Sinners and beggars don't play a part here

[toremainbehind]

[Auctions.

Izumo hated those with a passion, and his family coming and forcing him to partake in one is enough to raise his shackles. It's inhuman to sell people for entertainment, especially ones experimented on to be used as fighters.

He's lost his taste for them quickly the moment his family has decided to use Mikoto, his best friend, as one of the earlier models. Reining in his best friend was easy at first until he's gone control, forcing Izumo to submit control over to Totsuka. While it hurts, Izumo can trust Totsuka to care for Mikoto, allowing them to stay in his house so that Izumo can find a way to reverse whatever's been done.

Nothing's worked out so far, though.

Izumo ignores the excited chatter as he makes his way through the crowd, his disgust for it evident on his face.

"It'll be okay, it'll be okay!" Totsuka's voice rang in his ear as Izumo presses his phone against it. "King and I are fine--so will everything else. Don't worry too much."

Izumo has to hold back an urge to sigh, ending the call after Totsuka promises him to give him an update on Mikoto's condition.

He idly listens to the seller list off the 'products' when Izumo's eye catches sight of a young blond man.

Still in his teens, but looks as if he's seen through enough fights in his life.

Izumo frowns, interest piqued, and he makes his way to the front.

His family wants him to get something? Fine. But it'll be on his own terms, and he's not going to allow anyone to touch what belongs to him and tell him what he should do with whomever he decides to 'purchase'.]

Comments

[redstray]

I expect to be used however you please. I am a fighter, but if you wish to use me in any other form, that will be fine. You purchased me, so I must listen.

[toremainbehind]

[Young and experienced.

No more sign of a life before the experimentation. Eric is more used than Mikoto, who has retained some of his former persona before the experiments.

Izumo clicks his tongue.]

What if I tell you then to speak to me without any formalities? To speak whatever it is on your mind.

[redstray]

[ He frowns, trying his best to figure out what he was trying to say, and to produce the result that he wanted. He didn't get it, why would he ask something so silly? This was just how he was, how all of them were like now. This was why they were taken in at a younger age, more time to be trained, to be docile, less time remembering what they had been like. ]

I'm not sure what that means. This is how I act.

[toremainbehind]

[What a pain.

Izumo simply inclines his head.]

Alright. Go shower.

[And with that, he'll leave. He'll have to make a call and judging from Eric's answers, it'll take some time to break this habit of his.]

[redstray]

Yes.

[ He nods, watching Kusanagi leave. After the door clicks, he undresses, keeping his necklace on as he fiddles with the marble. It was something he did every once in awhile, he didn't know why but it was nice to do.

He turns on the water and steps inside the shower. His thoughts stray to what his master had requested of him and he frowns again. It was certainly a strange order, he's never had those kinds before.

He was part of the family that made him like this, perhaps he was wondering how well the forumlas were working, testing him. There didn't seem to be a need though. He shook his head, grabbing some soap. It wasn't his place to question or theorize, just to listen. That's what he was made for after all. ]

[toremainbehind]

[As Eric showers, Izumo sits in the living room with a laptop open and a phone against his ear.

Talking to one of the people against his family's wishes is always bound to be trouble, but he knew how to hide this from them - knew how to hide his other life from them. His family might've been the one to create these awful experiments, but Izumo knew there was a way to reverse it, too.

He utterly refuses to test his theories on Mikoto or Eric, but this might help.

Izumo doesn't spare a glance when Totsuka announces dinner is ready, a low grunt from Mikoto nearby as the redhead seems to be waiting for Eric.]

[redstray]

[ Eric finishes his shower fairly fast and hops out of it, drying himself and putting on Totsuka's clothes.

Although the clothes fit length wise, they were hanging off him slightly as he was much skinnier then the other man.

Remembering his way back to the living room area since they passed it before, he headed over there. Opening the door he eyes Mikoto a bit, trying his best to ignore him. Paying too much attention to him might cause something that his master would not be pleased with.

He stood a bit of a distance away from Kusanagi, waiting for any orders. ]

[toremainbehind]

[Once Izumo is aware of Eric's presence, he tilts his head back.]

Eric, dinner is ready. You're free to go eat.

[Totsuka laughs a bit, jumping up and offering to show Eric into the dining room.

Izumo closes the laptop and stands up, a heavy breath escaping from him.]

[redstray]

Alright.

[ He nods, following the other into the dining room. ]

[toremainbehind]

[Food is ready, dinner is plated.

Izumo's status makes itself known once again and as soon as Izumo steps into the room, the other servants bow at him.

He makes his irritation shown as he waves them away.]

[redstray]

[ With everyone seated, Eric waits patiently at his spot of the table, staring at the food but not reaching for it.

Totsuka smiled at him, telling him he could help himself and to start eating.

He also has to listen to Totsuka.

So, he nods and takes a small piece of the food to put on his plate. It wasn't much, but it was the usual amount he was used to. Although it was unusual as it was fresh and hot]

[toremainbehind]

[Mikoto takes his seat near Totsuka while Izumo sits near Eric:

Izumo doesn't eat much himself as compared to his friends, watching Eric eat.

It's smaller portions, what Eric's eating, but Izumo's hoping to get him on some sort of healthy food diet.]

[redstray]

[ He finishes his food, not taking anymore, full and his plate empty. He hadn't eaten a lot but at least it was good food.

He stays still for the rest of the time, unless he's called upon. He was still unsure of the rules and regulations of things. but he'll learn with time. ]

[toremainbehind]

Are you full?

[He glances over at Eric.

Though when he hears Mikoto grunt, Izumo shakes his head and slides him over his plate of food, watching the redhead eat it.]

[redstray]

[ He nods. ]

That's the normal amount I usually have, so, yes.

[toremainbehind]

Hmm.

[There's a thoughtful look Izumo gives Eric.]

Alright then.

[redstray]

[ He merely nods in response, watching the others eat the food that was left. There was certainly a lot, huh? ]

[toremainbehind]

Totsuka, handle the rest, yeah?

[Totsuka gives a nod of understanding, and Izumo stands after handing Mikoto the rest of his food.

He gestures to Eric to follow.]

[redstray]

[ He perks up at the gesture and gets up, following Izumo to where ever he wished to go. ]

[toremainbehind]

You don't talk much, do you?

[redstray]

My previous owner preferred I would be seen, and not heard. I suppose it's become a habit, I'm not sure what else to speak about.

[toremainbehind]

[Previous instructions left behind by the previous owner.

Izumo breathes out, closing his eyes briefly.

He needs to figure out a way to handle him. Eric's more withdrawn than Mikoto and some of the other fighters he's had to deal with. Not even Fushimi was that terrible to deal with (then again he left him to Munakata soon enough).]

You're free to speak whenever you want. No one's going to punish you for speaking.

[redstray]

Alright.

[ While it was an order to follow, Eric wasn't sure exactly how to talk whenever he wanted. So he will still be silent most of the time. What else would be there to talk about? It was what he was used to, what he was most comfortable with. ]

[toremainbehind]

Where did you get that marble?

[redstray]

[ Eric immediately grabs it with both of his hands, grasping it tightly for a moment. When he sees that nothing else is coming of it from the simple question, he lowers one hand, the other fidgeting with the marble. He looks away. ]

...I don't know. I've had it for as long as I remember.