If time was what he needed to get comfortable, she would give him all the time he wanted - and meanwhile, she would try to be as careful as possible while bringing up certain topics she knew he didn’t like. It was only fair, he didn’t deserve to feel uncomfortable about something because she was the one to speak abou it: just like he was careful with her, she would do the same with him. And in this way he would slowly get used to it, or at least she hoped so. “Maybe… Your parents are happy because you’re not alone anymore”, she commented. She wasn’t looking at him now because her attention was focused on the pot and the pan for the food, but she was listening. If Koichi had been alone for many years, now that he had some friends and even a girlfriend his parents were obviously happy. It was a positive change after all, and it felt good to know that she was somehow helping him to be a little less lonely. “I really hope Heikichi will understand that I won’t hurt you”, she muttered. She would never hurt Koichi. She loved him more than nayhting and anyone else, he was the most important person in her life, the one who was helping her the most: why would she ever want to break his heart on purpose? It would never happen. “I will do my best to make him understand that this time he can relax around me”. She strained the rice and poured it in a bowl, then she carefully put the meat in another plate, She was usually quite goofy in the kitchen but she didn’t want to drop anything in front of him.
He still felt bad about making her be careful around him. She had her own topics she didn’t want to come across but they were perfectly logical! They were personal and painful, he was just a whiny one that didn’t like to be reminded that he hated himself for many things. He simply had to grow a pair, as people always said and stuck with that kind of comments until he learned to deal with them. The solution was simple, yet why was it so hard? He forced himself to stop thinking about it when Daken asked him about something else. “They probably are. I’ve… changed a lot in these last years and they’re happy about this next step, I guess.” that was something they had always been concerned with: the fact that they weren’t able to help him deal with how different he was. In a way, he had always known he didn’t fit and this made him bitter. Now he was more grateful for everything good he ever had. He wanted to help others, with Daken as the new top of the list. And he’d do anything for her without doubting it. That was probably why Heikichi was also afraid. What if she tried to profit by him? It wouldn’t happen, because he trusted her, but he understood he asked himself that question. "Really, he’ll understand… sorry about making you… you know, deal with him. I bet you’d have preferred your boyfriend to be a little more normal." sometimes he couldn’t help to think like that about his identities. They helped… but sometimes they messed up his life even more. He couldn’t blame them.
She giggled at his reaction to her first statement. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be mean,” She said with a smile then bit her lip as she listened to him again. “Okay, well, you showed me the fire trick….what else can you do?” She asked quickly with a small grin. After she worked through the initial fear and shock of meeting someone like him, she became excited to learn more.
Her apologize was met by a stern glare, but he didn’t say anything else. "Heh. So you want to see what else I can do?" he asked, a smirk playing in his lips. “I can control fire to a bigger degree than that but… in exchange of having worse control and stamina than other infernals, I have extra powers. Most of my kind only have one.” he explained. Sometimes his weak point was allowing him to boast. He eyed the ground around them and moved a hand towards a nearby empty bottle, which flew right towards it. "Basic telekinesis and…" he made it float in the air, then closed his first and the bottle froze solid. "Ice power if the ambient is cold enough."
This time she didn’t notice Koichi was struggling with the voice in his head again, or else she would have hurried to change the topic or anyway to distract him somehow. She just smiled quickly, too focused on cooking dinner to notice his reactions - but anyway she had already decided that she would try not to joke too much around him nor to mention those subjects that seemed so sensitive to him: she wanted him to be comfortable around her, not the contrary, so she didn’t mind it. As long as it was fine for him too, of course. She giggled a little when he admitted he had forgotten about calling his parents, but she was starting to get used to this side of him and she would make sure to remind him everything he had to do… It was part of her ‘job’ as a girlfriend after all, even if when she heard him calling her in that way at the phone she couldn’t help blushing a little. It still sounded so weird to think of the two of them as ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’, but she liked how it sounded. “Good! Now why don’t you sit down? You’ll make me feel like a bad host if you just stand there…”, she commented as she lazily stirred the rice. It was almost done, and she was starting to feel hungry. “I’m glad to know that your parents seem so… happy about me”. She made a short pause, looking at the pot in front of herself. “Heikichi doesn’t seem so happy about it though”. She couldn’t really help adding those few words. Heikichi was part of the family, in a way, so she wanted him to accept her too… But she knew it would be difficult. She herself knew that it was strange that she was the one bringing that topic up, but it couldn’t be helped.
But Koichi didn’t want her to just tiptoe around the topics he didn’t like just to make him feel comfortable. He needed to learn to take them without constantly flinching or feeling bad. And that would be the hardest thing, but he still had a lot of things to change until he managed to stop feeling like an idiot. He had to try and be more comfortable with everything, which would be hard, but after all he had gone through, he had to make a last effort, for her. It was only fair. The only thing he wouldn’t be able to fix was his weak memory. He sadly had no control over that. They were both in a new kind of relationship none of them were used to. They would have to learn to be comfortable about that idea as well. "Oh— Yeah, sure." he said meekly, hurrying to sit. Her following words make him sigh a little. "Well… about my parents, I suppose they are just happy about it. They’ve never questioned my friends and were happy by the single fact I had any so… I suppose they feel the same towards this, though I didn’t really expect it." her comment about Heikichi made him look down. "He’s never comfortable with this… he doesn’t want me hurt for some reason. I keep telling him I’m fine but he’s grown even more mistrustful and protective over time. Just… don’t worry. He’ll be okay once he understands you don’t want to do anything to me." he tried to explain. There was no need for her to be so eager. The red-eyed needed a lot of time to trust others and he knew it.
"So…you’re essentially a strange looking human with supernatural powers who apparently travel via glowing blue portals," She said with a smile and giggled a little. "Do you live for a really long time too?" She asked, wanting to know more now. At least she wasn’t cowering anymore, but now she had a ton of questions.
"I made a mistake okay?" he growled. He didn’t like people pointing out that kind of things to him. Then, she seemed to have gotten curious and sort of believed him. He wasn’t sure of what to think about it. “Nah. Same lifespan as humans. Maybe five or ten years more of not being an old man but that’s all.” he’d let her storm him with questions for the time being.
"Infernal?" She repeated and tilted her head as she studied him. "Um…what is that exactly?" She asked, wondering if he was some kind of demon or something. She bit her lip as she once again looked closer at his strange appearance. She lives in the city and had gotten used to people dressing differently and dying their hair or whatever, but his seemed different than that now.
"I guess you’re thinking about demons. It’s not the same thing. The name stuck after humanity confused them with such many years ago." he explained. He still didn’t want to explain the whole story, because that’d confuse her more. "Infernals are just… that. Think of people with really sharp teeth, oddly coloured eyes, coloured markings on their skin and powers such as fire or ice control or telekinesis." that was a really quick version but it worked for him.
She didn’t really mean to offend him with those words and she couldn’t imagine it was such a sensitive topic for him: she just wanted to joke, but the sound of his voice made her realize that maybe she had exaggerated. She had to be more careful when speaking with him and at the same time she had to try and understand what made him feel uncomfortable and what didn’t. In this way she would manage to avoid saying wrong things and making him sad or angry. So she took a mental note of ‘never mention how he skinny he is again’. Another note soon had to be added, ‘don’t scold him, not even jokingly’: he seemed really sorry for not being able to choose something to eat, but she wasn’t really angry at him. Again, she was simply joking. “I never plan it either, I just… open the counters and the fridge to see what’s left. I should organize myself in a better way though”, she mumbled, filling a pot in water to boil the rice and then looking for some meat. She had cooked a lot of that the previous day, so there should be some left in the fridge… Right, there it was. She put it in another pan to warm it, then she started preparing the salad. “Have you told your parents that you’re staying here for dinner? I don’t want them to get worried…”, she said all of a sudden, turning to look at him. He had spoken about telling them before, but if she remembered well he ended up not doing it.
He’d have to take a mental note as well: stop complaining about everything. Sometimes he hated himself. Even he could see that she hadn’t taken too well that she couldn’t joke around with him about those things. He was way too sensitive. “And that’s how you’ll lose her, kid, grow up.” his head promptly reminded him. Just now, great. He had to admit it was right this time, though. "If it works for you, you shouldn’t. Or maybe yes." he rubbed his head. Now he was trying to give advice about something he had no idea of. “Good job, champ.” the voice said sarcastically. Now he was simply awkwardly standing near the door of the kitchen. When she reminded him that he hadn’t called his parents, he panicked for a second to later sound less worried about it than he really was. “Shoot. I forgot about it. Thanks.” they had been cuddling and because of it he had completely spaced out. He took out the phone from his pocket and called the house phone, guessing they’d be there. "Uh, dad? Yeah, it’s me, sorry. I, um… I’m going to stay and my girlfriend’s house for dinner… yeah." calling her that still sounded weird for him, but his adoptive father, normally harsh for that kind of things, seemed quite happy about it and even joked around. "No, no, I’ll go home after dinner, really. Eh? N-no! Alright… later." he hung up, his face showing a slight blush. If he had known they’d react like that, he wouldn’t have told them until Daken and her had been going out for six months at least. "They… say it’s fine." he announced.
Silphey froze as her eyes fixed on the small orange flame dancing in the guy’s palm. She briefly considered making a run for it, but thought better of it since those men could still be out there. Well that, and it’s not like Heikichi had tried to hurt her yet. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath then released it slowly to calm down before she looked back up at him. “If you’re not human, then what are you?” She asked finally, wanting answers before she agreed to help him.
Well, at least she hadn’t been coward enough to dash out. Knowing he had convinced her, he curled his fingers together and the flame disappeared as fast as it came. Then, he waited for her to ask whatever she wanted. He was easy to anger, and dangerous, but he wouldn’t attack without having been given a reason, at least. Her question didn’t surprise him much, but still took out a chuckle. “Heh… We’re usually called infernals. I’m actually of mixed blood, half human, but that doesn’t mean I’m less powerful than the others. Not by a long shot.”
His grumble was welcomed by a similar mumbled protest by the girl, who rolled her eyes to the ceiling and smiled. “But that’s too much! If you stay so skinny it will be a pain to hug you, with all those bones…”, she joked, not being able to avoid a laugh. “I will have to look for someone else to hug… or I could buy a teddy bear, it would be softer than you”. She wasn’t going to substitute him with anything or anyone, but it was just too much fun to tease him in that way. And even if he was naturally skinny, she would be sure to make him eat a lot, at least on that evening. She shot a disappointed gaze at him when he couldn’t suggest her anything for the dinner menu. “Ah, you’re not very helpful”. Carrying two glasses in one hand, she walked past him and playfully tapped a finger on the top of his head with her free hand. She had to stand on the tips of her feet to do so, and it was still quite a difficult action. “Okay, okay, uhm… What about rice? Rice, meat and… uh… salad? Yes, I should have that… here…”. She opened the fridge and pulled out a bowl of salad with a victorious expression on her face. Her kitchen wasn’t exactly a mess, but it wasn’t perfectly ordered either. She didn’t like to cook, but surviving only on take-away food wasn’t an option.
He seemed a little taken aback. It was visible that he wasn’t comfortable with his own body either but he had learned to live with his own limitations. “Sorry about that.” he commented in a grumble. He couldn’t help being grumpy when it came to that, it was simply a sensitive topic, even if he knew Daken was just joking. She was up for a disappointment too, as he wasn’t exactly someone who ate a lot and was full very quickly, unless some other selves whose stomach seemed to stretch when they saw food. He looked down and narrowed his eyes when he realized he couldn’t be very helpful when it came to that kind of things. "Sorry. I never plan what I eat. I just pick whatever." he tried to explain, but ended up realizing that it made no sense to try and excuse himself. His expression softened a little when she tried so hard to tap his head. The size difference would always be noticeable. “It sounds nice.” he agreed. It was a little like some of his lonely nights dining alone in his house because his parents had left, just that he had company this time.
"Another world?" Silphey repeated, a small frown creasing her brow. Was he trying to joke around with her? She searched his features for any sign of humor, but his usual sour expression was still remained. Okay, so if he wasn’t joking, perhaps he truly believed what he was saying…so he’s probably crazy then…"Alright, so we’re looking for a glowing blue portal then," She said finally, trying to play along. He obviously had anger issues and if he was crazy too, then she really didn’t want to piss him off further.
That face didn’t give room for him to think that she believed him. It would be actually a surprise that she believed him just by his own words. As she pretended to play along, maybe she thought he was mad and angry. He had mental issues, but they were of other kind. "Girl, I’m not joking around here." he said, lifting a hand, then opening the palm to make appear on it a small orange flame that lighted their hiding place. “I’m not human, there’s your proof. If you could help me it’d be great.” his odd features were revealing enough. The green tips of his hair, the pointy fangs and the red eyes with a slit pupil were all natural. No dye, no fake teeth, no contacts. He just hoped now she wouldn’t run away.
If she ever happened to leave him, it would be only because something bad had happened - something that had nothing to do with their relationship. She liked him, no, she loved him, and she was more than sure that this feeling would never change: she would never stop loving him, so she would never leave him, for sure. That’s why she was quite confident about her promise. But if something bigger happened, they wouldn’t be able to help it. She turned back quickly and pointed her thin index at him with a serious gaze in her eyes. “It’s dinner time, you have to eat something! You’re so skinny that your ribs are showing”, she complained. She sounded like an angry mother… She seemed to realize it because she blushed a little and giggled in embarrassment, quickly making her way to the kitchen. “Mh? Well, you could help me choose what to cook. What do you feel like eating?”. If this was her idea of getting help, Koichi wouldn’t get tired for sure. Waiting for his reply she started pulling out plates, glasses and cutlery and placing them on the small table in the kitchen. It was so strange for her to have a guest for dinner, but it was also nice: at least she wouldn’t be alone, for once.
That was something Koichi could perfectly promise her too. He was sure he knew how she was, that her feelings were true, that she wasn’t faking anything. That’s why he could also be able to promise that he’d always love her, no matter what happened, even if they had to go different ways because of something more powerful than them or because she died. Daken would always be in his heart. Getting pulled back to reality because of her comment, he grumbled. "I’m naturally skinny, sorry. I just can’t gain weight… or muscle." he should know, Heikichi had tried to and ended up having to give up because his body refused to gain the kilos he was missing. That was a disadvantage at fighting because he was fragile… but at least he could be fast. “Errr… I don’t really know.” she had caught him with that question. His tactic for making lunch if he was alone was just picking a random wrapped thing in the freezer, be it meat or fish, and some salad. “Anything you want.” he ended up giving that vague reply as he got up, rubbed his eyes and tried to forcefully help her set up the table. She didn’t seem to want to let him do it either. He ended up sighing and giving up.