[Thread] Welcome home, su!

[trouble_angel]

Characters: OU!Misha, AU!Judai
Where: Paj-Okto
When: Prrrrrobably a little while after Misha re-arrives
Summary: Here, Misha, meet your grumpy new roommate. Good freakin' luck. 8D
Warnings: Judai being a grump, Misha being hyper cute. What this combination will bring, the world has yet to find out.

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[misguidedherald]

Judai was seated upon a simple chair in what could be considered the apartment's common room, a large, rather drab chamber, with gray, faded walls, dust-covered furniture and a prevalent smell of old decay hanging in the air. The space itself had obviously been uninhabited for quite a while, judging by its generally-unkempt appearance, just as it was quite easy to discern that Judai himself had not exactly bothered to make it somewhat more inhabitable in the short amount of time that he had been its sole occupant.

The teenage boy was almost completely engrossed in shuffling through his Deck, passing gloved fingers over every single card, attempting to sense the Spirit that dwelt within. One by one, the Elemental Heroes passed in front of his eyes, alternating with their second, far stronger Fusion-line -- the Evil Heroes. Smiling slightly at the memory of the life-or-death Duels that had brought those cards to his Deck, he could not help but feel a significant amount of pride when gazing upon their representations. Some part of him

[trouble_angel]

Misha smiled brightly, ignoring the expression of utter shock on the other boy's face. He wasn't Kotarou, no, but if she was going to live with him, he had to be nice enough, right? Surely they wouldn't room her with someone downright mean. And besides, Kotarou was here somewhere... wasn't he?

They didn't mess up or something, right...?

She giggled awkwardly, dismissing the thought out of hand and speaking again in her childlike manner. "Ehehehehe... This is Paj-Okty-Okto, rightums, su? That's where this thinger said I lived, su!"

Holding up the communicator as if to display proof, she took a few steps closer, still beaming cheerily.

[misguidedherald]

Perhaps, if the general lack of logic or reason that seemed to fully govern this place had not been so suitably impressed upon him by recent occurrences, Judai would have been more than happy to dismiss what he was seeing as merely a delusion brought upon by wayward thoughts, unpleasant surprises and hidden anxieties.

However, the strange girl and her unsettlingly bright smile had not disappeared even after he had raised himself from his seat, gathering the cards into one single stack once more and placing it in his Deck-holster.

"Yes, this is Paj-Okto. Why would you be interested to know

[trouble_angel]

"'Cause the thingy says I live here, su! This is the human world, right, su?"

The detached nature of the question he'd asked, even in combination with his steely expression, did not faze Misha one bit. She was used to demeaning glances, anyway; she'd learned to not let it bother her anymore.

While she found it awkward interacting with a human -- the only human she'd ever really spoken to before was Kotaroh -- she figured it was like interacting like any other angel would be. Angels, humans... no difference, right?

Her smile, however, did drop slightly at another realization. "...Did Sacchan mess up, su?"

[misguidedherald]

"I have no idea what you are babbling on about, girl. These are my quarters, if that is what you are wondering. Now, I would suggest that you simply walk back the way you came and refrain from bothering me again in the future."

There was no hint of gentleness within Judai's cold voice, as he cast his eyes over the screen that displayed the girl's housing arrangement. There was another brief flicker of surprise at reading the words 'Paj-Okto' quite clearly, yet he did not allow it to show itself upon his features, keeping them set in a mask of slightly irritated impassiveness. It made little difference where the foolish girl had been assigned, in the end -- he certainly had no intention of sharing the dismally few things that could still be called 'his own' with any other individual in the compound.

As if to clearly display his stance in the entire matter, Judai took another step forward, moving in such a manner as to force the girl into backing towards the door.

[trouble_angel]

Misha, instead of stepping back, tried to stand her ground at first and instead would up falling backwards onto her rear as Judai stepped forward. To lighten her fall, her wings expanded suddenly, and flapped once as she hit the floor, a few shimmering white feathers drifting gradually to the ground beside her.

"Butbutbut, I think it says I was supposed to live here too, su! In the human world, su!" Unsure if he understood that that's what the communicator said, she held it up again, smiling again. "Ehehehe, but I didn't know I was gonna be with someone either, su."

[misguidedherald]

For his part, Judai didn't even deign to offer the device another look. He already knew what it said, but that held no bearing over the fact that he would not accept another person into what had become his own small sanctuary -- set in the middle of what was turning to be little better than one of his recurring, childhood nightmares

[trouble_angel]

"But... why can't I stay here, su?!"

It appeared that Misha's mood was beginning to become affected by what seemed to be a nasty sort of boy. She'd never had to deal with anyone so negative in her life -- no one had ever assigned her work with difficult humans like this. She drooped, but still struggled stubbornly against his grip, wings flapping wildly, attempting to free her. She was already getting a bad feeling about this.

But... no, she couldn't make that obvious. Being negative right back at him would do no good either, of course. So she smiled at him still, thinly and with a disappointed touch to it. He seemed to her like he must've been very unhappy underneath the gruff exterior...

"P-Please let go, su... I won't be bad, really, su!"

[misguidedherald]

"It does not matter how you will be, girl. What matters is that I do not wish to see you here. You or anyone else....

Those last words had been ones that Judai had not meant to utter out loud -- yet it was almost akin to a natural reaction, a desire to speak his mind fully, to eliminate the deadening weight of everything that remained unsaid whenever he chose to talk. It was an unsettling feeling, one that seemed to have more of an external source, rather than an internal one -- yet all of the revelations that the compound had tossed at him within a small space of time had certainly been enough as to keep Judai from further analyzing the subtle energy that flowed through the air so freely.

Stepping across the threshold, he half-pushed, half-dragged the struggling little creature, giving it a small nudge into the hallway, gazing upon her with a thoroughly unreadable look.

"Now go."

And with that, Judai made certain to turn away and close the door behind him, ignoring her disappointed eyes.

[trouble_angel]

Misha stared long and hard at the closed door in front of her for a while. What was that all about? All she really needed was a place to set up, and...

Well, this wasn't going to be the end. She did not give up quite so easily, despite how she thought he was being particularly cruel at the moment. She knew humans had their flaws, some more glaring than others, but had never had such imperfections turned upon her own being before. Opening the door a crack, just loud enough to be heard, she poked her head around the door and stared in, waiting before giving a halfhearted smile.

"...Pleasey-please, su?"

[misguidedherald]

It appeared that the infuriating little thing simply did not know how to accept a refusal. Judai was quite certain that he had been more than explicit with the fact that he did not wish to share his private space with anyone -- least of all with one who simply did not know that it was very imprudent to insist in tugging at his already frayed nerves

[trouble_angel]

"...Whassamatter, su?" Misha prodded curiously, knowing she may very well be pushing her luck further than was necessary, but trying her best anyway. "You... seem kinda unhappy, su."

An understatement, definitely, but she knew she didn't mean it the way she knew he would probably take it. Even so, there weren't really any better words that she knew of to describe it. Well, maybe if she stated why she was here, he'd understand...?

"Well, um, I'm Misha, and I'm an angel, su! I got sent to the human world to get my angelic license, su! So can ya pleeeeeease help mes, su? Just so I can stay until I find Kotarou-kun, su? Pleasey-please-please?"

[misguidedherald]

There was far more truth in that single statement than the girl would ever know -- yet Judai was certainly not going to openly admit to such a thing. Yes, there was sadness within him -- covered by a dark shield of anger, pride, derision and contempt -- hidden from prying eyes. It was sadness gathered during lifetimes of loss, one which carried the marks of all those who had brought it about within him, seeming to weigh him down and to impede his breaths during sleep.

"Your words are little more than mere nonsense, child. Why should it matter to me what you are or what is that you are supposed to do?"

Not bothering to raise himself from the chair once more, Judai continued his examination of the Duel Disk, making certain that the sudden crash had not damaged it in any way, keeping his voice cold and neutral, hiding his own inner musings behind carefully-crafted shields, ones that had never failed him, in times when open emotion had been tantamount to death.

[trouble_angel]

"...I dunno, su. Cause I still kinda need a place to live until I find Kotarou-kun, su... Sacchan said I was s'posed to set up here, su."

Misha felt rather afraid of what would happen if he didn't cave eventually, and her words didn't seem to be affecting him much, at least from what she could tell. It was very disheartening... she really couldn't do much good to anyone by sleeping outside.

"...Are you okies, su?" she asked with concern lining her voice. He sure didn't seem too okay from her perspective, what with the way he was reacting to everything; or rather, not reacting at all.

[misguidedherald]

Concern... it was an emotion that had rarely been directed at him -- and those who had displayed it were either long dead or missing, separated from him by the dimensional walls which marked the border between this distopian universe and his own. In a sense, it was rather surprising to hear one ask such a question, on what seemed to be the candid, honest tone of a child, completely lacking in ulterior motives of any kind

[trouble_angel]

"It didn't seem so obvious to me, su... You don't seem okies, su."

Misha pushed further, still avoiding the idea of just giving up completely. "...I could live in another room, su? I thinks? I won't bother ya, I pwomise, su!" She tried giving him a reassuring, sincere smile and a tone that suggested she meant what she said completely, but felt herself slowing, weighed down with more and more disappointment.

"Oh, oh, and... if ya let me live here, I can help ya, su!" she added, desperately trying to appeal to him.