|Takashi Ikazuchi | Ajisukitakahikone (thunderously) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-07-24 23:16:00
|Entry tags:||ajisukitakahikone, raiden nakashima|
Who: Raiden and Ajisukitakahikone
When: May 19
Where: Raiden's apartment with her mother.
What: Things aren't okay in Raiden's household.
Warnings: Likely none
Raiden was a little panicked. No one was listening to her, not even Poseidon. She knew her father was busy, but she couldn't understand what was going on right now. It was bigger than her, but her half-immortal self could seemed that something bad was going on.
It was dark now, her mother was usually either out running an “errand” or locked up in her room. After dinner she'd slinked out saying she had a 'date'. Raiden had grown suspicious, so she started to sneak around her mother's room. For some reason she was scared to. She was glad Takashi would be there soon.
It had begun to rain. Just a light drizzle, nothing too serious, but enough that Takashi decided to walk to Raiden's instead of taking the subway. He didn't really like being underground anyway, it made him nervous, so the rain was a good excuse to ignore that method all together.
He didn't have an umbrella, didn't wear a hood, and the more rain dropped on his head, the more people looked at him with sympathy. Which was silly, he thought, as his natural state was to be comfortable in the storm, and this could hardly even be called that. It was relaxing. Comfortable. Which was good, because he was worried about Raiden. They hadn't been seeing each other long, not even by mortal standards, and he'd never met her mother, but if Raiden was concerned then he'd come check things out. At the very least, he could help her feel safe.
By the time he reached Raiden's apartment, his hair was plastered to his head, his shoulders were damp, and he had calmed considerably. He thumped his fist against the door, the knocks resounding in the hallway.
Things were anywhere but calm for Raiden as she searched her mother's room for anything out of the ordinary. There was an odd smell creeping from the floor boards, but it was faint. Enough to seem like some old sandwich had been left under the bed for a few days. She was about to look under the rolled futon when she heard the knock.
She jumped up a little startled. Quietly stepping out of the room she shut the door behind her and peaked through the peephole. When she saw Takashi she swung open the door and hugged him as hard as she could. She was made of stronger stuff than this, but the Vibe she'd been feeling for weeks just wouldn't go away. Part of her didn't want to find out, but she was persistent.
“Hey!” he greeted, the word broken by laughter as he was attacked. “Hey,” he said again, a little more softly, reaching to move her arms with gentle hands, “no point in you getting wet, too. Least let me take my jacket off.”
He could feel her panic. It was creeping up his spine like a cold shock, like someone had dropped ice at the bottom of his shirt. It was a palpable feeling in the room.
“I don't care,” she said, tears nearly lining her eyes and she wasn't even sure why. She waited for him to remove his jacket before tackling him again. She needed to feel someone there because she'd felt alone for weeks. She hadn't been sleeping either, which would reflect poorly on her grades.
He shed the jacket as soon as she pried herself away from him, deposited it near the door because he could see her coming in again and didn't have time to really look for the proper place to hang it. He took the few seconds he had to shake his hair out a little, causing it to go in different directions.
“You're a girl, you're supposed to care about all that stuff. Clothes getting wet and makeup smearing. Right?” Maybe not. Her father was some sort of sea god, wasn't he? She was probably comfortable around water. Or maybe that was just that movie about the boy at the camp that made him think that way. Either way, she didn't seem to mind, which was good for him, as his hair was dripping water on her.
He placed a hand on the back of her head, smoothing her dark hair down. “Wanna tell me what's going on?”
She just wanted to feel someone close by. She'd felt alone for weeks. The water felt good dripping against her skin. She couldn't let him go and refused to.
Clear blue eyes looked up when he asked and she felt those tears rush again. “This is so bad.” She wiped them away. “Otousan would be furious that I was being such a baby.” She let herself calm down before dragging him towards her mother's room. “I found blood on the bed,” she opened up the door. There may have even been a cat paw on the patch but it was hard to tell. “She said she cut herself cooking. Rushed out the door for a date.” She shook her head. “She doesn't date. She hasn't dated since....my father.”
“Pretty sure he'll get over it,” he replied dryly. He wasn't really someone who could fault another for crying - it was his most defining trait. Granted, he had been a baby when he'd done all that, but showing emotion was A Good Thing. People without a full spectrum of emotions were frightening. He let her lead him into the apartment and through the door, keeping a tight grip on her hand the whole time, letting her know he was right behind her.
“Well,” he began, pausing for a moment. It was all the tenderness he could muster. He wasn't good at wording things and always ended up just being blunt. “You're older now. She doesn't have to really look after you anymore. She probably just put off dating until you could take care of yourself.”
It wasn't unheard of. Although her father had probably done a number on her mother, so who knew? It was the blood that gave him pause. “Cut what - a major artery?” And to not clean up after. There was a sharp copper smell, something else he couldn't pinpoint, but some part of him knew what it was. “Should probably open a window.”
She tightened her small fingers around his, clinging to his hand. “I know all that. She's...” she wandered off watching his facial expressions with acute interest. “It's not like her.”
“I don't know.” The scene was rather horrific in a way. Her nose twitched letting go of him long enough to open the window. “Do you think she's okay?” She could feel her heart palpitate against her chest wildly. “What is it?” Poseidon hadn't come over to investigate a week ago when she asked, now things were just getting stranger.
He took a deep breath when she opened the window, dragging in the smell, the moisture. He didn't realize how stifled he'd felt in this room until she'd opened it up to the outside. Just the one breath relaxed him considerably.
Truth was, he didn't know what was going on. He wasn't a detective. “I don't know, Raiden.” He knew he was just repeating her. It sounded almost hollow. He tried again. “I wish I could tell you. But I've never even met your mother, so I don't know how she even acts normally, let alone abnormally. I can barely remember who I am, some days. I can tell there's something old in here, like I've got an itch, somewhere deep. It's lingering somewhere. But that could be you. I can't say for sure.”
He dropped his hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently, offering reassurance. “I know you're worried. You should just confront your mother when you see her again. Do you want to stay with me tonight?” There were no undertones to the question. If she stayed, he'd make up the futon under his bed.
It wasn't the answer she wanted to hear. It should have given her relief but it didn't. How could she even explain what that feeling was in the pit of her stomach that told her something was terribly wrong? It just came out as her being over-obsessive about something that was probably so minor.
She huffed, brows curving in a displeased fashion very reminiscent of her father. It wasn't the answer she wanted and she wasn't going to take it. “It's not me,” she waved her hand around. “I mean I know my father's old and that's there, but this feels....from somewhere else. From home.”
She sighed again with frustration. “I've tried, she just...she doesn't even talk to me Takashi.” She hung her head a little feeling silly for having snapped at him. “Yes. I'll stay with you,” her voice like a meek child.
He didn't so much mind that she'd snapped. He was used to it. He honestly wished she wouldn't regret doing it - she acted as if he'd slapped her before he even had a chance to reply.
“Do you have any theories? Any other clues? Anything else out of the ordinary? I just don't have a lot to go on, and I don't want to worry you if you don't need to be worried.” He brushed her hair behind her ear. “I promise I'm not going to think you're crazy. Just tell me whatever you're feeling. We'll work it out.”
She was shaking she was so upset with too many emotions swirling at once. It was a tidal wave.
Raiden tried to think, remembering the first time that things swung off-kilter. It had been a few weeks ago when her mother almost seemed sick. “It was a few weeks ago when this started. She got sick, or so I thought. She stayed in her room for days on end never coming out and wouldn't even eat.” She was still shaking and starting to tear up again, but this time out of frustration. “When I came in after three days to help her up, get her moving she hissed at me. Almost like a cat would the moment I drug her to the shower.” There were other 'strange' occurrences that had happened, but she was trying to put it all together.
“Hey.” He turned her to face him, placed a steady hand on each shoulder. He bent slightly to face her directly. “Take a deep breath. Everything will be fine.”
Except it probably wouldn't. There was obviously something strange happening here and nothing was going to be fine. He tried not to dwell on it. “Do you think it's a possession?” He winced after the words left his mouth. It seemed like a worst case scenario, but Japan had a lot of spirit types that could have piggybacked on any of Raiden's things.
Raiden calmed considerably as he catered to her worry. It dried her tears long enough to think clearly now. “Possession, “ she nodded. “Maybe. Her appetite is bigger. She eats like an animal.” If she wasn't mistaken it could be like a werewolf attack. It was hard to think something like that existed, but her mind was open in knowing her father.