Kogareru {IZAR}

[masinorimoriyama]

Izar shot him a sharp look and Masinori felt bad, but it was a true statement. He shut his mouth the next time he had something stupid to say. Which would’ve been something along the lines of Suck the breath out faster next time? But as he explained, Masinori sympathized. No he empathized. “I know what that feels like, and I know you do at well, so I understand.” He didn’t elaborate though, but the man that had held him captive when he was young had tortured him several different ways, and a couple of them involved cutting off oxygen supply. He didn’t want to talk about that part of his past. He was pretty sure it wouldn’t be coming back to bite him in the ass anytime soon considering the man was no longer alive, but since his sister and Aoi appeared it kept irking it’s way into his mind. And he kept pushing it back out. He shrugged, “I’m pleased you think so, but it’s the truth.” He assured him. Izar buried his face in his shirt.

Masinori’s expression was harsh, “I’m sorry I asked.” He made them vanish. “I bet we could get one of those clever healing doctors to make them go away if you wanted. It would be strange if they were really gone…like looking at you now without tattoos…” He made them show up then busted out laughing. “I’m done now, I wont make either of us sprout a tail or anything.” He snapped his fingers, he didn’t need to but he wanted to elaborate, and they were just normal Masinori and Izar again. “Yes!” He said enthusiastically. The man that appeared was thoroughly intimidating. Taller than Masinori even, and he had wings just like Izar, but not. They were tawny like he’d described. “Hajimemashite.” (Greeting used when meeting someone for the first time) Masinori bowed politely to the imaginary man. He was simply a part of Izar’s unconscious mind now, but he behaved like he was real and was excited to meet him. After a while more in the dream world of Izar‘s mind, he was startled from sleep.

“Wake up bitches, the Firefly is making cinnamon sugar banana French toast!!” A deep voice came through the door and jolted Masinori awake. “Someone’s cheerful this morning.” Masinori half groaned half growled, and immediately flopped back down.

((OMGOMG Anna is gonna be Hotaru! She should totally join this rp and it can never end~~))

[aoi]

((Did we get to ANOTHER page?! ))

Aoi woke up way earlier than he would’ve liked. He took the pillow from beneath his head and turned over on his chest, hiding under said pillow. Before long he realized that was it, sleep would not be returning and he should just give up and get up. He looked over at Hotaru who was peacefully laid out next to him, and felt a jolt of pain in the general area of his heart. The two of them slept on opposite sides of the bed and it may’ve been two different sides of the earth. It was humorous that he’d even gotten her pregnant, but like he’d said to Masinori, we’re married, it happens. The jolt also came from the fact that despite all that, she was his best friend and he’d almost lost her yesterday. When he stood up he placed a chaste kiss on her cheek, then stretched. He was so happy to have had a shower the previous night, it made all the difference.

He snuck outside for a cigarette, enjoying it so much he had a second one. The sky was just finishing brightening up, how the hell am I so wide awake? He asked himself, stamping out his second cigarette and looking for a place to hide the buds. With a groan he picked them up and carried them back inside to throw out. He wasn’t about to leave cigarette buds all over the lawn of the kind family that had put him up for the night. Even if he really wanted to. When he opened the door, it was quiet, meaning everyone was still asleep, but the scent of cinnamon immediately overtook his nostrils. And then Hotaru was no longer in bed, so that only meant one thing. “Cinnamon sugar banana French toast!” He whispered longingly and bounded up the stairs. Third door to the… He tried to remember which room Mrs. Dupont had said Masi and Izar were in.

Slowly he cracked the door open, pausing when it creaked, then proceeding. He peaked in tepidly, and saw that they were out cold in each other’s arms. His expression softened as if he were looking at a pair of sleeping kittens. They are actually really cute~, he sang in his mind. “Wake up bitches, the Firefly is making cinnamon sugar banana French toast!!” He shouted unceremoniously, but not too loud so as not to wake anyone else up just yet. He wasn’t usually in the habit of talking like a vally girl, but he was pretty excited about the breakfast being prepared. Masinori sat bolt upright, and he laughed into his hand at the sight. “Someone’s cheerful this morning.” He practically snarled at him and laid back down as if to go back to sleep. “Iie!” (no) Aoi lunged forward and knelt on the edge of the bed. Izar was up by then. Maybe. Aoi grabbed his collar and excitedly said to the startled man (in Japanese), “But you haven’t lived until you’ve had Hotaru-chan’s Cinnamon sugar banana French toast!” Izar looked startled and the next thing he knew he was looking at the floor, compliments of Masinori knocking him off the bed with one push.

((I hope you read this and imagine it like an anime, cause that’s what I had in mind. Lots of anime faces and those little clouds above their head with the angry vein thinger))

[izar]

((lol this is the longest thread I've ever had!! lol))

Izar nodded thoughtfully, he'd never know what had happened to him when he was caught in his dream by that murderer. He wondered what had happened to him. Izar decided it was probably better not to ask. Maybe sometimes when Masinori wants to talk about it they will. Izar smiled and then paused for a moment. "Masinori, you said you used to love Aoi, and that dream you got pulled into that person tried to kiss you." He smiled teasingly, "I'm so lucky, I have the most beautiful boyfriend in the world and everyone wants him." He laughed and grinned jokingly. However, he couldn't help but feel slightly challenged. Someone who had love Masinori in the past was back, would he try to steal him back?

Izar shrugged, he didn't really like to dwell on it anymore. He had accepted long ago that these scars weren't going to disappear and his mother meant nothing to him anymore. Izar smiled, "We could, that would be weird, though." It would be very nice though, like erasing some part of his life completely. Izar grinned, "Thank you, god," he joked putting his hands together and pretending to pray. He smiled and looked down at himself he was normal again. It felt better, more comfortable. It was awkward to have a mature mind with a child's body. Izar followed Masinori's suit and bowed also and Zeferu bowed too. He smiled and then casually patted Izar's head. He did the same to Masinori and Izar laughed. Izar was about to ask him something when he jolted awake.

Izar sat up suddenly at the voice and pulled a dagger out from under his pillow. He looked around for a moment and then saw Aoi smiling like a morning person. It was a curse. Izar blinked slowly still trying to wake up. He looked at the dagger in his hand for a long time trying to register what had happened. He blushed slightly embarrassed and quickly slid it under the pillow pretending it wasn't there. His mind was moving slow and he was about to fall back like Masinori had when Aoi jumped on the bed and grabbed his collar. Izar's silver eyes widened as he spoke. He register the word cinnamon. He blinked when Aoi ended on the floor curtsy of Masinori. He laughed, usually his mornings didn't include this much action. He stretched and turned to plant a kiss on Masinori's cheek. "Morning, love," he smiled finally starting to wake up.

((Yep, definetly saw an anime scene right there!! XDXD))

[aoi]

Aoi ignored the dagger, momentarily registering that it was kind of a nice thing that Izar had similar interests to him before he jumped on the couples bed. Izar looked back wide eyed and confused as he spoke over exuberantly about his wife’s cooking. Didn’t he understand him? Or was he just really sleepy. He didn’t have time to ask because he was suddenly on the floor, grasping his head. “Itai!” (it hurts) He whined slightly, rubbing where he’d hit his head on the wall. “Morning, love.” He heard Izar say as he kissed Masinori. “Gross.” He mumbled and scrunched up his face and looked up at them. “So which one of you is uke?” He asked mock casual. Probably due to his tiredness and the excitement of cinnamon sugar banana french toast. A pillow roughly hit him in the side of the face. “Itai…” He groaned quietly and ran for the door. “Hai! That means it’s you baka! Come and eat before it’s cold and mushy!” He shut the door with a smirk and went back downstairs.

[masinorimoriyama]

“Woah, woah, woah, I did not used to love him.” He said suddenly and frowned. Maybe he had, he didn’t know, but he didn’t want to admit it if he had. And anyway he had been so young, it didn’t even matter anymore. He definitely felt more strongly for Izar, that was all that mattered. “Izaaar.” He said scoldingly, “That’s not true, but thank you for calling me beautiful.” He held Izar close as he drifted off into sleep. He ran his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes. He didn’t go to real sleep though, but drifted into Izar’s dreams, even though it had been a tiring day and he could‘ve used the rest. He couldn’t explain it but when he did this he felt just as refreshed as if he [I[had[/I] slept. Perhaps it was just subconscious, but he didn’t mind telling himself that. If it meant more time with him he’d believe anything.

Masinori blinked tiredly as Izar woke up too and pulled a dagger out from beneath his pillow almost immediately. He sat still, secretly hoping he’d stab Aoi. Aoi grabbed his collar and Masinori glared at him as he spoke. When he’d finished and Izar looked sufficiently at a loss, he gave Aoi one swift whack/push and he plummeted to the floor. “Morning love.” Izar said and kissed his cheek. Masinori wrapped his arms around him. “It’s too early.” He groaned. “Gross.” Aoi said from the floor, and he gave Izar a look like, why is he still here? “So which one of you is uke?” Aoi asked. Instinctively he took the pillow from behind him and hit Aoi in the face with it as hard as he could. “Buta~.” (pig) He said muttered, somewhat drawn out. “Go away before I grab Izar’s dagger.” He rolled his eyes as he finally left, then fell back down. She just had to make cinnamon whatever it was. He was in trouble.

[izar]

Izar looked up into his eyes and nodded happy to hear that. He grinned slightly at his scolding tone. Izar just shrugged and made an innocent face. "That is what you are." He grinned and nudged him gently with his arm. Izar was ready for some kind of violence when something startled him awake. He shook his head it was a force of habit. Usually people didn't startle him awake. It slowly registered that they were leaving today. He blinked around and wondered if they should be motivated to move yet. Aoi's smile all to happy in the morning face was speaking too loudly and Izar really wanted to kick him out. He blinked at his question then Masinori launched the pillow into the side of his head. Izar laughed he couldn't help it it might be because it was so early but this was all hilarious.

Izar nodded, "True." He stuck his tongue out at Aoi when he called them gross. Izar laughed at Masinori's threat then slightly put his hand back to make sure the dagger was still there. He smiled faintly feeling the cold metal and watched Aoi's reaction with amusement. Izar sighed with relief when he left. He fell back with Masinori and closed his eyes like he was going to go back to sleep. He rested for a moment then abruptly sat up his eyes wide, "Did he say cinnamon?" He was suddenly awake and excited. He pulled air from the kitchen and smelled it. "It is cinnamon!" He said happily. He and that spice had become very closer ever since Masinori had made him those cinnamon waffles.

((Meh it's short sorry!))

[masinorimoriyama]

"Yeah...he said cinnamon." Masinori said begrudgingly. Hotaru just always had to outdo him didn't she? He wowed Izar with cinnamon waffles and she randomly shows up one day with the moon covered in cinnamon and wrapped up with a bow. Masinori literally rolled out of bed and stood up for a moment, stretched, sat down, groaned, and stood up again. "I guess let's go downstairs." He said reaching his hand out to Izar and helping him up, but instead pulling him in close for a kiss. "Don't fall for my sister when her cooking is better than mine." He warned and turned for the door.

When they reached the bottom of the staircase they were bombarded with a bakery like scent. When they reached the kitchen they found Hotaru happily standing over the stove, and Aoi sitting at the table munching happily on breakfast, which looks like two huge peices of bread completely drenched in sugar and cinnamon. Masinori quirked a brow. He asked what it was in Japanese and Hotaru smiled and opened the oven, where a whole tray of the stuff was being kept warm as she cooked more. She used a spatula to scoop two out and put them on plates, then placed them in front of Izar and Masinori. "Ittadakimasu!" She said, then placed the last ones that she had been preparing in the oven with it's fellows and began to clean up.

Aoi looked at them enthusiastically, so Masinori dug in. Apprehensively at first. He poked the bread with his fork. From what he gathered, it was french toast, with a ton of sugar and cinnamon covering it and then what looked like some kind of fried banana on the inside. He quirked a brow, it looked unhealthy. He took a bite. It was fantastic. He pouted about it because he knew it would totally own his cinnamon waffles. It would own them and then annihilate them.

((Speeeeed bump. It's ok mine is short too))

[izar]

((*cracks knuckles* ok time for this to pick up again!))

Izar perked up happily at the scent and then watched Masinori get up. He sounded slightly unhappy about the cinnamon. He gave him a curious look but brushed it off. Izar nodded, "Alright," and he took Masinori's hand. He laughed slightly and returned the kiss. Izar kicked his legs off of the bed and got to his feet a new energy filling him when cinnamon drifted up the stairs. He shook his head and quickly ruffled his hair. He paused for a moment his eyes wandering to the blade resting on the wall. Out of habit Izar leaned over to touch the hilt feeling her warm presence flow though him made him feel better. To most it would seem odd, a sword with a brain almost. He looked over at Masinori and made a face. He grinned and jumped on Masinori's back, "Ewe... female." he said jokingly into his ear.

Izar looked at the odd thing placed in front of him. Anything that had cinnamon in it could not be wrong. He took a bite and was blown away. He didn't comment on it except a smile. He didn't want Masinori to think that they beat his waffles. This was good but the waffles meant a lot more. It was kind of odd but it was true. Izar nudged Masinori when he saw his face and gave him a sweet smile. The stairs creaked and Izar looked up to see the rest of his family trailing in. His mother looked shocked and both his father and brother looked like they had no idea which way was up this early. "Oh, dear, you didn't have to do this," she said taking Hotaru's hands and leading her away from the pans and started cleaning herself.

"Morning, bird brain," Henri said bitterly. "Morning, no brain," Izar returned. Before it could go any further their father's heavy hand hit both of then in the back of the head. "Do you have to start this early?" He asked harshly daring them to answer. Izar turned back to his food knowing it would be the wisest decision to pretend that never happened. Izar glared at Henri though their feud still running deeply. "What time do you plan on leaving?" His mother asked her voice radiating how disappointed she was that they were leaving so soon. Izar nodded, "Yeah, I'm going to get grilled if I stay away from work any longer." He admitted.

"Where are you working now?" His mother asked and Henri gave him a look that said he knew what it was. "I'm assisting at a Dojo not far from where I live," Izar lied easily coming up with something simple that would have something to do with why he went around so armed. "Like Mother, like son," Henri muttered. Izar was on his feet and fists slammed on the table, "I told you never to compare me to her!" He hissed trying to control his anger with so many people around. "What?" Henri rose too, "It's true." "I should slice off your arrogant little head." Izar snarled. It had been like this almost since day one Just another day in the lives of the Duponts. His mother gave him a look and mouth, 'Sit.' He did so and when back to his food pretending it didn't happen. Henri did the same after their father hit him again.

[masinorimoriyama]

Masinori laughed to himself with Izar ruffled his hair. It was so unnecessary because it was naturally unruly anyway, but it was endearing. “Ok Harry Potter, let’s go get some breakfast.” Masinori laughed. “Ooomph.” Masinori groaned when Izar jumped on his back. He adjusted to support the new weight and carried Izar into the kitchen. “Ewe…female.” He joked, and Masi quirked a brow at him. “Have you never liked a girl?” He asked suddenly. He never considered it before. He’d pretty much only been with women, if you didn’t count Aoi, which he didn’t because he was never with him. It wasn’t that he was opposed to men, he just hadn’t been presented with one he liked until he met Izar. And now he would never like anyone else. Izar completely perplexed him. Not that being gay was complicated to him, but he just didn’t understand his serious lack of a relationship history. He couldn’t fathom it. But he was extremely biased.

Masinori, after having taken his first bite, glanced over at Izar to see his reaction. He smiled slightly but didn’t really say anything. Masinori elbowed him, “Oh admit it, it’s amazingly better than my ridiculous waffles.” He whispered. “That’s ok, I’ll find someone else to blow you away.” Izar’s family filed in, his mother immediately trying to steal the dishes away from Hotaru, who protested but of course, lost. She had been almost done anyway. Soon Mrs. Dupont sat down to partake of the cinnamon heaven that everyone else was currently eating. Masinori didn’t even like bananas and this was one of the best things he ever tasted. He put his fork down bitterly. He should’ve not eaten any in protest. He was basically a traitor to himself. “Morning bird brain.” Henri said to Izar, who quickly retorted. Masinori watched them anticipating another hospital visit. More like dreading another hospital visit. I’ve seen enough hospitals lately to last me a lifetime. He thought. Izar’s mother asked when they intended to leave and they got on the subject, somehow, of his job. Or rather, his fake job. Another outburst from Henri followed by one from Izar. Masinori closed his eyes and let out an angry sort of sigh. Everyone was seated now, and Aoi looked at Izar excitedly now, like he’d just got accepted to join the soccer team or something.

[aoi]

Izar and Masinori came down to breakfast, literally attached to each other. Izar had jumped on Nori’s back on their way into the kitchen, they seemed to be in a more energized mood now. Aoi ate like he meant business and listened covertly to the couple chatter. All he had on his mind was his wife’s cinnamon awesomeness. “Ewe…female.” He caught Izar whisper, but didn’t look up. He was being covert after all. The two sat down next to each other and began to eat breakfast. Aoi watched them out of the corner of his eyes with some envy. It must be nice, what they had. It seemed so effortless. Hotaru was his best friend, but this was different, there was something there that he knew he never had before. They were enamored by each other, and they didn’t care who knew it. He could never be so bold. He would probably never have to anyway. He turned at an abrupt pressure on his shoulder to see Hotaru smiling warmly down at him. She was squeezing his shoulder and placing another helping in front of him. But something in the way she looked at him made it feel like she knew just what he’d been thinking. In fact there were so many occasions when she did things like that. Said something, or offered a gesture that just didn’t make sense unless she could read your mind or something.

But she would’ve told him that, right?

Izar’s family filed into the kitchen, no doubt surprised at the sight. Well they probably would’ve been surprised if they didn’t look half unconscious. That quickly passed as Izar and the one called Henri suddenly started to argue. He wasn’t sure about all of what they were saying, so he watched and ate slowly, slightly on edge. Masinori looked aggravated by it, like he was resisting the urge to deck Henri and would lose control any minute. As soon as everyone sat back down, (for they had just been about to jump on each other and Aoi thought maybe he’d have to bust out his katana and calm then down) Aoi spoke up excitedly. “Dojo, ne? I didn’t know there were any in such a small part of France!” He said directly to Izar. “I am expert at Martial Arts. I know Nori-chan used to practice, and you do as well?” Rhetorical question. “I would like very much to see it sometime.”