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[isirocks.livejournal.com]

[Isi is walking down the hall, heading in the direction of his room. he's not looking away from the bundle in his arms; it's bloody, and looks to be a t-shirt. what it's wrapped around is made pretty obvious by the limp, blood-stained lizard tail hanging out from the cloth. he's planning on burying the iguana in the room he'd built its house in.]

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[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Of course, Isi. You're always welcome. In fact, I insist.

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

...okay.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Good. Now... do you want to go? Or do you want to stay here a bit longer?

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

...go. I need to... shower.

[stands slowly.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*nods and helps you up, letting you lean on him if you need it*

You can use the shower in my room then.

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

[appreciates that, a lot.]

Okay.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he stays silent for the beginning part of the walk to his room, then asks very quietly*

... Isi... were you... hurt?

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

[nearly stumbles at that, then nods instead of speaking.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he just nods tightly in response, carefully not looking at you since he knows how you must be feeling to admit that*

... then it's the Marluxia that I'm thinking of. I know him.

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

You do...?

[looks up at him, a little surprised.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*his voice is very tight and controlled and dripping with Darkness*

He's from my world.

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

[he can only imagine what's behind those words.]

Sorry you had to deal with such an asshole.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he doesn't really want you to know*

I made him pay for what he'd done. I nearly killed him, and gave him such a beating that he suffered brain damage and has amnesia now. Back home, at least. The DR decided to bring him in from the past.

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

[figures.]

I hate this place.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Don't worry. He's got a lot of enemies here. I'll kill him as many times as it takes. He won't get away with hurting my family.

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

Who else has he hurt?

[what doesn't think he's in that category.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

You mean besides you? Kai... a Riku... pretty much anyone on the side of 'young'.

... and my younger-self here.

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

[his hands clench into fists and he looks to the floor, but doesn't say anything.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

That's what he does, Isi. That's how his... tastes run. He enjoys breaking people and doesn't care how he does it. He's completely a Nobody, which makes sense since he's heartless.

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

That's disgusting.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

It is. So don't... blame yourself to much. He can be... absolutely charming when he needs to be. He can seem like the nicest guy in the world, until he gets what he wants.

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I noticed.

[quite disgusted.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he gives you a brief squeeze before opening the door to his room*

I'm sorry you even had to breathe the same air as him.

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

I shouldn't have given him a chance.

[still kind of blaming himself, yes.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*hugs you close*

Don't you dare blame yourself!