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Log: Complete

When; January 10th
Rating; PG (just..b/c I always rate things PG)
Characters; Tomoe Hotaru

silence_bringer, Xulchilbara

revelations9x6. Also Shizune

medic_assistant and Archer

heroshirou, if they want in.
Summary; Awash in the agony of drug withdrawal, a new friend comes to offer respite and surcease of pain.
Log;

He'd said that he could take away her pain. But...could he really? At this moment, it almost didn't matter to the girl. Small body wracked with tremors from pain and withdrawal alike, she huddled against Archer's comforting warmth. She bit her lip against the small cries of pain that threatened to escape her with the tears that squeezed unbidden from the corners of her eyes.

Make it stop....it hurts so badly..

With each painful spasm, her fingers twitched, curling tighter into the fabric of his coat, knuckles white against the scarlet cloth. Xulchilbara; no, Rosu-san had said he could sooth away her pain, so that she could sleep. That he had..magic. And even though she couldn't help but be wary, the girl wanted to trust him. If only because of something he had once said. That he had a daughter. A daughter who was like herself.

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Shadows moved along the walls of Hotaru's rooms.

A simple trick of the light?...Perhaps...

But when they stilled once again, a lean, youngish man with hair the color of a raven's wing, and eyes that should not have been human....(could not belong to a human) stepped easily from a tall column of otherwise very mundane shadow.

They eyed Archer in consideration; sized him up.
...And then turned onto Hotaru, and dimmed from thier bright burning to something more subdued. Something even....sympathetic?

He broke into a partial smile that may have been meant to be kindly reassuring, but much of His gentler expressions generally came off as unsettling paired with those wrong eyes.

He nodded respectfully to Archer, and Hotaru, and held His hands away from his sides, palm out, in a classic gesture of peace.

"...I must be able to touch her, dear Archer." He said, his voice a thick caress of sound that pressed against the syllables of the other man's name like a cat scent marks.

" Will you permit me to do so without attempting to remove my hands?"

Archer stared at Xulchilbara. His eyes were a little off. As if he didn't want to look directly at them. But he made himself.

"Do what you need. Just make it stop for her."

She glanced up at the sense, the feeling of a presence in her room. It was a somewhat chilling one, but despite the shaft of unease, she felt as though the fear was merely something fleeting. Something that came with the bringer, but couldn't penetrate her. As though it was simply a part of who he was. As the man seemed to melt out of the shadows, Hotaru had her first look at her...benefactor, for lack of a better word.

He was...unusual. Not in any one particular way, but in the aura that seemed to cling to him. And then there were his eyes. Backlit from within, as though seared by hellfire, they glowed with an eerie light. But...she felt no fear. Rather, there was a strange sense of..curiosity? Interest? Violet eyes studied him as he walked over.

"Rosu...san?"

Shizune had left the room that was almost in shambles, left the room to clean herself of the blood and sweat, to change, to try and calm herself. She had been getting entirely too worked up, mood unable to be controlled, swinging between her usual self, calm, patient, if not a little excitable, too agitated, frustrated, angry. Not good for her patients.

The kunoichi had just finished washing up, was coming back into the room to speak with Hotaru, to try and soothe the pains of withdrawel any way she could, since all the healing she had done had drained her chakra down to dangerous levels, leaving her exhausted, almost causing a miscarriage that thankfully the shinigami medic had prevented. But at the sight of the man in the room...

"... You..." She whispered, standing in shock at the sight both recognizable and terrifying.

Flame wreathed eyes flicked to Shizune, and the soft smile took on a sharper edge.

" I Mean her no more ill than you, sweet Shizune."
He cocked his head to the side with another considering expression, and looked briefly at the medic's middle, then back to her eyes with a knowing look.

Without another glance spared for Shizune, the God approached Archer and Hotaru, moving slowly as though dealing with a skittish animal, holding Hotaru's gaze intently, all the while.

He moved with a liquid grace...like a large hunting cat; soft and silent.
That intensity colored his every action and expression, as He knelt before Hotaru, and reached one hand's index and middle fingers out to tilt her chin up to look at him more fully.

Tentatively He allowed the strangle-hold He kept over his chaotic essense to loosen fractionally.

To some the presence of the Red God registered as a dull throb...perhaps a pleasing sensation, perhaps not..as with all things related to Xulchilbara, the line between pleasure and pain was often indeterminate.
To others it registered as a headache; a strange buzzing in the mind of many hundreds of voices speaking in tongues....or perhaps not even that easily described.
For Hotaru, He was extremly careful to restrain that dull throb to the absolute minimum.

Once she was looking at him, His hand moved slowly from her chin to cup her cheek, His opposing hand likewise rising to smooth her hair from her forehead.

The fire in His eyes took on a deeper intensity, and a violet hue as He seemed to not so much look at her, but rather through her....all the way through until those burning eyes seemed to inspect her very soul.

The sensations that He elicited from skin to skin contact were simply a stronger version of his usual presence, but instead of an increase in sensation of any kind, it was as though Hotaru's pain was a liquid. Liquid that Xulchilbara's touch, and gaze drew out of her; Poison from the wound.
A mild sense of peace, and comfort wrapped around the sharp edges of withdrawl as He looked at her.
He drew the pain out of her, again slowly to allow Archer to see that the God was true to His word that He meant her no harm.

After a few moments of this exchange, He leaned foreward, closed His ever-burning eyes, and brushed the lightest of kisses across Hotaru's brow.
She would be left with that sense of peaceful comfort, and most notably, the complete cessation of pain.

...What the others within the room felt as far as sensation was entirely debatable, however.

Shizune's eyes narrowed, hands falling to her middle along with the Red God's gaze. His very look made her feel... in danger. As it had on the ship they had shared a past curse day, it seemed he could see right through her, everything about her. She tried not to step back, settling on watching.

She did not like this one bit. Nor his words, nor his very being. ... But she knew she was no match, no reason against him, and kept silent.

Archer walked over to Shizune. "It's okay. He's only here to help."

"Of course he is." She answered, arms crossed low. Her voice was full of barely concealed bitterness and anger. Along with a hint of fear.

Archer could sense her feelings. He put a hand on her shoulder.

"He doesn't hurt children. However, if he tries to hurt you, I will defend you with my life. Don't worry."

"I'm not-" She began to snap, but stopped herself. "... worrying." She was cold, however, unresponsive, eyes remaining trained on the man called the Red God.

"He's wrong." She finally whispered to Archer, lips barely moving.

Archer smiled at her response.

"Don't you think that in this situation, the ends justify the means?"

Shizune turned her gaze not from the Red God, watching with disdain. She did not trust this thing, nor his methods, his motives, or his creatures.

And she did not answer.

As he took hold of her chin, she could feel something in the back of her head, like the finest prickling sensation. As though thousands of tiny pins brushed their sharp points across the fabric of her mind ever so gently. It was a...strange sensation, though not necessarily unpleasant.

A part of Hotaru remarked that she should have felt afraid, the intensity in his burning gaze was such that she felt certain there were numerous others who had likewise met this same gaze and had turned away from it in terror. But strangely, she felt no fear. Perhaps it was born of the fact that having died once, there was little more that she thought anyone could do to her. Or perhaps it was simply born of the knowledge and understanding that one blessed with the reins to destruction was granted. Whatever the case, she held his gaze in silent thrall, the pain lashing at her mind the only thing causing a momentary flinch in her demeanor.

She nearly let her eyes close as his hand gently brushed the hair from her forehead. The touch was soothing, almost fatherly in it's nature, and she could feel her tensed and pain-ridden mind begin to relax as his eyes drilled into hers, seeming even to take on the colour of her amethyst orbs as the pain began to ebb.

A heavy sense of relief settled across her mind as the last of the pain slipped slowly away from her and her eyelids fluttered closed. A moment later, a curious sensation on her forehead that was composed of both the gentle touch of lips to skin and a low searing heat that burned into her skin in a way that nevertheless didn't seem too unpleasant.

"It...it's gone.. It doesn't hurt anymore.."

The Red God smiled indulgently down at Hotaru, then raised one dark brow in an expression that seemed to say 'I told you so' far clearer than words.

"I am afraid it is not permanent...but as it dissipates over the course of days, so too will the symptoms lessen."
He turned those wrong eyes on Shizune. " Correct, gentle healer?"

Without waiting for the medic's answer, He turned back to Hotaru, and resumed gently petting her hair.
Yes, an oddly parental gesture, but Hotaru reminded Him so strongly of Alessa when she was a teenager, that His actions were almost an inspired habit.
" You should eat if you feel able, and then rest. Your body requires it while dealing with the difficulties drug withdrawl forces on the human body." He advised, speaking more to Himself really.

While Hotaru sat, He would too. It was pleasantly nostalgic to watch her.
Still...after she seemed much more at ease, burning eyes found Archer again, and the look in them was niether gentle, nor parental.

" Rest assured...Judgement will find them. " The light flared once, very briefly behind His eyes, and His constant smile showed an edge of manic ferocity, then commented rather cryptically;
"A bleeding shark attracts predators, after all..."

The sensation of his hand on her head was a familiar one, in the sense that her father had done the same thing to her when she was younger. It was..nice, to use a simple term.

She bit her lip momentarily, not sure whether he would welcome it or not, then leaned foreward, wrapping her arms around his torso in a hug, face against his chest.

"Thank you...Rosu-san."

The God in human form stiffened in surprise at first. It was rare that anyone, save Alessa, initiated physical contact with Him.
After a moment of realizing what she was doing He relaxed, and returned the embrace with a mildly confused expression.

...This was an odd feeling. Not attraction, whether of the flesh or to power, but a pleasent sensation that inspired gentleness. A desire to protect.

Odd, indeed.

" No thanks are necessary, little one." He replied, " I thank you for allowing me close enough to help you."
That too was becoming a rarity these days...

((OOC: Sooo, done or continue? I think the cute is gonna kill me already XD))

[OOC: I think that's good. Yeah, the cute is overwhelming. And it's so funny b/c she still hasn't really gotten that whole "Xulchi is a god" thing. So to her, it doesn't seem like it would be strange to touch him. Nor is she afraid of him b/c she knows nothing OF him. So she sees no reason to be afraid. XD]

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