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Post by Morphia on Mar 31, 2010 21:50:03 GMT
It'd been five years since this booming metropolis had been the center of the 'good life'. These days Yakuza boys ran the place, occasionally a politician might make a moral stand, but with the threat of mutants being every where and that Apocalypse guy taking over the whole globe well the criminals didn't have to work hard to put them back into their places.
In Shibuya whores lined nearly every corner they didn't give a damn who they did as long as their pimps wallets got fat, that way the girls didn't have to work the red light district where all the 'freaks' were.
Tonight was just a night like any other, the woman who was running the liquor store was sitting back in her chair, buckled boots propped up on the counter a copy of the news paper laid on her lap, burn marks from her cigarette ashes littered the stories.
"The whole damn place is falling apart." she said referring to a story on the Brother Hood of Mutants latest attack.
They were just stirring up trouble for people like her, people who used to be proud of their mutant blood but now tried their best to hide it.
Running her fingers through her braided hair the once proud Morphia looked at the Liquor store cliental. "It's pretty dead tonight." She sighed, as the last customer who didn't buy something left.
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Post by Byakurai on Apr 1, 2010 3:45:04 GMT
He came across Asia once more, to think it has been more than 15 years since he had set foot in this dump called Japan. He looked around and saw many homeless wandering about in the once proud city. He wore his signture blue mask, now worn down and broken from all the battles he has been in. But intact enough to wear and hide his identity. As he continued to walk down the quiet road a bunch of brats began to follow him with bats and chains. The idiots, he continued to walk in silence coming across a liquor store, he smirked as he walked in.
He was about to look at the lady, when a punk called him out. Telling from the tattoos, he was Yakuza and so was the crew. Right when the yakuza punk was about to say another word. Hiro quickly charged and struck and four down, sending strikes of lightning to disable them and since he was being nice only for a short time. He stood slowly and turned to look at he cashier and was surprised to who he saw. "M-Morphia-san..." He said in a deep and low toned japanese accent.
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Post by Morphia on Apr 2, 2010 0:40:17 GMT
Morphia looked up from her paper as the new customers came in. A bunch of rowdy boys, probably ready to fight. She looked back down at her paper. Kids these days.
Taking the cigarette out of her mouth to tap away the ash she blew the smoke calmly as the dirtier of the group began assaulting the man in the mask verbally.
People didn't take crap these days, she knew it, and the man with the worn out mask knew it. A short fuse was forgivable, and these days a mild slander usually landed you on the business end of a hand gun, only this time something most shocking was brandished against the verbal assailant. Lightning.
Memories of a better day clouded her mind as she dropped her cigarette the ash on the end smoldering out as it the damp wood. This kid before her- no not a kid a man, a man hardened by time and war couldn't have been who she thought he was.
When the man in the mask said her name it only confirmed her suspicions. "Hiro?" She replied taking her feet off of the counter and slowly standing.
She'd never noticed her corset restraining her breathing like it was now.
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Post by Byakurai on Apr 2, 2010 14:03:34 GMT
He walked up to her slowly, looking her up and down while he took his time walking up to take a closer look at her. It looked he was almost seemed cautious, as though he had seen a ghost. The asian saw the look on her face and it seemed she was out of breath. This didn't seemed to be the same Morphia he knew. The one he knew was more devious and did what she wanted, like running away and turning her back away from her fellow mutants. But despite how she was, he always had a soft spot for her.
Hozuki knew that it was her now, for she called him by his first name. The name he hasn't used in five years. "It is you." He spoke in his deep and low toned japanese as he moved his face close to hers, it was revealed that he got a couple inches taller. "You seem out of breath. You need to stop wearing tight clothing like this..." He said examining her slowly, then moving his hands to loosen her corset, purely for her to breath easier, knowing she wouldn't mind.
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Post by Morphia on Apr 2, 2010 14:12:49 GMT
When his hands touched the cords on her back she felt a breath release that she hadn't realize she'd been holding. He must have misunderstood that as her wearing her clothes to tight. She smirked.
"It's been a while kid." She said reaching a gloved hand behind her to remove his hand and tie the cords back tight. "You've gotten taller."
She had to recover from this shock, and figure out why he was here. Did Magneto know she was here, Magneto was probably pissed that Morphia had left with out saying a word, she wasn't sure if he'd be forgiving and bring back his old ally or just have some one kill her on the spot.
"What brings you to this dump?" Morphia asked still standing, one hand now found it's way to her hip.
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Post by Byakurai on Apr 3, 2010 4:59:57 GMT
He slowly moved his hand away when she moved it away from her corset. With her reaction he could only assume that she didn't see him die. He couldn't remember whether or not she lefted him alone before or after his death, but all he knew was she lefted him in the brotherhood. Where he knew no one cared nor loved him. Where most in the higher class gave him the cold shoulder and yet he continued to serve loyally without complaint. But there was many things he could tell her both good and bad. A part of him wanted to smack her to let her know the pain he felt when she left, but he knew he wouldn't do that. While the other wanted to embrace with loving care, andhe knew he wouldn't do that. He was a stronger and more mature adult now, he knew how to control his emotions without losing control.
He let out a sigh, lowering his head to where his hair could cover and yet reveal his dark brown eyes. Where his voice remained silent his eyes spoke for him. And it was saying, 'I missed you.' Then with a smile without speaking, he spoke the words, 'I am happy to see you'. But then his normal look came about then walked and leaned against the table beside her. "I am here because I felt nostalgic. No other reason than that." He said strongly and yet chillingly.
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Post by Morphia on Apr 4, 2010 16:42:28 GMT
Good so Magneto didn't know she was here, or if he did he wasn't sending Hiro after her. Well, that was still up for debate.
"You still in the Brotherhood?" She asked lowering her voice in case any one heard them talking, no one here knew she was a mutant, and she wanted to keep it that way.
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Post by Byakurai on Apr 5, 2010 14:40:00 GMT
Taking a moment looking at what was around him, he felt disgusted on how she left the Brotherhood for this. Granted that they were in space now, but it was safer and better looking than this place. He wanted to call her question stupid. She knew he had no other place to go than the Brotherhood. With the five years of hell that has passed most would presume that he was dead or whatever. The point was the brotherhood are the only ones that gave a ratass about him, well to an extent. It was an obvious fact that he still didn't know all of the mutants and Magneto is focus on the heir of his reign. So what did it matter?
He turned his attention intently to her when he voice lowered, as if she was ashamed of her mutant self. She continued to lower the interest he had left in her as their converstion progressed. It wasn't like he hated hated humans or hated mutants that hid, it was the fact that she was once proud and now she is this. It's a major contradicion. He let out a sigh and leaned lazily on the countertop. "Yes." He said slowly. "Where else can I go? Live my life as I did five years ago? It isn't as easy as it sounds." As he thought, he didn't know her real name. He didn't know which was more patheic the fact he didn't know it or the fact that he was so infatuated with her without really knowing her.
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Post by Morphia on Apr 7, 2010 19:01:37 GMT
Morphia brushed a long braid behind her ear. "Yeah, no kidding..." She had heard news he'd been dead, but she wasn't ever sure how to take the rumors from the Brotherhood, a lot of people had died and a lot of people hadn't, some times she heard both accounts about a person in one day.
She'd tried her hardest to let all that go when she was pregnant, stress free environment for the baby and all, a lot of good that did her the way she had miscarried.
There was a pang in her stomach as she though of her lost child, she shook her head slightly, it looked more like she was trying to get the braids off of her head than clear her memory.
"You can try, but you'll always run into some one.' She said touching his shoulder.
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Post by Byakurai on Apr 7, 2010 20:01:48 GMT
He rolls his shoulders the moment her hand made contact with his shoulder. He did still cared a lot for her, but the stories he had heard from the others. He couldn't forgive her, because in a sense he was truly only with the Brotherhood because of her and not Magneto, five years ago. The confusion she caused him and many mixed emotions to only leave him with lonliness and anger in the end. But still he continued to talk to her, still caring for her, could it be something he hate. "It is obvious, I will never find anyone....Morphia-san. No one who will care nor respect me. Tch, I ain't a kid. I know the truth." He grins. "I'm just living my life day by day now. Lots to do right now."
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Post by Morphia on Apr 9, 2010 15:09:29 GMT
Morphia sighed, what had they done to him? Sounded like he was having a sociopathic pity party- if that was even possible.
"Well, obviously you found a little time off, you got your self here. Or is this business and pleasure?" Morphia found it odd how he fell back into her old self when she was around her old crowd, her shoulders lifted from their dropped hunch, her chin raised ever so slightly so that she was looking down on people even her facial expressions announced that she was better than every one else.
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Post by Byakurai on Apr 9, 2010 15:59:08 GMT
He understood his role to the brotherhood and it was a grunt, regardless of his title as an 'elite' of the brotherhood. He has taken a higher role as a team leader but in the end, he is only a pawn in Magneto's design. Seeing as he lived that life for five years now, that's what he is used to. He did not care anymore as he has already died once and dying slowly and being able to live once more changes their outlook on life, but that was just him. His outlook was not happy but nor was it depressing, it was content and indifferent. He looked around then back at her, she gave him her old look. The one he found out just now, had the hardest time to tolerate the most.
Slowly he moved in front of her, placing his hands on her waist and rests his masked forehead on her fore head, his eyes closed. He blew his cold, fresh breath down her neck. "Morphia-chan...." He whispered into her ear, using the term 'chan', reminding her that he was older and they were on equal ground now. He wanted to change the subject, he didn't want to let Morphia know he was only here because he was feeling nostalgic and recruiting mutants. "I missed you..." He said as he held her. Unnoticingly revealing the scar on his pec where he was impaled and killed.
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Post by Morphia on Apr 9, 2010 22:09:05 GMT
Morphia shivered.
"Yeah, I missed you to kid." It was just another habit she fell back into calling him kid. She didn't mean he was all that young, it resonated in her voice that kid was just another name to her nothing more.
Barely she tilted her face towards his when she saw the mark on his chest, she didn't say anything she just reached up and ran a gloved finger down the scar, before looking up into his eyes. "They've run you to hard... you need to relax a little." She said as more of an invitation to see her later than anything.
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Post by Byakurai on Apr 9, 2010 23:43:19 GMT
The asian place his hand on the counter behind her and pressed his body into hers. His lips lightly brushing pass her to her cheek, his body was more toned and more used to her morphine now. So he wasn't the babbling idiot after just a kiss. Needless to say he was a better tease then before. "Did you? Then why did you leave me with them?" He asked with a quiet whisper. He felt her touch and out of reaction, used a hand to light grab her and place it back on the counter, entangling his fingers with hers. "Do ya care about me, Morphia-chan?" He said taking her invite.
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Post by Morphia on Apr 9, 2010 23:48:46 GMT
"Why do you ask these questions." She asked her lips brushing his as they spoke. "You already know the answer."
The mutant woman did care about Hiro, she'd cared about him for a long time, but she couldn't vocalize it. It didn't feel right to take him away from some one who probably deserved him better. Besides she was so broken now, so disturbed. She hated her self for killing her own child with in the womb.
Morphia shivered, it was getting close to time to close up shop any ways she should close down early and invite him some place dimly lit.
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