Sound of Walking Away

"Yes.. I know you can fly." He said, shaking his head with a small chuckle. "But hotel room windows don't open. Well, not very much at least. I usually just phase through them but.."

As he said that, he held up his hand, the skin becoming light and lighter until it began to glow a bright, luminescent blue color. Quickly after the shape began to change, his hand becoming nothing more than energy that seemed to flow in wavy, flame like patterns. As quickly as it changed, however, it changed back to normal.

"This hotel doesn't have a balcony, so we have to take conventional means to my room. I mean, I could always break the window, but you hate it when I do non hero things so.."

He held out his hands to her, ushering for her to take them, giving her a soft smile. He would slowly start to float down if she took them, guiding her down towards the ground, the light rain that continued to fall continuing to hiss and steam around his form. As his feet touched the ground, his wings would vanish, disappearing in a spray of cerulean sparks that clattered harmlessly to the ground.

People around stared and watched the odd transformation, some placing hands over their mouths in shock, but he paid them no mind. At this second, he was happy. Truly happy. He would release one of Uzma's hands, holding the other firmly in his own as he looked into her eyes, a light smile on his face.

The lobby of the hotel was nearly empty, being dinner time most of the inhabitants were in the accompanying restaurant, or out on the town. The man behind the counter gave Michael a small nod as he led Uzma through and to the elevator, this was a hotel he frequented when he had business in Japan after all. Once inside he pushed the button for the top floor, hearing a small ding as the doors closed and the whirring of the engines began to whine to life.

"Oh.. it has much more than a hot tub.." He said, giving a small chuckle. He squeezed her hand tightly, enjoying the familiar feeling more than he had thought he would. Which was difficult. "Trust me, you're going to love this. The first time I stayed here well.. it was every sixteen year olds dream. Anyone that has seen Home Alone, at least."

There was another ding as the elevator grinded to a halt, jostling it's passengers lightly. The doors slowly opened to reveal an immaculate room in front of them. It was easily three times the size of Uzma's old apartment, and lavishly decorated. The place looked like it was designed for royalty rather than the common traveler.

A living room, with a home entertainment system that would make most nerds moist, fully stocked kitchen, a den, and a glorious master bedroom opened up in front of them.

"The hot tub is in the bathroom. I guess it's more of a jaccuzi tub now that I think of it.. except much much larger. Pretty sure it's the one from that shitty Nickelback song."

"Where have I been.." As Michael spoke, he removed his suit jacket, throwing it over a nearby chair before removing his tie. He bit his lower lip, thinking of the best way to explain it. "Well, you see, uh.."

He sat in the chair, placing his hands over his mouth as he thought further. Where exactly had he been? Lots of places, his work required such a thing, but he assumed she was referring to him disappearing for months at a time. As he thought on it, he wasn't the best fiance. Certainly not the most attentive.

"Well, it's the same story as always, isn't it?" He said, giving her a sigh. Not in annoyance, but in acceptance of his own sheer selfishness and stupidity. "I went to hell. I met with my Sensei, and I trained. I spent months of earth time training my body and mind, and completely neglected you. There's really no excuse for it. I wish I had some story to tell you. Some.. revelation about my powers or my family, something that would make what I did to you more acceptable but.. it doesn't exist. I was a neglectful and shitty fiance to you. You deserved better. You deserve better."

He paused for a moment, running a hand through his hair. This whole explaining had turned more into a confession than anything.

"I am sorry, for what I've done. At the moment, it just felt like the right thing to do though. But, looking back, it wasn't. I realized that the first night I laid in my bed at our home, not my home, our home, and didn't feel your breath on the back of my neck. Though, the amount of blankets that bed actually has surprised me."

He gave her a soft smile, his usual method of using humor to diffuse tense situations always finding it's way to the surface, no matter the severity of the situation. It wouldn't be the first time it had gotten to trouble, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Of that he was damn sure.

"I know I've done wrong. I do. But I can't live without you Uzma. I can't. I've tried but.. my days are just so empty. It feels like a part of me is missing when you aren't around. I don't feel like a half demon, I only feel like a demon." He paused for a second, scratching the back of his head in an attempt to let her think, to let it soak in. "Look, people like me, Cambions, we have two hearts. A demon heart, and a human. My demon heart is sealed inside my sword, it helps me keep a somewhat humanish appearance. That sword is very important to me, it's a part of me. Literally. As for my other heart, well.. it's in you Uzma."

Michael took the girls delicate hand in his and let her lead the way to the bathroom, allowing himself to be pulled by her. As he stepped by the door, letting it close behind him, he flicked the light switch to the main room, letting darkness fall over.