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 takes his hand back.]
Are you tired?
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[ Normally being tired was no good...even if he was a bit. It wasn't answering the question very well though.]
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I don't want to push you to the point of exhaustion.
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[ He said it a bit uncertain, trying ti test out the waters almost to see if it was okay to say. ]
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[ He nods lightly as a way to excuse himself before he goes over to where his room was.
He frowned as he prepared himself for bed, although it wasn't much doing sinc ehe was already in different clothes and it was easy to tidy up. He stared at the bed a bit unsure before he sat upon it.
This had all been strange. But, this was his nee life, he would have to adapt or be terminated or punished. There was no other way. It wasn't bad per se but...it felt so out of place for what he was trained for.
He sighed, laying down on the bed, though he did not go under the covers. Curling up he fell into a light sleep. ]
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A light frown upon realizing Eric is sleeping on top of the bed but not under the covers, but he doesn't move to fix him properly.
After all, Izumo's been on the facing end in which waking up a fighter is never a good idea.
But after he's sure Eric can be comfortable enough, he'll head out. There are still things he has to do, and handling his family was one of them.]
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He relaxes, sitting up with his knees to his chest and waits. He waits for when Kusanagi tells him he's needed. ]
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He enters the room cheerfully, telling Eric that breakfast will be served soon and Izumo's sent him to fetch him for breakfast.
"Ah, but if you need to, freshen up. Otherwise, come downstairs to the kitchen whenever you're ready. Izumo's cooking right now, so you can bet breakfast will be delicious!"]
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He nodded in understanding and shortly after the other left, Eric was down at the kitchem as well, not wanting to delay anything. ]
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However, the moment Eric comes, Izumo gives him a nod of greeting as the redhead pries an eye open to acknowledge Eric briefly before his eye closes again.
Totsuka laughs, sitting beside Mikoto.
Shaking his head, Izumo turns to Eric.]
Are you hungry?
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I...could eat some food...
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He would have to eat it. Nodding, he took a few small bited and started to have another meal. ]
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[At that, Totsuka proceeds to tease Izumo about being a mother, earning him a piece of bread being thrown in his face.]
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[ He eats as much a s he can before his stomach protests, not used to so much food in so little time.
He tilts his head at the mom comment. Would his owner be considered mother like?]
Is...there anything you have planned for today with me?
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However, at the question, Izumo's eyes flicker over to him.]
Yes. I have to bring you to the main family house today.
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For what?
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Understood. Is there anything I should know beforehand?
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[At his words, Totsuka evidently looks uneasy while Mikoto's eyes were narrowed.]
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He watches the two and their expressions changing. He blinks a bit, not sure what to make of it. ]
I will do so.
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There's a reason why Izumo doesn't live with them.
But he gives a nod.]
We'll leave in an hour then.
I feel so bad Erics so quiet orz
Eric nods, an hour was plenty of time to be ready, for whatever this meeting was going to be. Perhaps he had been right before, it was simply a test of the formula and why he had gone berserk for a short amount if tine.
Either way, he sat at the table, even managing to eat a couple of more bites at Totsuka's suggestion. He shrugged however when he was asked if he liked the food. Food was food, wasn't it?]
don't worry, bb. Izumo's kind of quiet, too
He can only hope his brothers doesn't choose to be assholes and mock Izumo for his choice in purchasing Eric. Though, the thought of it is nearly enough for him to find an excuse but it wouldn't matter.
They'd come to his house in that case.
Totsuka is ensuring Eric eats, though, while Izumo and Mikoto quietly eats their own breakfast.]
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