Some Thing Lost is Never Really Found [CLOSED: Nightmare + Zain]

The blonde rubbed the side of his head a bit as he walked down the poorly light street, grumbling to himself slightly. After seeing his little ‘brother’ he started the long walk that would bring him to his oldish mustang hopeful more sober then when he left. Speaking of which, just how long ago did he leave that bar again? Bluish tinted amethyst eyes looked about the street, and the few cars here and there lining it this late in the evening. Most people would be gone from this part of town at this hour, the comfort of knowing it meant being less likely to run into someone was why he parked around here somewhere. Tradition in a since that had come a habit over the past years of dealing with the Seven Moon’s headmaster, go drank himself to the end of a long bottle and go for a long walk to think things through. So he could clear his mind and dissect everything said, every movement, everything about what happened in his short time in the Academy. Hiding meanings were everywhere and to survive in the world he had found himself surrounded Kyros had to keep himself one step ahead of everything.

In the meeting he had made a bad slip, challenging Ritsu choice on the sacrifice decided for Satoshi. Even if the blonde felt the right to make sure the young teen was placed with someone who could control the two personalities, the older man’s reaction could only mean there was something more to this Noriko Tanaka. Only way to say his ass from this fumble was to give the older man his self conceited pleasure of watching the unit get pinned properly in the place he had decided for them. He wanted to see her in pain, he had said, so the pleasure of seeing that pair of butterflies pinned neatly in place was something Kyros had to make certain happened. But getting there well, would take some rather good acting on his part.

Hands moved to unroll the sleeves of his dress shirt to cover more of his arms getting annoyed with feeling cold as Kyros continued to walk. He already knew how the young teenage would react to certain things so pulling those strings wouldn’t be to hard for him, however, this Noriko he would have to observe for a while before making a definite move. So much work handed to him at the same time again, Ritsu must take some reverse pleasure for having the Knatsu heir under his thumb. Kyros sighed annoyed to himself as he rounded the corner of the building to finally start walking down the street he knew (or well thought he knew) the car he was looking for would be. It was time he went home and done something constructive about his new assignments then taking his own pleasure in trying to destroy his liver. Though it did not mean thoughts of breaking into his stash of good vodka and just continue while working hadn’t crossed his mind. Maybe even finding that last pack of cigarettes he was hiding from his fighter that was on a ‘quieting streak’ seemed like a very pleasant ideal.

However before that, he needed to locate his damn car. A few swear words in German left his lips as he stopped on the sidewalk looking down the street knowing well enough now this was NOT where he parked his car. The look of the street wasn’t right the blonde sacrifice had gotten himself turn around, but wasn’t about to admit he was rather lost or maybe he really had had a little to much over the course of the last few hours.

“ <How the hell does one lose his car?>” Kyros growled to himself in German as he looked about the street trying to get his bearings to figure out where he had taken the wrong turn.

Zain was waiting to get home. His early morning run it had his body dead beat tired and ready for sleep until it was time for work again. He drove down an avenue which would get him to his apartment quicker...or so he thought. Cars lined each side of the street so he had to drive down it very carefully and make sure not to scratch anyones car let alone his on. Odd?...This street is usually very clear around this time. To be honest Zain had lost track of time as his body was screaming at him for his warm bed and fuzzy baby kitten who was in the hands of someone at the moment.

Zain looked all along the street as he could see people moving in and out of driveways and chatting in front yards. A block party perhaps? No that didn't sound right either because most of the people here were pretty quiet. Zain should know since one of his many ex's used to live down here. Her parents mentioned how quiet it normally is until the bars down the street opened up. Although he went through the waterfall his body was beginning to ache again as he slowly drove out until a girl jumped out into the street. Zain stopped abruptly as she was too close for comfort let alone too close to his car. She squealed as she knew his car and ran up to greet him. He slightly rolled down the window as he peered into her hazel green eyes.

"Oh my god Zain. I can't believe you are driving down my street." She squealed with all the other girls that crowded his car. "Sorry ladies I am trying to get home right now." He revved his car again inching forward slightly as they girls continued to crowd around his car. "I promise we will move if you give us your autograph...PLEASE!" she exclaimed as Zain sighed. Being the number 1 host for so many years has come with perks and nuances at the same time. This one being just flat out annoying. Zain rolled down his window and took whatever he could and signed them quickly. As promised the girls moved out of the way and allowed him through. Zain threw the pen back into the backseat of his car. He was just at the edge of the block.

A young man jumped out into the street as Zain stopped yet again. "Shit...all I want to do is go the fuck home" He cursed under his breath as he noticed the guy was lost. Or at least looking for something. Zain honked at him as he wanted the young one to move out of the way. "What is with people stopping me today?" He wondered but suddenly stopped himself. A sound of a ring was heard...a powerful one. Was this young one causing it? Not to sure Zain was going to keep his guard up as he waited for the guy to get out of the street.

So maybe the ideology of parking his car somewhere really far away from where he spent his hours drinking was to keep himself from getting back into said car a few sheets short of the wind and crashing his car. Yes, that was the planned that somehow made perfectly sense when he was completely sober was in fact making him very, very pissed off at himself. Three streets back and over wasn’t right it would only take him back to streets lined with bars, night clubs, and the host places again. And that would be in fact a very stupid place to put his car if in fact of the idea was to take himself away for the intoxicating liquor not leave him closer to it. A hand ran through blond locks as he walked down along the side way wishing he had not left his business jacket in the car for his even with his sleeves unrolled to cover his arms the cold was nipping at his skin, making the numbing feeling spread.

If there was any point in time the blonde really wished he could strangle his fighter over something this would be on the top. If it have been any other vehicle, hell even the bike, he would not have care to put this much effort in pissing himself off looking for the damn thing. But the mustang was supposed to be his baby, the one thing he went through extreme efforts to take care of. Especially knowing the hard work his fighter went though locating it, buying the thing, fixing it up and getting it shipped here from the US.

For some reason he could hear Leia slipping a ‘blonde joke’ in if either of the two fighter’s found out about this. The young man wanted to pull at the ends of his hair and curse anyone but himself for his moment of stupidity. The damn thing was here somewhere he knew it was. Back tracking wouldn’t get him closer and the street was starting to look familiar. Hadn’t he been paranoid beforehand about someone scratching his paint? This street was a lot more narrow then the last two he was on, so most likely it was starting to look as if he parked the damn thing either in parking garage or down some dark scary alley.

Right scary..

His phone suddenly went off causing him to stop again on the sidewalk. It wasn’t someone calling him, or a text message. O no, far worse, it was the endless search engine on his phone picking something up on his fighter’s own stupidity. As he pulled it out of his pocket he could hear the faint sounds of squealing girls and the sounds of a car suddenly stopping not to far back up the street as bluish tinted amethyst eyes scanned over the annoying paparazzi article about his Fighter seen at near a hospital carrying some girl and such. A frown crossed over his face, he was going to be hearing about this soon from the dark haired other of his manger, the woman was going to have kittens. Without really paying mind to the sounds of the large group of giggling women down the street, the blonde slipped the phone back into his pocket even more determined to find the lost car of his so he could get back to the house before Slven. There was an alley here on the other side of this street, he would go look down at a bit before making his way down around another block. This place as familiar enough so he’s damn car was here somewhere.

At times he really did wish he was the type to drink himself stupid at home instead of at bars. But his fighter never really took too kindly to his sacrifice self destructive ways. And being around Leia like this was asking for something horribly even worse to happen. Even if the woman like to say she was right there with him and his fighter, the blonde knew that the dark haired brunette would take all sorts of reverse pleasure at seeing him fall hard on his ass. The blonde sacrifice cut between a set of cars to cross over the street not really thinking to check and see if the car farther up had been able to break though the group of swarming girls until the head lights seemed to be almost on top of him. And his stupid took a turn for the slight works.

HONK

So maybe it was his own fault for walking out in the street before looking even though he was sort of standing on a cross walk. But the fact the car in which was honking at him stopped just inches from him and the horn caught him very much off surprise. Instinct reaction? Use said stopped car as a point of kick off to get farther away from it. Eyes slightly open wider from being startled by the very loud sound that had cracked though his train of thought.

Anyone for the ‘deer in the headlight’s’ look?

It took Kyros a moment to realize he had been holding his breath. Being shocked was unbecoming of him, the blonde growled at himself as his mind caught up to what was happening. The icy feeling crawling down his spine; a fighter was nearby.

Nearly the second heart attack within a few minutes of each other. The young man in the street just stood there as Zain sighed. Hoping he didn't rattle the boy too much Zain decided to place his hazard lights on and shut the outside lights off. This was all becoming a bit much for him as he took off his seatbelt. Damn it all. Zain cursed as the ringing got louder. He figured it was definitely this boy who was in front of his car. Zain got out as he sighed praying the boy wasn't in shock.

It's not like Zain didn't know what to do if he was but right now he was in too much of a pissed off mood to even attempt to help the kid. Zain shut his door as it locked automatically. "Hey kid, you alright?" Zain asks as he walks to the front of his car but kept his distance. People recovering usually tend to lash out and seeing that he was starting to slowly come around Zain wasn't in the mood to fight with this aching body of his. The young man looked sharp but he also resembled a kid in Zain's eyes as he watched him closely. Any subtle movements his teal eyes detected would signal that he was alright and was just startled.

Some of the neighbors who witnessed the event want to go and help but Zain gave them a look which froze everyone in place. Adjusting his choker again and helping the dragon dangle from it once more Zain adverted his eyes back to the man in front. All he really wanted to do was make sure the guy was alright and move on home. But everything seemed to be in his way today for some reason. His eyes detected some aura movement as it was a clear sign the kid was alright it would only be a few moments more before the body started to unfreeze itself from its prison of shock.

Blue tinted Amethyst eyes shifted sharply away from the car as its caution lights were turned on and the head lights off to the opening driver side as the car owner stepped out. So in the unwritten rights of drunken idiots around the world, the blonde should have some sort of harsh come back, most liking along the lines of calling the man who about hit him some rather not so kind things and such. Somewhere in the mix physical violence might pursue. That was if the blonde really was just like any other alcoholic. A little far down the bottle he had gotten himself tonight yes, but not enough to lose his sense.

“Hey kid, you alright?”

The man standing before him was a fighter alright, and the ever so cold icy feeling making its way down his spine was warning enough that doing something as so stupid would be a very bad ideal. Pain was not something the young sacrifice was afraid of but there were enough types of fighter’s he had crossed paths with that gave off this type of feel. Ones he should so blindly ignore their presences and be his normal over controlling sacrifice he was. Even thought the original wave of shock about almost getting hit had worn off the Nightmare sacrifice kept the look on his face, slowly his movements as if he really was in deep shock of almost getting hit.

He called me a kid, run with it.

The instinct of getting himself out of what could turn into a very bad situation kicked in even through his fogged mind. The one of many things he learned over the last few years living in a bit of danger constantly. He left out a sudden uncertain laugh as his right hand went behind his head shaking slighting. Closing his eyes he lowered down his head a bit as if trying to collect himself before making out the right words.

“Y-yeah. I t-think I’m ok… “

Zain was relieved to hear that he was okay. His temperment had cooled as he saw no potential threat was being made from the kid but he approached with caution anyways. The closer he got the more he was mistaken about him being a kid but Zain's tired eyes told him other wise even though his senses were sharp enough to smell things beyond human detection but he left it alone. "If you can walk it would be best to get you out of the street. Scared the shit out of me coming out here like that." Zain mentions as he watches the young man in front of him.

Zain looked around and saw no one was chasing the man so what would cause him to walk out into the street? Alcohol was more than likely in his system but probably not enough to impair judgement like that. Maybe he wasn't paying any attention and did like most people do and just jump out there assuming he would stop in time. Sometimes people really didn't care either they just did their own thing and expected the world to revolve around them. Yet something didn't set quite right about this guy so Zain kept his front about him.

"If you are not hurt or anything are you lost or looking for something perhaps? This place isn't known for being friendly...even to people like me its a major hazard." Zain mentions as he steps back and keeps an eye on his surroundings. even though this block is quiet the surrounding ones are not. Especially the dark alleyways. They are most lethal around here. Zain watches on as he sits on the hood of his car feeling the warmth as he wants to wait and make sure the guy was back on his full bearings before he took off.

Kyros let his body relax a bit, slumping his shoulders to make himself to appear more younger then he was, like any teen going out partying and now on his way home this late at night. All the while his mind calculating ways to keep himself out of what danger he might have walked himself into. The contacts in his eyes were drying a bit, enough to make his eyes water a bit at the right moment to play off working off the shock of almost getting run over. Like he had seen enough times of people in shock to know how to mimic the reaction to continue to play this little act of his off.

“ Sorry, I thought you were still stopped up the street. Didn’t think to look up again, your car’s really quiet there Mister. Hehe.” Kyros laughed with a nervous after tone to his voice as he looked down at the road. Play off to the uneased young adult, the icy feeling on his spine at the moment was not very comfortable. Weighting his choice at the moment if this fighter came hostile towards him for some reason or another did not look very good. He had no clue exactly where his fighter was, and Leia’s bar was quite a ways away from here. So, lost ‘kid’ with a maybe a little to much in his system was a good way to play this off for now. “ Hehe, yeah.. For some reason can’t seem to find my car. Know I parked it around here somewhere…”

Zain smirked a bit as he was glad the kid had some speech left in him. "I do one hell of an upkeep on my car. Always want to make sure I can get from point A to point B safely." Zain mentions as he has his car still running on idle at the moment. He wasn't worried about it since the car is locked and no one knows how to open it since it is registered under Zain's DNA pattern. Although the car was a gift Arin had to make major Modifications to it but made sure it wouldn't be detected as such by outsiders unless you really took the car apart. Zain looked around as he tried to find out where teens would park their cars nowadays.

"Teens normally don't park on this street because of how ungodly narrow this street is. Are you sure you didn't park on the street to the left of us? It is the straight shot to the Clubs District from there. I park there all the time. If you want I can take you there. But otherwise check the next street over." Zain mentions as he waits on the kid who seems to be doing better now. His phone rings as he goes to answer it. "Hello...what...feed her then...you idiot thats the wrong milk. I don't want her getting sick because of you...hurt my baby and I will kill you...I'm coming home now." Zain hangs up his temper a little flared since Suru is hungry and no one seems to know where her food is. All of them must still be intoxicated as he heard her meowing over the phone for him to come home as soon as he could.

“ And risk my fighter’s car getting hit by careless drunks on an open street? He’d skin me alive….Always park in the back alleys.” And queue the Freudian slip that every young, naïve and untrained unit piece would say out loud when not really thinking about it. That was the role he currently playing at, even if the fighter himself didn’t seem for a moment a threat besides the fact he almost ran the blonde, didn’t mean anything. This lingering uncomfortable feeling the was settling in his body, the warnings he trained ever so hard to create in his mind were going off like crazy. The slightly seriously concerned look on his face someone worried about breaking another person’s precious toy would have upon their face. After all, it was a simple mind thing something of this persona would be worried over.

The blue haired man before him answered his phone hat suddenly went off, the tone of short conversation that he held with the person on the other side. He narrowed his eyes for a moment as he studied the man who was for the time not paying him mind as he argued with someone over milk. Analyzing what he could make out from just his appearance to help understand why he was feeling a little more unease then he should. Kyros wasn’t one to get startled for no reason, and from the easy way this man seemed to be about himself the natural aura of hidden fears that always seemed to linger in the blonde’s wake didn’t seem to have much effect at the moment. Though, Kyros was doing his best at the subconsciously suppress his ‘presences’ all the time. As a whole, Kyros and Slven tended to make w room very unpleasant to be in for some, individual it varied on the person. As the man clicked his phone shut, Kyros turned his expression to a slightly concerned one, but not letting the lingering look of shock clearing off his face completely.

“ I’ve seemed to be keeping you from getting home, my apologies, mister……?”

Zain came back and sat on his hood as he placed the phone back into his pocket. He adjusted the choker slightly again as he looked down at the young one. "It's okay. I'm about to head home anyways. She will be fed before I get some sleep. Since you said back alley I assume you must mean the small area inbetween Midnight Bliss and the Pub next door. If I come to work early I park there. Smart people will park there because no one really knows about it like that except for people that work around the area." Zain mentions as he receives a picture text of Suru and Max. They all seem to be fine for the moment as Zain smiled and placed the phone back into his pocket.

"I can take you there if you wish? I need to run into work real quick anyways. Your Fighter's Car would more than likely be there. But I must say you look fairly young to know about that area. Unless you have a friend that works on that street. New bars, clubs and pubs have been showing up more and more as of late so I wouldn't be surprised." Zain mentions as he reads the situation. The young one was holding back and Zain could feel it. His ringing was loud but it was subdued since he gave him a scare. The kid just didn't bring it back up to par just yet. Zain's eyes narrowed slightly since he figures the kid was trying to read him as well. Too bad he suppresses everything and leaves no traces. Almost like a bloodhound but he does it to keep away from Ritsu.

“Hehe…Old friend of mine owns a place around here.” Kyros gave off a slightly chuckle as his hand went back behind his head, it would have been rather hard for him to keep this ‘bubble’ teen act going if it wasn’t for all the alcohol he had been drinking over the course of the night this would have annoyed him to no end. But that damn desire of interest in this one was coming on stronger then before as his eyes faintly studied the man closely. It was annoying him to no end why he could figure out why this felt familiar. Or well, not this man’s personal presences but an underlining tone. It had to be something that rubbed off this one is some sort of training he had in the past. Every fighter had one even if they themselves were aware of it, the ‘feel’ they gave off their confidence of any given situation. This one was very well sure of himself. Not fazed at all by the blondes own licking aura. Though Kyros was conceiling as much as he possibly could without wiping it away completely; for that would give it away his own training in a minute if he was right about this one.

That little desire within him that always got himself in to a lot of danger in the past was growing up his spine. He wanted to know now, everything oddly enough about this Fighter as if it could be something ever important later one. He had to keep that sinister look from crossing over his face as a slight plan came together in his head a bit. Time to play this game to its full and see what it gets him. This man, he wanted to know his name, and a way to find him. Or well, that had been given, he said he worked near here so all he had to do was figure out where, but that wasn’t quite what he wanted a that.

This was after all, his game that Kyros planned to play to its ever end


“ Na, that’s ok Mister. I think I can make it there on my own. I’ve cause you enough trouble…He…” He smiled light at the other, something that was very much not something Kyros would ever do to anyone. But this was a game he was playing, and he had a role to master. Mantaining the act of a drunk teen was rather easy. With a simple nod of farewell, the blond turned himself away from the taller man, with a slight sway. It was all in the timing, all in the body language, and give then he knew for a fact there was enough in his system to make this work it would only all be left in the hands of this one. Now it was time to see how well he could manipulate this man’s good nature.

Step, with a slight sway…

Another step, followed with uncertainly.

Third step, foot under other heel, sway enough to lose balance, try to ‘brace’ himself and get it back. Followed by the ever so ‘I’ve had too much to drank and this is why I stepped out in front of your car’ stumble with him falling backwards and landing HARD on his ass on the material of the street right back in the range of the high lights. Well timed, and perfectly cared out. The ‘stumble and fall’ that any teen with too much in there system would do given the chance. Though it rather did really hurt, he had managed to fall on his right wrist, twisting it a bit but all the better to make this act real. Kyros made a sharp intake and cursed in German at his stupidity.

“<Mother Fucking Hell, God damn it!>” All the better to make this realistic, even though it really was a pain. He held his hand a bit in his other as he remained on the ground in front of the other’s car. Now to see if this Fighter would take the bait.



occ-<words>- kyros speaking differnt languageXD

Zain watched as the teen left the hood of his car and stumbled out into the street. Zain was not a fan of letting people drive intoxicated and causing unneccesary deaths. Zain went to help the teen up back onto his feet as his dragon from the choker dangled in front of the teen. "Hate me later but I am taking you home now. I will not allow you to drive home under your conditions." He mentions as he helps the teen up. Zain walked him back to the car as he opened the door and put him in the seat. Zain strapped him in as he walked to his side and got in the car.

He sat down and strapped himself in as he looked confused at the teen. "Where do you live?" He asked as he tried to sense out the situation. He was not about to let him leave his sight as he sensed something was off. Did the alcohol catch up to him or what? Zain was confused but he kept up his guard. Teen or not he knew this kid was a unit and he was not about to let him sneak his way around him. Zain looked at the teen again wondering if he will respond at all. I might have to take him to the complex if he doesn't answer. Zain tensed but that might be his only choice.

There are some things that are decision made to fast to really even thing about what the hell he ws thinking. Like the one that came to mind once he was placed inside the Fighter’s car and the door was shut. Leaving him alone for several seconds inside the car as the other walked around to get in on the driver side. Bluish tinted amethyst eyes looked quickly around the car, taking it all end as he leaned his head back fastly, closing his eyes. Relaxing out his body, Kyros lend back into the leather seats covered with a grey letting the muscles of his arms and torso limp out. Softening his breath he let his head rest slightly against the seatbelt and his chest making it seem as the young blonde had drifted off to sleep by the time the door opened again and the other got into the car.

There was no way in hell he would endangering his solitude of his home to just anyone. It was his castle, his fortress, his little secret base were everything he need to run his job and making his nightmarish dream a reality lay. He had to figure were this little pawn piece set on the chest board of units. For, against or just caught in the middle. With luck, either the man would take him somewhere close to his own home, worse case he ended up somewhere else. But Kyros knew how to get himself out fo trouble, how to bet a Fighter without the use of his own or anyone else. He was a very specially trained sacrifice after all. The only responds the blue haired man would receive were nothing more then the soft breaths of a teen with too much alcohol in his system, enough to make him very, very tired. All the while, Kyros would listen to everything, and anything, for they were all clues to this strange fighter.

Zain smirked as the teen actually fell asleep on him. Deciding that he had no choice he texted the guys at his place 'code names only and have an apartment ready for me once I get there.' Zain decided to just play things on the safe side as he would allow this to play out. Apartments were set up for cases like this but this young one seemed to be hiding things from him so Zain had a special place in mind as he drove them to his Apartment Complex.

[Zain and Nightmare have left the STREETS and are heading to Malibu Apartments]