Goujun sat, at least he WAS sitting up now. That in itself was an improvement considering many things. Two days ago, he was falling from the sky, something, big, and red was carrying him.... Maybe? Then he hit the ground. Pain, then blackness. Now, he was sitting up, in a lumpy bed in a room full of lumpy beds. In his lap, a bowl of hot soup. The old lady who walks slow, she brings him soup, and pillows, and checks in on him now and then. Goujun is quite angry. He can't recall anything before waking up here. Nothing, but his name. Goujun. Goujun is in the Displacement Center. Where all the homeless and confused new arrivals end up.

Doku steps into the Center, carrying a couple of arangments donated to brighten the place up a bit, he stops to talk to the old lady, see where she wants the flowers.

Goujun finishes the soup, and sets the bowl aside. He flips off the blanket of the bed, and swings his legs over the side, toes in white socks just touching the floor of the high bed. Everything about him is white. The loose fitting white drawstring pants, the oversized shirt, the socks, his skin. His skin is white, his eyes red with glowing yellow pupils. His long hair, white and cut short in the front with fangs of hair along the sides of his face, and the back long, braided neatly by the Old Lady after he was bathed the day before. Or was it three? He is not sure. Sighing, he looks out the dingy window nearby, at the city beyond. It does not look familiar.

Doku catches sight of the man, pausing his conversation then asking a question, smiling to the old lady before handing her one of the arangments and starting towards the man on the bed. "Hello."

Goujun is still looking out the window, staring, sighing, and it takes a moment before he realizes he has been spoken to. He scowls intially, glaring at the other, but then, something gives him cause to pause. The ears of the other... they... are like his. As he thinks about this, he lifts a hand up and runs his finger tips along the edge of his right ear. He blinks, looking at the other with a more curious expression now. "Hello......" he says slowly after a pause.

Doku watches the movement, the way he traces his ear, noting the similarities. "Well you don't look like any youkai that I've seen, what's your name?" He sets the arangment down on a table, watching the stranger.

"You...kai?" he repeats slowly in a soft, but confident sounding voice. He can be commanding when he needs to be, assertive, but not now. He has forgotten how to be like that. "What is a Youkai?" he asks, chosing to avoid answering the similar strangers question for the moment.

He's been asked that question a lot lately. "It's what I am. I'm Dokugakuji."

Goujun nods slowly, opening looking at the features of the other, noting the similarities, and the differences. He then moves his hand to rest on the tanned arm of the other. "If I am a Youkai, Dokugakuji...." he says slowly, but in that elegant dialect of his, "Then I am .... a different... " he pauses, chosing the words carefully, "Type..." he settles on, then looks Doku in the eyes, "I am Goujun...." he says watching the other closely.

He smiles reasuringly. "So when did you get here?" He's perfectly accepting that he might be a different type, looking into his eyes, unfazed by the yellow on red. "You do look kind of familar, but I'm not sure I remember how..."

Goujun glances around the room, then back to the other before answering. "I know I have been here a few days. I was hurt when.... When I came here." he says, confused. That is easy to see. He holds up his other arm, and a bandage is wrapped on the forearm, wrist to elbow, and when he turns his head slightly, the white skin on the left side is marred with bruising along his jaw and under his eye. "I will live, I am sure. But I am still in some pain..." he says, then sets his arm back down.

He flinches slightly at the evidence of his injuries, knowing what it's like all too well. "Listen, if you want a place to stay I've got room, I mean it's not exactly a palace, but it's got a few more comforts, and more privacy, then this place"

Goujun cants his head slightly to the side, interested in what the other has to say. "You, would take me into your home." he asks, then the slightest bit of a smile crosses his face, exposing bright white teeth. "How kind of you Dokugakuji..." he smiles, he seems genuinely, pleased by the offer.

"I had some help when I first got here, it's strange, isn't it? This place. I mean I guess it's a possibility that you'd try and kill me in my sleep, but you don't look the type" He grins. "Do you have any medicines or stuff you need to bring with you? Any other things?"

Goujun glances to the table beside the bed, and lifts his chin at the bottle there. "Some things for pain... That is all they give me..." he explains, then turns back to the other. "Why would I want to kill you for being kind to me?" he asks, white eyebrows knitting in confusion.

"It was a joke. So where are you from? And we can head back to my place as soon as you're ready, that was my last delivery, I just have to return the golf cart" Yes, the sooner the horrid pink thing is back hidden in its garage, the better.

"From?" he repeats, then a lost expression passes across his oddly colored eyes. "I have no idea anymore..." he confesses, then placing his hands on the bed on either side of his legs, he pushes himself up to stand, he is fairly steady, but weakened by his injuries. "But I would like to go with you Dokugakuji... I would like to leave here.... it does not suit me." he says with a tone of disgust in his eyes.

He stands close, ready to offer a hand if it's needed. "I can see that. You look like you belong somewhere much nicer than this, you're too... "He fishes for the correct word. "Elegent"

Goujun looks to Doku again, and once more, the slight smile appears, and he does appear to have fangs, sharp teeth like Dokugakuji. "Am I so? Elegant?" he smiles, and steps toward the other. He steps slowly, wincing a bit. It appears he is bruised on his legs as well, but he is not in a cast or other orthopedic device. "I like that you think I am elegant." he adds, smiling, and locking eyes with the other. He seems quite pleased indeed.

He smiles as well, reaching to brush a bit of that pure white hair out of his eyes. "It suits you, Goujun." He lets him walk on his own, not wanting to offend his pride as they start outside the building. He keeps his pace slow, close at hand should Goujun need his assistance.

Goujun took the pain killers, putting them in his pocket before leaving the ward with his new friend. He appreciates the concern the other is showing, without making him feel feeble. Goujun walks slowly, casually, trying not to show pain, or cause himself more. With a moderate pace, soon he and the other are outside the Displacement Center, on a side street of the huge city. "Ah... outside again..." he comments, looking around, sniffing at the air.

"And that.." He waves a hand to indicate the pinkkittygolfcart "Is our transfortation for now. One of the downsides to working in a flower shop, you don't always get to choose your vehicle"

Goujun looks, horrified. Even in his mentally deficient state, he turns aghast to Dokugakuji. "You ride about on.... THAT?" he asks, shocked, and points with his unbandaged hand. "That.... that is...." he stops, then starts to laugh. It is a strange, high pitched laughter, definitly not that of a human.

Doku blushes bright red. "I wasn't the one who painted it! I didn't even know it existed before I got talked into doing deliveries, it isn't my fault!" He stays bright red, but after a moment he can't help laughing as well. He knows it's ridiculous, but really, there are worse things out there

Doku unlocks the door to his apartment, holding the door open for his unplanned but by no means unwanted new roommate. The apartment is still sparcly furnished, one room with part sectioned off by a counter to form the kitchenette. The main furnature is the futon, serving quite well as a couch during the day and a bed at night. "And here we are"

Goujun steps inside, walking around cautiously, and taking in everything slowly the way a cat does when brought to a new home. Had he a tail, it would be swishing slowly from side to side. "I like it... I like it just fine." he says with a pleased smile. "It certainly is MUCH nicer that that place I was in before." he comments, then walking to the futon, he presses the palm of his good hand down into it, grinning. "Nicer bed. Much nicer." he says, then wanders across the room, taking in the kitchenette, and the scenery out the window beyond.

((Oh yeah, and a door to the bathroom, but that's sorta a given ^^)) "I'm glad you like it" And he is, oddly enough. He hadn't thought himself the sort of guy to care what others thought about his living space. But then, Goujun is going to be staying him him for at least a little while. "The TV doesn't get cable yet, but the VCR works."

Goujun turns from the window to look at Doku, a slight frown of confusion reads on his face, then he walks over to the items described by the other. His hand runs delicately over the top of the TV. "Ah... I know about televisions and the like..." he smiles. He seems to be glad he is missing only memories and is not a complete idiot. He looks over at Doku, "I am not sure I know how to work them, I may never HAVE known." he says, then laughs.

"Don't worry, I know how to get it to play. Just don't ask me to program it, or to get the little light to blink anything other than 12:00." He grins at that, glad the other seems to be settling in so well. "Maybe later we can go out and see about buying you a few things, like your own toothbrush. But if you're not up to it yet, you can always borrow mine for a few days"

Goujun carefully sits down on the futon couch, settling in with a sigh. "I am vry grateful to you for your hospitality. I suppose I need to find a way of paying for myself here..." he muses, looking over at Doku. Looking in his eyes, you can see wheels turning. Plots in motion perhaps. He pauses, biting his lower lip as he thinks. "Can't recall what I did before to get along.... Odd." he says, then looks down at the floor.

"You don't have to worry about it right away, heal up, maybe your memories will start returning. If not, I'm sure you'll still find something you like to do, it doesn't have to be the same thing as you did before." He chuckles. "Look at me, before I got here I was a bodyguard basically, now I work in a flower shop." He watches him, standing a little awkwardly. Since he's sitting down it seems rude to keep standing, but he's not sure if the other man would be offended by him just plopping down on the couch right next to him.

Goujun watches the other, smiling as he explains things to him. He is much more relaxed now, being here with him, and his smiles come more frequently. "You were a bodyguard." he repeats, sounding quite impressed indeed. "I can see that you would be well suited for that purpose." he compliments. As he sits there, considering things, many things, his stomach rumbles, and he gives Doku a shy grin. "The new pet appears to be hungry..." he says.

He manages to keep from blushing at the compliment. "We have instant noodles and orange juice here, then there's delivery, and there's also going out somewhere to get food." He pauses, watching him, thinking about what he just said. "Pet... that's why you look familar!" He snaps his fingers, then grins sheepishly. "Sorry, that probably came out a bit wrong. I just remembered seeing a little dragon once with your coloring, all white with ruby colored eyes."

Goujun was nodding at the prospect of noodles and juice, thinking that sounded just wonderful right about then, and then, Doku reacts to his offhand comment. "A pet DRAGON?" he asks. "That looks like... me?" he grins, clearly amused by this revelation. "This IS an odd place! Did you see the dragon here, or where you are from?"

"Where I'm from" He laughs. "I haven't seen any red eyed white dragons here, besides you that is. So what do you want to eat?" He moves towards the kitchenette, even if they're getting takeout, that's where the phonebook is.

Goujun carefully turns to lean on the back of the couch, watching Doku as he moves about. "I will accept whatever you wish to offer to me." he says quietly. "Something simple will be fine." he says, then glances around the room, thinking. "You know.... plants might be nice in here..." he muses.

"Noodles for now, we can always order something a little more filling later. And I offered all three choices, so don't worry about it." He debates between the microwave and the stove, decides he has a better chance of not burning anything with the microwave, and starts getting out the noodles. "You're right, when I go back into work I'll look for a couple nice potted plants to buy and bring home. They do brighten a place up."

"I should work.... I should fine something to do..." he mutters, mostly to himself staring at the TV wondering what he could do to bring in some money and help out his new friend here.

"You're not doing anything until you're feeling better" He's quite firm on this idea, putting the noodles into a bowl with water and the flavoring, and then into the microwave.

Goujun narrows his eyes as suddenly, he is sensing ... something... He blinks, then nods to Doku's suggestion. "Hai, I know I need to recover. I just wanted to state that I intend to make my own way, and if you allow me to.... to stay, I want to contribute.."

Once the microwave dings he takes out the noodles, dividing them into two bowls and grabbing a couple pairs of chopsticks, carrying them to the futon. "I don't see any reason why you can't stay, and like I said, no need to worry about it right now. Once you start figuring out the kinds of things you like doing, then you can start looking for a job. No need to fret about it right away. And there's always simple jobs, like working in a coffee house that are fine for a start."

Goujun accepts the Bowl, and nodding to his kind host, he starts eating right away, he is famished it appears from the way he devours the noodles. Soon they are gone, and he is smiling over at Doku as he sips down his juice now.

He chuckles and eats his own a little more slowly. "If you're still hungry, I can fix more"

Goujun looks sheepishly over at the other, "Would you mind? I really am still hungry." he says in the sweetest of tones, and if a guy with red eyes can look appealing, he pulls it off quite well. He holds out the bowl to Doku, and smiles.

Doku takes the bowl, heading back into the kitchen to make some more. "There's also a bathtub in the bathroom, if you want to get cleaned up without getting your bandages wet." He does the simple steps again, glad it's easy enough cooking that even he has a hard time messing it up. Not that he can't cook if he wants, he just had a bad habit of forgetting things, or going off and leaving something alone too long.

Goujun looks in that direction, nodding. "I am sure I could use a bath..." he says, then something seems to call to him again, and he gets up from the couch, and slowly, carefully walks toward the bathroom and peers inside. He turns on the light, then walks around the room, running a hand over the tiles slowly, looking for something it seems.

Doku leans a hip against the counter, watching the man, but trying not to look like he's watching over him. "Do you need something?" He answers the call of the microwave, pulling the noodles out and stirring them up.

"Do you have a.... hammer?" Goujun calls out from the bathroom, still walking around, running his hand over the tiles on the walls until he focus' on a spot near the bottom of the wall to the side of the toilet. He crouches down, wincing a bit, but continues to rub his hand over a focused area of the wall.

He sets the bowl down "No, but I probably don't need one" He walks into the bathroom with him, crouching down beside him, eyeing the wall. "What is it?"

Goujun is STARING at this one particular section of tiled wall, he then taps a tile with his fingers, "There, behind that tile." he says, then turns to the other. "Bust it open. Trust me... Something GOOD is back there..." he said with a strange smile, and a glint in his red eyes.

Doku nods. "Stands up and move back a little then." He doesn't want to risk him getting hurt should any of the pieces fly out when he breaks the tile.

Goujun nods, and carefully he backs up a safe distance, and watches as the other goes to work. "It's there... something good..." he repeats. He shivers, just a tad chilled from the light clothing he has on, and he considers talking Doku up on that offer to get some new clothing, but... this first.

Doku raps on the tile once with his knuckles then forms a fist, narrowing his eye to protect them as he punches forward, trying to hit just hard enough to break the tile without damaging whatever may be under it. The tile breaks inward under his blow.

Goujun nods as Doku knocks on the tile and the resulting sound indicates it is hollow behind the tile confirming the suspicions he had. "Yes. That's the one.!" he says excitedly

Doku reaches in carefully, feeling around and then withdrawing the leather bag, eyes widening at the weight of it. He picks at the half-rotten cord holding it closed, the cord breaking and allowing him to look inside. "How did you know?"

Goujun GRINS wide with satisfaction, coming close to look at the treasure in Doku's hand, he looks up at his friend proudly. "I just.... knew.... I felt it...." he says with a proud smile. "That should be enough to keep us in good food and maybe some new clothes for a while, ne?" he asks, clearly proud of himself for being so clever and useful to his new benefactor.

"Wow, I'd say so" He takes one of the coins out to look at it. "And to fix the wall" He grins at that. "A very minor sacrifice."

Goujun smiles with no small amount of satisfaction, and then turns to leave the room. "That will help the budget a bit I dare say..." he says, returning to sit on the couch, and eat the second bowl of ramen. "I would like to get some new clothes at least..." he says, glaring down at what he was given to wear at the shelter. "I look like an inmate of some sorts..." he grouses.

Doku carries the bag with him back into the main room, sitting down on the couch as well. "It will help a lot, at least in the free spending cash area until I get my next paycheck" He leans back, relaxing on the couch. "Like I said, shopping whenever you're up to it."

Goujun devours the second bowl of Ramen, then sets it down and looks over at Doku. "After a bath I think. I am sure I am quite filthy," he says looking down at himself. "Yes, I am quite sure I am..." he mutters.

Doku stands up, getting the empty bowl. "You go do that then, I'll clean up. There's shampoo and soap in there, just call if you need anything." With that he goes to wash the bowls and put them away, figuring it best to go ahead and do that rather than let them pile up for a while.

Goujun looked around the bathroom as he tub filled with water. There was nothing to add to the water, and that perplexed him. He wasn't sure WHY, but he was sure, there should be flower petals, or something in the water to scent it, and enhance it. A look around told him Doku was not the sort to have such things, and he made a mental note to add that to the shopping list now that money was not an issue, and the would be buying other comfort items such as clothes. He turned from the nearly full tub, and began to get undressed.

Doku carries the bowls and dishes into the kitchen, putting them in the sink and turning on the water, keeping an ear out for the other man, incase he should require some assistance.

Once the tub is full, and the temperature adjusted to just the right temperature, Goujun tests it a final time with his toe, then removes the rest of his clothing with a grimace, and then slowly eases into the tub. He sighs, and after letting his hair out of the braid, he combs it out, and then slips down into the tub up to his chin, just laying there, soaking. "This.... is very nice..." he smiles.

Doku hears the comment and smiles, finishing soaping up the dishes and rincing them off, before setting them aside to dry. Once that's done, he returns to the couch.

Goujun soaks for a good long time, until he feels himself getting drowsy, and then decides to get to work. He washes his hair first taking care to not get soap in his eyes, but fails, and curses to himself until he gets the eye washed out. Once surviving that, he finds the soap and starts on his body and face. Not in that order of course.

It comes as not too much of a surprise when Doku realizes there really isn't that much too do in his apartment. He's been spending a great deal of his time out and about for that very reason. But since that quite obviously isn't an option he leans back on the couch, letting his eyes drift closed, pondering his new roommate.

Later, Goujun emerges from the bathroom, clean, but still damp in places and smelling of soap. His long hair hands down, damp, and he has a towel wrapped around his waist as he approaches the couch. "Doku-san.... Do you have a comb, or brush?" he asks softly, not wanting to wake him up if he is asleep.

Doku opens his eyes, not really asleep, lightly dozing if anything. "Yeah, I think it's in the drawer in the bathroom." He gets up, stretching, starting towards the bathroom. "I'll find it for you"

Goujun starts back for the bathroom after thanking Doku, then pauses as Doku gets up to help him. He smiles. "That is very kind of you, Doku." he says following the other, and pausing to retuck the towel around his waist when it starts to slip.

"Bruses feel any better after soaking them?" He digs around in the drawer of the bathroom sink, finding the brush he was looking for, holding it out to Goujun. It's not too bad a brush, and there's not too much of a hairball built up in it yet, as brushes are prone to do.

Goujun nods as he takes the brush, and starts to comb out his long pale hair. "Yes, it really helped, thank you. " he says. "I may be all stiff again in the morning.... Perhaps we could go out for massages." he grins. Teasing maybe.

"I can rebraid it for you, if you want" He offers. "And I'm not too bad at backrubs" He wants to get his fingers into that long mass of silky white hair again, the one little brush earlier was enough to show how nice it felt.

"Will you please?" he asks, eyes big with wonder, and he holds the brush up like a scepter, every move he makes speaks of one used to being in charge, of ruling. However, his manner is still quite humble. He watches Doku, waiting for his reply.

Doku takes the brush gently from him. "Do you want to sit down while I do it?"

Goujun tilts his head to the side, and nods, being quite coy, "Yes." he says softly, then goes into the center of the living room, and sits on the arm of the couch, his back to Doku. "OK, ready. I will try not to complain too much..." he says smiling. Inwardly, he is a bit nervous about having someone brush his hair, but part of him wants it as well.

Goujun is tense at first, and when he feels the care Doku is taking with him, he relaxes. Every now and then a snag is pulled and his winces, scrunching up his face and shoulders, but he doesn't call out or complain. It not that hard of a pulling, really.

Doku does the best he can, slowly working his way up the hair, helping it dry. "How is your arm doing?" Once he finished getting the tangles out of the long part he just brushes for a bit, long soothing strokes.

Goujun was relaxing from the strokes, easing into the soothing rhythm of the touches, when Doku speaking to him breaks him from his dozing. Goujun looks down at his arm. Now unwrapped, the scratches and abrasions can be seen. He frowns as he looks at the mess his arm is in. "It looks horrible..." he says, a verbal pout. "I hope it won't scar.... I think it needs medicine cream...." he says.

"We'll get some when we go shopping, maybe I better start writing some of this down.... There's fresh bandages in the first aid kit, I can wrap it tonight" He turns his attention to the shorter hair at the top, brushing it out a lot more easily, careful of his horns and ears.

Goujun closes his eyes, and relaxes as Doku brushes out his hair so carefully. "Yes... That's sooooo nice.... You are spoiling me...." he purrs as he relaxes his shoulders, and rolls his head slightly from side to side.

Doku chuckles softly "You look like you don't mind being spoiled" He can't help running his fingertips along one horn to the base, never having seen anything quite like it before.

Goujun feels the finger trace along the length of one of his horns, and it causes a shiver to run up is spine. The shivery sensation stirs other feelings as well. A flash of heat flares in his groin, then is gone as he is startled by it. His eyes open wide, and he is... panting? He blinks, looking around, fearful for just a second, afraid he may have cried out, or said something... odd.

<--- falling asleep, and I OPEN tomorrow.....

At his movement Doku pulls his hand back, afraid he caused pain or a ticklish sensation. "Sorry, didn't mean to bother you" A little embaresed, he returns to the long section of hair, gathering it up and dividing it into three sections.

Goujun laughs nervously, "No... no harm done. I was just... startled. I was dozing from the soothing feeling of the brushing, and when you....." he pauses, and can't believe how hot his face feels. He is glad he is not looking at Doku. "I guess I am sensitive there, you didn't hurt me or anything...." he says, hoping to calm the fears of the other. Something that is important to him for some reason he cannot explain.

Catching his meaning, he blushes as well, concentrating on making the braid near and even. "Don't worry, I won't do that again"

"That would be a pity...." Goujun mouthes silently, then grins, and waits for the other to finish the task at hand. Wishing again oddly, that it would take longer.

((Well, he won't do it by accident again ^^ )) Once he gets down to the end of the hair he blinks, realizing that he doesn't have a hairtie. He holds the braid over Goujun's shoulder "Hold onto this a minute would you? I need to find a tie"

Again, Goujun is stirred from a daze, and he takes the end of his hair with a light touch. "Yes, I have it, thank you..." he says holding it tight, and then looking down at his towel wrapped lap while he waits.

He walks to the bathroom, finding the hairtie that Goujun was using earlier, carrying it back. He takes the braid from him, securing the end of it with a tie, running his hand down the smooth length of the braid. "All done, you thinking about getting some sleep now?"

Goujun turns and looks over his shoulder at the other. His odd colored eyes watching him closely. "Yes, that would be quite nice, do you have extra blankets? I will take the couch." he smiles coyly.

Doku chuckles "The couch is the bed, get up just a minute and I'll fold it down, extra clothes are in that dresser over there." He goes to the closet to get the blankets for the futon.

"Oh!" he says, surprised, and amused. He gets up from the arm of the couch, and then goes to the dresser, and opens a drawer. He finds a pair of shorts, a shirt and after colectin them, goes into the bathroom to get dressed in private.

Doku sets the stuff down, then wrestles with the futon, getting it out of couch mode to lay down in bed mode. Once that's accomplished he makes the bed, then goes back to the closet for an extra blanket and a pillow, he's not injured, he can take the floor just fine.

Goujun returns from the Bathroom, and walks over to the bed, looking at it a bit confused, he then looks at Doku. "One pillow? Will you not be sleeping on the bed too?" he asks, sounding genuinely perplexed.

"It's not huge, I didn't think you'd want to be crowded. It's no big deal sharing, but Goujun just didn't seem the cuddly type in bed with someone he just met that day.

"But.... it's YOUR home. I am but a guest. I could not abide with you sleeping in less comfortable status than me." he explains. "There is room for two. I will keep to my side of the bed, I promise." he grins, showing those sharp teeth again.

"Fine with me if you don't mind" He places the pillow on what's now his side of the bed, going to the dresser. He strips off his shirt, showing a long torso with hard, well defined muscles before tugging on a soft undershirt to sleep in, then unbuckling his belt and putting it away, tugging off his pants as well, so he's just wearing his boxers with the shirt.

Goujun sits on the edge of the bed, taking care not to stare too much or closely at the other as he undresses, and in fact, before he catches a chill, he slips under the covers of the bed, and lays on his side, taking care not to lay on his wounded arm, and not to take up more than half of the bed.

Once that's taken care of, he goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth, then heading to bed, sliding under the covers on his side. "Comfortable?"

"Uhm..... hm....." he mutters sleepily. Snuggling down into the covers, and smiling warmly. "I have you to thank for that Doku-sama.... Thank you for letting me come to stay with you, for offering me your home." he says then closes his eyes, and sighs.

"You're welcome, and for now it's your home too, alright?" He yawns, getting comfortable and closing his eyes.

Goujun smiles wider, and makes a soft purring sound as he drifts off to sleep. "Home..... my home...." he whispers, then falls asleep, calm, and safe feeling for the first time since his arrival in this strange world.