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 Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 12:14 am
Say nothing. The boy heading back to the compartment once the kodama release his wrist.
Avoiding himself to get another knock at the head, he crawl inside the cube carefully.
Now...what to do? Eyes narrowed focusing at his orange bag pack. Ah yes, I'm tired...I need sleep.
He pulled the curtain to close the 'door'. Izanagi take off his shoe and place it beside his bag. Then he take off his coat and fold it nicely.
Oume and Oiwa's dream haunting is far away from his thoughts now. All he want is a good sleep.
It will be great if he can sleep until they arrive Kyoto...
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 12:39 am
For a long time, Umeda did nothing but stare out the window.
He eventually shifted into his kodama form and disappeared from sight... even though he sat on the windowsill, watching the world pass by on the train.
It was night out... the landscape pitch black save for the twinkling stars and half-full moon over head.
"I never thought I'd be going back to Kyoto..." Noe whispered to himself, a sudden feeling of deep melancholy washing over him.
It had been a long time since he had visited that shrine... at least a hundred years... and he had vowed never to set foot on that sacred soil again.
His own lifespan was waning... the head priest would realize this... and Noe could only hope that his spirit wasn't sent to the other side ahead of it's time.
Priests had a tendency to do that... unfortunately.
And yet, the shrine to Abe no Seimei was to be neutral ground for Umeda in particular... but a hundred years was a long time... and who knew if the priests would be as forgiving as they had been in the past.
"If I can protect Izanagi... then I shouldn't fear Kyoto... should I?" the kodama mused before heaving a heavy sigh. "Why must these days be so damn complicated?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 1:23 am
Closing up his eyes, everything comes to darkness.
"Izanagi..." Came an echo from somewhere in the dark...
Who is calling? What are you? He thought.
Slowly opening his eyes, he realize there is nothing but everything is totally darkness...empty...What is this place?!
Then, he heard the echo again. "Izanagi...Iie...Iemon."
Iemon? This must be another dream. Is it?
The same smell he smelled last night...Water. He can feel something is swirling around his body.
A hand coming up right from his knee to his chest, and then his neck...
"Iemon-sama..." Izanagi heard Oume whispering in his ear.
I'm not Iemon... He wanted to tell Oume himself. But he know if he tell her that he is not Iemon, things will be like last night.
Or if he tell, he might just be killed...like right now, in his dream.
Calm yourself, Izanagi. He says to himself. There must be a way to get rid of Oume or awake from his dream?
Dream? Of course! This is MY dream. I do what I want in my dream. And I want Oume to disappear...
Didn't think much, he closed his eyes tight and hoping Oume to disappear inwardly.
Not long later, he felt her hand has been removed from his skin. Did it worked?
He opened his eyes, thought that Oume was gone. Apparently, she was not and still there. That expression on her face doesn't seems to be a good one. She is angry.
"You heartless man! I shall kill you with my own hands!" She hissed and her eyes are glowing red.
Am I going to die here? It will be better if he just die now, ne? "Heh..." He smirked. "Goodbye, Umeda-san." Silly Izanagi, still can't forget that kodama before dying.
It will be nice if the kodama come to rescue Izanagi. Will he?
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 9:51 pm
Dreams...
Like nightmares, dreams could influence the living body. When one was afraid, their heart rate increased. When one felt love, true love, a blush might appear on their cheeks.
But unlike nightmares, dreams were pleasant.
The realm of the mind, of sleep, was something which Umeda tended to avoid at all costs. He himself rarely dreamed, he rarely had nightmares...
But that hardly meant that he couldn't sense the mental and physical strains of the unconscious mind.
The kodama was moving almost instantly, his tiny body literally flying through the train. He passed into the small sleeping compartment which Izanagi was using, before materializing in his small form.
"Wake up!" Umeda shouted, tiny hand slapping Izanagi harshly.
He really didn't want to try and dream dive... it used too much energy...
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 12:54 pm
Close your eyes, Izanagi. It won't hurt much. Will it?
For now, wait for her claws to strike on your body. Yes, that is all you can do now.
"Don't die yet."
Wait! What? Who is there?
Surprised. He opened his eyes as he can see Oume's raging face once more. Very intense.
She squeezes the boy's arms so hard that made him squeaked softly.
It hurts so much. He can feel his bones are going to crushed soon.
"You can defeat her."
The voice again...Unfamiliar. Whoever this person is, he ain't human.
"Just...who the heck...are you?" Forcing himself to speak, however, in low tone.
Oume raise her eyebrow but still look raging. "Who the heck I am? I am Oume! How dare you forget me!"
It seems like Oume cannot hear the voice. That was why she looks even angry now. She squeeze even harder, making the boy scream out loud.
In real life, Izanagi did the same. His body tensed, sweating and crying of pain. He even talk...yet so soft that it can barely be heard.
Back in the dream, the unfamiliar voice replied. "I am Kenichi. Sword of Iemon."
Sword of Iemon he said? He can't talk anymore. Or else he will be crushed. Furthermore, it is too painful to make any noise now.
"I can give you power. The power that is enough to slay any evil soul. But in return, you, will have to feed me souls."
Feed you with souls...Is that it? Sounds like a good deal to me. Do I have a choice not using it? At least, if I live now...I can still see Umeda-san again.
He smirked. That does not please the lady Onrei. Causing himself suffer more pain. "What so funny!? Are you not afraid of dying?" Oume ask curiously and loosen her hands a bit, waiting for his answer.
At last...not too tight. He can breath better now. Panting, he look up to Oume. "I...I will...I will feed you with Oiwa's soul but now...Now, I will feed you Oume first!"
Just when he finished his words, a light appear from no where hit hard on Oume's back.
The lady scream and toss Izanagi off on the floor, using her claws to cover her burning back.
Instantly, the light move to Izanagi's hand. Forming into a katana. This...this really is Iemon's sword! But how?
What?! What is with this power? It feels...good. Really good. The katana automatically point at the Oume who struggle in pain at her back, vibrating.
It is like the katana knows who is his enemy. What the hell are you waiting for Izanagi? Kill her!
It is too late to turn back now...This has to be done. Put this to an end...
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 5:45 pm
Anger... hatred... sheer blinding rage...
Umeda was so shocked by the sudden explosion of emotions from Izanagi, that it knocked his kodama body right out of the sleeping compartment. As he flew through the air, he changed his form quickly, slamming into the opposite side of the train car in a completely corporeal human form.
He hadn't wanted to go flying OUT of the train altogether, after all.
Wincing, the man stood and quickly dashed back to Izanagi's compartment. He ripped the door straight off the hinges and hauled the young man's body out, laying him in the aisle.
"Izanagi!" the kodama shouted, ignoring the frightened stewardess who was standing behind him.
When no response was forthcoming... there was only one thing which the dark haired man could do.
"Sacred ground..." he whispered, pulling Izanagi into his arms.
With everything the kodama had, he phased both himself AND the young man into the form of spirits. Umeda jumped, literally flying through the roof of the train, Izanagi in his arms.
Of course, this posed a new problem... but miraculously, the wind picked up around the two invisible figures, spiriting them both with blinding speed through the air.
They hurtled forward, Izanagi clutched tightly against Umeda.
'We're running out of time!' the kodama thought to himself, pressing the winds for every ounce of speed.
Until...
WHAM!
Both slammed into the ground, bodies becoming corporeal only moments before impact. However, Umeda had managed the landing in such a way... that Izanagi's more fragile form was perfectly protected.
His own...
Blood...
Lots of blood...
But it was holy ground... sacred...
It was his birthplace, wasn't it?
Pushing himself up, Umeda took hold of Izanagi and carried the young man through the torii of the Seimeijinja. Granted he didn't get more than a couple of steps before the kodama faltered, collapsing onto his hands and knees.
Blood flowed freely from his back, which had impacted the hard stone and concrete. It dripped down his forehead as well, black hair damp with the sticky substance.
Noe coughed, fresh splatters of the sanguine liquid covering the ground before him.
'Alright... next time I won't travel so fast...' he thought, dark eyes unfocusing.
Until he remembered why they were there... that he wasn't alone within that sacred shrine.
Even as priests appeared, dashing toward the seemingly injured man and his charge, Umeda focused on one thing alone.
Pulling Izanagi close, the kodama tilted the young man's head back and claimed his lips in a rough yet passionate kiss.
If there was one thing that could bring Izanagi out of a dream... nay a nightmare... Umeda trusted that this was it.
With the power of the shrine, whatever darkness tainted Izanagi's mind would be dispelled... or quelled at the very least.
And from the strength of that power... the familiarity of that strength... that emotion...
'I... won't let that sword... take you... again...' he thought, deepening the kiss.
At least, until consciousness fled him and Umeda collapsed, unconscious, his blood soaking into Izanagi's clothes.
He hadn't heard the priests asking if they were alright... hadn't even noticed the men actually.
'Save... Izanagi...'
That mantra continued to run through Umeda's mind, even after he had passed out.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 1:20 am
( xD Sleeping 'beauty'? )
Izanagi standing right there. Watching Oume struggling crazily of her burned back.
He hesitated. Wondering if he should kill Oume with Kenichi's help. He knew if he use Kenichi's power, he will be swollen. Or...turn into Iemon himself.
He pity Oume. Afterall, she was a victim in this tragedy too. But she has to go. And a promise is a promise. He will feed Kenichi Oume's soul.
Gripping the sword, he point that sword at Oume, declaring war. But in his eyes, he is saying sorry to her.
Oume glare at Izanagi when he point the sword at her. She looked into his eyes. Smiling evily. "I don't need your pity. If I am going to die again, at least I'll take you with me this time."
She roared and dash forward to Izanagi with her long sharp claws.
Even though Izanagi never use a katana before, he weild it well. That was because Kenichi gave him super natural power.
Kenichi is impatient with all the dodging Izanagi was doing. "Slice her apart...Feed me her soul now. Show no mercy!" Kenichi growls.
Izanagi don't like Kenichi. Not at all. "Tch, I don't need you to tell me what to do."
Oume charged in. This is a nice chance to attack. Just when he was about to slice at Oume's face...like Iemon did, she turned into dust and disappeared. So does Kenichi...
"What's going on?" This is so weird. He can no longer feel Oume's presence or Kenichi's power flowing in his body.
This fragrance...Umeda-san? Pink, shiny cherry blossom petals start to fall from above...
Suddenly, he fell on his knees. His vision become blury. His body feels heavy. What the heck?
Izanagi closed his eyes intermittently and rapidly. He stare at the cherry blossom petal on the floor, shining.
"He is unconcious!"
"Take them inside to the shrine. Hurry!"
Izanagi can hear voices. He open his eyes. Blinking as his vision become clear again.
Who are these people? What is this place?
He look around and felt someone is laying on his chest. Umeda-san...?
"Umeda-san!" The boy shout. He is shocked to see the kodama is injured. He get up and wrap the kodama inside his arms.
"This is all my fault..." Izanagi blame himself.
If he wasn't the descendant of Iemon, maybe the kodama won't get hurt. Maybe they will never meet and this won't happen. "This is all my fault...my fault..." He said guiltily.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 12:33 pm
'Dou... doushite?...'
Silence... only silence answered that simple question.
'Se... mune... a... atama... ga...'
"There is a lot of blood this time..."
Umeda blinked, his vision blurry. 'Da.... dare... ka...'
"A spirit. Simply watching over you."
A soft hand rested on the kodama's chest for a split second.
"Sleep... let go and sleep... no one will see..."
'I... Izanagi...' Umeda couldn't forget and he tried to get up, but that hand kept him still. 'Ta... tasukette...'
"You will be safe. He is safe. Rest now... you are home..."
A feeling of intense peace fell over the kodama, and he gave in, letting everything go...
In the real world however, a strange change happened.
While the voice in his mind had said no one would see... that wasn't exactly true.
Umeda's body disappeared, only to form into his tiny kodama body, laying in Izanagi's arms.
He wasn't dead, but he was weak... injured...
One of the priests frowned, kneeling beside Izanagi and looking the boy over for any wounds. When he found none, he turned his attention to the kodama.
"I never thought I would see Umeda-san return to this holy place." the shinto priest spoke. "Judging from the small crater just outside the torii... I am guessing he saved your life, young man. Come..." carefully he and another priest helped Izanagi to his feet. "We need to get you inside. You need to rest... your spiritual energy seems depleted. And Umeda-san needs to be healed."
The priest issued a quick order to one of the others, and soon that man had left and returned with a small stoppered bottle. He handed it to Izanagi, even as they were leading the young man inside.
"He will need to drink this... slowly. Do not worry, it is only the sap of the sakura." for a moment the priest paused. "You... he brought you here for a reason." the old priest spoke. "Umeda-san left when I was a little boy... he told me that he was going in search of a place to die." the man smiled slightly. "To know he is still alive... is a miracle in itself."
The tiny body in Izanagi's arms shifted ever so slightly, seemingly trying to get as close to the young man as possible.
In truth... Umeda was unconsciously pulling on Izanagi's own spiritual strength... however drained it might be... simply to keep himself alive.
Leading Izanagi into the shrine, the priest stopped at a pair of double doors. He opened them, revealing a beautifully kept room, spotless of any sign of age. Just outside the sliding patio doors, were numerous sakura.
"This... has been Umeda-san's home for countless years. We kept it for him." his attention focused intently on Izanagi once more. "If you are unhurt, young man... then I will not send for a doctor... But please, tell me... why did you travel here with Umeda-san?" the old man bowed slightly. "I am Hakase, head priest of this shrine... may I inquire as to who you are?"
(((TRANS: Dou... doushite? = Wh... why? Se... mune... a... atama... ga... = Back... chest... he.... head... Da.... dare... ka... = Who... who you are... Ta... tasukette... = He... help...))) (((OOC: the "back chest head" comment was Umeda trying to say that those things hurt, but he couldn't get the "ittai" out before the voice in his mind spoke. He also just kinda gave up on the connecting "ya" particles there, hehe.)))
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 2:48 am
( x3 omg imagine how tiny he is...lol, laying in the boy's arm xD cute~ )
He can feel Umeda's body is shrinking in his arms. The kodama look so weak.
Izanagi pray to god inwardly, hoping the kodama will be fine.
He glare at the old man who kneeled beside him for a second. Thought that he would hurt the kodama. Until the old man mentioned the kodama's name...
Holy place? I see...we have arrived the shrine, Seimeijinja. The boy is relieved to know this is the shrine Umeda was talking about. The people here must be the priests.
Izanagi is rather shocked when the older priest said, "Judging from the small crater just outside the torii... I am guessing he saved your life, young man."
Crater? Is that how Umeda gets hurt? Did he...Jumped off from the train or something? Questions later...Now, the kodama need to be healed.
He tried to get up on his own, however he doesn't have enough energy to do so. "Thanks..." He said to the priests who help him to his feet.
Eyes only focused at the tiny kodama who is unconcious in his arms. To be honest, the kodama look very cute in this form.
"He will need to drink this... slowly. Do not worry, it is only the sap of the sakura."
He looked up to the old priest, stare for a while before taking the bottle from him. The next comment isn't surprising. So the boy didn't say anything about that. "How long have you know Umeda-san?" He asked curiously while trying to feed Umeda the sap of sakura, slowly, like the old priest said.
The old priest replied. That explains it. No wonder he recognize Umeda. But the follow up sentence...
Umeda-san...is dying soon? Izanagi instantly dive in deep thoughts as he watches the kodama moving his position slightly. Was that the reason why he is willing to help me? Is this what he called...as the last act? The boy frowned. He don't want the kodama die. HE is the one who should die. Not Umeda.
He was led into the shrine. It is well repaired inside. Unlike the torii outside that seems so old. Izanagi halt as the priest in front of him stopped. He was introduced to Umeda's home. This place is like heaven...So beautiful out there. He stepped in and look at the tiny kodama in his arms. "Welcome home, Umeda-san." He smiled and whisper.
Izanagi turned around when he heard the old priest questioned him. He got some new bruises. But it will go away though..."I'm fine..." He paused a while, sighed. if he is going to tell what had happened, it will be a long story. Right now, Izanagi only want to have some good rest and let the kodama to be healed.
The boy bow lower than the old priest as the sign of respect and manner. "Tamiya Izanagi..." Though he really never wanted to say this. "I'm the descendant...of Iemon."
( x3 It's real! The torii is old but the shrine is looking new..)
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 12:59 pm
'Tamiya Izanagi... I'm the descendant... of Iemon.'
Hakase's eyes couldn't have gotten any wider. The man literally couldn't speak for a few moments.
He knew the story of Umeda's life, well most of it, and now everything made sense.
"He risked his life to save you... ex... excuse me," Hakase spoke, trying to be as polite as possible. "But why?"
From everything the priest knew, Umeda hated Iemon with all his heart these days... He pitied Iemon... and also hated him for the betrayal.
He had befriended the ronin, Tamiya Iemon, and the two had developed a relationship as lovers... But of course then, Umeda learned of the murder of Yotsuya Samon, and that Iemon was responsible. It wasn't until he learned of Oiwa's scarring and accidental death, as well as how Iemon left Oiwa in betrayal, that Umeda had to flee Iemon's side, fearing that Iemon might one day turn on him too, and eventually disappeared into the night. He even revealed to Oiwa's ghost what Iemon had done, telling him everything... before watching Iemon spiral into insanity, until of course Yomoshichi put the man out of his misery.
During this time, Hakase had made sure that the young man was comfortably sitting. The descendant of Iemon shouldn't have had to bow... especially when injured. But also, Izanagi had apparently been carefully making sure Umeda was drinking the Sakura sap... and it wasn't long before the tiny body in the boy's arms, returned to its human form.
Dark eyes opened slightly and Umeda glared at Hakase. He didn't move, just glared.
When the priest realized this, he bowed. "Forgive the impudence of the question, Umeda-san, but..."
"But nothing..." the kodama whispered, trying to push himself up, only to collapse into Izanagi's arms again.
It was impossible for the spirit to sit on his own, let alone stand.
"I hated Iemon... only because I..." wincing, Umeda tried to finish his sentence.
Only for Hakase to interrupt him. "You're too weak to speak right now, Umeda-san. You need to rest and..."
Gripping Izanagi's shirt in one hand, the kodama shook his head slightly, "We're not... staying here if..."
"You misunderstand, Umeda-san. You are welcome here, you both are. This is your home, after all." the priest smiled slightly, trying to put the kodama's heart at ease. "If I have offended, please forgive me. It was not my intention."
Dark eyes focused on him again, but then turned to look up at Izanagi. "If the b*****d... interrupts me again... we're leaving..."
Of course there was a slight teasing glint to the kodama's gaze.
He wanted Izanagi to know he was alright... for the most part anyway.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 3:12 am
Izanagi noticed Hakase’s expression. It is just like what he was imagining. He thinks it is kind of funny to see the old priest to look like this. “Surprise…?” Giggling, he said.
The old priest seems to have changed his way of speaking when he knew the boy’s true identity. Izanagi knew Hakase didn’t want to offend the descendant of Iemon with his curiosity. But he hoped the priest will treat him like a normal teenager.
Slowly, he sits on a cushion that is on the floor, feeding the kodama the rest of the Sakura sap before replying the old priest’s question. “…He called it as the last act.” Sighed, he looked up to Hakase and stopped feeding Umeda the sakura sap. “I don’t want him to die…”
At this moment, the kodama has returned to his human form. “U-Umeda-san…” His eyes quickly back to focus on the kodama, glad to see him to regain consciousness so soon.
Now that was strange. As soon Umeda opened his eyes, he glared at Hakase. Why is that? Aren’t those two old buddies or something? Was it because of the last question that Umeda is not happy about?
Izanagi kept quiet and watch the two having their conversation. The kodama is obviously haven’t regain his full energy. Yet, he is pushing himself up which caused him collapsed into Izanagi’s arms.
The boy holds him tight so that he won’t be able to force himself to get up again.
Hmm? What was that? "I hated Iemon... only because I..."
Because you…? Ah, forget it. Although Izanagi really want to know what is the answer.
Now that he knows the kodama is alright, the boy finally relieved.
However, he is worry of himself more right now. His chest is aching a little and he feels like puking. What is this uncomfortable feeling?
Figure that he didn’t notice the kodama had drained some of his spiritual strength from him. He thought it was Kenichi’s power that had his energy sucked dry.
He tried to focus again when the kodama gripped on his shirt. He manage to keep himself awake long enough just to hear the kodama said something about they will leave if b*****d Hakase interrupts him…
Izanagi can feel the liquid rushing up from his throat to his mouth. The smell of that liquid inside his mouth is awful. It is blood…He don’t want the kodama to see this. But the smell…It is so awful that he can’t hold it inside his mouth any longer or force himself swallow them back in…There is more coming up from the throat.
A hand automatically came up to cover his mouth. Barf! Sanguine liquid puked out from the mouth. Some came out from the nose since Izanagi was holding too much of them inside for quite a while.
He slowly moves away his red bloody palm. Avoiding any of his blood to drop on the white wooden floor. “W-what ever you say…” He replies softly. Unfortunately, Izanagi didn’t saw the glint of tease from Umeda’s gaze. He was facing another side the moment he pukes. When he turned back his focus to the kodama, he saw a different gaze…
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 2:37 pm
Two things happened at the same time.
Hakase was immediately calling for a physician, one of the other priests having been just outside in case something was needed.
Meanwhile, Umeda was moving.
He shouldn't have even tried to move, but at the moment, the kodama didn't give a damn about how badly he felt.
"Izanagi!" the man spoke suddenly, sitting up and putting his arms around the younger man. Dark eyes flashed before he glared at Hakase again. "Baka! Didn't you think to make sure his energy wasn't drained?! I nearly f***ing died, Hakase! It didn't cross your mind that I would drain energy from him for self preservation?!"
The kodama yelling sobered the priest quickly... that, or the sudden angry aura which seemed to permeate the room.
Umeda pissed wasn't the best thing in the world...
Especially if he was pissed... at you...
"He's vomiting blood! He needs a doctor, NOW!"
Hakase held his hands out in front of him, "We've called for one, Umeda-san. It will just be a few minutes... You both need to rest. Please. For your own health, you..."
"I don't give a damn about my health!" Umeda shouted, actually flinging the priest backward with a sudden surge of power.
It was adrenaline... nothing more... but it was fueling the man's rage.
Attention re-focused on Izanagi, Umeda shook his head. "Gomen nasai, Izanagi.... I... I shouldn't have held onto you. I should have passed out and let you go... this is my fault."
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 12:13 am
Why do you care so much, Umeda-san? I'm just a descendant... Laying in his arms, Izanagi feel much safer.
He heard it. Every word the kodama said even though he had his eyes closed... So, it was the kodama who had his energy drained? Hehe, as long as he lives, I don't care how much energy he drain.
Izanagi tried to tell Umeda it wasn’t Hakase’s fault but he keeps vomiting more blood.
Oh lord, is it every kodama so stubborn like Umeda-san? What does he mean “I don't give a damn about my health!”? He should have listened to Hakase.
Those things you’ve said, Umeda-san…Were those s**t talking? You said you will protect me but now you don’t give a damn about your health. How are you gonna protect me if you don’t heal yourself? Baka!
He wants to tell the kodama how he thinks…But he is too weak to do so.
"Gomen nasai, Izanagi.... I... I shouldn't have held onto you. I should have passed out and let you go... this is my fault."
Such funny thoughts you have, Umeda-san. This is not your fault. I am the one who brings all these trouble to you here. I know you are searching for death but not like this, alright? If I still have some energy left for me to move…I’ll punch that pretty face of yours for sure.
Say something Izanagi! Stop this silly kodama from blaming others and himself.
“Listen to Hakase…” He gripped on Umeda’s coat said. “Please…Heal yourself first.” He begged before he passes out in front of the angry kodama.
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 7:15 pm
Time froze for Umeda.
His system slowed down, body went limp, but he didn't fall.
The doctor had to help pull Izanagi out of the kodama's arms, while Hakase forced Umeda to lay down.
Dark eyes didn't leave Izanagi's unconscious form, and the priest was tempted to chant a seal that would force the kodama to fall asleep.
After a few minutes however, the doctor shook his head, "I've given him an injection of steroids to try and boost his system... it seems as if he's incredibly weak."
"He stopped vomiting blood." Hakase pointed out. "Will he be alright."
"Shock to the system." the doctor replied, handing the priest a card. "This is my personal number. Call me if he worsens. For now... rest and plenty of it. Plus incredibly bland foods, if ANY food. He needs liquids and sleep."
Once the doctor was gone, Hakase sighed, "Umeda-san, you will need to recover your strength in order to transfer some of your energy to him."
"He'll wake up on his own..." the kodama whispered, pulling the futon blanket up over his head. "I might overload him and do more harm than good at this rate..."
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