An Untouchable's Love

Tomaru finished cutting the onion without much trouble and put the pieces aside for Hanato and Mari to use. Cutting up things was Tomaru’s specialty but past that he was absolutely useless in the kitchen. Hanata had learned that lesson the hard way when he tried to cook for them and created something so disgusting the dogs on the street wouldn’t even eat it.

Finished with that task he looked over to check on Asara. He’d cut his own fingers enough times to know that what looked like nothing could really be a pretty bad cut if not taken care of properly. He walked over and pushed her into the kitchen chair. Then he kneeled down and unwrapped the cut, taking a good look at it. It wasn’t too deep but if left unwrapped would definitely not heal well.

“Come on. You need to get this cleaned up.” His voice was kind, but all business that said there would be no arguing. He led her to the bathroom and pulled out a first aid kit, quickly disinfecting the cut and wrapping it with gauze. He was so intent on his work that he didn’t even remember that he had seen her in nothing but a towel less than thirty minutes before.

Izrael raised an eyebrow at Naya’il. She was an intriguing Guardian, always had been. Especially now that she was sitting in his quarters when there was absolutely nothing stopping him from being what was considered normal. Yet, he could not be something that he was not, and years of being a cold heartless man was not going to simply go away.

However, he knew better than to believe her. He walked over to her and leaned down, taking his hand and lightly tracing her jaw line. The gesture was actually pleasant until his face hardened and he took a firm hold of her jaw.

“Now as pleasant as your company is,” he began taking a generous look at her cleavage, “but as trustworthy as I am sure you are. I know better.”

Tomaru finished wrapping the wound and tied it off before he even remembered that he had pretty much dragged her around without even asking. He glanced up at her and smiled weakly before he stood and looked away, a slight blush adorning his features.

“Hey, ummm. Im sorry for bumping into you earlier. I didn’t mean too.” He started, his blush getting worse.

Tomaru laughed lightly. The tension was so palpable that it was almost ridiculous, especially considering all that happened was a slight mishap that resulted in nothing worse than embarrassment.

“You know what. Lets not even worry about it.” He said lightly, patting her back. He most certainly wasn’t going to easily forgot the sight of her wet and bedraggled, coming out so clean and fresh. But he also wasn’t going to let it make anything awkward between them.\

“Besides, it could have been so much worse!” He added, a smile on his face.

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Izrael watched her movement carefully, silently chuckling to himself at her response. He figured she wouldn’t appreciate his demand but as long as she stopped dodging around the problem at hand then he was okay with that. There were ways to gain forgiveness after all.

When she said she’d been on a flight of her own his back stiffened. His wings flared slightly, showing his agitation. He froze to the spot, his eyes glued to her as she pointedly looked away from him and he waited to hear more.

Tomaru raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow at her words. Was she….testing him? He couldn’t really tell. Obviously there was some kind of answer she was looking for. Or perhaps a simple curiosity. He couldn’t really tell and yet he himself wasn’t foolish enough to think nothing of it either.

“While the view would have been admittedly breath taking,” He began, a wry grin adorning his features as he held out a hand to help her up, “There are also far better situations for such a view to be seen.”
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Izrael was stunned. Los Angeles? Of all the places she could have gone she went there? His mind was reeling as he tried to put together all the pieces that she was weaving before him. She had been there and recently. More importantly, whatever she had seen there was important enough to tell him directly. Suddenly it all clicked into place and Izrael didn’t know whether to scream in anger and frustration or simply kill her where she stood. She would have had to see him kill his brother, and more than that she would have had to hear those words he spoke. Otherwise it would have been another kill on his list. Nothing worthy enough to come bother him with.

However, rather than do any of his first two reactions he simply smiled, a rather scary thing in itself. He walked over to the railing and looked out over his balcony as well, one hand resting on the rail. The only indication that he was uncomfortable was his rigid stance and how tightly he held that rail. Eventually his fingers relaxed before he casually spoke.

“Yes. Horrible things. Unspeakable things. It is a place where many lie dead, as well as their secrets.”

“That is one way I suppose.” He said, his voice still without menace or hostility, though it almost seemed as if his words were curling and wrapping around her. Like silk the sounds weaved through the air caressing her skin and calming her. Bringing about a sense of peace and giving that warm feeling of contentment and safety.

“There is of course the nobler path. That of justice. Righteousness. Righting a terrible wrong.”

Tomaru chuckled, still holding her hand though she was already steady and on her feet. He was not accustomed to girls being nervous around him. It wasn’t that they had never taken notice of him before. He just never let himself get close to any of them because he was constantly on the run. Thus, he had very little experience in this department. He did know, however, that he was not unattractive, and seeing first hand the truth in the matter was making him very happy.

Her comment was undeniably funny to him as well. When he first saw her the last thing that crossed his mind was klutz. She had just saved his life, was wearing little more than rags because the dress it once had been had probably been torn to shreds in battle. Yet she called herself a klutz. The term was indeed laughable.

“Well, considering the debt I owe you, I think I can handle making sure you don’t ever truly harm yourself.” He said, a sparkle in his eye. “Besides, Id be sorely put out if you ended up hurt.”
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Izrael laughed. For the first time in years that delicious sound came from his throat. All he could do was laugh. She knew. She had to know. What other answer could there be now? And yet the dance continued, avoiding the main subject. The entire thing was wholly comical because in the end what could she possibly do to him now? The damnation of his bloodline was dead. He could die happy now. After all, that was his plan in the end. He couldn’t allow himself, a half breed, to continue on in life. Cursed blood ran through his veins just as it ran though his brothers. The length of that cursed life however would now depend on this woman. If she went to the council they would kill him as surely as he would eventually kill himself. Did she understand the power over him she held?

He turned to Naya’il, looking at her for the first time since the dance started. A wild gleam stood in his eyes, making him seem almost manic. Yet his words were calm and carried the notes of his laughter still with them.

“Must we dance around the subject Naya’il? You know. That is all there is too it, and I have rid the world of that stain.”