[M] I hear the sirens call
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He was not happy to see him. Probably thought that nobody should have seen that or some such jazz. He opened his mouth to answer the question, wondering how much he should admit to. He didn't even get the chance to answer when Alaki snapped. He shook his head, waiting for the tirade to end so he could get what he thought out. He certainly didn't enjoy seeing the Angelo like that, but it was better than not knowing that he was struggling when he was in so much pain. Of course, the idiot didn't get him a chance to say anything like that, off in his own world.


At first the word was quiet. Alex backed up a little, thinking it probably was a good idea to give him some space. He stopped at the continuation. Was he seriously going to exile him over this? Hang on, you can't just- His words were cut off as the samurai flew forwards, fist enclosing around his throat. Hitting the wall Alex let out a choked sound, pain reverberating through his head. That had hurt a lot! He struggled, pushing against the strong arm that kept him there, trying to get out.


His eyes widened as Alaki came in, thinking he was going to get his throat torn out. Instead it was worse. He stilled at the soft whispers, sounding so true coming from Alaki. After all, he'd never shown that he liked Alex, simply tolerating his presence. Never spoke to him, never spoke up about anything. Maybe he really did feel nothing for Alex. The grip finally slackened, sending Alex doubled over for breath. The single word earned a glare from the zephon. What, he thought he was going to get away with it just like that? Fine. I'm leaving.


He picked up a couple bottles, leaving the rest for when he came back. Alex certainly wasn't going to leave the pack. Not because Alaki decided to become unglued. He wasn't going to be staying in there though. Moving through Alex walked until he reached the common room. Sitting down he uncorked a bottle. Taking a drink he stared at the flames. Stupid. He always got so worked up over the smallest things. Completely childish. Drinking more he huddled down, trying to get comfortable as he got ready to sleep.

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