Dark Confessions of a Night Gone Wrong - (Blue) - R

[Anonymous]

Hayate started as his hands were suddenly caught within Fai’s strong grip. He tried to fight the man as he brought his hand down by his side, but he was too much raw power to handle he realized.

When Hayate thought he couldn’t stand anymore he caught a strange emotion peeking out from Fai’s cold mask, and it caught him off guard. Next thing he knew he was falling backward with the hot sting of a slap breaking his lip open. The shock alone from that caused tears to well up in his eyes. Fai had never laid a hand on him before in the few years he had known him. And now after all this time...after all this time...

He fell hard and quickly turned to the man his eyes mad with rage not even caring that blood was running down his chin from his open wound. It actually fed his madness.

“Where do you think you’re going?!� he yelled. "I'm not done with you!"

Again he was up on his feet as out of nowhere charged the other man, jumping at his legs to avoid being impaled on his wings, knocking him through the door into the hallway, slamming roughly into him. He didn’t care where they both landed or if he got hurt in the process, all he knew was that he wanted to beat the living crap out of Fai or at least die trying…



(ooc: Umm, sorry took liberties with running into Fai, if you don't like it, I can edit it. If not, just bring it on, feel free to beat the crap out of Hayate if you want, or not, whatever.  :twisted: )

[Anonymous]

Fai should have known to just leave the room as quickly as possible. After hitting Hayate, he could only assume the young man would not be happy.
And indeed, he wasn't.
Fai had just turned the knob to the door when Hayate shouted, but didn't have much time to react. Something heavy slamed into his legs and he smacked into the door, forcing it open and spilling into the hallway. His chin slapped the floor and split open a bit, hurting something fierce and spilling crimson down his neck.

Turning over as much as he could with both Hayate on his legs and his wings at his back, Fai gave Hayate a flat, unemotional look.
He had no intention of fighting back, no intention of hitting Hayate again.
"As I said, only once..."
If Hayate had it in him to beat Fai to a blood pulp, now was the time to do it.
Fai would not raise a hand to Hayate again, just as he had said.

[Anonymous]

Hayate landed on top of Fai, straddling him on both sides of his waist he sat down on top of him, his lean legs pressing in on Fai, holding him down. It was the perfect position to get his revenge he realized as he shook with anger.

As I said, only once...

Hayate gasped at Fai’s words. Shaking with emotion he closed his eyes and raised his fist to him, slamming it painfully into Fai’s chin, blood smearing all over his knuckles. He raised his hand again, eyes watching him, waiting for any sign that he would move against him and finding none. Why wouldn’t he move? Why wouldn’t he at least block his punches? His heart felt suddenly like it would burst and he screamed at him, grabbing Fai by the robe and shaking him violently. “Hit me!� he yelled in his face. "What the hell is the matter with you? Hit ME!" Tears ran down his face and Hayate let go of him as if he had been burned by touching him.

He raised both hands and began hitting him again, and again in the chest and stomach, wanting nothing more than to spill all these emotions from inside, to be done with them so he could be free. He’d be damned if he would spend one more day here under his control. One more day not knowing if he would spend the rest of his days here like a caged bird, unable to take flight because of him. Because of Fai whom had Hayate chained to him like a trained pup.

Damn him! Hayate realized hitting Fai again in the stomach, his punch much weaker this time for the feelings he had for Fai were starting to surface uncontrollably. No, he was loosing the battle. He couldn’t let that happen! He was getting tired, feeling his wrist suddenly snap with his next punch, the pain sending him reeling when he realized he had sprained it. He didn’t care to nurture it at the moment. He paused in his beating and looked at Fai, eyes going wide again at the man’s lack of response.

“Damn it, why don’t you fight back!�

The sight of blood caught his attention and disgusted by the sight of Fai just laying there allowing Hayate to hit him was too much for poor Hayate to bear. He stood as if frightened all over again, backing away slowly, blinded by tears that would not stop, the back of his hurt hand pressed against his bloody mouth. He couldn’t stand him just lying there, couldn’t stand the fact there was nothing else for him to do. Couldn't stand the truth that he actually cared for him, that he possible even lov--

No! Slowly Hayate backed up until he found himself standing before the open window. There was another way out of this he realized. The one way he was too scared to take until now.

His face suddenly grim, he looked at Fai for the last time and purposely fell backwards out the window to the ground below where darkness would overcome him the moment he hit the hard rocky bottom...

(ooc: haha, edited that last line for ya!)

[Anonymous]

Fai was in an uncomfortable position for his pummeling, his glass-like wings pressed flat on either side of him along the floor. He grunted lightly as his already bleeding chin was struck, but straightened his head soon after, watching Hayate with eyes that struggled to remain distant. He was shaken, but still his face remained blank.
"No." He said softly.
He wasn't going to hit him.
No matter what...

The air left Fai's chest through his nose in a rush, and squinted as he attempted not to make a sound as Hayate's fists rained down on his chest and stomach. The hollow sound of the fists landing on his chest was strange to him, though the blows to his stomach bothered him far worse because they caused piercing pain in his delicate organs.
If he was not in such good shape, with so much lean muscle, he probably would have come out of it all much worse.
A few weak coughs forced their way from Fai as Hayate suddenly jumped up, but he did not rise to follow.

He could not fathom the boy's tears. He knew of Hayate's extreme emotions, they were running all over his face. But he just...didn't understand all of them.
And he really caused Hayate so much hate...?
Slowly he began to sit up, a grimace flashing across his face as his sore stomach protested.
And then he caught the look on Hayate's face.
No...

"HAYATE!"

This was beyond him and his pain.
This was beyond him and his emotions.
Fai threw himself off the floor, scrabbling, running, half flying, to that window.
Nonononono...
No!
He was out of the window, literally hurling himself after Hayate. They were on the second floor! He was falling head first!!
A long fingered hand grabbed Hayate's ankle, and he yanked, pulling himself down and Hayate up, until he managed to grab his body.

Shit...
His wings opened in a futile gesture, the ground suddenly upon them.
Closing his eyes, Fai curled around Hayate, reversing their positions, before the ground met his back.
His wings shattered in a tinkling of glass-like shards, and the world burst into white light before sinking into blackness.

(Hahah, take that! Lmao ^^;; )

[Anonymous]

The tiny little bird flittered about with sudden hope burning in his chest; anxious to take flight. The gate to his cage was flung open; the bird prepared himself to take flight. He made his way to the open door flittering about happily, but then a shadow descended down on his little prison, slamming the small gate shut before he could free himself.

Why did it have to come down to this?

Hayate’s thoughts were as he opened his eyes, catching sight of a beautiful creature who fluttered down to meet him. Startled, it seemed an eternity that their eyes met and held, and the mask that was so familiar to him disappeared, exposing an emotion in Fai that Hayate could not fathom. But that all seemed to happen in a split second. Sunlight blinded him but before he could close his eyes to the awful truth that Fai was coming after him he was suddenly slowed from his fall and then was pulled upwards and held tight.

Fai’s scent touched him lightly piercing Hayate’s soul and the boy felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. He blinked; confused, terrified, as Fai wrapped his arms around him sheltering his much smaller body against the sting of the cold earth below.

Yet again it seemed to happen in a mere few seconds of time...

Hayate closed his eyes and screamed.

“FAAAAIVIIIIIISH!�

They both hit the ground with such a force it knocked the air out of Hayate. For a moment he lost consciousness, dazed and bewildered he stared up at the sky which was coming in and out of focus. Hayate could hear the crunching sound of broken glass as he shifted his weight off Fai, but he wasn't concerned about getting cut. It felt like he was like this for hours. Voices signaled that people were making their way to them, worried, stunned. He couldn’t understand what was happening. He rolled to his side and looked up at Fai’s lifeless face, a scream tearing from his throat.

“Nooooooooo!�

With all the strength Hayate could muster he sat up and scooted closer to Fai on his stomach, cursing himself for being so weak. Fai’s hand was still slightly wrapped around Hayate’s waist and then everything was changing, as Fai’s warm touch was no more, slipping from his body as it fell to his side.

It couldn’t be true Hayate thought, his trembling hands hovering inches above Fai, unsure if he should touch him at all. What to do, what to say? How was it possible that Fai was the one who ended down here, and not him? Why had he done something so reckless like that? To destroy those beautiful wings...for him? Fai was never reckless, never would abandon his cruel demeanor for some little slip of a boy like Hayate. Was he just playing with him again? Would he suddenly just wake up and smile at him, making a fool of Hayate that he had gotten him again?

Hayate didn’t care at that moment as he fell softly on top of Fai’s body, his head coming to rest against his shoulder. He  curled himself into the other man's arms as if the two were embracing one another. Tears spilled out from Hayate’s eyes, bathing the older man’s pale chest in salty warm droplets. Glass ripped at his legs, but he still didn't care about his own pain. Hayate cried this time not for his own selfish reasons, but because he was dying inside. He had not wanted something like this to happen, not to Fai. No, no, this wasn’t happening!

“Faivish, Faivish…� Hayate whispered, his hands reaching up to the older man’s face, gingerly caressing the bruises that his own barbaric hands had created. He shifted against Fai, gently placing his face to his, cheek to cheek, wanting to be close to the man who had been in his life for so long. Now he was going to leave him and Hayate didn’t know what he was going to do with himself. His lip trembled, tears mingled with blood on his face. Several people rushed out from behind him and as they approached the men Hayate roared at them, “Stay back! Don’t touch him…don’t you dare touch him!�

They flinched and backed away and watched silently as the boy ran his pale hand down Fai’s chest, stroking him, his other hand cushioned against his own rapidly beating heart. Wrapping his free arm around Fai’s waist he held the man close to him as if that would bring him back. As if he could make up for all the anguish and frustration he had caused Fai. It was all his fault, everything. If he only listened to what his master said, if only he could turn back time.

“Please Fai, don’t leave me,� Hayate cried, tenderly rubbing his face against the other. He pressed his mouth into Fai’s neck shaking with tears.

Slowly as if waking from a dream Hayate sat up and moved Fai into his arms, resting the injured man's body against his own, hugging him. His hands found their way around Fai's back and Hayate gasped as fingers suddenly were cut by sharp blades of glass from Fai's broken wings. He didn't care that his hands were bleeding, or how mangled they would be. He didn't care about scars at that moment or if he himself bled to death in Fai's arms. He pulled Fai closer to him not wanting to let the other man go, broken glass digging into his palms. He cried out harder and suddenly without even planning to, leaned down and kissed Fai.

Hayate kissed Fai deeply, his lips mingled with blood and tears. He moved his mouth up Fai's mouth to his cheek, his forehead, back to his lips. He kissed him over and over again, not wanting to stop; wanting to show Fai that he wasn’t scared to be this close to him anymore. That when he kissed him he was fully aware at who he was kissing. That he didn’t want to hold back any longer. That he wanted him and only him.

These emotions seemed so foreign to him, so frightening, but Hayate didn’t care, not if somehow he could reach his fallen friend, could reach out and bring him back, he didn’t care what happened to him or how foolish it made him look. He rather sacrifice his reputation if it could only bring some light back to Fai’s eyes.

Hayate paused as his lips met wet lips and he broke it suddenly, new tears drowning out the silence that followed. “Don’t leave me…come back to me, please…Faivish...

"Who’s going to look after me?" He said suddenly. "Faivish, who’s going to get after me when I step out of line? Don’t you know I only want you to scold me,� he said his fingers caressing back and forth at the bruises along Fai’s side. “Please, don’t leave me…I’ll do anything, I promise I'll never leave you...just…just…� Hayate hiccuped, sniffled and was caught in a whirlwind of grief, sorrow filling his heart as he mourned his Fai, his beloved Fai.


(ooc: *takes out a box of tissues* Edited btw)

[Anonymous]

(Awww! *sniffle, grabs tissue out of the box*)

It was like they had fallen through a stained glass window, the shards of his wings laying around them, glittering brightly in the late afternoon light. Their amber darkened as the crimson began to seep out from Fai's body from a hundred cuts in his back.
His delicate wings, so crushed, had saved him, though not even he knew that.
He was lost in a world of black, where strange things were prone to dart into one's thoughts, and where one's bodily pain and suffering were lost.

He had come into a dark world, from the moment he was born. Into the catacombs of a nation that hated magick and its users he had come to life from his mother's womb. That dank, disgusting world was all he knew for the first year of his life. Then his mother had moved them both, fleeing that nation, that dark underworld, for the streets and hopes of Ketra.
It was hopeful for her anyway....
Fai found himself in the first orphanage his mother could find. It was there he actually received his name...Faivish Sylwester. The orphanage mothers just loved their little Fai, the boy with sky blue hair and such a pretty face. He never showed them his wings...he hated that they fawned over him so. Nobody wanted to adopt him. He was inuman, they said. They knew not of his Ssin father, but they could tell by his hair, and that strip across his eyes, that he was not human.
And his eyes...
They always said there was something in his eyes they didn't like.
Was there something wrong with his eyes...? Because they never smiled with his mouth? Because they never laughed with him? Because they were always cold and watching...?

But he was determined to make his inhuman looks work to his advantage. At age 13, Fai found the first respectably brothel and sold his pretty little body. Time and time again he had to run away from brothels, each and every one of them taking all his money, treating him like some sort of working dog. So each time he escaped, until finally he found a brothel that would keep its word. He was now 18, well much an adult, and with quite a bit of experience under his belt. And such was his life. Without parents, with only his body to sell, only his appearance to make him worth something to others. Maybe that was why he was so cold...
He had never really thought about it before. He had always kept his distance, for people came and went in his life like the winds.

Heh...except for poor Hayate of course. That boy...what a pain. He seemed to have the worst luck, and the worst attitude, of anyone Fai had ever met. It was as endearing as it was infuriating.
Hayate had racked up a debt from the first moment they met, and just kept racking it up. It was meant to be a passing amusement. He had always planned to leave Hayate with the others under his 'ownership' when he moved brothels. When had those plans changed...?
When did he decide he was going to take Hayate with him? Did he ever actually decide that, or had it just happened that way? Subconciously, was he afraid to be alone...?
Over all this time, Fai had always caused Hayate as much grief as he could, and the boy had always given as good as he got. Perhaps, in his own twisted and disfunctional way, Fai had found a friend in Hayate. He had always cared for the boy, would never have let anything truly bad happen to him. He never struck him, never spoke to him like he was an item...things he did without a thought to his other subordinates.
He'd never thought on that before...he'd treated Hayate different from the very start.

And what had come of it all? Hayate hated him. Hated him enough to sneak out all the time, hated him enough to try any means necessary to make Fai's life hell, hated him enough to actually raise his fists to him...
Hated him enough to kill himself.
Fai stirred. No, he had fallen through that window but...but he had chased him...
He had caught him...
Hayate wasn't dead...right?? That stubborn little cus couldn't...couldn't be dead...
Dammit Hayate!
Don't you dare be dead!

"Just...what...Hayate...?" His voice was a whisper, and he couldn't seem to make it go any higher. A small smile appeared on his face before being chased away by his pain. His eyes fluttered, trying to open, to focus. Everything hurt. Everything. His body was one throbbing piece of pain, and he couldn't even distinguish one hurt from another.
Slowly though, as if a fog was lifting, he began to feel each individually. The back of his head was throbbing. His elbows tingled. His chest and face held the old sting of those bruises.
His back...was undiscribable. He knew instantly his wings had to be shattered, but as for the incredible pain...what...what was that from...?
He could not know that innumerable pieces of his wings stuck now from the tan flesh on his back, creating their own little crimson rivers.

[Anonymous]

Just...what...Hayate...?

Alarm shot through Hayate’s body as Faivish spoke to him. He was…alive!

Gently he pulled Fai into his arms, as close as he could not wanting to hurt him, but finding himself unable to let Faivish go. New tears spilling down his face as he kissed the man on the lips then hugged him again, his shoulders shaking. He didn’t care if Fai would remember this or not, he was just so happy that Fai wasn’t dead, that there was still some hope for him.

“Faivish," he whispered pressing his face again to Fai’s cheek, kissing at him over and over again, never remembering a time in his life he had been more happy, more relieved. His Faivish was alive!

“Move aside boy!â€? a gruff voice spoke suddenly from behind. Hayate suddenly jolted out of his revere turned to look at the audience surrounding them, a light stain of red forming on his neck and moving all the way up to his face. There must have been at least half the brothel all with curious, crying, or happy faces staring at the two men, and several other onlookers watching them like it was the best entertainment they had ever witnessedâ€"obviously clients who found this scene touching and at the same time, exciting.

“Way to go Hayate!� Someone shouted. “I knew Faivish couldn’t die so easily,� someone else said. “Well, that explains a lot!� someone else said laughing. “Nearly destroyed the room upstairs.� “Yeah, I thought Hayate hated…� "Damn, you were right, the boy can kiss..."

“I said, move aside boy!� the doctor said waving Hayate away. Not wanting to remove himself from Fai’s side, but knowing he needed medical attention he gently put him down, taking his shirt off and using it as a pillow to prop up Fai’s head from laying on broken glass. That seemed to draw the attention of a few females from the small crowd who all in unison sighed heavily as if it was the most romantic thing they had ever seen. He glared suddenly at the girls giggling beside him and stepped away, feeling himself get pushed and prodded away from Faivish as people began hounding him about the fight upstairs and how a few who had been outside had seen Hayate save his life.

He saved my life…?

That’s right, Hayate thought suddenly feeling ashamed at his earlier actions. He looked up to his bedroom window and looked away again not really sure why most of the people around were looking at him like a hero too. Hell he had caused all this. Almost killed him, including Fai. There were some onlookers who did look at him with somethingâ€"was that disgust? â€"and he turned away before they could see him notice this.

Not really knowing what to do and his own hands and legs bleeding thick sticky droplets of blood, he glanced down at the healer squatting beside him with his bag of medicines and tools and then back to Faivish now that he was alive…his mind working overtime on everything he had said and done publicly…

And how much did Fai hear just now? Did he hear him confess to him his feelings? Feel his kisses, his embrace? Damn he had even kissed the guy after Fai had woken up!

Well he didn’t necessarily tell him he loved him, even though it probably was quite obvious. It was to several other prostitutes who suddenly passed him winking at him, and patting him on the shoulder.

Does he know? Nah, he's too out of it to remember that...he just…just…

Hayate shook the nonsense aside. Nah, it was just panic, that’s all. He didn’t any feelings for Faivish! That was ridiculous! He was just suffering from shock and delusion, just like earlier when he…

Gods be damned! He wasn’t going to start thinking about THAT again!

Hayate looked around. Why the hell was everyone so cheerful? he thought suddenly angry at their lightheartedness. Because Fai is too strong to just die from…

Oh no, his wings! His beautiful wings! What had he done?

Hayate turned away and began crying silently. Then without warning he was being pulled further and further away from Fai until he couldn’t see him anymore, onlookers going up to see how the big guy was doing. Then someone tapped him on the shoulder. Hayate turned to see his good friend Rain smiling at him, a look of surprise on his face and sympathy.

“Rain,� he said turning to the older boy pulling him off to the side so no one could hear their conversation. After all their friendship was the deepest secret Hayate kept from Fai…and from everyone else.

Rain, a gawky, short and pox-faced servant was the opposite of Fai and Hayate in every way. He didn’t want to call the guy ugly because well he liked him (especially since he was the only guy he didn’t faint around) and because they were good friends. Hayate and Rain though kept this facade to themselves, always acting like mortal enemies when in public, secretly doing that though so Fai wouldn’t know and interfere with the relationship they had or tease Hayate about his friendship. A completely platonic one of course. Rain already got enough crap from other vain and bossy whores. Rain had been his best friend for the two years, when everyone knew the two lads to be sort of enemies. Rain ragging on Hayate every chance he got to show people he just didn’t really like the young prostitute. Worked of course. Rain just wasn’t that noticeable and spent most of his time cleaning and doing chores than anything else.

“Look Rain,â€? Hayate said quickly handing him that large bag of gold he had with him. “Take this, go into town, there is a small little hut up the hill a bit, a man sells rare medicines, herbs and other goods. Get something called Black X, the big bottle and bring it back to meâ€"hurry!â€?

“What’s Black X?� Rain said.

“It’s a medicineâ€"a sort of paste, but it also is suppose to heal scars fast so they don’t show, and have some kind of pain killer in them.â€?

“Yeah, sure, you sure it really does that?� Rain said looking skeptical. “It sounds like some sort of hoax.�

“It’s not,� Hayate said growing impatient. “I saw one of the other prostitutes using it before. It’s very hard to come by, expensive, and I know that trader has a bottle.�

Rain still didn’t look convinced. “Hayate, this is three years of your life savings. It can’t cost that much!� he whispered shaking the bag some. “And you sure you want to use it on...Fai of all people?�

Hayate suddenly growled at Rain his expression darkening. “It does work and yes I want to use it on Fai. I owe him that much!â€? Hayate said. “It’s very expensive, and rare and I don’t think Fai has any because well look at himâ€"“ poor example “â€"I mean the guy is flawless! Does he look like someone who needs to be fixed up a lot?â€? Again, bad example.

Rain nodded. “You sure about this? I mean two years is a long timeâ€"â€?

“Of cheating Fai out of his money,� Hayate said completing the boy’s sentence. He wasn’t proud of himself for not handing over this money like he was suppose to, and had to stash it away for the day he would set out and run away, but hell he didn’t have much to begin with anyway. So he lied to Fai and didn't give him all the profit he should. But he couldn’t live with himself if Fai would be disfigured for life, of any part of his smooth and supple skin turned ugly. He just couldn’t live with himself. He’s hate himself for the rest of his life.

Rain could see Hayate was serious about this and then took off running down the hill…

Please hurry back, Hayate thought turning to look at Fai. Most of the onlookers were gone and Hayate walked up to Fai and the healer, not sure what to say at the moment. He had to do something so he turned to the nearest servant and started bellowing out orders.

“You!â€? he said pointing. “Bring fresh blankets and hot water to Master Fai’s room, immediately!â€? He turned to someone else nearby whom looked strong enough and told him to clear out the upstairs hallway of anything that was blocking people from walking by his room because of the door he had completely ripped off its hinges. To another servant he gave instructions to have some soup and water brought to Fai’s room and to anotherâ€"

“Yes master Hayate,� the girl said running off.

Master Hayate? He jerked his head toward the servant not sure he heard right. What the hell? He didn't need any title he thought looking sourly at poor Fai. No, I deserve much worse.

Suddenly he was grabbed from behind. Someone he didn’t recognize was looking over his hands with an annoyed look on his face. “Boy, what the hell did you do to yourself this time?�

Pulled away over towards Fai, someone he didn’t know all too well began pulling shards of glass from his hands noticing how pale the boy looked himself from loss of blood. Carefully they sponged his wounds and wrapped his hands up, telling Hayate to go up to his room while the healer would be along later to check up on him. Hayate had been running on pure adrenaline and it was beginning to subside, and his body was aching like nothing he had ever felt before, his hands throbbing with pain that made him sick to his stomach.

Still, that didn't stop him from secretly taking a piece of Fai's broken wing and pocketing it...

[Anonymous]

Well, that was unexpected. Fai grimaced alittle as Hayate held him closer, his aching body protesting to be handled at all. But those red-brown eyes were looking up at him quizically. He was...crying?? Since when did Hayate cry? And over him no less??
And then Hayate pressed tear-wetted lips to his, and Fai could only blink blearly at him. Just what exactly was going on...? Was he still half out of it...?
Again and again he was kissed, gently, even as warm tears fell onto his face.
"...Hayate?" He said softly, almost questioningly, as two fingers ran across the boy's tear-stained cheek before the boy was ordered to move.
His brow furrowed in thought and confusion as he was finally laid back down, his throbbing head put to rest on the bundle that was Hayate's shirt.
Then he was pulled away, and Fai could not remember another time he was so sad to see someone leave his side.

Dammit...

Fai was first lifted by a few of the stronger onlookers out of the shattered mess that was his own wings. He was laid on a sheet that had been put down, and them made to roll onto his side, then his stomach, so that the healer could take a look at the glass in his back.
Upon seeing the mess that was his once flawless flesh, a collective gasp of shock and horror rippled throughout the crowd.
All Fai could do was smile weakly and wonder...did he really look that bad...?
Honestly, he was a bit surprised at his own ability to live. He'd obviously never fallen from a two story window before. But here he was, alive.
It still hadn't clicked what had really happened. It hadn't sunk in what had happened to his wings, to his back.
His wings were shattered...
Shattered...
Oh gods...

Slowly he came to realize what he had fallen on, what that pain in his back was, and what all that beautiful golden amber was on the ground.
His wings...were...gone...
He smiled bitterly as a few tears broke free. Stupid...his wings were nothing. They might not ever grow back, but what did it matter?
He disliked people seeing them anyway...
So why...did he feel so sad...?
Stupid...
Those wings had saved two lives, and if those wings and a bit of blood were all that was sacrificed, then it was worth it.

Slowly, piece by piece, the glass-like remnants of his wings were pulled from his back. He grimaced throughout,  but refused to make a sound. It hurt, oh it hurt...but he wasn't going to scream how badly it hurt.
His back was covered in red, but the healer could not wipe it clean for there were still so many shards to remove...
So it continued, and continued, and continued...
His only reprieve came when he heard Hayate barking out orders, and a smile struggled its way onto his pain-drawn face.
Master Hayate indeed...

Finally, all the shards had been removed, but by this point the Healer wanted Fai in his room and not out here on the ground. So again, grabbing a few strong people, the sheet was lifted, Fai and all, and taken inside. It was a mildly clumsy gesture, trying to get so many people to coordinate their efforts between carrying Fai gently, making people get out of the way, getting up the stairs, opening the door....
Though, finally, Fai ended up on his bed, a multitude of cheap sheets over it to keep it from getting bloody.
The hot water and towels were used to clean his back of blood...
And showed it to be rittled with slashes, big and small. The healer pressed around on his flesh, making sure there were no pieces hiding under his skin, and Fai finally hissed in discomfort. This was only because, so far as he knew, only the healer and a few servants were in the room.
He wasn't looking forward to getting all those holes stitched up...nor was he looking forward to the scarring that would ultimately result.

But at the moment, his mind kept circling around a particular young man.
"Where's Hayate?" He demanded, if not quietly. The pain seemed to have stolen his breath, for whenever he spoke it came out more like a whisper.
He felt so damn weak...

[Anonymous]

Hayate didn’t know how long he was standing outside, or how long it took for Rain to get back clutching that brown paper bag, breathing hard from having run all the way up the hill. Hayate was surprised at how well he managed as he took the bag and examined the contents of the jar, pleased with himself for once. He told Rain to go take it to the healer, making sure not to tell the healer or Fai where he got it from (tell them you found it) yeah like that was a good excuse, but Rain shrugged and went off to do so even though Hayate knew the boy looked apprehensive and had a knack for blurting out the truth under pressure. Almost on several occasions had he been cornered and questions and disclosed the real truth behind his and Hayate’s friendship.

His soul was overshadowed by dark thoughts. He didn’t know when he had ever felt this way before. The depression he had felt earlier was nothing next to this. He really did want to go kill himself now. The pain he was feeling was nothing to the pain he felt inside with his emotions. There was no word to describe them. He had seriously screwed up big time and there was no going back to change anything. He rubbed his eyes, the tears seeming to have stopped for now when a cold hard voice grabbed his attention from afar.

Several other prostitutes, much older than he was by the looks of them were glaring at him coolly from under the shade of a tree. Not the same coldness Fai had given him when he had been angry with him, but a more dark, sinister, hateful glare that made Hayate suddenly wish he had gone with Rain.

The leader with cold black eyes and black hair advanced suddenly on Hayate, a fist meeting Hayate’s eye and knocking him back off his feet. Then they surrounded him, kicking him repeadedly until all Hayate could do was close his eyes and cover his face to protect himself.

A hand clutched at his sprained wrist and Hayate could have screamed if not for the strap of cloth they stuffed into his mouth to keep him quiet. Hayate choked suddenly feeling blood wash up into his mouth from his stomach. One of the fair boys with strange violet-colored eyes grabbed him by the hair laughing. He just stood there holding Hayate up by the hair, a mad look in his eyes.

Well, what the hell you waiting for? Hayate thought glaring back at the guy.

Then he realized why they were laughing so hard. The violet-eyed man pulled out a knife and began hacking away at Hayate’s long beautiful hair, taking chunks out and tossing them aside. Hayate could only stare in horror as his pride and joy tumbled to the ground in heavy pieces. Finally when he thought they were done dishonoring him like this they began to kick him again and talking amongst themselves what they were going to do with him.

“What should we do with this bastard who hurt master Faivish?�

“We should go sell him to a slave market, that’s what!�

“Hmm, good idea.�

‘Wait, we’ve been spotted!�

Suddenly they got up and ran leaving him there bloody and bruised on his stomach, cold wind nipping at his exposed neck and back.

Rain came running over to him in tears, falling by Hayate’s side and picking up handfuls of Hayate’s precious hair. “Hayate? Hayate?� he said taking the bloody cloth out of his mouth.

Hayate lifted a hand and touched his now much shorter hair, heart racing, eyes welling up with tears. They hadn’t cut it all off thank the gods; he still had a lot of it left no matter how wild it looked. Long bangs, long in the back. The length was to his neck and he almost laughed at this fine mess he found himself in. He sighed in relief though. He really hated shorter hair, luckily they hadn't shaved him bald! Yet it still made him cry. Was he so damn vain? He knew it would grow back, but he had kept it long like Fai’s hair, wanting to be so much like him. Now that part of him was gone.

“Well, I deserve it, don’t I?�

“Hayate?�

“Just go Rain, I’ll be fine. I thought you left already?�

"Yeah, but I saw those jerks watching you earlier. They didn't look too happy. Never have been too happy about you being close to Fai."

"My hair..."

“Oh shut up,� the older boy said helping Hayate to his feet. “It doesn’t look that bad actually. You look better with it that way,� he said blushing suddenly. Good thing Hayate didn’t see it, or he would have figured out that the boy he called his friend had somewhat of a crush on him. "You looked too girly with it long."

Rain took Hayate down an unfamiliar servant's entrance through empty halls that led to a section of the brothel not many went to. He didn’t know how long they both shuffled through the place, Hayate leaning on his friend, the boy he had come to know so well struggling to keep Hayate from falling.

By the time Hayate thought he would pass out from the pain he found himself in his room, Rain nailing a thick blanket over the entrance where a door used to be. Not exactly much privacy, but enough. What did he care? he thought sprawled out on his bed, his face a mangled mess of cuts and bruises. He touched it gently and was happy they hadn’t broken any bones on his face. Or teeth. As for the rest of his body…

Hayate felt his wrist. Yep, definitely sprained. The wounds on his hands had opened up again and his dressings were now soaked in blood. His neck itched and burned where those bastards hadn’t been careful at cutting his hair and had nicked him a few times. Felt like something was broken along his stomach but he couldn’t tell. He was just severely bruised all over. Black welts and cuts all over. He coughed up blood suddenly and looked at Raine who was taking out the Black X he had bought ready to open it.

“Don’t you dare!� Hayate said glaring at him. He would have taken it from the boy if he could stand at that moment, so he gave Raine his best dirty look. “Take that to Fai’s room, and tell the healer to use it before bandaging him up,� Hayate said not giving Rain a chance to argue. Could he even trust the boy? Gods Rain sometimes couldn’t be trusted to keep secrets. All it would take is one dirty look from Fai or the healer for Rain to spill his whole life story plus how he came about finding the Black X and what happened to Hayate just now. He just didn't want Fai to know what happened to him. The poor guy had enough on his plate to worry about. Like his own life. He didn't need this.

Damn Rain! He better not say anything if he knows what’s good for him, Hayate thought.

Hayate laid down on his bed laughing at the idea that when the healer finally made it to his room the poor doc would see that there was more to fix than simply just his hands.

Closing his eyes Hayate found himself in deep slumber where bullies and his own agonizing emotions couldn’t reach him…


Raine looked back at Hayate’s room and made his way just one room down and slowly came into the open door, gasping when he saw how bad Faivish’s wounds really were. He excused himself and then came over to the doctor and handed him the bag of medicine, hands shaking, trying to remain calm as he thought about what poor Hayate was doing right now and if he should guard his room tonight in case other fans of Faivish came looking for him…

The healer looked up annoyed but pleasantly suprised when he opened the bag. "Egads boy, where did you get this?"

Rain shook suddenly with fear. "Ahh...hmm..."

"I can't even afford this," the healer said eyeing the jar with a gleam in his eye.

[Anonymous]

It was probably both fortunate and unfortunate that Fai did not know what was occurring outside with Hayate.
Unfortunate because he couldn't stop it.
Fortunate because he probably would have killed those kids and made his own wounds worse in the process.

Instead, he was trapped in his bed, bleeding like a stuck pig, and being ignored for the first time in a along time.
He wanted to see Hayate god dammit...
He blinked upon realizing that someone was entering the room, and he craned his neck around to see...
"Rain?" He mumbled, brow furrowed.
He had no clue what was in that bag, but what he did know was that Rain was often with Hayate.
Someone WOULD tell him where the boy was.

Struggling, Fai sat up, despite the protest his own body put up. Blood ran down his back, but his face was hardened into one of determination.
"Rain, where is Hayate? And you, healer! Stop gawking at whatever the hell that is, and use it!" His patience had worn thin already, making him snappish.
After falling out of a two story window, he was not in a very good mood. And thus those hard red-brown eyes were turned back to Rain, demanding an answer.
Now.

[Anonymous]

Rain jumped at the sound of Fai’s voice and suddenly fell to his knees in terror. “He’s...he’s…�

But the healer interrupted suddenly. “Don’t yell at me you youngling!� He took his next stitch and stabbed Fai’s back with the needle without warning. “This is magic here, well not completely from what I remember about Black X…but…�

“Hayate,� Rain groaned and it looked like he was suddenly constipated, trying his best to keep Hayate’s secret well, a secret. He didn’t like betraying the one boy he was in love with.

The healer suddenly looked at Rain as if just noticing him and laughed. “Well, isn’t it obvious?� he told Fai. “Young Hayate bought it.�

Rain looked up in shock at the healer his jaw hitting the floor. “How did you know?!�

“Oh,� the healer said chuckling. “My guess was right then?�

“Guess?� Rain said shaking his head. “You mean you really didn’t know?�

The healer chuckled some more and opened the jar shooting daggers at Fai to go ahead and try and yell at him again. He fingered the strange paste for some time, sniffing it; eyes wide as it began to tingle against his skin. Yes, definitely magical, elven made as all the stories said. No wonder it was so expensive, and hard to come by even for someone like him! But where in the world had that boy who didn’t have enough money to buy even a pair of underwear, get a hold of such a thing?

He shrugged and then began applying the paste to Fai’s back, standing up to get a better view. The blood suddenly congealed to his satisfaction. He wasn’t surprised. The wounds would still need some time to heal completely, but at least the pain would subside and Fai would be up and around in no time. Was he going to tell him that? Maybe, if he didn’t stop glaring at him.

Suddenly Rain jumped up and yelled, “Hayate’s in his room!� and then clamped his hands over his mouth. Calmed now that the heavy weight was off his chest he added, “He’s hurt…I saw some guys beating him up…I think…they might have killed him if I didn’t come back for him…� He looked positively terrified and looked up at Fai.

The healer suddenly jumped up from his stool hearing this and said, "Where is he lad?"

"The room next door," Rain murmured not sure if he was going to get punished or not for all this conspiracy.

[Anonymous]

Fai literally jumped a bit as the next stitch was jabbed rather uncerimoniously into his back, and he gritted his teeth to keep from making a noise. He gave that healer a glare that could kill, but managed not to say anything else.
He supposed he didn't have any right to be ordering the healer around, but his temper had a hair trigger just then.
His eye twitched at the term 'magick'. Black X? Just what exactly were they planning on using on him...?

A bit of his anger fell away when a bit of the puzzle was revealed. "Hayate bought it?" With what mo-?
That little bastard...
Fai laughed, surprising even himself that he wasn't angry. So, the little devil had been keeping money for himself all this time, huh? He should have known...
Clever, clever...
He felt the paste finally get smeared over his back, and although he winced a few times at the initial feeling of the healer's hands brushing his wounds, he found that the pain quickly faded away to a far more managable level.
Magick indeed.

He was happy to finally get the answer he wanted, but all of that drained away at the rest of what Rain said.
He felt the anger build within him, and his face fell dangerously passive.
"Healer, please go and tend to Hayate."
He stood, his natural grace showing through even though his body wasn't in the best of shape. With the wounds on his back covered with that paste, he knew he had enough energy to take care of some...
...problems.

"Rain." He said gently, the anger in his eyes not for the boy. "Tell me which ones. Names, discriptions, whichever you have. Tell me now."

[Anonymous]

Healer, please go and tend to Hayate.

The healer nodded not needing to be told twice leaving Fai’s room for the room next door which to his shock didn’t have a door. "What in the world happened here?� he said to no one really but himself and stepped inside, gasping in shock at the mangled mess that was asleep on the bed. He sure had his work cut out for him. But luckily for Hayate, the healer thought lifting the jar of Black X, he took this with him.

He sat down by Hayate’s bedside, lit a candle for some added light and blanched to see the boy’s whole body worse off this close up. It would take the whole jar of Black X to just heal him. Oh well it was his anyway.

Hayate was one light sleeper. Any kind of movement or sound always woke him up, just as it did now when the old man made his way into his room. He sat up slightly, his face showing every single ache and pain he was experiencing before he propped himself against the wall, using his pillow to support his back.

“Don’t use that on me,� Hayate said his eyes glinting like green daggers in the shadows.

“I’m going to use whatever I wish to use you smartass,� the healer said matter of fact.

Hayate turned his head and glared at him harder, making the poor old man grunt. “I’m sorry, I just rather go the hard way to getting better.� He ran a hand through his short hair, suddenly remembering that his beautiful hair was gone. Damn it, but he wasn’t going to cry again. He had cried already enough for today.

“Fine then,� the healer said putting the jar down and began taking clean pieces of cloth to dab at Hayate’s cuts. “You two really know how to make a mess of yourselves.�

Hayate didn’t say anything still grieving deeply inside. It wasn’t his hair. Just he still hadn’t forgiven himself for what happened earlier. He could never face Fai again, especially not like this. It would be too embarassing. To face the one person that he had hurt so bad and then look like this with his hair missing. He would have to explain that eventually. He'd just say he cut it, yeah that was a good excuse. Fai might be mad for him suddenly doing something like that, but oh well. He had enough drama for one day to drag three others no matter how they sucked, into all this.

 He just remained quiet as the healer did his best to clean his wounds, bandage his neck where the knife had cut into earlier. When a servant brought in food and placed it upon a small stand nearby he didn’t care to eat. No he hadn’t eaten since yesterday, but still he didn’t have much of an appetite. He rather waste away into nothing as these feelings and dark emotions tore at his soul.

I just wish I never existed, he thought closing his eyes and resting his head against the wall.




Rain stood suddenly looking at Fai with curiosity. He really didn’t like Fai that much because Hayate hadn’t, but the picture Hayate had painted of the man really didn’t match up to the gentleness and power that was coming from Faivish. He wanted to protect Hayate, and even though he felt a stab of jealous wash over him he stepped out of the room and turned back to Fai. “I can do better, I can show you. After all I do know every name and face in this place, and where each of them sleep.â€?  

He began walking down the hallway, a gleam in his eye because he knew those jerks were going to get it good for hurting his poor friend. He didn’t care to look back to see if Fai was following him or not, and stopped at the last door down the hallway. A lounge he knew the three guys stayed most of the time playing card games and telling stupid stories about sexual encounters. He could hear all three of their voices now: Jael the violet-eyed fair one; Tatu, the black one; and Sae, all three who worked for Faivish himself. Fai would know who they were, their names, he didn’t need to say a thing. Rain chuckled. Oh, don’t get him wrong, he was a bit of a weakling, but he did like seeing justice being played out.

He motioned Fai over and made a motion with his head the men were inside and waited for Fai to repay them for what they did to his best friend.

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Fai smirked as Rain agreed to show him to the culprits. He stripped quickly from his blood stained robe and threw on a new one, letting it cover his back, since there would be no more wings to get in the way. "Thank you Rain." He said softly, following after the boy with long strides. It was a short trip, and as soon as they got to the door, Fai's features darkened.
Those voices were familiar...
He nodded at Rain, then opened the door with flourish.

Three of his own.
The anger flared a notch higher, but he suddenly buried it under one of his famous smiles. Oh no, he didn't want them to know just how incredibly furious he was right now.
He was going to draw this out.
"Jael, Tatu, Sae."
His mind was running through all the possible ways he could beat the living daylights out of the three of them, wondering just how much they could inadvertantly piss him off without even knowing he was angry.

For once he was glad his wings were not there to give him away.
Come on boys, give Fai some ammo.

[Anonymous]

(ooc: Oh, aren’t I original with coming up with names? *laughs* I picked the shortest, easiest ones to remember of the three stooges, lol  Warning, extreme shock of a sexual nature ahead...)


Jael spoke up first at the sound of Fai’s voice. “Master Faivish!� he said standing up, wavering a bit because all three men were having a party, much alcohol included. “What a pleasant surprise! Pull up a cushion and join us!�

Tatu pulled out a luxurious black cushion and threw it on the floor where all three of them were seated, and smiled up at Faivish. “I’m glad to see that stupid boy of yours didn’t kill you,� he said laughing. “He’s caused you enough trouble, it pains us to have to see you being put through all this mess because of that bastard.�

“Well, he’s learned his lesson,� Sae said winking over to the other two. "Like he learned his lesson when he first arrived. Should have been beaten long time ago."

“How stupid of him,� Jael said sipping his wine. “Why that’s unheard of! Attacking you like that, and then causing you to fall out that window. Well at least you won’t have to bother with those dreadful, ugly wings,� he added and all three men nodded in agreement.

“We took care of him for you,� Sae said lifting up a few golden locks of hair that they had scattered all over the low table they were seated at. All three of them grinning slightly to themselves, finding the boy’s cut hair highly amusing. “He won’t be giving you any more problems master. Not one.�

“Wait, we should enlighten our dear master with what we did when he first arrived?� This secret suddenly seemed to be the funniest thing all three of them knew. They burst out laughing, sloshing drink every which way onto the floor.

“You know poor Hayate has a fear of men, don’t you?� Jael said nodding over to his master Fai with a gleam in his eye. He knew Faivish would find this story highly amusing. “Why that poor brat didn’t know what hit him when he first came here and we…�initiated� him into the group.�

Tatu snickered suddenly. But Sae seemed suddenly nervous. “Guys, come on…� He seemed way too nervous like he didn’t want it to be told what they had done to Hayate when Fai had first brought him here.

“Oh shut up Sae,� Tatu said narrowing his eyes. “We didn’t kill the lad, and he deserved it, you know it! Going around with master Faivish like he owned the place!�

Jael grinned wickedly. “Was a good lay that one. Screamed like a baby when I firstâ€"â€? Jael made a funny movement when his hands, one hand created a circle with two fingers while his other hand lent a finger and jabbed it right into the center of the circle.

Tatu and Jael laughed in unison.

Sae just became silent remembering that night when his two so called buddies had forced him to rape the young boy along with them. He didn’t know how his master would take it, but apparently to Jael and Tatu, they thought their master would find this story amusing. But he looked up and his fears washed away. No, not master Faivish, he was as cruel to Hayate as they had been taking advantage of Hayate all those years ago. There wasn't a gentle sore spot on the guy.

After all it was just sex, even if they forced it on Hayate.

“Of course master Faivish you know what we are talking about,� Sae said suddenly winking at him. “Hayate is a good fuck, isn’t he? Too bad he runs around like a scared rabbit with his ass against the wall all the time!� all three laughed even harder this time.


(ooc: This is bad…very, very BAD. Oh yeah they’re dead… )

[Anonymous]

(Oh god...they are going to die...lol...)

Fai nodded his head slightly to Jael, that false smile still in place, covering up his fury with incredible grace. He sat himself down on the cushion, hands in his lap, and watched as the three drunken boys began to spill information left and right.
The disgust he felt for the three of them was overwhelmed with a wicked sense of humor at them all. They didn't realize how very dead they all were...

He felt his spine stiffen as something was hinted at, his brain leaping to a conclusion that made his stomach twist into a knot.
They didn't...
His mask nearly fell away as directly after Jael made mention of his wings, and undoubtable sore spot for him. It was a true mark of his inhuman genes...
Could the three of them be any more stupid?
They were giving him all the ammo he could possibly need, and then some. They were only serving to fuel the fire to his rage, so soon to be unleashed upon them.

His cold gaze shifted to the golden hair, his fingers reaching out almost jerkily to touch some of the strands. They had cut his hair as well...
Beaten and shamed him.
His eyes traveled slowly back up to them as the story slowly began to unravel. What had he missed?? What had happened to Hayate back then that he had not known about??
Already he had failed in protecting Hayate...
They had...

Sighing, Fai's smile grew some, and he spread his long fingered hands on the top of the low table. He could feel his anger being eaten up by something deep within him, some insatiable black hole that swalled the entirety of his rage, leaving him cool and empty.
And then that blackness erupted in a sparkle of blue light, and energy crackled along his skin.
So this was his father's legacy, huh?

His fingernails dug into the polished surface of the table as the three boys laughed, his eyes sparkling dangerously as his smile took on a wicked edge.
He was ready now.
Ready to bestow upon them their punishment.
"I would not know how good a fuck he is. I never took advantage of him." He purred quietly, standing.

And then the table exploaded in a shower of splinters as if it had just been struck by lightning.

Fai's hand wrapped around Jael's face, slamming his head back into the floor as he towered above the boy. His red-brown eyes were alite with rage.
"Hayate was never yours to punish." He hissed, picking the boy up by his face and flinging him across the room to be dealt with later.
In a flash his other hand lashed out and struck Sae in the face, raking along his cheek with his knuckles.
"Hayate was never yours to touch."
He was a moving flurry of anger and power, and he could feel the crackling of this foreign magick moving along his skin, heating it, boiling in his blood.
He caught Tatu by the throat and hefted him off the ground, using his 6' height to his advantage.
"He was never yours. He was mine. Mine to protect." He growled, practically baring his teeth at the boy.

He felt it unleash then, that crackling power, as it surged through Tatu's flesh and bone. How he held back enough not to kill him Fai wasn't sure. All he knew was that this power caused incredible pain, a pain that rang throughout his own arm even as he channeled it into Tatu.
Tatu was discarded, thrown against a wall, out cold.

Fai stalked for Jael yet again, his blue hair floating about slightly with sheer energy. It was demonic and beautiful all at once.
"Let's see you rape anyone ever again Jael." He whispered as he knelt, grabbing the unfortunate's crotch and letting another jarring bolt of his power enter the boy's body. That was enough to make the boy nearly pass out, and Fai helped him along by taking him again by the face and slamming his head into the wall a couple of times until he slumped.

Sweeping away, he came upon his final victim.
"Congratulations Sae. You and your friends are no longer under my service. Tomorrow morning, make sure to take a good look at your surroundings, for you will not be here."
Fai didn't even bother touching Sae. He just let the power roll out of his body and slam into the other, pinning him against the wall with electrified air that was as excruciatingly painful as being burned.


Fai calmly closed the door behind him, straightening his long blue hair with one hand as the door clicked shut. His body trembled both with pain and the aftershock of using magick.
He had barely managed to keep death from his hands, and instead left them all passed out. When they woke tomorrow, they would probably be in a pain so bad as to rival what they just went through, as that was the full extent of his power.
Their flesh would ache for days, and he wasn't sure if Jael could ever know the joy of sex again.

He glanced at Rain, then began to walk along the hall, back to his room. Once inside, he took out a piece of parchment and scribbled something short and important on it. Signing it, he folded it, placed it in a heavy envelope, and then handed it to Rain.
"I'd like you to deliver this to the slave block. It names three new servants to be put up for sale. I bet you can't guess who."
Ironic, he had chosen for them the same fate they had wished upon Hayate. For him, it was the only way he could be sure to be free of their presence by morning.
Once that was all said and done, Fai wasted no time in carrying himself over to Hayate's room.
He had to see the damage for himself.

Brushing back the blanket, Fai stepped into the room looking tired and worn. His energy was zapped, his body was battered, and his was emotionally and mentally drained.
But he had to see Hayate, had to make sure he was alright...
"Hayate?"

[Anonymous]

(ooc: Eh, I'm assuming it's night time, lol. It seems hours have passed with all this drama)


Rain had been close by while Faivish had entered the room. He heard everything from what Faivish spoke to the sounds of raw power erupting in the small place. His eyes darted to light that flashed underneath the door. He took a step back as Faivish calmly came out, stopped to speak with him, a small smile playing on his lips at the idea of these three men being sold as slaves---oh he would quite enjoy this after they had taunted and teased him as well all these years. When Faivish gave him further instruction he just bowed respectfully and went off to do as he was told suddenly aware of a new found respect for the master…


* * *


“Damn it boy!� the older healer crowed as Hayate fought with him over the bandages around his waist. “Stop being a pain in the ass!�

“Don’t touch me old man, that tickles!� Hayate roared his hands raised above his head as he held the old man’s hands in a tight grip. “I can put my own bandages on!� His fangs suddenly peeked out from behind a smile, enjoying the banter both he and the old man were sharing over something as stupid as who was going to put on the bandages.

“No you can’t!� the healer said glaring at him. "Stop it before you reopen those wounds on your hands! I ain’t bandaging them again for you!� He let go suddenly, frustrated at the lad because he was ticklish around his waist, because the boy had had enough fussing over him. “You have a large gash on your back, now if you don’t let me bandage it…�

Aha! At last the old healer thought grabbing the boy by the ear to settle him down. After all he didn’t want to hurt him any more than he was nor did he want to touch his raw and bruised body. Hayate settled immediately, whining as the old man led him back down, nodding for Hayate to roll over on his stomach so he could take a look.

“Fine you old goat!� Hayate said rolling over on his stomach resting his head on the bed.

The healer made a noise in his throat that sounded like he swallowed a gnat. “Just as I thought,� he said touching the abrased skin in the middle of Hayate’s back. The skin was bubbled up looking like more of a serious burn mark than a bruise or gash, but it was bleeding nonetheless.

“Is it bad?� Hayate asked quietly, more subdued.

“You’ll live,� the healer said not wanting to touch it further. “This one is going to bleed for a few days, but I can’t bandage it yet, not until it dries. you might get infection too, that’s why I strongly urge you to put some of that elven remedy on it.�

“Sounds gross.�

“It is. Ah, stop changing the subject!� The healer said lifting the jar of Black X. “I don’t know why you won’t put this on, you need it!�

“Ha, think I’m starting to like you old man.�

“Bah!� the old man said raising his hands in defeat.

“Hayate?�

Hayate lifted his eyes then nearly sat up if it wasn’t for the jarring pain that struck him at that moment causing the bubbling mass of skin to erupt again and bleed. He clenched his teeth and turned his head away to face the wall, suddenly aware that Fai was in the room with him.

Great, the one person I didn’t want to see.

“Told you to stay still,� the healer said patting the abrasion with another clean cloth. “Master Faivish, tell this young lad he’s being stupid. He won’t let me treat any of his bruises or cuts on him.�

Hayate wordlessly pointed to the bandage around his neck the old geezer had wrapped, giving the healer a look that said, “well what do you call that then?�

The old man sighed and stood up, waving the whole thing off. “Fine, don’t come crying to me if you get sick during the middle of the night or you catch an infection. Waste away for all I care! Goodnight!� And with a sweep of the hand but a small smile to Faivish and a wink he left Hayate in the care of his master…


(ooc: Ah, loved the whole fight with the old man! lol)

[Anonymous]

Fai blinked at the mild argument that had been going on before he interrupted. So apparently Hayate was always difficult, not just toward him...
Good grief, at this rate, he'd end up in an early grave.
Scratch that, at this rate, they'd both end up in an early grave.
At the healer's words, Fai smirked.
"Hayate, stop being you." He ordered mockingly. As if the boy would ever listen to a damn word he said...

Fai bowed his head slightly to the healer, then calmly and silently walked over to the bed. He picked up the jar of medicine, turning it around in his hands for a moment.
He was trying to mask the fact he did not know what to say to Hayate.
What was there to say? He could feel Hayate's desire not to speak with him, to be left alone. But he couldn't do that...
Finally, he let his eyes glance nervously over the many wounds Hayate had received, as well as to the chopped hair on his head.
Dammit...
He had the urge to go back downstairs and beat those kids once more, now that he had seen the horror of their attack.

Well, when in doubt, be yourself, right?
With a sigh, and still holding the jar, Fai turned completely to face the back of Hayate's head, since he was keen on not looking at him.
"You are either going to sit up and let me finish this, or I am going to crawl into that bed with you and force you to sit still."
He took a step toward the bed, just to accentuate his point.
"I don't need you getting sick, or becoming horribly disfigured because of your overwhelming stubborness."
He had a hard time keeping the amusement out of his voice however, and his face was in a smile despite himself.
It would be like Hayate to be a pain in the ass, even when others were trying to help him...

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You are either going to sit up and let me finish this, or I am going to crawl into that bed with you and force you to sit still.
 
Hayate blinked in the shadows of his now darkened room. Hr grimaced when Fai told him what to do and as the other man approached his bed silently, a hand came up and grabbed the jar from Fai’s hands. In one swift movement he had it upside down shaking it vigorously to dump the contents onto the floor. Except…nothing was coming out. What the hell?

Hayate turned his head in the other direction shaking the jar harder, his face suddenly wild, a growl forming in his throat as he tried to dump the paste onto the floor. Then he sat up some and looked inside. Well, would ya look at that? Hayate thought handing the jar back to Fai. The paste was so thick of course he couldn’t just dump it onto the floor.

Bested, he sat up as had Fai asked him to, his head rolling around on his shoulders a bit until he was in a full sitting position. In the dark room he could hide the emotions that were surfacing from his eyes. Hide the fact that he felt sick in the presence of Faivish. He knew it wasn’t Fai’s fault, he just felt ten times worse now that he was here standing in front of him.

What was he going to do? What was he going to say? Saying you’re sorry felt so trivial, so hollow all of a sudden like that wouldn’t fix anything. Yes, what was he going to do?

Well when in doubt, act like your normal self! Hayate thought.

Except, that wasn’t working for when he looked up at the man standing before him he quickly looked away, forcing himself not to start crying again. Before he could delve into any more misery he motioned for Fai to sit down beside him and go ahead, finding himself for the first time unable to look him directly in the eye. What would he say though if he could? All his eyes could have told Fai was that he had hurt him greatly and now nothing would ever be the same again…

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Fai blinked a few times as the jar was torn from his hands, and fought back a grin as Hayate vigorously tried to dump the paste out. He somehow managed to keep his face straight, and took the jar back once it was handed to him.
Just keep covering the feelings...
Just keep covering them up...

He watched as Hayate finally sat up, and then indeed took a seat next to him. But being so close, small things about Hayate's bruised face became noticable. Like the way he couldn't look him in the eye...
Setting his jaw, Fai struggled to keep his face impassive as he began to apply the paste to the wound on Hayate's back as gently as he could. He used his concentration on the task at hand as a way to force back his thoughts, though the silence that had settled around them caused a ringing in his ears.
He hated it, this silence...

He covered every cut he could find with the paste, though he didn't bother with wrapping any of them just yet. Shifting, he got whatever cuts on Hayate's face that he could, using the tips of his fingers to spread the paste. He knew it probably hurt, with the brusies under it all.
He knew how it felt.
His entire torso was just one massive bruise, purple his usually tan skin. Luckily, the robe covered it all. Only his face held bruising that was visable, along with the cut on his chin from when he had fallen on the floor.
Other than that, his own pain and his own wounds were safely covered.

Finished, he set the jar down, then turned back to Hayate. He had to stop this silence, had to break it.
He had to put things right.
"Hayate." His voice was stern. "I'm not very happy with you. You attacked me, broke the door, caused me to shatter my wings, and overall made a general pest of yourself. I now know where alot of my money went," He glanced at the jar of paste, "And I just lost three good prostitutes to the shackles of slavery. You are truly a burden."
He then held Hayate as gently as he could.
"And you're alive to continue to burden me with your stubborness and attitude." He never thought he'd say those words with as much happiness as he did.
"Hayate, the loss of my wings means very little to me if during it all they helped me to save you. Just...please don't throw yourself out of any more windows."

With a shakey sigh, Fai pulled away and crossed his arms, looking over toward the window through which moonlight was beginning to stream.
"I'm sorry Hayate...I found out today just how much I have failed you. I tried to keep you away from harm, even if I now realise my own actions caused you to hate me. I thought I had kept others from you, but...apparently I was wrong. I take back what I said. They were not three good prostitutes, they were three creatures beyond my ability to describe. Punishment or no...I should have stopped it from ever happening..."
Figiting, Fai stood from the bed and brought himself to the window, resting his hands on the windowsill.
He couldn't seem to sit still, and not even the cool wind from outside could chill his feverish skin. He let his head hang tiredly, the blue hair of which he was so proud sliding into his face.
"If my presence bothers you, I will leave. I just wanted to make sure you were alright..."