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It didn't take long to wake up after the dream ended and the call for 'next stop, Utopia Academy' (what was this, a Wa train?) to penetrate the hazy fog of near-waking. Enki woke with a start, because what he was sleeping on wasn't soft enough to be his bed. He also happened to have his head in someone's lap. The name he'd been about to mumble died unsaid, because he couldn't remember. How. Could he not remember the name of his nyokai?
Getting up from the bench fast enough to render everything a blur (and too quick, so close to waking, so he stumbled back against the window), Enki stared at the young man whose lap he'd... borrowed. It wasn't Shoryu. That would be understandable if it had been, but it wasn't.
"Who are you?" So he solved that by demanding a name, all the while trying to figure out what was going on. He couldn't feel his nyokai (HOW could he not remember her name?) or any of his shirei, nor the presence of the king. How was that even possible.
Getting up from the bench fast enough to render everything a blur (and too quick, so close to waking, so he stumbled back against the window), Enki stared at the young man whose lap he'd... borrowed. It wasn't Shoryu. That would be understandable if it had been, but it wasn't.
"Who are you?" So he solved that by demanding a name, all the while trying to figure out what was going on. He couldn't feel his nyokai (HOW could he not remember her name?) or any of his shirei, nor the presence of the king. How was that even possible.
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"Any reasons for this to be an illusion? Enki leaned forward with a frown, elbows on knees, chin on interlaced fingers. It was almost automatic, this reaction to listen to someone else's reasoning and then consider what it held. But then, no matter his... nature, five hundred years of doing just that would leave its trace.
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But no, distrust wasn't his way any longer. If they were all prisoners, they would have to work together. If the others were enemies, they would already know what they'd done. He folded his arms, head tilting slightly as he watched the other boy's movements.
"I can't mold chakra," he said, "That is... normally one of the signs of an illusionary technique." It almost sounded like he was instructing him, rather than having a conversation.
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"That something you and people you know can usually do? Where I'm from, this isn't... usual." Not usual was the least of it, really.
It was strange to consider that in some other place, people may routinely use their spiritual energy to... do things. He wasn't sure what else Gaara was used to be doing with it. Enki had, after all only used it for... A frown flittered over his face. Another thing gone. First, he couldn't feel his shirei, and now he'd forgotten how to bind youkai? He was practically helpless!
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"There are no shinobi in En?"
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"No. There're warriors... soldiers... kingsmen, of course," and here there was an infitesmal pause as Enki more or less unconciously scowled at the necessecity of all these people who were willing to inflict violence. But, unfortunately, sometimes it was needed.
"But no shinobi. And even less a wide use of chakra." And he really didn't want to know what people would do, if they could bind youkai to them as kirin could.
Once again, he tried to reach out, call the names of his shirei, but there was no answer. He wasn't even sure if he'd simply been unable to call properly. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Enki realized that he'd technically not been this vulnerable since he was four.
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"We've arrived," he said, as unnecessary as that was, and then hesitated. The boy didn't look particularly strong, or prepared; he looked worried, unsure. Without chakra, they were vulnerable, but Gaara was at least sure he could defend himself through ordinary means if it came to that. "Stay with me," he added, more an invitation than a command. "There's no reason to face this alone."