Kusanagi Izumo (
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Sinners and beggars don't play a part here
[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'.]
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'.]
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He crashed his back and side into the counter and slumped a bit on the floor, trying to scramble to get back up but something was wrong with his arm and head. There was red in his hair and on the floor and his arm felt and looked a bit funny. He was dizzy but still he got up.
He went to charge at the one who interfered before he was grabbed by someone else. Someone with red hair. He growled and went to bite him but suddenly there were two of him...then four...then things started to turn grey...then black.
Fujishima held him as best as he could as Eric fell unconscious in his arms, a gash on his head probably causing a concussion. His arm that he used to choke Kusanagi was bent a bit, though it looked more like his wrist had been dislocated from his arm. ]
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It's enough to have Izumo get up with Chitose's help.]
Fujishima, get Eric upstairs!
[The other is enough to get Fujishima scrambling to get Eric upstairs, quickly avoiding Mikoto as the other charges at where they were standing. Izumo gestures for Chitose to go upstairs while Totsuka tries to calm Mikoto down.
Izumo watches Mikoto warily, fingers twitching as Mikoto's eyes seemed to develop a tinge of red.]
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Eric kicks Chitose when he tried to grab hin, growling as he backed himself almist enough to hide under the couch. He snarled as the other two tried to get him. The blood on his head dripping and covering one of his eyes, making some of his blond hair turn orange and sticky.
He won't be taken, no one will touch hin or his necklace. Even if the world is spinning and he felt himself going weak. He won't give up.]
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In fact, he seems to have snapped this time, ignoring Totsuka's attempts of calming him down. Izumo can hear the noise coming from upstairs, though, distracting him briefly before he hears Totsuka yelp out.
Eyes shooting over to Mikoto, he practically lunges at him not to head upstairs, gritting his teeth when the redhead pins him instead.
He could feel his injury on his back reopening, the blood seeping through the stitches and the pain from his injured shoulder flares.]
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Eric meanwhile crawls under the couch completely, growling slightly as his head swam. He clutched the necklace with his good hand, curling up in a ball. ]
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Izumo shakes his head when Fujishima comes close, simply handing the redhead something to give to Eric in case he's still in a berserker mode and sends him upstairs.
Chitose sticks close to Izumo, closing the bar early after that show, and quickly checks his injuries while Izumo breathes through the pain.]
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[The two nod at the order and Izumo gets up.
He hisses a bit in pain before he goes up the stairs.
Upon entering the room, he notices Eric immediately and walks over to him.]
Eric.
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Have to...protect...mine...
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[Izumo crouches a bit, enough to show Eric his own red marble.]
She wouldn't have wanted me to.
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I...did a bad thing...It hurts...I'm sorry...
[ He opened his mouth to say more but he leaned forward onto Kusanagi, passing out finally. ]
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With how badly damaged they both are, Izumo can only hold Eric close and move enough so that he can lean against the couch.
Another deep breath and then calls out to Fujishima and Eric.]
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He may know how to fight, but Izumo could never fight against his friends.
Seri's taken Eric in to patch him up, doing the necessary tests to ensure he's alright while Izumo's forced to take it easy. With his injuries reopened, thanks to a vaguely guilty Mikoto smoking in the corner, it'd be bad if he's forced to do anything strenuous. It's only fortunate that it hasn't done any lasting damage.
So, it's a waiting game for Eric to wake up when they're back at Izumo's mansion with the owner forced to remain on the couch as Totsuka goes to fetch some hot tea and Fujishima keeps an eye on Eric's status.]
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e feels a hand rubbing circles in his back. A voice calmly explains he's really injured wifh a concussion and sprained wrist. Even if fighters heal a bit faster he'll be needed bed rest for quite awhile.
Eric nods a bit at Fujishima's wirds, barely registering them through his throbbing head. He received some water before he heard the mention of getting Kusanagi. His owner...who he tried to kill. He shut his eyes, feeling scared and helpless. ]
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The news is nearly enough to get Totsuka and Mikoto to follow, but Izumo simply waves them down.
He'll be fine.
Izumo gives a nod of thanks to Fujishima before he heads upstairs to Eric's room. He quietly opens the door, leaning against the doorframe.]
Eric.
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I'm...ready for any punishment you have. Even termination...
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[ He kept looking down, still feeling bad about injuring him. ]
Are you okay?
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I'm fine. A bit sore, but I'll live. Mikoto did more damage than you, anyway.
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At least you weren't too badly injured.
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What about you?
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I've had worse. But, my head is making everything turn sideways.
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