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 Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 6:37 am
Kiba could only nod as Yamagawa dislodged himself from their tangled embrace and pulled away pulled away from him going away and he couldn’t quite help the terrified sort of desperation that shot through his body. He didn’t want Yamagawa to leave never wanted him to go he had to stay stay here and never go never leave because he’d said. Except he was leaving he was going away --never coming back no-- because Yamagawa said he promised he wouldn’t leave wouldn’t go away so he wouldn’t vanish forever even though he was going away.
And Kiba understood that it was for a good reason, knew that Chou-chan had to be found and saved and kept safe from the badevildarkscary people in this place and he understood that Yamagawa needed to go and find Chou-chan. If Kiba had been more resilient, he probably would have gone to find the faerie himself because he knew what this place could do. He’d seen enough of the broken ones that Yamagawa brought in that he knew, and there was a pureness in Chou that couldn’tshouldn’t be tainted by a place like this.
He understood that.
But even understanding that didn’t quite stop the burning resentment that bubbled up in his gut, or the horrible dirty sort of dark feeling at the back of his throat for feeling that resentment. Chou hadn’t known, couldn’t have known that it was a bad idea to go wandering around by himself, being all pure and new and pretty like he was. Chou had no idea. So it wasn’t his fault
But Yamagawa was going away and Kiba just needed someone to blame. Because he didn’t want to watch Yamagawa walk away, wanted Yamagawa to stay stay with Kiba and never go and there was a part of him that felt so darkdirtyevil at the thought that maybe he wouldn’t mind Chou-chan being tainted if Yamagawa just stayed and oh god how could he think something like that ohgodohgodohgod--
Kiba hadn’t even realized he had closed his eyes. Sometime between Yamagawa letting go and Yamagawa reaching the door. But then Yamagawa was back and his eyes were snapping open to stare scaredhopingcurious as Yamagawa pressedpulled him close again and there was the funny idea that Yamagawa was stealing his breath because he was feeling definitely a little short of air when Yamagawa let go. Of course, that could just have been his own desperationfearworry making his breath short.
“I’ll come back. I promise.”
And then Yamagawa was really gone, the door shutting softly behind him, and Kiba was left with the tingleburnwantneed on his lips and just those five words to reassure himself that Yamagawa wouldn’t vanish into nothing, that he would come back and stay just like he said. Yamagawa would go and find Chou-chan then come back because he said he just promised and Yamagawa didn’t lie and that meant he didn’t break promises either so it would be fine Yamagawa would come back and everything would be fine.
Somehow, no matter how much he wanted to believe, Kiba found couldn’t quite completely convince himself of that.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 1:53 pm
Felix sat up on the bed and ran a hand with his messy ebony hair as he nodded, "Ofcourse, I can't let my love do all the work now, can I?" The hybrid stood up and decided to help the mermaid, taking Myuca from him and holding the small infant close. Leaning down, he placed a light kiss on Sui's cheek before walking off to the bathroom.
Reaching down, he turned the warm water on and sat on the edge of the tub as he looked down at the small baby in his hands. He smiled warmly as he stroked the boy's cheek gently then looked up as he waited for Sui to join him. His wings were folded in tightly as the hybrid sighed lightly, his glowing blood red gaze on his son which lay in his arms. "I'm a dad...I don't think I'll ever eb used to this," he mumured with a soft chuckle.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 1:23 pm
It was funny, really, this new sort of feeling. Different.
It wasn’t like Zanis hadn’t wanted thingspeople before, wasn’t like he hadn’t lusted after others. Kiba, Zix, those pretty blank eyes he loved, those were all perfect examples of things he’d wantedlustedcraved, and he had claimed them all --except for Zix, who at the same time claimed Zanis; but Zix was different-- and he had markedbrandedclaimed them all. If there was anything he’d wanted, he’d had no qualms about doing whatever it took to get itthem.
But this feeling, this sort of want was so different from any other want he’d ever experienced before. This wasn’t just about…about claiming Butter like some precious trophy. He honestly wanted Butter, everything Butter hadwasis, and he wanted to…to protect Butter and keep him safe and just []not let Butter go. And it was so atypical for him to feel anything like that that Zanis almost didn’t know what it was at first.
But then the thought crossed his mind
He might love Butter.
Wouldn’t that explain these feelings? Wasn’t that was everyone always said love felt like? This warmth that didn’t burn, this want to protect, this…this rightness that it was fine to holdtouchkisswant Butter in this strangeforeignbizzarealien way. That it was okay and everything was okay and would be okay and Butter was Zanis’ and nothingnoone would touch Butter or hurt Butter ever again. It was so strange for him to feel this, strangealienodd to feel something not carrying that familiar taint of hateangerragedarkness that he knew so well.
Even so…it didn’t feel wrong to feel like this.
A slight shivershidder trailed down Zanis’ spine at the lightfaintsoft brush of Butter’s fingers against his scalp, the strange sense of danger --noone touched his head, never, it was bad-- and pleasure --colddeadnice-- mixing and twining together to form a rather delicious sort of sensation, strange in it’s own way, but not bad. And any other time the person might have lost their hand for touching him like that, but with Butter it was all okay. Everything felt fine with Butter when Butter did whatever. There wasn’t even that normal aversion towards people when the people he was around was Butter.
So very strange and confusing, but not despicable.
“Different can be good,” he murmured, lazily nibbling on the zombie’s ear. “Because different is special.” And special was good. Anything that was different was unique, and simply by being unique, it was special. One-of-a-kind things were always specialrareprecious. Like Butter. Butter was preciousspecialperfectlovelyZanis’ and that was good, and it was all because Butter was different from anyoneanything else. And while he wasn’t so sure if he liked being called different --because special somehow meant something good, and different was special-- he perhaps didn’t quite mind Butter saying it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 1:57 pm
Special.
The zombie couldn't help the slight tremorshudderthing that went though him at the --whathowwhysostrangesogood-- feel of the other's teeth against his ear, softscrapngnewdifferentweirdstrangehotwetfeelsomethingsomething and it stung oh-so-briefly before dissolving away into the darkpoolrippling and there was something else, something else strangeachingwarm and different, a strange different sort of warmth taking the place where the stingingpain had once been, and.. and it was strange, strange and different and new and sososososovery weird and Butter didn't get itwhy?.
Why was he shivering? Why was his handsfingerstouches shakingfluttering slightly where they were wrapped around Zanis' hairscalpprettydarksilkyness around the softwarmthsmooth fingers around Zanis why because Butter couldn't feel, couldn't feel cold because he was cold and Zanis was warm not.. not dead not cold so Butter shouldn't be shivering because it wasn't cold but why was he?
But.. But maybe..
The paleblank eyes flickered again, the same somethingdifferentnothingsomething --what was this what was this feeling so strange but notbad notpain something different-- flashing past the surface briefly lighting the milky white irises before fading back again, as Butter wordlessly unconsciously tilted his head slightly and leant slowlysoftly into the strange sosososoweird feel of Zanis' teethsomethingwarmth, handsfingers twitchingshivering again in Zanis' grip and shiftingsliding to bring them closer together.
But maybe, it was okay.
Because Zanis was different. And.. and he said different was special different was.. was good so Zanis was good.
And Zanis was..
"..special." Butter murmured, the palecold fingers trailing sliding down the back of the other's head, slipping softly through the longdarklocks of hair --they were beautiful too just like justlikeZanis-- the tips of his fingers flaring up redpinkpale briefly as they brushed the collar of the other's shirt the skin under it so warmbrighthotburning and it was different it was special it was Zanis.
"I.." Soft half-sigh half-exhale colddead puff of breath that was nothingsomething at the same time but different-- "I like that."
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 1:00 pm
The jade eyes flew up at the stranger's voice, his gaze sweeping past Chou's faceeyes --somethingnothingflicker in the pinkprettyeyes what was that? but gone just as fast it came-- to stare into the slightly pudgy, slightly angry, more than irritated sort of harassed-looking male in white gown. Elis raised his eyebrows quietly; this person.. it wasn't someone he knew.
And that usually meant bad.
Because if he didn't know the person, then the person didn't know him either, and not-knowing-each-other generally went wrong. Even among his own kind, it wasn't a particularly good or smart thing to do, approaching an unknown wyvern. It was a natural hostile-dangerdangerdanger reaction. You just couldn't, couldn't help it, and just lashed out.
..Probably explained why he was put in solitary confinement in a electrical pen for the first few months here.
His hands closed down a fraction tighter around Chou's at the feel of the other experiment stiffening, and the reptilian smiled brightly, brighter, even as his fingers felt icycolddead, especially because of the cold stiff feel of it. The feelsomething of the assistant-doctor-person-thing --Probably an assistant; he hadn't seen a doctor around who didn't get briefed on all the experiments weekly, even daily-- the.. the feel of him, it was.. it was bad.
"Hi!" Brightbrightbright 100-watt smile flashing, dark jade eyes darkersomething, a carelessinnocent shrug of shoulders hands still holding Chou's tightlytighter, back of his neck tingletinging with the familiar tangsomething somethingbadscarybadfearno--
"We're kind of lost." Just.. back down. People like him thought they were the world if you show them a bit of ground. Don't give them that ground. Don't. Elis absently shifted, tips of his boots scraping softly against the floor as the crouched form of the reptilian flowedshiftedmoved sinuously, almost smoothlybonelessly. His smile did not fade an inch. "Can you help us?"
Scenario A: act innocent. Begin.
If you were an experiment around here, knowing too much could get you into trouble. As much as not knowing much was trouble also, it was better. The assistants and doctors tended to leave him alone if he acted happy and bouncyvacant childish. Somethingsomething flicker flashed past in the jade eyes.
All humans, they were the same.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 1:19 am
Humming slightly, Zix leaned back onto his heels, briefly glancing sideways over at Tea --was he blushing?-- before sliding his gaze back to the menu.
Really, wouldn’t it be nice if Tea was jealous? Because that would mean he cared about Zix like more than just a…a…what were they, anyway? Not really friends…maybe acquaintances? Or…hey, could they be colleagues if they had different job? Because Zix was a doctor --kind of not really-- and Tea was an assistant and they were just different job levels. And weren’t colleagues, like, work peers? Could you have a work peer if your jobs were different?
Bright-eyed, he turned to look back over at Tea. “Nene, Te~ea…what exactly are we?” Because really, finding out exactly what Tea thought they were would completely determine the scope of their relationship.
Relationship? a nasty little voice whispered somewhere in the back of his mind. What relationship? He hates you, blockhead!
Well, yes, there was that.
But if Tea would just say that, things would become so much clearer. Instead of just this…stupid…stupidness. There was definitely stupidness somewhere in there. Probably from Zix’s side of the case, and Tea would most likely be more than happy to say it was --most people were.
Then, completely randomly, Zix noticed something about Tea.
It was kind of fun, really, how people just sort of unconsciously slid around the assistant. Because of that ‘I’ll-kill-you-if-you-get-too-close’ air. Not many people had an air like that and could successfully pull it off. It was just fun. And nobody even thought about going near him, and just moved around without even consciously thinking about it.
Except for idiots like Zix, of course.
But Zix was used to doing stupid things, and enjoyed it too, mostly because people’s reactions to him were so fun, and he liked fun. Fun was good, because it meant that hepeople weren’t all tight and tense but were loose and relaxed and happy, and happy was good because being miserabledepressedangry all the time was a bad thing. And Zix was good at having fun.
Having fun was superceded by the needwant for food, though.
If only he knew how to order…
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 2:07 am
He couldn’t panic.
Panicking was bad.
And Chou didn’t like panicking anyway. Panicking led to hysterics, and hysterics were just not fun and they hurt his eyes because he couldn’t cry. But Dark Chou had been out already once today and if he panicked Dark Chou would come out again because his control over himself was too thin right now and Dark Chou sometimes hurt himselfothers and Chou didn’t want to hurt anyneanythinghimself because that was bad and being bad was simply very not good. Things were nicehappy if they were good and not nicehappy if they were not good.
Quivertrembleshaking just the teeniest bit --not noticeable by the doctorperson but surely noticed by Elis who held his hands-- Chou just took a breath, eyes still closed, and concentrated on not panicking. Bad things happened when he panicked and bad things were not wanted. And if he didn’t panic then maybe the doctor person would just go away and leave Chou with Elis and things would be okay.
Besides, Elis seemed to know what to do to make the doctorperson go away --though why the happyhappy, he didn’t know, but it didn’t seem rightsame as before somehow-- and knowing that helped calm him down just a little bit more --enough to open his eyes.
Just in time to see Elis move.
And it was so pretty, all…all smooth and graceful and boneless and pretty. Just…just like Kiba-san and the evildarkbadness that wanted to take Kiba-san away --so pretty-- and now Elis could do it too, which somehow made Elis all the more goodbettergreen and because he was all good and…and good, Chou felt safeokay with Elis so he had to stay with Elis and not go with the doctorperson don’tlethimtakemeaway…!
And…and if doctorperson didn’t give any direct orders to Chou and just listened to Elis and went away, then Chou could easily just stay crouched down like he was not saying anything and acting as invisible as he possibly could --hard to do, what with the glitter and all-- and maybe if he was invisible enough the doctorperson wouldn’t try and take him away and just go because he wasn’t a good doctorperson so he needed to leave. Bad people weren’t good, and good was happy and bad was not so the bad doctorpersn had to go so things could be happy again and not tremblyscaredpanick goawaygoawaygoaway.
He gave a shakyworried sort of smile to Elis, not moving otherwise --invisible, be like wallpaper-- and felt his hand tighten eversoslightly against around Elis’. Because Elis felt safe and Elis was…was green and if Chou just held on to Elis then it would be fine, right? Because…because Elis was here and good and…and green which was also good and good things were good so if Chou stayed with Elis everything would turn out fine and good in the end.
Right?
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 2:24 am
What exactly are we?
His hand --the free one, and not the one with the white-knuckle deathgrip on the bottle-- paused slightly on its way to ruffle back the dark curls in an almost habitual, harassed sort of motion --can't look harassed he'll catch up on it more leverage more weakness bad-- dark eyes flashing back to meet the necromancer's face again and really--
What kind of stupidstupidstupid question was that?
They weren't friends, certainly. Tea wouldn’t even think about having the necromancer as a.. a friend, with his stupid annoying aura of annoyingness and the brightcheery something and the grinning and the too close the entire being of the other male just screamed out 'kill-me' and Tea so very wanted to just follow up on that order and--
..And absolutely not as.. as something else either.
Because Tea hated hated Zix and besides, the necromancer was too too close too alike too disturbingly alike to.. to him and that was bad maybebadmaybesomethingsomething but.. but bad because.. just because..!
Because you're scared, the voice hissed, nastychilling gigglesnarking echoing inside his head. The tanned male shook his head quickly, looking away with a slight start and turning away from the other male, almost an unconscious shieldinghiding sort of motion which he immediately regretted, muttering a soft curse under his breath. The rather belated masking of it by turning and walking towards the counters didn't quite help it either.
"--stupid."
..He wasn't sure if it was directed to Zix, or himself.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 2:53 am
Aww, Tea didn't answer his question.
And Zix really was curious about it. Because if he knew what Tea thought they were, then Zix could either progress or depress their relationship --seriously, what relationship?!-- to fit the need. And had he been anyone else, this while avoidance-of-the-issue thing would have gotten annoying a long time ago.
But he was Zix.
Which meant annoying could slap him in the face like a jinxed lover and he wouldn't be able to tell.
So he just sort of grinhummed and followed the other where...where Tea was going, resolving to ask late--
"Oh! s**t!"
He paused, and a hand flew to his mouth, eyes darting back up to the menu. He needed...something...with seed. Lots and lots of seed. And...and grainy...grains. Berries. Berries were good too. Didn't they eat berries? Did it matter what kind of berries? Because Zix wasn't sure if it'd be okay to specifically ask for certain types of berries, and even if he did, he wouldn't have known what kind of berries to get.
Could he bring lasagna?
No...probably not. Zix didn't know what it was but it didn't sound very seedy or grainy or berry...full. And...and Zix needed grainyseedyberryful and not...whatever lasagna was.
Maybe the...yogurt parfait thingy? It said it had berries and granola stuff.
Wasn't granola just like some sort of...of grainy stuff? It would count, right?
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 3:13 am
At least the giggling had pretty much subsided at this point.
Tea mechanically noted the fact as he scanned the drinks section again, dark eyes running over the measly selection of --coke, sprite, pepsi-- overly-sugary, overly-bad annoying stupid commercial drinks and finally resolving to settle with a bottle of mineral water. Some kind of good wine would have been good, just a glass, maybe, but it was just past noon --ish? Tea wasn't the one with the watch here-- well, lunchtime anyway --however late it was-- and Tea would not appreciate being branded an alcoholic here in this stupid straight-faced stupid country.
The assistant sighed, finally locating a line which was just cleared of a person --he had never bothered to know more than a few people here during his stay-- and as much as he hated to admit it he was hungry so he wanted his food and drink and--
Slowly, slowly Tea's gaze turned from the stunned face of the kitchen personthingwhatever --he swore he saw her hands shaking-- past the lines of other people all reflecting varying degrees of that same shocked-what-the-hell expression, and refocused somewhere behind him at the figure of the necromancer, with his hand to his mouth and looking all too much like a deer caught in the headlight.
..It would have been funny, if it wasn't.
A slender dark eyebrow arched, the corner of his lips twitching imperceptively but annoyingly before the assistant pressed it down firmly. It just wouldn't do to laugh or grin or smirk or do anything stupid. Because it was stupid. "...Yes?"
...He probably sounded a bit miffed. He certainly looked like it.
His hand very marginally tightened where it was resting atop the counter, and Tea tilted his head slightly to one side, eyes darkcalmannoyed wanting to drill holes into Zix' head---
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 3:35 am
The expression on the necromancer's face made him look like a little kid who was about to burst into tears as he sent Tea a purely panicked sort of look.
It was a childish look...
...but it somehow worked on him.
And he truly looked like the world was crashing down around his ears. Like his mother had just died. Like he had recieved word that his inheritance was going to be cut off. Like--
"I haven't fed my birds in four days!"
--like his birds were dying.
Which was extremely hard to do, because really, how did zombie birds die again? But, contrary to any other creature he'd ever reanimated, Zix had found that dead birds ate. A lot. And if he didn't toss a few handfuls of seed or berriesfruitsgrainssomething on the floor at least once a day, they started eating the corpses --not the reanimated ones, those tended to scare the birds off. Some scarecrow instinct or something.
And eating dead flesh was so unhealthy. Especially dead flesh soaked in formaldehyde.
And he remembered clearly --now-- that he had run out of that fifty-or-so pound bag --killer to get into the morgue-- a couple of days ago. But some idiot doctor had snapped and went on a killing spree --he was 'fired' now, thank god-- and there had just been so much paperwork that the matter had just slipped his mind and now he needed lots and lots of birdfood so he could feed his birds before they ate all his corpses and died --again. Somehow-- and it was bad and where the hell was he going to get that much birdfood?
And even if he did, would Tea be willing to lead him back to the morgue before eating so he could stop his birds from ravaging his corpses?
Because really, they were the only ones that didn't mind the fact that he was a necromancer/deadguyhandler/morguekeeper/socialoutcast --probably because he fed them-- and if he didn't feed them they might go away. And sure, a zombie bird might not last long out in the wilderness. But it wasn't like they'd get eaten or anything.
And Zix rather liked having them around. Kept him from going bat-crazy.
Cause zombies were great and all, but they were so...sort of...dead.
At least he got to take care of his birds.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 11:52 pm
"..." Cue, silent eyebrow twitch.
Tea would have bashed his head quietly against a wall if he could, but there being no wall --apart from the counter, of course, but Tea was not stopping so low as to bang his head against a counter-- around the vicinity of the tanned male, he had to jus resort with closing his eyes slightly, before opening them again, hoping that all this all this was just a horrible nightmare and he will wake up now.
Enter, the infamous 'I-am-but-a-helpless-child' look, recreated oh-so-perfectly on Zix's face.
..Nope, it doesn't seem like the horrible dream will be over anytime soon.
Resisting the urge to look around to gauge the other people's reactions --Tea had no time for others; it was pointless and a waste of time and they were useless anyway so-- the dark-haired male sighed irritably. It wasn't like it was any of their business anyway. It was strictly strictly between him and Zix because Tea was supposed to show Zix around and take care of hi-- wait.
Some kind of misunderstanding there, Brain. Tea was not taking care of Zix, no. He was merely.. being accosted. Temporarily. Until the offices opened up again and Tea could go and get Zix a map of the facilities. And an actual working brain.
"They're probably dead by now." Was his calmcoolclipped answer, as Tea turned back to the servingpersonthing again and raised a quiet, skeptical eyebrow at the woman who stared blankly for a minute before starting almost joltingly. Tea wasn't known for his tactful approach to things. Nor was he popular for his babysitting skills. "You'd be better off buying new ones." Unless you are broke, of course. Which was highly probable, deducting from the randomweirdstrangeannoying stories --albeit bits and pieces about eating boots-- and in this case Zix would probably go without any pet birds for a long long time, but not that Tea cared.
He didn't like birds.
Dogs, he didn't mind. Cats were.. okay, but after months and months of living at Aunt Bea's house, Tea had learnt to tolerate them; after all, it was either tolerate them or get eaten. So.. so felines were okay.
But not birds.
Because they were annoying and chirpy and just so very soverymuch annoying and it somehow made so much sense now because Zix was annoying and Zix was.. he seemed like the type to keep some kind of pets --albeit the type who forgot to feed them too-- and.. and Zix was annoying so it was just right that his pets would be a bunch of annoying pesky pecky birds.
It was now official, he was going crazy. That, or heading towards a mental breakdown. Fast.
Goody.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 1:00 am
Yamagawa caught his breath, a hand resting stickysweat against the coldcool stone wall beside him, after what could have been about the fifth or sixth frantic double-backing to make sure that he checked every way possible. The green eyes flickered still behind the glasses, hoping against hope to catch a glimpse, any glimpse of pink, a whiff of glitter or the tapping of the boots a flicker of the wings anything.
Where could he have possibly gone?
And it was worse now, if possible, because it was around lunchtime --glancing down at the watch flickerflickerflicker-- and that only complicated the matters more than it had to because it being lunchtime meant more people out about the corridors and more people was bad. Because even though some people were... were okay, most people just wasn't and all of them, good or bad, would jump at the chancesight of Chou-chan because it was just the way it was. Because Chou-chan was cute and pink and shiny and.. and just Chou-chan.
Because Chou-chan was --the goodnicebright one anyway; Yamagawa wasn't entirely sure about the.. the otherChouperson-- good, good in a cute innocent pure untainted bright shinning way, and shinybrightcute things were so very rare, so very precious sought after around here and Yamagawa had seen too many, too many shinybrightones justlikeChouchan --though not as pure not as brightshiny-- reduced to nothing more than shivering heap of nothing on the floor too many little ones too many of them lost in a corner too many--
The redhead closed his eyes slightly, feeling the back of his head inside his head throb painfully with somethingnothingmemories flashes of images badbitterness flickering through his mind like badly placed slideshots, some lingered more than others, some too fast to even catch any glimpse save for the redblindingredness so much of it and he couldn't let Chou-chan be like that nevereverno..!
And.. --Yamagawa realized this with a sortofmaybe sinking feeling and a bitterblack taste in the back of his throat-- and he had been the same way too, fascinatedamused in the same way by the little experiment just like others just like whathow the others would --ohgodwhatifhewastoolateNO-- as soon as he saw the trail of glitter and--
Glitter.
The male's eyes snapped open --when had he closed them? How long had he been standing there how long too long-- and Yamagawa almost frantically swept his gaze closelytightly around the floor of the corridors again, green eyes darkdarting frantic needingwantinghave to find him and--
The small patch he had found seemed to be swept slightly by a rough broom or hands --could have been scuffed by shoes you idiot damn you Yamagawa hurry..!-- but at least it was something.
And he ran.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 2:52 pm
Tea didn't get it.
"Nonononono," Zix protested quickly, clomping up to Tea's side --on purpose, because Tea obviously wasn't going to take him back unless he took drastic measures, and his best plan --shame the teary-eyed-face plan didn't work, it was a little more subtle-- needed lots of people to see, or else Tea wouldn't get it.
And that seemed to work. Manymanymany people were still watching him clomp across the floor. Either that, or he was providing a good show. Like dinner theatre or something.
Probably the second choice, but whatever. So long as people were watching.
"They're already dead," he said quickly, before Tea could actually order anything --his words gaining the blank stare of the lunchlady again. "But...but if I don't feed them..."
He took a short breath, leaning over to whisper directly in Tea's ear, "I'll be all alone." Well, that sounded a bit more melancholy than he'd been trying --he liked containing depressing feelings-- but at least sounding depressed and serious would catch Tea's attention. Might even make him wnder a bit about Zix.
Time to ruin that depressed image, then.
With a huge, heaving sobbing sound --the prelude to larger, more teary sobs-- he crumpled to the floor with his face buried in his hand, shoulders shaking slightly with authentic sounding sobs --real or not, couldn't be told, but they sounded true-- crying a muffled sort of something that registered supiciously like "Tea's being a meanie!"
This was always a last resort, but it usually worked like a charm. Because observers always gave funny looks to people who made grown men cry like children, and Zix had the nagging sort of feeling that Tea would not appreciate being stared at like that. At best, Tea would drag him out by the scruff of his neck to quietly kill him, but at least even that would eventually get him sent to the morgue.
And if this didn't work, he was out of ideas, but he'd probably think of something.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 3:28 pm
They're already dead.
Dead, as in dead as a ******** doornail. Dead.
Tea gritted his teeth tightly, the only outward sign of it being the slight tightening of expression. Of course the teary eye thingwhateverdammit would not work. No, Tea had outgrown that look years ago. You would too after spending your time in a gigantic and expanding Italian household seemingly full of black-clad middle-aged aunts and grandmothers and numerous girls.
Tea had always wondered what happened to all the males. Sure, they were around, but being the last child meant that he was never allowed to go off from apron strings. Until he came here, of course.
"And the problem was?" He said, more than a little annoyed --because they were dead and dead things didn't need to eat even if they were birds despicable disgusting birds but they were dead-- and his headache was starting up again and it was all Zix's fault even though he was the one who maybekindof gave Tea the aspirin so he should be thankful but he wouldn't because he still had the headache and it was all the necromancer's fault--
And all those people were still watching them.
And Zix was too close.
The tanned assistant couldn't help the slight shivershudder at the whisper, a whiff of warm breath against his ear, though he didn't know why and not knowing why he did that was somehow worse than knowing, and Tea took a small step away to one side, eyes flashing annoyedangrysomething at the necromancer.
Or more correctly, the top of his head.
Tea blinked, handsarms coming up to cross in front of his chest as he stared wordlessly and --even though it made him all the more annoyed-- a little confusedannoyedguiltily at the crumpled form of Zix. Was he.. was he crying? Even though the entire effect was ruined by the 'meanie' mumblething, the thing looked.. pathetic. Helpless.
And most people would would think that because they were still staring. Tea didn't like being stared at. Didn't. It made him feel too much like.. like a caged animal or a showcase. A freak. And that wasn't a good feeling.
Sighing, Tea made his way across to where the necromander was, softly --but not softly softly because Zix was annoying-- prodding the other's side with the tip of his shoe. Hey, he was on the floor. Cafeteria floor. Tea wasn't about to touch him or anything. "---Fine." An exasperatedannoying sigh. "We'll go see to your stupid birds."
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