Flowers and Cages [tag: Toru]

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s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Jiro licked his lips and looked around, took notice of his surroundings, and then dipped closer to the ground. It was normal outside, where he was in the forest. The sun was bright, the skies were clear, the air was cool for once. There was no sense of danger, no need for him to run and hide... over all, a relatively decent day that could have churned out plenty of peaceful moments. But Jiro knew better - the calm never lasted, and the fact that it was lingering now meant only one thing: the shoe was going to drop, hard and fast, soon. He wrinkled his nose and glanced over his left shoulder, half-expecting someone (or in this case, something) to be standing behind him. He snorted when he saw nothing but greenery and trees, and shook his head as he resumed his hawk like stare on the abandoned encampment he was watching. Perhaps, just this once, he could consider it a blessing that he was encountering nothing. But it was difficult to do so when he was either stuck in his car, or in this case, lurking around in the forest, waiting for a mutant to show up. And for once, he hoped one would show up to retrieve belongings left behind. It would break up the monotony of the moment, and give him something else to watch (there was only so much of bug watching one could tolerate). Not that he would ever approach said mutant, should one indeed show up. He never did, or never tried to on purpose. It had only happened once before, and the encounter had been enough to keep him at an even greater distance than he normally employed. With nothing to do but wait, he tipped back on his heels and rocked himself. With a sigh, he pulled off the hat that kept his hair from his face and ran his fingers through the thick, brown strands. This was insane, all of it, and nothing had been the same since that fat baka had waltzed into the gym. Jiro had been stupid enough to say yes to the man's offer, and unable to say no to it or the money given to him. Now he wished he would have had the balls to put his foot down, or at the very least, make a few terms and conditions of his own. Because he wasn't a killer, he couldn't imagine jabbing someone through the heart, mutant or otherwise, and bringing them to someone who could... no. No to the no to the hell no. It just wasn't in him. He liked to box, sure, he enjoyed a good fight on tv. Heck, he'd once held season passes to sumo matches. But a trained killer? He shivered at the thought, pinched the bridge of his nose, and tried to chase away the thoughts at the edge of his mind. He was a good man, he knew it. But to the mutants... A screech suddenly pierced the air, breaking Jiro of his thoughts and startling him to the ground. It wasn't far, if he was any judge of distance, and it was familiar. Very familiar. It wasn't a bird, not a normal one at least, and once he realized just who it was exactly, he nearly swallowed his tongue. The last time he'd encountered the owner of that screech he'd walked away with a few bruised ribs and a severely beaten ego. "Oh God not him. Nottttt himmmm." But the prickle of skin on his neck, the feel of bumps rising on his flesh, told him to stop and run. He scrambled to his feet and booked it, knowing by the time he reached the area he stopped in that he was going in the wrong direction - not closer to the edge of the forest, but further in. Yet turning around and speeding in the opposite direction wasn't really an option, not until he lost the bloody bird. "Stupid mythological beasts with those wings and your fire and STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! Whether the bird heard him or not, he didn't wait to see - he just kept on running.

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[TORU KAI]

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[toriyama]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Jiro's first instinct was to wiggle and try to remove himself from the grip of the phoenix. But then his feet weren't on the ground, and he realized with a startled gasp that they were lifting off. He stilled them, looked up in time to catch the angry eye tilt in his direction, and he curved his arms over the talon around his abdomen. He looked down, realized it was a mistake, and started to turn green. He wanted to throw up, now that he was aware of how far off the ground they were, and it was with some amount of strength that he managed not to make a mess in the bird's feathers. That would just about make both their days, and likely end with Jiro kissing the ground in many charred pieces. He was just going to have to breath, not look down, and hopefully this wouldn't last too long. If there was one thing he hated, it was being in the sky, not that he was going to tell the bird that. No way was Jrio going to go and make Toru's day any better, or brighter, with admittance of fear. Instead, he frowned, tapped his fingers along the claw under his arm, started to whistle a little tune. If this was all that was going to happen, then Jiro knew he was lucky. His ribs still hurt from their last encounter and hell, so did his ass. He never knew a boot impression could leave bruises in particular places, but Toru had educated him on the matter. "I suppose this is better than what happened last time. Bruise is still there, you know." He continued to tap his fingers, growing ever impatient with whatever was going on. He was trying not to freak out, and not looking down was helping. But when all the flying around started to become too much, and he wasn’t getting a peep - even a screech in his ear would have been preferable to the rush of wind flowing past - he looked up again and gave a feather a light tug. "So... we're just going to fly, are we?"

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[TORU KAI]

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