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Post by Byakurai on Feb 1, 2010 19:42:39 GMT
Another bright and warm day in New York City. A nice normal where there aren't people trying to kill eachother. Instead the park was filled with enterainers and fun activities. He could hear laughter of the kids playing and people talking and different music blasting all around. The normally reserved lightning mutant couldn't help but enjoy the moment. A slight smile on his face. But there was still something eating away at his heart. The guilt of being part of the attack on humanity. He had faced off with racism before, but in a high school filled with other races than his own and often made fun of his ethic background. Yes, there were fights he couldn't help but to partipate in, ending with some scratches and bruises. But in the last attack there were people dead or dying. And he was apart of it all.
The man took a moment to contrast the differences between today and the other day. In the end was all of it worth all the pain all these other people could be suffering? He crossed his arms, he knew that right now no one knew that he was an attacker. Therefore they just saw him as a tall asian man standing around with his arms crossed. They didn't see a hero nor a villain. Not a killer or destoryier of humanity, just a normal man in a formal black and white suit, standing like a staue in the park. He noticed from the corner of his eye a kid pointing at him with his, what looked to be, mother pulling back. The child is shouting.
"Look Mama, It's the FBI!"
The man could help but laugh softly to himself hearing that. With the mother restraining him from talk. She gave the young man a smile of apology, he mere nodded in return to show that it was ok. The child and mother hurried off to the next stand. Leaving the asian standing alone. He wondered about his family now. But the very though of them made him depressed and angry, so he quickly discarded the thought. He felt isolated from everyone. Everywhere he looked he saw a family having fun, friends playing with eachother, and lovers siting quietly and romanticly together. While he stood like a formal man in the park by himself. The pain of guilt, the brokenness of lonliness, and the heart break of never knowing true friendship and love. Hey at least the weather is nice. He could wonder if something will happen today.
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Post by Morphia on Feb 1, 2010 22:52:18 GMT
A tall asian woman dressed in all black down to her black gloves walked towards him, her hair worn long and straight down her back. She looked very reserved, very formal and not at all the turmoil ridden woman she was hiding.
Morphia strode up to the tall asian man in the suit, she knew him, very intimately. She'd taken his innocence, drug him into the brother hood and she felt guilt about the latter. Things were not what she'd made them out to be.
"Hey kid how you doin'?" She said reaching out to place a gloved hand on his shoulder.
She'd taken off for over a month, grieving her mother, grieving the loss in DC and generally just falling apart. Life was shit, and she'd gone back to Gilgamesh and ended up as his little love two again.
She hated the feeling after she left his abode in Scotland, but now she was back in New York with a good honest kid like Hiro- being eaten alive at what she'd put him through.
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Post by Byakurai on Feb 2, 2010 0:47:20 GMT
There was a light tap on his shoulder. Not something that the young man expected to get from today. With the wind blowing though his hair, and not moving his head he glanced down to see a gloved hand. He turned his head only slightly enough to see the new scar from eye down to his cheek. At the corner of his eye he saw that the person was Morphia. His first friend, his first recruiter and his first lover. The memory of being with her surge through his mind. He wondered how to respond to her, he could blame her for all that had happened to him. But it wasn't in his nature to. So with a soft and kind smile, he made his remark to her seemingly casual question.
"I've been good." He said softly and sweetly. Taking a small pause before continuing his sentences."I been busy with all that has happened. So it's been awhile since I have actually seen you."
It wasn't like he was deseperate to see her. But seeing as she was the closes thing to a friend he had. He couldn't help but feel a bit worried for her, an unusual thing for him. He turned his head away slowly and calmly. How life is so pitful and he could remain so reserved and calm was even beyond him. It just all came naturally. He let out a soft sigh. "You must of been really busy huh?"
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Post by Morphia on Feb 2, 2010 15:48:56 GMT
Busy? She could have laughed, she'd been boozing it up with her ex-employer. And by boozing she meant shameless drinking her self into oblivion with people she knew would only mildly take advantage of her.
"You could say that." Morphia said looking him over.
"I like the suit, but I can't say the scar suits you." She almost leaned over to kiss him, her little boy toy that made the world seem so black and white. She'd probably been the one that ruined that for him, she was probably the only one who really enjoyed that about him.
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Post by Byakurai on Feb 2, 2010 17:22:13 GMT
He felt like he had much more control than he had before. His body took alot of drugs of her and adapted rather quickly for a human or more rather, a mutant. He had been studying up on the gene to well, understand more. That and alot of electric books and how to empower himself through knowledge. Then he felt a kiss from behind on his cheek. Her touch made him have the feeling of being hate, despair and love. From how he was raised, if he showed this, he would be scum. In mind he didn't care, he felt like he was lower than scum. He couldn't even help Nassr. But from years of playing the quiet bystander, he kept his composure.
"Thank you..." He said softly in japanese, though when he spoke in japanese his voice was deep and strong. He turned around to face her using a hand to brush her bang behind her ear. "Sorry about the scar, I....Miscalcuated." He said still in japanese. If Morphia didn't like scars On him. He was going to hide the big one on his chest, that was shape like a cresent moon.
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Post by Morphia on Feb 2, 2010 19:36:09 GMT
"No need to apologize." She said placing her hand on the scar. "It's your face, do what ever you feel is needed."
They probably looked pretty awkward, a couple of tall asians one speaking in Japanese and the other answering in English.
She wanted to hold him, be was looking like a man now, so grown up so strong. She took a deep breath through her nostrils. "I'm sorry I've been gone so long."
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Post by Byakurai on Feb 2, 2010 20:01:09 GMT
He looked at her calmly, but in mind he thought that was a strange thing to say to someone. He wondered what she meant by that. It wasn't like he wanted this. A lowered his head on her neck and softly sighed, letting his warm breath move across her neck. His nose moved light up to her cheek it looked like her was going to kiss her but doesn't. He whispers into her ear, still speaking in japanese.
"It's ok, I am not of priority to you. You have no need to apologize."
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Post by Morphia on Feb 2, 2010 20:29:40 GMT
Morphia didn't know what to say at first, was he doubting the truth of her feelings towards him.
"Would you rather me fuss over it and make a scene?" She said rubbing one finger over the scar leaning in closer.
People probably thought they were a forward couple, young and in love, with his scar they probably didn't realize how big an age difference was between them. Morphia cut her eyes up at him in a gentle way, hoping she came across as feeling as she intended.
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Post by Byakurai on Feb 2, 2010 21:18:16 GMT
He grinned while looking into her eyes. Using his grin as a sign of laughter. With his gloved hand he raised her face by her chin with his thumb slowly as a sweet gesture. "Morphia-san...I missed you." He whispered admittingly. He place his hand on her waist wanting to pull her in closer. But he decides not to and lowers his hand back into his pocket, he knew she wasn't really affection so he kept his distance.
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Post by Morphia on Feb 2, 2010 21:52:08 GMT
Morphia reached up slightly and let her lips brush against his softly, she didn't want her morphine touch to affect him to much in public.
"I missed you to kid." She whispered back in Japanese.
The Asian woman didn't move from her position with him, she wanted to grieve for his loss of innocence and his marred features. She wanted to hold him close like she had denied him the first night they'd met. She smiled a bit looking up at him trying to communicate her feelings.
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Post by Byakurai on Feb 2, 2010 22:06:31 GMT
He felt her lip brush his lightly, this alone surprised him. But she actually smiled, well a genuine one at least. Did she really care for him? A warm feeling began to develop. But being who he was he kept his feelings to a minimal. Thoughts of her and others actually caring for him came to mind, he shook it off. He knew better, he wasn't going to believe every sign of affactionation was a sign of love. "Did you now?" He said playfully, giving her a soft kiss.
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Post by Morphia on Feb 2, 2010 22:33:25 GMT
"Quite." She said looking into his eyes.
Morphia felt they were on better terms now, but she hadn't seen him in at least a month she wasn't sure who he was any more, but she'd be willing to find out.
"So you free for dinner Kid?" She asked looking him over, she wanted to be arm candy again, and there was no better place for it than New York.
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Post by Byakurai on Feb 3, 2010 5:34:30 GMT
A dinner date? Doesn't she remember the last one? Granted, that it has been about half a year since he had seen her. But it was bad, her pheromones were well....Overwealming. Leaving the poor sap with little to no control to his sexual needs and wants. In turn confusing what he had wanted in a woman. While on her side she probably got a kick out of it. So supposedly no harm or foul. There was a part of him that wanted to go with her, but there was the other part that wanted to stay at the park. He went through several debates in his head, but eventually the debate won with the dinner idea. So smoothly he turned away from her and hunching his elbow out, in hopes she would get the idea to wrap hers around his. It was....The gentlemanly thing to do.
"I'd be glad to have dinner with you. Where would you like to go?" He said politely to her.
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Post by Morphia on Feb 3, 2010 16:04:42 GMT
Morphia looped her arm in his. "How gallant." she said leaning her head down a bit so it was touching his shoulder. "We don't have to leave now y'know."
The asian woman looked around at the others in the park and then back up at Hiro. "I'll go where ever you go tonight."
With most men she'd known that was a dangerous statement, hell it could have been one now with Hiro, but she was a dangerous girl.
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Post by Byakurai on Feb 3, 2010 16:47:34 GMT
He kept the small grin on his face when she wrapped her arm around his and her head on his shoulder. He couldn't help but like this a bit, though he acted like he didn't to show her the pheromone had no effect over him. He began to walk with her down the park not paying much mind to anyone else. He felt content and yet still depressed, time heals all wounds, kinda. He looked around to see there were many places to eat. All conventient near the park. Good idea on management's part.
"What are you in the mood for? Itailian, Chinese, Thai.....Fast food?" He said somewhat jokingly at the end.
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