<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/izuuuzuzuu_zps5e4b48941_zps6b1bd09c.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Izu looked into the petite girl's eyes with a frantic, pleading gaze. The young man couldn't seem to focus on Alida for long though, his eyes darting anywhere and everywhere. It was his way of retreating into himself, again.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Izu! Izu okay. Izu not crazy,"</span></span>she assured him, pulling him into a hug. Izu didn't seem to react much to the embrace though, but instead just continued to shake violently as he brought his hands to his ears, closing his eyes as tightly as he possibly could.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Izu feel Alida,"</span></span>she said, but words were just wasted on Izu in his current condition. He heard her, but couldn't distinguish her voice from the others in his head.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Alida feel sad. Make Izu sad,"</span></span>she tried to clarify.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Alida sorry. Alida not know,"</span></span>by now, she had managed to bring her emotions down--though it didn't make much of a difference. If it wasn't an intense feeling, Izu wouldn't pick it up. It seemed he could only pick up on the more intense feelings, while smaller, less demanding, emotions were just lost in the transfer.<br/><br/>Despite everything though, Izu was desperately still trying to get a hold of all the emotions that blew like a hurricane in his head. The mix of everything made his head feel like it would explode any minuet, causing Izu to cry out slightly in agony as he clutched his head again.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Alida fix. Alida fix,"</span></span>she promised as she pulled away some to wipe Izu's tears, but once again, her words were meaningless to the panicked young man. The only thing that would calm him down immediately would have been a tranquilizer, and he didn't really carry those around on a regular basis. Gently lifting his wounded hand, she looked at it with a small frown.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Izu hurt..."</span></span>Alida said softly as she looked back up at Izu's face. He met her gaze with an all to familiar hysterical look though, his eyes both dilated differently from the each other.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Alida sorry. Alida not know. Izu make Alida his--Alida not know Izu feel,"</span></span>she said as she pulled him towards her once more into a hug, gently rocking him as one hand let its fingers softly run through his hair, while the other hand rubbed his back in soothing circles.<br/><br/>It was at that point that Izu began to settle down a little bit, but he was far from being back to normal. He was still taking quick, shallow, breaths and couldn't seem to focus on her words very much. They were seeming to register now though, which was good. While he couldn't make out the calming feeling that Alida was trying to pass along to him, the lack of other new emotions had given him just a long enough break to regain some of his composure.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Izu okay. Izu not crazy,"</span></span>she whispered, a hand stoking his head.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Alida sorry. Alida sorry..."</span></span>she repeated, kissing the top of Izu's head. As if out of instinct, Izu embraced the petite girl and pulled her into his form.<br/><br/>The embrace was short lived though as Alida carefully stood up, assisting Izu up to his feet. While he was still a bit hysterical, the young man was much less so now that Alida had started to attend to his broken mind. He followed her into the bathroom, stumbling a bit as a leg muscle spasmed on the way out of the bedroom. The spasm nearly caused him to fall, but he clutched at the girl to keep himself up. Izu was growing increasingly more and more aware of himself now and knew that he was probably causing the girl a bit of pain, but he couldn't shake the ever persistent<span style="font-style: italic">fear</span>of what could happen, provided the voices and emotions returned.<br/><br/>Izu cringed a bit as his hand was put under a stream of cool water, the poorly draining pool of water turning red in the sink. As if someone hit the fast forward button, but left Izu in slow motion, he watched Alida race around the bathroom and take care of his wound. His gaze met her own as she asked him how he had hurt himself, but didn't answer. Izu just stared the girl in the eyes for a while before closing them tightly and giving his head a shake to try and clear his thoughts.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"I punched a wall... I think."</span></span>he said, finally speaking to her again. His tone carried hints of confusion, as if he didn't really understand what had happened until now. His eyes opened slowly again, as if he had just woken up from a long slumber. His mind, while not fully clear, was now his own. While he was still in control of his own emotions, he quickly reached out to the girl and pulled her in, kissing her on the lips. It wasn't a sexual kiss this time though, but instead it carried a different feeling. It was the kind of kiss you gave someone you loved after they basically just saved your life, however that feels.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Thank you,"</span></span>whispered Izu as he pulled away and reopened his eyes. Had it not been for Alida being as quick on the pickup as she was, the young man might have done something drastic to end the pain. He was very lucky this time, and now he wanted to know what was going on in his head now that he was fairly sane.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Try and explain this to me again, Alida."</span></span>he started,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"But tell me in the living room."</span></span>he finished before leaving the bathroom with the assistance of Alida. Every once in a while, a full body tremor would run its coarse from his head to his toes, but he seemed to be doing his best to fight them.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"You said, I'm feeling you now? I don't think I really understand."</span></span>Izu admitted as he carefully sat down on the sofa. He felt strangely alone in the short bit of time that Alida wasn't sitting with him, or rather right next to him. Luckily, she didn't seem to be out of her protection mode, so she seemed to be able to pick up on Izu and his reluctant sense of loneliness.<br/><br/>It was strange, things like that had never bothered him before. He actually considered people an annoyance before Alida became a sudden part of his life. He tried to wrap his head around why that could be, but nothing really came to mind except for the bit and pieces he recalled Alida saying as he was going through his hysterical fit. A slight groan of annoyance left his lips as he cleared away some of his own tears from his face.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Now ain't that fucking embarrassing as hell..."</span></span>he said to himself, ashamed to have freaked out as he had.