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'.]

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[toremainbehind]

[Izumo listens to him quietly.

It's curious, in a way, to hear that the formula on Eric is beginning to wane, but then the thought ends the moment he hears Eric's suggestion.

The answer is immediate:] No.

[But he stops, breathing out deeply.]

No. It won't be good to bring it up to them.

[redstray]

R-right, understood. I'm sorry.

[toremainbehind]

[He'll apologize to Eric later, but right now, Izumo needs to get out of the house before his parents find them.

So he's leading Eric through a hidden passage in the house, one that'll lead them outside.]

[redstray]

[ Eric follows along quietly. Keeping guard to protect Kusanagi as neccessary. There were questions in his head but he turned them away.

It wasn't his right to ask questions, just to follow. ]

[toremainbehind]

You're free to ask.

[redstray]

Huh?

[toremainbehind]

You have questions that you want to ask.

You're free to do so.

[redstray]

Why...why would it be bad to see your parents to help?

[toremainbehind]

Because they'll make things worse.

[redstray]

How so?

[toremainbehind]

What have you heard about the origins family before?

[redstray]

That...they created the formulas to make fighters. They helped out the world. Not much else besides they're famous.

[toremainbehind]

They're not people you should trust. [A pause.] On that account, it might not wise to trust me either, but I have no trust in my parents.

[redstray]

[ He tilts his head, not understanding what so ever.]

...Alright.

[toremainbehind]

[He'll explain more properly in the future, he promises.

But a twist here, a turn there, and it's not very long before the two of them are outside of the house, in what clearly appears to be a hidden driveway.

There, waiting for them, is another redhead who greets Izumo but then looks at Eric curiously.]

[redstray]

[ He better, because why wouldn't the origins famil be the best place to ask for help?

Eric blinks at the newcomer but nothing else, awaiting orders. It seemed they were leaving.]

[toremainbehind]

Come on, let's go.

Fujishima, is everything prepared?

[Fujishima nods, gesturing for the two to enter the car quickly.]

[redstray]

Right.

[ Eric gets into the car, really confused but he was suppose to follow orders. He looked at his owner, and the bandages on him. ]

Are you alright to drive?

[toremainbehind]

[Fujishima raises a hand.

"I'll be the one driving you guys."

Izumo just pats Eric's head once before he gets into the car, eyes closing briefly upon feeling that flare of pain from his shoulder.]

[redstray]

[ He starts, a bit surprised by the head pat, expecting something harsher for asking a question.

But this Fujishima was driving so that was good, since he saw the other wince. He looked down. ]

I'm sorry.

[toremainbehind]

You have nothing to apologize for, Eric.

[redstray]

You're in pain, and I couldn't help...

[toremainbehind]

Mm, you helped me by bandaging it up.

[Fujishima glances at them as he drives, though he soon looks back to the front.

"Totsuka-san is going to yell at you for getting hurt again, Kusanagi-san."]

[redstray]

I should have prevented you from being harmed in the first place.

[ An owner must never be harmed. It was a blow to the fighter if that were to happen. ]

[toremainbehind]

You couldn't have known what would happen to me. Besides, as I've told you, it was my punishment.