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"Lay low...yes we understand." Otori nodded as he stood beside Watari, handing over the packet and shooting Micheal a look to make sure that this was understood. No foolish actions, not even demonic pranks, were ok right now. It would destroy him if they were forced apart and punished again. Worse yet, they could be banished to hell, or even erased from existence altogether.
Listening to Watari still, Otori tried to keep up with the scientist's quick words.
"Yes, one year ago, roughly. I can't say for sure how I got the hair in my hand. Saved who? Yes, it was some sort of basement. Do you know something about what happened?"

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"I wish you could remember everything, Kazu. Even though I know it would hurt you now. That would at least allow for...for some sort of closure. And I know that everything that happened, though it was you, it was out of your control. I mean, look at you! It's like you're a completely different person now, like you were possessed or something." The shinigami laughed as though that were absurd, despite his own experience with demonic possession when everything had happened with Hijiri.
"But...you know...even if you don't ever really remember, it's ok! We get to start anew, and this time we get to be together." Tsuzuki finished pulling his clothes on, though they were wrinkled and he looked a bit of a mess in them, and he approached Muraki from behind, wrapping his arms around the doctor.
"Oh look, its raining." he pointed out absently.

((Iie. Waiting on Nil-sama...though I guess you could interject something if you wish...))

...like you were possessed or something...

Kazutaka shook his head slightly, "I don't mind the pain if I remember. Starting anew... it..." the doctor sighed slightly, rubbing his eyes tiredly with one hand. "It wouldn't be fair to you, Asato."
Muraki gently put his other hand over Tsuzuki's own around his waist. The silver-haired man watched the rain fall from outside the hotel window.
"You're carrying around a lot of unresolved problems regarding me... I know it. I can feel it. It wouldn't be fair to make you suffer through those problems whenever you saw or spoke to me... especially when I don't know the entire story."

...like you were possessed or something...

That one sentence continued to run through the man's mind however... haunting him.
Had he been possessed?
His little episode in the bathroom had suggested as much... a split personality at the very least!
Neither of those would bode well for the shinigami.
Especially with what 'Saki' was wanting him to do.
Who's to say that Muraki may wake up one morning with a dead partner in his bed... and not have the faintest clue of how it'd happened?



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Amber eyes closed for a long moment, before Watari pulled out his cell phone.
He didn't answer Otori immediately... and instead dialed Tsuzuki Asato's own number.
As it rang, only then did he reply to the angel and demon before him. "One year ago, a collegue of mine went ballistic, for good reason, and was the one responsible for killing that silver haired man. Or so we wanted to think..."
"Tsuzuki?" the scientist spoke when his friend eventually DID answer the phone. "Remember when Bon said Muraki was alive... yeah well I'm standing here talking to the person who was in charge of saving him... and he didn't do it."
In other words, something else had saved the mad doctor.
And if an angel hadn't managed to pull Muraki from that fiery hell... the blond really didn't want to speculate on who... or WHAT... had...



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(((OOC: OKAY here's what happened to me to make me all MIA, hehe.
Sunday I got home from work then went BACK to work to eat dinner. When I got home I was feeling kinda bleh so I went to bed.
Monday... I was hit with my worst flu in memory.
I ended up being curled into a ball of agony and misery Mon-Thurs.
Friday, I actually started to feel better... but Mon-Thurs I was so sick I couldn't get out of bed. I didn't sleep at all Monday or Wednesday.
The sucky thing was I worked every day last week, so I had to call in and miss a week of work! I felt so horrible about it!
But then I felt better on Friday and then went to work Saturday evening.
I worked this morning too, so now I'm alive!
Oh, but I'll be out of town Tues and Wednesday (maybe not Wed night). I don't work tomorrow though, thank goodness...)))

(((OOC: Just bumping the thread. Waiting on Ani-chan, hehehe.)))

(((OOC: Hehehe, no problem!)))

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Click
Watari blinked, pulling his cellphone away from his ear and staring at it as if the contraption had grown a second head.
"He... hung up on me!" the scientist spoke, obviously put off by this.
There were two reasons Tsuzuki would do that, especially to Watari.
The first, was if Tsuzuki was doing something incredibly stupid and didn't want anyone else to know.
The second... was if he was in trouble and it wasn't Tsuzuki who had hung up but someone else...
Amber eyes focused on Otori and Micheal, "Well... apparently there's a little problem. As much as I really do want to learn exactly what happened with your charge, Otori-san... I'm afraid Tsuzuki may need some backup at the moment. Can I trust the two of you to stay here until I get back?"



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Tsuzuki's strange behavior sent warning signals through the doctor's mind.
"You shouldn't be here..." he spoke carefully, moving over to where his own clothes where. "Not after what I've done to you before... I... I doubt whoever it was on the phone would understand if they knew you were here." he threw a slightly sad smile the shinigami's way.

Micheal pulled a rather odd looking face, obviously trying to look like a scolded child. "I suppose we can find something to occupy ourselves." He grinned, then added. "How thick would you say the walls between this apartment and those next door are?" The demon was trying to get some reaction out of the angel. There was alot of catching up for the two of them to do. With the angel present, there was little Micheal would do to jeopardize their reunion.

Beginning to speak, Otori locked up at hearing what Micheal had said. Of course, he heard it when it was said, but he didn't HEAR it until a few moments later. Cheeks turning scarlet, he turned on his heel to face the demon, the feathers of his wings fluffing out a bit as he glared in a fashion that spoke of the wrath of god himself.

"Don't say that! I don't want to hear you say anything about me not belonging by your side! I mean...I..." the shinigami gritted his teeth. Of course, Muraki was right. Muraki was always right. In the past, present, and, Tsuzuki was sure, the future, this held true.
Indeed, if Watari and the others were to find out about this, it would spell disaster. With a capital D, even.
"Maybe they wouldn't understand..." Tsuzuki returned the somber smile as he followed after the doctor, taking him by the hand, "But that doesn't mean this is bad or wrong. Muraki Kazutaka...I love you."