Kogareru {IZAR}

[izar]

Izar stuck his tongue out at him at being compare to Harry Potter. "You know my hair is loads better than his," Izar smiled running his hand though it theatrically. "He doesn't even try." He laughed slightly. Izar smiled he hadn't expected Masinori to carry him down he was glad he did anyways. He wrapped his arms around his neck and gave him a backward hug. Izar blushed slightly at his question but soon they were downstairs and he stuffed food in his mouth to avoid answering that. The truth was he had never really know what he wanted he had liked a few girls but then a few guys too. He was a very confused adolescent. He just avoided the whole 'liking' idea altogether when people asked. Mostly people thought he was odd anyways.

Izar grinned and raised his hands defensively, "I plead the Fifth," he said. It was an American thing he had adopted from one of his friends. Izar smiled at his parents as they came down and his mother took over cleaning. She was a fire breathing dragon when it came to cleaning and even worse if a guest tried to do it for her. He was glad Hotaru didn't protest too much. It was like fire and ice, or cats and dogs with the way Henri and Izar got along. They couldn't be in the same room without fighting. It was childish but the hatred ran deep none the less. They ignored each others presence and Izar looked at Masinori sadly after he heard his angry sigh. He lowered his gaze feeling like a scolded child.

Izar nearly died right then and there when Aoi asked about the dojo... the dojo that didn't exist. He glanced at Masinori quickly for help and was glad his parents only knew half of what he was saying. "Uh... Yeah," Izar said making things up as he went, "It's very small, just a kind of out of the way kind of place." He shrugged hopping that would satisfy it. Izar glanced at Masinori as he referred t him as 'Nori-chan' again. He know Masinori used to practice it but he wasn't sure how much he knew. It still made his heart skip beats that Masinori went places unarmed. "Uh, sure, "I guess that would be alright," Izar searched his brain quickly trying to find an excuse, "It's very private though..." He said hopelessly.

[masinorimoriyama]

Masinori laughed at his defensiveness. “Your hair is perfection, as is the rest of you.” He quickly amended. Izar pretty much choked him, he made a gagging sound in return and laughed. They were like two kids. “Of course!” Masinori said suddenly. “Why didn’t I think of it before…” He trailed off. “People are intimidated by you. That must be why. I mean, I couldn’t even form a coherent sentence around you at first and I’m the most controlled and eloquent person alive.” He ruffled Izar’s already messy hair. “Yes, it’s all clear to me now.” He grinned. The sword might have something to do with it too though. He carefully examined Hotaru, his sister. She didn’t look very pregnant yet, or at least she was hiding it well. It was strange to think there would be a chibi Moriyama-Setsuna running around pretty soon. I’m going to be an uncle… He thought vaguely. That definitely felt weird too. The idea of having a family at all. Which brought him back to his parents. Where were they if Hotaru was here?

“I plead the fifth!” Masinori was pulled from his thoughts. “Ne~? the fifth?” He asked confusedly. “That means they are better.” He sighed, “It‘s ok, it‘s ok, I understand completely if you want to leave me for my sister.” He sniffled jokingly and wiped an imaginary tear away. This received a curious look from Hotaru, who looked like she was about to protest the comment but decided against it. One thing was for sure, Masinori wasn‘t going to miss Henri. “I’m not annoyed with you.” He whispered faintly when Izar looked down. He scrunched up his nose and took Izar’s hand, kissing the back of it with a goofy grin.

Masinori looked back at Izar impassively, inwardly amused at his struggle. “I haven‘t even been there.” He added, then stopped short. “Practice?!” He asked then switched to Japanese so Izar‘s parents wouldn‘t hear him swear, “If I remember correctly Ku-lu I used to be able to kick your ass.” Masinori said, blinking vainly and using a shortened version of his name to be antagonistic. “I’ll show you practice…” He trailed off. Masinori usually went around unarmed because he was more than practiced at martial arts. He was a very good fighter, a lot stronger than he looked, and pretty quick, though not as fast as Izar. As of late he had that gun on him, but it was more like an emergency last resort sort of thing. In case he wouldn’t be able to protect himself other ways. It was a great skill to have, but he always wished he had an ability that allowed him to better defend himself. He was looking forward to honing the thing he did to Izar in the car on the way back to the hospital, being able to make people drop like flies into a dream world. It was almost like Odille’s ability, he thought, but they’d be unconscious. No one wanted to suddenly flop out in a fight. It could be very useful.

[aoi]

“It’s an expression, Nori-chan, even I know that.” Aoi jokingly rolled his eyes. He quirked a brow, but didn’t comment on Masinori’s bit about Izar leaving him for Hotaru. He felt slightly defensive, but shrugged it off. She didn’t say anything either, but then what were they going to do? Gush about their undying love for one another, say they’d never leave each other and that Izar didn’t stand a chance? He stifled a laugh. Their marriage perplexed him more and more each day. Why did she stay with him if she seemed to know? The baby? They never openly questioned it, he always reminded himself that he was happy to have her friendship and companionship and vice versa, but something in him longed for something more. Something elusive and unobtainable. He shifted his weight at his friend’s open display of affection and took another bite of his breakfast. He was getting very very full.

“Oh, I don’t think so, friend! I’m a weapon of mass destruction!” He joked, even though it wasn’t far from the truth. He didn’t know what Masinori did with his spare time after they’d parted ways, but he had been adamant, dedicated, and committed at being the best he could be. “We’ll have to have a little contest, ne? See what you’ve been up to all of these years.” He smirked smugly. It was true, Masi used to be able to kick his ass, but that was a very long time ago. So much had changed. “I’ll show you practice…” “You’re on.” He said offhandedly. When they were done eating breakfast, he escaped to the bathroom to change. Since they were going to be driving for a while he put on something comfortable and simple. A plain black dress shirt and some dark bluish purple slacks. He skipped out on the makeup he usually wore, choosing some sunglasses instead that matched his pants and had rhinestones on them. He did straighten his hair a bit, but that was the extent of his primping. Still, he spent more time getting ready than Hotaru, but that was the norm. Secretly he felt a little self conscious about making himself look like he usually did. Lots of eye makeup especially, a lot more dressy clothes. When he was finished he slung his Katana over his shoulder and stepped outside.

((Soooo I'm watching the Heroes dvds and I realized Hiro wears his katana slung over his shoulder >.< whoops. I love this show...you know I got the waffle thing from it right?! Hiro loves waffles. And I got Masanori's name f rom Masi Oka who plays Hiro lol that's your useless trivia information for today.))

[izar]

((Wow... I've never really watched Heros... *hides* Most of my ideas are based on books ^__^))

Izar grinned and laughed at his gagging sound and loosened his arms so not to kill Masinori. Izar looked at the back of Masinori's head as he suddenly seemed to come to a conclusion. He grinned and laughed, "Intimidating? Me?" He laughed and aimed a mock blow at him when he ruffled his hair. Izar trailed Masinori's eyes to Hotaru. He raised an eyebrow and remembered that there was a bandage there and that he had been given very specific instructions to change it. After breakfast. Izar leaned close and whispered in his ear, "Excited to have a niece or nephew?" He smiled. He ate happily at least until his family came down. Then the angriness at Henri rose until he was ready to break.

Izar laughed and then patted Masinori's arm, "Determine what you will, but I still keep the fifth." He grinned teasingly. Izar elbowed his slightly, "Masinori don't think I'm going to run away because you can't cook," he teased a smile showing his teeth, "If that were the case I would have had to run away from myself a long time ago." Izar sat back glaring the look of death at Henri who returned it. How could he even compare them? Izar closed his eyes and pictured his mother crazed and angry. He couldn't even believe that they were from the same blood. What they did was even different. She was cold-blooded... but could he become like that? He closed his eyes for a moment and smiled at Masinori. He smiled at him and leaned his head against his shoulder for a moment when he kissed the back of his hand. There was sound of someone clearing their throats and Izar sat up immediately his face red.

Izar gave Masinori a slightly annoyed look, "Like I said, extremely private." He smiled and looked back and forth between the two. Masinori claimed to be able to kick his ass where Aoi declared that he was a weapon of mass destruction. Izar laughed, "You know I think I get to clam that one." He said referring slightly to his power. Izar grinned at their competition. "I'll referee." Izar offered happily. He watched Aoi leave to get dressed and then nodded to himself standing, "I guess we'd better get ready to go too." He said and Helped with the dishes for a moment before escaping to the stairs. He looked back at Masinori waiting for him to follow, again Henri had been stuck with the dishes and he wanted to get out of there because he could already hear his mother's voice rising to yell at Henri and he didn't want to get sucked in.

[masinorimoriyama]

((Oh my gooosh, you HAVE to watch it! Go to Blockbuster and rent them or something I swear you will not be sorry!!! I don‘t really watch any tv and I am totally obsessed with this show.))

Masinori laughed and ducked out of the way. “No, the other Izar.” He winked. Izar looked at Hotaru like yeah right and quirked an eyebrow. It looked funny because of the bandage over his eyes. “You look so tough with that bandage.” Masinori joked. He always looked tough, even for a shorty like him. Masinori choked a little. “No.” He said flatly. He didn’t know the first thing about children. He’d probably accidentally break it. He’d be one of those dads holding it upside down by the ankle scratching his head like, how do you work this thing? Good thing he was dating a guy. They couldn’t exactly have a kid together. Still, he was proving to be better at the domestic stuff than he’d ever thought possible. Thanks to Odille. And now with Hotaru around he was doomed to become a super, as Aoi had put it, uke. He’d be baking in a frilly pink apron in no time. ((Insert little anime huff cloud here))

“I can cook!” He said defensively. “Just not that many things so far.” He pouted. “I bet if I learned how to make this fancy lardy sugar death I could make it ten times better than her.” He added for good measure and sulked some more. “That’s true, though I’ve yet to see the result of your so called kitchen mishaps. Only rumors of charred sandwiches.” He tried to lighten the mood, but caught sight of Henri and Izar still glaring at each other. And Izar kept looking distracted and lost in thought. “Don’t entertain such thoughts.” He whispered. “I’ve seen the deepest places of your heart.” He always had to remind Izar, he’d always slip back into second guessing himself and his intentions. But Masinori wasn’t in the habit of making excuses for people, and when he said Izar was better than that, he meant it. Izar leaned his head on his shoulder until someone cleared their throat, he wasn’t sure who, but he was glad for a moment that they were leaving and he could touch Izar in public as much as he wanted again. Well within reason of course.

Masinori could tell Izar did not like Aoi. He was relieved he wasn’t going to get the just give him a chance talk anytime soon. “Like I said, extremely private.” So private that not even you have been there, Izar. He laughed inwardly. “Probably.” Masinori added. “But what if you didn’t use your ability? I bet I could take you.” He smirked, not really sure if he actually could. And completely sure he wouldn’t want to harm Izar in any way shape or form anyway. Aoi shot him a curious look at the mention of Izar’s ability. He guessed Hotaru hadn’t told him. They certainly confide in each other, don’t they. Masinori and Izar left the table to get their things together to leave, passing the happy couple on the way up. Masinori tried to race past Izar on the staircase after he’d looked down at him on his way up ahead of him. He felt somewhat bad that for whatever reason, his sister and Aoi were ok with being together even though they obviously didn’t love each other. It was completely mind boggling. He couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, he couldn’t imagine being with someone he didn’t love. But he had before. Was it out of desperation? A need for someone to be close? That didn’t seem like it was entirely it.

((Masinori is so OOC from what I intended him to be >.< I don’t even try anymore lol))

[izar]

Izar laughed and put a hand on his hip then another on his chin thoughtfully. "I need to get a hold of that guy..." He smiled. He touched the bandage. "It makes me feel like I'm part mummy. Or like I've been in a street fight." He shrugged. He looked at Hotaru again and wondered how Masinori would handle children. He laughed and patted his leg. "I'm sure you'll be an amazing uncle." He grinned at him completely happy for Hotaru and Aoi and also Masinori. He smiled slightly imagining it in his head. He at slowly for a minute and let the deliciousness wash over his tongue. Izar tapped his fork slightly on the plate absentmindedly. He wondered when they would leave.

Izar laughed at Masinori's pout. "And the things you cook now are amazing." Izar said squeezing Masinori's hand. "I bet you could, are yo going to steal the recipe?" he smiled. He then snorted and shook his head, "You don't want to." He advised. When he got it in his head to cook people ran for it. "I remember a time I was making cookies when I was younger... Somehow they exploded and the whole oven caught fire." He laughed. Then suddenly Henri smile, "I do remember that. You looked so funny your face was black and your hair stood more on end then normal." Izar instead of being insulted laughed, "Yeah, and if I do recall you tried to play hero and get the ashes out of the oven." "Yeah, mom you were so mad at us."

"It's not a point in time I wish to remember. Word of advice Masi, if he gets it in his head to cook stop him." She shook her head. Izar glanced at Masinori then nodded. Masinori did truly know the deepest places of his heart. Izar smiled slightly at Masinori's boast. "Hmm, want to make that a bet?" He said slyly a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. He really didn't think he would lose to Masinori. Though without his ability that was odd, he'd never really done anything without it. But then again this was practically what he did for a living. Izar laughed and started after Masinori as he ran past him. He loved just being near Masinori. He couldn't imagine ever being with anyone else after being with Masinori and hopefully he'd never have to be.

[masinorimoriyama]

“Huh? Oh. Ha.” Masinori said answering his own question, he wasn’t sure what he meant by ‘that guy’ at first but then realized after a short pause what he’d just said and how dense he just must’ve looked. “A street fight sounds much more brutal than getting punched in the living room.” He nodded in agreement. “I’m sure you’ll be an amazing uncle.” Masinori quirked a brow, “If I don’t kill it.” He said, eliciting a warning look from Hotaru that meant he’d never lay his hands on the kid if she had anything to say about it if that was going to be the case. “Well, I’m exaggerating, obviously.” Izar tapped his fork on his plate impatiently. His mind wandered to his suitcase and packing it again and what was awaiting back home. “I wouldn’t go as far as amazing, per say…pretty good, half decent, edible. Those sound more realistic.” He squeezed his hand back and nodded. “I’ll make her teach me.” He said absently. He blinked in shock. Were Izar and Henri…having a moment? A fond memory of the past causing them to get along ever so briefly. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He looked from one to the other and thought maybe the world was coming to an end.

“I’ll remember that, thank you.” Masinori smiled at Mrs. Dupont. He was kind of going to miss her. She was a sweet lady, blunt, and sweet. He couldn’t believe he came here anticipating a confrontation that might’ve resulted in death. It was a laughable thought now, though not really because that would’ve been really really bad. He watched the sparkle in Izar’s eye, “Just kidding. Sorry to disappoint. I wont be throwing any drop kicks in your direction.” He said matter-of-factly. They went upstairs and he paced around Izar’s room a few times trying to locate any items that had strayed from the general area of his suitcase. A pair of shoes on the opposite side of the room, a shirt on the dresser. He tried to fit everything neatly back in, but ended up mostly piling it up in disarray. Odille’s messiness was rubbing off on him. “Alright, I believe I’m ready…” He said thoughtfully. “Will you be joining us in the evil car of doom or…” He trailed off and pointed up. “We’re not taking that heap they came in just so you know. But you probably don’t want to anyway and the weather is looking up.” Hours alone in a car with Aoi and Hotaru, he could hardly wait for that. He exuded joy. Not.


((Ahh already my character from my other story is rubbing off and being totally random in Masinori.
Faiiilure.
Speaking of failure, we fail at the 750 word per post minimum -_-
But it‘s ok cause we‘ve got SEVEN PAGES!))

[izar]

((lol there was a minimum? oops... oh well *is to lazy to try harder* haha! nice! dude, I know, we just kick butt...))

Izar patted Masinori's shoulder sympathetically. "I must remember to speak slowly in the morning." He teased with a large smile. Izar nodded, "Exactly. And I think that'll be my cover story." He grinned and Henri snorted. Izar laughed, "Don't worry Hotaru, I will not let him drop your baby." He smiled, he liked little children until they started to cry then he was at a loss. Izar grinned, "Don't sell yourself short, you are an amazing cook and amazing at pretty much anything you do." He smiled and hugged Masinori's arm. He laughed and squeezed his hand. He heard a snort come from his mother, "Enough! I'm drowning!" She laughed teasingly. Izar blushed and she shooed them off to pack so she could finish cleaning the plates.

He smiled at their exchange of advice. He inwardly was letting out a long relives sigh. It had gone infinitely better than he had thought it was. Both of his parents had taken a liking to Masinori and he trusted his mother's judgment. Not that if she hadn't liked him that would have changed anything. But it made things so much easier that she did. Izar snapped his fingers in mock disappointment and a sly look fell across his face. Izar packed away neatly into his small bag traveling as lightly as possible. He looked around his old room and then dug in his side drawer. It was mostly empty as was the majority of his furniture here. after a few moments of digging Izar found it. A small thing. He it had been one of his blades when he had first started using them. It was around a foot long and still razor sharp. He closed the drawer with a push of his hip and perched himself on his bed and handed Masinori the blade, "It makes me nervous when you go out unarmed." Izar said a teasing smile on his face but a serious note underlying it. Izar made a face, "Are you kidding I wouldn't leave you alone in the car of doom with them." He smiled sweetly.

[masinorimoriyama]

((Oh my gooosh I’ve been lost in the abyss >.< I’m sooo sorry!))

Masinori watched as Izar packed, slower than him, neater than him. It was amusing considering. Judging by their personalities you’d think it would be the other way around. He looked down at his mess and took some time to squeeze everything in, literally squeezing it to get the zipper closed. After Izar was finished packing he went over to a drawer and casually began to dig around through it. Masinori looked in the mirror and messed with his hair a little, still getting used to the length it was for the visit since he had wanted to look presentable. “Hmm?” He turned to Izar who teasingly handed him something saying it made him nervous to go around unarmed. He was about to open his mouth to say something about his fists being his weapon, but then he looked down at the gift. Or was it a gift? He forgot about his previous thought because he was happy that Izar cared and was giving him something. He took it from him and smiled as he examined it. “Thank you Izar, that’s sweet of you.” He fumbled for a place to put it on his hips or pocket, “I’ll have to get something to like…hold it with.” Like a holster or something.

“R-really?” He blinked several times in surprise. He was one hundred and fifty percent not expecting him to come in the car and was shocked, but very very pleased. “Sugoi.” He said and picked up his bag, leading the way downstairs. Hotaru and Aoi were both there waiting, they had already loaded their stuff into their heap and were in the living room waiting for him and Izar. “Uhm, we’re not taking that thing by the way. We can stop off and abandon it on the way, but no one should put their life in it’s hands.” Masinori told Aoi. “We’ll take it to a dump and then you can get in Odille’s car and drive if you want to.” He instructed. This way Hotaru and the baby will be safe, besides if it exploded abruptly no one will really miss you anyway… he joked inwardly.

The time came to say their goodbye’s to Izar’s parents. Masinori gave them both firm hugs, but when he came to Henri, he nervously put out his hand to shake it, like he carried the plague or something. The two hadn’t taken a big warm liking to one another, mostly because he didn’t like anyone who was unkind to his Izar. “We can’t thank you enough for your kindness, hospitality, and reception. If you ever need anything don’t hesitate.” Masinori bowed politely to them. There was a lot more he felt he could’ve said, but he didn’t want to become overly sentimental. They were the first untainted people he had spent time with and gotten to know in several years, and they had greatly changed his foolish outlook. But he also had Izar to thank for that. He didn’t deserve this person who put so much effort and love into someone like him, but he was slowly realizing that maybe he wasn’t so bad if Izar cared that much.

[izar]

((lol no problem! <3 wow this new format is making my computer run super slow))

Izar felt like laughing. Masinori just threw everything into his suitcase while he folded everything neatly. Masinori was always the one to be organized while Izar was... well his apartment wasn't exactly clean. it was odd. He usually threw things around and more often not the wind knocked things over and he was just not motivated enough to pick it up. But his clothing was always neat. He should clean it soon. Hopefully he could rope Masinori into helping him. He wasn't exactly sure what resided under the clutter. He was slightly afraid. He'd owned that apartment for years and he really didn't want to find a five year old sandwich or something. Izar laughed and took the dagger and slipped it into Masinori's pocket for him then leaned up to steal a kiss.

He smiled at Masinori and nodded. He sounded so happy it made his heart soar. He hated cars and moving vehicles but he loved Masinori so much more. Izar grinned, "I'd swim for you, love." He said seriously. Sure it would take a lot like drowning or something to get him to go near it but he would none the less. Masinori made him feel invincible and when he felt invincible water wasn't so scary. He slung his bag over his shoulder and followed him down the stairs. He sighed to himself with relief. He smirked at the stairs {i]didn't get me that time! My feet seem to actually be listening today.[/i] He looked out at the car for a moment and chewed at his lip.

He hugged his parents tightly and promised quickly to call more often. He and Henri exchanged glared then a small smiled peeked out from both sets of lips. He then turned his back on them and looked in dismay at the car. He swallowed his fear and stood a little straighter though that really did nothing to help his height. He smiled at Masinori as his mother squeezed him. She had a habit of doing that. If you got any broken bones it would be from one of her hugs. Izar was very glad his bones weren't brittle even though they were hallow. He leaned against the door frame as Hotaru and Aoi walked out of the house. His parents were blessed Saints for dealing with what they had this weekend.