Yu Yu Hakusho | {lit!} | Worlds Collide | {open/accepting!}

[Uchiha Itachi Jr]

Yusuke nodded at her response and then said. "I feel something different about this portal though...I mean you need a pass to get to and from human world if your level B or higher so unless he has a pass then that means something is wrong with the barrier." He mentioned having this knowledge from when Botan and Koenma told him themselves. "If I remember correctly the little baby said something about demons getting through the portal..." He mentioned trying to remember more before he left the building. "He said the barrier was somehow brought down and he wanted us to investigate if I remember correctly."

[furuhoshi]

Yukina
Those tears fell, and saying nothing, I raised my head.
I can’t escape this timidity of mine.

A chilling breeze brushed lazily against the young woman’s shoulders as she proceeded towards her destination. Those passing by her who had also been licked by the gentle wind shivered and pulled their coats tightly around their forms, but it hardly registered in her mind that the temperature had lowered during the progression of the afternoon. For almost the first ten years of her life, the girl had resided in an area of Makai where the temperatures tended to plummet far below what any normal human could tolerate, but that was in a distant time – one she wished not to ever have to revisit. Shrugging away the discomfort that always accompanied thoughts of her homeland, she absently allowed herself to become absorbed in the sound of her light blue slip-on shoes rhythmically patting against the street. Her steps were not rushed in the way that the students who had just been released from many schools in the area appeared to be; she walked at a leisurely pace, skillfully avoiding the on slot of rambunctious teenagers – some (of the male variety) who stopped to ogle the pretty maiden, but she didn’t notice. In fact, it was only when she passed a park that she became distracted from her agenda – meeting Keiko to shop for supplies for her family’s restaurant. Though the business was run by the Yukimura family, she had taken a part time job there to assist with the Kuwabaras’ bills now that she was living in their home. Initially, Kazuma had seemed permanently opposed to the idea, but after some violent persuasion from his sister, he relented, and offered her his support. The girl’s lips twitched as she tried to suppress her laughter; Shizuru had always been able to convince her brother the other option was better whenever he chose to be obstinate.

Little voices from a nearby playground summoned the girl from her slight daydream as exclamations of “Onnechan!” met her ears. Turning her head in the general direction, she could already see one of the tiny girls dashing toward her with arms open to catch her in an embrace. Powerless when facing the local children who had come to adore her, Yukina stood motionless until the child was close enough to capture in a hug. The reunion between the two was very sweet – passers-by commented to one another about how it was nice to see a strong relationship between sisters, though it was blatantly obvious these two girls were not related. The child’s appearance wasn’t anything unusual; her hair and eyes were dark, and her skin was lightly tanned from playing outside so often. Her face wore a rosy tint proving she was healthy, and also thrilled to be in her “big sister”’s company. The older girl looked like something out of an anime series; her mid-back-length tresses were turquoise, and her eyes were of a scarlet hue, leading people to believe she colored her hair and wore contact lenses. She would not correct them, although the first time someone had asked her if she was cosplaying, she made it a point to learn what “cosplaying” meant so that she could properly answer the question if it was presented to her again.

”Oneechan, will you play with us today?” the little girl inquired, sliding from Yukina’s embrace to look up into her face. Lightly shaking her head, Yukina frowned to show the child she was just as disappointed with the current circumstances. However, the pout remained on the little girl’s face, and her eyes seemed to be pleading for an explanation. This, the koorime was more than happy to provide since she did not feel it was proper to turn a child away without satiating their curiosity as long as the situation was appropriate.

”I’m sorry, but Onnechan needs to work today; I need to buy food so the nice people who visit the restaurant can eat." Her voice was gentle as she relayed the information to her small friend, who thankfully, understood the reason, and once more latched on to Yukina.

”Okay, but you’ll play with us soon.” It was not delivered as an inquiry, but displayed as a statement – an order that under even the most dire of circumstances must be obeyed. Yukina nodded, and that was enough of a response to satisfy the little girl as she released her hold on the ice maiden and ran off to share the good news with her friends.

Yukina couldn’t prevent the melodic laughter that slipped passed her lips and filled the air around her. There was little left to do except go and finally meet up with Keiko. She only hoped that her friend wouldn’t be angry with her; she already knew how the high school girl was always forced to wait for Yuusuke, and the last thing Yukina wanted to do was add to her stress. However, the park was a short distance from the school, so her feet quickly found the proper path, and in a matter of minutes she was approaching the gates. The campus looked barren; only a few students remained scattered on its grounds. It would make finding Keiko easier, but she couldn’t help but wonder how long it had been since the bell chimed to announce the end of the school day.

”Good afternoon, Keiko-san, I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.” she greeted when she at last located the girl. Keiko had been gazing up at the sky with a vague expression in her eyes, and the koorime was suddenly reminded of the Dark Tournament finals. ”Keiko-san, are you alright?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

The wind stops along the paved road, and alone, it hurt me.
But every time I think of your smile, it changes my heart.

((Sorry, my post isn't quite pretty yet, but I'll eventually figure out something.))

[i B 3 L I 3 V 3]

τhrow on your brakє ℓighτs; wє'rє in the ciτy of wondєr
αin'τ gonna play nicє. waτch ouτ, you mighτ jusτ go undєr.
вєττєr τhink τwicє, your τrain of τhoughτ will be aℓτєrєd.
so if you musτ fauℓτєr bє wisє.
your mind is in disτurbia.

XXXXXXXXXXX αm i scαring you tonight?

Oh to think the King had hand picked her for this mission!~

Yes, yes. This could make or break her rise to S class, she just new it. The fire demon was so close, she could almost taste the glory of being one of the most feared, the most dangerous; those who did not die without a name. Of course, she'd die with a name; after all she'd done! Well, perhaps not...not yet at least. After this however, oh, she'd have a name. And a good one at that. Then, oh then she could gloat and flaunt and there would be no one to stop her. Because she would be a Goddess amongst the minds of those bellow her.

A fuccking G O D D E S S. She deserved nothing less after all.

The pale skinned woman took to the tree tops with ease, her footing as sure as her ego, carefully placed, expanded when needed. And like her mind, determination and short temper; her footing would not let her fall. Some said it was bad, the way she thought and spoke and generally, went about her life. But they knew nothing, over a thousand years of existence and she had yet to faulter in her actions. Yes, her beloved King Raizen had made a marvelous choice with a spy. This plan would carry out nicely.

Her outfit was nothing to brag about. A simple dark red tank top and black pants. She wasn't one for ostentatious appearal. It just made her job more difficult by ten fold. It made her a bit uneasy to know she'd be working under her King descised as Yusuke's teammate. Now there wasn't a doubt in her mind that she could take on Yusuke and leave him crying for his mother. But there were others loyal to him; like Kurama and Hiei. Oh, and that dolt...what was his name? Oh, who cared anyways.

He obviously wans't important.

She paused as a brief clearing broke her, and the sight of a skinny man staring up at the sky.

An atractive man.

She slid to a halt while in the shadow of the brush before stepping out as casually as possible. She seemed to smile when she saw him. A sweet smile with a devious undertone. It could have been 'foxish', if it wasn't for the fact it meant more harm then a foxes grin ever could. "Oh why, hello there!~" She was still chipper from Raizen's placement, but she wouldn't say that aloud. "May I ask where your off to?Perhaps we're heading the same way."

Her tone was not timid, but blunt. As if she was urging him to choose the same direction. The more people she could get closer to, the more information she could suck from the veins of this opperation. Her walk was slow and steady as she approached him, her hands tucked in her pockets, head cocked ever so slightly. She supressed a large portion of her aura, in case it was radiating a bit more then needed. Now, she didn't want to make it obvious where she was going and to whom, just in case.


[[ooc; she's speaking to Hiroyuki Nomora, just to be sure. But feel free to toss anyone into the conversation xD]]

|| disturbiα ;;

[i B 3 L I 3 V 3]

____kєιkoyukιmuяα ;;

The sky made her feel lifeless, as if everything were ending. It almost gave her the empty sensation like it had during the Dark Tournament. That alone shook her, because there was nothing about that competition that Keiko cared to remember. It was merely organized destruction; chaos with a fancy title, chained up, ready to let loose. She let her bag dwindle at her finger tips, the smooth leather bumping against her upper thigh. She couldn't feel it through her sailor skirt of course...

A timid voice caught her attention, and her head tilted down. Ah a face she knew, what a wonderful thing to see at such a time of emptiness. "Oh Yukina, I didn't notice you coming." She greeted the ice apparition with a friendly, delicate smile. What words could one exchange on such a dreadful day? There was no weather to smile upon, no sun to enjoy; just grey clouded skies and an ominus, uneasy feeling. Her fingers forced the bag in her grasp to sway ever so lightly, as if an imaginary breeze had caught it.

"Tell me, have you seen Yusuke anywhere? He missed school." Her voice was curious with a hint of hope. If Yusuke was around town, then she could easily hunt him down and scold him for being so lazy. But if not, that meant he was off doing something dangerous. The thick headed boy never told her anything about where he was going. If he was trying not to worry her, he was doing a horrible job, because not informing her only worried her more.

»mιss ιиdєpєиdєит «

[God of Fluffy Unicorns]

Kurαmα---
you mαy τhink I'm crαzy...

Kurama stared up at the bleak sky. His emerald eyes seemed to soften as he did so. He shook his head slowly and continued on his path. He checked his watch. Keiko should be out of school by now. He had been forced by a huffy and flustered Botan to track down the brunette before heading off to the Makai. "Tell her where Yusuke is, knowing him, he would have been so eager to fight he will have forgotten all about her." Or something to that affect.

"I can't believe I'm running errands for that little brat in Reikai. It's bad enough that I work for him"


"Sshh, Youko. Don't be rude. It's not a big deal. Besides we promised Botan."

The redhead just huffed as the two argued. It happened all the time, he was used to it. It was hard being the middleman for the voices in your head. He scanned around again and luckily spotted the girl. She was talking with Yukina, which didn't surprise him one bit. Nothing really surprised him anymore.
Calmly he walked over to her. He had never really talked to her much but he knew just how important she was to Yusuke. He tapped her on the shoulder.

...αnd you'rє probαbℓy righτ

[i B 3 L I 3 V 3]

____kєιkoyukιmuяα ;;

She was just about to question the ice maiden further when there was a light tap on her shoulder. It wasn't much through the fabric of her uniform, but she noticed it. She smiled a Yukina and turned around, taking a step back to slip just beside the cyan haired apparition. It was simply a precaution to move away from those who wanted her attention these days; after all, with all the past events, any precaution at all seemed fine. Her deep brown eyes traveled up to meet a pair of emerald optics.

Kurama?

"Oh, hello Kurama." She remarked, smiling. It seemed everyone who held a remote link to Yusuke was around, but hadn't the slightest clue as to where he was. It made Keiko angry that Yusuke was so careless, and more importantly, that he left it up to others to clue her in as to where he was and what was happening. It shouldn't have been their responsibility, and yet it was. Keiko wished Yusuke would grow up a bit more.

He had made such progress, but it seemed as though recently, he'd taken a step back and sunk back down into the days were he only took responsibility for some of the things he did. Keiko sighed inwardly, maybe it was better he didn't grow up fully, then he wouldn't be worrying all the time...

like her.

"Tell me Kurama, do you know where Yusuke is? He missed school again today." She asked, tilting her head ever so slightly to the right side.

»mιss ιиdєpєиdєит «

[God of Fluffy Unicorns]

Kurαmα---
you mαy τhink I'm crαzy...

A sad smile crossed his lips. "Something has come up. We were all needed for the job, so Yusuke had to leave quickly." He sighed and looked at his watch. "Don't worry though, it's nothing to big, we should be done in no time. Botan said she'd keep you informed." The first part was a lie. Everything Koenma sent them on was dangerous, but maybe it would help her...
He had to be at the portal very soon. Yusuke was most likely there. He didn't understand why the boy didn't tell Keiko but maybe it was not to worry her?
"Anyhow I have to be going." He quickly turned on his heel and left, almost rushing to his house. Youko whimpered with anticipation.
"we're going home..."
Kurama rolled his eyes.
"You were just there a while ago, stop being all mushy."
That earned a chuckle from Shuichi. Though he could tell his human side was anxious for an entirely different reason.
he fed his mother a quick lie about a school field trip and felt guilty about it afterwards. One of the downfalls to being human.

...αnd you'rє probαbℓy righτ

[Neomi789]

Hiroyuki Nomora

Hiro turned around to see a girl standing there. A much shorter girl—but then again, he’d always thought of himself as freakishly tall, so he had no way of telling whether she was normal height or just plain short—with tattoos coating her entire body. Eh. How strange. Personally, he didn’t have anything against body art. In his other form—the one he couldn’t access anymore due to complications—he’d had one or two tattoos. His current human body had none. But really, seeing so many on one person, he was quite shocked and at a loss for what to think. Perhaps he really was turning into an old man. Kids these days.

But this wasn’t a kid. It was easy to tell just by looking at her. This was a demon, perhaps a demon even older than he was. And that was saying something. And an older demon generally meant an experienced demon. Just how strong was this girl? He was dying to know. Hiro’s eyes glinted maliciously, looking her over as if to gauge just how much ability she had. He vaguely wondered if they were on the same side. Really, it didn’t matter. He worked for the good guys as of now, but to be honest he couldn’t have cared less who took home the prize at the end of the day. But don’t tell Koenma that. But if they weren’t on the same side, they’d get to fight. That would be either a good, or bad thing depending on how strong she was. Not that he could tell. She was masking her power level.

Smart girl.

He thought he saw a little of himself in her.

Or his former self, at least.

Sadly, he didn’t have to mask his aura much. He wasn’t what he used to be. In his current state, most of his powers had been either lost or were beyond his realm of use until he figured out how to reclaim them. Which was bound to be a while. So in the mean time, he’d be forced to remain a sad little ‘C’ class demon. A demon temporarily unable to even access demon form due to restraints on his power level. Sigh. He wasn’t going to be able to get used to being a weakling. But at least it had the side effect of masking his identity from Koenma. Ah well, he’d always figured that a sharp mind was more important than power level. Even if he wasn’t capable of punching out foes in this state, he had a feeling he could think circles around them. Perhaps that was overconfidence speaking, but he wasn’t willing to believe anything else until somebody proved him wrong.

And that was unlikely.

Anyway, this girl went on to speak. She did so with a wry little smile that reminded his something of a fox, but also something of a more dangerous creature. Maybe a piranha. Was this girl a piranha demon? Not likely. Looking at her was setting off an alarm in his head. She was probably a fire demon. Ick. He hated fire demons. Plants weren’t that much help against them. Part of him wondered what she meant by that smile. She wasn’t flirting, was she? If so, that would no doubt be awkward later.

Hiro suppressed the urge to start laughing at the thought, but was unable to keep himself from smiling back at her.

“I’m not entirely sure where I’m headed.” He admitted. He’d play her game. For now, at least. It might be fun. And he’d been bored for far too long.
“So I suppose we may in fact be going in the same direction.”

[furuhoshi]

雪菜

こぼれ落ちた涙 何も言わず顔を上げた
臆病な 私から 逃げないように

Relief fluttered in the petite maiden’s chest when Keiko had lowered her eyes from the spacious sky, and addressed her. The voice was friendly as per usual, but the concern in her tone was evident, and there wasn’t any reason to suggest she should be anything else but worried. Kazuma had explained once to Yukina that Yuusuke and Keiko had been friends since nursery school, and had it not been for the brunette’s maturity, the Reikai Tantei would have likely fallen down a rather sinister path. It seemed, to the young koorime, Keiko must also be aware of the consequences their meeting negated, which would further strengthen her apprehension toward the Spirit Realm affairs. Regrettably, the ice maiden had not brought news of Yuusuke’s whereabouts, and was preparing to say as much when something, rather, someone called for Keiko’s attention. Her scarlet-hued eyes followed the teen girl’s movement, and in seconds she beheld Kurama standing among them, wearing his customary serenity.

Before he and Keiko began to exchange words, she bowed to him – providing a silent greeting so as not to verbally distract him from his current task. Clearly, he had traveled out that way to specifically seek the girl; being a member of the spirit detective team, the redhead would no doubt possess knowledge of Yuusuke’s location. For Keiko, that information must have been a bittersweet comfort; she finally knew where he was, but at the cost of learning his life was likely in danger. Missions from Reikai were never walks in the park; there was always an obvious risk to be had when the finest were assigned a job. Even Kazuma was needed on that mission, and it was hardly acceptable to send humans into that toxic world unless the stakes were high. Casting her eyes toward the ground, she seized the light blue material of her knee-length summer dress – absently rubbing the cotton between her index finger and thumb. And, it wasn’t just Kazuma she was worried about, but anyone who became involved in this line of work could become a casualty. It was during those moments when she thought on the details that she wished she was as naïve as others perceived her to be.

Another chilling breeze swept over the area, but this time, in tuned to her surroundings, Yukina couldn’t resist the urge to tremble as it made contact with her exposed skin. However, it wasn’t the frigidity of the wind that prompted her to shiver, but the ominous way it manifested itself – as if summoning forth an eerie sense of foreboding. Eyes still focused on the dirt, the koorime barely realized Kurama had left until his floral scent and familiar ki suddenly became noticeably absent. Peeking up at Keiko, Yukina could discern little had changed about the girl’s demeanor; it could easily be said that she was even more stricken with fear than she was before Kurama’s arrival. It was sad, but Yukina could offer nothing in the way of alleviation to sooth her friend’s distress.

”Keiko-san, what would you like to do?” Yukina asked. Her question was not directly referencing their afternoon chores for the diner, but was inquiring what it was Keiko wished to do now that circumstances had taken a turn for the worst. Yukina was not an outspoken individual like Botan, nor was she skilled at taking charge of a situation the way Shizuru always could. Between the two girls, Keiko was the one who knew how to rationalize her way through a problem, and it wasn’t fair to lay the weight of the burden on her shoulders. However, Yukina had limited options; they could either: go about their daily activities, find Shizuru, or flee to Genkai’s temple where protection could be given and they could offer their assistance to the injured. All three seemed to be obtainable, but the maiden was hesitant to make the suggestions; she wanted to do what was best for Keiko, and only Keiko could make that decision. ”…I can take you home so you can recover from the news.” Had Keiko requested it, Yukina would have taken her to Makai to be at Yuusuke’s side if the danger wasn’t so prominent, but that was an impossible wish to grant, and she could never bring her friend to meet harm.

風が止まる舗道 ひとりきりで傷付いてた
ほほ笑みを 思うたび 胸がいたくなる

[Sila-chan]

¤.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.• 「s ι ℓ α」•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.¤

αsнєs тσ αsнєs

＆
∂υsт тσ ∂υsт´¯`•»｡

Koenma's instructions really weren't clear, like always...Guess I'll just have to sit out and see if any of the other guys run by...I can tell that at least Kurama and Yukina aren't too far, but I 'unno about the others.thought a short navy haired girl, who was lazily resting against the trunk of a fairly large tree. Every so often she would open her eyes, allowing her to see when the red headed kitsune quickly ran past her- obviously in some sort of hurry.
With a lazy smile she stood up, bending over to retrieve her sword before securing it to her side. Stretching quickly, she chuckled a bit and sped off in pursuit of Kurama. The wind was pleasantly cool on her face- warm by the sun peering through the clouds and tree branches up above. To Sila, it was a nice day, but not so much to others. She always loved the weather here- compared to the human world, anyway. The overcast clouds, crisp air and slight breeze made the perfect combination for this chick. The trees blew just hard enough to send her bangs into her face when she was standing still- now that she was running all of her hair would've been in her face if not for the hair tie she had pulled it in. With clouds hanging overcast in the sky, the sun was unable to burn through her eyes or cloud her vision, making for an even happier day.
Continuing her chase through the woods and dodging trees, Sila never let her focus point waiver from sight- up ahead and several meters away Kurama continued, possibly oblivious to his chaser. At least that's what she hoped- sneaking up on people was fun when you could easily run quick and stealthy like a fox, but sneaking up on another kitsune proved to be entertaining to a larger degree- partially because it was difficult to succeed before he heard you, sensed your spirit energy, or even caught your scent. Sila was all too aware of those conditions though, and had taken measures to hide her own scent and energy- including running downwind, which gave her her best chance for surprise. Of course, she also needed to ask him about Koenma's last frantic message, but for now she just wanted to surprise the kitsune and have a bit of fun.

sтιcкs＆sтσηєs ωιℓℓ вяєαк му вσηєs

ηαмєs нαvє αℓωαуs нαямє∂ мє

[Sygl]

ι gστ α cℓσsєτ fιℓℓєd up τσ τнє bяιм;____________________________
Wιτн τнє gнσsτs σf [ м y p α s τ ] αηd τнє [skє]-[ℓє]-[τσηs]...

...what? Wasn't this Yusuke Urameshi person supposed to be the ringleader of this little circus? There was something about him that screamed - I'm the idiot that would believe and be liked by Koemna! Perhaps it was that whiff of humanity about him, that odd, sweet scent that sent Arius's stomach rolling if he didn't control his senses. Some demons ate humans - but that definitely excluded Belarius. Nose curled in slight disgust as the jacket of Yusuke Urameshi was loosened, immodestly showing that undershirt and muscles beneath. How... crude.

Best to play along for the while, though. With the softest shrug, the dragon demon responded, "I was given a pass by the Toddler, though the defenses seemed much less... strict than they have been. Oh, dear, has the Spirit World become lax on these matters? How scandalous..."

And then the girl was speaking -- oh, ho, her name was Yuuko, eh? Hmm. She seemed like a cocky little girl to the age old Arius, but who was he to judge? The lovely horns appeared atop her head, grabbing appreciative dark eyes. Showing off, was she? The slightest inclination of his head was his response, along with the soft, tempting words, "Do you truly believe you could... as you so crudely put it, shred me? Ahh, you're invited to try... dear." Head titled slightly to the side, eyes half lowered provokingly. Two could play that game. Ha. That would put her in her place. Who did she think she was, anyway? This Yuuko girl would have to be kept under watch, of that Arius was certain. How devious! The dragon demon lowered his aura willfully, furthering his low-demon aura; tempting an attack. Of course, it was impossible to fully mask it, but lessening it was a surefire way to appear a weakling, though the two others had seen him at his normal, reduced aura, which tended to border High C Low B. If Yuuko was tempted into an attack... that would be so much fun!

"Eitherhow, I do not care what the Toddler has in store, or what he has done. It is not my business, these political battles."

------- »[■□■]« -------

[Uchiha Itachi Jr]

Yusuke looked the demon and then nodded in agreement. He then stared off into space sensing something was wrong. Ever so often Keiko would come up in his mind and he didn't know what he would do without her. He then heard them arguing in some twisted sense and almost about to fight and Yusuke quickly got in the middle. "Stop were suppose to work together and if your going to fight anyone fight me!" He raised his voice and then stood in the way.

[i B 3 L I 3 V 3]

τhrow on your brakє ℓighτs; wє'rє in the ciτy of wondєr
αin'τ gonna play nicє. waτch ouτ, you mighτ jusτ go undєr.
вєττєr τhink τwicє, your τrain of τhoughτ will be aℓτєrєd.
so if you musτ fauℓτєr bє wisє.
your mind is in disτurbia.

XXXXXXXXXXX αm i scαring you tonight?

Kukukukuku~

Ai grinned slightly and stepped forward, her steps -despite her appearence- were quite light. "That depends are you working for Koenma too?" She asked, careful to limit her steps. Often times she circled the people she spoke to, because she usually had to intimidate them in one way or another. She just had to remember; everyone was on the same team her. Or so, they had to think that. She couldn't help but laugh inwardly. Oh yes, this would be sooo much fun.

She figured she was already going to hell, so why waste time trying to be pure?

She let her fingers brush her long, black hair back, sweeping it up and away from her bright red hues. Beneath the sea of bangs lay the end of her facial stars. Five to be exact. Her fingers seemed rather delicate, though the underside was no longer smoothed, but slightly rough from years of fighting. She didn't mind it however, because just like a scar, it reminded her of past triumphs.

... and sometimes, defeats, but that was a rare thing to come by.

"In any case, no need to be late, even if it is fashionably." She remarked casually, smiling grimly. Oh no, no need to waste any time gathering that oh so precious information. Who knows what could already have leaked! Her mind grew anxious at the thought, curiousity tagging right behind. Perhaps they weren't all met? Oh, she did hope so, after all, she didn't want to miss a drop.

A single, precious, deadly drop.

Because hey, when you were playing two sides, every bit counted.

|| disturbiα ;;

[God of Fluffy Unicorns]

Kurαmα---
you mαy τhink I'm crαzy...

He raised a cautious eyebrow. Someone had been following him. However, they didn't seem to attack him yet, even though they easily could. Good chance they weren't a threat, but Kurama could never be to careful. Once he entered the forest, which he was instructed to go to by Koenma, he stopped."I've had enough of this stalking game. Show your face." He said firmly.




"Tear them apart...." Youko growled in his ear.
Shuichi was about to give a whimper of protest when Kurama drew his rose out of his hair. He was ready just in case.

...αnd you'rє probαbℓy righτ

[Sila-chan]

¤.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.• 「s ι ℓ α」•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.¤

αsнєs тσ αsнєs

＆
∂υsт тσ ∂υsт´¯`•»｡

Stopping in mid-step at the sound of his voice, Sila stood completely still merely a couple meters behind Kurama and pouted. Then with a chuckle, she raised her hands to put them behind her head and flashed an innocent grin. "So uptight, Kurama. Haven't you learned the sound of my footsteps yet? You know as well as I do that I tread lighter than most other demons," she laughed, walking forward a couple steps closer and smiling brightly. Running her small fingers through her hair lightly, she closed her eyes half-way and peered at him through the cracks of her eyelids.
"Put the rose away, it's only me, Sila." with that, she lowered the boundary she had set up around her aura just enough so it was at a recognizable level, and stepped into the wind and straight into his line of vision- the brilliant smile never leaving her paled face. Her words were true- she did tread on the ground with lighter footsteps than most demons. It was more or less a habit for her now, but ever since she slipped and landed stuck in a hole one day, she forever since walked (or ran) much more carefully on the ground, barely letting her feet touch the ground before she had raised it again. It had been a couple months since she had last seen everyone, and now she was beginning to realize the fun that she'd get to have messing with everyone.
Slowly and carefully Sila walked a bit closer, until the gap between her and Kurama was one of just a few feet, rather than a few yards.
"You didn't even let me have my fun. Darn. Guess you win this time yet again. Kurama 2, Sila 0."

sтιcкs＆sтσηєs ωιℓℓ вяєαк му вσηєs

ηαмєs нαvє αℓωαуs нαямє∂ мє