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</div></div><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Sometimes the truth hurt, and when it did, Kais didn't want to be anywhere in the vicinity when the impact was felt.  It was probably better for him to step away after clarifying what his role was as far as Isaiah was concerned. Isaiah was of course not mincing any words when he said that he didn't need divine intervention or offers of protection from on high, and it left him feeling like he received a heavy bitch slap across the face in return. Yet, at the exact same time, Isaiah desired his closeness, and all the good things that came along with spending time with him.<br/>
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<i>That included the rough and tumble sex that Kais was known for.</i><br/>
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Kais stepped slowly into the shower, turning the water on high and letting it beat over his head in steamy rivulets. Closing his eyes to the water as the heat soaked into his skin, Kais leaned against the cool tiles as his weak legs threatened to buckle. He let the warm water pound his golden ash blonde hair down flat against his vessel's skull,  while closing his blue eyes shut as he was overcome by the blissful sensation the heated water made over his bare flesh. The water poured down in rivulets over his back and shoulders, as his mind faded into dullness and everything that he'd experienced became just a foggy illusion.<br/>
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While it was true that there were millions of needy humans in need of divine intervention, if Isaiah wanted to call it that, the door to his angelic prison had swung open with no explanation and here he was. Kais was only doing what he felt was right, what he was created to do. Whether some of his modalities were deemed inappropriate by others or it passed muster by those observing him from afar,  he wasn't paying close attention nor did he give a fuck. He had an agenda to keep, and being a creature of habit he would follow Isaiah whether he wanted his presence or not.<i> What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, would it?</i><br/>
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<i>Or so he thought.</i><br/>
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Isaiah had prepared breakfast with the box of powder and water, and there was a stack of circular discs on his plate when he returned to the kitchen, his wet hair expertly coiffed and fully dressed for the day in a matching linen jacket and slacks, long sleeve henley underneath the jacket. Kais never liked socks, so he just went without and had some lace-up oxfords on. He made Miami Vice look cool, all he needed was a pair of aviator sunglasses on, but since he was indoors there was no reason to take them out of his jacket pocket. Needless to say, he looked handsome and dapper like he just came off a fashion runway in Paris.<br/>
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All Kais could do was admire Isaiah's naked ass as he sat down at the counter island, but he did say,<i> "Takk. </i><b>These circular discs are called what again?"</b> he asked curiously as he gazed down at the puffy pancakes on his plate, obviously not used to the experience of breakfast.<br/>
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His vessel was dictating to him that it needed sustenance, so Kais began cutting the pancakes up into pieces like he saw Isaiah do. When Isaiah poured some brownish fluid from a dispenser onto the top of the circular discs on the plate, he did so as well. His lips lifted in a pleasurable curve after taking a bite of the pancakes, then another and another. It was apparent that Kais liked the sweet taste of the maple syrup and the cooked batter, as he devoured the entire stack of pancakes like a vacuum cleaner.<br/>
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<b>"Mmm, I like them.</b><i> Svært velsmakende.</i><b> You know,</b> <i>elskling</i>, <b>I've been thinking about what you said earlier. You are right. You're quite busy with your life, and it is very likely that you feel my presence here is a bit of an intrusion. Since I have many responsibilities to take care of, that's what I'll be doing while you are busy utilizing your free will to make choices on your own, good or bad. Of course, should you need me, feel free to let me know. Hopefully, I'm not busy at the time you call."</b><br/>
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Kais didn't find his reply glib in the least. A smile came to his lips, even though it pained him to do so. <b>"Again, thank you for the fellowship. As for your apartment in the slums, it is protected by sigils, and the others cannot break through the wall. You will be safe during my absence, I assume. Now, if you'll excuse me, its time to take my leave. I appreciate your hospitality, Isaiah."</b><br/>
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Kais wanted to kiss him again before he left, but that too, wounded Kais' heart. He knew that he wouldn't leave Isaiah alone if he did.  Kissing Isaiah would result in never leaving the condo because Kais knew he would want to fuck his brains out until Isaiah couldn't walk straight. Kais blipped completely off the radar without the kiss, vanishing completely in front of Isaiah. Kais left the scent of fresh roses in his wake, a pleasant reminder of his presence there in the kitchen.<br/>
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Maybe his not being around would show Isaiah that he did need him. Even though Isaiah wasn't aware of it, his words challenged Kais to work harder to avoid failing this time around. The Grigori was stubborn and had a huge ego to boot. It caused him to accept the challenge but that turned out to be harder for Kais to convince himself that it was the right thing to do.  Kais felt that on one hand, keeping his distance would help Isaiah, who was supposed to make his own choices and experience the outcomes of those choices whether they were beneficial to him or not.<br/>
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On the other hand, Kais wanted to watch and protect him from harmful outcomes.<i> He was torn.</i><br/>
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</span></span>​</div><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">During the time Kais was attempting to create some distance between himself and Isaiah, he tried to concentrate on other humans on his list that might need more watching than they realized. He followed a thirty-one year old man, named Micah, from Starbuck's to the Body Shop store in the shopping mall where he was an assistant manager. Kais curiously inspected the cellophane wrapped body butters, soaps, shower gels and candles, wondering whether Isaiah found items like this appealing.<br/>
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All around him, the shopping mall had architecture that schools and hospitals could only dream of. The ceiling was domed higher than any cathedral he'd ever seen and made of the most beautiful glass. The walkways flowed like tributaries packed with rivers of people. There were other stores, with clothing and novelties meant to be discovered. The food court above them smelled like heaven in a hand-basket and the floor shone like the surface of a lake at sunrise.<br/>
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There was soft background music to soothe the harried humans, its gentle flowing notes meant to help remove the shopper's worries. In a world so chaotic, there was order in the quiet areas of the mall. In a world of pollution and desecration it was clean perfection in bubble-wrap. Kais wandered about, remaining invisible and undetected while Micah performed transactions behind the cash register. Kais thought of breaking his silence and revealing himself, but thought it would look strange to hang out all day long in the humans place of business.<br/>
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On Friday, when the work week came to an end, there was an unexpected surprise. Micah had a little girl, named Emma. The pig-tailed, five year old whirlwind came with suitcase in hand to visit her dad for the weekend because Micah shared joint custody of his daughter with his ex-wife, Sandy. Kais remained totally incognito until the little girl giggled and waved at him. She had been playing with her Dad on the patio with some super soakers, since it was hot outside.<br/>
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<b>"You can see me</b><i><b>, </b>liten jente?" </i>asked Kais.<br/>
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"Yes you silly. I can see you! Please play with me?" Emma canted her head as she looked at him. With a childish squint, she asked, "What's your name?"<br/>
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"Kais." he answered, "<i>Ja</i>. <b>But I don't have a weapon that shoots water out of it like you do."</b><br/>
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"Let's play, Kase. I'll get Daddy's, he won't mind!" Emma grinned, dashing off to grab her dad's super soaker while mispronouncing his name.<br/>
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Once she brought the weapon over to him, he seemed confused to how it operated. So Emma showed him. When he squeezed the trigger, water shot out of the end in a 20 foot stream. <b>"Oh, I see!"</b><br/>
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Emma squirted Kais first, and it was game on. They chased each other around the patio and laughed as they got wet.<br/>
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<i>Children. So much fun. Too bad they grew up to be total dicks.</i><br/>
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</span></span>​</div><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">After Emma returned home, Kais followed and watched other humans only to find out that their lives were actually pretty dull in comparison to Isaiah's. One day passed then another day, until he reached four days without checking in on Isaiah. He couldn't believe just how much he missed him, when he passed a local iHop and looked through the walls and windows as humans consumed their meals. The people inside were having conversations,  gazing at glossy pictures of food in books at their tables, choosing what they wanted to eat.<br/>
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That was something pretty amazing to Kais, as he stared longingly at the breakfast, lunch and dinner decor which included the circular discs Isaiah made for him the morning he left his apartment. Lonely, he really missed Isaiah now. So Kais slipped a little bit since he was unable to  leave Isaiah completely alone, even though his goal was to stay as far away from Isaiah as possible. Kais stuck to his objective for four whole days without yielding to his desires of peeking in to check on Isaiah.<br/>
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He watched Isaiah while he was  asleep, and when that wasn't good enough he manufactured some steamy dreams for Isaiah to experience and revisit to give him the impression that Kais was in bed with him, pleasuring him. Dream crafting was one of Kais' gifts, after all. Even mental contact wasn't good enough for Kais, but he once again tried to keep his distance from him. Kais longed to really be there in his human lover's arms. He craved Isaiah.<br/>
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Another Friday had come, and Emma had returned for a visit with her father. Micah was watching a movie in the living room, and Emma was lying in her bed wide awake. It was way past her bedtime and she was talking aloud to her dolly, Maggie, its one eye covered by a Hello Kitty band-aid. Emma had a matching bandage over one brown eye because she'd taken a tumble down the cellar stairs that afternoon. When Kais popped into her room, she sat up excitedly and patted the side of the full sized bed to signal that she wanted him to sit there.<br/>
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When Kais sat down beside her, he caught the sight of the black and blue bruise on her face that the band-aid didn't cover and he exclaimed,<i> "Stakkars lille ande,</i><b> Emma!"</b><br/>
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"You talk funny, Kase. See my band-aid. I have an owie." Emma said matter of factly, showing off her bandaid.<br/>
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"<b>Here,</b><i> kjæreste</i>. <b>Let me fix that for you. Your face is too pretty for nasty bruises."</b> Kais uttered, smiling.<br/>
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Emma went completely still, less her dimpled hand briefly squeezing Kais' large fingers as he touched her forehead. Light emanated from his fingertips. It was a tiny fraction of energy, no brighter than the Cinderella nightlight in her bedroom wall. It traveled through the child's flesh, and knitted together the broken blood vessels and reduced the swelling to nothing. He also allowed her to sleep, by Kais willing her body to rest. He was stroking the fine baby hairs on her brow,  smiling down at her innocent sleeping face, all healed and beautiful.<br/>
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It was then that something jarred his concentration away from Emma and caused him to leave her side immediately.<br/>
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<i>Isaiah.</i><br/>
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Kais wound up materializing in a bar, and as he looked around him all he could see was chaos. There were two humans with guns, shooting at each other. Some humans were beyond his help, some running and ducking for cover amidst the pools of spilled blood. The link between Isaiah and himself was dimming, and his gaze swept over two men firing the gun. One of them was friend, the other a foe. A shot rang out from one man's gun, impacting the other by taking out his shoulder and leaving a gaping wound where his collarbone was. He was bleeding badly.<br/>
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"Who the fuck are<i> you?"</i> Kais heard, dragging the bleeding man behind the a nearby sofa, where he found Isaiah mortally wounded.<br/>
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<b>"Oh no. Oh no,</b> <i>kjæreste!" </i>Kais cursed. He had to save them both before they bled to death.<br/>
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<i>"I'm talking to you motherfucker. What are you? Deaf?" </i>the assailant that had fired shots at Isaiah and Kamil, was cursing at Kais and his gun was aimed at the Grigori's head.<br/>
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Not that Kais would bother answering a criminal, which pissed the guy off. Kais turned his blonde head to look as the gun went off, and suddenly the activity in the whole room ...<br/>
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<i>just...</i><br/>
<i>    slowed....</i><br/>
<i>          down....</i><br/>
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Kais' hand rose up in the air, and the bullet meant for his head stopped in forward momentum while in mid air, dropping onto the floor with a soft clinking noise.<br/>
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<i>It was a fatal mistake on the human's part.</i><br/>
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Kais placed a layer of healing over the two men, touching both at the point of impact with the bullet to heal them at the biokinetic level, making new blood, bone and muscle cells that would knit together over the holes in Kamil's shoulder and Isaiah's thigh. When Kais stood up, his blue eyes were an electric maelstrom of energy, a super cyclonic force directed toward the gun-wielding man. Any chance of avoiding what was to happen next would be impossible. In that second it took to lock his gaze with Kais, to speak or think, the force caused the gunman burst into a cloud of ash that filled the bar with tiny fragments of dust and bone.<br/>
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Kais smote him, and the human ceased to exist in that very moment.<br/>
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With no more time to spare wiping the memories of his presence in the bar from the humans there, he picked up his injured lover, clutching Isaiah's semiconscious body to his chest. It would be hard for the witnesses to describe exactly what happened in the bar, and it would take some time for authorities to sort it out. Since Kais needed to fully heal Isaiah, he instantly de-materialized, vanishing in front of shocked witnesses. Transporting them back to Isaiah's apartment, he laid Isaiah on his bed. Was it sweat that poured like rain from Kais' face upon Isaiah's limp body?<br/>
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No, it was his tears.<br/>
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His love would be enough to heal Isaiah, and that would be apparent when his human lover was able to open his eyes again.</span></span>