Ooc:// Why are you suprised by my age? Do I seem younger or something through my writting and words?

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Naric's mind seemed to calm its constant protest to the white neko's actions. It no longer was screaming against everything but now staying quiet and going with the flow, still not very certain what was going on. One minute the white neko was angry and the next he is ontop of him making out.

Naric kept his eyes shut not wanting to look at Miramo a little scared. He didn't know what was going on in the white neko's mind and he didn't want to know. The feeling of miramo's hand on his stomach sent shivers down his spin as he gave a slight whimper at the unexpected touch. His grip tightened on the white neko's shirt, just clinging not sure what else to do. He couldn't move at all and only could tolerate and put up with the actions of the other.

His body was quick to get used to the felling of Miramo's hand going slowly up his stomach but it wasn't that which made Naric let out a whining moan, but the sensation of the white neko's lips and teeth against his neck. The sensation was overwhelming causing him to curl his tail and bring his legs up just slightly as if to curl into a ball. Naric sucked in a breath as a slight whimper escaped feeling Miramo's tongue brush across the place where his teeth and tongue had been. His calves were pressed firmly against the side of the bed as he squeezed his eyes shut even more, if that was even possible. A dark red blush brushed acrossed his face as he felt Miramo's light touch before he froze, feeling the white neko's touch disapear.

Naric lost his grip on the other neko's shirt causing him to open his eyes and focus on Miramo with a slightly embar*censored*ed but fearful look. He took in a deep breath of air trying to catch his breath, having lost it through the encounter. He had no words for the other. His mind was still trying to wrap around what had exactly happened. He was seriously at a loss of words at the current moment in time figuring he wouldn't really have any words for the other. He had the strong urge to get away and curl up into a ball and just hide for a while so his mind could wrap around everything.

((No, no, nothing like that. There are just some really literate younger users on Res, so I tend to forget that there are also literate older people. ^^; ))

Miramo stared down at Naric with a confused ex
pression, his breath coming out in short pants. His heart was racing and his body, especially his tail, quivering as he tried to calm his excitement from what had happened. For all the regret he felt at that moment, he couldn't make himself hate what he had done. He hated himself, yes, but it had actually felt good in, what he considered, some sort of terrible way. Why had this have to happen? In just those few short minutes, he'd ruined everything he'd been trying to save. All of this was his fault, and now Naric had suffered because of it. 

Nervously, as if afraid it would only make things worse, he placed his palm on the black neko's cheek, calling out his name softly. Naric seemed rather dazed, which only worried Miramo more. What if he had somehow hurt him? Maybe just doing what he'd done was enough to break him... Miramo actually shuddered at the though. As much as it confused him to admit it, he really liked the black neko. In fact, it was probably these mixed feelings of his that had caused all this in the first place. Maybe if he'd just treated Naric like a slave in the first place, none of this would have happened. Or maybe, it could have gone a lot farther...

The white neko shook his head quickly to clear that thought from his head. He could never force someone to do something like that against their will. Or at least, he'd thought he couldn't... but wasn't that what he'd been about to do just moments before. He shook his head again. All these thoughts were only making him more confused and upset. Right now, he had to focus on Naric and pray that he was still himself.

"Naric," Miramo called softly, trying to get the black neko's attention. "Naric, can you hear me?" His voice was soft and laced with regret for his actions. There was really nothing he could do to make this right. 

Ooc:// Oh. Yeah. I thought I was alone for the longest time. I felt old. DX

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Naric flinched a little at the feeling of Miramo's hand on his cheek. Minus the feeling he somehow managed to slow his breathing regaining his thoughts slowly. In fact the first thought in his mind seemed to scream at him, as if breaking down an invisable wall holding it back. 'What the hell was that!?!' The black neko shut his eyes and moved his head back and fourth twice before reopening them. His ears perked forward finally tuning in on the white neko's voice.

He heard his name and focused on Miramo's gaze. 'Of course I can hear you. I'm not deaf' Naric thought to himself before nodding. "Yes I can hear you" he said in a very soft voice not registering his own voice in his ears. The sound was almost foriegn to him. "Uhh...Hi." Immediatly regret washed through him after those words were spoken. 'Who says 'hi' after that?!'

His red cheeks dimmed to light pink as he watched miramo not sure what the other neko was going to do now. He was confused on his sudden change of actions. "Are you bipolar?" Naric asked shifting slightly a little uncomfortable. He had to know if the so he knew what to look for in the future. The next time Miramo punched a wall that would be his que to disapear, instead of sticking around and be pinned againts something just for this to happen again.

At the thought of what happened the blush darkened against his pale cheeks. He couldn't beleive his body would betray him like that. This only complicated things, even more than they had been before.

((Lol, well I'm still only 15, so you got me beat by a few years. But 18's still pretty young for some of the roleplayers I've met.))

Miramo's ears perked up and he let out a sigh of relief when Naric spoke, not really caring about what he'd actually said. 'He's okay...' Even just that was enough for the white neko. If Naric was mad, he could be mad, it was his right after all, but Miramo would never forgive himself if he'd somehow hurt him.

Just as a small smile was about to tug at his lips, Naric asked him if he was bipolar, causing him to bristle slightly. His ears pulled back and his tail lashed in annoyance before he realized he was getting frustrated and forced his fur to lie flat. "I'm--" He sighed, looking completely defeated. "I don't know... I didn't mean to... but my body just kinda moved on his own. I'm not sure what happened." At this point he realized Naric was still under him and he quickly stood up and took a few steps back from the bed, his tail and ears drooping like he was a kid who's just been scolded. 

He bit his lip and looked away, unable to face Naric with the way things were now. "Naric, I'm so sorry." he whispered, digging his nails back into his palms. The action caused him to visibly cringe, but he didn't care. His whole right hand hurt from hitting the wall, but he was trying to ignore it. Whatever pain he was feeling was a fraction of what he deserved for nearly violating the black neko. "Should... should I leave?"

Ooc:// Awwww! The old lady who played the older Rose on Titanic died. DX That's sad. I hate when good actors die.

http://sei-ten.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2z9jgr

( Awsome picture. It reminded me of this story for some reason. Don't know why. I guess it's the black neko because it has no relation at all. >.> )

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Naric sat up as soon as he was free and curled his tail around him keeping his eyes on Miramo. He looked so innocent now and extremly....cute? 'Stop thinking. Just stop' He thought cringing slightly at his own thoughts. He paused not really sure what he wanted at the moment. In a way he did want the white neko to leave, but then again he didn't. Why did things have to be so complicated now?

With a slight hiss at his indecisiveness, he seemed to stand up and walk over to Miramo. His eyes were focused on the white neko digging his own fingernails into his hand. The black neko reached forward and placed his hand on Miramo's that was balled into a fist. "Your okay. Don't beat yourself up about this" he said softly looking up so he could see Miramo's face. "Hey..." Naric called using his free hand to lift his chin trying to make the white neko look at him. "Your body wasn't the only one who betrayed you" he added letting out a soft sigh.

"Please stop hurting yourself. We both have realized by now that's not the answer. You havn't learned from my actions?" he asked pulling his hand back from Miramo's chin and showing him his palm with the small cresent shaped wounds from the previous day. "It doesn't help anything. It may distract you but its painful later."

((Aww, I hate when that happens too. It's always so sad, but nothing can really be done about it.

And I'm sorry, I wish I could see the pic, but I cant right now because my internet won't load anything but Res. I'll check it in school tomorrow.))

Miramo flinched when he heard Naric hiss and kept his head down, tensing his body up as he prepared for the black neko to come over and hit him for his actions. But the blow never came and the white neko was surprised to feel a soft touch on his hand from the other and when the touch went to his chin, he raised his eyes to look at Naric, a confused ex
pression on his face. 'He's not mad?' Miramo wondered, his confusion turning into shock. He'd thought Naric would hate him for sure, but instead the black neko was talking to him in such a kind tone. It made him rather nervous.

He looked down again when Naric let go of his chin, uncurling his fists slowly. His fingers felt somewhat stiff and fresh blood ran down his hands, but other than that, he'd be okay. He knew the marks he'd left would scar but... he blinked when he remembered the mark he'd left on Naric, his gaze quickly flicking up to the spot on the black neko's neck that he'd bitten, grimacing at what he saw. There was no doubt in his mind that the bite would bruise, and the thought of Naric having to look at that mark every day was terrible to the white neko.

Ever so carefully, he brought one of his hands up to brush his fingers along the bite in a tender way. "I'm so sorry..." he whispered, losing count of how many times he said it. It didn't matter to Miramo that Naric was acting as though he'd forgiven him. All that matters was what he'd done. The black neko's reaction was only natural in response to what the white neko did. "How can you forgive me so easily?" he murmured. The question had been meant for his head, but had accidentally slipped out into words. 

Ooc:// Okay that's fine.

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Naric pulled his ears back at Miramo's words knowing good and well he was beating himself up inside. It was only natural to do it after something of that degree. He flinched slightly a little scared of Miramo's touch but as soon as his hand was against the side of his neck, he knew right then and there what he was looking at; the bite mark. 'How did I forget about that?' He asked himself feeling like running to the bathroom to check it out right then and there, but chose not to. He would have plenty of time later to see the damage.

"Stop apologizing to me!" Naric snapped. His voice a little harsher than he had wished. "I didn't say I forgave you, but I want you to stop killing yourself over this. Stop hurting yourself, stop feeling horrible. It happened and there's nothing we can do to change it... Just...Stop." Naric's felt as if he wanted to cry but held his composure. He'd wait to break down later, when Miramo wasn't around. Now was not the time to just turn into a chaotic wreck. "This..." The black neko said grabbing Miramo's wrist  holding it up glancing at the blood. "This has got to stop. This is twice. What I have noticed is when you get upset with yourself or your just frustrated you hurt yourself. I do the same but just stop. Nothing about me is enough to spill your own blood."

Naric backed up releasing Miramo's hand and shook his head. "Please. Go calm down, clean up and just...sleep if you have to" he said taking a deep breath. "I shouldn't have to tell you what to do but at the moment your killing yourself over nothing. If you excuse me, there is blood on my bedroom floor that I must attend to before it stains." It didn't really register to him that the blood wouldn't stain seeing it was fresh but he needed something to occupy his mind before he broke down in front of Miramo. He had promised himself earlier not to show his emotions, not to show how weak he could be and was emotional wise.

Miramo recoiled when Naric snapped at him, quickly pulling his hand away as his ears flattened against his skull in a frightened manner. He'd know the black neko would yell at him eventually, but he hadn't expected it to be so sudden. It was actually rather scary to see him like this, and the white neko couldn't help but yelp when his wrist was grabbed. At this point he was trembling again, unable to say anything. Maybe that was a good thing. Nothing he was doing was helping the situation any and the second Naric finished and "dismissed" him, Miramo fled from the room, not even looking back.

By the time he reached his own room, he was out of breath and tears were stinging his eyes. So much for the calming down part... but at least he could go clean up. He made his way into his bathroom and turned on the sink, grabbing what he needed from the cabinet before running his bloody hands under the warm water. It only took a few minutes for his hands to be clean and free of blood. He turned off the sink, dried his hands, and began applying the disinfectant before wrapping them. His right hand would need to be iced but that could wait a few hours, even if he should be doing it right away. He didn't feel up to going downstairs to get an icepack from the freezer then coming back upstairs. 

With his hands taken care of, the white neko went back into his room and flopped down onto the bed, haphazardly pulling the covers over himself as he nuzzled the side of his cheek into his pillow. He shivered. Even after just one night of sleeping with Naric, an empty bed suddenly felt so lonely.

"He's got such a terrible hold on me..." Miramo murmured out loud, clinging to his pillow. Although he wasn't tired, his body felt exhausted and heavy, making sleep sound like a good idea, and, after a while, he drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep. 

Naric was actually shocked when he heard Miramo yelp when he grabbed his wrist. 'Did I grab him that hard?' The look on the white neko's face played through his mind again. He was scared. Naric pulled his ears back walking to the bathroom and dampening the edge of a towel. As he walked back to the blood on the floor tears slipped down his cheeks silently. "This is not right...I shouldn't be...I'm not supposed to be..." he talked to himself while bending down and scrubbing the blood off the floor.

"I can't. I just can't. He's in charge...He's" His voice sort of left him as he seemed to choke himself on his tears. The red spot disapeared on the floor as he pushed himself to his feet. He placed the towel in the bathroom figuring he'd wash it out later. At the moment he needed to do something. To apologize or somethin to make the silent tears quit. 'You promised' He hissed in his mind reminding himself of the silent vow he had made with himself earlier. "Screw it" he whispered continuing forward in search of the white neko's room.

Naric made his way out of the bedroom looking around a little hesitant to go anywhere. He moved forward down the hall way peeking in random rooms only to find them empty and some of them not even the room he was searching for. "Hadn't he shown me anything?" he whispered finding the door he was looking for. He peeked inside using the back of his hand to dry his tears, before noticing Miramo curled up under the covers fast asleep. A pout found it's way to his face as he spun around, making his way back to his own room. 'Too late' he thought wondernig why it didn't take long for the white neko to crash. Had he not upset him as much as he thought?

His feet seemed to drag as he entered his room a little reluctant to go anywhere near the bed. 'The mark' he thought, quickly making his way to the bathroom and titled his head revealing the side of his neck. His green eyes focused on the spot that Miramo had left, which almost sent him overboard into a panic attack. His breathing increased as his fingers slid over the spot. 'Why?' Naric had asked himself slipping down into a sitting possition on the floor of the bathroom. He was trying to figure out why that one action had felt so damn good and yet so wrong. He played the scene back in his mind causing him to curl up in a ball and let out the tears, trying to focus his breathing. "I'm sorry" he whispered to the air glancing over at the bathtub.

For an unknown reason Naric crawled over and slipped into the porclin tub and curling into a ball inside of it. His tail wrapped around him securly and his ears were pressed against his head. The tears ceased to stop as he let out an irritated groan. 'Sleep is what I need. Just like Miramo. Sleep' Naric focused on his breathing, taking deep calm breaths. With each breath he felt his body try to relax only to tense back up. He couldn't help but to try to sleep but he knew it was the furthest thing from happening at the moment. Instead he just kept quiet letting the silent tears fall and listening to the erie stillness of the house.

((Lol, that should be interesting.)) 

Miramo sat up quickly in his bed, clutching onto the covers as his heart pounded in his ears from the remnants of a nightmare. He bit his lip, forcing his breathing to slow. Horrible, absolutely horrible. He'd forgotten how scared a nightmare could leave you, even when you couldn't remember it. His body was drenched in a cold sweat, making his clothes cling to him uncomfortably. "Ugh..." he muttered, feeling absolutely disgusting. Eventually, he calmed down from his nightmare, but once he had, he remembered that morning's events and tears stung at his eyes. 'I'm such an idiot...' he told himself, slipping out of bed. He really did hate himself for what he'd done, even if Naric told him not to.

'Naric!' Miramo stiffened at the thought of the black neko, wondering how he was doing... or if he was even still here. It was entirely possible he'd just decided to leave; it was certainly a reasonable idea after what had happened but... the white neko seriously hoped he had stayed. He didn't want to go back to being completely alone again. Just the thought of it was terrifying.

With a small sigh, he made his way over to the bathroom, slipping off his clothes and letting them drop to the floor as he turned on the shower. Curiosity about the black neko itched at him, but he wouldn't face him a total mess. Miramo stepped under the shower and tensed as a rush of lukewarm water hit him. He'd forgotten to check the temperature, but a cold shower was probably better for just washing off sweat. After a few minutes of standing under the stream, the white neko turned it off, drying himself off in the shower with a towel before going back into his room.

The cold air hit him and he shivered, quickly rushing over to his dresser and pulling out something warm to wear. It only took him a second to make his choice before he was pulling on the red boxers, similar colored long-sleeved shirt, and black sweat pants. He made sure nothing was on backwards before slipping on his slippers and making his way quietly to Naric's room.

The door was still open, probably from when Miramo had fled a while ago, but when the white neko peered inside, no on was in the bed. Immediately, a wave of panic struck him and he rushed into the room, looking around for the black neko before going into the bathroom. It was unlikely Naric would be in there, but Miramo was very exact and didn't like to leave places unchecked. He looked around, a sudden thought hitting him as he stared at the bathtub, as if he knew Naric was in there. '

Oh god, he didn't!' Miramo thought with a panicked ex
pression on his face. What if... He shook his head. Hell no. No "what ifs"! Hesitantly, he approached the tub, only to let out a sigh of relief to know he was wrong. Naric was in there... but he looked fine. But why was he in the tub in the first place, completely dressed and sleeping for that matter. Miramo shook his head. The reason didn't matter as long as the black neko was safe. With a small yawn, he stretched out on the hard tile beside the tub. Nightmares really didn't give you much rest.

Naric's right ear twitched unconciously feeling the pressences of Miramo. A soft whimper escaped him as he curled up tighter trying to comfort himself. It felt wrong, everything felt so wrong. His mind raced through the events causing him to unconciously let out small whimpers. His tail curled up with itself as his eyes slowly opened, facing the white wall of the tub. Shivers ran down his body as he realized how cold it had been. It was nothing compaired to the warmth he had felt this morning in bed, with Miramo.

His ears perked slighlty wondering if he was awake yet. He still needed to apologize for his harsh words. He didn't feel right snapping at him. Hell it wasn't even his place to snap at him like that. He was here to be the other neko's slave, not boss him around. The small nap had allowed his body to relax for a few minutes and stop his crying. His eyes stung slightly but that couldn't be helped. It had been a while since he cried and just broke down. He needed that. It was hard to keep things bottled up inside him for so long.

With a slight groan he used his hand pushing himself up feeling his body pop and adjust to not being so confined and curled up. "ouch" he whispered to himself wincing as his knees pushed against the hard side of the tub. "Owie" He muttered a little louder hating how it felt to sit up and streach. 'Totally the last time I curl up in a tub' He felt a little lost without something to cling to. He really wanted something to cling to but pushed that feeling aside looking at the bottom of the tub. His ears pressed against his skull hearing his stomach growl. He just realized that he had been without food that day. The mornings events had distracted them both. 'I know! I'll cook. That will be my apology' He thought with a wide grin adjusting himself frowning at a weird tingling sensation in his leg.

'What? It's asleep' A sudden frown fell upon his face as he moved his foot wincing at the weird tingling needle feeling that came evertime he moved it. 'Well there goes that idea...I can't walk on this' He sighed imagining him getting up out of the tub only to fall flat on his face. He had no intentions of hitting the ground so he'd happily wait till the blood rushed back to his leg, waking it up. The black neko was completly oblivious to the white neko sprawled out on the floor near the tub. He had other things on his mind like food and waking his leg up so he could cook the food.

(( Awww...The charrys are so cute~

Sorry for my wierd-ness, but I coulden't resist. May I lurk? ^^ ))

((Lol, thanks, Zozo ^w^ I don't mind you lurking either <3

And Sorry for being so slow, Immortal. D: I'm kinda braindead right now (only have like a paragraph typed up so far and I'm trying to expand it.) I'll hopefully have something later tonight, but I just wanted to tell you I hadn't forgotten about this. ^^; ))

((Is it just me or is Miramo starting to get a bit creepy clingy xD))

Miramo was half asleep by the time Naric began to whimper. He heard the soft noises, but was unable to do anything about them. He was still exhausted and couldn't really push himself off the hard floor even if the black neko would have wanted him too, which he probably didn't. Miramo felt he'd messed up too much for Naric to want his company, or his presence for that matter. Maybe coming in here and laying down had been a bad idea. Oh well, too late to sneak out now. The only question now was if he should speak up, since Naric probably didn't realize he was there, or just wait for the black neko to find him. Both sounded rather awkward at this point.

Yawning silently, he brought his hand up to rub at his eyes, that still rather stung from crying last night. The cold tile floor felt oddly nice against his warm cheek, even if it was painful to the rest of his body. Still, that didn't seem to matter much to his mind because, soon enough, he was finding it difficult to keep his eyes open. His ears and tail drooped slightly, and he tried to rub at his eyes again only to have his arm feel much heavier than before. The white neko let out a slow breath, almost a sigh of annoyance. Being tired was frustrating. Eventually, he just nodded off again.

((-fail- -_-; )) 

Ooc://  Your fine and yes he does seem clingy. It's funny because it's sort of like they switched roles. <3

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Naric managed to wake is leg up and stand up in the tub. He went to step out of the tub but froze seeing Miramo on the bathroom floor. A frown found it's way to his face as he carefully stepped over the sleeping white neko and snuck out of the bathroom trying not to disturb him. 'Well there goes seeing if he's awake' Naric thought shaking his head as he made his way to his bed. He grabbed one of the lighter blankets off of it and carefully snuck back into the bathroom being as quiet as he possibly could. Naric carefully placed the blanket over Miramo making sure he didn't wake him. The last thing he wanted to do was wake him up when he needed the rest. Hell both of them did but since he was hungry, sleep wasn't his thing at the moment.

"Sleep well" He whispered standing up and exiting the bathroom to go find the kitchen. "Hmm. Food. What will last so there are some for Miramo when he wakes?" He asked himself traveling down the hallway still unsure of where things were exactly. This was a large house and he was afraid it would take him hours to find the kitchen. "Oh!" Naric muttered to himself rushing down the hallway and down some stairs remembering the couch he was taken to when he first arrived at the couch. "If I remember correctly...the kitchen is..." Naric glanced around and smirked noticing the cabniets of the kitchen. "Right there" he grinned slipping inside feeling slightly lost.

"This would be easier if I knew how to cook" He sighed flattening his ears immediatly getting to work looking around, trying to memorize where everything was. 'Dishes....Pots....Food...Fruit' In his mind he memorized each cabniet and each item playing it over and over again as he began pulling out a few items to make two sandwiches. One for him and one for Miramo whenever he awoke.

(( I just realized that the only place Naric knows of is the living room, now kitchen, and that hallway where both their rooms are. lol ))

((Lol, yeah. xD And maybe Miramo really is a bit bipolar o_o; ))

Miramo snuggled up with the blanket when it was placed over him, letting out a soft sound in his sleep as he clutched at the light material. In the part of his mind that was only just conscious, he heard Naric's voice, causing his ear to twitch lightly. Suddenly, he felt a lot more comfortable. 

After a little while, Miramo's ear twitched again and he let out a soft groan, rolling over onto his back. Ugh, why am I so stiff? He wondered, trying to stretch out and groaning again with the effort. Now he knew how Naric felt waking up in the bathtub. He sat up, still holding the blanket around him, and looked around. Naric wasn't here. That pretty much meant the black neko had seen him and left. Miramo couldn't help but wonder about Naric's mood. Was he mad to find Miramo there? Annoyed? Or did he just not care one way or the other? The blanket probably meant he wasn't furious, but just because he'd been given a blanket didn't mean Naric wasn't mad.

"Well, only one way to find out," The white neko muttered, trying to stand up. He had to use the side of the tub to get himself up, and his hip and shoulder hurt like crazy. Next time he'd lay on his back. With another small groan, he made his way out of the bathroom and Naric's room and into the hallway, frowning slightly. The black neko could be anywhere, maybe even lost. It crossed his mind that Naric might be hungry--he'd only eaten some fruit yesterday--so perhaps he'd found his way to the kitchen. Still keeping the blanket draped around him, he made his way downstairs and walked rather slowly--thanks to his hip--to the kitchen. When he pushed open the kitchen door, he stifled a yawn before looking around, wondering if Naric was even here.

((Sorry for Timeskipping a bit. There's not much I can do with a sleeping charrie ^^; ))