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Character Portrait: Cyrus James Character Portrait: Maddox Rei Izumi
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M A D D O X .I Z U M I
location: Izumi Estate
wearing: simple suit




Four...Five...maybe six. Maddox has lost count of how many glasses of wine he's had tonight. The party guests move around him like blurry shadows as he finishes the glass. Out of the corner of his eye he can see his father, chatting up cooperates and CEO's all while keeping a strict eye on him. How long has he been here now? He glances at the gold studded clock hanging on the wall behind him and turns away with a barely audible sigh. One hour and twenty-three minutes of having to pretend he's okay and happy to be there. It's exhausting.

"Maddox? My goodness, is that you?" fighting every fiber of his being to walk out the nearest door and ignore the voice behind him with out so much as glancing over his shoulder, Maddox forces on his award-winning smile. The one he's had to have plastered on for the past hour and a half. They say if you smile and say you're happy enough, you'll start to believe it's true. That's probably the biggest lie Maddox has ever heard. Casually turning on his heels, he comes face to face with a girl. The kind of gil any man would dream about. Tall, sun-kissed skin, long and wavy brown hair that falls effortlessly over her shoulders, bright blue eyes and wine colored lips that twist into a heart-pounding smile. Probably the most beautiful woman Maddox has ever seen...and he couldn't care less. "You are correct, miss...?". She frowns softly and places both hands on her hips in offense.

"Come on Maddy, don't act like you don't remember me!" she protests and Maddox immediately begins to run through all the girls he's slept with within the past few months hoping to find a resemblance, but comes up empty. "You'd think helping you sneak out of your dad's place so many times would at least have earned me a spot in your heart" she pouts and the memory of her faces flips on like a switch. His forced smile slowly morphs into astonishment while he quickly gives the woman another look over. "Anabelle?". Her lips curl up into a bright smile, much brighter than before. "I'm sorry....last time I saw you, you had braces and giant round glasses" he says, feeling the relief of being able to speak losely with someone he actually doesn't mind speaking to. Momentarily ignoring the deep, aching knot in his throat that has only gotten worse over the past few days. "Which you broke twice" she points out with a soft giggle. "It's hard to believe when I last saw you, you were still shorter than me and looked like an uncooked noodle". Maddox nods, wishing wholeheartedly that he could laugh with her, talk and joke about all the trouble they used to get in back in middle school, but half of a smile is all he can manage. Anabelle, just like before, notices immediately. "What's wrong?" her smile drops to a worried frown and now on top of everything else, Maddox feels guilty. "Ah, nothing, it's just been a long day-" Anabelle waves off his attempt to lie, clearly not having any excuses. "I don't care how long it's been, you're still not going to be able to fool me Maddox". There's a flicker of something Maddox doesn't quite get as she glances over at his father before meeting his eyes again. "It's his fault again, isn't it?". For the first time in a long time, Maddox feels completely transparent, as if everything he's feeling and thinking is playing out across his face for her to see. It's an usual feeling and he really doesn't like it. Her bright blues stare back at him with a tint of something familiar, haunting, and suddenly it's not her blue eyes he's looking at, it's somebody else's. The knot in his chest burns as he forces himself to tare his eyes away. At the risk of being scolded by his father yet again, Maddox decides it's time to leave. "Sorry Annie...I should go" he mutters, tugging nervously at his own tie. He turns and heads for the exit, but not before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on her cheek, accompanied by a "Thank you".

The air running through his bedroom balcony is harsh, pounding into his face like dull punches. Another empty glass of wine hangs loosely from his hand, threatening to fall and burst into uncountable pieces on the pavement two stories bellow. The image of the pair of blue eyes plays over and over again in his head, as well as everything that happened the last time he saw them. Something inside him ignites, like someone adding gasoline to an already raging fire. Suddenly the half empty glass of Chateau is flying out of his hand and crashing into the nearest wall. Taking in a large drink of air, he heads down to the kitchen, deciding to skip the glass and go straight to the bottle of Jack Daniels. On his way to it, something unusual catches his attention. The door to his father's office is unlocked, open maybe half of an inch. In the back of his mind, Maddox knows this is probably a trick set up by the man himself, but at this moment he can hardly care. The lights are on, as usual, as Maddox walks quietly inside. A faint buzzing draws him to the desk drawer, and just as imagined, his phone is laying face down under a heavy stack of papers. Notifications flood the screen once he turns it on, several names displaying across it, but none catch his attention. He frowns at the screen, feeling an overwhelming wave of disappointment. Still he can't help but navigate over to his name. Cy: 13 missed calls, 1 text message, 4 voicemails. A sharp stab of guilt comes with the terror and uncertainty of listening to those voicemails which have clearly already been opened. Yet, before he knows it, he's listening to the first one. The message ends as quickly as it starts and the next one begins. His chest feels tight, like there's not enough air in the world that could help him breathe, and Cyrus' voice almost burns against his ear as the third message plays out, almost in slow motion. Fuck you, Maddox.

"Go ahead, call him back" the silver device slips through his fingers, baging against the half opened drawr and tumbling to the ground. Maddox's eyes don't follow it. They're too busy staring at the man in front of him. "Pardon?". His father takes a couple of steps forward, his features stone still in an impossibly neutral expression. "I said, call him back" his lips are the only thing that moves as the rest of his face and body are static. Maddox doesn't speak, only watches as his father walks over and picks the cell phone off of the carpeted floor. He holds the phone up for his son to take, Cyrus' name and number showing on the screen. "And make sure to tell him to stop trying, because you'll never be seeing him again."