<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/Edits/e09da356-ab51-404b-8e52-abb6f50244c8_zps71c9a237.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Izu</span></span></div><br/><br/>Izu felt pretty good now. Not only had he got to release some pent up rage, but he helped a girl in need. It also didn't hurt that he got to see a nice piece of ass, though the wings sure were strange. Now that he thought about it, he had reacted much calmer to the fact that the girl had wings sprouting from her back than he probably should have. He didn't even question the men to see why they were harming the girl. Maybe she deserved it? Unlikely as the thought was, it didn't matter. The reality was that Izu only helped the girl by chance. What he really wanted from the confrontation was to knock some teeth in, and he might have done just that with his headbutt. God did that hurt, what was he thinking? No one wins with a headbutt...<br/><br/>Izu had failed to notice his nude stalker from being absorbed into his own thoughts. When he did notice her though, it caught the young man by surprise. The strange girl reached out and actually grabbed his wrist! As if out of reflex, Izu spun on his heals and raised the back of his hand to strike her right across the face, but he did not. The young man stopped when he saw the panic in her eyes. In truth, he didn't really feel sorry for her. He had given her his very own shirt after all, and she didn't even put it on. Whatever her reason for not putting it on didn't matter, though he assumed it was because of her hurt wing.<br/><br/>When the girl looked up to him, their eyes met for a few brief moments before Izu raised a brow in an intimidating way, a slight scowl on his lips. Even if she couldn't speak, her eyes screamed for help. This wasn't something Izu wanted to get mixed up with though. The young man just wanted to end his day on a positive note, which was the ass beating. Here this girl was though, helpless and in need and seemingly expecting him to just suddenly transform into prince charming. Izu groaned a bit,<span style="color: #FF0000">"I don't know what you want, but leave me alone. I don't want to help you and I don't want to fuck you, that leaves you no reason to be near me... So fuck off."</span>he said before turning from the girl and heading up to the apartment complex, then up a few flights of shaky stairs on the outside of the building.<br/><br/>Izu couldn't help but look back at the girl standing at the bottom of the stairs, an uneasy feeling in his stomach as she looked around like a lost kitten searching for something. Against his better judgment, Izu signaled for the girl to come to him. If she could understand that and make her own way up the stairs, he would let her inside. Those were his conditions and in truth they were pretty good considering that he just beat down some guys at the drop of a dime. The girl was foolishly trusting though. Izu could have been some crazy murderer who violently rapes his victims in every whole. He wasn't, but how the hell could she know that?<span style="color: #FF0000">"Move it already. Wobble that ass up here and get inside before I change my mind."</span>he said sternly, holding open the door to his shitty apartment. When she was finally inside, Izu shut the door behind her and locked it. He didn't mean it to be intimidating, but it sure could have been. He did it more or less out of habit. The young man didn't exactly live in a good part of the city after all.<br/><br/>Now that the two were inside, Izu took a few moments to glance over her body. His eyes were fixated on her wings, they looked real. Izu made his way over to the girl, standing behind her and reaching out to her left wing which he didn't think was harmed, though could have been. It felt so real, but it couldn't have been. People didn't have wings, yet here in front of him was a girl with wings. Izu continued to look the girl over with curious eyes until the flashing of a clock caught his attention, it was getting late and he hadn't washed up yet.<span style="color: #FF0000">"I'm going to shower, you stay out here. I don't feel like I should need to say that, but for some reason I think I should..."</span>he mention. With that, he walked to his tiny bathroom with his tiny square shower, got naked and stepped in. What the hell was he going to do about this situation...?