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K: Tate? Uh.. Mm.. .....................

K: I-I guess it’d just be that maybe, if we were flying together, I’d lose sight of him.

C: His feathers slapping me in the face. It looks painful.

[confusedteddybear]

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“I… I’m afraid that one day Mr. Tate will forget about me… and then he’ll peck at my seams and pull me apart… ngh…!  Can’t put myself back together if he takes parts back to a nest far away...”

[smilelonelywolf]

Ubume: "Ohhh~ Someone's blushing! ...Or are you a little cold?"

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"Ohhh~ Someone’s blushing~!" 

"U-Uhh?…Really? I’m blushing?!" Aki touched both of his cheeks instinctively. It was obvious that he couldn’t see if he was blushing, but at least, he wanted to feel them a little to ensure if what the kitsune said was true or not. And well, his cheeks were slightly warm, but it was probably because of the cold weather. "Uhm… I’m a little cold right now because I left my jacket at home… I knew it was going to be a bit cold today, but I didn’t thought it would be this cold! But well, I can stand it… I guess, hehe.” He smiled softly.

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The soft thud from the door snuffs out the uneasy atmosphere, and with a shaky breath Tate leans on the panel, nearly sinking to the floor. There it is again - that weird sensation filtering across his nose - and the raven sneezes once, twice. “Why—” he starts, losing the words to another sneeze.

Tate spots a familiar mess of bluish locks down the hall. Jumping to his feet, he steps closer, holding out his arms. “It’s just me, hello,” he sings, but his footsteps stop as quickly as they’d started.

His arms loosely in front of him, Tate squints at Cyrus’ face, zeroing in on the blemish of ink splashed over his eyes. His eyes move to the wizard’s hands, his clothing - nearly all of him stained with that irritating liquid.

"Cyrus!" he snaps, stomping his heel on the floor. "What’d you do? Why’s it all over you? On your face? Cyrus!”

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"C-Calm down...", the young man carefully extended one of his hands, trying to find the other by touch and by the memory of the other's height and mannerisms. Cyrus found the raven's jet black locks, tracing the shape up until his cheeks, sighing in relief at the familiar feeling.

"I was careless... it got into my eyes...", he took his hand away to point at his face, rubbing with the sleep of his shirt some of the remnants upon his eyelids, feeling the unrestlessness taking a toll up his body. "I could...take it out... but... i'm--", he managed to pronounced, just before feeling of his legs giving in to the exhaustion. "I'm tired... that's... what i meant... to say", he brushed it off, putting his weight upon the wall for support.

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Countless of times had the wizard woken up from his sleep to get a drink, always feeling agitated and restless yet... At that moment it wasn't cold sweat and bad memories distorted upon the lairs of his internal dreamland but instead the intense heat enveloping his body.  

He could feel the blood rushing fast as in his head all sort of scenarios played along, messing him even more. Blue locks stuck to his face because of the fever, his cheeks a bright red as the rest of his body. Even the one on his back felt the strange feeling of arousal rendering the wizard useless as he managed to get to the kitchen. Realizing that having a cold shower might end up getting him sick, he settled for just a glass of water with ice cubes instead.

Standing before the refrigerator, his trembling fingers opened the upper door. Cyrus tried to take out the ice tray as quick as he could, accidentally letting it go. The small pieces of ice crumbled upon de floor with countless clamoring thuds. Rapidly closing the small door, the wizard hurried to pick up the ice cubes, finding it unbelievably difficult not to focus on the tingling feeling of pain that they caused upon the tip of his fingers; trying not to make matters worse. 'Hope.. I didn't wake... him up...', the young man thought, biting down the embarrasing sounds that fought to freed from his lips.

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Tate: Don't you /ever/ come near me.

The poor raven seemed to be making a habit of catching him on bad days.

Noroi let out a hissing laugh, grinning wildly at the furious raven.  “Oh sweetheart, oh darling mine, you really couldn’t stop me even if you wanted to~  When I see pretty things, I just can’t help myself~” he cooed, giggling hysterically.  Greedy eyes stared at beautiful wings, hands itching to run over silky feathers and pluck them out one by one.

He lunged for the boy before suddenly skidding to a halt a few inches in front of the raven, digging his blunt nails so hard into his arms he drew blood.  “…I can’t,” he gasped out through clenched teeth, hysterical laughter bubbling up and out of his mouth.  How dearly he wished to hold the raven in his arms, to… hear him scream?  No, that’s not right, Noroi told himself.  “…sssssorry,” he hissed, “I just can’t… control myself…!”  He’s beautiful and I must have him! his mind screamed, but he just growled and trembled violently, denying himself by tearing gashes in his arms.  I MUST HAVE HIM HE IS BEAUTIFUL I MUST–!

“Ssssstrange things happen… when you…”  He can’t even finish his thoughts, so messed up is he.  Clawed hands reach for a slender neck and are snatched back in a hurry, fingers twitching.  He desperately wants to hold Tate in his arms, but somehow he stops his insane impulse.  “…how sad,” he finally muttered, but didn’t even understand the words he just said.

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7. Forget

Mei frowned at the lone raven screaming hoarsely at a murder of crows pecking at it angrily, the group chasing after the obviously exhausted bird.  A raven with a messenger bag… how cute! she thought.  Somehow it was familiar, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember where she saw something like that before.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts, focusing on the problem at hand.  "Well they’re not being very nice," she said to herself and picked up a handful of asphalt and rocks, pelting the offending crows with well-aimed throws.  "Bullying isn’t very nice you know!" she yelled at the offending birds.

Cawing angrily, the crows abandoned their chosen prey and swooped down at her, pecking her arms hatefully, but Mei couldn’t feel a thing.  ”Hey… that’s not very nice you know,” she murmured lowly before snatching one out of the air and smashing it against a wall, snapping its neck.

"So, Mei - before you do anything that might be considered questionable, scan the sky for the crows. They’ll scan your face to memory and tell their murder about what you’ve done, where you were," reminded a familiar voice at the back of her head, and her eyes went blank as she stared at the murder of crows cawing and screeching furiously at her, renewing their attacks with vigor at the sight of their fallen comrade.  ”I must… get rid of the pesky… tattle-tales…”  I wonder how easily one of those can be popped? she remembered asking a friend someone saying once as her mouth contorted into an unfamiliar grin and then everything went black.

Blinking quickly, Mei found herself in another alleyway, holding a lonely raven in her hands.  For some reason, they smelled strongly of oranges and copper.  ”Huh… what was I doing?” she asked the raven who only shuffled his wings in reply.  ”Oh well.  How strange!” she said cheerful, brushing off her confusion with practiced ease.

Bringing the large bird to eye level, she said sternly, “Now listen here Mr. Raven!  Don’t go picking fights with crows anymore okay?  You’re too special to get hurt, okay?  Far prettier than those jealous crows.  Don’t let them bully you anymore!”  The raven puffed up proudly before letting out a loud croak and taking off, flying towards the rich district.  For a brief moment she thought it turned into a boy – I know him, his name is...! – but she blinked and he was gone.