The Strange Friendship (Hawk)

[Conan Argenkye]

Hold it together.
Birds of a feather.
Nothing but lies and crooked wings.
I have the answer.
Spreading the cancer.
You are the faith inside me.

The war had left so many things broken. Destroyed so much of that beautiful country. But yet, that single park had somehow evaded the wrath and had gotten the smallest of damages. Conan was grateful for that. Few trees were scorched down to the ground, others had fallen, but yet its essence had not been chased away.

Still, Conan tread carefully through the park, heading to the forest area. It was almost sunset, and he knew that shadowy beasts liked lurk at night, among with other, less threatening but yet equally annoying beings.

His left arm was raised to chest level, and standing on his gloved arm was a hawk.

This proud creature had been his friend for a few days now. He had found it, with a broken wing. Conan wasn't the nurturing type yet that hawk had reminded him so deeply of someone he had lost that he took it in and healed it as best as he could. He was disappointed to admit that healing songs were not his forte, much less for animals. He had done the best he could and was now ready to test if his feathery companion was ready to fly.

It surprised Conan a quite deal that the animal was not the least hostile with him, or that it hadn't even tried to fly away from him. He hadnt kept it caged at his home or strapped to his arm as he walked through the park. He thought that it was probably scared to fly, unsure if it would be able to do so. It could also be that his Fae heritage was a sort of attraction towards animals. His lack of imagination had made him call the bird Hawk in name; it seemed to react nicely to it though.

Conan had never sung it, except to heal it and when it was restless in its sleep; apparently the hawk had nightmares that made his feathers twitch. Yet he probably would have to sing to it today in order to give Hawk a small nudge into flying, give it courage.

When they arrived to the woods, Conan stopped walking. He raised his arm higher and looked straight at Hawk. "Go on, fly you silly creature," he said to it. At seeing that it didnt give much initiative to fly, Conan improvised a song in Fae tongue:

Do not let your wings die,
Such proud wings,
They deserve the sky to ride,
Soar and be among kings
Spread your wings, and dont look back

He sung it gently, softly to the hawk. His songs, his powerful songs, were all about destruction and battle, he had no idea how to sing a song to inspire, but he hoped that this one would be enough to help his hawk.

No, Don't, leave me to die here.
Help me survive here, alone.
Put me to sleep, Evil Angel.
Open your wings, Evil Angel.

[Akio "Hawk" Tori]

Feel the sadness burning in my heart
You left too early father love
So many things I should have said

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Hawk was sitting on Conans arm, she was sheltered by his other hand. She was still soar, however Conan had patched her up pretty nicely. She had been found by him a few days ago. She had tried to not look too much at him when he had spotted her. She had looked at him, when he had changed clothes, and if she could she would have raised her eye brown, when Sarah came over to wash his car. Hawk had to fly down from the tree, she had been hiding in. Needless to say, she had been anything but graceful, seeing her wing was broken. How she had managed to get to her home when she had been cursed was a conundrum to her.

She had walked around the house, and stopped in the corner, and just sneaked her head out. She had felt the familiar stab in her heart, when she saw Sarah flirt with Conan. He was polite, and nothing more. However Sarah clearly didn't get it. Hawk just shook her feathers and had tried to look bigger, however she had failed. Beside no one had seen her, or she had believed that. Later when she had struggled to get up in the tree once more, She had been picked up, at first she was about to bite the fingers of who ever grabbed her, until she saw Conan. His hands were so warm, she had barely eaten anything since the curse, so she knew she was starved.

However she had let him take her in. She was in her second home, seeing she had grown up around Conan. She was put down on the table and had just walked around the table, not biting Conan yet just letting the heat warm her up. She was normally not cold, however with the broken wing, no food and her fathers death, had taken so hard on her, she could not keep up her warmth. She did however back away from Conan when he started to sing. It filled her with fear, as the pain was still very vivid when she had been cursed.

However Conan had gently stopped her before she had reached the end of the table. She could not help but shiver, and he had kept singing. She had felt better, she had even fallen asleep in his hands. She had awoken when Sarah for some strange reason had returned to Conan. However when she had reached for him, hawk had bitten her. Hard! She was not about to share Conan right now, she needed him. He was all she had left back, and she could not even tell him who she was. That alone made her upset.

She didn't make any trouble over the next days, she didn't bite Conan, not even when he touched her broken wing. When he finally took her out one very early morning. She only sat on his arm, close to him, as she could get. She was still freezing, however she wasn't in bad pain any more. She saw how he reached out his arm, however she wasn't about to just take flight and leave him, she feared that she could lose him once more. However when he started to sing, she could not help herself. She just spread out her wings, and dropped from his arm. But before she hit the ground, the momentum had build up under her wings, and she took flight.

She screamed the second she was airborne, and just felt her heart pick up pace as she screamed out her joy. She started to test her wing, and it was almost fine, she flew around, scouting the area, making sure the tall man wasn't there. She did however not last long, the strain of keeping herself in the air. She started to lose height, and she spotted Conan, before she crash landed in front of him. She just stood on her legs, waiting for Conan to come at get her. At least she hoped he would come for her. She was not that far from him.

But in your mind you knew it well
Holding on to what i got and love
But things still seem so dark and cold

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[Conan Argenkye]

I'm a believer, nothing could be worse
All these imaginary friends

Conan trotted over to Hawk and scooped it up with one arm. He held the bird closely and inspected the wings to see if there was any damage. He cautiously fingered the wounded wing, smoothing the ruffled feathers, looking out for any blood or sign of damage. After a couple of minutes of exploring he found nothing to worry about. Gently he placed the hawk again on his forearm and waited for it to get a firm grip on him.

The flight had been short and difficult for Hawk, but Conan wanted to push it a little further, give it another taste of freedom to exercise the wings.

"Give it another try, and we will go home," he told it. The bird seemed reluctant at first, but then it started flying again.

There was something strange about that hawk; how it seemed to understand Conan perfectly and would have jealousy rages whenever a woman visited him. He always tried to blame it on his Fae blood, how his specie was deeply connected with nature, but this didn't quite feel like the case.

Conan noticed that Hawk has already started to descend, so he started walking over to his truck. Conan wasnt sure if the bird would want to come back with him, after all it was a wild being, a free spirit. Nevertheless, he awaited for it by the truck, door open, to not betray his feathery friend. It wasnt a surprise when Hawk swooped down and landed again, not so gracefully in front of Conan. He again picked it up and this time placed it inside the truck.

They entered the military base by the time darkness had completely covered the city. Conan carried Hawk inside his small home and let it hop to wherever it wanted. As for him, he opened the fridge and took out a beer. Being a Fae meant that he needed at least twice the alcohol of any human to feel any kind of effect; he wasnt a drinker out of pleasure, it was hard to force out the habit. Before his friend Tori disappeared, they drank beers every night. Conan had to sometimes take care of his slightly drunk friend, but most of the time they had pleasant talks, not of work, not of the war, but of the things they treasured.

Conan sat on a chair in the kitchen, with the cold beer at hand. He run a hand through his hair and stared at a spot on the table, lost in thought.

Tori, his lost human friend, his lieutenant. Every night he would speak of his daughter, Akio. She was all he had left and Conan had failed his friend; he had not protected them of the evil of his kind, of the monstrosity of a dark Fae. His kind was to blame for the tragedies that had befallen on his human friends. Conan had searched for the dark Fae and for Akio, with no luck in finding anyone.

He drank from his beer and passed his hand over his face angrily. He gulped down the beer, "To you, my dead friends. You are not forgotten," he said and crushed the can until it was paper thin. He stood up roughly, making the chair fall.

He said good night to Hawk, patting its head and then headed to bed. Prepared to face those blood red dreams of war and death

Hiding betrayal, driving the nail
Hoping to find a savior
No, don't leave me to die here
Help me survive here alone

[Akio "Hawk" Tori]

The fire is burning down my happiness
But I will rise

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Hawk was picked up by Conan. She sat on his arm, as he touched her wing, she was soar, but nothing serious. She let him touch her wing, as she grinded her beak. She tried to ignore the displeasure. She looked at Conan when he started to talk to her. She looked away, as she took in the nature, before dropping from Conans arm. She took flight, and got higher this time. She screamed as she felt the wind under her wings.

When she could no longer fly she simply landed in front of Conan. She had planned to land on his arm, however she could not make the last few feet. She just managed to land with some grace, and look up at her Conan. True she would never be his love, he would never dream about her. He would never wonder how she would kiss him. Yet she could not think of anything else. She was picked up and simply put in the car, she looked around, as she looked at Conan and hoped that he didn't see it.

When they finally came back to his home, she was taken inside. She was placed on the floor, and just shook her wings and grinded her beak some more. She looked around, and finally walked into the kitchen. She walked around, looking for water, as her throat was burning. However she didn't find any. So she simply followed Conan outside. She found a little water and drank it, as Conan looked as if he was in another world. She simply walked back and just flapped her wings, till she was on the back of another chair.

She had the perfect view over the garden. She looked at Conan, as he didn't notice her. She saw the pain in his eyes. She felt the stab in her heart, that she could not wrap her arms around him, hold him tight, and just whisper that she would fight of anything that made him sad. She tilted her head, as she looked at his beer. He looked hurt, and she wanted nothing more than to chase the sadness away, however she was a bird. A stupid bird that could do less than nothing. She was cursed and she had not shifted shape since that day.

She shivered when Conan crushed the beer can, and heard him say. "To you, my dead friends. You are not forgotten," Hawk simply followed him, as she wanted to scream. The pain that Conan had just awoken in her. She walked into the house, and just looked at Conan as he padded her on the head, and left her outside his bedroom. Hawk walked around as her wing was still soar. She stretched it in front of a mirror, and just wanted to drink a coke. Or anything with sugar in it. However she wasn't about to change, seeing she didn't know if she could change.

Or she did. She could not shift during the day. She had tried many times. It had only filled her body with pain every time she had tried it. She just came closer to the mirror, and let her beak peck the mirror a couple times. She shivered before she flew down and hid under a chair. She didn't have to, but the few days she had spent alone outside, had made her careful. She had not eaten for days. As dear Conan had bought bird seeds, and she was a predator. She only ate meat. However she had pecked the birds seeds. Just to make him happy.

She didn't care however, as she got ready for a long night. She didn't lie down. Birds never did, however when she hid her head under her wing, she started to have nightmares. She woke panting, unable to breathe. She was stunned when she saw her human shape. Still believing she was dreaming. However she slammed her head into the chair and made it fall, however she managed to catch it.

What was this? She could change? She was very confused. But she was sure the nightmare was over. That she would stay human now. She almost ran to Conans room and hugged him, but she didn't dare wake him up. So she simply sat on the chair, and looked around, she was naked, and she walked out to the bathroom and found some of Conans dirty clothes. A shirt was enough his clothes were too big for her, and she simply just used it to cover up. She didn't eat anything, as she felt it would be rude to take Conans food. Ignoring the fact that he probably had his freezer filled with food she had made him.

She stayed on the chair, when the sun started to rise, she was flooded with pain, and when the first ray touched her, she shifted back to her hawk shape. She wanted to scream, but the scream wasn't her, it was the Hawk. She knew she had awoken Conan, and she realised that his shirt was on the floor. She wondered if she could pretend that it had been a burglar. But why would they use his shirt, and where had they left? She was thankfully unable to answer as Conan came rushing into the kitchen.

Hawk simply sat on the chair, and looked stoic at him, as if she knew everything, and he was merely a child. Well she knew what was going on under his roof, however what was happening to her, was a puzzle. However she looked at Conan, then when he picked up his shirt, she gave him the you were very drunk last night. Of course Conan couldn't see the change in her looks, but Hawk knew she had given him the look. Now Conan had to get used to her, and her looks. As it was clear she wasn't going anywhere.

So proud and strong you truly was
I took it with me as a tool

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[Conan Argenkye]

Conan was sure he was dreaming. First of all, his surroundings seemed out of reach, he was in his kitchen, but the walls and furniture were all out of focus. There was only one thing that he could focus on, more like someone. A girl. She was cooking over at his stove, humming.

"Akio?" he whispered, afraid that if he spoke too loud the image of her would go away. He walked closer, and she continued her cooking and humming. He was so close now. He stretched out his arm to touch her shoulder. "Akio," he repeated. His fingers were just about to touch her when a terrible scream echoed in the kitchen. It took him a moment to realize that it was her screaming, kneeling on floor. He rushed to hold her, to calm her fear, but once more before he could hug her the scream became unbearable.

Conan awoke with a start. He grabbed the knife from under his pillow and ran to the kitchen. He sprinted to the kitchen's entrance, only to find Hawk alone in there. He lowered his knife after taking a good look around and sighed angrily.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he muttered at the hawk. He got down to pick up the chair that had fallen and noticed something on the floor. It was his shirt. He raised an eyebrow.

Conan picked up his shirt and turn it over to see if anything had been done to it. His eyes went to Hawk. The bird just stared at him in a manner that Conan did not like. Conan scowled at it. Had the hawk grabbed his shirt? There was no one else in the house, he could sense that, but then, why on earth had the bird grabbed his shirt? Probably to make a nest or something...

Whatever the reason, he put it on, since he only slept on his boxers and had literally jumped out of bed at hearing the hawk screech.

He walked over to the window and pushed it open, let fresh air come in. He looked at the bird. "You can leave if you like," he told Hawk. He wasn't pushing it away, but he wanted to let the bird know that he was free to go as he pleased.

His next task was to find some food for himself. He opened the fridge and pulled out a plastic container that had some left overs of the food that Akio had prepared him. Conan stared at the container; it had brought back memories of the dream, it wasnt the only one she was in. In all his dreams about her, he could never save her. Akio always slipped out of his grasp or was hurt right before him; he was always too late to save her.

He shook his head, clearing his mind. The door of the fridge was closed so hard that it shook from the force.

"I know that bird seeds are not for you," he said, when he sat down and started on his breakfast. "You," he signaled the hawk with his fork, "have to hunt for your own food. I will train at the forest, you can hunt then. For the time being," he pulled out the small dish that had bird seeds in it and pushed it in the animal's direction, "you will have to be satisfied with this."

Once he finished eating he showered, got dressed in his soldier pants and boots with a sleeveless black tank top. He pulled on his soldier jacket and opened the window. He tilted his head, signaling Hawk to go outside. "It's time to go Hawk," he said.

After a few minutes of travel with his truck, they found themselves once again in Phoenix Park. "Go and hunt, before you starve."

While Hawk went hunting, Conan bandaged his knuckles and wrists as a glove, removed his jacket and started training. At first he just jogged, to warm up, then he began to kick a tree trunk, shoving once in a while a good punch at the tree.

[Akio "Hawk" Tori]

A gift from father to his only son
Watching over me with eagle eyes

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Hawk looked at Conan when he came running with the knife. She didn't flinch as she was worried at once for his safe being. She looked at him when he grabbed the shirt, and she had to admit when he put it on, her eyes almost popped out of her head. She had at once noticed his chest, and she had to grab a firmer hold on the chair, so she didn't fall of it. She just looked back when Conan had a puzzled look on his face.

Hawk had to admit, she loved the fact that Conan was wearing the shirt she had worn only minutes ago. Yet she looked outside as Conan was slightly angry. She wasn't about to upset him further, as she didn't know if he would take her to the vet and put her to sleep or let her go, keep trying to throw her out. She hid her head under her wing as she rubbed her beak making the content sound that birds did with their beak.

Hawk looked offended at Conan when he told her he knew she needed something else to eat. She looked at the food pushed towards her. Hawk didn't touch the food, she looked at it. If she could cry she would have right there and then. It had been one of the last things she had made. He had eaten it with her father the night she was cursed. She looked at it, before she simply hid her head. She didn't want to face the facts. Her father was gone, and she was cursed. Life was far from anything she had ever dreamed about.

True she had wished to live with Conan, that she would be the only girl in his life. However not like this. Not with her father dead. And her self trapped in her own body, as a bird. Not even a bird that could talk. Like a parrot or even a hill Myna. A bird that could mimic the human voice. Had she ever been fascinated with them she could communicate with Conan. Get him to help her. Now she was trapped in a birds body.

She hated her body. She felt the sharp tingling, that her body was telling her she was starving it. However she could not eat this food. This was the last she had eaten, she could remember she had been over at Conans minutes before her father had called her. Told her he needed her help. That he was in danger. That she was in danger. It had been true, yet she had not understood his hidden message. Now she was the cause of her own pain, and even Conans.

She let him take her to the car, when they were in the woods, she simply took of. Not waiting for Conan to tell her to fly. She found a tunnel of hot air, and she simply let it pull her higher into the skies, as she circled the place. She looked around, loving her sight as she could see things she had never seen before. She could see a mouse in the grass not far from Conan, however he scared it away as he started to train. She looked at him for a while.

That was until she hit the cold wind, keeping herself in the air. She started to circle down, like the predator she was, before her wings gave up under her. She crash landed in the fall grass, and for a few moments she didn't move. She barely dared to breathe, however soon enough she found that she had spread her wings just in time. She was not dead, and she had managed to land without breaking anything. However she could not get out of the tall grass.

However something was out there. She had not landed anywhere near Conan, so it could not be him. However it was a fox, it grabbed her by the chest, and all she could do was bite him hard in the nose. It let go of her, and she used her last strength to get into the air. She found a tree not far from Conan and started cleaning her feathers. She didn't want Conan to see that she had gotten herself into trouble. She was having a hard time getting all of the blood away. Seeing she was still bleeding. However at last she had cleaned herself as good as she could.

However she felt sticky. She looked at Conan training. She had no idea how many times she had looked at him training. She loved the look in his eyes. It was so focused. Honestly she had lost count on how many times she had stood in her window and seen him get up, and dressed or even train a little. However she had gotten caught a lot too, but she would just wave, and pretend she had just gotten to the window. When ever Conan pointed at his wrist she would look at the clock and run around like a headless chicken.

Of course this last year she had returned the favour. Not that she knew if he was looking at her, while she got dressed, but she liked to pretend that he did. When Conan was done training she landed on the top of the car, making sure she didn't touch Conan. She had her pride, and didn't want him to know she had failed finding something to eat, and had only just barely gotten away from being someone else's food.

She flew into the car, and didn't notice the blood on her beak. When Conan saw it, she could only hope he would think she had found some food. She did get startled when he rubbed the blood of her beak, not for a second did the idea of biting his fingers enter her mind. If anything she would want him to touch her again. However for now it would do. When they were back home, she walked into the living room, jumped into the couch and over to the table, were the remote laid. She used her beak to turn on the TV and find the music channel.

Despite the fact that she wasn't a parrot, she started to dance with her wings and bop her head to the music, even screaming when a good song came on. She walked all over the table ignoring the look that covered Conans face, until she remembered. She was a bird. She was no longer Akio. She was Hawk. Nothing more, nothing less. She would never get a kiss. She would never feel Conans arms around her, whispering he loved her. She turned of the TV and saw the mess on her wing.

She didn't do anything strange for the rest of the day. She listened to Conan talk, and she looked at him as he reheated some of the food she had made for him. She wondered who would take care of Conan. Who would make his food for him. Who would sneak in during the day and clean up after him. She knew Sally would wash his car, she would most likely try and hit on him. And honestly Hawk wanted Conan to hit back. But with a fist.

Hawk stayed on the chair in the kitchen when Conan got a call, he had to do something. He left in a hurry, and she knew that he would most likely not come back this night. The second he was gone she changed. She walked upstairs and took a shower. It felt amazing. However the face that looked back at her in the mirror was thin ans sad. She had lost a lot of weight. Had she been a hawk for that long?

She cleaned the place, and even did the dishes. She turned back to her hawk shape and simply rested in Conans bed. She slept when he got home, she woke up when he shit the door. She got up and just jumped down the bed and walked to the stairs where she took flight till she landed downstairs. In in front of Conan. How she wanted t hug him.

You gave me freedom to a life
Where dreams are born and truly became real

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[Conan Argenkye]

Conan rubbed a dark spot on Hawk's beak, smudging the blood on his thumb. His eyes then caught the blood on its back. Apparently Hawk had gotten in a fight during the hunt. The bird didnt seem too hurt, since it had flown back. He finished cleaning the beak with his thumb before getting inside the truck and made a mental note to clean Hawk's feathers at his house.

Once they got home, Conan removed his jacket, not paying attention to wherever Hawk had jumped to. Until he heard the television being turned on. He raised an eyebrow at seeing Hawk attempting to dance. Suddenly, as if remembering to behave, Hawk turned off the TV, with a look that Conan guessed was sulk.

Conan sat down to eat his dinner.Trying not to think about the fact that his supplies of meals that Akio had made for him was running out. It wasnt like he couldnt make his own food; he could cook or live without food for a few days. It was that those meals were the last thing that connected him with the friends he had lost.

He was still eating when his cellphone rang. It was a call from the new lieutenant. The call was short. There was mayhem at the city, a brawl between Faes. Conan only took a minute to grab the rest of his uniform before rushing out the door.

Some hours later, Conan returned, exhausted. He slammed the door shut after him. He would have stepped on Hawk if he hadn't stopped to drop his helmet to the floor.

"Are you here to greet me?" he said to the bird, with a raised eyebrow. He bent down and picked up Hawk. This really was a curious creature. He would try to see if there were any specialists in the army or in Dublin that could train a hawk; the bird could come in handy as a messenger.

Right now Conan was tired, mentally more than anything. His people was bringing nothing but distress to the world, and he had not stopped it when he had the chance. He was part to blame.

He carried Hawk upstairs to his room. He first undressed until he wore his night attire, his boxers. Rummaging his closet, he found an old blue shirt. He wrapped Hawk in it and carried the bird to his bathroom.

Something made him stop in the entrance. It was faint, but a trace of steam lay on the mirror. He traced the surface with a finger, feeling the cooling water stuck to it. If he werent so tired he would have inspected the house, looking for any sign of break in, but at the moment he just wanted to sleep.

First he had to Hawk. He sat on the toilet, took a small cloth, dipped it in water from the sink and got busy cleaning the blood off of the feathers. He did the job slowly, carefully, but without lasting too long on any feather. He didnt want to rip one out or make Hawk impatient. After he was done, Conan carried Hawk to his room and placed it on the floor, still wrapped in the shirt.

"That shirt is yours now," he told Hawk as he slipped into his bed covers.

He closed his eyes and sung to himself. A song to keep the dreams away for that night. He was in no mood to have nightmares.

[Akio "Hawk" Tori]

Hawk looked at Conan as he grabbed the phone. She tried to not be to obvious about it, and she tried to clean her feathers. She just looked after Conan as he left the house. She sat in the kitchen waiting. She had no idea what she was waiting for, but the second the sun was down, she changed into her human form. She looked down at herself. She felt dirty, and she was alone. It was simply to good to be true.

She ran upstairs and just let the bathtub get filled. She didn't use any soaps, as she wasn't sure if Conan would be able to smell it on her. So she just let the water cover her, as she sat down. She closed her eyes and just laid there in the hot water. Letting her fingers slide through the water, as she started to wash herself. She had never taken a shower in Conans house. That didn't mean she hadn't been in his bathroom before. She was almost 100% sure, that her father had once washed her her. She had sneaked into Conans house and eaten all the chocolate and cheesecake she had found.

The rest had been smeared all over her. She remembered she wasn't yelled at, both men had laughed at her. Apparently trying to look innocent and insist one had nothing to do with the missing chocolate and cheesecake was amusing. Hawk knew she had been the butt of many jokes. However she didn't mind it. They never laughed at her, but more with her. She smiled as she felt the sting of her tears. She would never laugh with her father again. She would never hug Conan again. She had lost everything.

She didn't hurry, she had all the time in the world. She knew that Conan would be gone the most of the night, so she simply took her time. If she had been bold enough she would have shaven, however she couldn't really get her self to use Conans. Especially cause he would use it after her. She sighed and leaned back. She couldn't do it to Conan. She would have to find her own. Or get one. However she had no idea how she would managed that.

When the water turned cold, she simply put more hot water in it, and showered to make sure she was clean. She got out of the bath tub, and let the water run out. She grabbed Conans brush and combed herself, she wondered if she should cut her hair. As her long hair would alarm Conan at one point, if she wasn't careful. She sighed as she had a towel around her, as she looked in the mirror. She smiled as she saw a ghost look back. She had lost a lot of weight. She could see the bones on her face, her ribs and more.

She sighed as she grabbed a toothbrush, she would have to hide it. And hope that Conan could not remember how many toothbrushes he had left. She brushed her teeth and looked around in the bathroom. She decided that she would hide it in the living room. The bathroom was not big enough for her to hide it for long. So she simply grabbed a bag and put the brush into it and hid it behind the TV.

Hawk put the wet towel in the laundry and changed to her hawk form. She let her wings bash around as she felt tense. She loved being in her human form, however she didn't feel safe any more. The fae that had killed her father, had taken everything away from her. Her father, her life, everything. She could not run around naked in Conans house. So she simply stayed in her shifted form.

The night was over so soon, and she looked at the headlights when Conan came home. She stood in front of the door, when Conan entered the house. She looked at him. So she would be his guard bird. She could do that. She looked at him, as he looked down at her. She let him pick her up, as he spoke. ”Are you here to greet me?” She would love to say yes, but she simply looked at him, as if he was nuts. Well if birds had that look anyway.

She was placed on a chair as she got to see Conan undress. She blushed and was for the first time thankful that she was in her birdish shape. As she didn't want Conan to know she had a serious crush on him. Beside if he knew it was her, she would have been sent to bed, and not gotten the very nice view she had now. When Conan went to the bathroom, he stopped. Hawk held her breath when she realised that there was a thin layer of steam in the bathroom. She would have to be more careful in the future.

She looked at Conan as he sat on the toilet with a cloth, he started to clean her up, and she simply looked at his tired eyes. He looked lost. He looked like he missed someone. However Hawk had no idea who it could be. Maybe her father? She let him clean her, and didn't bite him, when he pulled a feather. Besides it was itching, as it had been pulled half way out. She let Conan clean her. And lift her to his bedroom.

She was wrapped in a t-shirt, and when he put her down on the floor, he said ”That shirt is yours now.” Hawk was close to nodding. However she remembered just in the nick of time not to. She saw how Conan walked to the bed. She looked him over. Being a bird gave you one huge advantage. No one would ever think that she could not be allowed to watch. She was getting a very nice view of Conan. And she was loving every second of it. She wondered what he would do if he ever had a lady friend over for the night. Would she be in or out?

[Conan Argenkye]

Conan woke up in a daze. A dreamless night had served its purpose, he felt well rested yet his mind took a while to regain complete focus. One of the setbacks of song, all the loops had to be covered, otherwise it could create some unwanted side effects.

Once his mind was clear and functioning correctly, Conan got out of bed, grabbed a bundle of clothes and got into the bathroom. He took a quick shower and dressed in the bathroom, with the door closed. He had to admit that sometimes he felt that Hawk watched him to closely.

He got out of the bathroom and headed downstairs to the kitchen. He prepared himself a cereal and while munching he thought of what to do with the bird that lived with him. It was obvious at that point that the hawk had no intention of leaving, which meant that Conan would have to take care of it. Until it could feed itself and do what it pleased. For the time being he had a plan, but he didnt know if Hawk would like it.

When he finished eating, he picked up Hawk, placed it on his arm to stand and left the house. They walked a few blocks to their destination. A huge military tent laid where once stood a small children's park. Barks of dogs could be heard from within it. This was the military's animal training center. Dogs were trained to help find creatures and hidden places that were glamoured by faes and such. Hopefully the main trainer would have some use of Hawk, and help Conan train it.

Conan saw the trainer and greeted him. Immediately the soldier took great interest in Hawk. The trainer was young, late twenties, short brown hair and sparkling green eyes. His name was Mitch.

Mitch bombarded Conan with questions about the bird. He had never seen one so tamed and with a weird personality judging from what Conan told him.

"It's a very unique bird, Conan," Mitch said. "But look at the creature! It's as skinny as a Chihuahua dog! You haven't feed it properly."

Conan did admit that Hawk hadnt been good at the hunting, and he didnt know what to do with it. Mitch started working on it on a heartbeat. He told Conan to place the bird on one of the bird cages he had and that he would give it some raw meat he had. As a bird of prey he would prefer the live animal, but wouldnt say no to raw meat in the state it was in. They left Hawk in the cage and began talking of what training they could give Hawk.

Mitch didnt know much about training birds, he would investigate it that night and would try it next morning. Conan agreed an made arrangements for them to meet early the next day in Phoenix Park.

They left Hawk in the cage while they spent some time with the dogs. Conan wasnt much of an animal person, but at seeing the well trained military dogs, he could picture himself with one of those instead of the dancing Hawk. But for now he would see if the Hawk would do.

[Akio "Hawk" Tori]

See me fallen, yeah down and lonely
Are the angels on their way, i´m in the dirt
Hear me screaming, see me bleeding

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Hawk looked at Conan as he slept, enjoying the quiet time she got when he was around her, and didn’t stress about her. She just left his bedroom when he started to wake up. She was downstairs when he took the shower, and she didn't need a door open, to have a vivid imagination. She was on the back of a chair, grooming her feathers. She looked at Conan as he ate, and she tried to look as if she wasn't starving. However she failed. The way he looked at her, made er heart beat faster. He would never know who she was, he would never know what had happened. He would never comfort her in his arms again.

She let him do his morning routines, and simply looked at him, when he was in the kitchen. She let him pick her up, when he was done, and just sat there on his arm when he walked over to Mitch. She knew Mitch, very well one could say. She knew he had dated one of her class mates, and she knew he flirted with a lot of girls. Even her, when she had a normal girl, with normal problems. However when Conan started talking about her, she saw how Mitch got interested in her. She looked at him, and if she could have she would have told him Conan was taking good care of her. However she was hungry and slightly puzzled on why she was there.

She didn't need training all she needed was Conan to tell her what he wanted from her. She would do anything for him. However the second he placed her in the cage, she wanted to bite him. Was he giving her away? She turned her back to him, as she didn't know how to tell him she was offended. She started grooming herself, as she ignored the meat that was put in the cage with her. However when Conan and Mitch started playing with the dogs, she ate the meat. It wasn't warm but it would do.

Hawk watched Conan smile. She felt a stab in her heart, she could never make him smile like that. She finished eating, and simply looked at him. The dogs loved him, why wouldn't they. He was epic in everything he did. She stretched her wings one after the other. Before she turned around, to see Janice walk over to her cage. Janice was one of the girls Mitch had been with on and off. She didn't like her, however she was a good distraction right now. Hawk tilted her head, as she looked at Janices fingers. They were wriggling in the cage, and she just felt like being mean. So she moved closer and bent her head forward as if Janice could scratch her neck.

The second Janice had her fingers inside the cage, Hawk bit down hard. Earning a scream for her rewards. However Janice had a bad temper, she always had. She kicked the cage, and when it fell to the ground she kicked it twice, before the door swung open, and Hawk simply threw herself out of the cage, and took of, while screaming at Janice. She would get back at the kicking. However not right now. She wasn't in any pain. So she knew she had been lucky, however she wasn't about to just forgive anyone for putting her in a cage and letting Janice touch her.

She was angry, and without any warning she simply pulled her wings close to her body, and simply dived down at the dogs, and managed to bite one of them in the ear, before she took of. Flying as high as she could. Round in circles she simply lazy kept herself up high, as she could see the spectacle unfold below her. She didn't come when Mitch called for her, she ignored Conan and simply turned around, and flew away. She was angry and needed to regroup and find out how to take care of herself.

She refused to ever have to eat anything that Mitch would ever touch. So she flew towards the forest. She spent all of her day hunting, however it was far more trickier than it looked. She did however managed to get quite skilled at flying. The food she had eaten helped her. She wasn't as cold as she had been the other days. And she could keep herself in the air. So she didn't return before the dusk was in the horizon. She didn't do anything, however she landed in one of the trees in Conans garden, as she looked at him starting supper. She wondered if anyone would miss her, if she just flew away forever.

When Conan finally spotted her, she didn't move. When he opened the door, she still didn't move. She was angry with him, however she didn't know how to show him, that cages were not something she would ever accept. She didn't come down to him when he come to her, she didn't jump on his arm, but she didn't move away either. She just let her beak when he took her down. She sat as she was carried into the house. She sat on the chair, and just made her beak make some grinding sounds which was every birds happy noise. Not that she was sure if he knew it.

However she didn't follow him when he was called out. All she did was wait till the car was gone, before she changed and grabbed her tee that he had given her, and took a shower, before she simply went downstairs and into the living room, where she watched a film till she fell asleep. She woke up hearing the car was back, she changed and simply let the tee lay around her. As if she had sneaked under it to get warm. However she had simply forgotten to take it of.

She looked at him, and just let him walk upstairs and didn't follow him, she just sighed when he turned of the TV before he left her alone. However he was up bright and early. Looking like he needed more sleep. However she tried to behave like a bird. She let him take her to Mitch and didn't bite anyone. Well not to begin with. However she didn't do anything that Mitch tried to get her to, but anything Conan said. He would barely finish the command before she was in the air, doing what ever he wanted from her. Ignoring the fact that there was no way she could know it, or the fact that birds wouldn't understand some of the commands. She just wanted to please Conan so he didn't throw her out, or got himself a stupid dog!

Cause the day's no more the same
Without you
Promise me, my daughter, you always will

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