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 Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 3:30 pm
Ellodren decided that this time, he was going to go down Kensingot street, something he barely ever did. He needed some change in scenery, and he thought he remembered they held little races a few blocks down. maybe he would join one.
Brother is right. I'm an insufferable show-off, aren't I? he thought. He chucked as he got near the intersection.
WHAM!
"Ouch!" Ellodren said. The guy had barreled right into him!
THUNK!
A smaller wheight was added to the growing pile on top of Ellodren.
He looked up. It was the girl from the dojo, the one that had the same mark. Fuki Kosakurchi.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 5:31 pm
~~Ururu Hisaki *Sleepless*~~  ((Just to keep everyone up to date, The time is around 7:00 at night O.O lol)) "What? Surprised?" The girl said from behind him as she quickened her pace, both at the same speed.
"Grrr I'm gonna win!" As he gained a litlle burst of speed. He rounded a corner while his head was turned backwards, staring at Fuki while sticking out his tounge. Needless to say, he was in his Competitive mood.
"Hehehe, I bet you can't keep up wit-"
WHAM!
Ururu ran smack into something or someone hard as he fell to the ground. His vision was blurry from the hit as he mumbled, "Huh?whazzgoin-"
THUNK!
He could feel a smaller weigh on top of him as it banged his head on his ground. He was surprised he wasn't unconcious as he sat up slowly, shaking off the pain while rubbing the huge red dot on his forehead.
He openned his eyes as he stared ahead, at the guy sitting across from him, rubbing his head.
Ururu grinned sheepishly as he said, "Hehe, sorry about that...I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." The guy however wasn't paying him the slightest attention...Insted he was staring at Fuki who was rubbing her head while staring at the man surprised.
Ururu said, feeling like the third wheel, "Ummm hehehe...Fuki, You know him?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 6:02 pm
Aya Kosakurchi t+DREANLESSt+  "I can keep up wi..." Fuki's word got cut off as she ran into Ururu as he ran into someone else. She was pushed back her head smacking the concrete. She layed there for a while dazed. Pain rang through her head, and it increased as she tried to sit up holding her head. Her vision was blurry, everything was spinning. She stared at Ellodren as her vision cleared. When Ururu spoke up she automatically turned torwards him. Bad move. Her head started spinning again. "Um yea, sorta." she said as she felt something sticky and heard something dripping.
She placed her hand gently pressed against her left side of her head, just below her temple. Looking at her hand she felt something sticky, and dark. Blood. "Not good." she said as she held her punding head. She stood up, her head spun more, as she looked like a wasted teenager. She took a few steps, along with dizziness, was nausea, pounding everytime she took a step, and being on the verge of blacking out. No way could she walk home like this.Fuki Kosakurchi T+ CARELESS T+ 
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 7:12 pm
--Relentless-- I told you, I can't make it today. You need to go on your own. The voice bounced around in his head, making this man remember why he was out here. The sacrifice for Fearless, a 20 year old teacher for the high school, had been told by his brother to go out and search for this person they were both meant to meet. The meeting that they had was canceled because of a personal problem with the brothers. They had their first day of class with a lot of people, but that wasn't the reason why they missed it. It was today, though.
Today, Azreal was walking the town on his own, his brother getting their lesson plan together. They had been absent from school for these last few days, having been at a friend's house helping them recover from a loss. It was hard for them as well, and it took a lot more to get their friend and themselves to recover enough to enter this town again. Rauko, the fighter for Relentless, needed to get the lesson plan ready for when they did return to school. Rauko was also the one who went the to conference for Azreal had been in the city all day trying to figure out where this person was. Maybe it was too late to get information. They were neutral but they still fought against the darker figures in their life, the Fighter and Sacrifice world that they had been tossed into at such a young age.
He had checked over ten places within the last hour alone, the darkness closing in on him during that time. Azreal wasn't about to give up. If there was trouble brewing, they would need to be in the know about it. That, and the other team that taught at the high school. They were teachers there, but they were helping their pupils get stronger and stronger. If danger was close, the teachers would teach their students different methods of fighting. By now, the kids had probably gotten into their first fights, knowing what they were capable of or how to fight more than before. It was still dangerous to have them unaware of the different kinds of spells out there and their own styles. Its was why the teachers were there, to help the students.
Letting out a sigh, Azreal moved across the street with the rest of the crowd, moving into a small diner. He had no clue what kind or where he was at the moment but he needed something to eat and to drink. He also needed to rest before he continued on his travel. Looking around, he noticed that this place was a bit different than the rest. Something, however, was bothering him. His left forearm. It was where his true name was, and it hardly ever bothered him unless another team was around or- Or his fighter! That would be a relief, to finally meet his fighter. His brother had yet to find his, and if Azreal found his partner first. How much bragging rights he could have!
Then again, it wasn't all about the bragging rights that he was excited about. It meant that he wouldn't be alone any more, that the rest of his soul would be complete. Running a hand through his hair, Azreal put on a confident, but not smarty, smile. He had confidence that the slight tinging in his arm meant that his fighter was around here somewhere. Just to find him.
--Fearless--
"To fear the name, is to fear life itself."
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 7:31 pm
This women was odd in his opinion. He didn't like women in general but this women she was different. He got shivers down his spine from her making his ears spike forwards as she spoke. He felt like he was on constant guard. He walked forwards his steps following behind her. He looked down with a rather annoyed look on his face. He didn't say anything in particular because he didn't know what this women was capable of doing to Saito yet. He watched as the boy told him to meet him in his room. He nodded his head, hesitant as he walked up the stairs and followed his instinct into the boy's room.
Sitting on the boy's bed Verikai looked around the room taking in everything and anything while at the same time doing his best to listen to the small hushes of a voices downstairs. He frowned as he it fell silent and heard the boy moving towards the room. He sighed as a small smile slipped onto his lips and he wrapped his arms around the boy. He kissed his lips softly as he held the boy to his chest as they sat neatly on the bed. He noticed the red mark around the boy's neck and a small frown slipped over his lips. He didn't like the look of that mark but he didn't know what else to say either. He pulled the wraps off the boys head and examined the damage. He knew the boy needed stitches. He frowned as he grabbed the first aid kit and cleaned the wound and bandaged it again. He heard the statement about that evening and frowned.
"We'll figure something out hun. All it takes it a little planning. I can always kidnap you." Verikai teased as he looked down at the small boy in his arms. He didn't know what else to do.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 7:46 pm
"Jin, we have another customer." came the nekko-maid's voice from the doorway.
Her main role was to stand by the door and welcome customers. After she had shown Azreal to his table, she had quickly popped her head into the backroom and given Jin the heads up.
Smiling slightly, Yuujinchou stood and grabbed his tray. In truth he had been on a break.
A break that had ended with him realizing that his arm felt a bit itchy.
Rubbing the name on his arm, a name that he had never really been able to understand, Jin headed back out into the cafe.
"I'm sorry for the wait, and the heat. Our air conditioner is broken." Yuujinchou smiled, handing Azreal a black menu. "What would you like to drink?"
He paused, his smile faltering slightly. Jin's arm was tingling now, not just a small itch.
Jin held up a hand, "Could you um... excuse me for a moment? I'll be right back to take your order." he bowed slightly before retreating to the back of the cafe.
Quickly, Yuujinchou untangled his arm from the voluminous robe that he wore. He pulled his left arm out, exposing a bandage around the limb. Carefully, Jin unwound the bandage and looked to the name.
"What's wrong with it?" he found himself whispering to the silence of the back room.
Having seen Jin's retreat, the nekko-maid made her way to Azreal's table again. "Sorry about that, um... could I get your drink order?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 10:09 pm
~~Saito Komomura*ENDLESS*~~  As Soon as Saito closed his room door, Verikai pulled him next to him on the bed. Ssito could feel his mothers hands still on his neck..it stung. Verikai kiessed his lips softly as Saito took confort in it. Saito rested his head on his chest as he said,
"I honestly don't see how I'm going to get permission to leave..."
Verikai stood up without a word as he grabbed Saito's First aid kit (which he kept nearby) and begun to rebandage his wound on his forhead. Saito's room was bleak. There was also a certain coldness to it, which made it a room unwated by anyone. But Saito liked it. He liked having the feeling that he was closed off from everything....it made him feel safe and calm. As he stared at Verikai's face however, It seemed as if his room brightened...As if all the sad memories and cold were sucked up by his rays. Saito could feel the love and warmth radiating around him. Around Verikai and him. It was a nice feeling.
Saito jumped at Verikai's voice interrupting his thoughts.
"We'll figure something out hun. All it takes it a little planning. I can always kidnap you."
Saito laughed a little as he snuggled closer to his fighter.
Saito closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth he felt...when he heard heavy footstep coming towards his door. He knew those footstep...It was his stepfathers.
"Damn it..." He said more to himself as he quickly jumped up and met his father at the door, trying to close it, so that his face could only be seen through it.
"Yes?" He said nonchalontly through the crack.
"Don't play dumb boy. I know you have someone here with you. Your mother told me. I just came.....to say Hello." He grinned evilly.
Saito held the doorknob firm as he whispered, "My friend left already. Theres no one in here but me."
"Oh really?" His step-father threw the door open with so much force, That Saito flew back and hit the wall, while sliding to the floor.
"No..." Saito said as he step-father walked in and stared Verikai up and down.
"Who the hell are you?" His father said with a sneer.
His mother appeared right behind him as she said, "That's his friend Verikai dear, lets leave them alone right now..."
His Step-father smacked his mother hard as she fells to the ground.
"Don't tell me what to do Reesa, I'LL handle it."
Saito face contorted into a snarl as he yelled "You bas***d! Get away from her!"
Saito jumped up and ran at his step-father. He laughed as grabbed Saito's armed and punched him hard in the stomach.
Saito yelled at the pain as he slid to the floor.
His father stepped over Saito's body as he said to Verikai, "Welocme to the Komomura household. Now....get the hell out. Saito doesn't need you."
He stood big and tall in front of Verikai and He jerked almost tripping. Saito had held onto his leg so he couldn't move.
"Hmph...I see you still need some house training!" He laughed wickedly as he was about to stomp on his face.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 1:59 pm
Hearing the stomps of the feet up the stairs he tensed up and he cradled the boy in his arms till the boy stood up. He paused as he rose for a minute his figure slipped into guard mode as he watched the boy answer the door and could smell the vodka from where he was standing in the room. He looked up and his eyes narrowed and when the door flung open his eyes flashed towards Saito who flew against the wall. He hissed slightly as his hair stood on end. Watching the anger ridden man walk up to him he felt his eyes narrow as he rose to his feet and stood face to face with the the man. He didn't flinch away. He watched as Saito dashed at the man and was punched in the stomach. His anger seethed as he felt his tail spike out slightly. He stood face to face with the man his head tilted slightly.
"Orders Master?" Verikai mumbled as he looked down at the boy. The minute he saw the danger "To slow..." he snapped as he round house kicked the man in the rib cage knocking him off the boy. He leaned down and lifted Saito up and placed his down on the bed. He tilted his head slightly, "Orders?" he said against as he cracked his knuckles and watched as the man seemed to recover from his kick. He let out a deep hiss of air from his lips as he felt the small amount of tension in his fist.
Verikai wanted the man dead. He flicked his tail as he stood his guard his ears pinned back in a very aggressive manner. It wrapped around his legs slightly as he watched the man.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 2:30 pm
--Relentless-- The restaurant was nice, different from the others, but something he found interest in. It was the main reason why he was still here, that was, before he felt the tingling in his arm. He watched as a waiter came up to him, smiling warmly. It was when his arm started to burn the worst. So, this one here was his fighter. How interesting. Judging by how the other acted, he didn't understand anything. Many didn't know why their names itched when in range of their partners, or even burned when they were close. Those who had the training of a true fighter or sacrifice did. Especially those who trained others.
Nodding at the man disappeared to the back, his eyes closing as he rested his forehead on his index fingers, the others folded together nicely while the thumbs were against his cheek. Beside him on the table was a small folder, clearly holding something by the size of it. It was this that his eyes had turned to. He was meant to find their 'spy' today, but instead he found his fighter. What strange turns of events.
His attention was drawn back to the restaurant as someone else talked to him. His head moved from his hands in order to look up at the female. "Hm. What do you have here? Also, if you don't have someone on the air conditioner, I could be of some service. I am bored and I have time to waste." It might also allow me to talk to that one more. If I can just get confirmation on it..
He clearly doesn't know what the mark on him means. Judging by his response, he probably has not taken a course in his skills. I wonder what skills he has, even how powerful. He must at least be 18 or 19. Maybe even 20. A special one, that's for sure. But he is Fearless. Or so I hope. There was always a possibility that the waiter that just left was an enemy of his. There was also a higher possibility that he was already in a team and the pain was a warning of that. Even a higher chance this was his Fighter, his true fighter.
--Fearless--
"To fear the name, is to fear life itself."
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 4:03 pm
~~Saito Komomura*ENDLESS*~~ Saito braced himself for the blow from his step-father's foot, but it never came.
"To slow..." He heard Verikai snap as he roundhoused kicked him. His vision was getting blurry. He felt warm hands (which he believed to be Verikai's) pick him up and place him on his bed.
"Orders Master?"
Saito was having a hard time focusing, as he looked into Verikai's face.
"Orders?"
Saito could faintly see his mother from behind Verkai. She helped his step-father up as she said pleadingly, "Please, Let's leave him alone...he's not worth it..."
Although it didnn't seem like it, Saito took it as she was trying to protect him. His mother had her moments...when she would gain a shred of her lost humanity and try to protect him....his mother was cruel.
He would perfer it if she didn't try to save him at all. That way he wouldn't feel any remorse for casting her aside and leaving her. But by her saving him....She was keeping the leash in which she held him.
Although he hated his step-father's guts...His mom would be sad if anything happened to him.
His step-father stood up as he shook off the pain.
"Ain't your parents ever taught you manners BOY? Respect your elders!" He yelled as he ran towards Verikai.
Saito closed his eyes as he said, "....Just don't kill him....and please...protect my mother...."
He felt bad that Verikai had to handle his business...But in his current state...he couldn't do anything.
"Please...be careful." He said as he squeezed Verikai's hand.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 6:12 pm
The nekko-maid, Nina, frowned, "We um... we actually tried to call a repairman but they were booked. It's made business today horrendous and some of the staff on edge a bit." her frown turned to a slight smile. "Jin most of all... him and those robes, I mean... But um.. if you know a thing or two about them, be my guest. It's in the back there," she turned, pointing to the same door which Jin had left through.
In honesty, that room was the coolest spot in the cafe, which was why Yuujinchou had simply stayed back there until needed most of the day.
In the back room however, Yuujinchou was busy studying his arm. The word "FEARLESS" had been on his skin since he could remember.
Every time he looked at it, a cold chill set itself through his body and he remembered...
'You'll have to know how to fight one day, Chou.'
The voice that ran through his mind made his blood run cold. Wincing, Yuujinchou began to re-warp his arm. If he stayed gone too long, Nina would come looking for him. He didn't want her seeing his arm.
Didn't want any asking questions about it in fact.
Sighing, Jin rested his left hand on the hilt of the sword at his side. Many people thought it was simply decoration.
A fake...
They couldn't be more wrong however.
The itching and burning pain in his arm didn't still, and his fingers twitched slightly, as if wanting to draw the blade.
As if there was danger...
"This is ridiculous..." Yuujinchou whispered to himself, sitting down again and trying to regain his usually calm composure.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 6:43 pm
--Relentless-- "They are booked everywhere, even at the high school." Azreal stated weakly before standing. His talent had come in handy so many times, saving the school thousands. Scanning the area, his eyes danced from face to face looking for anything wrong. His arm was slightly bothering him now, not enough to get out of his mind but not enough to hurt. It was strange though, how sudden it had appeared. The pain was one of the few things that Fighters and Sacrifices could ignore. Their other half, the rest of themselves, called through this connection. It brought the two halves together, joining them as partners and possibly even lovers. Only one team that Azreal knew hated each other, and the name was a secret to everyone except his brother.
"Please. Take me to it. I will see what I can do for you." Azreal stated smoothly, looking towards the door that the other had gone through. He ran a hand through his hair before letting out a weak sigh. Reaching behind him, he grabbed the folder and the leather suitcase under the table. He could not just leave them here while he helped this shop. Much to important to leave.
{Short, sorry.}
--Fearless--
"To fear the name, is to fear life itself."
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 6:54 pm
Nina nodded, "Follow me." she said with a smile, taking up the menu from the table and leading him into the back room.
"Jin, looks like someone wants to take a crack at the AC." she said with a smile.
Yuujinchou looked up suddenly, his hair covering his features for a moment. Quickly, he finished the bandage.
"You alright?" the nekko-maid asked, raising a worried eyebrow.
Jin smiled softly, "Fine." he replied, pulling his robes up enough that he could slip his bandaged left arm back in and completely hide within the folds. "Burned myself the other day. It was hurting a bit, that's all."
He winced slightly, the pain in his arm intensifying again and that same itching feeling returning.
But Nina nodded and pointed to the large AC unit in the back of the room. "It's there. Let Jin know if you need anything. I've got tables." she told Azreal with a smile before heading out of the back room.
"Thanks for taking the time." Jin whispered, feeling a bit off about the young man in front of him suddenly.
After all, his arm hadn't hurt or even been bothering him that day until this guy had come into the cafe...
And now... well...
Yuujinchou never did buy into coincidences...
(((That's okay, mine have been kinda short too.)))
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 7:03 pm
--Relentless-- Azreal followed silently, thinking about the many problems he knew. It could be possible that it was just out, that one of the wires had been fried, even that it had fried a necessary compartment within. There were so many things that could be wrong, it was hard to tell without looking at it.
As they entered the room, he flinched mentally, his body standing perfect as he felt the pain return to him. A sacrifice never showed pain. It was a rule that Azreal lived up to even now. He was the thinker, the planner, the one who made the orders. It was written in his blood. How one acted as a Sacrifice varied between everyone. Their skills just like their Fighters were different. Even now, Azreal was acting differently than most Sacrifices would. He wasn't coming right out and saying it. Even if the proof was right there in front of him.
Jin's arm was 'burnt' in the exact place where Azreal's name was. A coincidence? No. Not with what he was feeling now. "No problem. I need to waste some time anyways." Azreal stated before walking over to the ac. Setting the folder down first and the briefcase next to it, he started analyzing it. All the while, keeping an ear out for Jin's sweet voice. "What is the exact problem with it? Did it start smoking when it quit?"
--Fearless--
"To fear the name, is to fear life itself."
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 8:02 pm
Yuujinchou shook his head, watching the customer fiddle with the air conditioner. "No, not really anyway. It just sort of whined then stopped working. We ended up opening the windows and propping open the door. The freezer works, and since it's back here, this is the only room staying cool."
He was carefully adjusting his robes, trying to put them back into the order they HAD been in, before the burning began.
It was also a way to cover up the fact that he was rubbing his arm every now and then.
"Can I... can I get you something to drink? On the house, since you're back here working." Yuujinchou asked, nervously holding his serving tray against his chest.
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