Kogareru {IZAR}

[masinorimoriyama]

“Hopefully it wont ever come to that.” Masinori joked.

The three of them loaded into Odille’s car and watched while Aoi jump started the twisted hunk of metal he called a vehicle. It actually gave him a little trouble this time, sputtering as blue flashes dripped from his fingertips and into the engine. Finally it kicked to life and he got in with a triumphant smirk. Hotaru sat in the back seat for now and Izar in front with Masi, at least until Aoi came back. Then he’d turn him into his lackey and make him drive the group back to Marsielle. Masinori tenderly held Izar’s hand as he drove. It was slightly difficult to turn the wheel with one hand, but he managed somehow. “Can you direct us to the nearest garbage dump?” He asked Izar. He was driving in front of Aoi. “I can’t believe you got into that thing with him.” Masinori shook his head at his sister and at the car. Actually I can’t believe you’re involved with him at all, but that’s another thing entirely…

He shifted in his seat, the dagger Izar had given him was uncomfortably positioned so that it was poking his thigh, slung through his belt loop. He’d need to work on that. And also figure out exactly how he was going to use the thing in combat if it ever came to it. He was used to other means of defense, but Izar was right. It was dangerous to depend only on your fists, speed, and muscle. He sighed and inwardly shook away his feelings of helplessness, secretly hoping Izar would always be there to protect him since he was much more competent and capable.

((I miss yoooouuuuu T.T lol))

[izar]

((*glomp* I miss you too!! ah!! it feels like it's been forever!!))

Izar laughed and paused a moment taking deep breaths and getting in the car. He pulled on the seatbelt and then looked at Masinori half serious and half jokingly said," Are there anymore seat belts?" He smiled despite himself he rolled the window down all the way to allow himself to feel the wind and he curled his legs up onto the seat as Masinori started to drive. Masinori's hand in his own was reassuring and he took several deep breaths and let the wind rush over him like a safety blanket. He felt slightly ridiculous. He felt small and vulnerable... well he felt small all the time but that's beside the point. He just didn't trust them. His wings he trusted the wind he trusted. But a car. It made his shudder.

Izar nodded, "Um, up there on th right I think..." He drew a map in the air. He'd usually only seen it from the air. "Wait..." he bit his lip for a moment and twisted his hand in the air. "Yeah then take the next left after that and I'm pretty sure it's a straight shot from there." He really hoped that he didn't get them lost that would be exceedingly bad. And unfortunately Izar was the worst at direction. If he didn't fly most places he'd get lost finding his own shadow. He grinned at Masinori shifting the dagger. "Just let it go, love." He teased.