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Journal entry - Feb 20 2005 (Backdated)
Met some of the other guardians today when I went out to take a short walk. I might have intruded just a little bit when I first saw them - I just saw little creatures with them from a distance and had to take a closer look. Even though curiousity kills the cat and all that. They seemed friendly anyway - very warm and open. Hopefully I'll meet them again at some point.

Finally seeing some of the little Aerandir up close only intrigues me more. ...Nehanda and Pueblo I believe that they were called? Anyway, seeing them as something more than a little jar filled with fluff; it kinda drives home the reasons why I volunteered for this. So different both in looks and personality, yet the same species; it's a diverse race. It makes me wonder what Osusuki will be like, what he'll look like, what he'll act like...

With some difficulty, Ieyasu edged open the front door to the house. It's not easy trying to open a door when you're carrying someone afterall. He cast a glance down at Syrenrei. He had jostled her slightly, although not intentionally. She still appeared to be sleeping.

For the moment, he laid her down carefully onto one of the straw tatami rugs on the floor. Ieyasu's living area had no chairs and no sofas. Just a table and floor lanterns. Upstairs was a good deal more comfortable, but there was no way he was going to be able to carry her up a simple ladder. He'd have to go up and bring down blankets.

Slipping the bag from his shoulder, he quickly unfastened it and took out the jar. Thankfully, it hadn't exploded while he had returned here with Syrenrei. For the moment, he placed it in the kitchen area rather than on the low, dark table. If he had been on his own he would have left it in the main area. But with an injured person on his floor, it wasn't really the best of ideas.

He cast a glance over at Syrenrei before he left the room. She should be ok for the five minutes it took from him to fetch what he needed. Scaling the ladder into the sleeping area, he grabbed the blankets from the wide bed there. As a sudden afterthought, he grabbed a clean, plain shirt and a pair of pants too. Ieyasu tended to dress simply and comfortably. They'd be far too big for her, but when she woke she'd need something to wear. She couldn't stay in those soaking wet, bloodstained clothes of hers.

Tossing the things down the ladder, he climbed down after them. Picking them up again at the foot of the ladder, he dragged the blankets into the main room. Ok. Now to see to the hanyou herself. He headed into the bathroom area. There was a large towel there that he could use to make a better bandage than that soaking wet, bloodied shirt.

Grabbing the cream-coloured towel, he headed back through. Unsurprisingly, she was still unconscious. First things first. Kneeling down beside her, he carefully untied the bloody shirt, trying not to disturb the wound too much. He didn't want to make the bleeding worse. Fae had already cleaned the wound earlier, which made this easier. Damn, that's a nasty cut... It didn't take an expert to see that it was a deep injury. "Feh... 'It's nothing' indeed..." Sighing, he folded the large towel over several times lengthways before wrapping it around her leg. She could probably do with getting stitches, or whatever they were called, to close the wound over properly. Not like that could be done here and now though.

Now, she also couldn't stay in those dripping clothes. He'd have to change her out of those too. Hopefully, when she came to, she wouldn't be too angry at him. If she had any sense, she'd understand. When he was done, he carefully shifted her into the blanket and pulled it over her. Sleeping on the floor was uncomfortable for those who weren't used to it. He didn't know if she was or not, but at least the blankets would keep her warm and soften the wooden floor. The last blanket, he folded up and placed under her head. Hopefully, that should be enough to see her through the night. The change of clothes, he placed down next to her. She could get them when she woke.

Staring around the room, he considered something for a moment. She knew already about him, and he should probably stay nearby in case something went badly wrong. He could sleep downstairs tonight. Ieyasu rarely slept in the same form that others usually saw. It was a pain concealing tails, and a little energy draining. Fine for being active during the day, but not for sleeping. It was always a relief to throw off the totally human guise and relax.

So, when Ieyasu did finally lie down to nap himself, it was a small pale fox that curled up next to one of the lanterns, the tips of its tails curling over its muzzle. He watched Syrenrei for a time, before drifting off to sleep himself.

RP leading up to this found here ))

The fox stirred a little in his sleep, flicking an ear lazily as Syrenrei sat upright. Shifting his head on his paws, the tail curled over him slid off. If one took a good look at him, they could see that he had more than one tail. Two, to be precise.

Despite moving about a little, the fox seemed to settle back again into sleep. Syrenrei hadn't made much in the way of noise - only the soft rustle of the blankets. Nothing out of the ordinary and nothing to startle the fox into waking.

The fox stirred again. This time, his eyes flickered open - the dragging sound was loud enough to wake him. He yawned sleepily, rising to his feet and stretching. He stared at Syrenrei through pale blue eyes. It was pretty obvious that he had two tails now.

Then Syrenrei pitched forward onto the wooden table, scattering the sake set and sending a couple of the cups spinning across the room with a sharp crash. The chipped fox statuette was sent across the table, falling off the other side with a thud. In the instant that Syrenrei had fallen onto the table, the fox had disappeared and Ieyasu was standing in its place, his long pale hair somewhat dishevelled. He took a quick step forward, but didn't move anywhere near quickly enough. Grimacing, he crouched down beside her to see that she was alright.

"What the hell are you doing?"
There went his sake set anyway... he had just gotten that too.

"Nice to see that it stood up to your testing then. It looked like it won against you, and it's not surprising considering the state you're in. That looked like it hurt." Ieyasu shook his head a little. Then the hanyou asked about her clothes. Ah, here we go. If I'm due to get a slap, it's going to be soon....

"Ah, I left them behind the screen there. They were dripping wet - not a good idea to sleep in things like that."
Ieyasu glanced at Syrenrei."I left out a dry pair of pants as well, but I don't know if they'll fit you around the waist. They'll be too long - I know that. "

Ieyasu kneeled down on the tatami rug, glancing over at the broken sake cups on the floor. He'd clean them up in a minute. The kitsune statue, he picked up off of the floor and set it back on the table. He glanced back at Syrenrei."No, I didn't. But I made the choice."

He grinned briefly. "You seem a little more coherent now at least. Nobody could get a straight word out of you in the community centre. So, maybe now you can tell me who you are, at least."

"Well, that's a better answer than what you gave me yesterday. Don't get me wrong - I have a fair idea of what you are, but it's better to be able to put a name to people."

Noticing the little bits of the sake cups rise up off of the ground. Twisting his head, he looked back at the hanyou. "Nice trick you have there. You didn't have to worry about that though."

Shifting his position from a kneel to a sit, he stretched out his legs as Syrenrei disappeared behind the screen, falling silent for a short spell.