Part 2
Izzy walked towards his old apartment. He smiled slightly, knowing it was no longer only his apartment. Sora had been so nervous about their relationship she had needed Izzy to take that extra step to prove to her that he cared.
So Izzy had offered to share his living quarters and Sora had moved in. Izzy had sincerely hoped it would lay to rest all of Sora's worries and anxieties.
Izzy walked into his apartment and kicked off his shoes, placing them into the closet along with his light summer jacket. He turned to go great Sora in the living room and apologizing for being late and was greeted by a fist.
Izzy stumbled backwards, blinking rapidly trying to straighten out his sight well enough to tell who his attacker was. His first thoughts were that they were being robbed and Sora was hurt.
"Sora!?" Izzy yelped stunned beyond belief.
"Don't you have any decency? Why didn't you call me and let me know you were coming home late? I was worried about you!"
"I'm sorry Sora, but I'm only fifteen minutes late. I didn't think that it was a substantial enough amount of time to get worked up over." Sora stared at him piecing together what he meant slowly.
"Why wouldn't I get worked up. Any number of things could have happened to you."
"I am truly sorry Sora, I'll try and remember to call you next time," Izzy said finally standing up and placing his hands on Sora's trembling arms.
"You had better remember." There was a pause while Sora studied Izzy's face critically. "You're bleeding, I'm sorry I hit you."
"It's all right," Izzy assured her. He led her to the living room and sat her on the couch and went to wash the blood off his face. Sora had split his lip. As he dabbed at the wound with a towel his mind flashed to the picture of pure rage on Sora's face. For a minute she hadn't looked like she had been worried.
But that couldn't be right, it had been his distorted vision. He dismissed the thought, she wouldn't do it again he was sure.
Sora sat on the couch, rubbing her fist, hitting him had felt so good. But she couldn't do it again, it was wrong. She couldn't hit Izzy, not like she had been hit, she knew how it felt to be abused.
But the release had been pure bliss.
Izzy walked towards his old apartment. He smiled slightly, knowing it was no longer only his apartment. Sora had been so nervous about their relationship she had needed Izzy to take that extra step to prove to her that he cared.
So Izzy had offered to share his living quarters and Sora had moved in. Izzy had sincerely hoped it would lay to rest all of Sora's worries and anxieties.
Izzy walked into his apartment and kicked off his shoes, placing them into the closet along with his light summer jacket. He turned to go great Sora in the living room and apologizing for being late and was greeted by a fist.
Izzy stumbled backwards, blinking rapidly trying to straighten out his sight well enough to tell who his attacker was. His first thoughts were that they were being robbed and Sora was hurt.
"Sora!?" Izzy yelped stunned beyond belief.
"Don't you have any decency? Why didn't you call me and let me know you were coming home late? I was worried about you!"
"I'm sorry Sora, but I'm only fifteen minutes late. I didn't think that it was a substantial enough amount of time to get worked up over." Sora stared at him piecing together what he meant slowly.
"Why wouldn't I get worked up. Any number of things could have happened to you."
"I am truly sorry Sora, I'll try and remember to call you next time," Izzy said finally standing up and placing his hands on Sora's trembling arms.
"You had better remember." There was a pause while Sora studied Izzy's face critically. "You're bleeding, I'm sorry I hit you."
"It's all right," Izzy assured her. He led her to the living room and sat her on the couch and went to wash the blood off his face. Sora had split his lip. As he dabbed at the wound with a towel his mind flashed to the picture of pure rage on Sora's face. For a minute she hadn't looked like she had been worried.
But that couldn't be right, it had been his distorted vision. He dismissed the thought, she wouldn't do it again he was sure.
Sora sat on the couch, rubbing her fist, hitting him had felt so good. But she couldn't do it again, it was wrong. She couldn't hit Izzy, not like she had been hit, she knew how it felt to be abused.
But the release had been pure bliss.