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 Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 11:48 am
The Nozomi "S why are we here?" Patricks voice was confused as he was tugged into the teacher-aide store. It was filled with texts and corny posters, little games and flash cards - a teachers dream, really. With a discount! ...if you were a teacher. Yashi wasn't exactly a teacher (nor a student), but he had dragged his father there anyway.
The fox was crouched before a little ant-in-the-box set, yukata tugged tight around his knees and his chin on his legs. His fingertips rested on the floor, entire attention on the ants that could be but were not yet. "Mmm, Tousan?"
"Why are we HERE?"
"Ants." NinetailedNightmare Boring, they said. Her room was too boring.
Hm, yeah. Maybe so the students would look at the teacher and not the rest of the room? The room wasn't making them learn any less- those children were just lazy. Okay, so she had been known to nap in class, too, but that was different. She had a condition. She really didn't see why the school was complaining while test grades were still going strong, but she didn't argue.
The bell over the door jingled merrily as she entered, teacher's garb still on from earlier that day. Of course, the squid-spirit wasn't part of it- she'd had to go by Redd's to pick him up. Whether he was watched by Redd herself or one of the numerous intelligent animals in the house, she didn't know, nor did she care to. Neither did she care about how the sales clerk was adjusting her glasses to aim a death-ray stare of dissaproval towards the thing.
Decorations. Posters would probably do it... a couple of those 'READ' ones with the celebrities posing with the books. She could get three for a dollar.
As she walked along the ailse, adjusting the ghostling in the crook of her arm idly, she felt a brief wave of nostalgia. Where had she seen that black man before? Had she had a vision about him?
Xerksis was aware of the minds that surrounded him and squirmed as well as an almost-shapeless cloud of fog could, head turning this way and that. Unlike Kyo, he was not immeadiately interested in Patrick, though he did have a fully functioning brain that would be fine to leech off of. Instead, Xerk turned his head towards the white-haired child, remembering the colors of the only one who had been able to talk to him besides Kyo thusfar. It wasn't long before he had formed his test-image of a billow of purple smoke to shove towards the crouching kitsune.
Kyo almost muttered a sound of protest, but bit her tongue quickly. This was Xerk's custom of things and it usually ended up with little children crying or grown individuals weak at the knees. The boy just didn't understand that you couldn't just shove images at just anyone and expect them in kind. Really, though, he had learned it didn't always work -hadn't worked- on every bystander they passed. The woman didn't even try and cancel out the message, afraid of what it may do to the child when he wasn't even whole yet. If the kid got a headache, she'd fix it...
But who were they? They seemed familiar. Had she really dreamed them?
Then it hit her, finally. The first pair she had come into contact with at the HQ. Yashi had just grown... Now, what was that other man's name? Why did she have to be so groggy and have such a horrible memory? "Patrick?" The Nozomi Yashima was hit by the sudden wave of thought from that cloud of smoke he had formerly identified as a boy. Nw, it was true he still was, but he had grown as well as Yashi had. Where the fox had grown taller and gotten more hair then he knew what to do with, the little wand thing had become a baby ghost as he had once done. How fun! The picture that burrowed itself into his mind was un-practiced for and it caused the fox child to squeak and fall onto his side weakly. "What.."
His voice was a mumble, grumbly and more then a little irritated as his gold bangs were pushed from the side...and then his eyes widened, little red streaks disappearing under the look of disbelief. "Kuraiwatage~" The child cried out, fingers moving to pet happily at the fluffy piece of Mindflayer. "Hello, again! You're bigger."
Patrick, quite astounded by his now rather grumpy sons turn to a cheerful attitude, blinked a few times, glancing around to see if he could spot the cause of excitement. Sure, there was a wand but was there - "Hey, You with the wand." His memory was horrible, one hand moving up for a brief wave. "Hey." NinetailedNightmare Kyo had to pause and turn her head, taking in her surroundings. Was she in the wrong store? No... Silently thankfull for the man's lack of memory, Kyo nodded her head and made sure to keep her arm still. Not that it'd really hurt Xerk, nor was she really able to actually hold him. Still, if the wand slipped out of her hand, he was going down too.
"What are you two doing here?"
The Mindflayer turned over and seemed to sit up as it was petted, tentacles extending slowly in an attempt to copy the gesture. Bigger? A brief nod from the spirit, who was pleased that its message had been received without crying or groaning. Kyo pursed her lips silently. Wasn't the kid disturbed by him? There were certainly a couple people looking at it as if expecting her to tuck it away under her coat or something. The Nozomi "Yashi wanted to see the ant-sets." Patrick shrugged a little bit, watching hte kid with that little cloud-puff curiously. "He's gonna turn into a baby soon - just warning ya there. Yashi looked almost the same before he popped into a squealer." His head gave a sharp nod, eyes still on the two. "What's your name again? Sorry, with all the brats... I don't remember peoples names outside the family."
Yashi smiled a little as he was petted quietly, fingers still moving to give the boy-smog a happy little pet. "Do you have a name yet? Tousan named me when I was that big." He nodded firmly, fingers moving to tug gently at the ghost-tentacles. "It'll help not to just call you kurai watage." NinetailedNightmare "Ah.." Her eyes drifted to the said sets before she blinked. Popped into a squealer? That description amused her, but she did not allow it to show on her face. "It's Kyo, and it's fine. I often have trouble remembering even my family." And remembering the way home.. there were tons of things she forgot, so she wasn't able to angry. Not that she would be. What's in a name?
"His name is Xerksis," She informed Yashi, managing to make her features work so she could smile. That was the only one he gave a positive feeling on. As his tentacles were tugged, the ghostling wriggled and attempted to latch onto the fingers with its own, stubby hands. "I'm hoping he will grow soon. Is there some... ritual I've got to do?" The Nozomi "Well, you knew mine so I felt kind of bad." He shrugged a little bit, hands tucking into his pockets contemplatively. "So yeah.. Patrick and Yashi - ritual? Not that I knew of. I just got his room set up and POOF! Kid appeared." Another shrug, glancing over towards the two..things. "And if there WAS a ritual, I didn't know about it."
"I felt like he wanted me." Yashi shrugged, mimicing his father and he smiled at Xerksis. "Like I was safe and had a family to be born to. Maybe that's what he needs. To be safe?" NinetailedNightmare Kyo shook her head dismissively, lifting one shoulder. "It's fine..." She nodded to the mention of the room and whatnot. "Well, I'll give him his own room when he's a little older, but I set up a spot for him in my room so I can be close." Her dark blue eyes lowered to the child in her arms.
"I do want him." She said softly, but firmly. Xerksis tilted his head slightly, as if attentive. His tentacles gave Yashi's fingers one last brushing before he seemed to get bored and sink off, back into Kyo's cradling arm.
Safe? Well, she did have one particularly disagreeable son, but there was no way she'd allow him to damage the child. "I would defend him even it came to sacraficing my own safety. That is what mothers do for their children."
And most of their family had met Xerk. Had he not liked them?
She was about to drift into thought when a sudden flare sent spots swimming before her eyes. The salesclerk who had been watching them closely up till now shrieked, running to fetch a fire-hydrant. That crazy woman had brought in a bomb! She'd heard about those crazy terrorists! Why this store? WHY?!
Kyo nearly fainted upon seeing Xerk light up that way. Was he really going to explode? What had she done wrong- And then there was smoke, lots of purple steam smoking up where Xerk had once began. She couldn't feel him anymore! Just about the time she was going to stick her hand in and feel around for anything, a gentle weight settled on her arm... and the sprinkler system came on.
The smoke was thick, but it dispersed when the water came raining down quickly enough. People that hadn't squealed in the store before did now. Kyo, however, ignored the water to bat a hand at the smoke over her arm.
The babe laying her was as naked as any child from the womb could be, although pale-skinned and bald. Well, bald wouldn't really quite cover it, seeing as a group of definite purple bangs were sprouting from his hairline. Other than that, though, his head was bare. The infant's eyes were closed tightly, and his face was a bit scrunched in displeasure from the foreign substance hitting him. Kyo was quick to shrug off her coat from the arm that was free, attempting to cover him.
"Xerk...sis?"
The eyes suddenly snapped open, and Kyo drew in a breath. He was blind... Or at least, he didn't have pupils. And yet the yellow irises darted to the corners of their cages, taking in the room or at least pretending to. The sprinklers cut off abruptly, and the salesclerk was back, glaring.
"Excuse me, ma'am, I'm going to need you to leave if you are going to disturb the other customers." The Nozomi "Hey, ******** off." Patricks voice was short and snappish, leveling a a black and red glare onto the glaring cashier. While it might not have been the most prudent statement to give the cashier, he felt he was justified, given that a child was just birthed in the damn store. "It wasn't her fault. Something just happened. Deal with it. Water doesn't kill, you know."
"Unless you're the Wicked Witch." Yashima piped up, eyes wide as he stared at the new naked thing. It was pale and squirmy... The fox dipped down to pick up the wand. Once the black think was in his grip, yashi stood up on his tiptoes to peer at Xerk, daring to even TOUCH Kyo with his shoulder to get a better look. "Can I hold him? I'll be careful. Tousan showed me how." Grumpy as he may have been initially, when fronted with a boy, Yashi didn't appear to be so very snarky.
"Please?" NinetailedNightmare Kyo was still mouthing air as if trying to say something, much like a fish out of water. The baby in her arms finished the once-over of the room and then stared up at Kyo, cheeks puffing up and eyes narrowing in a cranky sort of expression. He was cold! And couldn't she pick a better place for him to have been born?
The cashier returned the stare before going back to whatever she was before, though her fingers lingered suspiciously close to the phone on the counter. As if she were really going to call the police on two people and their children.
"...Alright, Yashima." Kyo replied, nodding. The boy seemed calm enough, and Xerk had taken a liking to him earlier. However, when she tried to take the baby away from her chest, his stubby fingers shot out and grabbed her shirt. A small grumbling growl wafted from him, obviously protesting her decision at taking him away from her. "It's okay, Xerksis. You like Yashi. Yashi wants to hold you."
The boy protested still, sucking in breath in preperation to scream until he was placed before Yashi. Then he just puffed and reached out expectantly. Someone better hold him... or else. The Nozomi Yashima hesitated as he took the boy in his arms, small appendages wrapping around Xerk firmly. "Hi there." He spoke to the child as he would an adult, staring down at him with those wide fox eyes. Fingertips moved to pet at his cheek, lips twisting into a snicker. "You know, babies aren't SUPPOSED to be bald." Not in his experiance, anyway. The ears of the boy pricked foreward, moving to sit on the ground near the ants, legs crossed and fabric taunt against his lap with the pressure of his knees. "Xerksis. Hi. I'm Yashi. Can you say Yashi?"
Patricks eyebrows arched, head tilting to study the little squid. "...so. he's a squid? Or something with...rubbery looking purple hair?" His nose wrinkles, "He's ugly. But. Okay. Squid-thing and a Japanese girly boy. Can we say - wait. No. They're kids. s**t." NinetailedNightmare Xerk clenched at the fabric of Yashima's yukata with the same, slightly digruntled look. His eyes followed the pat to the cheek quietly, but he made no move to stop it. Yashi. And who? The pupiless eyes moved towards Patrick while his mouth garbled nonsense. Kyo was watching closely, for any signs of irregularity.
"Actually, Yashi, there are a lot of babies born bald. Some have hair, too, but it may all fall out and grow in a different color." She tried to ignore the comment about Xerk being ugly, frowning a little while digging around in the bag she had at her hip. "He's... a Mindflayer. Here."
A book was produced and flipped open to a marked page. Inside, there was a clear, large picture of an Illithid clad in robes and adorned in bone-based jewlery. She held it out for Patrick to see.
Ugly? Xerkis is...? The baby questioned. Bad? The Nozomi Patrick found nothing wrong with the other being ugly - he was sure his own kids were going to be scrunched and hideous themselves, and he didn't much mind. "A mindflayer." The dark man shuddered slightly, peering at the baby once more. "...well, you're a good sight better looking then what you used to be, kiddo. At least there are no bone-things in sight, yeah?"
"Yashi and that is my 'tousan, Patrick." He spokes carefully and slow, watching the baby with fascination. This was the first baby he had HELD... Zah had been HIS size the last time they'd met... this was new and different to the fox. At the question of Xerk being bad and ugly, though, his tousan was shot an irritated look, fingers moving to pet at the tentacle/hair bits, head shaking. "Not bad. Not ugly. Just new." He nodded firmly. "New things are different looking. I like how you look. Purple is my favorite color." NinetailedNightmare The teacher lifted the wand for Patrick to see the tiny skull at the end. "No bones... not in my home." She replied, closing the book easily before putting it back in her bag. She looked down at her child again and bit her lip quietly. At least he no longer looked like squid, and he wasn't all that ugly. Not to her, at least. It wasn't as if he'd always be like this... she hoped.
Tousan. Yours. The baby made soft murmurs to himself, settling into the boy's arms and yawning. New and purple. A hand was lifted before his eyes so he could see. White. His eyes settled on Kyo, whom stood above them. Mine. 'Mother'. Always sleepy, mother.... Where? Where were they? What was this strange place? A small shiver coursed through him from the air, and the child looked shocked at it. He'd never felt temperatures before as a whisp. Now he had... skin. The Nozomi "You'd be surprised what ends up in your house after the kiddlets decide to pop up with their own interests. I have half-dead grasshppers covered in chocolate around mine." His head shook lightly, lips twisting into an amused look. "He'll get some hair eventually, yeah?"
"A store. By ants." Yashima nodded, petting still at the little purple stubblies, lips quirking int a grin. "Outside." Another nod and he leaned back, against the wall, eyeing the naked baby boy. "You need clothes. it'll stop being cold when you get clothes." NinetailedNightmare "Oh, I've seen enough, I think." Kyo smiled, not going to emphasize on what she meant. "Grasshoppers? Wow..." She didn't like insects, but she was getting used to them, seeing as one of her sons brought something wild in every day and one of her grandsons was actually a spider. Eating them, though? She didn't know whether she wanted to be grossed out or amused more. "Hm... He probably will. All the bald children I've seen have."
Xerk seemed content with the answers given, but he still squirmed. Clothes. Mother, clothes now. He trained his eyes in an expectant stare to Kyo, who slowly spared them a glance. "I really should get him home before he gets sick. His immune system should be exceptionally low now..." The brunette leaned over towards, reaching out a hand to run over the crown of Xerk's bare head. The Nozomi "I hope so. Kids can't live on looks alone." He shook his head, moving to take Yashis shoulder, voice light, "Come on, Yashi... stand up. Give Xerk back to his mom... we should get home."
"But.." Yashi faltered, lower lip poking out into a pout before he offered the baby carefully back to Kyo. "I like him. His eyes are interesting." He nodded a little, chewing at the inside of his mouth. "He's purple." NinetailedNightmare "Don't worry, Yashi," Kyo said softly as she took him into her arms and continued to wrap him within her cloat. Thank God for cotton. "You'll get to see him again; I promise. I think he likes you too." She craddled boy to her chest, allowing him to latch onto her shirt. "Now that he's grown, I can take him out more. We'll come visit the big head-quarters on the weekends, maybe. And if I'm not with him, someone else will be." Though it'd most likely be her.
Xerksis huffed up at her quietly before he turned his pupiless gaze on Yashi and Patrick. Bye, Yashi. One hand waved slightly in a gesture he'd seen earlier. Kyo didn't dare to try and buy any of the posters- she'd have Kaze and his spider make some decorations when they got home. With a small wave of her own towards the two, she made her way out, ignoring the dirty look put to her back.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 1:09 pm
Dear...journal thing.
Papa gave you to me today. He said that writing down my thoughts would be good for me and that I need somewhere to say things I didn't want to say outloud anyway.
I say whatever I think, so I don't see the point in writing it anyway. But he said to.
I dont like the idea that I was someone else before I was me. I don't like the fact that whoever I was is now affecting who and what I am now. I LIKE my ears and my tails but I don't want them to be there just because of something that happened in a time I can't remember.
Kay scares me even more now. She's bigger. She tries to touch me. Pushy. But I met Xerk finally - he went baby right when I was there! He was bald and pretty, with these little cute purple things. I hope to see him again.
Then there was Zawsaw. Zawsaw was fun and snuggly - he liked to eat my tail. But he was warm, so it was okay.
I wonder if he's grown.
I'd like them to be my friends. I LIKE friends and most wands..but not that one wand. Stupid owner. Yelling at me 'cause I didn't know something. Papa just had TWO babies with ears and tails like that. I wouldn't insult them.
...they DO cry a lot, though.
-Yashima
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 4:26 pm
Makana made her way to the door, followed by Trio, who kept an eye on her as the kitten lifted one paw to knock on the door. Mouse was settled in her front pocket, looking around curiously at all the new sights. His tiny eyes were searching intently for any sign of candy.
While the White household carried many kinds of candy, most of it was geered towards the lder children - namely, Iamel. The woodpecker-esque child liked his chocolate covered bugs and Akilah shared the enjoyment.
Yashima, luckily, was the one who answered the door. There was an ebony child clutching onto his leg, looking up at the two newcomers suspiciously. The fox, however, just flicked his tail slightly, lips quirking into a mild smile. He had changed from before but he wasn't being mean to them, at least. "Hi. You came."
Makana smiled back softly, eyes flicking around curiously. She wasn't quite sure what to say to that beyond, "Yeah," so she left it at that, waiting for him to step back and let her in. Behind her, Trio nodded to Yashima with a small smile of her own.
"Hello again."
"Is it them, Yashi?" Patricks voice carried through the house, making his son glance back. The dark man appeared, head popping around the corner, a baby on each hip. He grinned when he saw them, giving a nod. "Let them in, Yashi... Just don't step on Kian, alright?"
The fox hopped back and his smaller brother moved off akwardly, reptiliane tail swinging behind him. "Want something to eat, Makana?" She was a girl he liked - she was like Akilah, physically, mostly. That didn't m ake her a GIRL girl...that made her something not Kay. Something not scary. "I can make a sandwhich."
Makana shook her head, ears flicking about at all the different sounds. It WAS very similar to her own home, all sorts of sounds from all sorts of directions. She stood near the door, paws clasped in front of her as she watched him. "I'm not hungry, thank you."
Trio nodded in quiet approval at the manners, then grinned at Patrick. "Thanks for inviting us." She eyed the kids, then chuckled. "Your home looks kinda like ours."
"You're not? Okay." Yashima hesitated a little b it, chewing at his lower lip. He didn't know how to handle a girl as quiet as he was! "Uhm." His tousans eyes on him made his ears twitch, slightly, "Would you like to go see my room?"
Patrick was amused to the complete and utter max of his ability. His son was being Polite. He wasn't scowling, yelling, pouting or calling anyone rude names. It was, in his eyes, a minor miracle. "Really? I'll take that as a compliment... Sorry this place is a mess. Kiddlings make it hard."
Makana nodded, smiling a little. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask if it was quieter there, but manners drummed into her by her mother stilled her tongue just before it tumbled out. "Yes," she said instead, as Mouse squirmed in her pocket. He smelled chocolate!
Trio grinned, waving a hand. "I understand completely. Don't apologise to me. Just be prepared for my place to look the same."
"It's this way." He nods towards one of the hallways, moving towards their slowly. "If you see little kids running around, ignore them. They just runn around... Kian's the only angry one, really. Iamel keeps them in line." The fox glanced back to her before sliding into his little bedroom. It was small, but it was his. The room was a dark blue with paper lanturns everywhere, little dolls on their shelves and a closet hanging his neatly-made clothing. Books were scattered and his journal was half-peeking from under his pillows. "....do you like dolls?"
"Trust me, I won't judge you harshly." He grinned, shoulders rising in a shrug. The white-haired panther child squealed and clutched onto the dark man. "Would you like something to drink? I was about to feed the latest spawn and...well, we have a lot to drink."
Makana nodded slowly, moving to look at the shelves curiously for a moment, before books caught her eye instead. "They're neat, like little people. But I don't see many like me," she added after a moment, with a soft shrug. "Most look more like mama." She knelt down, picking up one of the books to peer at the cover.
"Something to drink would be wonderful, thank you. Is there anything I can do to help?" Trio asked in turn, chuckling softly at the child.
"Then we can make one that looks like you." Yashima looked at her curiously, head tilting to the side. "I don' know how to sew really well yet but Gram'ma's teaching me. We can try." He paused, moving to pat at one of his geisha dolls. "Like Keelah too."
"Make sure no one tries to eat anyone else?" He suggested, moving back to the kitchen. "We have a no-caniballism rule, see, but with different species and such running around...What would you like? We have juice, coffee, water, soda...anything except cranberry juice. Allergies."
Makana looked up from the book cover in surprise, her head tilting to him. "You make them?" she asked, eyes growing wide. "Really?"
Trio snickered at that. "Yeah, we have something of a similar nature in our house. Coffee would be MOST welcome, if you have some handy. If not, water or soda will do?"
"I can try." The foxs face ducked a little bit, ears pricking upwards. "I mean... I tried making Kashi a dress and it turned out okay... and I have books on how to..try.."
"Coffee and soda is much loved when there's a screaming child demanding food or something at three AM." He agreed, manuvering to put the children in their proper high-chair placements. Tail grabbing commenced and they promptly forgot they were no longer the center of attention. "Made just an hour ago - that alright?"
Makana smiled shyly, moving to sit on a corner of his bed, the book still in hand, though she was obviously distracted from it. "I'd like that," she admitted, ears perking a little. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Uhm..." His head tilted to the side, tail twitching a little bit. "Mmm... If you want to read, you can. You don't have to help. I'll just ask you for colors and stuff and you can read and...and yeah."
Makana blinked a little more, leaning forward. "You were going to do it now?" she asked in surprise, then yelped as Mouse finally squirmed free of her pocket and hopped down into hastily lifted hands.
"Well, I have the books and I have you so... I figure why not?" His smile was a little shy, moving to the lower drawer of his dresser. "You wanted one that looks like you, right?"
Slowly she nodded, half-distracted by the little kinoko who seemed determined to go off in search of candy. "Um..."
"I don't have any in my room." The foxes voioce was distant, nose almost buried in his drawer. It was chock full of fabrics and half-done, childishly sewn products. He would sew, but he was no professional - he was just a kid, after all. "The only candy in the house is for Keela and Iamel - it's bugs."
"Mama should have something," she said, then squeaked as Mouse finally wriggled free and fell to the floor, stunned for a moment. "I don't think he'd mind bugs - he eats dirt, after all, but I wouldn't want to take their candy away."
"Iamel wouldn't care. He's like another Tousan, but shorter then me." Yashi grinned roughly, glancing over and pausing when he caught sight of Mouse. "Is he ok?"
About then, Mouse shook off the stunned moment and toddled forward, toward Yashima. Makana blinked, dropping down to follow him carefully. "He seems fine. He's not usually this squirmy, but I forgot his peppermints," she admitted, her tail waving. It almost seemed as though she was stalking him.
Yashima sat back on his heels, watching the kitten trail after Mouse like a predator. He grinned faintly, head tilting to the side and watched at the younger girl. "Peppermints a re good."
"They are," she agreed, beginning to grin. "He thinks he's on the trail of... Oh! That," she said, pointing to a brightly-colored button not far away. "It must look like candy to him."
"Oh...my button? You can have it, Mouse..." He leaned over and grabbed the button off the floor and offered it to the little mushroom creature. "If you'd like to."
The kinoko perked up, taking the button and immediately lifting it to his mouth to gnaw. Makana winced, and a moment later, the kinoko had the button back out of his mouth, examining it carefully before peering up at Yashima with a blankly confused expression.
"Sorry?" The little fox offered, leaning down to go nose-to-nose with the kinoko, tail wrapping around his leg. "I don't have any candy."
Makana watched, smiling at the display. "He can wait. He's just used to having some," she said, waiting until Yashima was done before gathering Mouse and his confusing button up to tuck back in her pocket. "Thank you for the button."
"Doesn't he get fat? Tousan got fat and he said the candy wasn't helping." He grinned a little, watching the two of him. "Sok. I like buttons. They're all different, no matter what anyone says."
"I don't know. He seems rather big for a mushroom, but he doesn't seem unhappy," Makana frowned at the thought, curling up near Yashima and looking down at her pocket. "Do you think he looks fat?"
"Not to me, nope." He studied the little mushroom hidden in Makana's pocket, head cocking a l ittle to the side. "He looks like a mushroom."
"I think that's what he's supposed to look like," Makana said. "Mama has two more, and they both look about like this, except one has a really BIG top on his head."
"My tousan eats mushrooms?" He offered as a lame way to compare himself, "But not 'live ones like Mouse. He doesn't like things that were 'live."
Makana nodded, watching him. "Mama eats them, too... but never in front of Mouse. He gets twitchy. Will you show me what you're doing?"
"I haven't done anything yet... Mouse distracted me." A faint smile and he sat back on his heels. The next book he grabbed was one about a bunch of instructions on how to..sew. What a masculine little boy he was. "What kind do you want?"
She blinked, frowning a little at him. "What kinds are there?" she asked after a moment.
"Different kinds. You and Keelah kinds, my kinds, geisha kinds... I've been trying to learn, so new kinds might help." He paused b efore handing her the book, and grinned. "Pick one?"
She blinked at the various dolls displayed, looking up at him with a slightly lost expression before settling in to peruse. The geisha were awfully pretty, but... she NEVER wore anything like that. "What are your kinds?"
"Kinda with just a tail and some ears." He shrugs, glancing up at her with a little grin. "Not too different from geisha-types or anything."
"You dress kinda like a geisha, don't you?" she asked innocently.
"Not pretty or calm enough to BE a geisha...but I try sometimes." He nods a little bit, cheeks actually flushing slightly. "And I'm not a girl... I just.. I mean." The boy faltered, chewing at the inside of his mouth, "I like being pretty sometimes."
She looked confused. "You have to be a girl to be a geisha?" she asked, peering down at the picture again. Now that he mentioned it, they DID all look kinda female. Then again, her sister Theo kinda looked like a boy, so...
"Yeah-huh. Boy geisha's don't exist. There are just pretty boys in yukata's. We get looked at weird if we wear a full out geisha kimonos." His cheeks were still red but..
Makana frowned deeply. "But that's not fair!"
The golden eyes blinked a few times at her, head tilting up and then to the side. "Not fair?"
"Mama always tells me that I can be anything I want to," Makana explained, still frowning. "So why can't you be a geisha? It's not fair."
"Cause I'm not a girl?" Yashima offered, ears flicking. "An' I haven't b een in classes for it since I was little. Like. Kian little."
Makana's ears laid flat at his reasoning. "Why would it matter if you're a girl?"
"Because....only...I..." He whined a little, reaching up to tug at his ear. "Well, I mean, girls can't...uhm...I..."
"Can't what?" Makana asked expectantly, eyebrows raising in challenge. She may be shy, but she didn't like being told she couldn't do something.
His own ears laid flat back, voice still tapered to an almost-whine, "I don't know. Touch me? I just can't be a girl."
Now looking thoroughly confused, Makana whimpered slightly. "But why do you have to be a girl to be what you want to?"
"I dunno...it' just what...what they do." He chewed at his lower lip in a slightly frustrated manner, one ear giving a faint flick. "They just are always girls. I've never heard of a boy geisha."
Well! Never heard and can't be were two entirely different things in young Makana's mind. "So you can be the first," she said, ears finally coming back up as a relieved smile settled onto her face.
She was satisfied. It was better to agree now. He smiled thinly at that, hand moving to tug at his ear again with a laugh. "Okay. I'll be the first."
She didn't quite like his smile, so she smiled back gently. "You're like me, you know," she told him.
Yashi's smiles usually weren't all that pretty. He shrugged a little and gave the girl a crooked grin. "I'm like you? How?"
"Mama says I can do anything if I really want to. You can, too. It's simple as that," she said, then tilted her head. "Can I have a different doll?"
"My tousan doesn't say that." He smiled a little bit at that, nose wirnkling. "Sure. What kind of doll do you want?"
Makana hesitated briefly. "I think Mama's right." Another pause, and then she looked at her hands. "Can I have a Yashima doll?"
"I think she might be," He agreed with her easily enough and blinked at the request. "I...well, only if I can have a makana doll."
Makana blinked, looking up at him in surprise. "You'd want one?"
Yashima smiled - it was a real smile, a rare expression from the usually grumpy fox. "Why shouldn't I?"
Not really sure how to answer without insulting herself - something her mother did NOT like to hear - Makana simply smiled back shyly. "Okay. How do you make them?"
"Like this.." The book was reopened and he flipped through a few pages, staring at the text for a minute. "We need material." He pointed to his drawer. "I have stuff in there but I couldn't find Makana-color."
"Can I look?" Makana asked, moving to the drawer.
"Uh-huh...it's just a lot of fabric scraps." He shrugged a little, flipping another page or two.
Makana knelt at the drawer, digging through the fabric curiously. Maybe she could find one that was close.
Yashi started to find his things - scissors and a thread and needle, humming under his breth happily.
It was quite a while before she emerged from the drawer, clutching a piece of rust-red fabric with a squarish pattern all over it in darker brown. "Yashima?"
He glanced up from where he was collecting yarn, head tilting to the side once more. "Yeah?"
"Would this do?" she asked, holding out the material for him to inspect. "It's kinda the color of my fur."
The fox peeked down at the fabric and his eyebrows rose upwards. "Okay~ It looks good to me. Could you find one for me?"
Makana nodded, beaming. "It's gonna make me look a little like a leopard, with square spots," she said, as she went digging through the drawer again cheerfully. Hadn't she seen some good fabric for him nearer the top?
"That's okay," Another shy little smile from him, head bowing to continue finding that elusive yard, head close to the ground. "Nthing wrong with leopards."
"They're strong," Makana said, finally setting out some fabric for Yashima. "Should I find something for your dress, too?" she asked.
"Strength is always a good thing." His voice was quieter at that... yashi knew he wasn't particularily strong amongst all of his siblings but.. he admired strength. "Sure. Make sure it's blue or purple?"
Makana nodded, digging until she came up with material of each, holding both out to him. "Is this good?" she asked, looking at him curiously.
Another glance up and he grinned, tail swishing back and forth. "They're good. Anything for your clothes?"
"Umm... maybe I can find some good reds or golds," she suggested, with a shy smile before diving back into the drawer.
"Do you like red and gold?" His voice is curious, sitting back on his heels with a smile
Makana nodded as she searched. "And browns. Mama calls them 'warm colors'. It's almost the opposite of Annora." She paused then, tilting her head before peering back at him. "I guess I'm really the opposite of her, aren't I?" she asked, as though he'd have ANY idea what she was talking about.
"Annora?" He paused a little bit, eyebrows arching curiously. "Who's Annora?"
"She's my sister," Makana said, withdrawing slightly, her eyes dropping. "She's...," she started, then trailed off, frowning. How, exactly, did one describe Annora? "She's a siren."
"Like in the books iamel reads?" He blinked a little bit, nose wrinkling up. "They didn't seem verynice. Is your sister nice?"
Makana nodded, looking surprised. "She protects Etain. That's my other sister. She's a sylph," Makana explained. "And she sings REALLY well, but she's taking lessons to get better."
"Oh." The fox blinked again and drew his knees up to his chest, chewing at his lower lip. "She sounds nice." Nodding a little bit more, his toes wriggled. "SO you have a sylph, a mommy, a siren, and a Fourth Wall kitty. Your family is interesting."
Makana grinned softly at that. "There's also Nico - he's a rabbit. And... Kikuei. He's sort of like a bird. And Bran, who's got wings, and Zi Zhi, who's this kinda wispy thing that Mom's not real sure what she'll become. And Theo. She's quiet, like me, so people kinda forget she's around."
"I like quiet." He shrugs a little bit, lips quirking into a smile. "Quiet is better thenloud."
Makana's smile softened and warmed, something in her relaxing. "It's hard for Annora to be quiet."
The fox reached over, taking the chosen scraps of fabric and they were laid down on the ground. "Then it's probably a good thing I met you at the mall that day and not her, huh?"
Did he just make a joke? The media thinks so!
Makana considered that for a long time. "I... don't know. Anyone who meets Annora seems to like her," she said, but there was definitely a hint of pleasure at the thought of being liked OVER the siren.
"Nn." He shrugged, reaching under the bed to snag a half-used bag of cotton. "Keelah would like her, if she's loud and makes nice noises. But I wouldn't."
"Never?" Makana had to ask. The thought impressed and bewildered her equally.
Yashi paused a moment, hand frozen inside the bag. "I haven't lived forever yet. But I live with 'Kilah and I don't like HIS noise yet."
Makana watched him for a long moment. "You're nice, though. I think she'd probably like you."
His hands moved again, pulling out some stuffing and humming under his breth again. "Maybe. People tell me I'm rude though."
"You?!" How on Gaia was THAT possible? "But you're so nice!"
"To you." WAs all he said, leaning over to peer at a sketch in the book.
"...Only to me?" Makana blinked.
"Uhm...." The foxes ears twitched again, this time in contemplation. "Well... you and Zah - he's a drow! - and Xerk... i was there when he grew.. Uhm. Tousan. You're the only girl I'm nice to."
Makana was, by nature, curious, and leaned forward a little, fabric forgotten. "Why aren't you nice to others, though? Would you be mean to my mama?"
"I mostly ignore your momma." He paused in his little trek to make the dolls, eyes going back to Makana. "I'm only mean when people are mean first."
"Mama's nice," she offered, with a soft smile. "And she cuddles well." That seemed to please the little abyssinian.
"But she's your momma," He grinned a little bit, "And I'm glad she cuddles well, but I don't have a momma. I have my tousan. I don't ignore him."
"What does that mean, anyway? What is a tousan?"
"What does momma mean?" Yashima shrugged, looking down at the cloth. "He's my momma, but a boy. So he has a different name. Tousan."
"Sounds kinda like Shiro. I call him my dad," Makana offered. "Maybe tousan is like dad?"
"That's what he said I should call Mordread." Yashi nodded a little b it, chewing at his lower lip. "But I don't know...It feels weird."
"Why?" Makana asked, finally remembering to look for the reds and golds for her own doll's clothing.
"I don't know."Another shrug - he seemed to be doing a lot of that lately - and he went back to tugging out some stuffing.
She nodded, accepting the words for what they were. "When Mama and Shiro married, we'd already gotten used to calling Shiro dad." She paused at that, recanting. "Except for Kikuei. He calls mama Trio and Shiro just Shiro."
"Iamel calls Tousan Shiniee and Mordread.....he calls Mordread a bad word." Yashi coughed a little at that, "But Tousan doesn't want to marry Mordread."
"Why does he call Mordread a bad word?" Makana blinked at the idea.
"He didn't like him when Tousan first met him. So he called him a bad name." The fox sat back on his heels, beaming at the little scritches he made on the fabric to indicate where he would cut later. "And he hasn't stopped, even though now he likes him enugh."
Makana considered that for a while, then asked curiously, "Does Mordread mind very much?"
"Not anymore." Yashima grabbed at his scissors, grinning a little, "He's gotten used to it, I guess."
Makana tried to understand that before shrugging. "I think people calling me names would make me unhappy. Mordread must be very different."
"He's weird." The fox paused, shrugging a little. "But Iamel doesn't really care what people think. He says it anyway."
Makana peered at Yashima, holding out two swatches of cloth. "Would he call me bad names?"
"I wouldn't let him. And you aren't trying to take Tousan away from him - that's what he saw Mordread as. Trying to take Tousan away."
"You wouldn't?" Makana asked softly, smiling shyly at the words. "Thank you."
"Not a problem," He smiled back, briefly, and started cutting at the fabric. "Do you want glasses on your doll?"
"Can you do that?" she asked, reaching up to adjust her own glasses slightly self-consciously.
"I can try? It just takes some really small scissors, right?" Yashi leaned over to study her glasses closer, head shaking a little with a soft laugh. "I can find fabric for that. Make them hard with some clear glue."
Enchanted at the idea, Makana pulled her glasses off, blinking owlishly for a moment before passing them to him to examine. "Does this help?"
"Can you see without them?" He blinked as well, grinning a little and leaning over to pluck a suitable colored scrap of fabric from the pile of his own.
"Not very well," she admitted, shrugging. "But I can go without for a while, if it helps."
"Neither can my Tousan. He says his shoulders are it." Yashi grinned, quickly scritching out a crude little thing on the cloth with his pen and passing the pen back.
"His shoulders?" Makana asked, not understanding the phrase.
"Mmmhmm. He takes off his glasses and can't see past his shoulders."
"Oh!" Makana laughed. "I'm not that bad. I can see to," she held her hands out and slowly drew them forward and backward for a moment before settling on a place with them fairly far stretched, "here."
"That's not too bad. At least you can still read, right?" Blinking a little, he grinned and shrugged. "The glasses are cute, anyway."
She blinked at that, then grinned back. "I like them," she admitted. "It's kinda like I'm a little different when I wear them. Like a costume."
"That's why I like the yukatas," He agreed, grabbing his thread and needle and tried, in the determined manner of children, to thread it.
The dangling string caught Makana's attention, and without thinking, she reached out to bat at it with a laugh. "Because they're a costume?"
He jumped a little at the batting, eyes widened. "I forgot... you're a kitten." The fox grinned, taking some string and dangling it before her, making it wriggle a little more. "Yes. because it hides me."
Makana purred softly, eyes alight as she tried to catch the string, a wide smile on her face. "I can see you," she said distractedly, not looking at HIM in the slightest with all the fun string about.
He smiled faintly, keeping the string dangling, just out of reach of the kitten. "I'm not hiding right now. One day, though, I'll hide all the time. I like it."
That stilled her, and she looked at him with hesitant eyes. "Even from me?"
Yashima just grinned, "I thought you could see me?"
She eyed him almost warily. "But you said you weren't hiding."
"Well, then.." The fox leaned over to straighten her glasses, just a little, lips quirking into a smile. "If you promise to stay a girl I won't be afraid of, I promise to let you see me."
Makana froze at his approach, staying still while he fixed her glasses. After listening carefully to his offer, she thought for a silent minute before extending one paw, her claws showing. "Do these scare you?"
The boy grinned. His teeth were getting sharper then they had been previously...his nails were growing out too. "I live with a hyperactive meerkat and a bloodthirsty alien, Makana. Unless you were angry enough at me to smack me with those out, then no. I'm not."
"I'd never!" she protested, horrified at the thought.
Yashi grinned again, the expression crooked on his pretty face. "Exactly.u"
"So... if I never do that, you won't be scared of me?" she asked, to make sure she understood.
"Why do you think I'd be scared of you?" He frowned a little bit.
"Because you said that as long as I didn't scare you, you wouldn't hide from me," Makana pointed out.
"...oh." He blinked at that, sitting back on his heels. Small shoulders rose up in a shrug when he thought about that and Yashi tugged at the hem of his yukata. "Girls scare me."
"Why?" Makana asked, reaching out to gather up the thread he'd dropped.
"I don't know." Yashi didn't even notice the fallen string; he had been concentrating more on his own thoughts. "You know where the hairs rise in the back of your neck and you just... you want to pull away and hide somewhere?"
Makana nodded, peering at the string rather than him. "I usually stay in the library when that happens."
"I usually just hide." His smile was faint, but it was a smile anyway.
"But I don't make your hairs do that, right?" she asked quietly.
"Nope." The fox tilted his head b ack with a slight laugh. "It's why I said I wouldn't hide."
She relaxed at that, nodding a little. "I'll try hard to make sure I don't ever scare you," she promised.
Yashima smiled at her faintly befre he finally moved back to the cuttings and the not-quite-made-dolls. "I know."
Makana watched him for a moment, then moved to sit beside him so she could watch without being in the way. "You're my friend," she noted softly.
That had caught him by surprise. The fox glanced up, face written into an expression of confusion before he offered a shy smile in return. "And you're mine." A pause, "Right?"
She nodded happily, a faint purr still coming from her. "Right," she agreed firmly.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 5:48 pm
Journal.
I can't do this anymore.
I seriously ******** can't.
Everything kind of piled up and I felt like I was in a dream world - a lover? KIDS? Lots of kids? BIOLOGICAL kids? What the ******** is wrong with me?
Where did my entire world go?
This isn't a twisted version of post-pardum or anything, journal. This is me trying to figure out what went wrong in my life - why things are now the way they are.
I wasn't meant to be a parent - Iamel is so much better at it then I am, despite teaching them bad words or trying to blow up snakes, and he's only a little kid. Mordread has taken to it like a fish to water...
But me?
I don't know what the ******** I'm doing.
I curse, I drink and I smoke. I talk about sex, I'm as queer as they come and, ******** hell, I don't want to love anyone.
I adore Mordread. Yeah.. I love him? I mean... I don't know. I love him in the way one shouldn't love a lover. The sex is great and we get along like the best of friends but I don't.. I mean, I DO love him. But ******** out of here, Journal. I may be back for you and a brat or two later but...
I have to ******** get out of here.
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Patrick slammed his journal shut and stood. The house was noisy with children, screaming and with laughter, the clean air closing in around him like a vice of wet wool.
He shuddered and grabbed at his wallet. The package of cigarettes followed and his sunglasses. When Iamel glanced up from his book and gave his father a curious look, Patrick just shrugged.
Patrick walked out while lighting up a cigarette, striding down the street. He wasn't going to be back anytime soon.((This is NOT a hiatus notice. This is Patrick trying to sort out his thoughts and make some major life desicions, etc, etc. The kids will be active but Patrick will NOT be avaliable for RP or anything for a while.))
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 4:52 pm
You find a pretty gold and white invitation stuck in your mailbox - obviously done from the headquarters. It reads: 
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 8:47 pm
Journal.
tousan is gone.
the girl invited me to her house for a PARTY.
With TOusan GONE.
i don't WANT to go. The only way I'd go was if Zah was there and I don't kno how to talk to Zah without tousana dn without tousan we don't know how to do ANYTHING all that's left is Iamel.
He cooks and cleans and makes sure we're okay but he isn't TOUSAN. He is big brother. Big Brother isn't supposed to do that. Even Cat thing is useless. He cries and mopes or he's happy and doesn't do anything. Lies there, like a brick.
useless, useless.
Did tousan leave because I was mean? I can stop being mean. I just want him back. I miss my tousan.
...I really miss him.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 8:50 pm
Tousan is BACK NinetailedNightmare The main room of the GoTP was alive with noise, but certainly not of the good sort. No, the noise was not music being played too loud, nor was a video game at a particularly gruesome part. Not quite. The explosive screech that rippled through the once-quiet haven of the 'wand shop' belonged to a little ball of flesh no larger than a watermelon. A small, square pin was set up in the center of the sitting room, walls made of a soft white mesh material. The source of such a horrid sound was in this.
The bald infant had thrown himself in a dramatic heap atop a black, dog-shaped plush and was heaving with sobs caused only by the exertion caused. A dark-haired young woman sat adjacent from the child in a rather stiff-looking chair, her navy-eyed stare cast down to a stack of notebook paper in her lap. She seemed to take no notice of the squalling child, marking at the papers occasionally with a slim red pen. It was as if one of them wasn't there at all. Behind them, a cartoon played on the screen of the television, ignored by both.
Suddenly, the boy whipped his head up from the plush, pupil-less yellow eyes glaring almost hatefully at the woman. With another scream, he took hold of the thing's long ears and hurled it at the wall of the pen. It bounced harmlessly off the mesh back to the soft floor of the pen. As if realizing what he did, Xerksis crawled quickly on his hands and knees to his dog -Minion- and clutched at it with one arm. Of course, he continued to snarl at the woman, preparing another howl of outrage. Pay attention to me! Get me out of this thing! His stubby fingers curled into the holes of the wall and yanked uselessly. The woman ignored him, going on to another piece of paper while marking in a book on the arm of her chair.
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 6:53 pm
Cute Yashi and Zah RP The Nozomi Yashi was grumbly. Despite being a foul-mooded little p***k, he had found himself in an even worse mood then before. Sure, his 'tousan was back, with apologies and hugs, but the temperment of the little fox had steadily grown black.
He didn't know why.
He was slouched on a tree in the same park where the Catman had yelled at him. Sulking, his tail was fluffed and wrapped around his knees. Yashis chin was on his kneecapes. Things were not the way he wanted. Something was missing... It wasn't his 'tousan. It wasn't his doll (SHE was held tight against his chest) but... but there was something.
The fox-kit didn't like it. Not a damned bit. Enoh Love While Yashi was being grumbly, Zasalamel was being troublesome. And right now, his idea of troublesome was playing 'Shoot things at various people'. Yeah, he wasn't the type to purposely run and hide from his mother...mother was female, and females are scary and not to be messed with, as a rule.
So, at this current point in time, the toddler Drow was pinging little aluminum tin foil balls at his twin younger brothers, both who looked like some of the animals he'd seen on tv. Prince, the spotted one, was squealing with delight and batting at the tin foil balls as they came at him while Duke, the pure white one, was hiding in the grass near Neveah's feet.
Once, Prince managed to hit the tin foil ball, and subsequently the shining thing went flying in the opposite direction. With an unimpressed grump, Zah awkwardly ran (more like toddle-stomped) after it, eventually catching sight of the blue fluff he'd come to associate with his dear friend.
"Ahhshee?" He drawled out curiously as he slowly and cautiously started to round the tree to see if he was right, forgetting about the ball and just holding his precious slingshot to his chest.
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 6:55 pm
Kays Party Kyrianna "Mommy, can I have a sleep over?" The sidhe (who had been severely punished for the levitation of a certain pretty man) asked timidly. She hadn't seen any of her friends in a long time and it was quite obvious that she was getting cabin fever. The gardens were enough, usually, but it didn't seem like they were doing the trick at the moment.Ianna thought a moment, "Well, who do you want to invite?" she asked, looking over at her daughter from behind the book that she was reading. "Uhm. Zah, Yashi, Lee, Mal, Xtol and Kishi?" She named all of the older children. Zah she didn't really remember meeting but Yashima liked him so...
The silver haired woman nodded, "Sounds decent enough. We'll go send out invitations, then."~ The invitations in the mail, all signed personally by the young child (with a lot of help from her mother with the proper letters) was giddy. The past two days had been spent preparing lists and plans for the party - and the Sidhe couldn't wait for the fun and games to begin. But still, she had an entire week to wait. Enoh Love Neveah was, needless to say, quite baffled when the invitation for a slumber party turned up in her mail box. She was even more surprised to read it was from someone whom she was pretty sure Zasalamel had not yet met, nevermind heard of. The butterfly had seen the girl once before, but Zah...never.
Still, who was she to turn down making a social butterfly of the socially outcased Drow son of hers?
So, on the day and time given on the invitation, Neveah showed up with Zasalamel alone...she managed to talk her old comerade into babysitting the deer twins until she got back. Despite this being the first time Neveah would be parted from her charge, she didn't seem to break a sweat over it.
Zasalamel, on the other hand, was deathly nervous, but he managed to bite his lips and make only the occassional whine of protest over the whole sleepover thing. He'd be at a girls house. All weekend. Without his mother! The horror! The WORST thing that could ever happen to him! Of course, he didn't know there were other boys going...as far as he knew, it'd just be him and the girl he'd never met.
And now, as he stood clinging to Neveah's hand infront of the looming front door of his weekend torture, he buried his face into Neveah's legs and whined. "Ilhar...Nau ssinssrin ulu alu...Nau ssinssrin ulu alu...!" He repeated pathetically, on the verge of tears by now.
"Aww, sweetheart..." Neveah keened out, picking up the whimpering dark-skinned child. "It'll be alright, you'll see! Be a good boy for Ilhar, okay Zasalamel?" Of course, Neveah had grown to know that 'Ilhar' was something like 'Mother', so she used it.
As she comforted the whimpering Drow, she wandered her way into the Headquarters.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 8:26 pm
Live-Journal-Wanna-Be.
Yashi came home from his first real major sleepover and he's survived rather unscathed. I'm proud of the little b*****d for lasting and not trying to claw at someones face.
He's been getting better with dealing with girls. With talking. But he's even grumpier then usual and it worries me.
I wish I hadn't just left... but I had to. For me. He's one of the many kids that still holds it against me, to get what he wants from me. Manipulative ********, live journal wanna be. Life has gotten complicated.
He's still friends with the Drow boy, though. That comforts me. Neveahs a good mom.
-Patrick.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 12:12 pm
Zahs Growth Enoh Love Neveah was in a panic. She'd managed to get away from Philos, all while screaming she quit and some other threats about ever coming near her or her son again...but, as things go, big things never come without a price.
Her price, of course, was her wings. Her fragile, glittering wings had been more than compromised in her struggle with Philos, and both bore the terrible price of her fight; both wings were broken, crumpled, and in a few places, torn...the poor butterfly looked as though she'd been hit by a truck! However, the terrible pain from her delicate wings was nothing compared to the panic she felt, the complete and total worry for her son.
She'd seen him run out, but she didn't know if he'd been followed, or if he even made it out of the building. Of course, she had called the cell phone many, many times...but that turned out to be fruitless. There was no answer on the other end, and no matter where she looked, she couldn't find her little Drow.
Neveah had gone to the doctors only once, and that was when the pain was too much on her tired body. The doctors had informed her that her wings were beyond help, and that an immediate survery was to take place...but Neveah couldn't allow that to happen. She couldn't waste her time in surgery while Zah was out there somewhere, on his own! Even the mere thought of it was absured. She opted for just the painkillers for now.
Then, a day after that of searching on her own, she just couldn't do it anymore. She had to get help, and she called the only two people she trusted more than anything in the world; Patrick and Malen.
She never really told them the story in detail; all she could get out was that Zah was missing, that he was supposed to be in the open where she could find him, and she needed their help.
It was late in the third day now; Neveah standing anxiously in the lobby of the headquarters, waiting for Patrick and Malen, and more important for any news from her two friends. She couldn't find Zasalamel, and the broken butterfly was running on very little sleep. She was wearing herself thin, but her body told her she needed, more than anything, to find Zah before she rested, before she fixed her wings.
If she looked like she'd been hit by a truck before, it was nothing compared to her look now; nothing was well kept on her, and she looked as though she were about to collapse. Yet, of course, her glazed aqua eyes shown with determination. She was going to find him, damnit! The Nozomi Patrick strode into the area of the headquaters with the stride of a man who... well, couldn't find a drow. He hadn't searched yet, having wanting to wait for Neveah before he did anything about the kid.
It was Yashima who was skirting into the HQ with such urgancy. His little gray yukata was loose, hand holding it closed as he scrambled in. Seeing the butterly, the little fox barreled at her, grabbing the butterfly around the waist.
"Where is Zah?!" His voice was the most panicked Patrick had ever heard him. His father hurried to grab the fox but, despite the pulling, he remained clinging to Neveah. "I want to find Zah! Now! Let me help - I can help! Tousan!"
"Yashi, STOP. I said you could come if you didn't cause a scene." Patrick winced, pulling him back finally. Yashima struggled with a little whimper, tail tucking up. "So sorry, Neveah.... You know we'll do anything to help."
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 12:15 pm
Smiling. Flashing teeth and beautiful eyes. A nose that was almost too straight, too perfect and sharp at the end. Tall, wiry. Hard, soft mucles under gentle pale skin. Rough expressions and wolfish smiles.
Kumo was watching as Sakura toyed with one of the younger men. The brash boy - red coloring, a normal tawned fox - had decided to say something indecent and now was paying the price. Toying with Sakura didn't mean you were being flirted with. The white fox, for all his beauty and grace, carried small hand-daggers with him at all times. He said it was for practice at carryig weapons but Kumo knew the truth.
In a world where the kitsune were commonplace and people kidnapped their women for wives and their men were regaurded with caution and fear for their prank-making, carrying small weapons were permissable. Sakura, who was as beautiful as a woman and dressed to match, was often grabbed and hauled to the side by mortals when he was off to the human world. His hair was dark then.
While Kumo was delivering messages to humans in the worlds, none had pulled him back. He was commonplace, to them. Ruffled, thick black hair, skin dyed a darker shade by the sun. It was all old news. Some girls giggled over him in a way that wasn't childish or mocking but they were young and didn't know better.
Still. Sakura.
Kumos eyes narrowed in on the boy and Sakura. The auburn fox was pinned to the tree, his eyes wide in panic. Obviously, Sakura was saying something the child didn't find arousing and he squirmed. The white fox slid back from him and brushed off his kimono, long fingers sliding over the silk effortlessly. His hair was bound up to day, a few stray locks down his back and to the base of his tails, under the clothing.
Beautiful.
Only when the boy fled did he turn to Kumo. The smaller fox was sitting on a rock, not too far away, with a small Lucky cat rolling between his fingers. The hard figurine was getting the paint worn away from the amount of time he spent rolling it. That slow smile on the foxes face was making him falter in the hands movements, however and despite his insecurity, Kumo smiled back.
Soon there was a warm, pale body sitting next to his on the rock and there was a hand on his shoulder. "Were you watching?"
Oh...and there were words. Lovely words. Kumos eyes blinked once, twice before he was able to respond, fingers moving to curl in the others kimono above his knee. Sakura didn't blink as his outfit wrinkled; he smiled and leaned down just to whisper in Kumos ear.
"It's alright, if you were."
Blood. ALl of it rushing straight to his face, coloring the already tanned skin. Before he could answer back, though, a sharp pain ran through his back. Kumo fell from his perch, yanking part of Sakuras kimono with him. Fox-nails dragged through the silk, tearing it free like a spiders web as he fumbled onto the spongy green.
"What," A rough female voice snarled from behind him, "Are you DOING with Sakura, you little wretch?"
There was yelling. Sakura was yelling at the female whose voice, when not screaming, was soft and beautiful. Still, Sakura yelled. Someone hit him. There was blood and he smelled Sakura, wrapped around him. Moving.
Kumo was crying.
When he woke up, Yashi was crying too. Great, heaving sobs, hands moving up to cover his mouth, to silence himself. There was nothing to cry about - he didn't know what had happened to the small black thing that was him in the past life, but there was such love.
Such love and want and belonging in Sakuras eyes. It hurt. It tore at the little fox creature, causing his tail to wrap around his body. He wanted that. In a split second, the small child knew he wanted THAT. Just that. Love, want. Belonging. Something different then his tousan tolerating him.
He went to sleep with his cheeks dry with caked on tears, passed out to not dream of his past again.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 12:16 pm
[Metaplot]
...nrrr. Just putting up a link. Too ******** long.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 12:18 pm
[Aftermath. Coping.]
May pull Enoh in for some brief Zah-scenes...as I have a feeling he will be bunking with Yashi for a bit.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 12:20 pm
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