<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 sat up from his spot, saying something softly. He then stood, making his way over to her. She had stood still as he came over, but flinched lightly when he reached for her. He pulled back and hesitated, then reached out to take the clock from her instead. He shook the item for a second and he set it down. He didn't seemed satisfied, but rather just accepting that she had tried.<br/><br/>He reached out for her again, though this time she resisted the urge to shy away from him. His hand found its way to her butt, guiding her into his room. She went with him easily enough, but then he left her again to go into the other room. She tilted her head some, watching him through the door as he began to put a blanket on the couch. He came back, then pointed to the area as he laid his head on his hands, closing his eyes and making odd growling noises. Her eyes went wide as she thought he was telling her that the couch would eat and kill her.<br/><br/>He then lifted his head and turned away to put blankets onto his bed and turn out the lights. When they went out, she heard him shuffling around and could see the shadow of him as he laid back in his rectangle. She stood in terror as she was afraid of the dark and now of the monster he warned her about. She stumbled her way over to his bed, nearly falling over the bottles he had sprawled everywhere. Still, she somehow managed to make it safely.<br/><br/>She crawled under the covers and laid down next to him, her form still shivering. She gave a small whimper as her hand searched for him, worried when she didn't immediately find him. Eventually she did, though, and snuggled as close as she could to him, laying her head on his shoulder.<span style="color: #408000">"Zu'u los zofaas..." </span>she whispered into the dark. She had told him that she was scared. Though she knew he didn't understand her, she couldn't help but whisper the words to him. Maybe he would feel her desperation, maybe he would realize that she was terrified of the new world she was suddenly in, that she didn't know how she ended up there any better than he did.<br/><span style="color: #408000"><br/>"Zu'u nunon laan wah bo hofkiin...."</span>her voice trailed some as her eyes began to flutter, exhaustion hitting her all at once. Home. That's what she wanted. She just wanted to go home. But the last she had seen of it was fire before all had gone black and she woke in the strange concrete jungle with cruel men and a moody one.