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Who: Eric and Mikoto
When: September 26th
Where: Ra's Temple
What: Eric's got a memory back and wants to confront the person that was in it.
Warnings: Nothing

[ Eric walked over to the bar that somehow has been rebuilt. At least, from what he could tell. He eyed the cracked sign before nodding to himself and entering it, surprised a bit that it was unlocked.

There was a strangeness to walking in this bar now, a strange feeling of deja vu. Not from visiting here a few times, but from something else now. He brushed it aside before walking around a bit, looking for the reason why he showed up.

Ren said to be careful with Izu...Kusanagi-san? And Yata, those that were from his world. And Mikoto...well...everyone should be careful of the exploding drama king, and for now Eric will be. But he'll still try and talk to this lazy lion. ]

H-hello?

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[ He's seated at the sofa, eyes closed, asleep. ]

Uhm...

[ He raises his hand to wake him up, but something tells him that's a bad idea waiting to happen, so he lowers it and sighs. ]

You certainly nap a lot, huh?

[ His breathing picks up and a hoarse voice breaks the silence ]

What are you doing here.

So you're alive...

[ Not that he doubted it, but this guy slept so much and caused so much destruction, he would probably self destruct at some point... ]

Came to...talk, I guess. If that's alright with you.

[ He doesn't move, doesn't open his eyes. ]

Then talk.

[ He jumps a bit, surprised by this almost sleep talking. He fidgets with his sleeves, how to even start? ]

I...remembered something else. From...uhm

[ As much as he wanted to get this out, to talk to this guy...Mikoto didn't seem all that here. He was probably bothering him. ]

Ah...maybe I should come back later...

What did you remember.

[ Well that was a continue if he ever heard one. He pauses, trying to figure this out and how to go about it. This was a lot more different then the one before. ]

This...this bar...I was in it. On that couch too, I guess.

[ It was odd, something familiar but new but it felt more familiar in that memory, like he had known it a lot longer. ]

Izu...Kusanagi-san...and Tozu... [ He tilts his head ] Totsuka-san, they were here. And they were going somewhere. Some other people were going too. And they asked if I wanted to come. But I didn't want to, I felt pretty tired. They left and I fell asleep...

[ He began to fidget with his sleeves]

I remembered a part from that time too. There was...a lot of pain...

[ He didn't want to get into it, not unless he asked. It felt strange to have a dream inside a memory that had been a dream. He could still almost feel it. He shivers and looks down, it was better to just continue ]

But then, I heard a voice say 'You're safe' and 'They won't hurt you anymore' and I woke up and, someone was holding me, keeping me safe.

[ He looked up at the red head, just as he did after waking up from that horrible nightmare. ]

It was you, Mikoto...Mikoto-san.

[ Gold eyes open to the world and the King sits up, running a hand through his hair.

Mikoto-san When's the last time he heard that? ]

You really want to talking about this ?

[ Wasn't it dangerous? ]

[ He got Mikoto's eyes to open, that was something. ]

The last time it was okay...

[ He shrugs. ]

Ren said I needed to be careful, and I am. And...well...You said I made good memories, too. And...you got me some water and said you'd keep an eyes out while I went back to sleep...so I wanted to let you know I got one back.

[ He got one back... just when he’d decided to let them go. ]

It’s not just one.

[ He sits back, eyes open this time. ]

You’ve got more to go.

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[ He nods, a small, sad smile on his face. There had been some bad in this but seeing that good was more than worth it. But still, he lowers his head again. There was something. ]

When you called us here I thought...I thought maybe you were a part of that...the bad group. That everyone was, I didn't know what to think but that was a bad thing...I shouldn't have thought that you were bad people. I'm sorry...

It's fine.

[ He moves to place a hand on his shoulder. ]

You're free to think what you want.

[ He jumps as he feels the hand, surprised still by the gestures. Mikoto...really want to help. That time when he met him before and they talked...even when Izu...Kusanagi-san disappeared, Mikoto helped Eric. ]

Then...I think you're a good person who...cares about the people you care about. You're not bad.

[ He shrugs. He's free to think what he wants. ]

No one's really bad. We've all just have different priorities.

[ With that, Eric manages a quiet chuckle. ]

Guess that explains everything that you've done since you got here, huh?

[ A raised brow as he lets his hand drop. You trying to read him now, Eric? ]

What's that?

With all the explosions and fighting. But then with calling us over here. You cause a lot of trouble, but in the end it's suppose to help. [ He shrugs. ] Different priorities, right?

[ Just because others just see destruction doesn't mean there isn't some purpose, right? ]

Hey...you're feeling better, right? You really pushed yourself you know...

Hmph.

[ He scoffs at the idea, though there's a lingering smile on his lips. Right on target, Eric. ]

[ That last line has him losing some of the easy mirth from before but manages to keep a subdued one in place. ]

You know my god power.

[ Cleansing fire. No matter how much he pushes himself, here, he'll always be able to fix it, one way or another. ]

[ Once again, he spots that small smile. Mikoto smiled at him a couple of times now, how happy was he to remember something of him? Watching people you knew not remember you and even scorn you...he can't imagine what that must feel. ]

At least the heavens gave you something that can help you when you go through those things, huh? Doesn't mean it can't hurt though.

[ And once again, it was just...so easy for him to talk to this guy when he wasn't feeling overwhelmed and fearful. Only remembering that one memory of Mikoto, it didn't show their whole relationship probably, but knowing that at times it was like that was fine. It was enough. ]

[ It felt like a blade sliding in, inch by inch. One he didn't want but accepted nonetheless because it came from the people that mattered anything to him. It didn't matter what they gave him, he'd accept it, even their scorn. Their accusations. Betrayals. It's probably why the Heaven's gave him the white flames to begin with - to give him a means to keep going without his niche family. Without the bit of happiness he managed to carve out before the end. ]

I've gotten used to it.

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And I got used to beatings and burns and killing people.

[ It's not the same as...whatever it is he has. That sword thing he didn't understand it but it was a lot of power and it looked like it just wanted to be let out, whether it listened to the wielder or not.

But, if there was something that could maybe help, and relate just a little...he'll try. Because he felt better when he knew others had something similar. It was horrible that they had but, a connection was made. ]

Doesn't mean it didn't hurt or make me scared.

[ He turns to look at him. Really look at him. He remembered when he first laid eyes on him years ago. He was just another stray Fujishima brought in to him. Even after he made an attempt on his life, the kid barely made a blip on his radar. Yet, the length his men took to help him was enough to make him take a second look. He'd wronged them. Turned a knife on Totsuka and harmed Fujishima. Yet, despite this, it wasn't an enemy he saw but a wild animal, chained down by a world that had let him slip through the cracks, made to do the bidding of selfish men. It's no wonder why he struck out at whatever drew near. He understood all this even before Kusanagi tried to plead his case to him, so when they asked for his help, he went. But not for them alone. Yet, the law of the jungle still applied. He had harmed his men, put them in danger and even if he sympathized with his plight, he could not ignore what had happened. He gave him the flame without prompting, to save or consume him. In the end he survived the trial by fire as Mikoto knew he would and he welcomed him into the family with no regrets. ]

You still scared?

[ He tilts his head, thinking for a moment. ]

...Sometimes.

[ He can't lie, because he got scared a lot. Even though he didn't talk about the nightmare part, it still scared him. There was a lot of his past that terrified him and just knowing that he only scratched the surface even more so. ]

But some people have been trying to help, so it's not so bad.

Keep them close.

You'll need them for what's to come.

[ He nods, heading to the couch and taking a seat on it. His legs come up quickly, a reflex more then anything. ]

I intend to.

[ He regards him with an even look but says nothing about his new spot. ]

....

[ He looks back at him, a light smirk on his face before he shrugs. ]

You've helped too you know. So I'm just taking your advice.

[ Those times he did, Eric had been grateful. It made him feel a bit safer in his mind and in this world.

But even after saying that, he does pause. He did sort of barge in here, woke Mikoto up, and took a seat to make himself at home. Maybe he would be angry... ]

Unless you don't want me around...

[ He's quiet for a long moment, lost in thought, before he fishes out a pack of cigarettes. ]

Do what you want.

[ He tells him as he plucks out a stick. ]

[ That's probably the closest he was going to get to an answer, so he will take it. ]

Thanks.

[ He sits there for a moment before another question comes to his mind. ]

When did you wake up? From that long sleep...

[ Did he come to check up on this place? Maybe... ]

[ He shrugs. ]

A few days.

[ He was sleeping for 3 whole days but he's been sleeping more than usual since. ]

Feel any better?

[ He wasn't going to ask him if he has seen Izumo. Or...Kusanagi-san now. Things seemed just rough with everyone who was involved in their world. ]

[ Good call. ]

Better than before.

That's good...

[ He fidgets a bit with his sleeves as he trails off. He wasn't very good at this was he. He came here to talk about the memory, but he also didn't know much about the guy or about this whole...social and helping thing. ]

[ He stands. ]

You hungry?

[ He asks as he heads to the kitchen. ]

Ah...uhm...

[ He jumps a bit when Mikoto stands and he looks down, trying to decide if he was or not. ]

Just...a bit.

[ He pushes open the kitchen door to the side of the bar and walks in without looking back, expecting him to follow. ]

[ He blinks as he sees Mikoto disappear in the kitchen before hopping up and trailing after him, wondering what was going to happen, or if he could help at least. ]

You...cook?

[ He's looking through the fridge when he comes in. ]

Depends on your definition.

[ Is all he tells him as he spots the tupperware Alex had left him that morning. ]

What you want?

[ He's not going to question it but he shrugs, not really caring. ]

Ah...anything is fine...

[ He pulls out a tupperware container, removes the plastic top and red emanates from his hand as he walks it over to the table. By the time he sets it down steam is rising from the tamagoyaki. It's heated through evenly. ]

The plates are in the cupboard behind you.

[ He tells him as he grabs the utensils and lays out two sets on the table. ]

[ Did...did he just warm something up with his fire? Eric stares at the strange sight for a moment before he hears Mikoto speak. He jumps slightly, nodding a few times. ]

R-right!

[ It takes two cupboards to open before he finds the plates and takes out two. He places them where Mikoto had placed the utensils and sat down at one of them. ]

[ He adds water to a kettle adds in a metal tea ball infuser with tea leaves inside. Red once more covers his hand and the kettle is screaming as steam rushes out of the top. Mikoto sets it down in the middle of the table and moves to pick up two cups setting one in front Eric before taking a seat. ]

Go ahead and serve yourself.

[ He tells him as he picks up the kettle and pours himself a cup of tea. ]

[ He's doing the tea too?? Eric can't help but be impressed by that, some serious control on his aura.

He stares at the tea cup and pours himself a cup after Mikoto has. At the suggestion, Eric nods and takes just a couple of takoyaki. ]

Th-thanks...

[ He mumbles an itadakimasu and begins to eat. ]

[ Mikoto serves himself in silence and begins to eat without preamble, taking a few bites before a drink of the tea. He doesn't mind silence, the same way he doesn't mind a nosy room. ]

[ He sips some tea before digging into the takoyaki. It was pretty good. He chews on it for awhile before he glances back up to Mikoto, studying him, trying to figure this weird guy out. ]

[ He eats his food consistently, neither lingering with the food or tea and soon enough his plate is empty and he's nursing the cup of tea. ]

Did you make the takoyaki?

[ The way he just warmed it up...he doesn't know if he applies it to cooking. He jumps though, because remembers something else. ]

Ah...uhm...thanks...for the food.

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