Kogareru {IZAR}

[izar]

((OOC: Really!?!?! XDXD))

Izar smiled slowly waiting for Masinori to calm himself. He nodded at Masinori's reasonings and then decided against saying anything against it. He had a feeling that he wouldn't win that particular debate. Masinori had a point, they were untainted and by tainted views utterly powerless. Izar shook his head instead and rubbed Masinori's shoulder. Izar looked Masinori in the eyes and smiled, "I love you, no matter what." He said in a serious voice. "I don't ever want yo to leave my side." He spoke softly gazing into Masinori's fathomless blue eyes. He got lost in them and suddenly the only thing that existed was Masinori.

Izar shook his head and made a disapproving noise. "Masinori, I never want yo to leave, so what about danger? I've been living danger my entire life. Things would get boring if it wasn't around." Izar tapped his chin thinking as he wandered over to pick up the gun. "What aren't you understanding? I love you Masinori! If you were to get yourself in danger you don't think I'd just sit around doing nothing, do you? Yes, I love my parent, but they're alright. They're downstairs arguing about what to have for dinner." He shook his head and smiled, "Nothing happened." He watched as Masinori threw the tattered cloves at her. She messed up big time. Izar smiled slightly after she left he was already formulating a plan for teaching her a lesson about not meddling in other people's lives.

Izar looked at the dagger quivering there and felt his face pale. He had almost killed someone out of anger. That was the thin line that separated him from the murderers. He needed to calm himself. He sat down on the bed and started to laugh. If it was all thought though it was actually quite comical. Like the kind of dramatic irony you see in very corny movies. At the time it had been nothing but anger running through his veins but now he felt like laughing. A joy filled him with relief. His parents were alright. Odille was currently on his hit list and Masinori wasn't a killer. This had turned out to be a good day like an elaborate unplanned play.

He calmed and ceased laughing after Masinori asked him about it. He just grinned in return and put a hand over his mouth, "I'm sorry," He dropped his hand and watched Masinori. He rushed at him and Izar stayed still unsure of what was going on. Masinori stopped short of him and put a hand on the hilt of his sword then the other on his waist. His skin felt like it was on fire. He normally would have been put off about people touching his sword but Masinori touching it didn't seem to bother him. He even thought he heard a dull hum coming from it. He was so over 'magical' blades. He told him never to call him Masi again. He nodded and leaned into the kiss tilting his mouth up to meet Masinori's. He he put a hand over the hand on Need and when Masinori pulled away again and said please he smiled. "Never again," Izar promised. He hugged Masinori tightly and smiled smelling Masinori's sweet scent of herbs.

Izar patted his head and then with a smile added, "My parents don't know we could go down and pretend this never happened. Izar stood also and walked over to the wall. He winced and put a hand on the hilt. He pulled it out and winced putting a finger over the small hole. "My parents are going to kill me." He sighed. Izar smiled, "I should probably show you where you are staying." He walked down the hall glancing behind him t make sure that Masinori was still following him. "Here," he opened the door to the guest bedroom. It was relatively plain and she sheets on the bed were decorated a nice pale green. Izar walked back over to Masinori and smiled, "You wanna bring your stuff in or meet my parents officially first?"

[masinorimoriyama]

“Never again.” Masinori smiled into the kiss. He didn’t get a chance to respond to Izar’s declarations before Odille came in. “Yeah, good thing I’m here to make your life exciting.” Masinori joked sarcastically. “I just don’t want to see you hurt.” He stroked his shoulder blade. “Never leaving your side sounds good to me.” He said, watching Izar pull the dagger out of the wall. “Hey I thought you weren’t leaving my side, he pulled him by the hem of his shirt and smirked. Glad things were light hearted again. "I should probably show you where you are staying." “Oh, I thought here!” He shrugged as Izar lead him down the hall to the guest room. Duh, that was probably his room.

“I just have a small bag. We can get it out of the way. Plus I need a breath of fresh air right about now.” He sighed as they walked back downstairs. “There wasn’t a dog by the way.” He whispered. “I was just really nervous about everything. Sorry for lying.” He said genuinely feeling bad for his excuse, even if it was just a little white lie. They reached the car and he looked angrily at it for a moment before opening the passenger door. “I am going to get her back for this.” He said bitterly. “I mean, I’m not going to speak to her, but I’m going to get her back.” He picked up a small plastic container with a little black bow on it and handed it to Izar without turning around, continuing to rummage through the back seat for his bag like nothing. It was a Tupperware container full of waffles. The last time he saw Izar he was supposed to make them for him and had to run off instead. He felt so bad when he got home and realized it that he made him enough to last a week.

He smiled quietly to himself as he grabbed his bag, then a bouquet of sunflowers picked from Odille’s garden for Izar’s parents. “Ok, ready.” He said smiling. “Izar Draquia. Do you know how cute that is?” He asked rhetorically as they headed back inside. The neighbors dog barked in the distance, and half startled him. He shook his head. “I’m totally going to kill Odille…only not literally. Well, maybe. She’s so retarded.” He stopped and put his hand in front of Izar as if to stop him too. “And I’m going to leave Calliga, that hasn’t changed.” He informed him resolutely. “Whatever caused us to be the way we are…with these abilities…it isn’t wrong. But it obviously isn’t the only way either.” He looked off as he said this.

It almost hurt him to admit it. They had always felt like the wrong ones to him. But he had stooped to the level of all those he’d met that were cruel and closed minded by developing a mutual hatred for and lumping together all of the Untainted. There were all kinds of evil in the world, he knew that from seeing it in dreams, but there were all kinds of good too. He suddenly felt like he’d wasted so many years of his life accepting the evil, being resigned to it’s inevitability, instead of desiring it’s end. “There will always be evil in the world, wont there?” He asked suddenly. “It seems like a futile battle, especially when people are discouraging you every day, but it’s worth it, isn’t it? It seems so small in the scheme of things, but even that small difference.” He squinted and bit his lip. “Sumasine.” He snorted, “I hope your parents like me.” He started to walk again.

((Yes!! I downloaded it offline, I can send you a link, it's really good, especially this song called "Dune" it's very catchy and cute. Hyde is what got me into Japanese music ^_^ before that I thought it was all weird girls singing all high and creepy haha))

[izar]

((OOC: Sweet yes please do!!! XDXDXD))

Izar grinned and nodded, "I guess we suit each other then." He returned. Izar grinned and turned his attention back to the slit in the wall. He tapped his nose thinking for a moment. Thank goodness it was a rather short dagger and didn't go through the other side. He shifted the floor lamp around and the lamp shade covered the hole. He'd have to fix it later. He turned to look over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out at Masinori as he pulled at his shirt. Izar raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. He grinned pointing out random rooms as they walked down the hall. Most importantly the bathroom. Izar walked back down stairs once again priding himself on keeping his feet under him.

"I don't blame you. Stressful day.." He nodded to himself and opened the door. The dog barked and Izar felt a twinge of annoyance. He better not have to try to sleep through some barking dog all night or there might not be a dog anymore. Izar smiled as Masinori admitted his lie, "You didn't fool me for a moment." Izar grinned pointing at the sky, "Bird's eye-view, love. Its no problem." Izar laughed then with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes said, "I think that I have a plan. I haven't done it in a while, but I'm sure that she will be truly sorry that she messed with the wrong family." He winked and laughed. He didn't intend on telling Masinori his plans that might make him expect something and blow his cover. Waffles!" Izar cried happily. He beamed and pulled at the ribbon not pulling hard enough to loosen it but just for the sake of something to do.

Izar laughed and put an arm around Masinori's shoulders. Izar hear the dog again and frowned. "That dog better not bark all night. I might do something irrational..." He joked. He smiled, "I agree." He laughed, "Very." He walked across the lawn kicking absently at a rock as he walked. He blinked he'd been watching his feet so when Masinori's hand appeared in front of him he looked up started. Izar gazed into his deep blue eyes and listened his heart rising. Izar gave himself a boost to land a kiss on Masinori's lips. "I'm so glad." He nodded, "Masinori, I'm so happy that you came to that conclusion." His smile faded slightly, "Will you be able to quit? I mean, I don't know a lot about them, are they like a gang are you going to be allowed out?" He asked not wanting anything to happen to Masinori.

Izar continued walking holding the waffles to his chest. They were a lot more precious to him then just being the most delicious food group in the world. He looked up and nodded, "Yeah, sadly. As much as we wish for peace just is an impossible goal." He smiled, "But someone has to try." Izar laughed, "You've thought a lot about this haven't you? Just ignore everyone else, they're going to try to knock you down and discourage you but..." He paused, "You know what changed my mind about doing what I do?" He smiled at the memory, "I got rid of this guy and I found a little girl. She was so happy, I knew then it was the right thing to do." He nodded to himself then took a few strides ahead of Masinori to hold the door open for him. "How can they not?" He grinned and walked into the house. His father was sitting on the couch and his mother was standing by the door. His father moved toward Masinori. He was tall even taller than Masinori. "Let me take you're bag for you." Izar breathed a sigh of relief and his mother gave him a wink.

[masinorimoriyama]

Masinori stifled a laugh when Izar tried to cover the hole in the wall with the lamp shade. He was quite entertaining to watch. “Good as new.” He said sarcastically. He followed Izar through the house and out to the car to fetch his bag. His parents were in the kitchen. Probably arguing over what to have for dinner, just as Izar had said, oblivious to the short lived drama that had just played out in the upstairs bedroom. He looked up at the sky, “my little bird,” he joked. A plan? Masi quirked a brow, but Izar said nothing. “Just don’t hurt her…much.” Maybe a little pain might be ok, or at least he could entertain that idea now while he was still fuming. He smiled to himself with his back turned, as Izar burst out about the waffles. He turned to see him playing with the ribbon, there were just so many little things he loved about him, sometimes he almost couldn’t stand it.

Izar looked into his eyes, genuinely pleased and delighted at Masinori’s epiphany of sorts. His face dropped, and Masinori had to think about that for a minute. “From an outsiders perspective I would’ve thought that was the case. That I’d be making a mortal enemy and marking myself for certain doom, those kinds of things. But I…I don’t know anything. It isn’t like I was really a part of anything…” He trailed off. “I think it will be fine.” He put his hand on Izar’s head and placed a quick kiss on his forehead. He had a little knot in his stomach though. Caleb seemed like he meant business. And they had blown up the warehouse to cover his tracks. He shrugged it off. That was the only thing that had happened. He’d talk to him…or write him, and work it all out so that he wasn’t offended or angry with his decision to part ways. It would be just fine. Maybe they wouldn’t even notice.

“Of course I have.” Masinori breathed. “I’ve thought about it my whole life! And well ignoring didn’t really work out as you can see.” They walked inside, Izar holding the door open for him. Masinori smiled at him, the love he had for him shining in his eyes. He was pulled out of his trance by Izar’s father, towering over him. It was a little startling, until he offered to take his bag. He handed it to him nervously. “Thank you very much, sir.” He said with a bow. This was something completely strange and new, meeting the parents. He’d never done that. It was never that serious with anyone. His mind was running wild. He wondered what and how Izar had told them, they hadn’t gotten into it. And they knew Izar was Tainted, right? Did they know he was as well? He took a deep breath, as covertly as he could so he didn’t appear half as nervous as he was, and told himself the usual things one says in situations like this. Be yourself, stay calm.

((Sorry it's short, I totally had writer's block X.X))

[izar]

((OOC: That's ok!!))

Izar looked at the lap then turned back to Masinori a smile on his face. He pointed a threatening finger at him. "Watch it." He laughed and went outside with him to grab his bag. He grinned at Masinori's comment then a mischievous smile formed on his lips. "I won't hurt her... maybe extremely startle, but I think she'll learn not to mess with other people's lives." He winked and laughed. It would be fun he hadn't done this in a long time. He was sure that she would be a little freaked out about darkness for a while but she deserved it. "Just leave your window open for a while." Izar said thinking about the upcoming week and the best night to pull off his plan.

Izar blew a breath of relief. At least he hoped that Masinori was right. He didn't think that he could handle Masinori being hurt. He had always thought of Calliga as being some sort of gang and he had heard what happened to people who wanted out of a gang. Many didn't survive the experience. He wanted to keep an extra eye out for anything suspicious. Masinori said that he was a small part and Izar hoped that would mean that they wouldn't care to much when he quit. He wanted to keep Masinori in his sights even if Masinori didn't know that he was doing so. "That's good." Izar said at least Masinori had a way to get out and wasn't stuck. And he didn't know anything so that should give him a boost in getting out of Calliga.

Izar let out a breath he hadn't known that he had been holding when his father smiled and asked to take his bag. Izar grinned and with a look from his father he sent the bag shooting up to the guest bedroom. He smiled as his mother pulled Masinori into the kitchen. He couldn't' be more happy his parents were not only acting civil but accepting Masinori and at least trying to help his feel at home. "You should see it when he does the dishes," She laughed. Izar snorted sarcastically, "Great fun." She turned to the oven and looked inside. Izar sat down near Masinori, "Masinori's tainted, too. He's a dreamwalker." His mother turned and smiled, "That's wonderful. What's it like?" She smiled but his father cleared his throat and she turned her back to them again. "Masi, dear, do you like pastichio?" She asked.

Izar leaned over, "Mom's part Greek, Pastichio is a Greek dish her mother taught her how to make." He whispered to Masinori. He was happy he liked Pastichio, "Have you ever had it?" He asked curiously. Izar looked up and his father came over leaning on the table. "I just got a new car, wanna race?" He said with a smirk. Izar returned the look, "Anytime old man."

[masinorimoriyama]

Masinori was startled to see the bag fly upstairs of it’s own accord. He watched it and then looked at Izar, a little surprised. “Did you…? I don’t think I’ve seen you do that.” He said. “I bet he breaks a lot of them.” Masinori smiled at Izar to let him know he was just playing around. He looked at Mrs. Dupont with something like awe. Did she just say wonderful? He opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted. For a second he thought they meant the nut. “Uhh…” He trailed off. He wasn’t sure. “I‘ve never heard of it…what is it? I have had some Turkish food, is that similar to Greek? My roommate went there and learned recipes.” He thought for a second. “There was this thing with meat paste inside that they have at weddings…” He used his hands to describe it, he’d forgotten the name. “She really liked the coffee.” He said, deciding to stop talking about Turkish food to the Greeks. Maybe it was offensive and he didn’t know.

The strong spiced coffee, she‘d excitedly prepared some for him, but he thought it tasted like mud. She could only take her coffee black after that. What was it like to see people‘s dreams? Well, it was informative. You felt all of their pain or you felt all of their purity. You saw your best friend on a bus gazing longingly out at the cliff side villages imaging her past and loathing her present and future. You saw people’s plans and plots, their deepest desires. Or you’d see the sometimes comical cleaning out of the rubbish in their heads that they couldn’t stand thinking anymore. For Izar, he didn’t have to see his dreams to know him, even though he had on more than one occasion. Izar had seen the types of things that make a person cold an callous, but here he sat, warm and tender. Interacting with his family like he was unscathed by the world and it’s evils.

Masinori couldn’t help the way he spaced out looking at him sometimes like he was the only thing he’d ever seen, adoration shining in his eyes. He blinked, and whispered, “Race?” Quickly pulling back when they faced each other too closely. He still felt awkward about everything in front of his family. They seemed to be ok with it though. They seemed to be the most strangely accepting people he’d ever met. But racing? What exactly did they mean by that? He tried not to laugh as the mental imagine came to his head of it’s own accord, Izar with racing goggles flying over his father’s car and the neighbors all pointing in awe. And the dog, which had finally quieted, barking and chasing after them. He shook his head slightly to chase the thought away.

Dinner was served. It was like nothing he’d ever had or seen, but oddly enough he tasted it and it was pretty good. He smiled at Izar's excitement to be eating a home cooked meal, and apparently one he was very fond off. The two men were both very skinny, genetics, and probably because Izar “couldn’t boil water” and Masi lived with a caffeine crazed girl who had an aversion to all things food. She was an excellent cook when she wanted to be, but those occasions were rare.

[izar]

((OOC: lol I love Pastichio! Have you ever had it? It's super delicious!!))

Izar shrugged "Well... It only started working recently. I once chased my brother around with a spoon on accident..." He grinned sheepishly. He elbowed him at his next comment. "Not nice." His father laughed, "Actually I think he's bought us a full new set of plates." Izar crossed his arms and pouted feeling like he was being ganged up on. Izar smiled at Masinori reaction to his mother's reaction to him being tainted. He was happy he actually wasn't to sure how his parents would take it. A lot better than he could have hoped actually. He was so happy that they were getting along so well. He could barely believe that less than an hour ago Masinori had walked into his house with a gun and thought that he was to get rid of Izar's parents. He smiled not letting it bother him. He could get his anger out later.

He heard the comment about Turkey and then looked at his mother she had always had a grudge. "No!" She snapped, "They are nothing alike. Greeks were much better at art, philosophy, science, and cooking." She said coolly. Her family had been badly affected by the Turkish occupation of Greece. "You'd think after a few generations they would let up," he whispered to Masinori with a grin. Izar grabbed a cup and quickly filled it with a little lemonade he found in the refrigerator. He went back to his seat and let the smell of the dish float over him. Pastichio was a dish that was made from noodles, beef, and topped with a special sauce called the krema which was soft and delicious.

Izar smiled, "Yeah, a race, there's a field a while from here, much like the one we met in." He realized he had left that part out and his face reddened at his father's raised eyebrow. "Anyways, he thinks that he's got something faster than me. So we try it out and I always win." He said with more than a hint of confidence. "It's a kind of tradition." He wondered for a second if it would be possible to let Masinori experience what he does everyday. He thought about it for a moment then nodded to himself maybe he could surprise Masinori. He had said he liked the feelings of flight, right? "It's always fun." He added. The oven bell rang and Izar's attention turned to the oven. He was overwhelmed by the smell. It filled the air and he wondered if he was the only one overtaken by the wonderful smell.

He thanked his mother quickly as she handed them all a generous piece of the pastichio. He dug in hungrily. He loved this and he paused for a second. "Mom, did you change your krema?" She smiled, "You noticed, how do you like it?" He beamed, "It's great just different." He looked over at Masinori to see how he would like it. "How was your trip?" Izar asked wondering how long it had taken him as opposed to Izar. He had no idea when Masinori had left and he didn't know if he had gotten stuck in traffic. He loved being able to fly and away from that metal death trap. He really hated cars. Or anything that moved automatically for that matter...

[masinorimoriyama]

((No I never had it, it sounds pretty good though!))

Masinori nodded, “I don’t know much about either country’s culture.” he added apologetically. Izar mentioned the field, and he blushed a little at the mention of something personal in front of his parents. At any other time he would’ve held Izar’s hand or nuzzled his cheek. It made him want to in fact, but only left him feeling awkward. “That must be quite an interesting sight.” Masinori smiled. He hadn’t seen Izar’s flying capabilities in action too much. But from what he had seen, he was obviously impressed. It was something he’d always dreamed of doing himself. The fact that the man he loved could fly and had wings made him feel like the proudest luckiest person alive. Like he’d found his own personal angel in attractive incredible sweet Izar form.

“It was long and arduous, and I was a bag of nerves the whole time.” The last part was said in a whisper. “Are you going to ride back with me?” He asked hopefully. Any time spent with Izar was time well spent. He watched him eat his pastichio, and momentarily wondered if Mrs. Dupont could perhaps teach him how to make it for him. He didn’t have much culinary experience, but he could boil a pot of water. He tasted his own, hoping he’d like it, and he was pleased to find that he did. He chewed it with a surprised and delighted expression, “I’ve never tasted anything like it.” He said happily. It seemed to be the sauce that made it so unique. He could get used to eating home cooked food like this on a regular basis. A few days of this and he wouldn’t be able to go home to run on cigarettes and caffeine.

He thought about going home. He’d have to contact Caleb, but what was next? What was he going to do with his life? He felt like he should do something new now, something constructive. But what was he good at? He could run a fortune telling place and interpret people’s dreams. He almost laughed out loud. Or he could do something with herbs…he could open an apothecary like he’d always wanted. He started to entertain funny thoughts, that strangely made him feel extremely happy. Him with a mortar and pestle at said imaginary apothecary, Izar coming home from a valiant day‘s work, then him cooking for him. It made him smile to himself, just to imagine his everyday life with Izar in it. He sat eating with one arm in his lap. Now he discreetly moved his hand to Izar’s knee and traced a heart there with his finger.

[izar]

((OOC: T'is tres delicious! ^__^))

"That's alright, dear," Izar's mother said with a soft smile. Izar grinned resisting the laughter that was building in the back of his throat. He felt his face redden and looked down at his food hiding behind his hair. Izar finally got himself back under control the n looked up beaming. "It is. He claims that he can beat me but with the wind on my side it'll never happen." He made a face at his father who only snorted and rolled his eyes. "He's so modest, too." His father said his voice dripping with sarcasm. Izar shook his head not having a retort ready. He glanced at Masinori to see how he would react. He wondered how Masinori would reach if he was in the air with him. Izar thought it over one last time. He was sure he wouldn't drop Masinori but he wanted to be sure of his own abilities.

Izar laughed then made a face at the whispered words. He scratched the back of his head nervously. He wasn't good with vehicles. He didn't trust them. He had actually never learned to drive. It was something that he absolutely refused to do. He hadn't even gotten his power then, maybe it was like a kind of feeling of what was to happen. "Well..." He paused his face speaking for him. "He's never been good with cars." His father said, "He used to cry." "D-dad!" Izar stuttered his face turning red again. Yeah, they were definitely ganging up on him. "Just because I don't like to be inside a metal box that moves!" He shot back trying to regain a little bit of his dignity. Masinori's comment about the food might have just saved Izar from further talk of cars. "I know, it's 'cause I made it." His mother smiled.

There was a faint whirring sound from above. His father made a face and he felt guilty. He had accidentally gotten his power out of control and it was spinning the fan like a top. He paused gathering himself and the fan slowed. He glanced over at Masinori, "So, you're coming along, right?" He said turning the conversation back to the race. He scrapped the plate with his fork for a moment getting the last of the krema that had stuck to the plate. A smile twitched on his lips when Masinori slipped his hand onto his knee. He felt the heart and shifted so that his hand rested on Masinori's. He risked a look at Masinori his silver eyes shinning like molten silver. Need's hilt had bumped the table making a slight thump. He wondered if that was his fault or if the sword was just reminding him that she was there. Sometimes he had his doubts about the blade.

[masinorimoriyama]

Masinori practically beamed when his father joked about him being modest. He actually was, with him at least. Masi was always giving him too many compliments. “He can be modest. But it is wonderful ability.” He said sympathizing with Izar. He loved that Izar could fly, it had always been his strongest desire. He wondered as the fan spun if he could lift something as heavy as him into the air. It filled him with a frightened sort of excitement, but he was too embarrassed to ask. How good was Izar’s ability anyway? He’d never thought to ask. He hadn’t even mastered every aspect of his own ability yet. He still wasn’t proficient at visiting people in their waking. “How good are you with Aer-o-kinesis?” Masinori asked, saying the first part slowly and the last part too fast. He never called it by it’s proper name before. He’d seen him do little things, and he’d seen him in the warehouse when he was going crazy, and that was quite impressive. But he didn’t know everything he was capable of.

“You don’t have to of course.” Masinori said, but I miss you every second you’re away from me, he thought, hoping his eyes said what his voice didn’t. "He used to cry." Izar burst out and blushed and Masinori just laughed lovingly and managed an, “Awwww.” Chibi Izar crying about getting into the car sounded cuter than a dozen baby kittens. Ten dozen even. Izar was not happy though. He looked from him to the ceiling fan a little apprehensively, but laughed slightly despite himself. “Hai, I mean yes. I can’t believe you really are going to race.” He saw Izar smile out of the corner of his eye at his little secret movement. He moved his hand to place it on Masinori’s, his hand burning in all the places that his touched, he took it and clasped it under the table. He looked at him now, and Masi felt like a dear in headlights looking into those eyes.

He hoped his parents weren’t weirded out by their relationship. They seemed to be comfortable with it. He wondered how obvious it was to them how he felt about him. Odille had noticed immediately, just seeing them for a moment. Masinori couldn’t exactly conceal his feelings, they sort of had a will of their own, but he tried to tone them down as much as he could around them. Sometimes he was even concerned that he’d scare Izar with the intensity of what he felt for him, but then it seemed to be mutual, which only made it worse. “Can I help with the dishes?” Masinori offered. His thumb moved back and forth over Izar’s as he held his hand. Worse meant that even getting up and having to let go of his love’s hand sent a twinge through his heart. The sword bumped the table and startled him briefly. He wondered about it. Izar even had a name for it, but he didn’t know much else. He usually had it on him at all times. There was so much to know about him, and he would be there to get to know it all. When he was unsure of his feelings, this nagged at him, but now it only caused him to look forward. “So you will race tonight?” Masinori asked.