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Post by Izaya Orihara on Nov 11, 2012 5:11:18 GMT -5
He laughed.
"Well, well, well, you're certainly being rough with the human child's body, aren't you?" he asked, watching. "Such large aggression for such a little dragon. She's not going to understand why that's broken when she wakes up. And she will, you know, if only for her demon-love." He laughed. "This is so amazing! So fun! I'm looking forward to how this allll plays out! I've been waiting ages for this moment!"
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Nov 11, 2012 5:14:39 GMT -5
My eyes close and when they open they're blue, "Every time I awaken she gets weaker and I get stronger... One day I will destroy you... And then... Then I will rest completely." My smile slips to a frown before I cry out. "Wha... What?" Oh, right... I punched a wall.
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Nov 11, 2012 5:33:20 GMT -5
"Welcome back," Izaya said cryptically, smiling. He had rolled over onto his side and was gazing at her from a sideways angle. "You might want to check on your loverboy," he mentioned. "And don't move that hand too much, I'm rather sure you broke it."
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Nov 11, 2012 5:39:06 GMT -5
I blink before nodding and getting down on my knees next to him. Checking him over I glance over at Izaya before returning to my check, making sure all that I can check is in working order.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Nov 11, 2012 21:30:48 GMT -5
The unconscious boy looked peacefully reposed despite the massive change he'd undergone. Everything was as it should be, finally, for the first time in a long while. There was a serene expression on his face as he curled up into one wing, the other folded gently behind him, though the back of his shirt was ripped from the force of the transformation. As Namine checked him over, he unconsciously shifted towards her, his expression getting closer to a smile.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Nov 11, 2012 22:01:13 GMT -5
After making sure Neku is alright and pulling him closer to me- wincing at the pain in my hand- I turn my gaze onto Izaya. I ask him to take us home... He strangle complies. But I'm left to lay my boyfriend down on his bed and get ice for my hand. After that I curl up with Neku, watching him sleep peacefully.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Nov 11, 2012 22:12:20 GMT -5
My eyes flickered open and I wonderd, for a moment, if it had all been a bad dream. But there were two conflicting visions of what the nightmare was in my mind, so I knew it hadn't.
I lay there, not moving, not talking, closing my eyes again. Then I raised my hand to my forehead, closed my fist, felt the prickling of claws against the palm of my hand, both incredibly strange and relievingly familiar.
But the blanket felt weird. Too heavy, too stiff. I shifted. Realized that it... wasn't a blanket, because it moved with me.
Memory hit me belatedly and I jerked upright. I hadn't even realized I had wings until I'd tried to move mine.
It felt... so very, completely, incredibly right.
And it felt, at the same time, so very, completely, incredibly wrong, too.
Ten years without them... ten years without half of myself. It had changed my mind completely. I wasn't used to being myself, and even worse, I wasn't used to being used to being myself.
The other thing I wasn't used to was the adorable blonde who mumbled a complaint and shifted closer to me after I sat up.
"Namine...?" I asked quietly, the inflection of my speech slightly changed by the new shape of my front teeth. Another awkward thing about being myself again.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Nov 11, 2012 22:29:49 GMT -5
I shift and then curl in closer to Neku, turning my gaze towards the sound of his voice. Letting go of the ice with my good hand I reach out and take one of his, "Morning, cheri~."
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Nov 11, 2012 22:36:56 GMT -5
I looked down at my hand in hers, how different it looked. Then I gave a small chuckle.
"My hands look like Lea's," I joked, gripping her hand with mine. It felt so fragile.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Nov 11, 2012 22:48:12 GMT -5
I nod, "Yeah." Not much else I can say... Hopefully he is okay... I mean... How long has it been now that I suspected? How long has it been since I've known.........
I'm not quite sure.
But.
"Hey... I love you..."
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Nov 11, 2012 23:39:36 GMT -5
I smiled back at her, just glad that she was here with me. That I didn't have to be alone.
"I... I love you too," I said. "I..."
I paused.
"I...."
I blinked.
"......hey. Wait. Weren't we just in Izaya's office...?" I slid off the bed, standing on my own two feet. Balance was... different... with the wings that I folded gently to my back, and I braced a hand against the wall of my room while I got used to the feeling of it again.
It didn't take as long as I'd expected it would. I'd already learned to walk once, after all. Long before I'd lost my wings.
I turned back to Namine, frowning slightly. "How'd we get back home?"
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Nov 11, 2012 23:44:35 GMT -5
My voice comes out in a whisper as I stand next to him, watching him closely, "Izaya... Why?"
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Nov 12, 2012 0:24:19 GMT -5
"I..." I shook my head. "I was just... wondering." I gave her an odd look. "Are you okay, Nami?" I asked. "Is something wrong?"
Was she... afraid of me? Memory told me people would be. That it was something I'd found out the hard way. Memory since told me that memory was right. People like me... scared people.
Confusion flickered across my face. Then worry.
I reached out, laid a hand on her shoulder. I wanted to tell her it was alright, but I was worried. What if... it wasn't?
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Nov 12, 2012 0:34:22 GMT -5
I smile softly and shake my head, "Stop worrying, mi amor... I'm not scared of you or anything..." After a moment I frown. "I'm just worried about you."
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Nov 12, 2012 0:38:05 GMT -5
I thoguht about what she said, then nodded.
"Yeah," I said quietly. "I... I don't know what to do now. I mean... what about the Network? What about Crossings? As far as I remember, I can't hold my guise during them, or, when I'm asleep..." I trailed off. "And my memories, they're still.... hazy. It's hard. Being both the person I believed I was and the person I am..."
I took hold of her other shoulder. She felt so... so fragile.
"I don't remember how to be myself," I said quietly.
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