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WHO:

violentsoftie,

lovemedangit, and probably at some point

insourarmor
WHERE: wherever ~~the wind blows~~ Mytho teleports.
WHEN: Shortly after this comm post.
WARNINGS: nope
SUMMARY: Hiei makes a deal with Fakir and goes out to find the mysteriously missing Mytho! Alliteration.
FORMAT: Hooooow about some paragraph at least to start.

It was easy enough to feel out Mytho with the Jagan eye, Hiei found, since he had spent time around the boy before. Now it was just a matter of following the "signal" and taking him to Fakir. So he did so, dancing in and out of shadow as he moved quickly enough to be a blur to the sharpest of eyes.

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Hiei grasped the offered hand firmly and pulled, intending to get Mytho on his feet again.

Once the boy stood, it would be obvious that he was several inches taller than Hiei.

Mytho didn't seem to really notice or care, just standing there, shaking slightly. Now that he was standing it was pretty clear he was not in good shape. His clothes were rumpled and slightly muddy, his hair a mess and the haunted expression could possibly even be explained away by the clear lack of sleep.

It was something of an indignity, but if Hiei had to lead Mytho to Fakir by the hand he would. He gave his hand a little tug, guidingly, and started walking without letting go.

Mytho didn't protest, half stumbling after, looking utterly lost.

After what felt to Hiei like a stupidly long walk, they finally came within sighting distance of the bakery that Fakir had given him directions to.

Mytho froze at the sight of it, hauling in his step.

Hiei stopped as well and gave Mytho's hand another gentle tug.

He refused to fail this close to his goal.

Mytho shook his head, pulling back, curling in to himself, breath suddenly coming quickly and unevenly.

"Come on," he said, patience in his tone once again.

Patience or no patience, Mytho was not budging. The haunted, crazed look was returning. "Fakir...."

"Yes, that is his name."

A slow, strange smile spread over Mytho's lips. "He'll die if he fights the Raven again... just like in the story... I wonder if that will make him happy...."

"I would expect a death in battle would make anyone happy."

Hiei was definitely not the ideal person for eliminating thoughts of death or battle.

"But he failed... He was supposed to protect me, but instead, he was torn apart without even getting near his enemy... isn't that funny...?"

"In a sense, I suppose."

Hiei allowed a beat to pass before he tugged on Mytho's hand again.

"He's waiting for you now."

"Is he...?" Mytho laughed, shoulders shaking.

"I'm no liar."

This was meant to be reassuring.

Fakir had been watching, but not hearing, this exchange through the bakery window since he noticed Mytho following this person up the street.

After some consideration and hesitation, he decided to step out of the store and cross the street to meet them. Mytho was hesitating, stalling in the street and muttering about something. He couldn't trust Hiei to bring him, not when he was acting this way.

"Mytho!" he called, hurrying across the street, ever mindful of the damned cars.

Mytho nearly jerked at his name, turning slowly to see where Fakir was approaching. "Fakir..."

He reached for his wrist, scratching at the back of it.

Hiei half-turned, keeping Mytho in his line of sight, and addressed himself to Fakir's mind instead.

"He was docile until he saw your shop. I presume you've considered how to get him inside?" Hiei's voice sounded much the same as it had over the network, though his awkward syntax was replaced by a flat deadpan.

To his relative unease, Fakir realized that he wasn't entirely put off by the familiar voice in his head. Living with Obi-Wan had left him more than used to mental prodding, and a voice wasn't so different from what he was normally subject to. Could he respond in kind? Best to at least try.

'He's probably afraid. Just give me a minute.'

Still, Mytho's expression wasn't suggestive of fear. Fakir... didn't really know what to call that look. He stepped closer to Mytho, reaching out a hand. "Mytho. Come here. Let's go home."

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The boy gave a soft laugh that was... decidedly not right. "..Home...? Back to the story, Fakir...? Do you know how to get there...?"

Fakir nearly recoiled at that sound. Far from the Raven Prince's maniacal snickering, the laughter sounded almost sick. Certainly twisted, but not devilish.

"Back to our home first," he said, trying to keep his tone level and calm, not pleading or distressed, as he reached for Mytho's hand. He just had to get a hold on him, worry about what was wrong once he was safe inside. "If we can go back to the story, I'll find a way and go with you. Back to the story, or anywhere else. Just come with me."

Mytho made no moves to take it, continuing to scratch at his wrist in an almost distracted way. "You'll die again if you go back... and leave me alone like you did before..."

"You're wrong," Fakir said a little too forcefully as he grabbed Mytho's wrist, pulling him forward. "I won't leave you alone. You said it yourself, I'm not the same as the knight in the story. It doesn't have to be the same."

'Be ready to grab him if he runs.'