<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://s300.photobucket.com/user/SociallyToxicBeauty/media/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #408000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alida</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>Izu was quiet as he pulled away from her, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. She supposed he was having a difficult time focusing, if his actions were any indication--but it still stung just a little when he pulled away.<span style="color: #408000">"Alida fix..."</span>she promised softly.<br/><br/>Izu didn't speak for a few seconds and then gave a sigh, messing up his hair as he began to speak,<span style="color: #BF0000">"This is just too damn complicated. I stay away from people because of shit like this. Now I'm going crazy and have no friggin' clue how to keep my sanity in check."</span>He seemed to be irritated, but Alida had started to realize as time went by with Izu when he was legitimately irritated with her and when he was just putting up a front.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Izu was in her face and Alida jumped back into surprise, sinking into the cushions. Fear gripped her suddenly at the reminder of the couch monster and she scrambled to get from in between the cushions.<span style="color: #BF0000">"Take responsibility for you actions, you still owe me a clock! Not to mention...I'm no some floozy..."</span>Izu trailed in and out of words and Alida choked back her fear of the couch as it swallowed her small figure.<span style="color: #BF0000">"W-what I'm trying to say is, now you have to stay..."</span>Izu said as he avoided eye contact. Alida paused in her efforts to remove herself from the couch's evil clutches, her suddenly limp form sinking just a tiny bit more.<br/><br/><span style="color: #408000">"A-Alida stay?!" </span>she asked mystified. Izu's words somehow brought her the ability to escape the couch finally and she launched herself into his arms, doing her best to quell her emotions. Her arms wrapped around his neck and Izu had no choice but to catch her form as he stumbled back a step or two. Her lips were on his without thought--a kiss of happiness, of gratefulness. She didn't know what all Izu had said during his rambling, but she was very happy to know he wanted her to stick around. She was certain she would have never been able to move on, even if the connection let her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #408000">"Izu want Alida?" </span>she asked as she pulled away some to look into his eyes with her own hopeful ones. It was a question that seemed to come up often--each time meaning something else. This time, however, she just wanted to know if Izu was accepting their connection or not. She didn't expect love, nor was she sure that she loved Izu, but she did favor him over any other man she had met and she didn't want anyone else.