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Meeting Miako and seeing Viddy*

This should be fun *nods*

Jiro and Luc are both sent on a training mission.. together... nasty >< Will either survive?

For right now, please go here to read about it. Once it's finished, I may or may not put it all in here X3

This was going to be rather awkward.. but it was something that needed to be done and as quickly as possible. Luc had never met Khia face to face and tell him something that he was positive he was not going to like. Though his thoughts were rampant, his face was entirely too calm as he used the protal made for him and stepped into Sanctuary, his green eyes looking around carefully. Now, from what Jiro always told him, Khia was impossible to miss... so he had to find him now. Before Jiro's condition got any worse

Khiarhu happened to be in the middle of roughhousing in the clearing to the side of the Manor; Heka, his father's lupix was snarling and growling and bashing him this way and that - a terrifying scene, certainly! Except that Khia was doing the same - and both seemed...happy, rather than angry. After all, they were playing.

The shapeshifter's head lifted and he shoved the beast's purple and black muzzle away from him for a minute - someone had arrived, someone's who's faint scent he didn't know. Heka caught it too and stilled, her fur bristling a little, though the scent was not dangerous at all...rather, it seemed this person was worried....frightened too. The dark pair picked themselves off the grass and started towards Luc; wanting to know what business brought him to the Sanctuary...

With how he was trained, he knew that his presence had been noticed and that caused him to slightly relax. Hopefully, the two beings that were coming towards him would be the one he sought. A faint sigh escaped him as he hurried this meeting along by hurrying to meet them about halfway, pausing when he saw the two in a more clear light. One was like Jiro's Hirome, so he knew that wasn't Khia. The one next to her however....

His voice was, as always, too calm for its own good as he spoke, looking the very tall Tale in the eye, though he was rather straining his neck to see all of him. "You are Khia, correct?"

The closer the boy came towards them, the better he could see and smell him - and...Jiro? Jiro's blood? He could smell it,sickly sweet... coppery.... mingling with this person's scent, as well as others. Some say that violence doesn't have a scent, but Khia would disagree; what he scented was violence, and it made his fur ripple in a most unpleasant manner. "Heka, stay."

Crimson eyes glittered brightly as the shapeshifter came the rest of the way without his huge companion. "...Yes." His tail flicked behind his thick legs, and he tilted his head to better size up this diminutive person that carried the red head's too familiar scent. "What business have you here?"

A sad type of smirk appeared on Luc's face. "You can smell it, can't you? Jiro's blood is on me... you need to come with me to our home. I'm Jiro's brother, Luc.... he needs you. I could go into details, but I don't think that it'd be best, so I'll get straight to the point. Jiro was attacked not too long ago, but a couple who seem to want him to be destroyed. Thankfully, I managed to be in the area and stopped them before they succeeded in their wish..."

He had to stop because his fingers were twitching and he curled them tightly into a fist as he pushed down the rage that was still inside of him. "I stopped as much blood flow as I could, but there's still too much that he lost. He requested I bring you before he passed out..."

Those bright, jewel-like eyes narrowed, and an involuntary growl rose in the beasts throat, but he reined in his temper, his demons, and nodded tersely to Luc. "Take me to him."

The shapeshifter said nothing more than that; there was no need. Luc knew he could scent the boy's blood on him, just as surely as Luc knew the bond between the pair that had prompted Jiro to ask for him. If Luc couldn't help Jiro, maybe Khia could...Syrie couldn't be asked - the shapeshifter dismissed that thought quickly, his parent would die if he tried, and it wasn't a case of him being willing to swap lives - he would have them both by his side, one way or another.

Nodding curtly, he took his own locket and spun the spell that would take them directly to Jiro's room without another word. He knew that would be Khia's responce. The way his entire aura changed proved what Jiro had always told him. They were close.. their bond was a very powerful thing. He waited for Khia to step through before he followed, closing the time rip behind him before it sent them both into the overly large room.

Right then, Sah was the one by Jiro's side, mopping up the sweat that had appeared on the boy's forehead as he slept. He looked relieved as he saw the two of them appear but he didn't get up. "I'm glad you found him quickly, Luc."

"Least I could do." He tried not to look at his brother, seeing him so still, so pale.. it bothered him more than he wished to admit at the moment. "I'll go get some more herbs..." He then headed out to do so. He would try to help in his own way. Sah stood finally and went to Khia's side.

"He'll know you're here now... maybe he'll wake up for you..."

Khia didn't hesitate at all, but plunged through the portal and into the room that smelled of fever, blood, and Jiro. His lips skinned back in a snarl, but he shook his head and forced the anger down - it didn't do Jiro any good if he was raging like an animal!

"Has a healer been called?" The question fell from the shapeshifter's malformed muzzle with a throaty sort of rumble behind it, even as he moved past Sah to sit at Jiro's side; long, furry black fingers reached out to gently touch the boy's cheek, brushing back a few firey strands of hair. "Jiro...I'm here..." It wasn't really a question, so much as the teen verifying that fact - he knew Jiro's family would never just let him die.

As always, the under tone of the beasts's coat reflected his inner emotions, and right then the colors were chaotic, angry...scared and worried...everything all at once - Jiro looked so pale, so fragile laying there!

"Yes, we summoned Akiya from work.. but he's far away at the moment and to use portals is forbidden so he has to come home the old way. But he's on his way now.." Whenever Akiya had to meet with the Gate Keepers of their kind, he wasn't allowed to use portals in such a chaotic area. "We think he's stable. I used some of my own magic.. but whatever that blade was made of.. it did a lot more damage that a typical blade. I fear it might be poisoned.. but it's not like we're getting answers from his attackers." Sah was trying his best not to cry at the sight of his little boy looking so pale and sickly. It frightened him, that something worse could happen to him.

Jiro's head slowly shifted as he felt Khia's familiar touch and he tried to open his eyes to see him, but could only manage to crack them open into slits. "K... Kh...ia..." It hurt for him to speak and the shapeshifter could hear gargling as he tried to take in a breath. "Knew... you'd... come..." He tried to smile but it hurt to move so he didn't bother.

"Of course I came....now lay still, you need to save your strength..." Painful as it might have been for Jiro's Sah, it was doubly so for the black beast that was gingerly settling next to the small boy - the pair had a bond that bound them together very strongly. Khia fought hard internally to keep his temper in check, to keep himself in check until Jiro was out of danger - he could do this for the red head, until Akiya reached Jiro, Khia would wait and comfort him.

"Akiya will be here soon, Imp....and you will be well. We'll go swimming again...and lay in the hammock together, alright?" A long pink tongue flicked out against the firey haired boy's cheek once, twice.

Nodding slightly, Jiro did manage a smile this time around. He knew that seeing him like this was truly upsetting to Khia and he wanted to do something; hold him, comfort him, anything, but he couldn't make his body respond. "So.. loud... h-his.. screams..." They were still echoing inside his head, the Other's pain filled cries and need for the pain to stop. It had affected both of them..

Sah then stepped closer and watched the two of them together, feeling their bond as clearly as he felt his bond with Akiya. "From what Luc told me when I got here, there were only two... the blade they used is one I've never seen before... we want to move him off the bed to another one.. a cleaner one... but I'm not strong enough to lift him like that. And Jiro wanted to see you as soon as possible..."

Sah wasn't strong enough to lift him without jarring the injuries, making them worse - but Khia was, and while he didn't glance at the small worried man, his ears flicked a little - he was listening. "I know...it'll be alright...I promise...." So he didn't jar the small boy, Khia shifted just a little - changing his arms enough that he could slide them under Jiro without jostling him too much - before he lifted that slight body. The scent of blood was tugging at his senses sharply, calling to his wilder side, but he continued to squash it down for the boy's sake.

"Where do you want him?" Despite the teen's size and appearance, he could be amazingly gentle, and he was proving it with how he was holding the red head; unfortunately, it was getting harder on him to control himself, and little tiny hairline cracks were appearing in the gems embedded into his bracers...

"In the room next door. It's the other room he has... there's a large futon in there that we can set him upon." Sah mainly just wanted to get him out of this room that was filled with blood and evil intent. It was making his stomach twist in knots and he had no idea how it affected Jiro or Khia. Leading the way, he pushed the door open and let them in. This room was much smaller than his normal bedroom, more a typical size for a bedroom for once. The futon was easy to spot. "Place him there..."

Jiro was watching Khia carefully, noticing that the thick blood scent was making him edgy and his brows shifted in worry. "K-Khia... I'll.. be... okay..."

Khia carried the robe-clad child over to the futon and set him down gently - likely the blood would ruin not only the bed in the other room, but also this futon; but he didn't care. It was worrying that Jiro was so pale looking, but there wasn't anything he could do about it - Khia had no magical skills beyond his shapeshifting, and he'd never felt more useless.

"I know..I know you will..." He skinned his lips back in a frightening grin before licking the boy's cheek again. "You can't get rid of me that easy, Jiro."

"Don't... want.. to be.. rid of you..." Though it hurt him, he reached up and touched Khia's cheek gently, his eyes only focused on him and him alone. He knew that Sah was int he room and soon Luc would be as well, but he was worried about Khia. Given how his temper could be, he was afraid he would do something that would cause him to hurt himself. And that was something he wanted to avoid. "S-Stay..?" His eyes were getting heavy again. Just doing this much was so incredibly taxing on him.

Long black fingers curled around Jiro's hand, holding it tightly. "I'm not going anywhere, Chibi. You just rest right now, okay? Lay still and rest for me..." He didn't want the boy straining himself too much more, it would harm the chances of him recovering - where the hell was Akiya!? The lashing of the black beast's tail spoke volumes on how agitated and tensed he actaully was.

He tried to hold Khia's hand back, he truly did, but all the shapeshifter felt was a faint pressure before he was out like a light again, just as Akiya slammed into the room, looking rumpled, out of breath and worried.

Listening as his mate explained everything to him as quickly as he could, he went next to Jiro, not about to tell Khia to move and looked him over. His eyes narrowed as he felt how much blood he had truly lost and how it was still not stopping. It should have stopped ages ago. Brushing some hair off Jiro's sweaty forehead, he pressed a soft kiss onto it before he sighed. "He's lost too much... we'll need to do a transfusion..."

"But... he's already done one with Angelus... what'll happen if he does another one with someone else?"

"I don't know... but it needs to be done and now... or else my healing him will do nothing... I don't think if he does a transfusion with another, it'll affect Angelus..." He then looked at Khia, the question easy to read and he was positive he knew his answer. But it was always wise to ask. It would make their bond stronger than ever... but they didn't know if there would be any after effects.

Khia understood Akiya's unspoken question almost before the man looked at him - mix his tainted blood with Jiro's? He had no choice! The great beast dipped his head and whuffed - at least he was big, there was a lot of blood that they could take...and he'd give it all if that's what was needed. "Take all of it, if you need it...just do it."

His tail swished and he thought about it a moment, would his fur inhibit the process? It was thick, silky along his body, though some places it was cropped closely...he supposed Akiya would say something about it if it would pose a problem.

"I won't need all..." Nodding to Sah, who looked more than worried before he ran off to get his supplies, akiya shrugged out of the huge longcoat he had been wearing, setting it aside. "I can heal Jiro while your blood is going into his body. It'll help me be able to reconstruct the parts of his body that was heavily damaged by that blade." Drawing ina deep breath, he calmed himself down before he began to draw the needed symbols intot he air to begin the spell. Dark blue flared into being with each completed symbol and they spun around both Khia and Jiro a moment before settling onto JIro's forehead, still glowing garishly bright.

Sah nudged his mate lightly in the back and extended the small machine that he would need to do the transfer. Taking it, he looked over at Khia before he grew thoughtful. "Is there a way you can make your arm less furred? It'll be hard to find veins any other way..."

Another shake of that great horned head, and Khia flexed the arm closest to Akiya, narrowing his eyes as the flesh reshaped itself to something very similiar to human, only with a dark hue to it. "Whatever it takes, I want him whole again."

There was a dangerous sort of fire glowing in the shapeshifter's eyes; eyes much the color of the blood staining the small boy beside him. It was so hard, so very hard to hold himself in check when all he wanted to was to destroy whomever had harmed Jiro like this - he'd rip them apart with his claws and slash them open with his fangs, oh yes...indeed.

Thanking him with a faint smile, he took one needled end and carefully inserted it into one of the thicker veins he could readily see, watching Khia's blood flow to a small container in the center before he covered the needle with a bandage and worked on Jiro's arm, holding it like he would a fragile glass doll. Only a flicker of pain showed in Jiro's face as he large needle was inserted, but then it quickly passed again. "I will make him whole again, don't you worry..." Akiya refused to let any of his children die. Not under his watch.

Motioning to Sah, who took his position by a small pump, they both got to work, watching the blood shift into Jiro's small body. But while the thick liquid was entering, Akiya was casting his healing spell on him, placing a hand over his chest and focusing all of his energy there. That was where the most damage had been inflicted. Strange thing though was that Khia could feel where the damage was the second his blood entered the red head's. He could feel the pain coursing through him and he knew that his heart had been badly slashed up in this attack.

But if Khia had tried to do anything against their attacked, Akiya would have to stop him, even though he would have allowed it. But these two had to hae a reason for doing something this dangerous. Maybe they could answer some of the questions that surrounded the tiny Tale. "It's working..."

Khia hissed in a sharp breath the moment he felt the boy's pain, and the cracks in the gems grew deeper, more defined; he was under control then only because he was more worried for the small boy beside him than he was on taking revenge. "Jiro...it'll be okay..." He licked at the boy's face again, tail twitching just a little; the sensation of blood being drawn from his veins didn't bother him so much as the other's pain made him see red.

"Good." It was good Jiro was healing...but the black beast did wonder at how wise it was to merge his blood with Jiro's.... Still, so long as it worked - that was all that mattered.

It took about a half hour before Akiya stopped the transfusion and then just focused on healing Jiro completely. He was more relieved to see color returning to his pale face and seeing him react to Khia's lick with a tiny nose wrinkle. The boy would need a lot of rest before he would be able to do much of anything, but he was out of danger.. finally. Feeling almost completely wasted emotionally, Akiya rubbed at his temples, not noticing Sah cleaning up behind him, bandaging both Khia and Jiro's arms before he headed out to make them all something to drink. "He'll need a lot of rest.. and so will you. No matter how much or how little is given, it is tiring to take away one's blood. If you'd like you can rest with Jiro. The futon is big enough. Hopefully.. if his own healing kicks up again, he'll wake up sometime tomorrow..."

The shapeshifter growled a response - he didn't want to lay down, he wanted to hunt the bastards that had hurt Jiro! However, he knew Akiya was right, his body was fatigued - after all, he felt the boy's pain too! "Nnnn thank you. I will lay with him, guard him until he wakes." The shifter returned his arm to it's usual silky state, the small puncture wound from the needle having already healed - he healed rapidly on his own, be it Tome magic, or his own.

"Jiro....rest easy, I won't let anyone touch you...." The big teen did one more shift, going to his fully beast form and curling around the child, his great shaggy head resting beside Jiro's head as he slept; eyes glittering brightly as he lay there.

Knowing that his son was in good hands with Khia, actually there was no one safer than the shifter, he left them alone, closing and locking the door just in case. He took a few minutes to get himself back to rights and try not to get ill because he did get sick if he used too much of his magic (something of his own doing), his eyes glowed with unholy murder as he left to go speak to the ones who did this. He didn't tell Khia where they were being held because he had the feeling he knew exactly what he would have done. And he didn't blame him... not in the least.

Feeling ever so much better, Jiro only made a faint sound in his sleep before he slowly shifted to lean against Khia as best he could, one arm wrapping about his head. He felt.. rather different... the heartbeat was louder now... his scent was stronger. By the time the next morning rolled around, he had opened his eyes and was focused only on Khia, his fingers gently caressing his furry head.

Sleeping wasn't an option for Khiarhu, but he did cat nap and doze fitfully during the night - Akiya was wise in not telling Khia they had captured the ones responsible...it likely would have caused the beast to go berserk and destroy them. For anyone messing with Jiro, there was indeed a fate worse than death, and it's messinger was Khia.

Morning found him catnapping, his ears flicking at the soft touches on his head. "...Auuu..." The shapeshifter lifted his great shaggy head with a chuff and licked at Jiro's cheek; he was sleepy, but as long as the red head was well nothing else mattered.

A little smile showed on the red head's usually stoic face at the lick and he continued to caress him like that. His body was still being sluggishly slow to respond to his mental commands, but he did manage to nuzzle against him all the more. He knew Khia as well as Khia knew him. Khia wanted to get revenge for this attack.. and he wouldn't stop him. He knew this was because of the deep amounts of caring the two shared for each other.

"Khia..." He pressed a small kiss to his muzzle, his eyes closing for a moment in order to breathe in his wonderful scent all over again. "So glad you came for me..."

((TBC Maybe?))