<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 over to the petite girl after she grabbed his hand, his eyes clearly having issues focusing on her. The young man grit his teeth in annoyance with himself as Alida pouted about something. As Alida tried to search for the correct words to use, Izu reached up to his eyes with his free hand, His thumb and middle finger on either side of his eyes, squeezing a bit. He had hoped the pressure and darkness from his hand would help him recover his focus, but it didn't. With a defeated sigh, Izu lowered his hand and Alida began to speak.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Izu...Izu claim Alida. Alida now Izu's. Alida feel sad; Alida make Izu sad,"</span></span>she said slowly, clearly stumbling over her words.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Alida not want Izu sad. Izu feel Alida. Alida not mean to,"</span></span>she continued.<br/><br/>It sounded like she was saying that because they had sex, that they were now connected in some strange way. The explanation that Alida offered caused Izu to scowl a little, but it wasn't because he was terribly upset or unhappy. His scowl was aimed at himself.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"That would explain the alien-like feelings that kept invading my mind."</span></span>He said more to himself.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Alida sorry,"</span></span>she said softly once more, looking down at her lap.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Izu not want Alida--Alida understand,"</span></span>Alida tried to reassure him, probably trying to convince him that he wasn't being forced into anything. At this point in time, Izu took his hand out of her grasp and crossed his arms and closed his eyes, going deep into thought as best as he could.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Alida fix,"</span></span>she promised once more.<br/><br/>Only a few seconds elapsed before Izu let out an exaggerated sigh of defeat, ruffling his own hair.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"This is just to 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></span>he said with mock irritation, his figure springing up as he got in her face.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Take responsibility for your actions, you still owe me a clock! Not to mention all the damn food you've eaten up till now. You think money just grows on trees? This city is expensive to live in and you've done very little to pay back my kindness, besides sex. I'm not some floozy that will just be happy with getting laid, which I'm totally okay with, ya know?"</span></span><br/><br/>Izu went on like this for a while, his excuses becoming weirder and weirder before he finally just ran out of them. By this time, he was a bit flustered.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"W-what I'm trying to say is, now you have to stay. Like hell I'd just send you away after causing such a rift in my life. You gotta earn the right to leave... And I'm not exactly feeling very generous at the moment, so you're fucked."</span></span>he said, avoiding eye contact as another small tremor ran through his body.