Closed & Moved

[Fiona Lenet]

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♥ "You're a bitter-sweet poison." ♥
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_______________________________________________ [ it's difficult to know me xxx ]

________________________________________________► || my eyes are the g a t e to my soul
________________________________________________but with a broken lo { ◊ } ck as its seal
________________________________________________the o|n|l|y thing it keeps b a c k are my secrets
________________________________________________not to s.p.i.l.l in a fevered rush from my
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i don't want a g u a r d i a n spirit______________________________________________
for even an angel w.o.u.l.d turn away______________________________________________
from the black d|a|r|k|n|e|s|s that is______________________________________________
STAINING me so completely______________________________________________
i am bey { ♥ } ond salvation || ◄______________________________________________

It was only a block or two more. Surely no farther than that. The shop owner assured Reina that she was absolutely correct in her directions. For everyone knew where the Sohma estate was, she'd confessed with an awkward staining blush that had reminded the twenty-two year-old of a uncoordinated selection of painted wall colors. But the reason they all knew, and though the woman didn't speak it aloud since her expression said it all, was mostly because they avoided it. The Sohmas were infamous for their influence that reached across the islands of Japan. They were, as a very close neighbor of hers when she was till back in Kyoto had said upon hearing what she was going to do, a "more dignified and elegant version of the yakuza." "If such a thing were possible," he added moments later after having pulled back his expression somewhat from the disgusted one he'd worn.

None of this Reina originally knew though. She acquired all the information she could by more or less backing her adoptive mother into a corner until she broke down into a sobbing mess and uttered all she knew between the racking sobs and teardrops. It hadn't been the to-be-God's intention to watch the woman who'd taken care of her so lovingly over the all twenty-two years to be reduced to a blubbering mess of fair-blond hair and pale skin. In the end it had all been necessary, she'd convinced herself after helping her late mother's sister to her feet and brushing her off; all the while, uttering as much of a heartfelt apology as she could without tasting any bitterness that the possibility of her words of repentance being a lie, could wedge in. It was the cruelest actions the woman had ever consciously found herself doing but all she could think of after it was all done, was if it would be the last time she ever did it. A tiny, almost inaudible, whisper at the back of her mind, said it wouldn't be. And for this, Reina was in fear...of herself.

Letting out a delicate sigh at the recounting of the events that had led her to her current situation, Reina's ocean blue eyes couldn't help but to flicker to her right as something caught her eye. It was her reflection and she couldn't help but to stop to overlook herself once more. This was probably the fourth, or even fifth, time she had stopped to take another sweeping look over her appearance. The longer she stared at the full length reflection in the shop's window glass, the more her previous fear began to shift to nervousness. Nervousness that had blossomed from the hazy future acceptance she was walking toward with every clicking step of her decorated platforms. Simply because she had no idea what reception awaited at the large wooden gates of the Sohma estate had her fretting about her looks in hopes some key to a warm welcome was hidden. Might they end up finding something strange in her large expressive blue eyes or her choice of clothing for the occasion? Keeping a tight grasp to the wrapped box she carried and her stuff animal's arm, Reina gave a quick spin around before the reflective glass, only to watch the edge of her self-made "Waloli" dress flare out before come back down to settle around her knees when she'd halted the spin.

That morning Reina had been very precise on what outfit she wanted. Something that showed the symbolic nature of what she represented and would be for them if they so expected and wanted it. So she had settled on a traditional-inspired lolita outfit; though the style was commonly called Walolita. It combined traditional Japanese clothing like a kimono or yukata with Lolita parts incorporated. So what she ended up with that morning after dressing was a very light blue kimono top decorated with clouds and a waterfall made with silver thread to match with her white petticoat and legging bottoms that spoke of just what she herself was a mixture of: the past and present/future. Reina didn't want to be like her father but she wanted to convey that she too, could be just a meaningful as the past God had surely been.

Pressing a clothed hand to her lips, for her kimono sleeves were a bit longer than she'd would have normally worn them, the God stifled a giggle at how foolish she was being as she continued to catch the stares of various people moving around and past her. Surely she must have cut a comical sight with all of her modeling and spinning to see all sides of her reflection in a shop's window. Luckily though, Reina reminded herself, she was still needed somewhere else and turned to right her course once more, moving her hand to once more fold around the gift-wrapped package she held. But as she touched it, her soft smile once more fell and she raised a hand to sweep a falling section of her styled blue hair back behind her shoulder while turning her head back towards the long sheet of glass stretching out behind her place on the sidewalk.

Only vaguely aware of how chest-fallen her expression had become, Reina couldn't help but to glance down to her hands and what they held before her legs started moving again. As the sidewalk moved beneath her with each size-able step made by her slender legs, the twenty-two year-old kept her eyes glued to the black wrapping paper and deep purple bow of the "gift" in her hands. They weren't exactly the colors she would have chosen, but really nothing about the inoffensive little box grasp tightly between her stuffed animals arm and her palm, had been her choice. It was the only required thing of her if she wanted to take her place with the family she'd never known. The urge, though, that welled up within her each time she passed a trash-can in the few blocks it had taken her to reach the Sohma estate, for she had made sure to arrive on foot and alone, to just throw the box away and never turn away thundered in her eyes till it nearly made her deaf. Still each time, taking only a second to mentally deliberate, Reina had pushed on and kept walking. The choice had been made and couldn't be undone.

As her feet continued to swiftly move her towards her destination, despite never once looking up at where she was headed-to make sure she wasn't about to walk into traffic or something of the sort-Reina propelled her body with confidence in her route. Each step seemed to amplify the tingling burn that resounded through her blood and surged through her veins. That undeniable feeling of icy numbness that she'd always carried through her life and accepted as purely normal was slowly giving way to the charged, almost electric, sensation that rippled throughout every cell of her body. Every solid forward moving step she took only added to this heightened feeling and served as her guide on the path she would need to take to finally calm and soothe the awkward ache of her subconscious that screamed out to finally be silenced. But even above all that, the thing that kept her legs still moving-or when she stopped had them itching with the urge to resume movement-was the sort-of polarized magnetic pull she felt on her heart that almost threatened to suffocate her with it's fury. This, coupled with the burning static of her body almost crushed the slender body of the young blue-eyed woman.

Finally managing to pull out of her swimming ocean of thoughts and sensations, the silken blue-haired woman couldn't help but to notice the wooden gate that had started only a few feet back and what it meant for her. She was nearly there now. Only a few hundred yards, at best, till the main door was before her. "I can still turn away. No harm would become of my choice if they've yet to know me." Her bell-toned voice came out in soft, almost mutely hushed tones, like a feathered whisper. This was done out of the fear that if she spoke any louder that someone could catch wind of her presence and perhaps come to see. And she couldn't have that. This first-encounter was to be one of her own initiation and nothing else because of her foolishness. Reina blinked, her large blue eyes gleaming in the bright sun of the midday for she had lifted her head to gaze at the large polished doors of the surrounding gate before her when she'd finally halted. This was the moment. Only the future could tell her of what would become and she raised to hand to knock solidly and confidently on the doors to her new home, hoping it wouldn't all be an uneraseable mistake in the end.

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______________where will you run to...

...when the place you're searching for...

...has never been found?_____________

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[xx.Kiid.Raiinbow.xx]

♪__"If you were falling, then I would catch you."__♪

➽ Chikaoko Sohma
Monkey see monkey do monkey get a huggle too.

Such fluffy white beings that floated lazily in the sky; those who danced, they cried at times, and others that split only to regroup at long last. Those were the kinds of people Chikaoko wanted to be, or rather, those were the kinds of characteristics he wanted to have. Those lovely clouds (in his opinion) teased and laughed at him, taunted and begged him to join them. Oh! How jealous he was of the Ondori! One who could fly (atleast try to!) into the heavens and play with the clouds! Clouds such as those which pillaged the sky, they kissed the child. It only caused a lazy grin on his behalf, dull eyes which rarely twinkled, sparked slightly before growing dark once more. He gave an amused giggle, a sort of 'hn' before shifting in his spot by the tree and glancing at the sky once more. Or was it...the floor? Why, the floor was blue! Why was the floor blue! Chikaoko stared, tilting his head this way and that. "Teehee! Oh silly me!" , he swung this time, upside down and right side up, the once lazy grin growing into a cheshire-like beam. Why! He was upside down while the world was right side up~ Or...was he right side up and the world was right side down...?

Monkey ears so freely popped from his head with a soft poof, they wiggled about and he tapped his chin curiously before glancing back up at the sky. Those clouds he had been watching oh so fondly dispersed, if only for a moment, before reappearing once more. This caused even greater curiousity, perhaps a bad omen? A sign of some sort? Oh! The world had many wonders, and the child was determined to figure out each and every one! "Why, if the world were to be filled with spots, and the clouds filled with dots, I suppose I will never understand this...now will I?", he muttered amusedly to himself, yawning only slightly and scooting back in the tree he had been sitting on. Wiggling free toes, the child placed small hands on his stomach, a pocket book resting gently at the foot of the branch. He wondered childishly about how obaa-san was acting quite foolish...well, foolish enough for him to walk out of the house with nothing but shorts and his shirt.

Normally, Chikaoko took great pleasure in looking his best. As a 'scholar' (as his mother fondly calls him), he enjoyed looking pressed and clean for everyday...and yet, his grandmother! That silly old coot, here she was spouting about how he was such an odd child indeed! He was not odd~ Just well-informed, thus he stormed out of his home without the shoes on his feet, a simple brown short which ran to his knee, and a white collared shirt. Of course, the boy wouldn't be caught dead outside without his book, and without a second thought, picked up the first pocket-sized textbook he could find. Surprisingly enough, it had been one he had not finished reading yet, which pleased him greatly. "What a boring day indeed! Why, if only something grand would happen? Perhaps today we will learn to fly~", his voice was soft, childish and yet...holding no tint of personality whatsoever. It was dead, blunt, and albeit dull; yet his words taunted and pulled at his lack of characteristics. "Or perhaps today the feathers will fall from the sky...". Chikaoko looked up, eyes glued on the clouds which hid between the leaves of the tree in which he had rested in. "Well well, no point in hibernating~". As a child, he found it much easier to speak to himself like all young children do. After all, what adult would understand his very own simple language?

Certainly not his mother and grandmother; his cousins?

Rarely.

Well, he wasn't quite sure with that. Since when did he read minds? Teehee! When the curse was broken and he was able to hug his grandmother and mother freely, perhaps then he'd read minds! But for now, he could know nothing of what they thought! If only he could, oh how he dreamed it would be so. Because then, he would know if they thoroughly understood him or not...or if he was simply just wasting his time! Wasting his breath even! Oh but he loved his dear family. Silly or not, they were humorous and kept him thinking for hours! Or had it been the other way around? Why, they all had their own language it was simple enough to know that many of them misunderstood each other. Or rather, they misunderstood him.

Ah! Speaking of cousins! Where were they now? Maybe they would like to spend time with the dear Saru. Oh, who wouldn't want such an intelligent child by their side! Of course, that was only ego-feeding the young lad as he sat up abruptly with a large and lazy grin, though his eyes once more, were still dull. With an awkward giggle, he kicked himself off the tree and landed gracefully on the floor. He stood for a few moments, eyeing his surroundings and hoping to keep track of everyone around him before lifting his leg and tucking the pocketbook safely beneath his right arm. Why would he want to risk ruining it by shoving it in his pocket anyways? With his leg lifted, another glance around the tree, and book safely in his reach; it was then the child began to skip.

That lazy boring grin of his plastered on his face, he skipped, skipped so happily that flowers nearly emitted themselves from his body, sparkles and a pink aura in hand. Why he seemed so happy? Simple really, the clouds had spoken to him. It was going to be a very interesting day indeed. Good or bad, Chikaoko was never one to discriminate. He didn't mind the mourning, or the laughing, as long as something different happened. With that as all the reassurance he needed, the young boy continued to skip, ignoring the odd looks he received and focusing only on one thought.

To find someone to talk to, of course! And to spread his intution about! What kind of intellect would he be if he didn't spread his own feelings and knowledge about?

"Oh! But who to find, who to find~ Really now, must they hide like little pill bugs within a rock?" He found great pleasure in talking to himself, humming softly every so often before stopping in the middle of nowhere within the Estate. It wasn't like him to move so quickly, but because this feeling of his was so big...well, it wasn't something he could contain so easily. Shifting on the balls of his feet, his face faulted and the once happy grin dropped to a serious expression. Thinly pressed lips tightened slightly, the irritation of his grew that he could find no one...at least, right away. He scolded himself for acting so impatient, irrationality was not his strong points, and he did not want to strengthen it anymore than he already was. Sighing softly, he waited for a few moments, letting the air ruffle his collared shirt, his eyes shut in an almost relaxed expression. Maybe....maybe if he stayed deathly quiet, he could hear the almost insanely loud voices most of his cousins had. Or maybe not.

He would be a good little boy and wait; no more skipping for him.

Knock. Knock.

Brown monkey ears made themselves known once more, and the child spun around in surprise. Did his ears deceive him? Said monkey ears wiggled slightly, hoping to catch what he had just heard. "Oh don't be silly, Chi!" He scolded lightly. He lived in an Estate filled with houses, there would be no doubt that someone would be knocking at this time. It could be the milkman for all he knew!

But the clouds spoke, and the child tilted is head. He can't take anything for granted now...But where did that knocking come from? As wise as he was, his sense of direction was slightly horrible, only because he was so excited about finding something that he had no idea of how to get to it. Especially when that something called out to him...What was this odd tugging feeling? It felt familiar, it ate at him, and begged him to find them. Or rather...begged them to find them. His cousins should be arriving soon, wouldn't they? As strong as this feeling was, it grasped at the very inner soul of him, so why not his cousins?

Chikaoko wasn't special enough to feel targeted in anyway.

"Oh, but where are you? You beckon to me like a flower and it's sun~", he walked slowly this time, still unsure if what he heard was what he was actually looking for. Chikaoko swore that his own being was not searching, but rather, the being that possessed his body.

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[phantom stray]

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Ah, yes. Sweet morning, sweet morning indeed. Though slightly lacky in main estate. Everything was quite quiet to say the least and the only sound that drifted was sizzling that came from a frying pan in the kitchen. The man standing in front of the stove wore nothing but a pair of loose sweat pants. His face rather impassive as he focused on the food that was in the metal pan. This was his passion; this is what he lived for. Every morning, he would wake and he would make breakfast for the family. A relatively large family at that. He constantly had to go out in the morning to buy food so that he could cook WHAT he wanted to cook. Rising the pan from the stove he flipped the pancake into the air until it was flipping the air. He caught it on a separate plate, setting it aside; he reached for the measuring cup and poured more of the mix into the pan, once again sizzling. The side of his mouth twitched as he watched the sides crisp rather fast. He turned the stove down to medium. That should work for a whole minute. He had about seventeen done and being awake since six had helped him with the whole time situation while making these devil but delicious pancakes. "I should probably go and get dressed."

Suzaku Sohma walked from the kitchen to his room. Only stopping short to glance outside at today's weather. It seemed nice so far then again nature has fooled him once before. Running a slender hand through his silver strands he marched the rest of the way to his bedroom. Picking up a bag that lay astray to the side of his door that he had placed yesterday night coming home from work. He was too tired to put them away. He had stopped by the bookstore, hoping to find the next series of thrillers book that he read. But alas they weren't out yet. Instead he bought some others that he thought Chi might like. "That boy is such a nerd." He sighed. Turning into the bathroom he placed the bag on the counter, flicking the on the light and grabbed a cup from the rack. Filling the glass with some fresh water, he drank that down within a second. So much to do so little time, he still had to go shopping and what not. Turning the water, he dipped his hands into running liquid and splashed into his face. Droplets running smoothly down his chest and he repeated the action. His back tensed as he raised his face, grabbing a towel from the side to dab his face drown. He froze.

That smell.

Dropping the towel in a swift movement he made his way back out his room, slamming the door behind him, he high tailed it down the hall and around the corner. "I forgot, I forgot, I forgot. How can I forget?!" He was panicking as he ran, it seemed as he got closer, the smell became stronger and stronger. That was one pancake down the drain for sure. He could already picture what it looked like in his head. He was a failure. He should of put it on warm when he left, but no. He left the damn thing on medium. As he slid into the kitchen he noted the dark smoke that rose from the frying pan and calm walked over to the blackened fluff. Grabbing the handle, he hissed and drew his hand back. Rolling his eyes when he forgot that the handle was metal. He seemed to be forgetting a lot this morning. Maybe it was the lack of sleep that he had gotten this week and the last. It was finally catching up with him. He could lower the closing time for kiSEKI, but that would mean a lot of disappointed costumers and maybe even the lose of some of them. Would they really be that angry? He pondered, but quickly forgot about it to grab the clothe and grabbed the handle of the pan. He dumped it into the sink and was relieved to hear it sizzle when hot met cold.

He ruined the eighteenth pancake. And knowing some of the stomachs in this family. Seventeen isn't enough; they would probably just end up raiding his fridge in the end. Maybe he could cook up some eggs and toast that should shut them up in the end. Only one tummy would be satisfied and only one girl came to mind. How she could eat so much and stay so little was beyond him. She ate more then him and that was saying something. Look back down at the now cool pan, he sighed. "And I call myself a chef." He turned on the water and let it run down the dirty pan. Taking down another pan from a rack at the top that was hanging above the stove. After this he really wasn't in the mood to cook anymore. This totally ruined it.

Knock Knock.

His glanced from the corner of his eyes.

A happy glee formed on his face as he threw his hands up in the air and began running to the door. "Visitorrrrrsssss~" He almost skipped down the hall. They rarely had anyone visit them. Unless it was the mail person or the mike person. That dropped him mood a little bit as he slowed his pace and began walking. He didn't want to get over excited about it and get disappointed as usual. He was honestly to happy about meeting new strangers, knowing what danger they might cause.

As he neared the door, he could help but think who was behind it. Could be the regulars ooooor someone new. What a surprise. A big grin was present on his face, but it dropped when his hand gripped the handle; he didn't want to look like an idiot when he opened the door. When he turned the handle, his heart stopped waiting. He paused at trouble. "What is this?" He tried turning handle again, but it stopped. Suzaku was getting pissed as he tugged and twisted the damn silver handle. A voice came from behind him. A maid was holding up a key, Suzaku stared at it. "I knew that. Honest." He took the key and unlocked the door.

This time.

The door creaked when it was opened, giving it the impression that it was old. And what he met was the face of a young blue haired woman.

"Hello?"

[p a r a n o i r e]

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"Һickory dickory dock,

The m o u s e ran up the clock..."

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In the Sohma household, there was a room. A room filled with little beings stuffed with fluff, forever watching with their empty glass eyes. Of course, to others, they were empty, but to the one that occupied this space, they were brimming with emotions. He found them most inviting, usually talking to them just as easily as he would with his cousins or those children he played with at the park. They were his family, in a sense, when he was inside here. In his room. Technically alone, if you don't count the company of his toys. But don't ever call them that to his face. To him, they are more than just toys. They are 'people'. They are the everlasting friends he will always have until the end, that will always, always be here for him. If he somehow lost faith in his cousins and others around him, his stuffed animals would keep him together. He could never lose faith in them.

After all, when his room - his supposed sanctuary - turned into Hell at night as sleep fell upon him, bringing nightmares from the past.. if he had no one else at his side to tell him that there was nothing to fear, he would always have someone like his stuffed rabbit, Misou, to comfort him. Misou always told him things were going to be okay. Misou always made sure to even kiss his forehead and pat his arm. It was only natural that Misou was his favorite. But shh, don't tell the others. Despite the fact that they were to be his everlasting friends, they might get mad.. and fight.. then no one would be happy in the end. And he would probably be alone for real, in his room. If that happened, he'd have to stop taking his pills to keep the horrible nightmares away. Because then he'd never have to sleep again.

But you know... If he were to take more than enough of his pills, he could sleep forever.

Isn't that strange? For a balance to come between two forms of death.. one enabling him to drag on for a good couple of days.. and the other just allowing him less than an hour or so. Hell, if he chose the latter, it'd probably be a lot less painful than the way he's already tried. Let's not talk about that though, okay? It's a very touchy subject, and besides, he's not thinking of dying anymore. You can ask all the little, stuffed people in his room, and they'll back him up. They always do.

Speaking of sleep, he hadn't gotten any of that last night. No sleep, no nightmares, to clarify. But this occurrence, for once, had been an accident. Naphiou had misplaced his pills again, and had been unable to take them. Of course, by this time, after lying wide awake for at least eight hours straight, he had an idea now of where they were. He just didn't have the will to move. His bedsheets appeared untouched, only slightly wrinkled due to his form being underneath them. He hadn't tossed. He hadn't turned. The slate blue haired male had laid almost perfectly still on his back the entire night. Sea green eyes watching the ceiling diligently, as if he was holding a staring contest. Shrouded in the shadows of the night, no one would be able to see if he blinked or not. Moonlight couldn't find his windows, but sunlight could. It was only until he saw it, that he realized another sleepless night had gone by. He finally blinked. He had won by default anyways.

Turning his head to the right, the entire side of his bed layered with toy ducks, rabbits, and dogs.. He smiled at them, whispering a raspy, 'Good Morning' to them before turning his head over to the left. Only one face greeted him, one that he was particularly happy to see. Misou. "Good morning, Misou." He spoke to him, hearing a soft voice in his head return the phrase. The bunny waved one of its white arms. He grinned and hugged it close. "I didn't sleep again.. That makes three nights." He paused, and pulled it away, gazing intently into it's glassy eyes. ".. Do you think that Jun's gonna get mad at us..?" Misou nodded at him. Naphiou's brow furrowed, looking upset. "..But.. it was an accident. I'll sleep tomorrow." The rabbit patted his shoulder, and soon he smiled. "We'll just have to tell him that, right?" Misou nodded again and his smile grew. Clutching the rabbit, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rose to his feet.

Time to get ready for another uneventful...
Wha--What? What's that smell?!
Then there was a knocking at the door.
Someone's here?

He started to think that maybe today wasn't going to be so uneventful after all. Rubbing at his head, tousling already tousled slate blue locks, he meandered towards his dresser, retrieving clothes to change into. Who's turn was it to do laundry last? Not that he was running low on his stock of attire, it was just that.. he was still missing some things. Oh well. He'd ask someone about it later, and if it was necessary, he'd handle the task himself. Pulling out a plain orange t-shirt from the second drawer and gray skinny jeans from the third, he set Misou down on the floor to change. Once that was done with, and his pajamas were tossed into his laundry basket, he picked up his brush and ran it through his hair a couple of times. It would still stick up here and there, but Naphiou didn't really care much about it. If someone was going to complain about his hair, and or plain appearance, let's not make it him. Putting the brush back on top of his dresser, the last thing he added to himself was his favorite dark green hoodie, complete with fur trimming the hood. If whoever had laundry duty kept this away from him, he'd be more adamant about keeping tabs on who's turn it was.

It was just about the comfortableness of the hoodie, it was also about the safety it provided. No one would see the scars littering his pale arms, the lasting mark of Tezuma resting on his wrist. He heard the said male's voice reading it; 'Mine...' Flinching, Naphiou grabbed onto the spot tightly, willing all the images and sounds of the man to go away. He wouldn't take the nightmares while he was awake. He'd only take them when he'd have to sleep.. Misou's soft voice replacing Tezuma's in his head, he slowly let go and turned towards the rabbit, picking him off of the ground. "Thanks." And in his head, it replied, 'You're welcome.' The sixteen year old affectionately nuzzled its fuzzy ears before exiting his room, his companion tucked against his chest. Sea green eyes drifted just in time to see Suzaku meandering outside. So he was going to answer the knocking..? He shut his bedroom door behind him and took a few steps towards where the other had gone, freezing when he heard the older man fumbling with the handle.
Sometimes, Naphiou really had to wonder about him..

Sighing, he swiveled on his heels, and turned back towards the kitchen. The burning smell was coming from there.. His gaze trailed from the stack of pancakes to the pan resting in the sink. So that was the cause for the smell. A bad pancake. Standing there in the center of the kitchen, still hugging Misou close to his chest, he briefly wondered if anyone else had smelled what he smelled. Burning was a strong scent, least to him; hopefully no one would get the wrong impression and assume that a part of their home was burning down. It would not only be incorrect, but also embarrassing.

He hoped that would never be him.

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"At the s o u n d of a gun,

The m o u s e started to run...

Һ i c k o r y d i c k o r y d o c k. " ¤ ♥ ¤

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[40seven]

They tell me I can blow
To the far side of town
Where it's pointless to be high
'Cause it's such a long way down

Yukio had just finished his hundred push-up for this morning and was now going to head out to jog for a while. No, of course not! Yukio was still fast asleep. His body was tangled in his sheets and he was hugging his pillow tightly. His mouth was open and he was breathing heavily, a small drool stain on the pillow. He was now deep, deep off in dream land. Sleeping was something he considered himself good at, it was also something he liked. What he liked even more was being able to sleep until late, and to not be woken up early. That’s why he wasn’t quite happy when the Star Wars tune started playing from his cellphone. He grunted and turned around in his bed. Slowly he reached out his hand and searched around for a while before feeling the cold cellphone under his hand. He flipped it open and without even opening his eye he pressed the answer button and took the phone to his ear.

F’ck off. He said intot he phone and what was heard was a laughing voice. That’s not very nice, Yu-Kun! It was the voice of one of his co-workers at the small book shop he worked. A person that could be considered a friend of Yukio’s most times. But not when he woke Yukio up this early (early to Yukio) Wha yu wan? Yukio mumbled as an answer into the phone. I can barely hear what you are saying! Did I wake you up? Yukio growled into the phone and got laughter as an answer. I just wanted to ask if you can do me a favor? Can you go to work instead of me? Please~? No… Leave m’alone And with that Yukio turned off his phone and dropped it on the messy floor next to his bed. He laid still in the bed for a few moments before quickly sitting up. Why didn’t he like to be woken up? Because he could never go back to sleep.

Slowly Yukio opened his one eye and looked around in his room. Maybe he should get up now. Swiftly he stood up revealing his full body that was only wearing a pair of white boxers with red hearts on. He walked over to the dresser and started rummaging through it. What to wear? He took out a pair of military green tight pants and put them on. After that he started looking for something to wear on his torso. A black long t-shirt with a white realistic skull on the front was picked out after a while. Was that good enough? Oh well, what did it matter? It wasn’t like he was heading anywhere important this day. No work. Nothing important that day at all. So why bother? He just needed to pick out a pair of socks too. He bent down and pulled out the drawer dedicated to socks. He was surprised to find it nearly empty.

Maybe he shouldn’t be that surprised though. Yukio wasn’t one of those people who liked to clean up in their room every now and then. He kept it messy. He said it made it feel cosy, but the truth is that he might be a little to lazy to pick up all the clothes on his floor, put the books back where they should be, and so on. He was sure that he had a lot of socks in his room, used ones. In his drawer with fresh socks, he had two of them. Not two pairs, but two socks. One bright green, and one neon pink. Just great. However, as he already had established in his mind, nothing important was happening today. So he put on those bright colored un-matching socks. Why did he have pink socks at all? About then he started noticing a smell. Burnt? Yukio frowned slightly but let it be for the moment. It couldn’t be anything serious.

Ready with his clothes he picked up his brush and stood in front of the mirror. Just as he was about to brush his hair he looked at his own face in the mirror, he saw the place where his right eye was supposed to be. Gross… he mumbled to himself and put down the brush again. Before being able to watch himself in the mirror he had to put on his (super cool) black eye patch. Then he went back to brushing his long orange hair. With that finished, his hair had turned from a classic morning mess into hanging softly and shiningly down past his shoulder. Now, despite wearing horrid socks, Yukio was ready to leave his room! As he closed his door behind him he thought he could hear a distant knock. Was someone going to visit them? This early? He yawned and stretched his arms up over his head and started walking down the corridor to the kitchen.

When he entered the kitchen only Naphiou was there, not even Suzu who always made food for them all. Morning, Naph-Kun… Morning Misou. Yukio said as he walked past Naph into the kitchen, he turned back and gave him a bright smile. Naph and his stuffed toys. Naph treated so much like real persons that it had actually started to make Yukio feel impolite if he ignored them and treated them as just toys. So he had taken the habit to say good-morning to them too. Yawning once again Yukio took a clean glass to drink from. Not until then did he notice the pancakes. It seemed like one had got burned? That explained that nasty smell. Yukio put down the glass and opened the refrigerator and took out a package of juice and poured it into his glass. After putting back the package and taking a sip of the juice (which would probably be the only thing he had for breakfast) he leaned back against the counter at looked over at Naph.

Was that a knock I heard earlier? Someone’s opening already, right? He took another sip of the juice before continuing. I wonder who pays a visit this early…

And I'd rather play here
With all the madmen
For I'm quite content
They're all as sane as me

[KILLING with KINDNESS]

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xo“Yo, little dudes! What do you think you are doing?” Haruka Mutsuka stood at the entrance of the kitchen, her fists connected to her hips. She glowered at her two cousins sitting on the kitchen floor, their backs turned to her. Haruka quirked a curious eyebrow – this was suspicious, very suspicious indeed.


xo“Makin’ pannncaks!” her cousin, the younger one, cooed. The older boy, twisted his body backwards so he could smile at Haruka, revealing the white splotches covering his face as he did. She marched forward, tilting his head up gently, to examine it better. Her eyes bulged, her mouth widened … Flour covered their faces, their clothes.


xo“You rugrats! What have you done?” They turned their heads, looking themselves over. Everything checked-out okay with them. Haruka huffed, looking over their hands; they were covered in some mysterious slop. Her eyes flickered to the floor, the source of this unidentified goop. Surrounding it was a half-empty jug of milk, an empty carton of eggs, salt and pepper shakers, a bag of flour, a peanut butter, and some baking soda. The bag of flour was in the worst condition. It appeared as though it had been stabbed several times, flour seeped from the wounds, surrounding the bag. Similar to that of a victim’s blood spilling unto the pavement. All the ingredients were just witnesses to this crime scene. And who were the murders? Well, Haruka’s cute cousins, of course.


xo“Why did you do this?” Haruka asked frantically, that almost-crazy look in her eyes. “Do you want me to die? Do you want my blood on your mother’s hands?” She wouldn’t put her aunt past it, she has threatened Haruka too many times before – this was the final nail in her casket. At least now, she had an excuse for why she was stuffing her niece’s dead body into the trunk of her car. They raised their heads to stare up at their cousin, a dumb look on both their faces. Of course, they didn’t understand any bit of what she was saying. “Damn! And I just cleaned the kitchen too!” She stomped her foot angrily, eyeing the clump sitting in front of their feet. It was rather adorable, watching them play in the pancake batter – or their poor imitation of pancake batter. Too bad she was too upset to notice.


xo“Hawu, Hawu – don’ be mwad. ‘Ave a pannncak!” The older one exclaimed, digging a hand into ‘pannncak’ batter, and shoving a ‘pannncak’ in her face. Haruka half-smiled, pushing his chubby hand out of her face, and pulling up to her full height. Her shrugged and slapped the goop unto the floor with a loud SLWOP! Haruka flinched, knowing she was the one who was going to have that clean that up. She sighed, a long noisy sigh – before she spoke again.


xo“Kiddos, don’t worry about it, ‘kay? Look, go upstairs and have your sister wash your face and change you into clean clothes. I’ll clean up the mess. And when you’re done, I’ll make you some pancakes.” she said, pulling them up by the collars of their shirts. Even though Haruka was very small for her age, her cousins were tall enough to reach to her shoulder. Her shoulder! And she was fifteen! They didn’t even hit the double digits yet. It was rather depressing; know that when your cousins hit ten, they’d be able to beat the crude out of you. She led them out of the kitchen, her fingers still curled around their collars. At least when they were that size, Haruka could out-smart them. She was comforted by that thought as she booted them out of the room.


xo“Wis bloo-bewwies?” the youngest one asked, looking up at her with bright eyes and a wide smile. It was Haruka who actually giggled this time. She smiled crookedly at him and nodded.


xo“Sure, kid.” She let go of their shirts, watching as they raced up the stairs, bellowing their sisters name. Haruka rolled her eyes, her lips still pulled into a smile. She turned on the balls of her heels, and sauntered back into the kitchen – trying to figure out the best method to clean up their mess. Hopefully, it didn’t stain. Her aunt would have a cow! Great, another farm animal for Haruka to care for. She already had four to watch over, which was quite enough for her. Then her aunt would kill. Something slow and painful, of course – that seemed to be her aunt’s style.


xo“Play dough?” Haruka squeaked, picking up a yellow cylinder shape. They actually put play dough in their batter, expecting someone would eat it. She shook her head, gathering up the rest of the ingredients in her small arms.


xoThen Haruka heard a sound, no one ever wants to hear. The sound of her aunt’s car, pulling into the driveway. Her heart sank. “Oh! She’s early!” Her bright brown eyes flickered around the room, her whole body shaking. Finally, she squeezed her eyelids shut. She could already picture her aunt’s face all-too-well. If Haruka had eaten anything for breakfast, surely it would have already popped back up to say ‘hello’. She could tell it was her aunt, by the way she slammed open the door with her beefy arm. Her steps echoing through the house, announcing that she was home. Her first stop would be the kitchen, of course.


xo“HARUKA! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY HOUSE?” She opened her eyes, and turned her head. Standing in the doorway was her aunt, angry as always.


xo“Me!” she squeaked, holding the items closer to her chest. Haruka looked tinier than usual, with her aunt in the room. “It was your sons! I’m just cleaning up the mess!” She hated ratting out her cousins, but she knew all the fault was always dumped on her. She was the scapegoat, even for the dog. Several times Haruka was blamed for the yellow spots on the carpet. It was so irritating!


xo“My sons would never do this! They’re not unmannered little brats, like you!” Bingo. Haruka’s body became frigid, as she glared up at her aunt. Oh, if looks could kill … “I can’t believe you would try and blame your little cousins for this. Especially when I caught you red-handed!” Haruka rolled her eyes. Here we go again, the wonderfulsonswonderfuldaughterswonderfulfamily rant. As if on cue, her two cousins bounded down from the staircase, clean and in a new set of clothes. The corner of her mouth twitched, she lowered her head to hide her smile. It was all comical, really – watching her aunt change colors, as her cousins quickly bounded back up the stairs. Already losing interest in their promised pancakes, probably going to go play video games – Haruka wished she could have joined them. “ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?” Her aunt screamed, Haruka turned quickly to look at her aunt. Her eyebrows knitted together, she scowled at her aunt, closing the gap between them.


xo“No,” she said simply, glaring up at the woman. Her aunt growled and raised her hand, ready to strike her. “Go ahead! It’s not like you haven’t hit me before!” Haruka screamed, blood rushing to her cheeks and ears. Her face felt hot. She heard the slap, before she felt the pain. Her head lolled to the side, a weak smile on her face. Her cheek stung, she cringed, smiling up at her aunt. Her arms swung open, all the items falling unto the kitchen floor. Her aunt started screaming in her arm again, but all Haruka heard was; blahcusswordsblahblahungratefulchildblah! Haruka wished she was a television, so she could just turn her off. Before she could finish, Haruka pushed past, stomping across the house.


xo“Where do you think you’re going?” Her aunt asked, placing a hand on her hip. By now, she was already behind the opened door, her fingers tight around the doorknob.


xo“Away from you, fat-a**!” She stuck out her tongue, and slammed the door. Listening as it echoed through the house, her small arm shook from the vibrations. Before Haruka could to anything else, she started running – her instincts finally kicking in. She ran across front yard, down the street, and even to the next block. She would have ran more, but she didn’t want to collapse or anything. Her legs wobbled beneath as she slowed to a walking pace. Damn her short legs! They felt like jelly right about now. Surely her weak knees buckle beneath her, sending her straight for the pavement. Lucky for her, they didn’t. She continued walking, shoving her hands into her pockets. So, what would she do today? The skate park, maybe? … Or maybe the beach, or she could go terrorize the local supermarket – until they kicked her out, of course. So many possibilities. So many things Haruka didn’t want to do. She sighed. She was quite use to her aunt, kicking her out of the house. She usually waited until dinner time, or her uncle came home, to make an appearance. Usually by then, her aunt had cooled down. This whole ‘b***h-fit’ of hers had actually become routine. It was rare when she didn’t leave. It felt like ages, as Haruka walked along, watching her old Converses kick rocks as she walked along. She wasn’t exactly paying attention to her surroundings. She was hoping she’d get lost, so that she’d have something to do. Her bright brown eyes flickered up, a large wall obstructing her view. The Sohma Estate. Nope, not lost yet. She stretched out a hand, touching the colored wall as she walked past. The Sohmas’ were a mystery she has yet to unravel. It was their large gates that interested her. Why were they trying to keep everyone out? Or better yet, what were they trying to keep in? A crooked smile appeared on her face. On one of her more boring days, you can often find her throwing rocks over the wall, or drawing on it – with or without a group of hoodlums. Haruka enough herself either way.


xoShe past a bend and stopped. Her fingers still connected with the wall. Haruka had reached the front gates – but it wasn’t that, that had sparked her curiosity. Before the front doors, stood a girl – who even though seemed short like Haruka, appeared much older. The same crooked smile from before appeared, as Haruka approached the woman, shoving her other hand in the pocket. She approached the blue-haired lady from behind, so quietly, she didn’t even seem to notice. “Y’know, people die in there.” Haruka said with a matter-of-factly-tone, stepping closer. Her head tilted, lowering her red cheek – the cheek her aunt had slapped – to her shoulder. She examined the girl for a moment, her fingers feeling the insides of her pockets. “Like I had this one friend, whose brother’s friend went inside once, and they never saw him again!” Haruka chirped, becoming animated with her story. She pulled her hands from her pockets, and quickly pushed back a strand of brunette hair that obstructed her view. She leaned closer, looking around suspiciously – as if ready to tell the stranger some secret of hers. “I heard they baked him in a pie! Then fed him to the neighbors …” Haruka pulled up into her full height, brushing a small hand through her hair. “But I’m not scared, I’ve seen scarier stuff … y’know?” She shrugged a thin shoulder, leaning on the side of the wall.


xo“Hello?”


xoShe screamed, jumping away from the door. Yeah, not scared at all.

[JadedBliss]

✖ . . . / / Jun Sohma

Munch.

Munch.

Munch.

Scritch.

Scritch.

Pause.

A gray haired youth tapped his lower lip with a #2 pencil. He had stayed up all night in his room, his haven, to make a new song. He had been so inspired, but now that inspiration had ran dry, just like sex. Not that he would know. Who is this he? It was Jun Sohma, of course. Jun rubbed the sand out of his eyes tiredly, a yawn eliciting from his peach lips. This was going to be bad. He had to work at kiSEKI all week due to punishment from Suzu, that damn bovine.

Speaking of that cow . . .

Jun’s stomach growled meekly, a midnight snack wasn’t enough. Of course, breakfast is the most important meal of the day! Jun sniffed the air, a brunt smell lingered in the air but behind that mask was pancakes. Soft, fluffy, delicious, Suzu produced pancakes. Vaguely in his mind Jun wondered if Suzu used his own milk to produce the pancakes, but if he ever asked he’d be sentenced to a lifeline of being Suzu’s personal café slave. His stomach growled once more at the thought of pancakes, his mouth pooled with drool. The dog swallowed that and went to his bathroom to get ready.

Bare feet silently padded though the speckled blue tile floor of the bathroom that was just cleaned yesterday. Jun soflty chuckled to himself at the memory of yesterday. As he went into the freshly waxed bathroom he had slipped and maybe cracked his head. But that was okay, he had a hard one; unless you were a pretty girl, he was a sucker for pretty girls. Boys too, of course. When was it when Jun started liking boys? Supposed it was natural. As far as he could remember there was no significant difference in the two. Yukio always had long hair, so I suppose you could consider him a girl. Either way, Jun loved both.

The musician finished brushing his teal tinted locks, wanting to make sure they were soft. Not that he was like Jiro or Naomi. Jun just liked his hair to be soft, that was it. He did a careful twirl around the bathroom and rinsed the Listerine out of his mouth. Once the cleansing of himself was done it was time to clean his room in return. The poor space had been abused badly. Jungle garden it was, and in the corner you might of found some hentai magazines Chika was supposed to own later in the future.

It was now time to head over to the kitchen, or else his stomach would go mute on him. Kitchen bound he was, the little pup practically hopping to the kitchen happily to fill the empty void in his gut. “Mornin’ Yukio, Nappy, Mimi-pyon.” Jun nodded to each, regarding their presence. Lithe hands made quick work arranging breakfast, a plate with two pancakes with a butter slice and a glass of apple juice. A knock was softly sounded through Jun’s sensitive (dog-like) ears as he sat down on the long table. A visitor? Who would come to the main estate so early? I hope it’s the laundry maid, he absently thought. His clothes were sure running low, but then he always wore the same pajama’s for a week. He never smelled, so there was no use in changing anything but his boxers.

The male stabbed the silverware into his pancakes, ripping off a portion and chewed on it. His amber eyes wandered over to little Naphiou’s body. The boy’s eyes were beginning to have darker bags and Jun worried about his health. “Nappy, have you been taking your pills?” His voice was soft, but firm. If the answer was no, the mouse would be in for trouble.

✖✖✖Do you want me to wag my tail for you?

[Golden Eyed Saru]

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It was hard to tell what he hated more; being awake or knowing that he didn't have to be and still unable to go back to sleep. A small groan escaped the teens lips as he turned over in bed. How long had he been asleep? A small peek from under long black lashes was all he needed. Great. Just wonderful. A whole two and a half hours. It had been a while since he had actually had a decent amount of sleep. I hate this, he told himself, rolling over once more, tearing the blankets from their position to wrap around him as he moved. It almost sounded like a whine in his mind and instantly he sighed, running a pale hand through his dirty blond hair. He just couldn't go back to sleep for some reason. But ever since... that, it had always been hard to sleep. Nightmares always woke him, leaving him drenched in sweat and gasping for air and his mind forced itself out of the world of memories. But not today. Something else had forced his mind awake, like an internal feeling or something his body knew was going to happen.

Okay, fine, I'm up. A hand moved to push blond hair and sleep from his eyes as he rolled over on his back. Why was it so hard to sleep? This was getting ridiculous. If he had known it was going to be this stupid... He cut himself short, shaking his head to rid it of the thought. That was horrible. Horrible. Blue eyes opened to the world above them and frankly, it was only the white world of the ceiling, which was nothing too interesting. A hand slid down his pale face as he finally grabbed hold of the many blankets covering him and stripped them off. Instantly a shiver went up his spine as his body was revealed to the cooler air waiting for him. He hated the cold. Looking longingly at his blankets he shook his head with a small sigh, pushing the thought of just a few more minutes in that warm space from his mind. If he got back in bed now he would never be able to get back out.

"Come on Kasei," he told himself for a bit of motivation, his dull voice slightly cracked from a dry throat. Ugh! Why did he always have to wake up feeling worse then when he fell asleep? It was just so unfair. You'd think waking after a night's sleep would leave feeling like you could face the day without killing something. Oh yea, he hadn't gotten a nights sleep. Okay, enough complaining, let's move, he said silently, pushing himself up and off his bed in a quick and easy move. Kasei then moved to busy himself with getting ready. First, before anything, he brushed his teeth. He hated the feeling of that film that tended to set overnight, even though he had thoroughly brushed them. And the taste was the worst. With that done a hair brush was dragged through his short hair to straighten it, not really doing much to save its appearance in the end. His dirty blond hair was naturally tossed, and so brushing it did it barely any good for it just always fell the way it wanted.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Kasei stopped where he was, his head barely through the collar of his shirt and an arm still trapped inside the cloth, trying to squeeze it's way free of the material. What the? He looked over at the clock beside his bed. Why would anyone be arriving so early? Free from his frozen state he rushed to finish getting dressed and made his way out of his room. Only was it in the hall that he slowed and put on his usual facade of calm and blank before continuing on. He never said anything as he took a quick glance a the blue haired girl at the door and continued to where everyone was eating. Kasei silently took the seat furthest and kept to himself, not eating nor showing his interest for the new visitor.

It was hard, he had to admit that. It was so rare that anyone visited the main house that he had only to wonder if she had simply gotten lost and was asking for directions. The blue eyed, blue hair wonder. Either way she'll be the talk for a little while. He'd hear it all later. When he set his mind to 'Not care' mode, he really couldn't help but find all the reasons why he shouldn't care. He simply would just have to be patient, something he was good at, if showing it better than feeling it. Inwardly his mind would wish to roll his eyes and sigh and just get straight to the point, but there was no way he'd let it. He was good at hiding his emotion.

From under long lashes Kasei did a quick sweep out of habit. He always liked to take in the details of the people around him: who was there and not, who was distracted or just as aware as he was, ect. Seemed like everyone was up, some eating and some goggling over the visitor. A yawn escaped him and he quickly moved to cover it. Two and a half hours now equalled not good in his book. But he had waited for sleep once again, and, like most times, it had evaded him. So now he was stuck in a room full of Sohma's who were more interested in everything else but him. It was how it always was; he seemed to always be the odd one out. Which, in a selfish way of thinking, made no sense to him. He was the dragon, a great beast; why should he have to feel so small? It's not really like he cared much. He liked people not paying him much mind; it kept him free to do what he liked.

His curiosity got the better of him. He would have to make it look casual though. It might have been hours, but really it had only been minutes before he quietly, gracefully, stood and walked out, joining Suzaku in the doorway, gazing over the man at the girl with his own blue eyes. They weren't as brilliant as hers, but if her color was toned down it might have been the same shade as his--that is if it was toned down a lot. The young girl looked as though she was lost, but she also was aware of where she was at the same time. Kasei said nothing, instead, letting Suzaku complete what he had started, only with a by-stander this now. But Kasei was right, the girl rally held no interest for him. She was just another girl, another one they couldn't, wouldn't be able to get remotely close to.

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[Akina-chan_16]

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...icantouchtheblackemptiness...

. . . s o c a l m i n g i s i m p l y d r i f t o f f i n i t . . .

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Where was Jiro, you ask, while knocks were sounding and pancakes were being burnt? Not asleep. Oh, no. The early bird catches the worm. If we mentioned water, would it help? No, not the pool! Much too early for that. He was taking a bath. So while he would have gone running to the door in his birthday suit as he was very much tempted to do, Jiro Sohma remembered just vaguely that there were women amoung the Juunishin. And men. Neither of which, he'd been told, cared to see his naked body waltzing down the hallways.

Gotta go, gotta go! Still dripping, he stood, shaking out his hair which, of course, left messy daggers of water strewn across the mirror and adjacent wall. In his hastened state of curiosity, though, Jiro didn't notice. Before he had even stepped into his private bathroom that morning, he'd remembered to lay out his favorite boxers: navy blue with green dinosaurs. Childish, which made sense. They had been a gift from his father....when he was twelve. So they were a little too small. Who cares? It isn't like I don't look totally rockin' in them anyway. Following that thought, the boar paused a moment in the mirror above the sinks and, looking past the water droplets, saw the vision that made his thought ring true. He was skinny, but lithe, his shoulders built broad from swimming. And even tousled from the bath, Jiro's whiteish-gray locks gleamed like a model out of a sports magazine....or a gay porn mag. But the point was that he's hot. With a farewell grin at his reflection, he stepped out of the bathroom.

The bathroom led right back into his bedroom, neatly untouched. He rarely spent more time past what he needed to sleep. Or whenever he managed to drag Chiyo in there. But they never did anything...really. Unfortunately. She wanted to, but Jiro wasn't sure he was ready. Or, at least he thought she wanted to. She hadn't ever really said otherwise. Either way, the little rooster was the only reason Jiro spent any time there in his lonely room. And it showed. The walls were a naked blue, the small pieces of furniture tidily stacked into corners, though one wall held two long shelves showcasing his trophies. Oh, and a couple of pictures of Chiyo sleeping. But he always put those down before she entered the room. He didn't want her to think he was weird or anything.

Clothes...do I need clothes? Weighing the pros and cons didn't really work for him, so Jiro just decided to strive for his first desire: just boxers, then. Before he even touched his hair, the boar moved to stand in front of the floor-length mirror on his door. Still so pretty, he thought before getting down to business. A comb sat precariously on the arm of his wooden rocking chair and Jiro snapped it up. Quickly combing his hair back, then forward, then to the side, the teen gave up, running his fingers through his hair instead. Hm. Strange. It actually looked better that way. He did it again, captivated by watching himself. That was when the close proximinty to the hallway allowed an awful smell to rudely rape his nose, making the swimmer hold back a gag. Ew. Suzu-kun usually cooks better than this....I hope he isn't expecting us to eat it, Jiro thought with a menacing pout.

With frightful care, he slide the door open and peeked out, his nose wrinkling in distaste as the burnt smell settled in his nostrils there to stay. He slide his door open completely and moved into the hallway, unknowingly leaving a wet footprint trail on the shiny hardwood floor. Ignoring the first stomach rumble of many more to come, Jiro walked slowly to the front door. The Sohma house was large for a typical home in Japan. The easy explanation was that it wasn't one. But Jiro had lived there for most of his life and so thought nothing of the extravagances the Juunishin took for granted.

It took him a few minutes to reach the doorway from his room. His curiosity was met with success. A girl! A pretty girl....With long blue hair. He wanted to see how long it was, but the evil Suzu who burnt his breakfast and the younger teen, Kasei, stood stubbornly in the doorway, blocking his view. It seemed only too fitting then that Jiro was soaking wet. And naked. Without further ado, he leaned in close pressing his chest into Suzaku's back and wrapping his arms around him in the cold, dripping wet embrace of revenge! Too bad that Suzu was still in his robe. It would have been much more rewarding if they had both been...naked.

[elleh de la NOCHE]

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Day nine hundred and something... I stopped counting a long time ago.


Honestly, I don’t even remember how the hell I ended up here in the first place. Well, I mean, of course I do; everyone has their own story, right? Whatever. This is pointless. I think I’m just waiting for something epic to happen (again), though I might end up having to wait for a much longer time than I had wanted too to even begin with, and I have to say that the anticipation is killing me. Okay, okay, so I won’t lie. I do remember everything. Having to hold onto memories like these is just the same of having to face nightmares; they just follow you and never go away, no matter how much you try to forget them and think of something else. No matter how many hours of therapy you go through, no matter how experienced the doctor is, et cetera, et cetera… Catch my drift? Life’s a b***h, and the past just ******** pisses me off…

I woke up this morning with a terrible headache, and I swear it wasn’t the after effect of some nightmare of an unforgivable past, besides the fact that I never have dreams anymore... Whatever the heck it was, I blame it on it being a stupid Monday, I blame it on this stupid house, I blame it on this stupid curse, and I blame it on everyone else who really, really, just didn’t want me being around them. I’m pretty sure that they know that I know that I hate their guts as much as they did with me, which sounds kind of funny in a way if you look at things from an optimistic standard. Oh? What am I saying? Nothing ever makes sense in this life anymore. So…

Somebody used all the stupid hot water this morning, which means I have to wait, and my body is freezing a** cold now.

“WHO USED ALL THE EFFING HOT WATER?!?!” And being in the rage I was, I stomped out of the shower, one wet foot suddenly sliding across slick, granite tile as the rest of my body lost its balance and fell backwards. I yanked the yellow towel hanging from the glass shower door handle and pulled it around my stark, naked body, trying to dry myself warm so I can dress back into my dirty pajamas and run downstairs to grab some breakfast.

And I get downstairs, and the kitchen smells like a fire swept right on through.

“Suzu, you are a freaking genius.” I mutter all the sarcastic comments I can, I want, I feel like saying for the heck of it while he’s not even in ear shot range, without even caring if he was right behind my back. I don’t bother to see what’s on the stove, for fear it might possibly explode onto me, and just grab a simple box of cereal from the top shelf (having to stand on my very tip toes to hardly reach it with the ends of my fingers). I pull the thing down and hold it before my face, reading the front cover to make out the unfamiliar brand; an almost nearly expired box of Norwegian brand oats.

Sometimes I wonder where the hell Suzu ever got his hands on products like these.

I poor the grains in the bowl, I poor the milk in the grains, I take a rice spoon from the drawer and fill my mouth with sweetened oat goodness; and I know that my stomach will be ‘hurting later’ because of the date posted on the edge of the box. Whatever, as long as my excuse to skip class sounds almost legit I really shouldn’t expect to have any problems with anyone, but I’d have to be careful of where I chose to hang around for the day just in case I run into anybody around the house. I wouldn’t like that happening, seeing as I don’t even like any of the people that I live with, though some are considerably civil enough to bear to sit in the same room with.

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The water is warm as I feel it rushing down my back, through my hair, creating steam to swirls around the tips of my fingers and toes. I’m probably the last person to get ready for their day out the many of us living under the same roof, which has its benefits most of the time. I never have to worry about somebody stealing my hot water while I am washing my hair or rinsing my face. But when I step onto the tiled floor and look at my face in the mirror; my brown eyes and amber-red hair…I don’t feel clean. Then I realize that I never will, and I’m just another unwanted animal that will be living in a dark hole for the rest of her life. Oh I am doomed, alright.

Carefully, so I don’t slip and bust my bottom on the floor like I did earlier, I step onto the slippery tiles beneath my feet, keeping my balance as I hold onto the side of the sink counter and the edge of the shower door. Thick, steamy mist billows out of the shower and fogs up the mirror, the metal faucet, and the window that overlooks the woods behind the home. I didn’t bother to put any blinds or curtains up to cover it; nobody looks in from there anyway. Even if they did, well, so be it. Nobody I know even knew me for being a person of modesty in the first place.

I dry off the bottom of my feet before crossing the carpeted floor of my room towards my tiny dresser, then bundling my long hair into a towel wrapped on the top of my head. My ears pick up the sound of many footsteps racing down the stairs to answer the singing tone of the door bell to frighten away whoever may be lurking on our front porch. And as for me? Heh, I couldn’t give a s**t about whoever was out there for knowing the candid fact that they wouldn’t possibly posses the opportunity to even interact with our lives. So, seriously, why bother to with commotion that’s never really going to lead to anywhere to begin with? I have to admit though that sometimes even mere curiosity gets the better of all of us at times…



“So, who’s at the door?” I ask upon deaf ears, standing behind the crowd of other cursed beings. Though I’m really not that interested anyway, I decide to lazily stand there with water dripping down the back of my neck from the soaked up towel wrapped around my head, a lime green and orange bath robe loosely tide around my waist, and my feet stuffed in fluffy blue house slippers.

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[Fiona Lenet]

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♥ "You're a bitter-sweet poison." ♥
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_______________________________________________ [ it's difficult to know me xxx ]

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from the black d|a|r|k|n|e|s|s that is______________________________________________
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i am bey { ♥ } ond salvation || ◄______________________________________________

'It's done.' As her mind's echo rung with an almost condemning finality at the action she'd just committed, Reina shifted her hand back to it's original hold around her darkly-packaged gift. But even that had been a jittery task to execute as her fingers almost couldn't cooperate to her's mind demand and un-close from the tight fist she'd made to knock on the door. In the end though and after taking a steadying breath to calm her whole being, her hand's grip eased and she shifted to a comfortable stance. Her task had been set. Now she could only wait. Which was a grueling task in it's self. With an absentminded swallow, the to-be-God urged the saliva that had pooled in her mouth from the nervousness that was racking her mind, away from any place that might give away her completely and instead focused on the door she'd just knocked on. Just anything to steady the furious running of her thoughts. But as she lifted her eyes from the place her hand has just rested against momentarily, to gaze upon the full length of the dark-wooded door, her head abruptly shifted into a slight bow with her eyes fluttering to a weighted close. It had been a foolish judgment to assume that by staring, even in a passing manner, at the door that was her future would somehow help to calm the frayed ends of her nerves. If anything it would only be the tipping factor that had her break out in a full body tremble. Instead, she would wait in silence for the first voice of the Juunshin to swirl through her...

Feminine.

A girl, not a woman, was speaking. Somehow it wasn't what the twenty-two year old had been expecting. The voice sounded snide, almost cruel. Like it's speaker was bitterly unhappy and-. As her mind began to fully probe any reason for the voice to be the way it was, the exact words the girl spoke finally registered. The girl was speaking from third-person point of view about the Sohmas. Not from an insiders point of view. She was just like the shop keeper who had told her how to get to the estate: someone who in reality knew nothing about what they spoke and used the white haze surrounding them to condemn them with awkward possibilities in the form of cruel rumors to drive others away. Which only furthered the distant between the Sohmas and the rest of the world. Opening her eyes partially as she tilted her head up and back with her blue hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back, Reina's mind would only marvel in the sad reality that was the Sohma's entire existence. People feared them and for not real reason except that they knew nothing. Even if she was so far not a part of their world, that didn't excuse the truth of the ignorant girl's behavior.

Lifting her head back up so she could gaze more appropriately and normally at the outsider whose voice continued to ramble on in an obvious lie, Reina shifted a hand from around the box she still held fast in her unwavering grasp, only to run it easily and fluidly through her silken tresses before they came to fall back in place around her face and body. The movement worked, it gave the woman a chance collect her thoughts and steady herself to speak. "Listen-" Just as Reina slipped the first word through her parted lips, something unexpected made her lips seal shut. Someone else had spoken first, if only by a second. This time, the voice was a rugged masculine voice and it had the smallest hints of familiarity to it. With one single, simple, little word, Reina felt her entire body become a taunt piano string that had been hit to resonate with enough of a vibrating frequency that it had thrust her entire mind into silence. The young woman had never encountered a more terrifying instance in all her life and it had her whole form quivering with the ever-so slightest of trembles.

But luckily the moment was astoundingly brief. Reina was far too determined to allow a immaturity in her brain to prevent her from grasping holding of what she desired, no, needed. Otherwise she wouldn't have taken the first step to even begin her journey. Her mind just wasn't built to feel regret; she just believed too much in her own choices to lament making them.

Taking only the smallest and most necessary of moments to pause, close her eyes and breathe deeply to clear and steady herself, the twenty-two year flawlessly righted her expression back to the warming smile she'd prepared just for them. Anything to remove the scared doe look from her deeply large cerulean eyes. But as Reina urged her feet to take the smallest step forward and closer to the large wooden door-for she took great care before knocking to ensure some distance between them-she began to understand that keeping her nervousness from blooming further and incapacitating her could be problematic. The one who had first spoken, it seems, had not been the only one present just beyond the gates. No. In addition to the burning-with-rampant-curiosity silver pair of eyes that easily belonged with the one who first spoke, was a pair of deeper-than-her-own blue eyes.

Should the fair-haired woman had given in right at that very second and forever dismissed herself from any future they would have had, she would have known two things about the two nameless Juushin she'd met ever so briefly. The first being, that not only was the taller and older male obviously more masculine than the two, he was also a tad more feminine than the shorter one he stood next to; in the one word he'd uttered was the underlying chime of flamboyancy, often indicative of bisexual or homosexual men. The reason for that being was that the way the man was dressed seemed to say much for his own personal opinion of himself; he was still in a robe and it could have been that he was indicating that it didn't matter what he wore, he appealed to all genders.

Reina could only wrinkle her nose slightly at his type and instead flicked her eyes back to the ones who were a very deep and brilliant azure. They reminded her so fondly of sapphires, one of her favorite jewels. It was in those vibrant hues that she learned her second note of the nameless boy a good few years younger than her twenty-two years; he was generally indifferent. Where the silver eyes of the man besides him had echoed the itching curiosity in his mind, his own blue ones were dormant and calm. They didn't rove over her in any particular speculative way and it eased her to know that some could receive her without developing a forethought to any words she would speak. It silently had managed to give her the confidence to take one more gently clicking step towards the taller male who took up most of the open space the he'd created by opening the door. But just as the fabric of her waloli clothing came to rest back around her mid-thighs, her voice caught in her throat, her eyes widening in an unidentifiable emotion.

Somehow, without making nary a sound, another person had managed to get close enough to wrap his arms around the upper chest of the tallest male. And the reason she knew the arms to belong to a third male was due to the muscular nature they had as they squeezed tightly to the silver-haired one who'd spoken so inquisitively along second earlier. Despite the careful control Reina had instilled in herself to hopefully produce the best welcoming possible by the Juushin, it failed to stop the question that burst forth from her in mild agitation. Because surely...all the Zodiac couldn't have been born male. "Isn't this the Sohma residence, or do I have the wrong address?"

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______________where will you run to...

...when the place you're searching for...

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[p a r a n o i r e]

.¦. N .¦. A .¦. P .¦. H .¦. - .¦. N .¦. A .¦. P .¦. H .¦.

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"Һickory dickory dock,

The m o u s e ran up the clock..."

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Everybody was waking up now, like a chain reaction. He shut his eyes and let his little mousy ears tune into the area around him; hearing footsteps, vocal sounds, and running water. Surely, hot water had to be a problem here, considering all the residents.. There had been an occasion where he went to bathe and was immediately swamped in freezing cold rain. If one wanted to get a nice shower, you have to be the early bird and get it while there was still some left. Hygiene was still important to a family that turned into animals, it was just more so to a select few. He wasn't one of them, but he liked to scrub his skin close-to-raw on occasion. Not just to get clean, but with hopes that maybe he could scrub the scars away.. like shedding. Wasn't it incredulous?
A mouse that wanted to shed its skin, spread its wings, enter a body to better accommodate itself.
Yes, yes.

Absolutely.

But moving back onto the terms of showering, it was probably best to grow accustomed to cold water.. in a way, it was better after all. Hot water, while at the right level of heat, could be relaxing to the muscles especially after a long day, stripped the hair of moisture and caused damage. At least when it was used chilled, it would leave the moisture in and leave the hair with more sheen. Though Naph didn't care much for his hair, only that it was healthy, he became used to cold showers just so that he wasn't one of those that was terribly upset when the water was the temperature he expected it to be. Flexibility was a virtue, after all. Though you had to stand your ground in some certain points. One must not bend so much as to become too pliable.

His attention fluttered back to reality as he heard steps growing close to the kitchen, too close. They had to be coming here. He and Misou both turned their heads as, bada-bing, bada-boom, Yukio walks in. Perfect right? As the male was pondering the effect of water on hair.. and those he cared for it. Naph liked Yukio's long hair; he thought it was prettier than any girl's. He was one of the few guys who could pull the look off without it looking grungy or ratty. He liked that also. Naph supposed that he was pretty close to the older male. He gave a bright smile back and made the bunny wave enthusiastically to him. "Good morning, Yukio." Sea green eyes watched as he went and got a glass of juice. He used to kind of get upset when he wouldn't eat anything that Suzu made, but then again, that was the cook's habit nowadays.

Kiss the cook!
Ha ha, just kidding.

"Yes, I think Suzu went.. along with some other people." He shrugged. "Some should be there already, though, because then someone would still be trying to get in, or maybe, by now, they've left." Those were the only plausible explanations he could come up with. It was possible that maybe the person was waiting patiently, or realized they were just lost.. They didn't get a lot of visitors anyways. It could very well just be a mistake. It wouldn't be the first time. In his jeans, hoodie, and all over street clothes, he pads over to get a plate. Once he has that, and a fork, Naph puts two pancakes and sits down at the table, starting to eat them. He offers a bite to Misou, who nods and appears to nibble on it.

They both freeze when the Dog walks in. Not exactly the person they wanted to see right now, but not someone who wasn't entirely welcome. They forced a smile, Misou a small wave, as he greets them. The slate blue haired male and his bunny eye Jun warily as he went to go get breakfast for himself, nervous. Would he ask about his pills? Of course he would. The older male looked out for him like a brother. He was the one, that if everybody else forgot or didn't care, that would check up on his state of health. You know, keep tabs of his pills and sleeping habits. Make sure that he ate. Those kinds of things. He was the one that would scold Naphiou if there were problems.
He didn't like getting scolded.
Thus, he tried to stay out of trouble as much as possible.

He and Misou kept their gazes down, though flickering up every once in a while as Jun started to eat. Then, the question they had both been dreading. His lithe frame tensed. Misou reminded him to say what he was supposed to; the truth. Sea green eyes rose, he took a deep breath. "I swear! I meant to take them, I mean, you know how much I hate getting talks.. " He started to stab a bit at the remaining pancake and a half. "I swear, Jun.. if I didn't misplace the bottle, I would have taken the pills and gone to sleep like I was supposed to.." He chewed on his lip. The nightmares were horrible, but if it was for his physical health, he had to deal with them... The sixteen year old hoped that the other would understand.

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"At the s o u n d of a gun,

The m o u s e started to run...

Һ i c k o r y d i c k o r y d o c k. " ¤ ♥ ¤

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[40seven]

They tell me I can blow
To the far side of town
Where it's pointless to be high
'Cause it's such a long way down

Yukio nodded slightly at Naph’s response. If that’s how it was, he didn’t need to do anything about it. The last drops of juice quickly disappeared down his throat and he opened the the fridge and re-filled his glass. Oh, wow! Two glasses of juice! Breakfast wasn’t something Yukio enjoyed that much. Suzu always made wonderful food, but Yukio had never been the person who can eat lot in the mornings. As he took his first sip from his second glass of juice he heard footsteps, and then another of the Sohma males entered the room. It was Jun, the dog. Morning, Jun-Kun Yukio responded politely to the younger male.

Yes, younger. Most of the other Zodiacs were under their twenties. It was only, he, Suzu, Midori and Carmen that was older. At least that was what he thought. He wasn’t really sure. Yukio had never really been that overly interested in the other Sohma’s ages.Yukio stood still leaning at the counter as Jun took his breakfast and sat down with Naphiou. Then Jun asked abound Naphious pills. Yukio stood silently following their conversation. They had such a nice relationship. Jun always took care of Naphiou. It was so sweet and almost placed a smile on Yukio’s face.

Yukio knew that he could never be that kind of person. Taking care of someone, listening to their problems. No, that wasn’t who he was. There were those who was like that. People who really could take care of someone. A person who was fully trusted and o whom everyone went when they had some problems and wanted to… be comforted. Yukio certainly wasn’t one of them. To tell the truth Yukio had always been rather uncomfortable with talking about feelings and problems. It didn’t matter if someone else told him about how they felt or if it was Yukio talking about his won feelings. It was just something he couldn’t do.

So, instead he was that happy fun friend. If you are sad about something you first talk with your caring friend who will listen to you and make you feel better. Then to make sure you truly forget it all you visit Yukio and go out to have some fun. Of course without telling him that something is wrong. That’s the way it always have been, and Yukio doubts that it will ever change. He doesn’t want it to change. Talking about feelings = no. And it would always be like that. But it didn’t mean that he didn’t care. At least not when it came to his cousins. Yukio was very happy if he made them happy and he didn’t want them to be sad in any way.

Yukio finished his glass of juice and decided that it might be time to retreat. Jun and Naphiou might get into some arguing. Or a discussion full of feelings. Yukio didn’t want to interrupt. He put away the glass and turned around. As he passed by the table he gave Naphiou a bright smile. Then he took another step. The foot that was clad in a neon pink sock hit the leg of a chair. Yukio winced as a throbbing paint was felt in his big toe. Then his knee proceeded to hit the chair so that it moved in the way for the other foot which was just about to be put down to the floor. Yukio let out a surprised cry as he fell to the floor.

He landed with a thud and the chair fell over his legs. He was not surprised. He had fallen on that chair before. As he always used to say, the needed to move the table just a little bit. Yukio blinked a few times with his eye that now stared straight up at the ceiling. Then reached for the back of his head. It would be no surprise to him if he got a bump after this. Oops…He said with a small laugh before slowly sitting up. He felt a little dizzy and he started to move away the chair from his legs so that he could get up and away from his embarrassing state on the floor.

And I'd rather play here
With all the madmen
For I'm quite content
They're all as sane as me

[xx.Kiid.Raiinbow.xx]

♪__"If you were falling, then I would catch you."__♪

➽ Chikaoko Sohma
Monkey see monkey do monkey get a huggle too.

Oh? What's this? The door to wonders and enchantment had already been open? Or perhaps...it had always been open and yet nobody took the time to look! Or could it be that the person behind the door hadn't bothered to walk through the opened door...Either way, they had made themselves known, and by far the child had gotten much more curious as he examed the girl who had seemed to appear out of thin air. By now, the young boy had perched himself atop yet another tree branch like the little monkey he was, sitting patiently and almost lazily atop it all the while watching with great amusement as to what took place just a few feet beyond and below him. Tilting his head, Chikaoko eagerly waited for a much clearer view, had the boy even taken the time to get down and join Suzaku in the welcoming, he would have seen the face clearly. Then again...This was Chikaoko, and the boy never really did like to do things easily. Thus, with a soft giggle and a lazy almost nonexistant grin, he jumped down the branch with an endearingly passive expression. With a soft hum, he noticed that a leaf had twiddled it's way, fallen onto his hair. Gently plucking the nuisance, he twirled it about between forefinger and thumb, licking his lips before turning around. A set determined face now taking place...well, moreso a grim line of what seemed to be determination. His eyes never did play the part of windows to his soul.

"Maa maa~ Perhaps the other darlings would like to hear of this~ I shall be their little birdie and deliver it, yes yes.", he would chide simply to himself. There was never a dull moment with the boy, even when he was alone. Taking large steps, he let his foot daintily tap onto each set of stones which made a clear path. Why so many of his cousins lived in the same area was beyond him, though he figured it could have been the fact that he was still a child, and living with his family was a normal thing at his age. Aah...Did that mean he would live with them when he got older? Whatever the reason, Chikaoko didn't dwell too much on the question for too long, much interested in the bluenette of a beauty which seemed to grace her presence through their door. Why such a beauty was in a chaotic world as the Estate made the boy question their purpose even more, and he hummed most humorously to himself. "Nyan nyan! Perhaps my tail has been pulled for the clouds say nothing of water in the land of dirt! Nyan nyan!" By now, his pace was bringing him a lot closer to the housings of his cousin than he intended. Not complaining, Chikaoko simply quickened his pace and smile an awkward smile before finding himself at the door of the house. Giggling with great amusement he lifted his small hands, fisted them, and knocked gently on the door with an almost melodious tune.

"Eeeeh? Jun-niiii, Yukio-niiiiii, Naph-niiiiiii~~ HALLLOO?", his voice wasn't that loud, it had hardly escalated in volume at all, though he knew that his cousins had fairly sensitive hearing...Or that the house was extremely quiet at this time. Smiling, he waited patiently, feeling his smile drop every few seconds as a yet again passive and bored look overcame his face. Inside his mind however, it was bouncing with thoughts and excitement. The new girl! Who was she? What is going to happen now? He knew that his clouds had spoken so wonderfully with him, why, they were fluffy little envelopes just waiting to be opened and read! He couldn't contain his excitement any longer; thus the boy did what he always did when he was excited.

He shifted his weight.

Yes, the boy moved his weight from one leg to another. Eyes blank, lips pulled into a set line, and his posture straight. Well, bent slightly, but nobody ever stood straight nowadays.

Inhaling softly, exhaling softly, the boy was a perfect statue. Well, despite the fragmented shifting of weights every now and then, and the slight drumming of his finger against thigh; yes, Chikaoko was the perfect little statue.

Had it been mentioned earlier that he was barefooted?

The child wiggled his toes freely, somewhat enjoying the roughness of the wooden porch. It hadn't ocurred to the boy that he was hungry, thus the soft wafting smell of breakfast that seemed to diffuse from the inside of the house onto the porch where he stood made him remember his hunger. Pursing his lips slightly, the boy knocked softly once more; though not out of excitement to tell the news; oh no. It was moreso the fact that he wanted to eat their breakfast as well.

As intelligent and witty as the child was; he lost his thought in the midst of hunger.

"How silly of me to leave on an empty stomach. Why it feels as if the world has just drained my energy and taken it all for safe keeping~ Oh drats, perhaps I may be able to fill my empty tummy within the dwellings of the other Zodiacs. Aa~ If they say no, I may just do so anyways~" He talked to keep himself company, still twirling the leaf between small fingers. Chikaoko never really was the talkative bunch, often enjoying to throw in his two cents every now and then, but because of the sudden and mysterious arrival, he couldn't stop his mouth! It didn't anger the boy, nor did annoy him, it simply made him much more giddier. Why! He felt very expressive! He wanted to smile, giggle, grin and pout all at the same time.

Sadly, he couldn't.

Thus, he stared.

Stared and shifted his weight.

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