Quincy Arrow and Reaper Sword

     Kara gave her hair one more thorough brushing, and touched up her make up. She had put on a soft pink lipstick that matched the knee length dress. It was a strapless with no sleeves. The fabric was a soft silk like material. Tonight her hair was left down to curtain around her shoulders. Her phone vibrated as she slipped into a pair of black wedges. Iyoriu: on my way, I Hope you're ready." A smile tugged at the edges of my mouth. I responded: just waiting on you." I had just hit send when there was a knock at the door. I grabbed my small black purse from my bed, heading down.

    My brother had already answered the door. The two of them were talking, although her brother seemed to be trying to come off as intimidating. Something that he definitely wasn't. Iyoriu had neatly combed his spiky orange hair back, and was wearing a red t- shirt paired with a black suit jacket with slacks. He noticed her standing on the states, giving her a sly smile. Her brother noticed her as well, although he seemed a little less pleased with my choice of clothing. I patted him on the shoulder as I took Iyoriu's hand. " Don't worry, if he steps out of line I'm sure I can take him." He laughed at that, "Don't worry i'm sure my mom would beat you to it."  He opened the car door for me, before slipping into the driver's seat.

    The Ford 1969 black mustang with a single red stripe down the middle, somehow still had the new car smell. He had it restored, along with the interior. They engine roared to life, giving a deep purr as they pulled out. "You still haven't told me where we're going." He tapped the steering wheel with his index finger, as the car took a smooth almost fluid turn. " Toshiro and Viktor wanna have us over for dinner." She resisted the urge to chew her lip. It had been nearly six years since they had cleaned up her mess. Most of the soul reapers hadn't been very forgiving, however Iyoriu's family seemed to have some serious pull. Toshiro hadn't seemed like the kind to hold a grudge, but that didn't help ease her nerves any. She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts, she didn't notice that they.had arrived.

   He lead he to the front door, while every fiber of her being yelled to run. Toshiro opened the door before they even knocked. His cheeks where slightly red, and he had to straighten the dark blue tie that he paired with the white suit, and blue vest. "Please come in, everything.is just about ready. Viktor was in the kitchen. A blur of movement as he prepared several different dishes. He wore a simple black T-shirt and a pair of faded jeans. He barely glanced at any of them as he worked. She got the feeling this was more Toshiro's idea. He didn't seem the social type.

    The dining room table was set with a silver cloth, and a golden candle in its center. They sat as Toshiro poured them all a glass of sweet smelling dark red wine. When he sat his eyes slowly traced over every inch of her. If it had been anyone else she might have thought he was checking her out. His eyes however, where cold as they studied her. Viktor walked in setting various plates and small bowls down. " Toshiro, don't scare her off." He glanced up at the taller man, " what do you mean?" He rolled his eyes. " Iyoriu, you've known him longer than me, is he always so obvious?" The question received a chuckle from him," yeah he's great in a fight, but he's about as social as you." Toshiro shrugged, " I'm cautious, that's all. " Viktor looked at her, " what would you like to try first?" She took on the variety of foods in front of her. There was stake, several kinds of vegetables dishes, crab cakes, shrimp puffs, and scallops. Everything looked so great, she didn't know what to say.  He chuckled," She reminds me of you the first time you saw me cook."

    " Well excuse me, if I didn't expect the nearly alcoholic, and microwave king to be a five star chef." Iyoriu cut in, " you mean like when you see a kid with his mom, then realize he's a captain?" Viktor burst into laughter as he made her a plate with a little of everything. " That's not funny, I earned that position it's not my fault I'm so talented." His partner leaned in lightly kissing his cheek," very talented." Toshiro's eyes widened, and he nearly shot wine from his nose. Making her laugh, as well as relax a bit. The rest of the evening went by in a blurry of sweet alcohol, savory food and laughing. They ended up spending the night, due to the wine. Where she fell asleep against his chest. In the security of his arms.