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 Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 7:12 pm
--Relentless-- "It happens sometimes. We haven't figured out why were both ended up part of this world, but we have a strong feeling as to why. Our father and mother were both part of this world, which is why we think we are. There have been a few teams who did not have children who were part of this world, and some who were not part of this world having a kid that was. Its hard to actually figure out what child is going to be part of this world, for many aren't born with it. They wait for their other half to be born, like my brother and myself." He understood something now. As to why he was giving so much information out. He didn't want his fighter to be confused in this world, so he gave out information that he thought would help out. Though some might just confuse the other more.
"I will have to tell my brother that I need to leave, but we can go somewhere else. I will just have to stop by at a different time, that's all. And neither do I. Doctors and hospitals. One of the few things that I dislike." Azreal stated before looking at his brother. Thankfully, his brother had moved slightly feeling that something was up with his brother. A nod was all that passed between the two. Rauko warned slightly with his eyes, but Azreal ignored that. His brother was jsut a bit too over-protective.
"As to why we are chosen, it is something that only holds rumors. What a few of us believe is that something in our lives made us change quickly. That change, from being afraid to fighting for example, gives us our name, Fearless in this situation. Others think along that way, but not because we changed ourselves but were forced to change by another force. Never giving up in protecting one person no matter how hard life may get, Relentless in this example." The example for his own name was not true, but the example for Rauko was. It was where his belief came from and many agreed with him.
"I will be glad to answer any questions for you. But it might take some time for me to explain everything to you. A fighter, with our class, grows up to his true strength and skills within the year, advancing even more outside of the school for the next five years. Many actually are pre-trained, having them reach their true skills already and just needing us to help them advance more." Azreal stated, knowing that was a bit confusing but knowing of no other way to explain the growing process and how long it would take them to get to Jin's full capabilities.
--Fearless--
"To fear the name, is to fear life itself."
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 7:35 pm
"I'm glad you don't think me ridiculous for wanting to avoid a hospital." Yuujinchou spoke as the two headed down the hall.
He had taken Azreal's words to heart however...
'He knew... but was he the same? Was he a Fighter? A Sacrifice?'
Shaking the thoughts away, Yuujinchou focused on Azreal's voice, letting the soft sound wash over him and immerse his mind in the conversation at hand.
The more they talked, the farther they walked, the less the pain became an annoyance and it eventually dulled down to a simple twinge every now and again.
"So, aside from there being just theory on how we're chosen... I'm basically a kid at this stage..." he replied, blue gaze looking to Azreal as they walked. "I'm a trained fighter, but I don't think in the same sense you're speaking of, to be honest. This is more, isn't it?"
Unconsciously, Yuujinchou was letting Azreal lead the way, following him by just a half step behind at his side. It was strange... to want to be beside someone again. To actually like to have a conversation for once...
Strange, but warming.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 4:26 am
Kichi Mahiko †† sleepless †† 
Kichi nodded at the explanation, wlaking back into the room with him and shyly accepting his slice. It seemed that he was getting more sugar each day, mostly because of Ururu. As he took the first bit, one of their teachers walked in. He was about to freak out when he heard that they were in trouble, but soon calmed down as he swallowed his bite. "Hello sensei."
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 6:46 pm
color=violet]The old woman looked up at the man who entered the room. Rolling over sh smiled, "Rauko-kun? Is that you? My has it been such a long time." the woman said as she smiled sweetly at the man.
MAKI ASAKI
foundLESS
Maki could help but laugh, "I guess I can't argue, after all in school I basically had to control both of you at times. Those two are the same way, its funny almost, except reversed. I'm doing fine myself, though it would have been nice to hear from you two at times." she said taking on a playful anger side. Maki noticed the cake that was sitting in the box as she held out a slice for Rauko.
"You two fail at throwing a party you know that right?" Maki said as she ruffled the twins hair.
Aya Kosakurchi ~! DREAMLESS!~
Fuki Kosakurchi +tCARELESSt+
The twins looked up at Rauko-sensei and Maki walked in, "Konbanwa sensei, Onee-chan" they said unison smiling up at them. "Hm, wasn't Azreal-sensei out there not to long ago...?" she asked as she took another bite of the cake that was on her lap. "Hmm I thought so two..." thise time Aya speaking as he stood up walking over to the mini fridge grabbing some milk.
Aya leaned back against the window as he staired outside looking at the night sky. It was cloudy, no stars or moon. Memories past through his mind vague, blurry. But he knew it was when he was little possibly an infant since he was starring at a woman who he has only seen in pictures. Who he assumed was his mother although the woman was not clear. He couldn't see her face, or anything, but somehow he knew.
Fuki looked up where Aya was walking over to him, "That time huh?" she asked as she starred outside. Unlike Aya f** didn't have any memories of the time. Everyone thinks it strange for Aya to have them considering they were just born.
"Yea." It was all he said as he just staired outside.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 6:20 pm
How he hated the countryside.
It's smell, it's 'rustic charm', and even the look of the sparsely populated area simply made him sick.
But there was one reason... one person really... that drew him back to the countryside time and time again on the weekend...
Laying on his back, violet hair splayed out around his blushing face, Kamiya Ryoji allowed himself to gasp in sheer pleasure.
Long silver hair fell in a curtain around Ryoji's face as the man above him leaned forward, claiming the young man's lips with an almost bruising force.
"You're blushing..." came the man's voice, soft and seductive as he ran lithe hands across Ryoji's stomach and chest.
Purple eyes closed in ecstasy at the touch, Ryoji pushing himself back against the bed and up into those hands.
He couldn't help the blush.
He couldn't help the way this man made him feel.
And he couldn't help the strong pang of resentment he felt when he knew that, at the end of their encounter, he would have to return to his lonely apartment and continue on with his boring life.
The open window blew a chill wind through the room, and the man leaned down, completely covering Ryoji with his warm body.
"Don't worry..." he whispered softly to the young man. "I'll keep you warm..."
Gasping again, Ryoji reached up and tangled his hands into that long silver hair.
It was going to be a long and glorious night...
~ ~ ~
Purple eyes opened slightly to the dawn sunlight streaking into the room. As Kamiya Ryoji woke, looking around, he realized that he was alone.
"He's gone... again..." Ryoji whispered, feeling rather neglected.
Turning over carefully, the violet haired young man pressed his face into the pillow and closed his eyes, trying to will away the tears that he felt.
Tears that always came after a night with him.
'Every time... he leaves in the middle of the night... never there when I wake...' Ryoji thought angrily.
Sighing, he pushed himself from the bed and stepped onto the hardwood floor. His bare feet felt cold against the wood as the young man made his way into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the shower.
Steam filled the small space, fogging up the mirror and causing Ryoji's hair to frizz slightly. He took off his glasses, setting them on the side of the sink, before stepping into the shower and letting the scalding water cascade over his pale skin.
It stung, but that sting felt wonderful.
It was proof that he was alive... that he was wanted in this world...
Proof that he was his.
Eyes closed, Ryoji could see that beautiful face once again, that long silver hair that caught the moonlight from the open window. He could feel those hands on his body, gently guiding and caressing him. The warmth he felt when they were entwined and the entire world fell away...
Tears slipped from purple eyes and Ryoji angrily slammed his fists into the shower wall in front of him, leaning forward until his forehead touched the cool tile.
"That b*****d..." the eighteen year old hissed, his rage over being alone now evident.
After a few moments, Ryoji quickly straightened up, washing his body and hair, before stepping from the shower and turning off the water. He opened the door to allow the steam out. His glasses were fogged, and he wiped them clean before stepping into the bedroom.
Without those glasses, he was as good as blind, so having them back on made Ryoji far more comfortable than anything else.
He towel dried his hair, looking at the clock.
Monday, 9:15 a.m.
"s**t." he said angrily, ripping the towel from his head.
He was late.
Incredibly late.
Already Ryoji had missed his first day of school, Saturday, and now he'd effectively missed his second day as well. Thankfully Sunday was free and he hadn't missed a third day of classes.
But he had insisted that he stay until Monday after all.
And Ryoji couldn't exactly refuse the man who had come to mean everything to him.
He couldn't say no to the only other person in the world who knew what the word at the base of his spine meant...
'Ruthless'
But it wasn't just a word, it was a name. A name that he said was precious beyond anything else in the entire world.
He had once told Ryoji that the eighteen year old was a 'Sacrifice', and that what the young man's heart was so desperately looking for, was another person... a 'Fighter'...
His very own 'Fighter'...
He said that this 'Fighter' would be the other half of Ryoji's soul. That Ryoji would love and treasure this person above all others.
However, Kamiya doubted that he could ever care for someone more than he loved him.
Ryoji dressed, a white short-sleeved shirt and tie with black pants were his usual attire. Afterward, he put a black fedora on, a hat that usually was his only way to hide the fact that he didn't exactly have ears.
Of course he couldn't do much to hide his lack of a tail...
But, he was sick of people pointing at his head and constantly asking, "Mimi ka?" over and over again, especially kids.
Granted, Ryoji was generally sick of people to begin with.
He called a taxi with the money he had left him to use for the week. It wasn't like Ryoji was getting paid to sleep with him, far from it. It was simply that he worried about Ryoji on his own.
He worried...
He was the only one that ever did worry about Ryoji, after all.
~ ~ ~
The taxi let Kamiya Ryoji off in front of his apartment complex around 1:35 p.m.
The country house was hardly close to the city, after all.
Ascending the steps to the fifth floor, Ryoji took out his key and unlocked apartment number 503.
Inside, the room was immaculate.
The apartment wasn't something that an orphan like himself would have been able to afford normally.
But then again, Ryoji didn't pay for it.
He did.
White stylish walls with aesthetically pleasing right angles jutting in seemingly random places. The railing up to the bedrooms, for the apartments at the top of the building were actually two stories tall, was made of thin silver wiring and chrome handrails. Most of the apartment was hardwood flooring, except for the kitchen which was done in a light marble tile.
Ryoji's furniture was stylish as well. There was a large flat-screen television hanging on one downstairs wall, a black leather sofa with a low black table in front of it. Below both was a white plush rug, comfortable enough to lay on and fall asleep on if one wanted. The kitchen table, this time chrome to match the staircase, dotted one side of the living space, and the kitchen counter-tops were of a marble to match the floors. It came complete with everything any chef could dream of using for cooking, as well as a rather impressive stainless steel refrigerator.
Upstairs, there were two bedrooms and a large bathroom. The bathroom's marble matched that of the kitchen, with a deep whirl-pool bathtub and a separate shower that sported a shower-head system that sprayed water, not only from above, but from the walls as well, with a door of frosted glass from the middle of the door down.
The first bedroom was Ryoji's study, and held not only his computer and bookshelves of reading material, but also a lavish dark-wood desk where his school textbooks were currently residing. His black book-bag sat in the swivel leather computer chair, also black. There was also a smaller flat-screen television on a side wall.
The second bedroom was Ryoji's room. It held a walk-in closet that could easily have been large enough for three people. His bedroom furniture was all in black wood; a large dresser and mirror on one side of the room, two nightstands on either side of the bed, and the bed was a king-size with white linens.
However, for as much as Ryoji lived in the apartment, it had a cold feeling to it, as if it were just a place to stow one's belongs.
To Ryoji, he didn't particularly love the place nor hate it. It wasn't his, after all, but he took good care of it.
Well, most of the time. The truth was, once a week a woman came to clean the apartment for him while he was at school.
Ascending the steps to the second floor, Ryoji looked at the textbooks on his desk and then pulled out his cellphone.
He looked at the time, knowing that he could just barely make it to school before classes ended for the day.
So, instead of trying to make his way to school, he found one of the phone numbers for his first-period sensei and quickly sent a text message.
'Rauko-sensei,
Forgive me, I was out of town for the weekend. I do trust we will have classes tomorrow however. Is there anything I need be prepared for before then?'
This obviously meant... did he have a test on Tuesday.
But it wasn't just Rauko-sensei who he sent a message to.
No...
Ryoji sent a text to all of his teachers; Calculus, Conversational English, Ancient Japanese Literature, Chemistry, European History, P.E., and of course his Sacrifice/Fighter sensei Rauko.
Ryoji was always prepared at school, and he would be damned to stand on any precedent of not contacting his sensei when he needed to know what to expect the next day.
Yawning, Ryoji flipped his phone closed and set it down on his desk. He then sat down in the large leather chair, pulling his knees up to his chest, and swiveling just enough so he could see the television on the wall.
Switching it on with the remote, Ryoji began to watch the news as he waited for a response from his sensei.
(((Sorry it was so long, hehe. New character intro and all that! On a side note, I just finished reading LOVELESS up to chapter 79 AND I read this entire RPG. Thus why I felt like I could bring Ryoji in now finally.)))
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 12:07 pm
{( Sorry about the delay I had a college visit and no WiFi)}
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 8:39 pm
[( I'll post tomorrow sorry, I was on college visit. )]
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 2:59 pm
Even though Saito told him that he was not upset Verikai knew much better then that. He kissed the top of the boy's head and ran his fingers through the man's hair and tensed slightly when the door opened. He noticed Aya and Fuki with a small frown. He watched as Fuki moved over the older woman's bed and then Aya moved beside the two of them. He looked over at the sacrifice and cradled Saito in his arms slightly. He watched as Aya commented on the picture and frowned slightly. He didn't believe it was fake, his gut told him other wise. Saito's reaction made Verikai frown slightly as the man stuffed the picture under the blankets. Verikai's dark eyes moved down like a stop light. He let out a small huff as he kissed behind Saito's ear. He ran his tongue along the outside of the boy's ear and stopped when the door opened again. There was way to many people in the room now.
Seeing Kichi a small light came to his face. He was glad the boy was doing okay. He nodded his head slightly as he looked behind the boy and Ururu came into view. He frowned slightly as the man walked over and touched his ear. He heard his words and batted his hand away like the annoyance it was. He didn't like when people he wasn't involved with touched him. "I am not hurt Kichi, don't worry..." he said as he gave the boy a flash of a smile. He glanced back down at Saito and rubbed his back. He noticed the books and glanced towards Ururu. Maybe he wasn't all that bad. He smirked, but the question about cake earned a rather odd look. He tilted his head slightly as he examined the cake. He shook his head.
Watching as Kichi dragged Ururu outside he smiled slightly as he looked away. He glanced towards the twins and watched them. Saito was enjoying his cake so there was little to worry about. Hearing word of the professors being outside he rolled his eyes. This was turning into a freaking party and Verikai wasn't sure he was comfortable with that. He was never the party type. He didn't say anything just relaxed against the headrest and looked down at Saito. 
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 10:20 pm
Kichi Mahiko †† sleepless †† Gikishou decided that it was getting far too crowded for everyone in such a small room, and that he would have to leave soon. "Ururu, I'm going home. If you want, you can stay." He told his fighter, kissing his cheek. "I'll be safe, I promise." He didn't want Ururu to miss out on anything by making him come with him. He walked over to Saito. "I hope you get better soon, Saito. I'll come visit tomorrow too." He told him, bowing slightly. "Bye everyone." He left the hospital room, heading out of the building.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 7:00 pm
~~Ururu Hisaki *Sleepless*~~  Ururu sqat eating his cake among the group. He was somewhat annoyed but didn't show it.
Why was the little boy so worried about him picking on Verikai?? Did he care more about him?? He had just been messing with him, but the little boy had be so..WORRIED. That really confused him.
"Ururu, I'm going home. If you want, you can stay."
"H-Huh??" Ururu said confused as the little boy kissed his cheek. Now the little boy was leaving him?? Did he do something wrong? Was he THAT mad he had been messing with the other fighter??
"I'll be safe, I promise."
Did the little boy not want to be with him? Did he need...space? Was he getting fed up with him hanging around all the time??
"I hope you get better soon, Saito. I'll come visit tomorrow too. Bye, Everyone" The little boy bowed as he walked out the room.
What...had just happened. Ururu was scared and confused at the same time. He was bored of him...he knew it. Would it make the situation worse if he wanted to leave too?
"Well, looks like I'll be heading out too. Gotta stop by the store on the way home anyway!" Ururu said as he stood up, setting his cake plate down.
"Get better Saito! Everyone in class misses ya'! See you later everyone!" Ururu grinned as he left out the door.
He ran to the front of the hospital just in time to see Kichi walk out the front doors. He wondered if he should really follow him. Maybe Kichi wanted space right now and didn't feel like dealing with him....
"H-Hey Kichi!" Ururu yelled as he ran up to the boy. He knew it was selfish...but he wanted to stay by the boy...he couldn't help it...not matter if the little boy didn't want him there.
"S-So, you wanna go home now?" Ururu said nervously. Maybe the little boy didn't want him at the house with him. Should he let the little boy go to the house by himself to give him some space?
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 7:10 pm
Kichi Mahiko †† sleepless †† Ururu blinked in surprise at the stutter, wondering what was wrong. He smiled and took Ururu's hand, snuggling into his side as he nodded. "Yeah." He nuzzled him as they walked, his tail swishing from side s=to side happily. He wanted to know why Ururu was nervous though. After all, he'd never heard Ururu stutter unless there was something on his mind. "Hey, Ururu, are you okay?" He asked curiously, seeing that he was still looking slightly scared.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 7:29 pm
~~Ururu Hisaki *Sleepless*~~ Ururu had been surprised when the little boy took his hand, snuggling close to him.
"Yeah."
Well at least the little boy wanted to walk with him. He couldn't bear it if he had said No. He still didn't know what Kichi was really feeling though... That thing with Verikai had him confused. Why had the little boy been so worried? Was it for Verikai's sake?
"Hey, Ururu, are you okay?"
"H=Huh?" Ururu had been pulled out of his thoughts by Kichi's curious gaze. He couldn't tell the little boy that he was worried that he was being replaced could he? No...that would make the little boy more annoyed at him...
"No, I'm fine, thanks for asking though" Ururu smiled down at him. Yes...he wanted it to stay just like this.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 7:35 pm
Kichi Mahiko †† sleepless †† Kichi saw through the lie immediately, which reminded him of when Ururu had been so emotionless, telling him everything was fine when it wasn't. He stopped walking, though his grip on Ururu's hand tightened. "Ururu... please tell me what's wrong?" He asked, looking up at him, obvious concern in his eyes as he bit his lip. Was it something he had done? What could he have done to make Ururu act like this?
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 8:12 pm
~~Saito Komomura*ENDLESS*~~  "Can't a sensie visit one of their students? And don't worry about anything. I am just here to see how one of my students are. How are you?"
He was right...but still...Saito was surprised he had acually talkedn time out of his busy schedule just to come see him.
"I'm fine really....just bumped my head when I fell off my bike. I should be out of here in a couple of days though so thank you for asking."
At that moment, he watched as Ururu was dragged out of the room by Kichi. He felt bad...he hoped Kichi wouldn't be TOO mean to Ururu...he seemed like he was just messing around afterall. He also noticed that Verikai slightly smiling...why? Was he happy or something?
The room was completly crowded now. Saito liked having people in his room...but he knew that Verikai wasn't the "People" type. Verikai gently licked the outer shell of his ear...and Saito had to grip his covers to stop himself from moaning. What was wrong with him?? Besides, by the way the man kept nuzzling various parts of his upper body, and kissing him...he could tell the man was getting restless for alone time. And Saito, surprisingly, was too...
Get your mind out of the gutter! He mentally screamed to himself.
Just as he thought this, Kichi smiled and stood up. "Ururu, I'm going home. If you want, you can stay. I'll be safe, I promise. I hope you get better soon, Saito. I'll come visit tomorrow too." He told him, as he walked to the door, bowing slightly. "Bye everyone."
"Huh?" This was pretty sudden.
"Oh Good-Bye then Kichi. Thanks for stopping by." He smiled and waved as the little boy walked out the door. He looked back to Ururu and noticed the man looked somewhat confused and...nervous?
"Well, looks like I'll be heading out too. Gotta stop by the store on the way home anyway!" Ururu said as he stood up, setting his cake plate down.
"Get better Saito! Everyone in class misses ya'! See you later everyone!"
"Oh..Uh Good -Bye then Ururu. Thanks alot for the books.." Saito smiled as the man waved and walked out the room. Saito hoped the two were alright.
Saito then stared out the window...from the looks of outside...it seemed to be around 7:00. He then looked out towards the Teachers and the twins. He wondered just what the connection between that picture and his father was...and what was HIS connection with the twins.
For now, he wouldn't worry about that. His head hurted and thinking just made his head hurt even more. When he got out the hospital, he would research it fully.
But for now, he leaned back onto Verikai's chast and watched the group. Maybe later on, he would read the books that Ururu had brought him...
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 4:13 pm
((poor, confused Kichi XD))
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