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All it was was a card with an equation. The answer was a certain room in Hogwarts. Enclosed was a request to solve the equation, then go to the room.

Matt was in there covered in ice cream toppings and waiting.<

I figured you'd want something more brutal than chocolate.
So Ofdensen got him sugar skulls and a digital recorder.

In the end, she was too shy to give the cake to him herself, so she just owled it.

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"No?" His fingers slid beneath the curtain of her hair and found the nape of her neck. He continued to stroke. "Why not?"

"It would be boring if everyone had your powers. And you're helping me so much." Mio clammed up after that for fear of saying too much.

Lezard gave a bitter chuckle. "I have helped you hardly at all." Had she noticed, yet, that her curse had proven contagious? He had not told her; perhaps she knew what to look for, and perhaps not.

Maybe. How far has his tattoo spread, enough that she'd see it?

Mio ducked her head in embarassment. "It feels like it, though." Then she winced, when she fell she hit the part of her back that had that strange tattoo on it.

He had been too candid. "I will keep trying," he assured her, and stood, offering a hand to raise her to her feet as well.

As Mio stood up, she said, "I really do hope you like the cake, though." She had worked hard on it, after all.

Unthinkably, he stumbled and leaned against the wall.

"Cake later," he said curtly, recovering his balance. "I must sleep."

Mio paled, and reached out to help Lezard. Something about this was nagging at the back of her head, but upon hearing the word 'sleep', she began to feel tired as well.

No, she didn't want to dream...

Oh, god.

"Lezard?" she asked in a quiet voice.

He glared at her. Refusing help, he forced himself upright. He knew from recent past experience that dematerialization would do nothing to help.

"Yes?"

He doesn't sleep that often. To need to do so, in the middle of the day, at the same time Mio needed to....

"Are you dreaming the same things I am?"

Oh god, she wouldn't be able to bear it if she caused him trouble.

"Not the same things." His face was hidden behind a fall of unkempt hair. Impatiently he cleared the hair from his eyes, shoved his glasses up the bridge of his nose into their proper position.

He knew she was waiting for an answer.

"Similar," he admitted, again curt. "Not the same."

Mio couldn't meet Lezard's eyes. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. I will go." She turned to leave.

"How can you leave? Then I will have no key to solve this, for you or for myself!" He teleported to the other side of her, not quite blocking her escape, but certainly standing in her path. Confused, angry, unsettled, he reached out his arms.

"Come with me."

Mio acquiesced, saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" repeatedly. She had never wanted him to suffer because of her, and now she was on the verge of tears.

"Whether you are sorry makes little difference." He sighed, and led her back to his rooms.

Mio still felt too much guilt. "Are you starting to get something on your body too?"

He looked at her sharply. "What do you mean?"

"Inside." Mio pushed him into his room and shut the door. Making sure it was locked, she lifted her shirt up, still leaving her in the camisole that she wore under it, but it showed enough of her shoulder that the beginnings of the snake and holly tattoo could be seen.

He was too tired, and too overwrought, to feel desire when she lifted her shirt. Still, being what he was, there had to be an element of prurience when he demanded: "Show me all of it."

Biting her lip, she took off her camisole. Now wearing only her bra on her upper body, the tattoo was very visible.

((fighting off earworm of "Red Dragon Tattoo" ... which I associate with a guy running around headless in the subterranean corridors of Kingdom Hospital ...)

Lezard took off his glasses. Wiped them on the cuff of his shirt. Put them back on.

Stared.

Cursed elaborately in three languages, two infernal and one aethereal.

"You should have told me," he said, finally. And yawned.

[[I read that as Kingdom Hearts and thought, man that would've been an awesome boss fight.]]

"Was too tired." Just like Mio was getting now. "And when I was awake you were gone." Not even bothering putting them back on she headed to the bed.

(( Only if it had Antubis (http://www.youtube.com/user/smilez1999a#p/u/59/4mY4zeL2H7k) as a summon monster ... actually that song is a recurring theme through a lot of wacky stuff in Kingdom Hospital, come to think of it ))

The time for courtesy and chivalry, even mock-chivalry, had passed. She'd infected him with some kind of curse, and now he needed to sleep, and he had no intention of giving up his bed for her. Nor did he have the energy to evict her, short of teleporting her away.

He needed to sleep. Now.

He followed her mutely to the bed and pitched forward, face-first, into the pillows.

Mio barely noticed, so far gone she was that she had drifted off.

Sleep did not provide the comfort she had wanted.

She kept running through rooms and rooms, looking for something that was on the tip of her tongue, finding herself going further and further into the manor-no, underground? Mio didn't even know where she was anymore. It actually looked like the path to the Hellish Abyss. But that was impossible.

Wasn't it?

Mio ran down the pathway, ignoring every ghost, until she stopped at the last torii gate.

A lone crimson butterfly was fluttering around the abyss.

"MAYU!"

Mio shot up, her cry of "MAYU!" on her lips, for anyone to hear. She bent over almost double as her back hurt, the tattoo spreading across her back.

The cry did not bring him out of sleep, precisely. He perceived it still in the halls of the otherworldly manor, a shriek that pierced the air. Mayu, echoed the walls. Mayu... the echo took on a note the initial cry did not have, a sort of gloating amusement.

In the dream world, Lezard's sorcery had no power. (Why?) He could not teleport away, could not silence the voice or voices, could not set the halls aflame or bring the walls down. He sensed ... certain presences. Inimical presences. He had killed, and felt no remorse, but he could understand that his victims might harbor enmity for this. He had always relied on the unending law: when a soul cycled through rebirth, it forgot the experiences of its past bodies in joining with the new. To be safe, he preferred to obliterate the souls of his victims, but sometimes this was impossible, for tactical or other reasons.

Luring Lenneth by committing the murder of Lorenta, for example -- for that, Lorenta's soul had to remain intact.

The especially infuriating thing about the dream manor was that he could not identify just who these beings were. They hid; they delighted in teasing, mocking, lurking just beyond his ability to discern, and he could not draw them out, powerless as he was.

Who were they, and how could they dare to stand against him? And what were they going to do when they tired of toying with him ...

Sleep released Lezard as suddenly as it had claimed him, as though there were some hidden and mindless timer dictating the length of these fugues. The skin of his arm burned beneath layers of shirt; gasping, he struggled to free himself from the garment entirely, to rid himself of the irritation of cloth rasping against branded flesh. Mio might as well have been somewhere else entirely, for all the attention he paid. He might not even be noticing her presence, at this moment.

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