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When; Feb 21, evening
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lyra_of_dustSummary; Lyra and Kamui have dinner and a little talk.
Log; Lyra hesitated for a moment before knocking on Kamui's door. She hadn't really spoken with him much in person since her plan to avenge Jowy's actions towards him on that curse day had gone horribly wrong. And after... Well she couldn't blame him for being furious with her, even if Jowy had forgiven her... There was still the whole mess with Sakurazuka to sort out.

She sighed, exchanged a glance with Pantalaimon and rapped sharply on the door. Hopefully, he'd already be in there.

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Kamui jumped a little at the knock on his door, which was stupid, he thought, she he WAS expecting a visitor. He just hoped... it was the right one, and not Seishirou come to steal him back, or the other Kamui to yell at him for staying someplace too close to the older man.

As luck would have it, though, it was in-fact his adopted little sister (unless the peephole was lying), and so he carefully opened the door, looking at her and her daemon for a moment before acknowledging them both with nods, "Lyra. Pan. Both of you in before Seishirou figures out I'm here." Without much thought beyond that, he gently pulled her in, locking the door behind his two visitors and then sighing with relief. No Seishirous to be upset with him for wandering off and not coming back. "Um... hi?"

Lyra's face broke into a broad grin as she gave him a tight hug. It was a relief to see him in person... The last time, he'd been rather incoherent because of the strong pain medication. Suddenly all thoughts of her discussing plans to get away from Sakurazuka, and Yuuko's advice, and all her desire to talk about moving in with him were temporarily forgotten.

"Kamui! I'm sorryI'msorryI'msorry," she babbled, clinging tightly to him, "I'm sorry and I won't ever do that again." Pantalaimon glanced up at Kamui, surveying him fondly before walking past the two of them and climbing onto the couch. Lyra, in the meantime, was too busy hugging Kamui.

All Kamui could do for a moment was blink, wide-eyed and confused. He certainly hadn't expected to be suddenly hugged like that, much less have apologizes steaming from the girl's mouth almost incoherently. "Lyra..." he tried to sooth her a little, protective urges kicking in, "Imouto, shhh... calm down..." The embrace was returned, one of his hands absently petting her hair; anything to make her not so upset. He'd never really... seen her like this... "Just calm down, okay?" He had no idea that he could have such a strong effect on someone like this.

Slowly, Lyra began to calm down, and she became silent, though she still clung tightly to him.

"Kamui," she sighed, "We were worried- oh when you got hurt oh- but you're alright now." Lyra began to loosen her hold on him.

"Kamui... of all the people in this city, you're the most important to me. You're my big brother." She knew that they'd have to talk about other things soon-mostly involving Sakurazuka Seishirou, but for now, this friendly reunion was enough.

Important person. Someone well-liked and cared for. He was... hearing that a lot lately; first Nill, then Jowy, and now Lyra. But just because they adored him, did that mean they wouldn't leave like everyone else? So far, at least, it seemed as if they wouldn't: they relied on his presence as much as he did their's. He had just recently realized that.

"Lyra, you're important to me too." Smiling a little, softly, he brushed back her hair a little. "I'm sorry I upset you so much, but... I was so angry at you. You hurt someone else very important to me." A pause, and then suddenly he ruffled her hair a little, "I forgive you now, though." Which was to be expected; when he was close to someone, he almost always forgave them. After all, he still wanted to be close to Fuuma, even after all his friend/enemy had done, and nothing his current friends could do would ever be able to top that.

Lyra looked up at him, a soft smile on her face, and a few tears beginning to well up in her pale blue eyes.

"I'm glad- and I- can I move in with you? Because the main reason I moved in with Sakurazuka was because you were staying there to. And if you en't staying there anymore, then I'm moving out. That man, he-" Lyra broke off that train of thought as she clung to him still.

"I want to move in with you."

First thought was to freak out over those tears. She was... about to cry? Because of him? That was bad, right? "Oh god, please don't cry..." He started to pet her again, hoping that would stop the water welling. "I'm sorry."

And even sorry-er when he heard her request. Moving in with him wasn't an option, especially since the other him couldn't stand her. "Moving in... that... well, right now that depends on the vampire twins. But wouldn't you be happier living someplace on your own, permanently? I tend to move from place to place. It'd be nothing by trouble for you."

Lyra sniffled, "But en't that what families do? Live together? I bet Subaru would let me, if I asked him." Lyra asked plaintively, but her tears were beginning to fade. "I bet Subaru would let me, if I asked him."

"I'll think about it," she told him, "But I don't mind moving around. Just promise me you won't be moving back in with Sakurazuka." That was far more important then moving in with him.

"And we need to talk about Sakurazuka... A few nights ago, something weird happened to him. Is he like Fuuma-I mean, can he make himself look like other people?" Lyra asked nervously.

"I have no doubt Subaru wouldn't mind, but..." He bit his lower lip, trying to think of a good way to put this and failing miserably, "the other me doesn't like you. Maybe it'd be okay if you promise to stay away from him? But that apartment only has two bedrooms..." They could always get bunk beds or something, he figured. Just as long as they didn't share a bed like the twins: that'd be too awkward.

Kamui flinched when Lyra mentioned Seishirou, feeling rather... guilty. He couldn't just avoid the man forever; he had to go back eventually. Thus, he thought it best to avoid the topic of not moving back in with him. "Seishirou, well, he doesn't have the same power as Fuuma. Fuuma can only turn into someone you wish to see, from what I've been told. Seishirou can spin illusions. I'm sure he can use that to appear as whoever." Surprisingly, though, the older man had never once tried that on him. "Why? What did he do?"

"Pan and I can stay away from him, if it means we can stay with you," she told him. "It's better than staying with Sakurazuka," Lyra told him confidently.

She bit her lip and glanced down nervously, "He made himself look like Mrs. Coulter-my mother. Several times-it was quick though, barely a second- but it doesn't make sense! He shouldn't know what she looks like!" That fact had been what had disturbed her the most about the whole incident.

Now THAT was worrisome. Lyra did have a point: there was no way Seishirou COULD know what her mother looked like. "Maybe it's a psychological illusion? Because he reminds you so much of her anyway." But either way, he didn't want her to have to go through that. Seishirou could, and most likely would, use that against her in the worst ways possible.

"You'll be staying with me, then." He held her close again, protectiveness present in his tone and actions, "Even if I have to sneak you into the twins' place."

Lyra nodded, allowing him to hold her, and returning the embrace. It had been a while since she felt like this... safe in someones arms. It was a nice feeling though.

"Thanks," she told him softly, "He scares me... she did to. I don't want to stay there unless you're there to." Lyra was silent for a few moments after that, merely holding him tightly. She didn't want to think about Mrs. Coulter or Mr. Sakurazuka now.

"I- can I help make dinner?" she asked, looking up and loosening her hold.

Kamui finally let go of his adopted little sister, trying to push his worrying over her to the back of his mind at the moment. "Sure." He led her into the kitchen, pointing to the ingredients splayed out on the counter. "I... I didn't know what you might like, so I decided we'd eat something simple. Spagetti and meatballs." He tossed her an apron, putting his own back on before smiling at her. "All that's really left to do for now is roll the meatballs and put them in the pot with the boiling sauce. We'll do the noodles when those are almost done."

"I en't really a pick eater," Lyra assured him as she put her own apron on. Honestly, Lyra hadn't had much experience with cooking- back in her world, it had been a servants duty, and in the city, her roomates had always cooked for her, or they'd bought ready-made foods.

"So... Like this?" she asked, grabbing a handful of meat, and used her hands to roll it into a large and irregularly shaped meatball, grinning proudly at her handiwork.

For a moment, he blinked at the oddly shaped meat... thing. Not a ball, a thing. "Um..." But Lyra just looked so damned proud of what she'd done that he couldn't find it in himself to tell her that wasn't right. "That... that works?" Even though it'd take twice as long to cook that one. "But, maybe for the next one... something like this?" He took a small glob of meat into his hands, rolling it into a perfect, bite-sized ball.

"Like that? I'll try," The next one wasn't as well shaped as Kamui's, but it was closer than her first attempt, and around the right size.

"That better?" Lyra asked hopefully, as she started to works on the next one.

Not perfect, but an improvement. "Yep." Another little smile. "You're a fast learner." And he suddenly realized that, based on her inital skill, this was probably the first thing she'd ever made. He'd have to teach her more, for sure; after all, cooking was a good skill to have. "Maybe after dinner, we can make a little cake together?"

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