have such a hard expression? He was no longer in the position to find out. Somehow he wanted to embrace him and tell him that it would be ok, or maybe he wanted someone to do that for him…but he was the man and he needed to be the strong one…for his wife. He remembered her now and said, “How is your sister?” It broke them all out of their thoughts.

“See for yourself.” Masinori spat. It pierced his heart to have him speaking to him like that, even after all these years. It made him feel like a child, and not a grown man the same age. He walked past, and noticed Izar again. They were holding hands. It hit him then, as he knelt beside Hotaru and she woke up to look at him. Both breathing a sigh of relief to see each other alive. It hit him that he’d lost his chance with Masinori and all he could hope for now was to make the man not hate him anymore. To have his forgiveness because he would never have his love. He would do everything he could to have that much. “I thought those men had taken you. I don’t think they were, well you know. I don’t know what they were.” “It’s alright now, it’s over, and we’ve somehow managed to find my brother!” Hotaru certainly lived up to her name. It meant firefly…and she was indeed like a little blinking light in the darkness. They spoke to each other in Japanese. It was going to be difficult for them now because their English wasn’t as good as Masinori or Izar’s. He listened to them talking and noticed Izar didn’t have an accent at all, and Masinori seemed to speak perfect English.

The doctor came in then and inquired about the baby. “Is it ok?” He asked, hoping he was saying the right thing. The doctor nodded, and in his concern, and maybe because he hadn’t expected such a thing at all, he didn’t notice that Masinori had lunged at him and pinned him against the wall. He could tell he was good at hand to hand, but Aoi was probably much better. He twisted out of his grip and drew his katana, pointing it at the same spot that Masinori had just been grasping. He looked surprised, everyone else looked tense, and the doctor was pissed. He withdrew his weapon and Masinori stepped down. “We’re married Masinori, it happens.” He informed him. He played it off like it was amusing, but knew that Masinori had a right to be angry. But he didn’t know that they weren’t in love, of course that wasn’t the reason for his anger. No one knew that. They themselves didn’t even act like they knew it.

“Translate?” Aoi said, looking at Masinori. “It is a thing that is not possible, she will not speak to any press and you do not have permission to release her name or we will take legal action. We are also not staying the night but leaving right away as long as she is ok to be moved and we will make sure she is rested. If you have anything further to report you can be in contact with us. Leave this part out. I’m going to take care of the reporters.” He said all of this in his native language and Masinori translated for him, but the doctor looked aggravated. He left out the last part but had looked at him curiously. After that, the doctor rushed the three of them out of the room. They were bombarded by reporters, but Aoi had covered his face with his jacket.

The trio exited the emergency room and stood out front under the awning. It had begun to pour rain outside. Aoi took out a cigarette and as he was lighting it, a huge flash of lightening streaked across the sky. His doing. He inhaled and exhaled as the thunder roared, all the while standing calm and composed and smoking his cigarette. Moments later the reporters began to file out of the building, confusedly clutching and examining their equipment, which had apparently malfunctioned. As they flooded past, Aoi held out the box of cigarettes and calmly offered one to each of the two men standing beside him. Masinori took one. He used the storm as an excuse to cause their cameras and such to break. He could manipulate electricity. He didn’t even know why the reporters were there, but he had a hunch. There was just so much going on in his head right now it was hard to form coherent sentences or questions. But he did his best. “You have a power?” He asked, thankful his pack of cigarettes had remained in tact so that he could calm his nerves.

[masinorimoriyama]

((Sorry…I seem to have written you a novel!))

He could tell what Izar was thinking. It was ironic. At one point they had been like brothers, and now they technically even were brothers. But there was a bit more to it than that. Izar questioned him in shock, but covered his mouth and composed himself. “Yes.” Masinori said taking a deep breath. “Hotaru is my sister.” He said it with a hint of disgust in his voice and looked at Aoi as he did. He was clearly not disgusted with the girl, but with the man who was supposedly married to her. How and why did he marry his sister? Just then a doctor came in with a clipboard and a worried expression. Hotaru was quietly awake now, showing signs of relief that Aoi was there, but by now means the ardent love that should be apparent in a young married couple. He supposed it was simply because of the tension of whatever had happened, but if he were in a dangerous situation with Izar…which he had been many times…he would be acting quite differently after finding out he was still alive.

“Are any of you the girl’s husband?” The doctor asked, and Aoi nodded. “Did you know that this girl is pregnant?” The doctor asked. Aoi looked like he was having a hard time understanding him, but nodded nervously. “Is it ok?” He asked, the couple both looked anxious. The doctor nodded and they heaved a sigh of relief. Masinori’s anger flared up and he lunged at Aoi, pinning him to the wall by the throat, but the next thing he knew, Aoi’s katana had been drawn and was directed at his own throat. “That’s enough!” The doctor shouted. And both men relaxed, but Masinori glared at him, “How could you?” He spat. “We’re married Nori-chan, it happens.” Aoi laughed a little and spoke in Japanese. It made Masinori’s blood boil over with hatred. “We are going to keep her overnight for observations, and we suggest that she gives some kind of word to the press so we can get them out of the hospital. Now I want you all to leave this room at once since you can’t seem to control yourselves.” The doctor said warningly.

Aoi asked him to translate, and he did, making no objections to his words despite wanting to. That would wait until the doctor had left them alone. Maybe he could wring the pretty man’s neck. He scoffed, how was he going to take care of the reporters. He may’ve been good with that katana, but he didn’t exactly look tough. They were all scooted out of the room to leave a pouting Hotaru behind. Still a pouting little girl wanting her way, he shook his head. He loved not having to think about his family and now it all came crashing back to him, along with Rokuru. Or whatever his name was now. He fumbled in his pocket for a smoke, but realized bitterly that he’d left his bag in Izar’s parents car. He jealously eyed Aoi as he pulled out a cigarette, but then his attention was diverted by the storm. It had suddenly gotten a bit loud. He jumped a little, but saw that Aoi was remaining completely calm. And then to his relief he offered him a cigarette, just as the reporters existed the building.

For the first time Masinori was mildly grateful that Aoi was there. He took the cigarette. It was a Japanese brand that he had greatly missed and hadn’t realized it until he’d taken the first drag. It was like heaven…ok maybe that was an exaggeration, but it was pretty good. He looked at Izar, a little confused as to why the reporters were leaving, but glad nonetheless. He smiled at him and rubbed his arm encouragingly, then rested his face in his hair for a moment. “You have a power?” Aoi asked, and it made Masinori turn his head, though he remained close to his boyfriend. He glanced back cautiously at Izar, trying to make it seem like he had no idea what Aoi was talking about, checking with Izar to see what he thought they should say in response.

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She was Masinori's sister. The only person of Masinori's family whom he had met. His brain did a few flips. This was the sibling that he disliked, who stole his mother's love. Not only that but he seemed to extremely dislike the other person. She was pregnant? Izar blinked several times, there was no way a unborn baby would be able to survive that. He hoped for her sake it did though. His mind spun. Izar reached a delayed hand after him as Masinori lunged at the man. Hotaru gasped and tried to get up but couldn't. Izar was small but when people were doing something stupid he didn't look so small. The katana came out and Izar lost it no one threatened Masinori like that.

He leapt forward and threw Masinori back away from the blade and threw the man back into the wall half using his arm and half using the wind. "What's wrong with you two?!" He shouted glaring at the man more than at Masinori. "Put whatever happened between you aside, she's hurt, do you want to hurt her heart to?" He said harshly directing most of it at the other man, he was the one with the blade. Izar kept looking between the two ready to jump in if either of them decided they wanted to fight again. Izar turned and took Hotaru's hand. "I really hope that you and your little one are alright," he said smiling brightly. He ran his hand through his hair wincing slightly as his hand hit the bandage above his eye. He had almost forgotten it was there.

He walked over and put a hand around Masinori's shoulders, not over them for his shortness wouldn't allow that. He put his other hand on his arm half holding him back. He was shooting his silver daggers at the person, no one dared hurt his Masinori. That was unforgivable. He went with them out of the room and passed a several of the reporters. There were significantly less but the one who had stayed seemed to have had malfunctions with their equipment. "Man, I had such a good picture too," he heard one say as he walked past. He breathed out a sigh of relief. They passed through the door and he sighed hanging his head. Rain. He leaned against the side of the building in the farthest most point away from all sides of moisture.

Izar wrinkled his nose and shook his head when he was offered cigarettes. More cigarettes. It was so wet. His breath became ragged and he had to remind himself that the water wasn't rushing into his lungs. He glanced around and shook his head ever so slightly, there were too many people around and they couldn't take the chance that one was a hunter of the tainted. He looked up at the other man, Aoi was his name? "You'll do well to silence yourself about whatever this power is, people don't exactly treat change kindly." Masinori took a drag of the cigarette and Izar blew out air casting it away from him it made the air feel toxic. Maybe he could convince Masinori to quit. Izar looked at the pavement for a moment and pretended ti wasn't raining. "What happened? I mean how'd you get mixed up with the brothers grimy." He asked smiling at his pun on the Brothers Grimm.