Going Home (Kaz)

[Legion]

Patrick felt her body slowly loosen up in his arms. It only took her a few minutes. That was far better then she usually managed. It drew a smile and a content sigh, as his breathing began to slow with hers. He wasn't sure whether it was the booze, or her, but he knew that for once he wasn't afraid to be slipping away. In the back of his mind he knew he should be, especially with the terrifying turn his last dream had taken, but he couldn't pull that memory, that dream out far enough to be too worried about it. And so he slowly slipped of into oblivion. Though since he started sleeping later he hit his dreams a little later then Kazumi's.

His dream, started the same as all the old ones. It was the normal him slaughtering his way down the dock. Not the bizarre dream where he shot and killed both Kazumi and Zea. No, this one was normal, for now. His making his way down the dock, meeting little resistance that did much more then slow him down. But when he rounded the corner, that's where it got interesting. And weird as hell again.

Patrick rounded the corner, he gun raised. Only it wasn't Zea in the chair. It was Kazumi. Patrick stopped. Confused look plastered on his face. Even he knew that this was wrong. This was supposed to be four years ago. He shouldn't have even met Kazumi yet. Patrick looked at her confused, watching as those amethyst eyes cried, Patrick pretty sure he saw the word "why?" mouthed on her lips.

Patrick was too confused to feel bad, just yet, though there was something gut wrenching he was feeling he just couldn't place it yet. He looked to where he should have been, the shooter. But what he saw was not himself, nor was it the man who had actually shot Zea. It was Zea. She was the one dressed in black, she was the one holding the gun, pointing it at Kazumi.

"Zea?" Patrick asked confused, lowering his gun, but at least facing it in her direction. He wasn't so sure he could pull the trigger.

Upon hearing his voice she lowered her gun, turning to face him. Patrick could clearly see crimson draining from her chest. So she was gone, was she? What was the meaning of this? All the questions that Patrick had he couldn't move his lips to make. He could only listen as Zea began to speak, in a tone that was anything but friendly, "You killed me Patrick. I saved your life, and that's how you repaid me? We were both street trash, but you were the worse of either of us. You chose to save yourself when your actions reared their ugly head. And you abandoned me to die. Your actions got me killed."

Patrick wanted to say something, anything, but he found that he couldn't. He couldn't open his mouth to form the words. He couldn't apologize, he couldn't explain, nothing. What he did notice though was X. Mr. X appeared to the left of Kazumi pointing a gun at him. That all knowing, shit eating grin on his face. Condescending grin as he spoke his piece, "You see Patrick, your actions, your past. You never seem to get burned. Everyone else does, just not you. you're an incredibly hard man to kill it would seem."

Patrick growled, drawing another pistol, raising a gun at both Zea and X now. X just chuckled, making nothing of it,"No need to get mad, it was just a compliment. But it is the truth. You always seem to make it out of everything, no matter how desperate the situation, no matter how badly you get banged up. Too bad none of your friends, or what is it you call them? Loved ones? Too bad none of them have ever been so fortunate."

Patrick's thumbs cocked both pistols as he growled again. Both Zea and X drew second pistols and pointed them at Kazumi as they both spoke up in unison, "Do you really think this is going to be any different?"

But before the moment of action could take place, Kazumi screamed. Seemed out of the ordinary, out of the flow of things bu-

Patrick saw Kazumi shooting up, letting out that blood curdling scream that was different from the others. Sounded, more fearful perhaps? Regardless Patrick sat up, wrapping his arms around her, noticing that he was far more sober then when he had last been awake. Yes, he hadn't been imagining it, there was definitely something different about this time. Just like his perhaps? Though his focus was solely on her as he shushed her quietly whispering, "I'm here love. Yer with me."

Though, was that her hand on her stomach? Was she still feeling sick to boot?

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She felt those arms wrap around her and for a split second, as her mind still tried to readjust to where she was, she would tense up....Though when he spoke, she instantly relaxed and would shift about within his arms and burying her face against his neck. Softly she continued to sob, her arms snaked about him, clinging to him as she trembled within his grasp. "He...He...wanted ..." She cut her words short, simply crying a bit harder and shaking her head.

She was so caught up in her fear that she wasn't thinking clearly. Hell, who could really blame her....But lucky for her, her crying stopped her from saying something foolish that she would later regret. Instead she just held to him and continued to keep her face pressed into his neck, scared that if she let him go she would be sucked back into that place.

Every shuddering breath was worse than the last, finding it harder to calm down from this dream than it was any of the others she had recently. Little fingers curled against his back, gripping him as she bit down upon her lower lip and shuddered softly.

The images of that dream continuing to replay in her mind over and over again. That hand, those eyes, the feel of his breath against her neck.........those words. Softly she would whimper and curl her small body into his all the more, a soft, choked sob given as her anxiety continued to increase and she felt her chest tightening.

[Legion]

He felt her tense up at first, still having trouble separating herself from the dream. Patrick knew it wasn't uncommon but he did have the feeling that this time was different. Feeling her bury herself in him Patrick would only pull her closer to him, further into himself as one hand stroked her hair. When she spoke she didn't need to explain who "he" was. Patrick knew it was earth. Where she had been. When she slept she always went to that room at some point, always saw his face, felt him doing, God knows what.

Patrick was curious as to what Earth wanted, knowing that this dream was different then the others, in some way, but he didn't ask as she cried harder into his arms. Only leading Patrick to believe that it was pretty terrible. This suspicion only confirming his theory that this one was worse then the others, judging by her clinging to him tighter then usual, and how she was slower to calm down then she usually was. Patrick frowned, genuinely concerned as to what it was that would get such a reaction from her. He knew it had to be bad, just how bad? Hell his guess wouldn't even be near the mark, even if he tried.

Her terror, pulling his mind of his dream rather easily. Perhaps it was the whole, realizing he had her thing that she had said earlier, maybe it was the fact that her problems meant more to him then his, maybe it was because his nightmare had directly involved what Patrick could only assume would be her demise. Perhaps all of them were correct in some way.

Regardless Patrick would continue to try and comfort her, "Yer here, in our home, in my arms. The man is dead, he can't hurt ye anymore. Yer safe Kazumi, in my arms, in our home."

Redundant? Yes, but he didn't care, he really wanted to drive home the home point. Sure it was her term that he had heard only a few hours ago, but he really liked it...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would listen as he tried to calm her, continuing to repeat that she was here, with him...in their home. It worked, though slowly at first. Her breathing starting to even out just a bit more a she sniffled and struggled to contain her sobs. It took a few minutes, but eventually she would be calm enough to release the grip that she held on him and to pull away, a little sigh escaping her lips as she raised a hand to try and wipe away the tears that now stained her cheeks.

Those amethyst eyes looking up toward his own as she gave a little nod to signify that she was okay, despite the fact that she was still breathing a little shakily and that the images were still rolling around through her mind. Moving her hands to her lap, she would drop her eyes down to them, shaking her head just a bit as she struggled to find the words to actually speak. "Th..This one was...was different."

The stammering making it all too clear that it had really gotten to her, if her crying and her inability to calm down right away had not been enough of a sign. Softly she would brush her fingers along her thigh, her mind seeming to wander, though if it was to the dream or somewhere else was anyone's guess. She had so many things going on in her head these days that it was a miracle she could keep any of it straight at this point.

Softly she bit down her on her lower lip, forcing her eyes upward toward him as she tried her best to force a weak little smile. She knew that he worried about her and she didn't want to make him worry more than he had to....She already felt like she did that enough. "I..I am o..okay...Don't w..worry."

[Legion]

Patrick just held her there in her arms as she calmed down. Her breath stabilizing more, her sobbing lessening. Firmly grasping her, letting her know that he had her in his arms, that she, nor he, were going anywhere. His hand stroking her hair as he wondered what the hell had happened in her dream to make her react this harshly. But eventually she would calm down enough to pull away, still drawing a concerned look from Patrick. He was really worried about her, especially after this dream, wondering what that meant for her and her relationship with Feht. Was that Feht pushing back? Or was it simply trauma that she would just have to learn to live with after what had happened? Patrick didn't know, and he didn't like that.

The nod that she gave him, allowed him a little bit of relief from his worry, though he was still concerned for her. When she forced out those words it was made crystal clear to him that this dream had really gotten to her. Whatever had happened in that dream really had her all shook up. While Patrick was curious to know what that was, he also didn't want to press too hard, or even at all, although she clearly was playing the dream over and over again in her head. Although, he was still rather indecisive.

"Oh?" Patrick asked softly, "Well, it's over now, yer safe."

As she forced her eyes upward to him, giving him that forced smile and telling him not to worry Patrick couldn't help but. This was different and Patrick was worried, worried about what this meant, if anything. Worried about the torment she was under. All the same Patrick smiled softly, his hand raising to brush her hair back and hold her cheek in his hand as he said reassuringly, "It's okay, ye can tell me anything if ye want to. I'm always here for ye love."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She sniffled a bit more, reaching up and softly tucking her hair back behind her ears. Lightly she would try and wipe away the sweat that still remained upon her brow, letting out a little sigh in the process. "U..Usually he ...well he um...he r..rapes me..." She winced slightly and would shift to pull her shirt down over her thighs as she spoke. Even saying it still brought about those fears and those insecurities....All those names he had called her....

Whore....Bitch....Slut....

She closed her eyes and lowered her head, shaking her head softly as she tried to get the sound of his voice to go away...."Bu..But this t...time...he...he wanted something in..instead." Oh yes, her senses had cleared and she knew damn well that she had almost let it slip, that she had almost told him what she wasn't sure was going on. Yeah, it didn't make sense, but that was the point. Her mind didn't make sense anymore, not when it came to this.

"Wh..What if another o..one comes ba...back for me baby? What...i..if they....they won't le...let me go?" She gave a soft whimper and would softly brush her tongue along lips. She knew that Earth was dead, but yeah....that didn't mean that there were not more out there like him. Hell...There was another Dragon here at the school. Sure, he had said he was okay, but was he really? She didn't know...she couldn't ever be sure....

"I...I can't..g..go back th...there...I just c..cant..." She shook her head, feeling a wave of nausea hit her just as the panic started to rise, quickly shooting off the bed and into the bathroom, the door shutting behind her. Though it wasn't hard to tell that she was throwing up, from the sick sounds that escaped from within.

[Legion]

Patrick winced, closing his eyes slightly when he heard her say that. Yeah, he knew that it had happened, that the man who had called himself earth had raped her, but he hated to hear that. To make her relive it even slightly. But at the same time there was still that part of him that had wanted to know what had made this nightmare so much different from the others. Trying to decide whether it was important to know, for her well being, or if it really was just a dream.

Patrick noticed her try and cover her thighs with her shirt after she mentioned the rape, assuming that it had something to do with shame. As she shook her head he was fairly sure she was reliving another painful memory, drawing a frown from Patrick. When she said that this time he wanted something different Patrick paused, the immediate question coming to mind was, whether or not he had raped her this time? And if not, how was this more terrifying? Not that he doubted the possibility he was just rather curious indeed. Although once again there was a strong desire for him not to asked, with much trepidation he did, "What did he want?"

But as he had just gotten the words out she was already starting on her next ones, those fearful questions. The ones pertaining to if the other dragons came around for her. Patrick would frown before answering with absolute certainty, "Kazumi, If anyone comes for ye again, and I can do anything about it, they won't be breathing at the end of the day. And if I can't stop them at that point, you can guarantee that I will find ye. No matter how long it takes, no matter how far I have to travel, I will come and I will find ye."

And she could take the to the bank.

But before she could take that check to cash it she had to take her lunch to the porcelain express, Patrick frowning as she ran off. Following to the closed door he'd wait, unsure why exactly she was throwing up. Sure, it could be a few things, nervousness, it could be he still being sick with what, Patrick didn't know, or it could be the third unknown cause that Patrick didn't know.

Patrick would stand by the door and wait, until the noises ceased before asking, "Kazumi are ye okay?"

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Fuck....

She heard that question, even as she cut him off by asking ones of her own, her nervousness increasing even more. Though once he had answered her, once he had told her that no matter what, he would find her, she didn't have a chance to answer before she felt her last meal trying to make its way up the back of her throat.

Now, in the bathroom, a good five minutes later...she sat in front of the toilet, her head resting upon it slightly as she struggled to catch her breath. The sound of his voice coming from just outside the door. "Y..Yeah..." Calling out to him as she ran her tongue slowly along her lips and pushed herself up to stand.

Once she had, she would run the back of her hand along her chin before moving to the sink and turning on the water....It didn't take her long to wash her mouth out, brush her teeth and then wash her hands....Even managing to splash a bit of water on her face before she would look into the mirror that hung over the sink.

It wasn't very often that she actually looked at herself....In fact, she hated it....but for some reason she felt the need to this time...Her hand running over her stomach slowly as her mind wandered for a moment. She couldn't keep doing this, she couldn't keep pretending that she didn't know....or that she didn't even suspect....No, she was going to have to suck it up and find out...

Though just thinking about that had her stomach doing flips again...yet something else was overriding her sickness...Her hunger. Of course, her mind instantly going to a "What the fuck?!" type thought as she closed her eyes, heaving a rather heavy sigh and then leaning down over the sink, both hands clasping either side of it.

Eventually however, she would straighten up and move to the door, opening it to see him standing there, that all too worried look on his face. "Sorry about that...." She smiled rather weakly, leaning into the door frame as she felt her head starting to spin, one hand coming up to rub her temple....

[Legion]

After a few painful minutes of listening to her vomit, yeah it sucked listening to it no matter who you were, she would finish and call back to him. At that Patrick would sigh, some what relieved that it was over as he waited for her to finish washing up.

As he waited Patrick reminisced on his own dream. Wondering what the hell that had been all about. Now Patrick wasn't particularly religious, but he did believe in a God a heaven and a hell. Why was that coming up you might ask? Well because of his dream. He wondered if the dream had any significant meaning, or if that was just a stupid superstition. Although if there was a meaning, it would seem pretty clear. Leave Kazumi. Now Normally Patrick would have dismissed the dream as a weird coincidence but that wasn't the first time Kazumi had shown up in his dock dream. Then again he could just be dreaming about a whole mess of fears, who knew really?

"Not a problem love," Patrick would say to the open door and her apology, slight smile at hers. Though he had to admit that she didn't look well. Leaning against the door frame, hand on her head, not well at all. So Patrick took a step closer to her, holding out his arm for her to lean on, so he could take her back to the bed. As she would sit down on the bed Patrick would ask, "Do ye want to fill yer stomach again? Blood, a snack of some sort, Blood?"

Truth be told Patrick thought it had been quite a while since last time. But she was sick too, so Patrick wasn't really sure how that was effected, or nor. All that same though he figured that it couldn't hurt to be sure, along with one more, "Ye sure yer okay?"

This was all very strange...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

As he pulled her into his arms she would willingly lean in against him, a little whimper released as she felt him guide her back toward the bed. Once she was there, she would crawl onto it, curling up and laying down as she cast a glance up to him. She could hear the concern in his tone, she could hear the worry and the uncertainty and she hated it. She just couldn't stand the thought of making him feel that way, and Gods knew that she did that enough.

Yet when he asked her if she needed something, repeating the word blood twice, she would nod and look at him almost sheepishly. As much as she hated to admit it, she was starving. It had been awhile since she last fed from him and it was starting to show. Or at least, she thought it was. In her mind, it was why she felt so sick all the time lately, oh sure, she had other suspicions....But the blood thing, well that figured in as well.

Reaching up, her hand trembling just slightly, she would pull him into her, nuzzling her nose softly against his neck just over the mark she had left on him from the times before. "I am fine...I promise..." The words whispered softly against his neck before she would give a soft, feral little growl and sink her teeth deep into that mark, the taste of his blood slowly starting to seep out over her tongue and drawing forth a heated little moan.

One hand would slide upward, fingers lacing their way through the hair at the back of his head, pulling him deeper against her, the other hand moving to slowly trail along his back, holding onto him. She couldn't deny that the taste of his blood was amazing right now, well...anytime really...but with her hunger at the point that it was, she was barely managing to contain herself...tongue slowly but surely lapping at the wound, drawing more of that blood into her mouth before her lips would wrap about it, sucking softly and hungrily.

[Legion]

Yeah, she needed the blood. That sheepish little smile confirming it. Patrick couldn't help but smile softly at that, finding it to be cute in its own way. Even though she wasn't feeling well he couldn't help but think about how beautiful she was. Patrick would then be pulled in by her, her nose nuzzling and running over the mark that she had left on him, her words of assurance her warm breath whispered on his neck as Patrick gave a soft smile replying, allowing himself to trust in her judgement, "Okay, love. What ever ye need I'm here for you."

Patrick would grin a little at the feral little growl she gave, finding it just as attractive as always. He didn't really know why, maybe it was the idea of her fiesty side, wild side coming out that made her seem so attractive in those moments. He honestly didn't know, but he liked it, no that wasn't quite right, loved it. He hissed as she bit into the flesh of his neck, giving a little sigh at her moan as she began to taste his blood.

As her hands wrapped around him, her hand curling around his head, feeling her fingers in his hair and that one hand around his back, pulling him into her, he would do the same. His hand sliding in her soft hair and other curling up in her back, in between her shoulders, pulling her deeper into his neck. Sighing again as she lapped up the blood flowing from his neck, tongue caressing and giving comfort to the wound as she lapped up the blood...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She was starving, as if her actions didn't show as much. Sucking just a bit harder upon that wound to draw forth more blood she would trembles lightly. As his fingers laced through her hair, she gave another heated, soft moan. There was no way to describe how amazing that felt, and as she ran her tongue against the flow of blood her fingers on his back would take up that usual tracing of those wings that had long since been etched into his back. She loved the rough texture of those scars against the delicate, silken caress of her fingertips, loved how it reminded her that no matter what was going on in her head, that it was him she was with. That it was him that she had pressed atop her body, his blood she drank and his breath she could feel against her flesh.

Yes, she loved his scars, every last one of them, her affectionate manner of tracing them, committing them to memory. By this point she could tell you every detail, every single line. A thought that made her smile every time she thought about it.

Only once she had finally gotten enough would she pull back, a light, gentle pant expressed as she slowly traced her tongue along those crimson stained lips and shifted just a bit to lay back onto the bed. Softly her fingers would continue to brush through his hair, those blue eyes, flecked with tiny hints of crimson looking up into his as she gave a soft smile. "Thank you baby..." Her tone a bit lazy, as was common after she had drank that much, though she at least was starting to look a little better.

Slowly her hand would travel around from the back of his head, small finger lightly tracing along the scar which crossed over his eye, affectionate and loving as always. Though once she was done, she would slowly nudge him down and into a soft yet passionate kiss, her tongue lightly tracing along his lips before pushing deeper, intensifying the kiss just a bit more.

[Legion]

Patrick loved the reaction that he could get from her, simply by running his hand through her hair. It only caused him to do it more, want to feel her locks of hair in his fingers more often. Not just out of the pleasure of doing it, but for the reaction as well. Was that what the whole, being an attentive lover thing was about? No, it was probably for the reaction that Patrick got because he found that pleasurable. Even if it was pleasurable to her, it was essentially selfish because there was no real selfless action. But, that was really besides the point. I mean really? Who argued philosophy of altruism at a time like this. Back to the fun stuff though.

Patrick sighed as he felt her fingers on the scars on his back, tracing every line she could. Her small fingers like silk as they traced the patterns already carved into his back. As she sucked and lapped harder at the blood flowing from his neck he nuzzled into hers, kissing her flesh softly, and affectionately. His lips tracing his mark on her neck. Admittedly he wasn't as into the whole hard biting and blood thing that she was, but over the past few months he was definitely warming up to it. No, he loved that she had a mark on her neck for the world to see. To see that she belonged to him, just as much as the scar on his neck told the world. Sure, the world might see them as some sort of deviants for that shit, but Patrick really didn't care, nor did he think that she did. Yeah, he would never drink her blood, nor find as much pleasure in making the marks as she would but he loved it all the same.

Though this time he wouldn't bite. Only because he knew she wasn't feeling well. To him, this wasn't them about to make love, though admittedly that usually happened after she drank. To Patrick they were just fulfilling a bodily need to her now though. When she pulled back Patrick couldn't help but give her a grin as she licked up the blood on her lips. Now that was attractive, only growing on him more as he spent more time doing this kind of thing. She thanked him and Patrick could only smile back, softly at her, "My pleasure"

Really, it was.

Patrick felt as her hand traveled around from his face, finger running down his scar as he closed his eye, smiling at the touch as always. And that was before pulling him into that kiss, soft, but passion rising up quickly. Feeling her tongue on his lips he felt the warmth coming not only from her but from his own blood, making his desire rise. As her tongue pushed past his lips he would taste her, and himself, his tongue moving to push past her lips into her mouth. And while he was actively participating in this kiss, he was still giving her control of this whole escapade, solely because only a few minutes before she was in the bathing puking her guts out...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Yes well, the blood had a strange effect on her, something he should have learned well over the past few months. She couldn't have just blood, there had to be more, her mind and her body demanded it. It wasn't as bad as before, but it was still there no matter what.

As he returned the kiss, she felt that slight shift that showed her was still allowing her to run this show, a little purr given into the kiss. Slowly her hands would slide down to his chest, and then with a firm little push, roll him onto his back, breaking the kiss in the process as she crawled atop him. Thighs parting to straddle him, she would look down at him with those blue and crimson eyes, softly nibbling her lower lip as she traced her fingers slowly along the scars across his chest one after the other, gentle as always.

Tilting her head to one side, her hair spilled freely down over her shoulder on one side, the opposite side of her neck exposed, that scar clearly showing. Did she mind it? No, not at all. She loved that scar that rested upon the side of her neck, and she was more than proud of the fact that it was there for everyone to see. The others, the one that was left from having her throat slit, she hated...but that one, well she never once thought badly about it.

A little grin curling onto her lips, she would lean down, lips brushing along his chest slowly and steadily, a soft nip given here or there. Every now and then, she would kiss along his scars, tongue slowly grazing them from time to time. All the while, she was working her way up, moving up until she could nuzzle into his neck, a deep breath taken of his scent as she slowly rocked her hips down onto him, teasing him just a bit. A soft little purr against his ear as her lips slowly brushed against it. "I love you baby..."

Little hands slowly caressing his sides now. She may have felt run down, but honestly, she just couldn't fight that connection in her brain between blood.....his blood...and the physical aspect of being with him. No matter how much she tried.

[Legion]

Oh, yes, Patrick knew the effect that blood on her. Better then anyone, perhaps. But there was that lingering question of whether or not she was going to override that having been sick and not feeling one hundred percent. It had happened once before, so Patrick seceded control over to her just to be sure. Not that he minded her having control every now and again, letting her take over putting her own pace on things, letting her assertive, somewhat more aggressive side coming out, in fact he enjoyed that just as much. That always made for interesting evenings, to say the least.

Patrick felt her hands sliding down his chest before she gave him a little push, breaking the kiss and rolling him on his back. Grinning at her as she climbed atop him, straddling him, with that crimson in her eyes. Now that was something that Patrick loved. Her eyes. Entrancing really, there was no color that wasn't, and the fact that they changed colors, mixed and matched, showing her mood, not that was unique. Though admittedly he had seen other interesting eyes, hers topped the list at his favorite. Watching her, waiting in anticipation as she traced his scars with her fingertips, making him actually glad that he had them adding another unique level to their physical relationship.

As she tilted her head, hair falling to expose his mark on her Patrick's hand rose up to trace it with a single finger, a grin on his face. Circling the mark as she leaned down to kiss her way up his chest, tongue tracing his scars every now and again drawing a pleasured inhale as she made her way to his neck. His hands sliding down her sides over her shirt as she made her way up, fingers wrapping around the corners of the shirt. As she rocked her hips into his whispering into his ear Patrick would grin, desire clear in his eyes as he pulled her shirt up over her head, tossing it aside.

"And I love ye," Patrick said, affection laced in his tone that had a rising tone of lust ever since her tease, rocking his hips up into hers, before grabbing her shoulders. Pulling her into him as his teeth bit into her neck on his mark just hard enough to draw blood, kissing her wound passionately as blood began to flow. His intent very clear as he would turn his head to grin at her, blood staining his lips, hurry up...