#mastervlasta

Yavik looked at him, then nodded.  “I could see that would make one uneasy.”  Today wasn’t a bad day.  He only had one or two problems, but his mind was unnaturally clear.  It made him a bit more sharp, why he decided to come down to the district to see if he could find anything else on those disappearances.  If Yavik were honest, the authorities sort of bothered him too.

The sandwich was turkey.  With some sort of vinaigrette on it, lettuce on the bottom, and swiss cheese protecting the wheat bread.  Interesting combination with the lemonade.  He seemed to be in a good mood, taking in the food carefully and examining it on his tongue.  His idea of a good time just seemed so far fetched from everyone else’s.

His eyes turned to the streets.  It wasn’t as busy, as it were a weekday.  To be expected, but why were they patrolling now? “You would think they’d come back in the night, unless... have you heard if disappearances were happening during the day too?” It was just on his mind, he wanted to just meet the person and learn how they made the bodies disappear so easily.  Was it magic? Maybe they had an animal that ate it.  Or perhaps they had a pact with a demon.  That would be something to see.  His eyes shined with the possibilities, but then came back down to Earth, shaking his head and taking another bite.

“Would you care for a refill, sir?” The waiter asked.  Yavik looked at his drink then readily nodded as more lemonade was poured into his glass.

“Thank you very much,” Yavik replied, with a smile.  The waiter took a glance at Vlasta’s water before moving on.  The blonde man finally finished his sandwich then began tracing the rim of the plate.

Miru sighed, walking down the road after dark.  He was running into dead ends with his search for Raimundo.  However, Miru had helped an elderly couple and their cat.  The night before, he tracked down someone who stole a purse and gave it back to the owner.  Even earlier in the week, he was able to prevent a mugging.  Despite his failure in finding the brother of Vlasta, Miru did have an eventful week.

But it still bugged him that he couldn’t figure out where this man was.  He looked down at the glowing screen in front of him a bit perplexed.  Marking off another area as lacking evidence of this missing person, Miru continued down the street.  The young dragon just looked toward the river that ran through the city and a strange urge wanted him to go for a swim.  Miru shook his head; no time.

Winding his way through back passages, Miru was starting to get antsy.  He was looking for anything at this point that wasn’t chasing a cat to get it back home.  But it seemed all was quiet, still.  Had the bars let out yet? Probably not.  He pushed his glasses up his nose quietly and let out another sigh.

It had been a mere two days since Yavik had been staying with a friend of his that lived in town.  Or well, insisted that he stay with him.  Yavik believed that Elvorian was lonely, despite his unemotional mind.  Either that or he really did care for Yavik’s well being.  Yavik opted for the former, though the latter clung to the back of his mind.

Dressed in tailored slacks and a light yellow button down, Yavik closed the umbrella to enter the shop.  He wasn’t accustomed to actually owning things.  And he told Elvorian this, but this just prompted the other to get him a suitcase.  With wheels.  The wheels had fascinated Yavik, as he really didn’t know why it required them.  Not that he wasn’t grateful; Yavik had a tendency to lose things.

Waiting in the queue, Yavik listened to the two individuals in front of him, gossiping about something at work.  Everyone else was engrossed in their phones... which reminded him that he now had one too.  So he pulled it out to blend in with the mortals, though he had no idea what to do with it.  He pressed on the text messages, looking at the ones Elvorian insisted he try with him.  There was a new one though; Elvorian was going to be late today due to an emergency meeting.  Yavik henpecked a response slowly: okay, will likely be there when you get back.  His texting was so slow, he didn’t realize the queue had moved and he was next in line.

Apologizing profusely to the counter individual and the person immediately behind him, Yavik ordered, paid, then took a step off to the side.  It was weird having a card too.  If anything, it just seemed like Elvorian wanted to track his movements.  Which, to be fair, was probably wise if something drastic were to happen.  Yavik never thought about having someone know where he was and that he was still alright; he didn’t want to inconvenience anyone with his presence.  However, how would they know if the counsel got him or not? They wouldn’t, which caused problems for them in the long run.  And the anxiety that Lelouche most likely felt.

“Anton’s” drink was delivered to him; a nice hot chocolate with a mound of whipped cream and chocolate drizzle on top.  Yavik’s eyes lit up at the drink and thanked the man once more before moving out of the shop and back into the drenched street.  Once again, he popped the umbrella as he slowly drink the chocolate as he made his way through this shopping district.  

Miru had just gotten off work, the night air was a welcome to the warmth of the store.  It typically made him weak to work in such conditions, but he was able to sneak off to the coolers every once in a while to regain his strength.  So, when he heard the ringtone of his cell phone go off he was curious, as typically only work messaged him regularly.  Miru stared down at the screen after swiping.  His lips pressed together in thought, as he knew it was Vlasta’s number. [Miru]:  I can’t say all human men are like that.

[Miru]:  Did something happen? Can I help?

It was odd getting text messages in the middle of the night.  But here he was, doing so when he was trying to find someone crying for help.  It was a quick deed to be done; grab the man who stole the item, bring it back to the person, smile then be off without much of a word, even if they insisted to know if he were a hero.

Oh.  It was Vlasta.  He’s at the bar? Well, it didn’t say where he was.  Miru hadn’t heard about the murder, but he wasn’t about to dispute it.  He prevented a murder the other time.  He began to text back.

[Miru]: Sure! I would be glad to hang out if that makes you feel more safe!

He was only traveling in this part of town just to see what the gossip was about, if he were being honest.  So going into the Red Light district, Yavik didn’t mean to be affronted with a small person (or more appropriately plowed into by).  But the way that he didn’t waver, just seemed more shocked than hurt, probably spoke volumes to whomever was chasing this... child? Man? He wasn’t sure.  Wasn’t going to assume either, because well, he’s had his share of short friends before.“What do you mean that you’re being ‘hunted’?” Yavik asked, his eye brow quirking upward and his accent betraying a Russian heritage or somewhere close by.  He did sense, or his gut told him, that this wasn’t an ordinary human that he would normally apologize profusely to and continue quickly away.  “It’s not like I have a house in this area... can’t... we you know, fight them? In a dark alleyway known for people dying in it?” 

The problem with being a god was, well, humans couldn’t very easily kill one.  The other problem with it is suddenly outing oneself as such and then being pulled into a creepy cult to be worshiped.  Yavik did not want that to happen again.  

The reluctance flies completely over the little one’s head. Instead his expression lights up. A wide grin spreads on his round cheeks and he reaches out to grab Vlasta’s hand or sleeve. That way he’ll be able to keep up!! ..and he wouldn’t get lost, and cause trouble for his brother. 

“Yes!! I want ice cream too!”