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 Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 8:26 pm
Aya Kosakurchi t+DREANLESSt+  Aya woke up hours after Fuki had left the house. Walking downstairs, at first he didn't notice the note until after he started the coffe maker, heating up some water. Looking at the counter, he read Fuki's note rolling his eyes. "Always last min. with you." he muttered to himself. He poured some hot water into a mug mixing in creme carmel flavored coffe walking into the living room turning on the tv.Fuki Kosakurchi T+ CARELESS T+  Fuki was getting frustrated that non of her attacks were connecting, until she played a little dirty, throwing a cheap kick. Once her leg was grabbed, she stood up on her hands, her back turned away. Once Ellodren finished speaking, she smirked but kept it hidden. "I guess so. But you also shouldn't talk for so long..." she said as she pushed off the floor twilring her body so that her free leg would be able to kick him straight in the face. Once she was released, she stood up, her top was loose which revealed some of her mark, but she didn't care.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 4:31 pm
Ellodren watched as her top got a little looser. It seemed like she had a birthmark similar to his, and he folllowed it instead of her foot with his eyes. That was a mistake. The face-kick hurt! "Much, much better. I like your style. I think I might need to throw in an attack now." He muttered, dodging her kicks. The style comment was truthful, too. "As.... thus." He whipped out his hand and whacked Fuki in the chest, sending her flying. She landed on the mat.
I wonder how long it will take the girl to get up.... he thought. I didn't do anything that could have seriously injured her, so she should be able....
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 4:42 pm
Fuki Kosakurchi T+ CARELESS T+ "Thankyou." she said about the comment of her style. Fuki mostly foucsed on Tai Kwan Dou styles, but she also threw in a little judo and jujutsu. However her gaurd was down has his hand connected with her chest, her mark. She was a sent a bit away, landing on the mat. Howerver the contact made her blood pulse, well more like her whole body pulse with the contact. She was stunned as she layed there for a bit.
It took her a while to stand up. Her body felt slightly feverish. Now you could see her full mark, as well as something indicating a black tank-top under her current clothes. She looked at Ellodren for a minute, not moving. It took her a minute for her body to regester her minds comands. She dashed at him throwing several punches an kicks. Once she was close to him, she said one word. "Careless?" though it turned out like a question.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 6:06 pm
She lifted up with a surprising amount of elegance. Ellodren noted that the odd mark on the base of her neck seemed to have changed colours. But he refused to make the same mistake twice. He conentrated entirely on dodging her blows, then neatly sidestepped her and kicked her behind the legs. She managed to reestablish her balance, however, and then... somthing odd happened. She said the word "Careless". It might have been that she was censuring herself for allowing him to nearly get her to the ground, or she may have known the effect it would have, but he barely even registered who spoke it. At once he felt a tug, above and to the right of his heart, right where he was marked. Had he looked at it, he would have noticed it had started glowing. But he was too mesmerized by hers to notice his own. He had just realized it was the exact same shape, in the exact same place, and it was shining.
It looked beautiful.
He was hypnotized.
He didn't notice what Fuki was doing at all anymore. The only thing he could think was two words.
My Sacrifice.
((WOOT! so long!))
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 6:42 pm
Fuki Kosakurchi T+ CARELESS T+ Fuki stopped when she noticed Ellodren was staring at her mark, which was glowing. She was a foot or two away, as she looked at the man in front of her. "Your mark, can I see it?" she asked as she walked up to him, only a few inches away from him. Hesitantly, she picked up her hand reaching out, as if she was was unsure whether she should touch him or not. Automatically though, her hand moved on its own as if she was pulled by something, her hand placing itself where his mark may be.
She looked up at him, he was taller than her, then again she was slightly on the shorter side. "My fighter." she whispered, unable to take her eyes off him.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 8:40 am
Rushing wasn't something Verikai minded much. He did however notice the change in aura as the two walked towards the train. Standing in the terminal he looked around and watched all the people. He never took the train, he walked almost everywhere so this was a rather interesting experience for him. He watched as the lights flashed at the end of the tunnel and the train drove by ending his pale purple hair a mess as he looked at the crowd that was gathering in the train. Standing in the corner Saito was against the wall and Verikai was in front of him his hand rested neatly on the wall beside Saito's head as he held the little sacrifice close to his figure. He eyed all the people on the train creating a small summary of who was where and what they looked like. He heard the girls complain about perverts and knew what he needed to keep an eye out for. He nuzzled Saito right before the disembarked and moved down the streets with Saito at the lead of the pack. He kept the boy in eye distance making sure that he was safe.
Listening halfheartedly to the explanation his eyes wandering from shop to shop as heard the little back ground the boy was providing for him. He paused when he heard he phone ring and looked down at Saito. He was close enough to hear the women via the phone and knew his little sacrifice was a big fat liar. He glared at Saito his lips turned into a frown, "Don't lie to me Saito...." he snapped as he walked up to the boy and bent down and in a single swift movement scooped him up in his arms. He walked forwards placing Saito's bag in the boy's lap as he carried him bridle style. He looked a head awaiting directions, "If you lie to me again...I am never going to forgive you." he said his voice cold but hurt at the same time. Was he not to be trusted? He didn't like that feeling nor did he like feeling like Saito was hiding things from him. They had a bond and that was not allowed. He signed and continued carrying the boy home.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 12:25 pm
~~Saito Komomura*ENDLESS*~~  "Don't lie to me Saito...." Verikai snapped at him while glaring.
Saito wanted to feign ignorance...to say, "I'm not lying..." But he couldn't. Verikai's glare was too strong. Saito didn't want Verikai to worry....he also didn't want to be pitied or thought of as weak just because he resigned himself to be kicked around by his supposed parents.
"...."
Saito stood there, looking at the floor.
All of a sudden Verikai scooped him up into his arms bridal style as he began to carry him.
Saito blushed madly as he said, Wha-wa-wait! we're in public" As poeple he knew from his neighborhood walked past while whispering and giggling, pointing to them.
Saito just stared down into his own hands as he was carried.
"If you lie to me again...I am never going to forgive you." Verikai said coldly...but Saito knew that the fighter was hurt.
Saito continued to look down at his hands as he said, "It's...it's not as if I don't trust you....I don't want you to pity me or think of me as weak. I hate it when people do that....and it would hurt if you did it too."
Saito raised his head alittle as he said, "4 years ago, my dad died....my mom was heartbroken...I was at a young age...but i tried to help her out as much as I could. About 3 weeks after my father died, she brought home a drunk who she said she was "in love" with. I accepted it because i loved my mom and wanted her to be happy....but it wasn't long until she picked up his habit and began to drink too. It happened when I was 13. My loser step-dad, just came home from the bar along with my mother. I was sitting in my room doing my homework, minding my own buisness...when he first attacked me. After that point, he's made it a daily habit of beating the crap outta me at least once a day.."
Saito glared into his own hands.
Saito point to the bandages wrapped around his skull. "Although it gets pretty bad sometimes....I don't really care anymore. He can beat me however many times he wants....but he won't win. He was to isolate me....to make sure that I am alone in the world. I guess he takes pleasure in making my life a living hell. But I really don't care..."
Saito pointed to the corner as he said, "turn there and my house is the 4th one on the street."
As they neared the house, Saito jumped out of Verikai's hands and said, "...well....um...I-I guess i'll see you tomorrow?" Saito could see his loser step-dad staring out the window, waiting for him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 11:24 am
Kichi Mahiko †† sleepless †† 
Kichi's eyes widened when he head his name, the voice so full of longing and despair. ururu was hurting himself by doing this... but why? Ururu had said what it wasn't because of Kichi, so what was it? He then saw Ururu's hand, a fresh wound on his knuckles. Was that it?
Because he'd gotten mad at that person? Did he feel guilty for hurting him? if that was the case... then how could Kichi fix it? Did... Ururu think that he was hurting Kichi?
"U-ururu... I-I need you..." Kichi said quietly, still on the floor, his tearstained face looking down now.
It all hurt so much... Ururu's words, his fear of Kichi hugging him... it was all just so painful. He was suddenly very tired, and ended up falling asleep instantly. Looks like they'd be skipping school today. Right now, even in unconsciousness, Kichi didn't care, because he could feel a warmth and a sense of rising. The warmth from Ururu. As he was being laid down, he grabbed onto Ururu's shirt, whimpering. he didn't let go of his shirt, because he wanted... no... NEEDED for ururu to stay.
As he slept, his dream had an ache to it, probably because some of the warmth from his last dream was missing. ururu was still holding back slightly, tough his arms were finally around Kichi again. This time, nothing disturbed them, and as Kichi dreamed, he planned. He began thinking of how he could let Ururu know how much Kichi had come to depend upon him after only one day. How Ururu had given him almost nothing but comfort and protection. As he thought and dreamed, he snuggled closer into Ururu's chest.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 6:02 pm
~~Ururu Hisaki *Sleepless*~~  Ururu couldn't bear to look at the little sacrifice any longer.
" Kichi...it's just...i..."
"U-ururu... I-I need you..." The little boy said said while his tear-stained face looked down at the floor.
Kichi had no idea. He needed him? Kichi had no idea...just know much URURU needed him. If Kichi ever left him....Ururu didn't even think he could continue on living. The little boy meant the world to him. Kichi was his reason for breathing....the reason that his heart beat.
"Kichi...Your-"
Ururu watched as Kichi's body went limp and he fell to the side.
"KICHI?!" Ururu ran to the little boys side and held he up. He put his ear on his little chest. "*snoring*...." Ururu felt his heart lift as he smiled down. "He must've been tired..."
Ururu picked up the little boy, bridal style, as he walked to the bedrrom and gently laid him down. As he was getting back up. He felt a tug in the fron tof his shirt. Even though Kichi was asleep, he held on tightly to him, whimpering. Ururu hated himself. He had hurt the little boy....his sacrifice...All because of his selfish-ness.....
"Kichi...." Ururu caressed the little boys face.
Ururu sat at the edge of the bed as he patted Kichi's head. Ururu couldn't help staring at the little boys face....he was so calm...so peacful....everything he wasn't at the moment.
Ururu just didn't know what to do. He hated making Kichi sad.....but there was no denying that Ururu was scared. He lived the little boy...he would do anything for him....he knew it probably kept getting how many time he said it, but it scared him just how much he loved him. Maybe Ururu was the only one who loved this much....he didn't want to scare him away...maybe Kichi would think it was freaky? scary even?
"Uru......u..." Ururu heard the little boy mumbling in his sleep as the little boy rested his head on his lap, snuggling in face against his stomach..
Ururu had almost bent down to kiss the little boy. No...I have to back off... Ururu closed his eyes, wishing that Kichi would love him just as much he love him, if that were possible...or that Kichi wouldn't be afraid of the extent to with Ururu wanted to show his love for him.
"..I'm sorry...Kichi....I'm really sorry...." Ururu said with a pained look in his eyes.
So afterwards, Ururu felt himself drifting off into a deep sleep still patting the boys head.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 6:24 pm
Kichi Mahiko †† sleepless ††
Kichi woke up hours later, feeling the hand still on his head. He felt on the verge of tears as he saw how troubled ururu looked, even in his sleep. Carefully, he arranged ururu into a more comfortable position and covered him up, kissing his forehead before looking around and seeing some paper and a pencil. He took them and wrote out a message: 'I'll be in the kitchen working on something, please come and see me when you wake up. I have to tell you something.' He bit his lip as he signed it and set it under Ururu's hand, where he was sure to feel it when he woke up.
He walked into the kitchen, putting up the brownies and setting to work again as he got out some more milk, vanilla, sugar, salt, ice, a gallon sized bag, and a sandwich bag. It was something he'd learned in science: how to make ice cream without an ice cream maker.He put the milk, vanilla, and sugar in the sandwich bag, then filled the larger bag with a little more than halfway full of salt and ice. He stuck the smaller bag in it after making sure that it was sealed and began kneading it and tossing it quietly, occasionally stopping to run his hands under cool water to warm them up. The cool water felt warm after the contact with the ice.
He continued on until enough ice cream was ready, then heated up the brownies to gooey goodness. As he heated them up, he got some chocolate syrup, microwaving it before putting it all together, setting a brownie in a bowl, ice cream on top, then drizzling it all with warm chocolate syrup. Then he heard ururu stirring, and smiled. This had to work, at least to make a smile. If it didn't, then he would have to command ururu again, though he didn't want to.
He just didn't want ururu to be sad anymore. He wanted ururu to be happy again and laugh, and kiss him sometimes like he usually did. He wanted ururu to hug him back, and comfort him, and tell him everything was okay. He wanted Ururu to accept his form of showing how much he loved him. He was far from skilled sexually, and was too shy to lead in anything.
Instead, he showed affection with hugs, smiles, meals, and cleaning. Maybe that's why Ururu wasn't happy? Because he didn't show his love the usual way? If it made Ururu happy, should he try showing his love a different way? He blushed at the thought, but knew that, if it came down to it, he could try showing his love in a different way. even if he would be changing himself to do so.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 6:46 pm
~~Ururu Hisaki *Sleepless*~~ Ururu slowly stirred out of his sleep. He turned his head to look at his alarm clock. 8:21...They were late for school. Ururu wasn't one to really go to school anyway...but he didn't think Kichi skipped school...or at least he didn't seem like the type to. Ururu yawned, stretching his hands above his head. when he felt a paper in his hand.
"Huh?" Now that Ururu was fullyawake, he didn't see Kichi anywhere. Ururu realized that his worst fear had came true...Kichi left and had left him a note telling him that he didn't like him anymore.
Ururu's heart grew cold, as he trembled and openned the note.
'I'll be in the kitchen working on something, please come and see me when you wake up. I have to tell you something.'
Ururu thought that this was worse....he was going to tell him that he was leaving.
Ururu couldn't bear for him to leave, before he knew the truth...Ururu made up his mind....he would ask Kichi, what he had been wanting to ask him all morning.
He sighed as he stood up and walked into the living room, the smell of brownies hitting his nose.
The little boy had his back turned as Ururu sat at the table quietly.
Finally he said, "Kichi....I...I want to ask you something o-okey? And I want you to give me an honest answer..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 7:00 pm
Kichi Mahiko †† sleepless ††
Kichi turned around, his surprise still hidden from view, when he heard kichi's voice. He saw how... scared...? Ururu was scared of something, but what? He wanted to know what had caused this fear, but he had to remind himself to resolve this problem first. "M-me first." He said, biting his lip as he showed him the treat, putting a spoon in and holding it out to Ururu.
"I-I know it's not much... a-and it's not kisses o-or...." He blushed and brought himself back on track. "B-but it's how I show that I l-love you." he said, then his ears lowered some. "I-if you don't l-like it... th-then I can try and change. I-I can try to show that I-I love you in some other way... l-like how everyone e-else does." He said this last part quietly, looking up at Ururu anxiously, awaiting his answer. He still had the bowl held out towards Ururu, and he hoped that Ururu would accept it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 7:20 pm
~~Ururu Hisaki *Sleepless*~~ "M-me first." Kichi said. Oh crap....Ururu prepared himself for the worst.
Kichi turned around, biting his lip as he held out a bowl of ice cream and brownie. Ururu certainly wasn't expecting this...
"I-I know it's not much... a-and it's not kisses o-or...." Kichi blushed and brought himself back on track. "B-but it's how I show that I l-love you. I-if you don't l-like it... th-then I can try and change. I-I can try to show that I-I love you in some other way... l-like how everyone e-else does."
Ururu stared shocked;...wait...what? Ururu couldn't have heard him correctly.....Did Kichi really believe that was the problem? That Ururu wanted to do Kichi? Ururu found this majorly cute.
Ururu couldn't help it, as he started grinning and laughing, finally acting like his old self again. Ururu stood up and ruffled the little boys hair as he took the bowl from him, still grinning.
"Kichi.." Ururu said chuckling, "I know you love me...I can tell that this is the way you show it...your not exactly hard to figure out. I don't want you to be like everyone else, because you mean something different to me...you mean MUCH more to me....so all that I ask is for you to be yourself okay?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 7:26 pm
Under any other circumstance Ellodren would have panicked that sshe had noticed his mark. But this time, he was too busy staring at hers, and besides, somehow, he knew he could trust this girl. At least, his instinct did.
His more rational side, on the other hand, was screaming. How could you go and show this girl? She barely knows you! You barely know her! Never mind that, she's FEMALE! How in the world did you get yourself mixed up witha GIRL! What are you doing! Throwing away all caution, all restraint, and all your sense of self just to be with a young girl you barely know!
He nodded.
Traitor! Think for a moment! Just...
He raised his own hand.
THINK! The consequences of this...
And then he touched her mark, and all thought was obliterated.
"My sacrifice."
"Careless"
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 7:35 pm
Kichi Mahiko †† sleepless ††
Kichi was startled as Ururu started laughing, then he smiled with relief. Ururu was acting normal again. Somehow, this had worked. As he listened to Ururu, he smiled more and flung his arms around Ururu's neck, hugging him and crying with relief that his Ururu was back. He looked up at Ururu and kissed his cheek, then nuzzled him.
He couldn't help it, he was just so happy. "Y-you had me worried. I-I was afraid you'd never smile again o-or hug me... o-or laugh." He shuddered at the very idea of that happening, for Ururu to simply be emotionless, lifeless. He soon smiled again, however. This wasn't the time to think like that, nor would it ever be.
"But now you are!" He said, kissing his cheek again. Then, he let go, holding the bowl out to Ururu again. "But you still have to eat this, because I worked really hard on it!" He said with a fake pout.
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