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Easiest. Kidnapping. Ever. [active]

Character(s): Mao and Yorda (anyone else?)
Content: Yorda is afraid! Mao's answer? Kidnapping! 8D
Setting: Genie and Urd's place, M6...again.
Time: Week 26
Warnings: Mao... Some more.

It didn't matter what was up with Yorda, really, though Mao had to admit that she was acting really weird. Sure, the goddess and the genie were annoying, but the more Mao--reluctantly--came into contact with the two, the more he came to realize that they were pretty much harmless, or at least were definitely not scary enough to warrant that kind of reaction out of Yorda. On the bright side, Yorda's current behavior was the perfect opportunity to get the two of them back for the misinformation about the surgery. Yes, he had gotten other rewards out of the incident, but the surgery was the part he had been really waiting for! He hadn't gotten a chance to do anything like that in this city! Even if what he had gotten had been kind of interesting too, it was the principle of the matter!

The point was, Mao was going to get them back, and considering how he had planned to grab Yorda for awhile now, this was just killing two birds with one stone, wasn't it? Opportunities just seemed to keep falling into his lap lately, didn't they? It almost made Mao wonder what the catch was.

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Yorda had simply locked herself in her room, the window open in case she needed to run. Thankfully, none of her companions had knocked on her door or spoken to her since she'd done it, and so the girl had spent the time trying to calm down and telling herself that Mao would be there soon. She didn't think he would leave her, at least, and while she couldn't understand the uneasy feeling gnawing in the pit of her stomach, she did know what it meant: she needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

So she waited, curled up near the window, her journal in hand lest she forget it.

Mao hid behind a nearby bush, holding onto one arm of his glasses as he scanned the building for a way in. The front door would be way too obvious, too much of a chance of getting caught, and while he was sure that Yorda wouldn't have a problem with that, Mao would rather not have to deal with any interruptions in his mission. He dodged from bush to bush, examining each side of the building until he finally noticed it--an open window. "Perfect," Mao whispered to himself, the faint artificial light of the domes glaring off of his glasses.

Taking one last look around to make certain no one was looking, Mao crossed the distance between the bush and the home, leaping the remaining distance up to the window and sliding in with ease. A flawless entry.

It wasn't long before he noticed a shadow on the ground, and Mao immediately whipped his head up to see who it belonged to. "Oh, it's you," he deadpanned. "Good. Get together everything you need and we'll get out of here." He crossed his arms. "And this is a kidnapping, okay? You're being kidnapped. I'm stealing you and taking you somewhere else."

Yorda started when Mao entered the room, all but leaping to her feet. She took a few steps back, paler than usual with fright, before she recognized him and smiled, more brightly than she had in days. "It is you," she said simply as she took his hand. The princess was so happy to see him that she'd forgotten his dislike of being touched for the moment. "I am ready."

The glowing girl glanced around herself in order to make sure nobody else was watching. Of course, no one was, so she nodded to Mao. "I am ready." She wanted to ask why Mao was so insistent on calling it a kidnapping - not to mention what a kidnapping was - but she was so glad to see him that she said nothing.

Mao tore his hand away from hers, staring at Yorda like she was crazy. He hadn't said she could touch her like that! What the hell was she thinking?! At least it seemed like she was going to be pretty low maintenance for this trip if she wasn't going to even bring anything along.

What was with that weird smile?

"Good." He nodded and glanced toward the window. It was going to be a bit difficult to get out of here again, wasn't it? They could try and leave through the front door, but that would probably be even more difficult. "Nn. All right, I'm going to go back out the window. You wait for me to wave you down and drop down after. I'll..." He made a disgusted face, far from pleased with the plan. Of course this would be the easiest way to do it. "catch you, I guess." It wasn't like she was a demon. She would probably break her legs if she tried, Mao imagined.

"But no more touching after that, got it?"

Oh, dear. Yorda blinked at Mao, a little bemused - she'd forgotten his mannerisms a bit, having gone without seeing him for awhile. She nodded, peering out of her window. She could see the bottom, not terribly far from there. She had jumped further distances in the castle, but Mao had said he would catch her, so she merely stood aside and waited for him to go through the window. "I will wait for you," she replied. "Do not worry."

Despite her feel, Yorda felt affection and gratitude towards Mao; for all his quirks and his brusque manner, he had come to get her, and judging by the way he spoke to her, it was quite the inconvenience. Yorda looked at the ground for a moment. "I am sorry to cause you so much trouble," she said.

"D, Don't apologize!" Mao was quick to say once the act had already been performed. "We don't have time for that kind of thing. Just... wait by the window." Mao slipped through the opening and landed on the ground with a soft thud. He took a quick survey of the area, just to make sure no one had caught him yet, and once he was certain, he turned back toward the window, waving for Yorda to come out, too.

It was a good thing she was being a good sport about this. Made things a lot easier on him.

"Are you not angry?" Yorda asked. But it was too late; Mao had slipped through the window and leapt to the ground. Once he landed, Yorda leaned out of the window, looking for his wave. It came, and Yorda jumped easily out of the window, completely trusting in Mao and his ability to catch her.

It was nice being able to trust again; she had been far too frightened since the fog had overtaken the city at night to believe in anyone she lived with. But why?

Mao quickly stepped forward to catch Yorda as she fell, righting her once she had landed in his arms. Huh. She was lighter than he had expected her to be. Not that that was saying much, but...

"Okay, let's get going before we're noticed. Come on," he said quickly before hurrying off in the direction of St. Destino. She would know the way, right? It wasn't like she hadn't been to his lab before or anything. Although he was thinking of having Yorda light the way again or something. What was with this sudden fog, anyway? It just appeared out of nowhere. At least it always seemed to be gone by morning.

Yorda smiled at Mao when he caught her, easily regaining her balance once he set her back on her feet. She nodded to him and ran after him, easily keeping up with the demon. Although she couldn't see very well in the fog, Mao was easy to spot. She felt uneasiness gnawing at her stomach as she breathed in the fog, giving a soft cry of fear and glancing behind her to make sure they weren't being followed.

"We must hurry," she said, sounding as small and frightened as she had on the message boards."Please."

Mao glanced back from time to time, unable to ignore the fearful noises that were coming from behind him. How could he? They were getting on his nerves. What was going on with her? There wasn't even anything around in this fog. Nothing whose presence he could sense, anyway. Nothing to worry about.

"What do you think I'm doing? It's going to take awhile to get there no matter what. If you want me to run faster, fine, but you'd better keep up."

"I will keep up," Yorda reassured him. She'd never had a problem keeping up with Ico, at least. As long as Mao didn't move like the Master - leaping about, from building to tree and so on - the princess was confident she could keep up with him. All she knew about the situation right now was that she was frightened to the point where she would do almost anything to stop the fear from intensifying. She didn't even know why she was feeling this way; it had simply hit her one night, not long ago, and it had only gotten worse from there.

It wasn't too long before the two managed to make it to the hospital Mao currently lived in. Since her last visit, Yorda might have noticed that the abandoned wing of hospital had a slightly more homey feel to it, or as much as it could be. A few pieces of trash were scattered on the floor, some more concentrated in one place than others, along with a few books Mao had stolen from a few bookstores, discarded haphazardly whenever the young demon would lose interest. On a few of the crumpled up pieces of paper, doodles could be seen, some that loosely resembled blueprints, others that just seemed to be the product of boredom. A few others contained glimpses of discarded notes and experimentation ideas. A blanket and pillow lay on the hospital bed Mao had appropriated as his own in a rather messy fashion (it only made sense that one who had been as committed to the ways of the Honor Student as Mao wouldn't even make a passing attempt at making his own bed). Over to the side, on one of the tables in the room, a device looking much like what some would recognize as a PSP lay in pieces, carefully taken apart. Various tools and notes surrounded it--Mao's current project.

"I guess I'll have to go find another bed. And an empty room. There are probably some blankets around here somewhere," Mao said, mostly to himself, crossing his arms and staring at the floor in thought. He hadn't even thought about telling Almaz and Beryl someone else was going to be staying here now.

Once they got to the hospital, Yorda realized her fear had faded. She felt safe around Mao, and now that she wasn't around Urd, Genie, and Belldandy, she knew she was safe. The reasons as to why she had been so afraid were still mysteries; Yorda only knew she didn't want to go back now. The girl looked around, taking a few steps away from Mao as she examined the blueprints. Not that she had any idea in the slightest as to what they were, but they looked interesting.

Yorda looked to Mao. "You do not have to worry," she said. "If it is troublesome for you, I can sleep on the floor." She had always done that in the castle, at least - although Urd had refused to allow Yorda to do such a thing, even though Yorda had slept outside for awhile after she had entered the city.

There was some relief in the fact that Yorda didn't seem to be panicking anymore. Mao hadn't really been sure what to think of all of that. It was weird, especially since she seemed to be acting pretty normal now. As normal as someone like Yorda got. He looked back over at her and narrowed his eyes, more for analyzation than out of any irritation with the girl. Definitely weird. But maybe just coincidence? He'd have to keep an eye on her. Something was just... off about the whole situation, whether it lead to him getting something out of it or not.

"Someone will say something," Mao said. "And I don't want to have to deal with any complaints from anyone else if I don't have to." He was probably already going to get an earful from Beryl once she caught wind of this. "Besides, you're staying in another room. It's not like there isn't a lot of them around here to take."

Yorda gave a quiet sigh of relief without realizing it, glad the source of her fear was away from her. Now that her head was clearer, she wondered what had happened - but no. Just thinking about Urd, Genie and Belldandy sent shivers running down her spine. She didn't want to think about them right now; she couldn't. Her attention snapped back to Mao as he spoke, and she nodded. "I do not wish to cause you trouble," she said, looking down for a moment. "I will be glad to stay in another room, if that is what you wish."

She looked back to Mao and smiled. "And if I am to stay here, will I be able to help you?"

Was she still going on about that? He kidnapped her of his own free will. What, did she plan on starting her own trouble? Not that Mao thought she even could. Unless she just up and disappeared like she did last time. It felt like this girl had the attention span of a gnat sometimes.

But still, if she was offering, who was Mao to give up such a convenient offer? "Let's see..." He thought on the matter for a moment. What did he want from her. "I could always use an assistant." A lot of the mad scientists in his comic books had them, and considering the looks Almaz tended to get on his face whenever Mao started talking about his experiments, it would probably be better to strike the Ex-Fake Hero off his list of options pretty quickly. Plus, Yorda could provide a little extra light if he needed it. He just hoped she wouldn't ask too many questions of him while he was working.

Yorda nodded, having learned quite a few terms. It was rarer, now, for her to encounter a word she didn't recognize (though there were still some she had yet to learn), which meant there were a lot less questions in everyday conversation. "I would like that," she replied, "And I am glad to be able to help." She stepped closer to Mao, looking around the room again. She would to clean up the area when she could; maybe Mao didn't have enough time in between experiment to do so. Besides, it was nice to be useful.

And the lack of questioning, Mao was more than happy for, though it would take a little getting used to.

...Did he really just think that?

"Good," he said. "Because that's what you're going to be doing. Just make sure that when I'm in the middle of an experiment that you don't touch anything, okay? I don't want to have anything get screwed up because you can't keep your hands to yourself." Which, considering how touchy-feely Yorda seemed to be, was a pretty hard thing for her to do in and of itself.

"I will be careful," Yorda promised, though her nose wrinkled a little at the unfamiliar term. "What is 'screwed up'?" She also didn't understand how she couldn't keep her hands to herself, as they were attached, but she had learned that most people didn't like it when she asked more than one question every so often. Her curiosity regarding that would just have to wait - or perhaps she could ask on the message board.

"What are experiments?" On second thought, maybe she could ask more questions, as long as they pertained to the subject at hand...

Oh, there they were. "Messing something up or breaking something," Mao clarified, and took a minute to think of how to explain what experiments were. Or what his version of experiments were, anyway.

"When you want to find out how something works or how something will work if you do a certain thing to it," he finally decided on. "Like put different things in their body or make them run around in order to test out something you made."

"I will be careful to not make a mess or break anything," Yorda assured Mao. She had learned to serve meals and pour tea while living with Urd, and she had learned enough of what not to do to be careful with whatever she was handling. She looked steadily at Mao, completely calm again as she listened to him. "I understand," she told him. It sounded simple enough, even though Yorda had never made anything except tea and sandwiches. "If that is an experiment," Yorda wondered aloud, "then are the recipes I have been taught experiments, as well?" Genie had been teaching her how to cook before she had become frightened of him, and Yorda had learned quickly.

"Recipes? ...What kind of recipes?" She probably wouldn't know how to make spiderweb cookies, but regular cookies might work too. He never had managed to get any of them out of Princess when she was around. Or from anyone else. Mao wondered if there was even anyone around here who knew how to make them.

"I know many kinds of recipes," came the reply. Had Yorda been more knowledgeable of social interaction she would have asked what Mao wanted, but as things were, she would simply have to learn as she went along. She had mostly learned from listening to instructions and mimicking what others (mostly Genie) had done, rather than from reading any book on the subject.

Mao stood there for a few moments in silence, waiting to see if she would elaborate any further, but it soon became obvious that she was going to do no such thing. "Like what?" came the next impatient question.

Yorda blinked, needing to take a moment to think about things. "I know soups," she began, "and salads. I know how to make desserts, but I do not know how to make cakes yet. I know how to make noodles, but not rice..." she trailed off, gesturing, realizing she knew more recipes than Mao likely wanted to hear at the moment.

((Fffff... Sorry for the delay, Flight, I thought the reply about cookies went after yours and it disappeared. Was waiting for it to come back only to realize that it was there the whole time. 8D;;))

One word in particular immediately caught Mao's attention. "Desserts?" he echoed, turning around to face her. Good. There was a chance! A slim chance, but it was still possible! "What about cookies?" he asked. "You know how to make spiderweb cookies?"

That was slightly less possible, but dammit, he had been waiting for those cookies for a long time.

Edited 2010-11-14 05:27 (UTC)

Yorda nodded. "I know how to make cookies," she replied, her nose wrinkling a little in confusion. "I do not know their names." She had been too busy learning the recipes to ask Genie for their names - and besides, knowing Genie, he would have come up with a dozen or so different names. Best to simply make them and then ask someone else what they were. Perhaps the recipe for spiderweb cookies was one she knew, but she wouldn't know until she tried it.

Damn. But... "Close enough. Then you making cookies is officially part of the agreement. As long as you stay here, you get to make them," he said, nodding as though he had come to a decision with some sort of invisible council. "I'll just have to find a spot where you can do that." There had to be kitchens somewhere in this hospital, right?

Yorda nodded. "I will make them for you," she replied with a smile. She was happy; here, she would be safe, and she would be able to help, something she'd been wanting to do but hadn't been able to since she came, with the exception of bringing food to the Master or helping Genie with the occasional meal. As a matter of fact, since she had learned to cook, that had mostly been what Yorda had been doing. "What else will I do?" She knew she was becoming Mao's assistant, but she didn't yet know exactly what that entailed.

Oh, she was still offering to do stuff? He had thought the cookies and assisting with stuff in the lab were good enough, but if she was going to keep offering to do more, he wasn't about to say no. But... what else did he want her to do? "Anything else I come up with." That was a good response. Covered everything he could ever ask in the future and didn't hold him to anything specific. Perfect.

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