Old Meetings. [Shinzu/Mizoré]

[mizoredefleur]

Leaning back against the bench, an ice-cream in her hand and licking it repeatedly. She let out a small sigh and glanced towards her manager.
"Good job today." he stated, closing his book and walking off.

Mizoré watched him leave, closing her blue eyes and shrugging. She watched her photographer walk past carrying the photos before getting into a truck. She watched the car drove off and stood up, her white dress flailing to the side from her waist, revealing her left leg and curling and overlapping towards her ankle. Brushing her hair over her shoulder, she turned and picked up her heels, placing them on and turning towards the path and leaving the bench.
"Why do I feel so empty?" she questioned herself, frowning a little and then paused as she noticed a big picture of her smiling and wearing a bikini for the beach, ribbons on either side of her head and people behind her having fun playing. Standing back she realized the clothe shop she was standing outside before narrowing her eyes. "Tch, that's it. True happiness..." she lifted her hand to examine her fingers. Cuts were all over them, leaning over and biting her fingers she let blood draw from her dainty fingers and licked the blood off slowly.

"This sickens me, how can people be happy?" her blue eyes looked around before closing her eyes and turning to face away from the picture. Chucking her ice-cream into the bin and heading off. "What to do, what do to..."

[Shinzu]

Name: Arc 1: Who are you.
Rank: A
Posts Limit: 6
Objective: After a strife against Shiva, Shinzu has been left heavily damage and unable to recall past memories. His ability to register new memories also seems to have been affected, though with enough help, he does seem to be able to recall certain events or people. Help him uncover his past and find out just exactly what happened to him.
Reward: 1200 Jewels
Exp: 120 Exp

Shinzu heard screeching of tires against the rough textured cement, a sound that would slowly grow closer towards him along with the roar of a engine. "..Who?" He muttered as he found his body instinctively wandering towards the middle of the road. As he searched for the sound, the teen would catch glimpse of a truck which would abruptly swerve out of the way in order to avoid the confused mage, causing the vehicle to crash squarely into a building, destroying the front end which would crumple like a cheap sardine can whilst simultaneously reducing most of the wall it hit to rubble.

Rather cross, a man would emerge from the smoking wreckage and begin shouting profanities at Shinzu, muttering something about the pictures being damaged. In response to the mans blithering, the teen would simply walk closer towards the man and shoot him a harsh glare. Not wanting to put up with this, the photographer would punch Shinzu squarely in the jaw, though the act of which would not yield even the slightest reaction from the mage, almost like he was immune to pain itself.

With a trickle of blood running down his torn lip, Shinzu would curve his mouth into a sinister grin as his hands wrapped around the broadsword on his side. With little time for the photographer to beg for forgiveness, the teen would pull out his weapon and slash the air, allowing the metal to tear through the mans clothing and dig deep into his flesh, staining his pristine white shirt deep red. Despite the emptiness in the mans eyes to signal that he was already dead, the mage seemed to refuse to stop and rather continued with his assault, violently bearing his blade down on the corpses flesh over and over again until the pool of blood underneath would stretch out far enough to soak through Shinzu's boots. "Sorry, I have already forgotten why harbor any hate towards you, so I will simply carry on until that feeling vanishes."

[mizoredefleur]

Mizoré had heard the tires screech and the sound of a crash, language flew through the air and this caught her attention.
Blue eyes narrowed, she casually walked to the screen and watched as pictures fell over the floor and scattered against the ground.
Slightly irritated that she had spent around two hours posing in outfits for people to take pictures of, she shifted her gaze towards the person who had caused it. Her gaze avoided the sight of her dead photographer and met Shinzu.
"My oh my, looks like my little cling on has done something bad in front of everybody to see. This is rare, very very rare indeed." she mocked, the cold smirk creeping up her pale lips and then reaching her cheek bones. "I'm surprised, this isn't like you at all."

She walked closer to him, her boots clicking as they reached the ground and when she was close by she leaned down and picked up a picture. It was stained in a red liquid, but she brushed her tongue slowly up the picture and traced it over the blood as it dripped down her chin and stained her clothes. Shivers of delight ran through her body and she placed the picture down when it was moderately clean. "SO that's what photographic blood tastes like, not at all pleasant." she mumbled to herself, but deliberately for Shinzu to hear. "What is my slave doing here? Isn't he off mating with every female he sees profusely?" she teased, the smirk refusing to move her face as she scanned the wreckage.

When she turned to face Shinzu, she gazed at him with somewhat wide and confused eyes. It was rare to see Shinzu seem different, but something wasn't right. Mizoré didn't know what, but she liked it.

[Shinzu]

A strange yet annoyingly familiar voice tainted in a french accent would greet Shinzu's ears, though as he turned his eyes to meet with the source he would only be plagued by confusion. "Rare?" He would ask questionably before stabbing the blade into the ground, causing the concrete to rupture slightly and crack around the impact. While all this was going on, the teen would pick up one of the scattered photos and use the corpses already bloodied clothing to wipe away most of the liquid, leaving it tinged in a permanent red colour. "You knew that man?" After uttering that sentence, the mage's gaze would constantly begin darting between the picture he was holding and the woman standing right in front of him. "So it is true, women never really look as attractive as they do in person, do they?"

Though it was starting to become painfully clear that this woman knew him, Shinzu couldn't help but shrug off this feeling of animosity he was feeling towards her. Besides, despite being the one to kill the photographer, the teen still couldn't help but dislike the way in which the so called model would refuse to even mourn for her fallen comrade. "Blood is after all meant for spilling, not ingesting." Still holding the photo, the mage would grab a marker from his pocket and begin writing something on the back of it. "Your name, what is it?" By then he had already written 'Can not be trusted, do not befriend her' in giant lettering on the back on the photo, though pretty much made no attempt to hide this fact from the girl at all.

"Slave?" Shinzu asked in response to the woman's comment. "Impossible, I would never allow myself to be subjugated by the likes of you." The teen would then grab his broadsword and retrieve it from the earths grasp, causing bits of dirt and dried blood to break off from the metal and descend downwards like snow. "And the comment about mating with females, just what do you know about me?" Like a switch had gone off in his head, suddenly the tense look in the mage's eyes would fade away into puzzlement. Like he had completely forgotten where he was or what he was doing, he would simply examine the mysterious woman before glancing at the back of the photo in his hand. "This girl can't be trusted?" He asked himself before glancing back at the mutilated corpse on the ground. "Did you do that to him?"

[mizoredefleur]

Mizoré blinked. Did he just question her on what she meant by rare.
"Oui. It's rare to see you here, especially mutilating my photographer." after that, he grabbed one of her photos and removed the blood from it before throwing a rather indecent but enjoyable question.
"You've told me this before, Shinzu." She mused slightly, but nodded a thank you. She turned her gaze away, just to hear the squeaking of a pen on the paper and then began to write on the photo.
Curiously she leaned over to read what he put, just to sigh and grit her hand. "Bastard..." she muttered under breath, turning her gaze away with her fist clenched.

Afterward, she bit her lower lip and then sighed. "It was a figure of speech, Shinzu. You just promised me body parts for every fight you did." She was slightly becoming irritated, tapping her boot impatiently on the ground and folding an arm over her waist. "My oh me..."
Next he asked her something that caught her off guard after causing the area to snow down with all bits of debris.
"I didn't do this to my photographer... You did." she remarked. "I saw it... Don't tell me you actually have been diagnosed with Amnesia or something." she was slightly amazed. "Shinzu? What the fuck happened?" Irritation filtered her body.

[Shinzu]

"A body part for each fight?" Shinzu asked before giving the mutilated corpse behind him one last glance. "Help yourself to the remains." Something was odd, the note said not to trust her, however she already knew the teens name. Did he slip up and tell her before forgetting, or did he know her from before 'that' incident happened. Studying the girls body language carefully, the mage would start to realize that he was irritating her, leading him to believe that perhaps they were a little more than simple enemies. Grabbing the marker, he would begin to scribble out half of what he wrote before and added how she could be a possible ally. "Whats your name, if i did not write it down then I can only assume you didn't tell me, correct?"

Shinzu's eyes would slightly darken as the woman revealed that he was the one that had slain the photographer. "I did...?" Examining his sword closely, the teen would confirm what had just been said as he noticed the trickles of dried blood still clinging to the blade. As the strange lady continued blubbering on about something, the mage's eyes would instinctively be drawn towards his right hand. Rolling up his black sleeve, he would immediately be greeted by writing on his pale skin which he proceeded by reading out loud. "Memories hazy... Head damaged... Can only 'hold' new memories for around ten seconds."

In response to this Shinzu would touch his forehead, though would feel nothing. If the white haired girl looked closely however, she would notice a white bandage under the teens messy hair slowly tainting itself red each time he pressed down on it. "What happened..." Flashes of images would then begin popping into the mages head, though very little sense could be made out of them. Only one thing was in common, 'he' was in every one of those pictures. "Shiva..." He would say before looking at the strange girl with a puzzled look in his eyes once more. "Why did you kill that guy behind me, did I know him?"

[mizoredefleur]

"You should know my name, you fool." Mizoré stated bluntly. "Mizoré DéFleur..." she crossed her arms, her french accent rolling over her mouth and taking a step forward.
"No, I didn't kill him." she repeated. "I just told you - you amnesiac" she pressed her hand to his head and flicked his forehead.

Walking forward, she took his wrist. "You killed him, come on. Let's go and get you some food. Your favorite." she mused, smirking. "Super Spicy Meatballs." she gripped his wrist a little more firmly, leading him away. "It's kind of weird though, things have been happening. First Shiva retires for Reika, you lose your memory... You ditch your red haired girlfriend... Odd..." she murmured thoughtfully, but shrugged; Not letting it bother her anymore.

[Shinzu]

"Mizore... Ice Queen?" Mizore's nickname would instantly come to Shinzu, though it would bear no special meaning to him for the moment. Sheathing his sword, he would then cringe slightly as the woman flicked the teens forehead, not because of the pain, but rather because he was expecting her to do a lot worse. After it became clear that she meant no harm however, he would look back at the photo of her and make some adjustments by writing down her name on the front before crossing out the back and writing how she can possibly be trusted. Before anything more could happen, Mizore would grab the mage by the wrist and drag him alongside her.

"I killed someone? Who?" Before Shinzu could get a chance to look behind him however, Mizore had already dragged him towards a new street that housed many restaurants. "Spicy meatballs are my favorite?" In response to this, the teen would roll down his right sleeve even further to expose more skin which he would use to note down his so called favorite food. "Reika? Who is that?" He questioned upon hearing the girls name, which was familiar enough for him to be able to picture her gender.

As Mizore continued speaking though, one thing would stand out more than anything else she had said. "Red... haired... girl?" Dragging his feet along the ground in order to grind Mizore in to a stop, Shinzu would reach into his pocket and pull out a balled up piece of paper. Using his free hand, he would then toss the paper to Mizore. If she straightened out the crumpled piece of paper she would see the drawing of a certain red haired girl on it along with writing, etched in block capitals across the page. "KILL MIKI."

[mizoredefleur]

"Yes Shinzu... You killed hi-..." she glanced towards the screwed up piece of paper that he chucked her, opening it up and staring at the picture within it.
"That's her..." she stated coldly, turning around and watching him with curious blue eyes.

"Why do you want to kill her so badly? Thought she was your forever lover? Also, Shinzu - You got my nickname, just WHAT do you remember?" she pushed him towards a wall, leaning against him and glaring at him.
"Before we go anywhere, I demand you to tell me what exactly it is you remember. You seem to have Amnesia and I want to know why. What did you do?" she waited, a snarl on her face.
"Now."

There was a weird coincidence here, people she knows who all know each other somehow clashing and ending up to have things happen. Something just wasn't right there and she wanted to know why.
What happened? Why was Reika owner, it bugged her.
Reika wasn't fit for Guild leader, she was.
Snarling, she gritted her hands into fists and turned away. "Whatever."

[Shinzu]

Once Mizore had confirmed who the woman was, Shinzu would take back the piece of paper and note down everything his apparent ally had said about the red haired girl. "So she is my lover... Though you said I ditched her? Are we no longer together?" The teens attention would then shift back to Mizore's next batch of questions, though despite his best attempts to do so, he couldn't really answer them at all. "I just simply can not remember why she must die, however if that is what the note says, then that is what I will do." It was quite a well thought out system. Anything the mage desperately needed to do or remember was marked onto his skin. As for the people he met however, there was very little choice other than to sketch down anyone important and write down anything noteworthy about them.

As the thought pop into his head, Shinzu would stuff the paper back in to his pocket and then scribble something on to his left palm. 'Buy a camera'. Upon finishing Mizore would lunge at the teen and pin him against a wall, causing his eyes to narrow into a glare as he felt her body weight press against his. "I don't know. I do have odd memories concerning Shiva, and then there's the note on my arm stating I have a head inury. Perhaps we fought?" Shiva, that was the name he remembered. Though his memories were still fuzzy and distorted, the mage could still make out Shiva's image in all of them, however the simple fact of the mater was that despite all this, he still had no idea who this 'Shiva' was.

"By the way-" Shinzu's sentence would cut off abruptly as he drew his blade before grabbing hold of Mizore as she turned away with her fists clenched. Before she could get the chance to use them however, the teen would of already violently swung her onto the wall before pressing the blade of his weapon against her soft neck, threatening to slice her entire head off if she decided to struggle and push against it. "Who are you, and why were you attacking me?"

[mizoredefleur]

Mizoré took a few steps backwards, blinking as she was suddenly violently swung backwards against the wall and grimaced as the pain etched her back.
When he questioned her on why she was trying to Kill, Mizoré stared at him like he was insane.

"When did I try and do that!?" she questioned, snarling. "I wouldn't ever try and kill you Shinzu, don't be so stupid. Want me to make an ice block, hit you over the head and make you regain your memories!?" she was angry, she didn't recall trying to kill him.
Her gaze narrowed into slits and she leaned back against the wall, almost turning her head away from him.
"Why are you so stupid?" she asked, sighing. "What else do you have written on your body? I'd like to know. If writing is the only way you remember then how about I write somethings you can't forget? Into your BRAIN!" Mizoré gritted her teeth, she wasn't exactly in a good mood and Shinzu made it worse for her. Her anger was overwhelming and somewhat enjoyable.

Mizoré didn't know why she was angry, she was more or less not used to the feeling of being caught off guard by one of her "best" or closest friends... or was close and best.

[Shinzu]

"My memories...?" As the woman said that Shinzu would glance to the writing on his right arm before fishing out the photo of Mizore in his pocket. "I apologize." He said before sheathing his broadsword at the misunderstanding. "You should know better than to do things like that to me when I can only hold certain memories for a few seconds." If the ice queen looked closely, she would notice a tiny pool of blood beginning to collect under the teens foot, almost like blood was dripping down his leg.

Mizore would then mention something about the possibilities of something else being written on Shinzu's body. Although she merely said it out of rage, the teen couldn't help but wonder at this fact as he removed his shirt, revealing a number of bruises stretched across his upper torso. Several bandages had also been hastily wrapped around the mage's midsection, which seemed to have been dried and tainted in red from how hard they were pressing against the wound underneath. "Shiva... I think I really did fight him?"

As Shinzu moved he would feel nothing despite the injuries. It wouldn't be hard to guess that he had probably broken many bones too, however despite anything he was not in any pain; or perhaps he was simply in too much pain right now to even realize the true extent of his injuries? The teen would then glance over to his so called ally before grabbing her arm and forcefully writing something against her skin which he would read out loud as he did so. "A ally, do not attack no matter what. There, now you need not worry about me assaulting you every few seconds."

As he finished, Shinzu would notice writing on his left arm that had been covered in dried blood. Using his nails, he would attempt to scratch at the blood, causing it to crumble without damaging the lettering below it too much. The words had become distorted slightly, forcing the teen to squint and stare at them for a while in order to decipher their true meaning. Upon doing so however, he would grow wide eyed before showing the blurred words to Mizore with a distressed look on his face. "QUICKLY! I need you to remember for me- ...What was I going to say...?"

[mizoredefleur]

Mizoré watched him, slightly confused with his bipolar actions.
She just narrowed her eyes in suspicion and then sighed.
"Shinzu, you're a fool." she pressed her hands to his arms and then sighed. She generally never shown her good side, but that didn't mean she didn't have one.
Shinzu was a friend, even if a little one at that. Mizoré never knew the meaning of nice.
She shifted her gaze down to his chest, watching the bandages and the blood on them before smiling and laughing.
"Shinzu you're so... stupidly clumsy?"

Pressing her hand to Shinzu's cheek, she narrowed her eyes and tried to figure him out before he shifted his to his arm; her gaze following.
She tilted her head at the dried blood stains on his arm and then then nodded and before she could read, he had pushed her to the all and told her to remember.
Wincing slightly, knowing he back would be covered in blood and scratches and just brushed her hand through her fringe.
"I can't believe this. Remember what? The last time you and I saw each other was a while ago trying to catch the runaway princess! I don't recall us talking..." she snarled accusingly.

[Shinzu]

"Princess? No not that... I needed you to remember what was once written in my arm before I forgot, though how did I manage to remember it?" What was even more odd was that Shinzu could 'remember' remembering that in the first place. Like something was clearly wrong, the teen would begin glancing around in all directions, his eyes darting from corner to corner like he was trying to scan every detail of the surroundings. Eventually, this paranoia would stop as the mage looked back down at the blurred text on his arm. "Don't stop running, they are still following you..." He stated, almost like the jumbled lettering made sense to him.

At this point Mizore would probably begin to notice movement in the corner of her eyes, though no matter how hard she tried to look, her gaze would be met by nothingness. Rather abruptly, Shinzu would then draw his sword like he was about to attack Mizore, or rather, something behind her. Midway between brandishing his blade however, the teen would simply look confused as his mind suddenly became void of memories. "Who are you people?" Glancing at the lettering on the woman's arm that seemed to be in his own hand writing, the mage assured himself that she was a ally, however there were two others behind Mizore, both dressed entirely in black. "Are they with you?"

[mizoredefleur]

Mizoré was about to state something, but the more she tried to understand the more her brain just seemed to hurt from how Shinzu was just going back and forwards from one thing to another; he was a lot more crazy than that of the mad hatter.
Suddenly he stated something about running. "Running...?" She questioned. Movement flickering around her eyes, suddenly Mizoré felt dumbfounded. Someone or something was near, she moved one hand behind her back as if to summon her icy talons before Shinzu suddenly unsheathed his sword and aimed it towards her.

"I just told you! I'm not of any harm or an enemy" she hissed, before realizing he was aiming for behind her. Slowly she turned her head, her white hair moving over her shoulders and covering her bust before looking behind her at two men coated in black. She turned and faced them completely, leaping backwards and standing by Shinzu's side.
"No." she said suddenly. "They're not with me, I came alone. I just finished a photoshoot and neither of them looking like workers." she warned Shinzu, her blue eyes blazed with a red flicker. Her teeth sharpened slightly, but she kept them hidden behind her lips.
"What do you want?" she almost hissed, her hands held out in a sort of grip in the air, like she was holding two bowling bowls in front of her. Slowly, her hands glowed and transformed into the sharp icy-talons.
"I demand an answer."