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Fallen, but not Broken

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He glanced at Sora as the doctor walked out, then shrugged. They’d tell him when they told him, he supposed. Until then, all he could really do was answer the Officer’s questions and hope he wouldn’t give too much away. He could hear Officer Boat reassuring Sora that, “Yes, we can. That is our job,” but most of his attention was on Officer Fisher.

The officer took out a notebook and smiled at Ienzo. “So, the doctor told me your name is Ienzo-do you have a last name, though?”

Ienzo blinked, then shook his head. “Sorry…I don’t know. I…I can’t remember.” A small white lie, but Ienzo still felt a pang of guilt for saying it. Still, it would keep both him and Sora safe. As Officer Boat asked Sora a similar question, Ienzo gave Officer Fisher a worried look. “Is that a problem?”

"I don’t believe so, though that is worrying." The officer began writing, then looked up again. "It means that you may have damage to your head of some sort that has altered your memory." He glanced at Sora, then sighed. "But if there are holes in your memories, your friend might be able to help you out."

Good.” It was short and sweet, though Sora meant it…sort of. He had the sneaking suspicion — more than a suspicion by now, really — that these cops weren’t going to help at all, except by maybe getting Ienzo out of this place, or at least getting someone other than Sora responsible for him. He didn’t think living in the park was gonna be too beneficial for someone with a healing back.

He tried quite hard not to tense up when Boat asked him his name, keeping his face open and his hands loose at his sides only thanks to years of practice. "I have one, but it would be unwise to tell you. My family will not wish to hear of my involvement." More like he didn’t want his family to hear of his involvement, but simply rearranging the truth wasn’t a lie, now was it?

Sora looked up…and up…and up, but stared Officer Boat in the face as best he could, letting his gaze slide to Ienzo briefly in a careful study of concern. He knew how these cops were trained to read body language, and he wasn’t about to let himself slip. He had to make use of all of his acting skills. "But you find the ones who hurt him, yes? To throw someone out of a car is beyond wrong; they should be punished."

Make it believable, Sora…just do that, and don’t contradict yourself…

Officer Boat nodded slightly and wrote in his own notebook as Sora spoke. “That is fine. We will not inform them of your involvement should you change your mind, though.” He blinked at the mention of a car, then glanced at Officer Fisher. “He claims that Ienzo was thrown out of a car.”

The other officer blinked, then looked at Ienzo.”Do you remember anything like that?”

"Not…really. I remember falling, and a loud sound as I landed, but that’s about it about what was done to me." He paused, debating, then added, "I can remember a face, however."

"Can you describe it?"

Ienzo quietly described Xehanort, trying not to let his voice tremble. Even though the other angel was far, far away, and even though he’d deserved the Fall, he couldn’t help but be afraid of what would happen should they meet again. Officer Fisher, for his part, just wrote, then asked Officer Boat to relay the description in hopes Sora had seen the man.

A futile hope, really, but it was all Ienzo could offer.

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Fallen, but not Broken

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Ienzo wasn’t sure why Sora was whispering, but he decided to go along with it. "I see. Well, I am glad that I will heal well, at least." He cared more about the fact that he wasn’t bleeding to death any more. The fact that he would heal was just a bonus for him.

He smiled as Sora took his shirt back, leaning back on his hands. “It looks fairly clean, so hopefully you won’t be sitting around in a bloody shirt.” He had a feeling that would be unpleasant, at the very least. And Sora seemed to be happy to have his shirt back on.

"I…don’t know? They haven’t mentioned that yet." He looked around, then cocked his head slightly as he heard voices coming down the hall. "I think they might be about to tell me, though…"

A moment later, the curtain was pushed open, revealing a doctor and two men in some sort of uniform. The doctor smiled at them both, then said,”I’m sorry it took so long, but these men are police officers. They’ll be taking your statements.”

The black-hared one didn’t smile, but his expression was gentle as he spoke. “I am Officer Fisher, and this is Officer Boat. We’re just going to ask you some questions-is that okay?”

Officer Boat looked at Sora with the same expression and repeated what Officer Fisher said, making Ienzo frown slightly as he tried to figure out why. Then he shrugged and looked back at Officer Fisher. “I’m okay with it, at least.”

"You will." Sora looked at Ienzo for a moment, contemplating, before continuing. "Might have some nasty scars once it’s all done, but you should heal up fine. One thing medical jerks know how to do well is sew people up."

He shrugged lightly, tugging his jacket sleeves down over his arms. “A little blood’s not gonna kill me. If I need to, I’ll find some place to wash it again.” He’d live with a few spots until then, if necessary. It wasn’t soaked through like his jacket had been, so he was okay.

"Oh, they’ve not? Well…guess that—" Sora stopped dead, blinking at Ienzo when he said that, only to jump when the curtain was pushed open and three people tromped in. He closed his face off slightly, expression dropping back into an act of confused curiosity. These were cops. He knew cops. He’d expected cops, honestly, but had held out this vain little hope that he could get out of here before they arrived. That obviously wasn’t going to be the case.

…and they had someone who spoke Japanese. Great. That meant Sora’s lies were about to get a whole lot better.

Still, had to play the part of a kid willing to help.

With a glance at Ienzo, Sora turned to Officer Boat, nodding. “I understand. You can help him, yes?”

He glanced at Sora as the doctor walked out, then shrugged. They’d tell him when they told him, he supposed. Until then, all he could really do was answer the Officer’s questions and hope he wouldn’t give too much away. He could hear Officer Boat reassuring Sora that, “Yes, we can. That is our job,” but most of his attention was on Officer Fisher.

The officer took out a notebook and smiled at Ienzo. “So, the doctor told me your name is Ienzo-do you have a last name, though?”

Ienzo blinked, then shook his head. “Sorry…I don’t know. I…I can’t remember.” A small white lie, but Ienzo still felt a pang of guilt for saying it. Still, it would keep both him and Sora safe. As Officer Boat asked Sora a similar question, Ienzo gave Officer Fisher a worried look. “Is that a problem?”

"I don’t believe so, though that is worrying." The officer began writing, then looked up again. "It means that you may have damage to your head of some sort that has altered your memory." He glanced at Sora, then sighed. "But if there are holes in your memories, your friend might be able to help you out."

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tonystarks:

"well why is it even important to mention aromantic and asexual people all the time not everyone gets mention-"

because our entire culture is so deeply steeped in sex and romance and there’s millions of people who want none of one or the other or both and they need to be recognized and mentioned instead of made to feel like they don’t fit and they’re broken

shadows-twisted-reflections

Fallen, but not Broken

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Ienzo cooperated as well as he could with the exam that the nurse gave him. The blood pressure cuff had made him scowl and attempt to take it off before the nurse had stopped him, but everything else had gone well, and the nurse had promised to go talk to the doctor in charge of him.

He had barely stepped out when Sora poked his head in, garnering a few more blinks. “I…am? I didn’t realize.” He frowned slightly, trying to remember-there was something he needed to do, but he couldn’t remember what…

"Oh!" Ienzo reached out and snatched up the shirt that Sora had loaned him, then held it out with a smile. "Here-they gave me clothes, so I don’t need this anymore. Thanks for letting me borrow it."

Sora frowned slightly, glancing behind him warily before venturing the rest of the way into the curtained cubicle. “Yeees…” he said, voice slow and soft. He was listening, and said nothing else until he was near-certain that no one was near enough to hear. Even then, though, he didn’t let his voice get much above a whisper, wary of anyone hearing him speaking perfectly acceptable English. “Usually takes forever.But at least you’re stitched up now, so your back should heal fine.”

He jumped slightly at Ienzo’s sudden exclamation, blinking at him before reaching to take the shirt. “I see.” Which was true. He could see that Ienzo was now clothed — at least what he could see of him — and it made him feel oddly relieved for the guy. Having nothing on in places like this sucked.  

Sora reached for the shirt, holding it in his mouth briefly while he shrugged out of his jacket, putting the shirt back on before slipping the jacket over it, sighing at the sense of warmth just having something covering him entirely again brought with it.  “Welcome, I think.”

Another moment of quiet, listening, making sure no one was coming, and Sora dropped his voice a bit more, coming up to the side of the bed and leaning. “What’re they gonna do? Keep you?”

Ienzo wasn’t sure why Sora was whispering, but he decided to go along with it. "I see. Well, I am glad that I will heal well, at least." He cared more about the fact that he wasn’t bleeding to death any more. The fact that he would heal was just a bonus for him.

He smiled as Sora took his shirt back, leaning back on his hands. “It looks fairly clean, so hopefully you won’t be sitting around in a bloody shirt.” He had a feeling that would be unpleasant, at the very least. And Sora seemed to be happy to have his shirt back on.

"I…don’t know? They haven’t mentioned that yet." He looked around, then cocked his head slightly as he heard voices coming down the hall. "I think they might be about to tell me, though…"

A moment later, the curtain was pushed open, revealing a doctor and two men in some sort of uniform. The doctor smiled at them both, then said,”I’m sorry it took so long, but these men are police officers. They’ll be taking your statements.”

The black-hared one didn’t smile, but his expression was gentle as he spoke. “I am Officer Fisher, and this is Officer Boat. We’re just going to ask you some questions-is that okay?”

Officer Boat looked at Sora with the same expression and repeated what Officer Fisher said, making Ienzo frown slightly as he tried to figure out why. Then he shrugged and looked back at Officer Fisher. “I’m okay with it, at least.”

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Sonata for Piano and Clarinet

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"You’re here too. My magic would just splash out, otherwise." He could tell that Sora knew he was here, but reassurance never hurt. Besides, it was true-if you weren’t within his reality, he couldn’t affect you. He’d learned that with some ghosts in Halloween Town and had taken it to heart.

Ienzo’s eyebrow rose as Sora asked his question, and he traded glances with Aeleus. The man just shrugged, then said, “I work out a lot?” He nodded quietly at the request, then knelt and carefully put one hand under Sora’s legs and the other behind his back. “Is this okay?”

"If it Isn’t, I can create a cushion for you." He would have to be careful to make sure Aeleus could hold onto both Sora and the cushion, but that wouldn’t be too hard. And so long as it would help Sora, he didn’t really care how hard it would be.

"I guess so," Sora murmured, once again looking from Ienzo to Aeleus and back again, shifting slowly in an attempt to get his arm the rest of the way underneath, to give Aeleus something to hold to. “I…see.”

He couldn’t help but frown slightly, a bit bewildered. “I didn’t think humans could grow that much.” Yes, he knew quite a few people who were very well over six feet, his brothers among them, but they weren’t human.

Sora flinched slightly as Aeleus’ hand came down against his back, but he was being supported underneath his shoulder blades, not over them, so he could handle that, though whether or not Aeleus could feel any blood through his shirt was another story. As for his legs…well. Didn’t matter there, they were useless and half curled already, having seized up even before he landed. He bit his lip, but nodded after a moment, getting used to the idea of a change in position. “I’m okay like this.”

"Dilan’s taller than me. He’s not as broad, but he is taller. Perhaps it’s something in the water." He glanced at Ienzo with a smirk twitching at the corners of his lips, then looked away as Ienzo glared at him. "I promise we’re not all that tall. Ienzo is shorter than average, and Even is average sized."

Ienzo rolled his eyes, then nodded. “Yeah, we are.” He watched worriedly as Sora flinched, then sighed in relief as he relaxed slightly. “Okay, good. It won’t be a long walk up to the castle, and there I can heal you fully.” He gave the boy a gentle smile, then glanced at Aeleus.

Aeleus nodded, then murmured, “Up we go.” He was gentle as he lifted the boy out of the crater and cradled him to his chest. Standing, he looked down at Sora, smiling gently. “Okay, you’re up. You ok?”

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Anonymous asked:

(Monster Meme) Sora's lips thinned, and he stared up at Ienzo's accuser quietly, reaching up to put a hand on Ienzo's shoulder. "He's no monster, but you sure are for thinkin' it. He's a person just like you. Don't like it? Shove off, 'n I hope the -real- monsters come to -greet- you."

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Ienzo glanced between Sora and Hunter, eyes wide and a little frightened. Not for himself-he could get away just fine-but for Sora. The older male weighed at least twice as much as he did, and he wasn’t about to watch his friend get hurt.”Sora, please, don’t-“

"Aww, the leech made a friend. How cute,” Hunter sneered. “How long has he had you under his control, kid?”

"I haven’t." Ienzo’s voice had gone soft and flat. "I would never control someone against their will."

"Riiiight. Nice story, but we all know the real story. Why else would your parents keep you. Pity?”

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Hunter just stared for a moment. Most of the words that Sora had said had obviously gone straight over his head, and most of the rest of them had been full of concepts that he just didn’t understand.

Eventually, he seemed to decide to latch on to the last thing Sora said. “You saying I need pity?”

"You do." Ienzo’s voice was nowhere near as cold as Sora’s had been, but it was full of infinite disapproval. "You are angry and hateful, and it can only hurt you. I cannot hate you, Hunter. All I can do is pity you."

Hunter snarled clenching a fist, but before he could do anything, Ienzo gave him a brief smile. “Incidentally, I believe Aeleus and Dilan are around the corner. You might want to keep things peaceful, yeah?”

If nothing else, Hunter’s silence proved Sora right, at least about this. He nodded, tilting his head toward Ienzo. “Hate is worth pity, nothin’ more. It blinds you to the truth and what’s good…and that’s just pitiable.”

Sora narrowed his eyes slightly, shifting his breath when Hunter clenched his fist, though he appeared to do little else. He kept his voice low, even after Ienzo mentioned the two cops. “Neither of us want to fight you. You’re the only one itching to cause blood and pain for someone else. Think about that, and decide who the real monster is.”

Hunter just stared at the pair for a moment, obviously torn between the idea he could take them-even though he was outnumbered by vampires, he was bigger and thought he was stronger them-and the desire to not get arrested. Eventually, the desire to not get arrested won out, and he glared at them one last time. “I’m just itching to get rid of some threats to society, that’s all. But if you want to hide behind the police, that’s fine.” He spat on the ground at their feet. “You’d better watch your backs.”

As he stalked off, Ienzo gripped Sora’s shoulder as his legs went slightly weak. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them again and gave Sora a weak smile. “Thanks for backing me up, Sora. …Mind if we just head home now?”

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Anonymous asked:

(Monster Meme) Sora's lips thinned, and he stared up at Ienzo's accuser quietly, reaching up to put a hand on Ienzo's shoulder. "He's no monster, but you sure are for thinkin' it. He's a person just like you. Don't like it? Shove off, 'n I hope the -real- monsters come to -greet- you."

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Ienzo glanced between Sora and Hunter, eyes wide and a little frightened. Not for himself-he could get away just fine-but for Sora. The older male weighed at least twice as much as he did, and he wasn’t about to watch his friend get hurt.”Sora, please, don’t-“

"Aww, the leech made a friend. How cute,” Hunter sneered. “How long has he had you under his control, kid?”

"I haven’t." Ienzo’s voice had gone soft and flat. "I would never control someone against their will."

"Riiiight. Nice story, but we all know the real story. Why else would your parents keep you. Pity?”

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"It’s okay, Ienzo."

Under normal circumstances, Sora would have been afraid. He was terrified of Hunters, but this…this guy. Calling Ienzo a monster when he and his ilk were the real monsters of this world. He tightened his hold on Ienzo’s shoulder, doing his best to keep fear and rage from leaking from him, channeling it all into his expression and eyes.

"Or maybe because they love him, which is obviously a concept you have never heard of, if you are this much of a brainless, idle degenerate who represents nothing more than the scum of humanity.” Sora’s clipped voice was as cold as his eyes, which had turned a strange shade of gold, but somehow seemed as icy as an arctic winter. “And as for being ‘under his control’, hardly. The only ‘control’ he has over me is telling me where we can go get lunch that will have options for me to eat. You, however, seem to be under the direct control of brainwashing known colloquially as ‘slobbering ethnic hatred’. You are the one who should be pitied, not an innocent like Ienzo.”

Hunter just stared for a moment. Most of the words that Sora had said had obviously gone straight over his head, and most of the rest of them had been full of concepts that he just didn’t understand.

Eventually, he seemed to decide to latch on to the last thing Sora said. “You saying I need pity?”

"You do." Ienzo’s voice was nowhere near as cold as Sora’s had been, but it was full of infinite disapproval. "You are angry and hateful, and it can only hurt you. I cannot hate you, Hunter. All I can do is pity you."

Hunter snarled clenching a fist, but before he could do anything, Ienzo gave him a brief smile. “Incidentally, I believe Aeleus and Dilan are around the corner. You might want to keep things peaceful, yeah?”

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(Monster Meme) Sora's lips thinned, and he stared up at Ienzo's accuser quietly, reaching up to put a hand on Ienzo's shoulder. "He's no monster, but you sure are for thinkin' it. He's a person just like you. Don't like it? Shove off, 'n I hope the -real- monsters come to -greet- you."

Ienzo glanced between Sora and Hunter, eyes wide and a little frightened. Not for himself-he could get away just fine-but for Sora. The older male weighed at least twice as much as he did, and he wasn’t about to watch his friend get hurt.”Sora, please, don’t-“

"Aww, the leech made a friend. How cute,” Hunter sneered. “How long has he had you under his control, kid?”

"I haven’t." Ienzo’s voice had gone soft and flat. "I would never control someone against their will."

"Riiiight. Nice story, but we all know the real story. Why else would your parents keep you. Pity?”