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Post by MAMORU on Mar 26, 2011 12:41:49 GMT -5
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Mamoru awoke to a world with no audio, no scents and no animals, immediately feeling displaced and restless. There was light and there was heat but very little else he discovered, dragging himself up and scrutinizing his surroundings with obvious suspicion. Where was he? Wouldn’t he have loved an answer to that question? A groggy, disconcerted frown broke over the god’s tired features as he shifted and stumbled, registering sand beneath his feet but not seeming to take notice that he was walking upright in a form he’d yet to fully adjust to. Likewise the fox god was oblivious to the absence of his tails as well. He was on an island of some sort, he deduced, ambling along the grainy layout with caution and care but quietly curious of what realm he’d unwittingly fallen into. Mamoru paced the area, he couldn’t have said for how long because the sun never indicated to anything but perpetual noon leaving his sense of time all the more skewed and him more than a little anxious.
He didn’t like this place. There were trees but there were no birds in them making the forest vacant and uncomfortably silent, there were no coastal breezes filtering scents from afar and leaving him with the distinct impression of total and absolute aloneness. Mamoru swallowed thickly and pressed on, walking the perimeter again and again like a mouse trapped in a circle and not realizing there was not exit. Soon though his curiosity evolved into frustration, eyes snapping with cool fire as he ground his teeth together and cast another cursory glance around him. There was nothing on this island. Nothing but sand dunes and forest and small canals void of fish and life as a whole. It was like someone had reset the world – or at the very least, this side of it. All he knew was that it was too unnerving, too quiet, too lacking, for him and hesitantly he approached the open ocean that stretched out into the horizon and gave no hint to land beyond it.
There should have been sound rising with every wave but there was nothing, absolute silence reigned or he had unknowingly become deaf. Missing aspects aside the brunette found that the water was as wet and warm as he could ever remember it to be, sloshing onto the shore and inching back in an unending tempo that wasn’t disturbed by anything other than his presence there. Apprehensively he ventured further out, once ankle deep and now the water had risen to his thighs, the pull of the waves strengthening but alarmingly they weren’t pulling him into the see when each wave receded, it only ever pushed him back toward the disturbing island behind him.
The god was no enjoying this. What trickery was this? Had there been magic involved he would have sensed it wouldn’t he? Expression darkening as a thousand conspiracies skittered through his brain he didn’t even notice he’s somehow been pushed back onto the sand – the ocean rejecting him and resettling him on the beach. It were as if it were telling him to stay there and wait, to think and not be in such a hurry to go somewhere when he found something that frightened or displeased him. Sure Mamoru didn’t speculate this in such eloquence but he did believe that he was supposed to wait there, but what for? Was he waiting for something to happen? Waiting for someone to come and get him? Waiting for Kami-sama to decide his punishment?
It jogged his memory and flashes of images and face poured in and out of his thoughts, unfocused and too quick but so familiar that he didn’t need distinction of each. He’d been banished. The sick heaviness in his gut that had been reasonably unnoticeable gained a tangible weight. He’d been locked out and stripped bare and abandoned on Earth for whoever knew how long. An unfamiliar stinging at his eyes jerked him from his thoughts and the startled look only intensified as he felt something hot and wet crawling down his face. Raising his hand and wiping it away it was soon replaced by another and another until the god finally realized he was crying. Crying of all thing was unacceptable, he told himself. Gods didn’t cry, except maybe this one.
His throat was tight and dry and uncomfortable, crying didn’t ease the discomfort nor did the sudden shaking of his world. As if he hadn’t already suffered enough the island began to shudder and roll and, quite literally, capsize. One end of his wonky island started tilting upward like it would shoot off into space while the other was steadily trying to steer them down into the ocean depths and astonishingly enough gravity still applied in his backwards reality and he was falling into the sea.
It was another jarring quake before his eyes snapped open and was assaulted by light, real light and sound and scent were soon in overabundance. He groaned pitifully, trying to turn away from it all, thoroughly disoriented but finding that something – or rather someone – was holding at his shoulder and peering down at him.
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Post by TAKUMI KAZUO on Apr 15, 2011 15:58:14 GMT -5
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i am seeing tunnel vision in a world that’s dark and cold Takumi was standing at the end of a long hallway filled with doors. He wasn’t quite sure where he was, since he had never seen any place like it before. Opening the door on his left, he couldn’t help but do a double take as he gazed upon the earliest memory he had: his 4th birthday, April 26th 1994. There were so many people there, friends and family who wanted to celebrate him, and he held a soft smile on his face as he gazed upon a younger version of himself. The younger blonde was happily running around the party, giggling and being chased by various children from the neighborhood. Feeling a tear come to his eye, he quickly closed the door and walked further down the hall, wiping the liquid from his face. The next door he opened wasn’t as pleasant as the memory before: it was the first night he was beaten for being different. Anger overcame him as he rushed into the room, throwing punches at a man he couldn’t touch. He continued to thrash about until he fell to his knees, sobbing at the fact that he couldn’t stand up to the man who terrorized him for 8 years of his life. Finally finding the nerve to leave the room, he stood and walked out while pushing the memory behind him. Closing the door, he ran. The light seemed to get brighter as he sprinted down the hallway, never stopping, never looking back, until there was nothing.
He felt so light, like he was floating in suspended animation. He had no worries, no depressed feelings, clouding his mind; it was something he could get used to. The light engulfed him from every side, making him feel that warmth he would feel when his Soba rocked him to sleep at night when he was six. It was that same feeling he would get when he prayed to the Goddess of the East, when he felt like she was listening to everything he had to say. He wanted that back; he wanted to feel it all the time. Even if he had to stay in this blinding light, stay asleep forever, he would do it just so he would never have to feel pain again. Unfortunately, the tugging at his conscious pulled him away from that light, that warmth, and he fought as hard as he could to stay there. It was like something hard a grasp on his leg and was pulling him down into the depths of darkness, drowning him with sorrow. Then he woke, coming back to reality and realizing it was all just a dream, but that warmth never went away. Furrowing his eyebrows, he tried to fall back asleep, failing horribly.
Sighing, he rolled onto his side and snuggled up closer to whatever he was sharing a space with, the thing feeling so warm and soft, almost as if he were meant to be laying here, and he couldn’t help but through an arm over it as he tried to fall back asleep. That didn’t seem like it was going to be happening any time soon, so he took a deep breath and felt soft hair tickle his nose. He unconsciously buried his nose in it, breathing in the earthy scent with a hint of sea breeze, and he tightened his hold onto his cuddle mate. His conscious registered that he was sleeping next to another person, and he vaguely wondered how he got there. His eyes refused to open, so he wasn’t quite sure if he was in his own room or someone else’s, not that he cared at the moment. If he never had to get up, he’d be content to just lay here were this person until the end of the world. Unfortunately, things don’t always go his way, and the warm skin pressing against his arm reminded him of that. The shirt of whoever he was sleeping with must have ridden up in the middle of the night. Stretching lightly, he ran his hand along the warm skin, splaying his hand out as he went.
The moment was perfect, until the smell of salty tears assaulted his senses. Finally coming to terms with the situation, he smacked himself in the forehead and dragged his hand down his face. ‘Oh dear Gods, please tell me I didn’t get drunk and take some poor girl’s virginity, because I really don’t want to explain to her that I’m gay…’ his mind trailed off as he groaned slightly. Peaking one eye open, his vision was filled with chestnut hair and a body trying to curl into its self. ‘Chestnut…hair?’ Blinking rapidly, he sat up and looked upon the person with wide eyes. ‘Jesus Christ, I was molesting a God!’ He panicked and jumped out of the bed, twisting his foot in the sheet and falling on his face. He recovered quickly though and made his way over to Mamoru, moving one of his tails to peer down at his face. The God seemed to be crying in his sleep, not even moving when Takumi pushed him onto his back, shaking him slightly. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the shorter being’s face, wiping away the streaks left by tears. Looking around, he tried to find something that just might help him wake the slumbering God when he heard a groan from below him. He crouched down and rested his chin on the bed as the powerful being gazed at him with those deep blue eyes. “Are you okay? There were tears coming out of your eyes, and I wasn’t sure what to do….so I woke you.” Blushing slightly, he decided to keep to himself the fact that he had apparently slept with the God for most of the night. He looked over at his clock and noticed it was going on 11:30 a.m. “You don’t have to get up if you don’t want to. NO one should be here, so sleep as long as you like. I can make you something to eat though, whenever you’re ready.”
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Post by MAMORU on Apr 16, 2011 9:56:18 GMT -5
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He tried to escape the light, angling his face away from where it seemed to shine brightest to no avail. He could no more elude the harsh illumination then he could the sense of loss and defeat that sprang for his still sleep-addled mind. For several long moments he couldn’t compound a proper, coherent thought. It was as if his brain had been reset leaving him empty and pristine but terribly hollow. Mamoru breathed heavily, the atmosphere suddenly thinner or maybe he was hyperventilating because of the tears he still didn’t seem to register. His next movement was to turn into that warmth, not light but genuine heat offered by the warm press of someone’s touch.
It hurt. He hurt in a way that subconsciously he knew he couldn’t, or otherwise shouldn’t, have hurt but the pain in the growing chasm within him was very real. The touch didn’t heal the wound. Mamoru could sense but not see. It couldn’t mend the injury, it couldn’t make it right, but it made it easier to deal with. Something he’d forgotten and cast of as unnecessary a long time ago and was now desperately seeking it out. The deity wasn’t capable yet of discerning what his particular feelings for it were nor did he really wish to think at all, wrapping himself in that blanket of ignorance he had woken to. All he was aware of was pain and that this touch, while it didn’t solve his problem, did make it manageable.
Mamoru blinked his eyes and it was enough to bring the first true sparks of coherency to the forefront of those emotional-filled blue eyes. He registered the scents of his environment, confounded by them as he tried to decipher what sort of place he was in. His gaze shifted a little and found those of the Halfling staring back. The God’s immediate thought was, ‘ not my familiar.’ The creature, handsome bathed in sunlight, was no God that he was aware of and when he inhaled the information he had not been missing rolled through him with a force that stole the air in his lungs and made him stiffen. This wasn’t his familiar nor was it a God, it was a Halfing who had discovered him and for whatever reason was giving him worried, careful eyes.
The mortal man spoke, Mamoru did not reply. Or rather, didn’t know how to without sounding grumpy. He wasn’t all right, there was a high possibility that he had been permanently banished to Earth and if not forever for a span of time he would not know would end until summoned. His body ached and it felt like someone had tried to operate on him with a sledgehammer. So no, he wasn’t alright. He was pissed and hungry and frustrated with a lot of what was happening but acting on any of them wouldn’t improve his current circumstances any. Except maybe eating.
With a growl the brunette shimmied away from the hand that had been on him, refusing to acknowledge the soft mental groan of unhappiness at the loss of it. He had wrapped himself in his tails, his only security blanket, but somehow they didn’t feel as protective now while he was drained of power and here with the blonde Halfing – Takumi! Why hadn’t he been able to remember that? Either way he had felt better asleep and curled on Takumi’s cot, surrounded by the mans scent, than here with his tails curling around him. It was an odd thing to admit that he was more comfortable and more secure with the stranger than he was in his new skin.
Mamoru straightened against the achy protest of his body, a hand smoothing through his sleep-disheveled hair as his frown sprang onto his face. It was his armor in many ways. It didn’t completely hide his emotions but it was a bluff few wanted to call him on. How was he to know that with his eyes slightly pink, the tears yet to be washed away, that he looked more sulky than angry? “It is best that I rise, it will do me no good to sleep again.” He murmured, glancing at his blonde host from the moment he offered a meal. But it wasn’t solid food that came to the God’s mind.
"It has been centuries since I have tasted your peoples foods, I am wary of doing so." It was not a complete lie, if a human could consume it there weren't many sideeffects that awaited him. Still, Mamoru reached out both arms, twisting around so he could face the other as he cupped Takumi's face in his hands and giving the lightest tug for him to come forward. "I would prefer to have more of your energy than what you likely have in mind, Takumi."
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