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 Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:58 pm
(I might fill this out later. Probably, maybe.)
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 10:37 pm
Michael hadn't stopped making a fuss since the man had started them down the hall; refusing at first before a strong hand had clamped down on his shoulder and forcefully shoved him ahead. It was like having a metal bar strapped around his very bones; guiding him in front of the man who had suddenly just directed him away from his searching.
"I said geddoff 'a me! What'cha wan'? I wasn' doin' nothin'! b*****d.." The asian huffed, trying to tug his legs out from under himself like a child that didn't want to go somewhere.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 10:51 pm
Isaaru growled loudly as he pushed Fey along, even though the smaller male put up somewhat of a fight on the way to the room, Isaaru was still much stronger than him and easily overpowered him.
He opened the sliding door to his room, shoving the smaller male inside, the floor was wooden, and the room itself was actually rather pleasant looking, compared to this demon's appearance.
The room was decorated in that of an old-fashioned Japanese mansion's, there was even a small pond built in that housed a few Koi fish.
Isaaru stepped into the room and slammed the sliding door behind him, looking down at the young man with an expression that could freeze one in their tracks with fear.
"My name is Isaaru." He said, though sounded less than pleased when he spoked with the small, disobediant male.
"You will not do anything without asking me first." He instructed, and with that said, he headed over to a small area in the room that had a small coffee table, with pillows as seats. He poured himself a glass of green tea, stacks and stacks of ancient Japanese war books scattered all over the room in a disorganized fashion, a few strewn out across the table he sat at.
He sipped from his cup and pondered, the steam brushing against his nose as he thought, he wondered what purpose the small slave could serve to him. The only reason he'd purchased one was because he needed help understanding Mortals and their needs, so he would be able to fulfill his own.
He wasn't familiar with the way Mortals functioned and though he was a demon, in the Mortal realm, he had needs like a Mortal had. Though, he couldn't even figure out the basics for the life of him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 10:59 pm
Michael stood in place a moment, blinking. Had the man really just slammed a sliding door? What effect did he really think that would have? It sounded almost like a belt snapping together; but rice paper and wood never did have the same lively stinging sound of leather.
"An what makes y'think I'm gonna do that?" He asked in a suddenly irritated tone, shoving his hands into his pockets. His shoes were still in his room, and he'd be damned if he was going to leave the red leather boots for someone else to take. And what authority did this man have over him? Just suddenly happening upon him in the hall...he thought they were supposed to be bought..or something. Right? Though it sounded stupid in his head, wanting to see a receipt. Hell..even if he had been bought, he doubted he'd be so inclined to simply roll over and obey like a whipped puppy. Respect was earned. Not bought or transfered with a bit of paper.
"An what'm I supposed t' be here anyways? Gonna dress me up, 'n make me part of the deca'rations?" He asked in an unamused; even dry tone. This was getting more and more irritating. The tea smelled nice enough, but there wasn't any food here. Paper walls were easy enough to get through..
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 11:07 pm
Isaaru shot an irritated glare at the other male as he'd interrupted his trail of thought, his eyes narrowing, he set the cup down on the table and stood. He walked toward Michael, his bare feet padding against the wooden floor, he approached him. He reached out and grabbed on of the other male's arms firmly and pulled him toawrd his body, so they were standing close. Looking down at him now, his facial expression blank but an obvious rage flaring up in his red pupils,"You will teach me how to be a Mortal." He demanded.
He turned, still holding onto the smaller male's arm, he tugged him toward the table and shoved him down onto one of the pillows, before taking a seat himself.
He poured another glass of green tea, and slammed the cup down on the table infront of Michael, not on purpose, though the anger seemeed to be getting the best of him.
"I am a demon. And I wish to understand Mortals." He said, trying to put it as simple as he could, unsure if Michael would be able to understand what he was saying or not.
He had a strong accent in his voice that was obviously Japanese, but he was able to form the words well enough to be understood by any simpleton.
As he looked at Michael, he'd realized the piercings, giving off a silvery glint in the lantern-lit room. He hadn't noticed them before, because the Slavewing was so dark. The hoops and studs were somewhat entrancing, unable to turn his eyes away for a few moments, before finally catching himself, shaking his head.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 11:21 pm
"Well, looks like y'got the emotions part down!" Michael said in a huff, settling himself more firmly on the floor. It was as though his protests and sullen remarks were just floating by the man's head. Ooh, his anger was proof enough that he heard them; but he was playing it as though if he ignored the asian boy's protests, they would go away. But Michael was a creature made for complaints..where one went away, another would surely follow. Except in the case where he was happy.
"One thing mortals need is food. Y'do eat...don'cha? Food? huh?" He was not happy. And his tone was softly mocking, half open and curious. As though he truly weren't sure the demon would know. He understood his request well enough, understood what he was saying and even what he wanted. It even made sense. But how in the hell do you teach someone what being mortal is? Like trying to explain to a penguin what it's like to fly..let's see..mental dictionary..Mortal: CAN DIE. Oh well. He picked up his cup of tea, sipping at it even though he didn't need to. His body heat was almost as hot as that in the cup, and it barely felt warmer than luke warm water to him. Mmm..yummy...he frowned at the cup.
Needed honey.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 11:33 pm
Isaaru was looking at the other, and for a few moments, it seemed he was paying attention, but after a while, it was evident that all of Michael's words were flying over his head.
He blinked slightly, and a small smirk played on his lips, but he obviously wasn't about to explain by that very smirk had appeared at all. "I only eat souls, Michael..." He finally replied to what the small Asian boy had said, taking another sip from his Green tea.
He'd noticed the other's frown at the cup, and realized he'd forgotten to add honey to it. He scoffed slightly, pushing a small cup with a lid ontop of it toward the smaller Male, there was honey inside. Though, Isaaru wasn't particularly fond of sweets, he didn't mind a hint of honey added to his tea from time to time.
"Michael." He spoke up, his eyes turning to the opened Japanese book infront of him,"There is a small pond. Please go bathe, you reek..." He seethed, even though Michael probably couldn't smell it, he gave off a scent that smelled like that of the filthy Slavewing he'd been in, and it was beginning to give Isaaru a migrain, his nose being rather senstive to strong, offensive odors.
"Just mind the Koi fish while you're in there." He warned him, his eyes suddenly shooting up from the book to Michael. Isaaru apparantly cared deeply for the Koi fish, they were beloved pets, and even sacred to him in a way, as they were an important symbol from his homeland.
"After you bathe, I will show you your bed, and a list of chores I will have you complete every day." He explained, a bored expression on his face as he flipped a page in his book.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 11:44 pm
"Well, I bet they taste like sewage.." The boy murmured under his breath. Souls. Typical. Alright, so he'd never seen a demon himself, and they'd never been described to him as humanoid before. Birdlike, yes. Freaky as hell, sure. But not with a real face and everything. It just seemed the thing to eat, if one was a demon.
He took the pot of honey with almost childish eagerness before trying to stomp it back down; his bright sparkling expression going back to the dull sullenness he tended to wear. The man hadn't earned half an ounce enough of his respect to be familiar enough to see how he was feeling. Not by far. He took some honey and stirred it into his tea, almost melting at the taste. Green tea itself always tasted too leafy. And he was nothing that quite liked leaves. But with honey...that was a taste you could curl up in front of a fire with. He started to purr and pushed that back down with a cough; pressing his lips into a firm line as he listened to the man. He was being quiet but a moment.
"Bath? I've wanted a bath since I first got here! D'ja think I look like s**t 'cause I like it?" He asked in an overly excited voice, upending his tea in what he knew to be a very uncivilized manner as he licked the sugary sweet taste off his lips. Koi. He could mind the koi. He'd lived in Japan until he was three, but his Grandfather had made sure he knew at least a few things about his own culture that had more to do with actual history instead of just manners.
"If ya don' feed me though, I might find my way int' some very well aged Sushi." He teased, almost scrambling in his eagerness to get at the bit of water. He hadn't thought far enough ahead yet to know the water was going to be damned cold. Like putting someone with a fever into an ice bath...ooh he would want to cry once he was done.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 12:01 am
Isaaru simply arched a brow at what the other said, not giving any verbal respond, but a simply curious expression on his handsome face. He watched Michael hurry over to the pond, watching for a few moments before turning his eyes to the book infront of him, lifting the glass of tea to his lips and sipping.
He finished his glass and stood up, pulling his hair back into a ponytail before grabbing the book up from the table and walking over to one of the stacks. He set the book down, then glanced over to Michael once again, a tired feeling coming over him. The overly-energetic young man really wore him out, and he wondered if he could take a nap without the human going around and getting himself in trouble.
"Mortals." He grumbled to himself, walking over to his mat with a rather large bottle of sake awaited him. He laid on his side, pouring the sake into a small glass, before sipping it down. Yet, it would take alot more than just one bottle to get him drunk, being a demon, he obviously had a high tolerance for any thing. Especially against diseases or illness, so a little sake wouldn't hurt.
From his mat, he would see the pond, watching carefully, but quickly looking away whenever Michael's eyes turned in his direction, trying to play it off as if he hadn't been staring at all.
He wasn't exactly attracted to the young male, not that he would know it if he was, but he was naturally very, very curious.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 12:14 am
Michael wasn't slow to undress himself, folding the clothes that could actually be saved a bit away from the pond. He was dirty enough as it was, and he didn't want to hurt the poor fish simply dumping what amounted to a bucket of mud on them. The first touch of cold water sent a chill up his spine like an arrow made of ice; making him actually cry out before he bit on his bottom lip and forced himself in. Ooh he was going to be shivering for hours, but he got to get clean. And play with fishes. Alright, childish, but at least he was easy to please once his mouth was shut.
He actually glanced back a couple times to make sure the demon male wasn't being overly protective of his little pets. When he was sure he wasn't being stared at, he let his hands out; sinking into the water to his chin to let the agitated fish swim past his fingers. Koi were gentle things...bigger the older they got..so shiny and beautiful if well cared for..so long as they didn't fight each other or other animals. So elegant...and they felt silky to the touch. At least under water. Like living bits of cloth filled with muscle. So soft...so strong and firm. He could have sat there petting the things for hours, and probably would have if the water were warmer; but then..boiled fish were hardly as much fun to play with.
With chattering teeth he finished washing himself off, getting his hair under the water. It wasn't as clean when he was done as it would have been with shampoo, and he had half a mind to comment on the fact that he had just bathed in fish poo..but somehow he thought implying that the man's fish were filthier than he had been before would have been a step above his usual teasing. At least most of his comments had some small basis in truth. And in truth...he'd been far dirtier than the fish.
" 'S-s-sss c-c-c-cold-cold in th-there." He chattered out, hardly any regard for the fact that he wasn't wearing clothes as he wandered back inside. The smell of Sake was strong and stinging, almost made him want to bury his head in the pond and take a good breath. But he was inside; a bit better off than before. Didn't change the fact that his lips were a funny color that really required snow to accomplish. He made a mental note not to spend so much time playing with the fishies next time. Maybe if he wasn't wet head to toe, maybe..
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 12:34 am
Isaaru looked up as Michael walked back inside, blinking slightly as he was nude and shivering. Bathing in the pond had never been a problem with Isaaru, because his body temperature was much, mucher warmer than that of a regular human's, so the temperature of the pond water wasn't as effective.
He bit his lip slightly, thinking for a moment before he stood up and walked to a wardrobe, opening up the bottom drawer and pulling out a robe. He quickly hurried to Michael and pulled the robe around the smaller male's shoulders, frowning slightly at him. He wasn't really attached to the young man, he'd only done it because he was afraid he would get sick, and if Michael died because of an illness, it would've been a huge waste of money.
"I apologize. I will have to get a hot spring installed." He said to the other, though a blank expression on his face, it was apparant he was worried. "Your clothes are filthy too." He said, sighing and shaking his head, he moved back over to the wardrobe and opened the drawers to see if he could find anything Michael could wear until he could get the clothes washed and dried. Yet, all of Isaaru's clothes were much too big for Michael, and he feared that the other male might ruin them.
"Well." He said, looking over to the other,"We will have to buy you some new clothes." He said.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 12:44 am
Michael cuddled the robe around himself as though he were determined to make it one piece of himself. He was only half listening as he nodded, a little smile curling the edges of his lips. The man was already offering him things. And he had thought; seriously thought this guy would be someone to tell him to get on with it, and make him keep using the hot water. His head was starting to ache, and he couldn't help standing closer and closer to the near radiating heat of the man. He didn't notice when he was still warm, but the demon ran warmer than normal human. It almost burnt his chilled skin to be so close to a heat source so soon, but he didn't care. His toes hurt.
"Mm..n-n-new-new clothes..s-s...s-s-sounds g-good.." he murmured out, curling and uncurling his toes against the floor. Surly behavior in the face of severe chill seemed to be not worth his time. The demon had said 'sorry' to boot. If that wasn't a gift after being shoved here, then nothing else was. He bundled the robe thicker around his neck and hips, drawing it tight against his body as though even the small circle at the bottom were threatening to leak in more cool air than he wanted, tipping his head back to look at the red eyed man.
" 's-yer name..?" He asked in a voice soft and meek as anything. He was going to have to knock off this little boy crap; and soon. Or he'd be in a hard sulk tomorrow, and no happier for it. Knew it, knew he wouldn't like it later, but he felt like frozen crap. He was allowed to act as little as he really was...for a little bit.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 12:58 am
Isaaru looked at the other curiously as he'd come particularly close, his head tilting slightly as he looked at Michael. He made an irritated face, pushing the other away slightly,"Theres a blanket on your mat." He said, pointing to Michael's mat, which was next to his own mat, that way when they were sleeping at night, Isaaru would wake up quickly if anything happened to Michael while he was sleeping.
"Go lay down." He instructed in a firm, demanding voice as he walked back over by the table, a small cooking stove near it. He opened a cooking book, reading it and looking over the words, but only frustrating himself and getting confused. He tried his best to follow the instructions, even though making stew was relatively simple, he just couldn't get it straight.
He growled loudly to himself as he tried cooking the stew, though he didn't have alot to work with.
He was able to make a relatively decent stew with what he had, pouring it into a bowl and then walking over to Michael's mat.
He set the bowl down, then moved to sit on his own mat, pouring himself another cup of sake and downing it, heaving a relieved sigh.
Even though the slave seemed he as more trouble than he was worth, Isaaru wasn't about to let his hard-earned money go to waste. He intended on caring for the slave, but he reminded himself he would have to use firm discipline, and that he shouldn't become attached. Slaves were slaves, nothing more, nothing less. Though, it's somewhat difficult to become less than a slave.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 10:43 am
Michael had laid himself out on the mat, huddling in the robe like a child under the biggest blanket he could find. The smell of the stew had him smiling as he inched toward the bowl. He wasn't a dog, he wasn't going to lap at it like one...but he was tempted. Stay inside the warm cocoon he had been given, stretch his head out. Alright, so he wasn't cold enough to pretend he didn't know better.
"Sank'ou." He said as he moved to sit up; going off the mat as he expected he wasn't allowed to eat on it. He would probably make a mess on accident anyways. He picked up the bowl, clinging around it much like he had the robe; sucking up it's warmth. With very little uncertainty he started in on the stew, at least having the grace to eat as though he'd had meals the rest of the day. It as the best he could do, when he was hungry and cold.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 11:57 am
Isaaru merely grumbled at the other as he refilled his small glass with sake, downing it quickly before setting the cup on the floor next to his bed and flopping down onto his back in an exhausted fashion, a loud huff escaping his chest. Yet, he didn't lay there long, standing up on his feet shortly after laying down and making his way over to the Koi fish pond. Standing next to the edge, he undressed himself and folded up his clothes, setting them aside.
He stepped down into the water, sitting on one of the smooth rocks underneathe the water's surface. The Koi fish were very fond of him, swimming up to him and nibbling on his clawed toes, swimming underneathe his bent up legs.
He smiled slightly, reaching up and tugging the tie from his hair, letting it fall down around his shoulders.
He was used to the cold water as he'd obviously bathed in the pond many times before, even when he wasn't dirty, it was very calming. But he knew that Michael was a human, and he was fragile, in some essence, so Isaaru needed to take responsibility and be a caring Master.
When he was finished, he stepped out of the water, wringing out his hair a bit before making his way inside and to the wardrobe. He didn't feel odd at all, walking around completely nude, he didn't think that it was a problem.
He pulled a robe out from the wardrobe, draping it around his shoulders and allowing it to hang open as he made his way back to the mat, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind him.
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