The Church

His mind was full of things from his past and his one regret his brother's love he looked at the glass like it was moving. what is this why is it here what is it for how does it work? are some the many questions he would ask god if he ever met him and on more why

"Ah you can pick up on subtleties like that my dear.." He looks at her hoping to get her name. "I don't believe I have your name."

I do. It is part of my training.
*continues to smile at him*
Is it not customary to give your own name, before asking for another's?

Noah was taken aback by her remark she had manners okay ones so far which more he could say for other people.
"You are the first Person I have met that knows of that custom then again," He paused and smiled, "You are the first persons name I have asked for" he tilted his head to get a better look at her when he spoke. It is not often when he uses his Japanese name. He bowed placing his left hand over his heart and outstretching his right hand and closed his eyes. he spoke his name in a slow smooth voice. " I am Nowatanabe Watanuki "he raised his head and places out his right hand in a handshake."and it a pleasure to meet you."

It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Nowatanabe.
*smiles and bows to him as well, my hands by my side*
I am Masako Moriko.
*stands up straight*
Masako, meaning justice and Moriko meaning forest child.

He places his hands in his pockets and marvels at her very different bow it was how he was going to bow but he didn't think that style of bow had enough flair for his tastes but she bowed deep. All Noah could think were Naughty thoughts while she bowed. "My how very Japanese of you." he thought. "If my name is to over the top you could just call me Noah Koari-san." He said to her as she rose Then looked at her. "No Honorifics please."

It is not, I shall continue to call you Nowatanabe.
*smiles at him with my eyes closed*
Ah, I apologize.

"H mm what are you apologizing for I don't mind spending time in the house of worship speaking to gods and." he looks at her and winks, "goddesses" he smiled at her he shouldn't he was in the house of god and it doesn't bod well with him to attempt sin in such a place, even demons and devils head the word of god and who was he to disobey such a high order Well he was Nowatanabe Watanuki the world was his playground and his power as a man in position in the world gave him the right to challenge god in his house. Noah a man who with his will can summon the power of a god Its just desire now but perhaps soon it will be more.

He looks to her placing his hand on her shoulder and just smiling

*look at his hand and then back at him smiling and then giggles at the Goddess comment*
Ah, I see.
*turns my head to look around*
Just enjoy looking at the beauty of the church.

He noticed her turn away perhaps she misunderstood his comment so he would not correct her instead he will play the innocent one until she asked. "Did I say something to upset you?" he asked wondering why she wouldn't face him even though she coldly told him look elsewhere for his fun.

*looks back at him smiling*
No, not at all. Why do you ask?

"Well you told me to admire the beauty of the church then you hid from me." He smiled "You didn't think that I wouldn't pursuer the the most beautiful thing here if you hid" he places his hand oh her shoulder once more, "It was like you told me to admire you." he paused like he was thinking of something to say but he knew what it was before he paused the pause was to a make it sound more from the heart than what it really was. "It is not like you make it hard to admire you."

*blinks a few times, wide eyed at him and then giggles*
I believe you have misread me. I merely wanted to look at the churches beauty. I was not trying to hide from you, I have no reason to.
*looks at the window and then back at him*
I believe there are things here more beautiful then I.
*tilts my head to the side, smiling at him, my eyes narrow*
You are easy to admire as well.

His eyes widened somewhat from he bold declaration, He was used to giving compliments and not receiving them it tends to go subtle compliment. mixed in with an normal conversation but if you listen closely you might spot the growing number of swoons from the female as he jumps the gun on this one you might just witness cock block by ego.

"Well I try to look good whenever I can. I mean you look good as well, but you are a female you can look good while wearing a door not that you should ever wear a door just take my word for it. but back to me yes I am very beautiful.

*chuckles*
Ah, I see. You are beautiful, but that is only part of the reason why I admire you.

He is a man that is used to having his ego stroked as well as other places but he is usually the one doing the stroking of his ego not the other places. So he decided to play dumb once more and answer from that.

He steps closer to her and looks her in the eyes and asked "What is about me that you admire so?" he tried to look confused but if came out looking like a dog begging for his treat.

*smiles with my eyes open and looks up at him, my eyes meeting his*
Your personality. I admire that and your looks.

Well he is admired for something that is not permanent and shit no lower than shit If you have a choice between the two go for the shit because shit won't lie to you shit wont leave for you best friend and shit won't leave you poor. the only advantage his personality has over shit is the fact that he might not kill you.

He smiled at her comment and moved in closer to her ear, "You know what I admire about you my Dea(goddess) its not you looks at all its your power you exude it with every breath, every heartbeat, every aspect of you is power." He whispered every word airy but the hopes that the meaning would hit its mark.

*smiles with my eyes open*
Ah, you think so? Thank you.
*chuckles a bit*

He continues to whisper too her, "I don't think so my dear I know so." he moves his head back from her ear to look her in the face he places his fingers under her chin and lifts her head to mere centimeter of his own. their faces are so close that a stiff breeze or gentle bump would place them into a lover's embrace. he looks her in the eye and speaks still in whispers "Would you be willing to lend me some of you power?" It was on purpose he placed their face so close she would have to take the final step.

*narrows my eyes*
My power... belongs to only me. I am afraid lending it would be out of the question.

The words took a second to sink in like he has never heard them before that was a rejection. His face twisted up like a child who just found out that there was no Santa and he lost his composure slightly. It took all in his being not to call her a bitch at the very tops of his lungs on this hallowed grounds. So he called her something else. his voice was no longer sweet and soft and full of love it was now full venom and vile bile conjured from the pits of his own hurt pride and hell.

He simply whispered ,"salope!(you bitch!)as he removed his fingers from the bottom of her chin.

C'est le nom d'une chienne, qui est ce que je ne suis pas.
*smiles at him, my eyes closed*
Mais nous faisons tous des erreurs, n'est-ce pas?

Well that made him feel stupid and no amounts of his pride as a aristocrat could save him from that humiliation he had been beaten broken and scared. and just plan stupefied he couldn't think straight. "Yes we all make mistakes." droned from his lips as he made his way like a zombie to the door. He couldn't believe her gall to take an insult from him at face value but he was too broken to be upset. I hope to Never see you again, were the words he wanted to say to her but Good bye came out instead. as he made his way to the door knocking over a small alter boy on his storm out from that place and he hopes to never endure a nightmare like that ever again.

*watches him, confused and tilts my head to the side*
Leaving so soon? Is there something wrong Nowatanabe?

Noah was in slight nervousness for reasons unknown to him his sixth sense for trouble has been like Cassandra always right but never listened too, It warned of a wake of pain he was not quite ready for, for a loss he never before knew it was a letter giving to him by an carrier and there it was the letter smelling of his beloved but marked with simplicity with the simple words we need to talk on the letter she choose the place to meet where they first met but his face was bold cold and stern like he was ready for the war.