Watashi mo ai dekimasu + Posting, One, Two, Three +

[Jamainme]

"If all of the stars fell,

Making a wish would seem so pointless,

There's no need for false dreams because,

You've already got me,"

"Kill sweetly,

Love doesn't fall from trees,

Hearts flutter not like souls,

We're all unrealistic secrets,"

"Poisoned whispers are sweet to the ear,

Dire crys make people blurt blasphemy,

Contemplating lush revenge,

Quiet sleepers no longer stay awake because it's over,"

--- . . . starting from where it ended long ago.

Bright, seeable mornings had woken those up to every occasion of the day. Other little pieces of light fell down into the broken blinds, climbing down unto the sheets that lied neatly on the bed below the sun’s gaze. Looking upon it, there was no one within it. Going out of the stance and searching every other corner of the small room itself, there still seemed to be nothing but silence as the light peered down unto the carpet floor, catching naught but maybe some various loved shoes and folded clothes that sat about and inside a basket. Obviously, someone had been doing some washing while they were away. Let’s not forget the accorded dresser and vanity that were left in it as well with make-up resting on top of the counter in a set order along with other small accessories. There happened to be a closet, too, but it was closed to everything else as well; clothes hid well when tossed behind closed doors along with a box full of colorful and white socks. Unavoidable now was the opening that led to the outside of the room and into the hall.

Close to the room and down to the right, there was a bathroom but the steam had already settled, both towel and rag had been hung to dry by the rack that was immediately down to the left if one were to look that way after facing the mirror first where it hung above the white sink and silver placements. Lying on one side of the sink was the toothbrush, paste, floss, and a Dove soap bottle while on the other side were cotton balls, alcohol, cream and Q-tips. Some of these were necessities for everyday use. A black trashcan sat on the side, near the toilet that was not too far away from the bathtub that was covered by a black and paladin white curtain that had Japanese writing sewn on but that was just the decorative one; there was another one that their long gone parents had gotten when they were living in Germany. It was lovely on how it looked as the sentiment was easy to depict but the matter didn’t come as a problem to move on as staying in this kind of house drove off reprimanding media that wanted in and out of it.

The rest of the house would be known later as the window had been opened and closed upon exiting the place and the bushes were in a slight mess, obviously hiding something away but could that have been it? Maybe something or nothing at all. The morning was a warm welcoming to those just not coming out to the light itself. Ticking on like that of a clock, the chains pulled with all of its might to progress over small hills, crosswalk edges, streets, and straying winds of misperception. Once lost in the world due to becoming known as inexistent itself, there were not many that could succeed into the already made family that rose to the top then fell apart as soon as it had started. Clashed amongst betrayal, losing of the breathe, and ending what had been so right to all, people end up having second thoughts, growing anger, and lingering grudges that have yet to be removed from the first case of pandemonium. That, of all things, was hard enough to let go but has anyone left the battle as is? That’s an answer most would like to know.

Ah, the fresh air was like something not many could ever experience like this! The sun was smiling down on all the people that were beginning to move about for the day, the noon quickly approached the steps of society with raisins ready to fall from the two scoops in its hands. Okay, maybe that idea came from a cereal box but it was good to think about and what if raisins fell from the sky? Wouldn’t that be cool? Well, just maybe. That’s why dreams exist in this kind of waiflike universe. Colored in the ways no one even came to think about, the world would be changed by the voices of reasons, of local cords, notes, judgment and acknowledgeable existence. Their kind of land lived in the hearts of those for wishing it to never go away. Selfish may come to being the case but the situation never changed. Everyone, at some point, would reach an ultimate purpose once it has been located out of sheer luck and by the playing hands of fate. Quiet to face the day, not so many were all having the same fun as someone else.

'Falalalalala, that's what I think about now.'

Jestiff Von Kaulitz, the used to be lead singer of the band, Crash Plastic, was now returning to the old days of visiting the hospitals to see premature babies, sing at clubs, pubs, and any other places he could find, and restore an old life he had finally got back into but that now become obsolete due to where his new meeting place was. After leaving his house, an old dump that he can call home than crap, he found it better to save his real money and make more just to go to places he wanted to. Odd jobs and other screwy yet objective missions had been a great thing for him as people finally got to meet a real being who was in to more than just singing and thinking of himself. Jestiff couldn’t have felt any better about himself once he had found something else to coddle the nerves that were left upon raging shelves after what had happened to them before. Of course, everything was almost peachy keen as he kept in close contact with the one that had been hurt. Yeah, he’s that guy who got burnt.

Hair, as black as night and washed out of the dye that held such color in the strands, easily fluttered in the wind as the young yet old male rode his bicycle down the trail that showed up everyday and night, no matter where he went, obviously glowing the instance light had came upon it. He was glad to have something as significant as this. Something about it just made it seemed so easy to look over but hard to forget if it ever were to disappear from sight. Some know that the break up would be eventful but no one knew the truth except those lying within the band itself. Still, grudges lingered as if they were bats, ready to drink both blood and flesh from the oxygen filled traitors of the clan. Well, it wasn’t like it never was going to happen in one lifetime or another but why couldn’t it have been in another year or so once that stardom was reached. Jestiff had never felt so inspired in all of his little life to be a star with so much fandom to face with the rest of them but when it burst into a bunch of faltering pieces of glass, he just had to leave.

Foolish boy! Doltish male! Retarded homo loving, womanizing son of a b***h man whore! Who the hell does he think he is for running out like that on something that never even concerned him in the first place? Had his panties got into a bunch? Possibly, but what made him go overboard himself? Well, it’s because his friend was hurt. That best friend, attached to him like a puppet to the master, was loved then betrayed by the harpy that parsimoniously flirted with the other without giving any second thought what could happen but that wasn’t in the regimen during that time and once both had been caught in the act, it went downhill. This charade had to end and it was during the break-up of the group itself. Hell, Jestiff didn’t say even a word but kept his vicious thoughts to himself. Sides for the exes broke up, said their silent, glaring goodbyes, and left for the greater ignorance of what could have been but never happened anymore. There was something dealing with life and it made such a mess screwing up other people’s storyline.

Cover time; nicely clothed in a fitting black jacket that was zipped up underneath Jestiff’s slender collarbone, the lower layer of his body was coated in a black shirt that was invisible to the naked eye; a collar was tightly clicked around his neck with a skull resting down on the middle of it, showing out in the open that wasn’t covered up. Oh baby, now Jestiff has some class especially with rolling his sleeves up around his elbow; maybe having one, lovely looking band that some may be able to see in an alternate universe he doesn’t really need to know about. Comprehension on that would be too dense and deep for his brain. Tightened and buckled around his body was an obsidian, open hole stubbed belt that he liked having on most of the days when he went out. He had others but this was his favorite. Un-ripped jeans, deep sky blue, were placed over his legs and, of course, like the many others in the band and around the world, they just so happened to be the skinny pants and jeans that many wore in this age. His shoes? Can’t go wrong with some good Vans, dipped in black and etched with white designs and shoelace, right?

“I’m pissed; why fly all the way around to a place I’ve abandoned for lonely ambitions that I’d follow myself?” Was he being a bit too skeptical of himself now? Going back into the past seemed like the wrong thing to do but it was already too late as he was called back from his light and into another that was considered of being darkness itself, which tended to be rather a shame, really. “How long do you all think we stand against time and self-loving fate, eh? Much too far to know now.” Cranking the bike over another pathway and even closer to an ending death itself, Jestiff, the renewed lead singer, made everything become known to him before lying his bike on the side of the building, on a bike rack that he had been using before when they were coming to the old studio for rehearsal and whatnot. Chaining it close to the wall, he had to breathe first. This first meeting wasn’t going to be like the rest of them. Nope, this was different now. “This better not suck. . .” His entrance was halfway done now. Was he lucky for mistaking himself to be someone else that he wasn’t going to feel like being at the time?

It was just like before. Everything about the old studio haven’t changed at all in the past two years as he could navigate through it without any hassle at all. First, he took a chance by looking through all the rooms, seeing as how each one brought on a memory of them all being together but that was of no more until now. Was getting back together going to really be the thing they should do. Well, could he have said anything against it and his own? No, he couldn’t because he missed the feeling and emotional steps they took to even capture reality into their very hands. Being all by himself and starring for fame like any great singer would did never crossed his mind as Jestiff wanted to be normal for a bit so keeping a low profile helped a lot but now, it was time to come out of the closet and present himself as being a ghost no longer but a real entity that now existed again. No should really care for him because that was what he wanted. Simply, why make poor Jestiff go through interviews and the like, which had nothing to do with him anymore? It seemed like a stupid ordeal for him to go through in his lifetime.

'I'm not a idiot, darling.'

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What the hell was going on here!? From simply looking through the glass, attention paid to one of them that made strange moves on the inside of the closed room, the lead singer blinked a few times, wondering what he had been seeing before grabbing his balls, not literally, and making his walk into the room. This was where it happened and hopefully not how it’d end again. From his position, he watched the scene, catching unto the lips he could read before searching everyone else with his eyes. He was late. ‘God damn it, I’ll have to be faster next time around.’ Yeah, he could damn those errands he had to do earlier all he wanted to but it wasn’t going to change anything or how it came to be way past time for him reprimanding shields and wounds healed from past mistakes and ugly judgment. Walking about the room, eyes staring everyone down while not making a sound as of yet, he could see that everyone had kept their appeal alive and well. That was good but about the one lying on the floor, this definitely seemed like some of his business.

Did anyone want to run away now? Jestiff could have bet that there were a few that were more than ready to do so but it wasn’t going to happen. Not on his time when he didn’t need something stupid to happen at this point. Stepping one leg over the boy lying about, Jestiff hovered over him, giving his face some kind of direct eye contact while those other eyes ogled the ceiling above. “Why, hello hello.” He knew what was the deal then. Moving from being over the boy, he walked to the door but turned about face so that he was staring at the rest of them. “Two years. It’s been that long since we’ve even seen each others' faces. Right now, I was supposed to be looking at some crying eyes with hugs and kisses on the cheek galore but I required too much in one day.” A cocky smile rolled over those soft, pink lips of his then. “You all look like hell.”

Zealousness had gotten the better of him. If they hadn’t noticed two years ago, Jestiff was resented as the smartass who always, or almost always had something to say to anyone after making his entrance in the room. That was something in his nature that he just could not resist from doing. “Jo, Savannah, Kimi, Gabe, it’s great to see all of you. Hope you all can give me a hi in return.” It was time to face on the only left out of the phrase. “Dare, best buddy of mine, what the hell have you been doing, huh? You look completely bedazzled by absolutely nothing at all. Why'd you stop calling me back, eh?” Jestiff, a harsh person with much angst in the heart, mind, and soul, was feeling quite normal today as he titled his head from side to side, cracking his long neck a bit before running his elongated fingers, nails coated in black nail polish, through his hair, straightening out some parts of it before leaving it alone. If it had been a case, he also had a bit of eyeliner on. He felt daring today even with his looks.

Equal; one word had to be part of the team if they were going to be together once more. Crashing was what they didn’t need anymore. Over and over again, it had been one regret from another; medias get greedy when nothing comes through and they look for those mannequins that have broken and left for something of the better. Hey, let’s not be one to over exaggerate but did anyone see some of those pictures on the internet? Maybe no one saw them at all but that wasn’t the case for Jestiff. He just can’t stay away from those videos full of partying idiots, money grabbing pimps, and sluts of all kinds looking for quick cash or a really good one night stand. He always thought some of things were hilarious, especially when some of them fell but one of them ended up coming upon his russet pupils and before he knew it, he caught sight of someone that he would never, in a light year or two, think of his best friend, Dare, from Crash Plastic to be dancing around with other people in a club. This was beyond belief but he kept a low cool.

Quietly clenching his fingers into those bright red gloves of his that were fingerless, those blinding lights finally disappeared from thought as he stared at everyone else. No more fooling around now. It was time to get to business, if that was possible. “I really hate being honest or whatever but who truly wants to be here right now? Who has the stomach to bend around the problems we had before? On medications or not, out of you all, who’s ready to actually step back into stardom again? Come on, no p***y footing around. If we’re just here for play, I’m heading back out of this place to visit mothers with premature babies.” For an odd reason or another, Jestiff has been going off to see those that have had babies that were born too early. From time to time, he would go off and hang at the hospital for hours, just making a small or huge connection with those about to lose a life. This is how he serves his own, devoted community. It’s just simply playing soft songs for sleeping babies and mothers who can’t sleep well at all. It’s a paying job actually but he does it for free most of the period he’s there just because he can and will do it for their sakes. There’s nothing more great, or awesome for that matter, then seeing a smile come across those faces. When that one special child can make it through, it just added another part of life that could be underneath close succession without even knowing it. Yeah, the feeling was that good.

“Will there be any volunteers to answer my simple questions?”

[Jamainme]

"Boku no hoshi,

Boku wa anata ga yume dekimasu,

Honto ni,

Koko kara watashi wa ikimasen deshita,"

"Liebling,

Ich sehe dich im Licht,

Einfach sterben,

Ich möchte nicht dich mehr sehen,"

"Your my friend's best girlfriend,

A conscious's bad liar,

You be setting souls aflame,

Goddamn do you be smoking hot,"

--- . . . beginning the end of loserville.

Yeah, why did he always have to be the cold-hearted a** around this place, eh? Well, it brought back both the good and the bad memories, like that didn't cross his mind everyday or so, and Jestiff wasn't one to just sit around and let them go unnoticed. Letting those simple words slip various pink lips meant that his mood was great and nothing could change his aspect of it, whether they wanted it to or not. This was him, the lead singer of Crash Plastic, and he didn't exactly give a damn about most but those that he wished he knew for a longer period of time. Allowing his own ears to be harrassed by words he knew of before to be good old Gabe's, the leader of his own time could only give a smirk, knowing his work had gotten something out of those people lying about the room like dolls. It was eerie, yeah, but it wasn't like being honest had ever been a thing for Jestiff but he was damn well modest about his two cents. Wow, didn't know he gave that much thought into something he wanted to say but it's been two years. And clinging harshness doesn't leave for quite a while and it can become quite the pain in the a**.

Maybe this could have been the end to something as fresh as this but this reaction came way after Jestiff had to deal with his friend acting like a druggie who only got half of his fix and was only looking for the next one that was so close in reach yet so far off in a distant range, noting to be a shooting star that never wanted to be wished upon for its own reasons. Quite a stand-off person, he was never meant to not care some for his friend as he was still intact but what would he look like hugging the guy back? Well, he had to do that later. All he could do was laugh at each incredulous comment, knowing that to be something of Dare that couldn't have left him yet but the truth would be told soon enough but all he do was play along like a doll. Strings played his body like it was tuned to be an absolute and silent perfection. His crooked smile came across lips of longing to even know how it felt to really grin outloud while the other's antics only brought friendship, their friendship, closer together. That was all it was between them and nothing more. These two never felt any kind of way for another.

It was quite the thing one time when the two had met up the year they broke up. Jestiff went over to visit Dare while he was still a friend. They talked for awhile, getting frustrated at the mistakes, angry at the cause, emotional over unbelievable causes, and then some. After that, Jestiff nor Dare knew what was going on but decided to give each other a try. Slowly leaning in, kissing one another's lips, it felt normal, a bit odd, then just plain old bizarre. Both had pulled away and spit towards the ground, yelling ew as if they were silly little school girls but it was something to laugh about at the time. Those two knew that nothing was to come of it and that would just be it. For awhile, Jestiff was able to catch Dare and vice versa but after some time had passed, he couldn't seem to catch a hold of the only other best friend he had in this world. Questing for nothing else after that, an old friend just so happened to have appeared from nowhere, which got his a** to move on up and out of that broke down home only to go back in return of missing it so much. Yeah, it was missed that much.

Now brought back into reality by the slamming of the door, another had broken from his shell, yelled his little heart out, and then escaped to a place where no one could get to him. Well, he'd come back sooner or later with or without some type of force. No longer did it take for Dare to follow after his heart's command and for the one he lost two years ago. Well, maybe something would click and have the band come closer together or fall even further apart. Should being a sneaky Jestiff go into his record or should he stay the good boy? Well, it was a choice he could pick on now or later but there were other people in the room and he just couldn't leave them all unattended, could he? Well, maybe but that wasn't going to happen yet. He liked being nosey. Officially stuck with the girlies, he went over first to the girl that had gotten it all started, his look grimaced at first, almost saying that he was disgusted by her act, though, it was entertaining and made sure to get the rest of them pissed as hell. "Hope you'll be the sweet, little girl we used to know way back when."

Like hell that'd happen in his lifetime but Jestiff could dream it, right?

Jestiff, quickly going over to the other that seemed to still be slumped in her seat, and hovered over her face, hair hitting against the side of her face lightly if she were to notice the closeness between them. "Guess I should have called, right? Well, there's not much else I can say except for apologizing for brushing you off like that. Probably hate my guts or whatever but that is fine. Understand that I want to be on some terms with you and Savannah, m'kay?" Of course, it was overdued but he had been meaning to do it earlier but he had lost the balls to do it and then forgot all together, the b*****d! Leaning in quick as his chance to watch the show of the others might end before he got there, Jestiff was nice to give Kimi a little kiss on the forehead, then one for Savannah before running out of the room, careful in placing his steps one by one before hearing the two around a corner. Well, the audio would not be so good but he would deal with it while he eavesdropped. Yes, his mood was out of tune, assonance and the like but this was how he felt right now and it was kind of good.

'I'm nosey as hell, dammit.'

Corner too small; Jestiff was running out of hustling, their words were too tiny, then their voices grew, exploding into a rage then settled down once more after all had been settled and then silence rolled over. He was paying too much attention to the ceiling above them, wondering when it would fall on them, though, that was just his wild imagination. Once again, his eyes adverted away from the colored walls, tops, and bottoms to the couple that seemed to be having a cry it out contest and soon, the water works stopped at once, being covered by some liplocking, which he could have done without. Okay, maybe not. Jestiff's angst was on a PMS mode, giving him some time on how it seemed to be normal and that was too much for him to even try and handle at this very stage of the game. It continued on again; endless words rambled off to actually mean something while closed eyes watched from afar. A fist formed while firmly leaning against the ground, wondering how to punch a certain someone's face in but then it sounded stupid and the affair was given up.

Lost then found, Jestiff had found himself staring at nothing, being bedazzled by boys kissing each other. Not a sight he'd behold everyday but it was good to see some making up going on but time came to go and fetch that other boy that ran off. Going off to the bathroom that had a lock on the inside of it, Jestiff sighed, kind of frustrated by this as he noticed that he had been stuck in place for no reason at all since his angst took a break and that pissed him off but he couldn't be mad at it for that, now could he? Gently, he knocked on the door, asking in a nice voice for someone to come on out. "Come on out. Don't stay in there all day. Others will have to pee, too, you know. Don't hog it up." For one, Jestiff had never seen Josiah act like this. He was so quiet and now, he had made his outburst, ran into the bathroom, and became a bit too bold too soon but that was alright, wasn't it? "Peek-a-boo, I see you!" Peeking through the keyhole for a moment, he'd jump a mild inch back, not getting his pretty face smashed in by any door while along way.

"No one's leaving you behind. You just have to know when to catch up. If you care so much about your friend, you should go and see him when you're done. My a** won't be sitting around all day, trying to get you to come out." Making a face, he shrugged his shoulders. "Mo muzusashiku, ne?" Jestiff can forget that his native languages are both German and Japanese but one of them never seem to be able to topple English unless on certain occasions like this. It slipped out every once in a while but that was just Jestiff because it was just him and his crazy self. "Hayaku." He said this quite often when the band was together for the first time. It was great yelling it as the group didn't get his full meaning of the word and he had a ball, somewhat. And since he would take his sweet time getting to the recording room, he may get to see the other male come out from hiding or not. It just depended on his mood. Now, Jestiff wasn't being a or really trying to be a b*****d but it was kind of his way of saying that he cared and is ready for quarrel-less work and rehearsal. Suddenly, he went back.

"Nevermind, I have nothing better to do then wait. Besides, when had we ever talked, huh?"

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[Jamainme]

Longingly waiting around for the scent to dissipate with the rest of him that was losing itself slowly but in the way he wanted. Those lowered eyes almost went into a bedazzling daze before coming out of tune with the sounds around the bath spot. Skin would soon turn into a prune, become untouchable, and make him hiss for being so God damn soft. Wanting to lean his body even deeper into the warmth, his stay had been well over the period he was keeping track of and there were so many things to do at this point that he just couldn’t leave it all behind for anything else, especially for his wanted pleasures. Closely, his hands clung to the watery sides and pushed him while his feet stretched then moved more of his human affiliated body out of the water and into the open air that surrounded every morsel that lingered about freely or not. Hair, wet and clinging to his form, Xiao curled up his arms and reached back, letting his fingers wring most of the elongated strands dry.

Transforming his day from cold, bloodied grounds, to a place where gold was aplenty for his kind and nothing more, Xiao could see how long it went on and where it stopped after making a living here for many years at a time. There was going to be a time where some could migrate to this place and have their pick of the litter but he would make sure none left his side while the ones he had never seen before did. This was a tribe made with the people inside of it, not from any others that appeared from out of nowhere anymore. Being trustworthy to Xiao has never came across that came along his path. This one time, against a komodo dragon, a rare species to see in the day, came to their little castle while Xiao was away on some observation objective. It was only one but it caused havoc, scared each and every snake into submission, ate their catches of the day and so on and so forth. Once he had returned, Xiao was in no mood for meeting a greedy lizard that nothing else in common other than to scare the living hell out of everyone else.

Confronting on close corners, he asked the dragon to leave from the grounds immediately but the dragon tried to convince him that having him on their side would help them against other tribes that they had been plotting against for decades but Xiao was in no mood for it yet again and told the beast to turn. This was a final warning but the dragon thought a different way, yelling that he could take out the king of this tribe and rule it his way. Once each of the dragon’s four legs had hit on the marbled floor, one swift move was all Xiao needed to end the frustrating attempt that the komodo tried to make on him and his place upon the throne. Of course, when the beast fell down, he and a few others dragged the komodo out to the side of the castle, hung it from the rails, slit down it sides, and let the awful cruor spill from its insides. Left over to drip, crust, and dry, Xiao had it pulled back in and then peeled off the skin, having that cleaned as well before hanging it along a wall so that anymore that would come would see their next defeat at his and other hands.

No snake could blame their king for keeping the outsiders away. In his auspicious mannerisms, he has learned that anyone out of the tribe can’t be trusted for the fact that they could be spies, easily tricking them with the flicker of an eye, winking of the eyelid, pursing of the lips, and conniving of the words themselves. In no way was Xiao a fool nor was he stupid enough to not know his own man from other shape shifters, if they were anymore out there. He made sure to know everyone that still remained and was going to keep the numbers between them close to him as if they were already his own children. As long as it has been so far, Xiao has never moved out from his little circle. Many occasions for having offspring were passed up for another chance to strike at the other tribes. Close, near and by his side was his lovely assistant, the Diamond Black snake. More interested in concocting plans and running over the income and financial businesses of the castle, he has often wondered if he had been keeping her away from doing so.

Rolling his arms back into a new robe he had lying around, he tied the golden sash around his form while keeping the openings of the crimson yukata closed. This was a favorite of eyes that loved the shiny shades of ruby, which were the definite colors of his irises, though, they’re always covered by some film of brown layering. His hair had yet to be dried and he had no need to set foot anywhere else with it so staying in the sun for a bit would do it good. Now, wondering off back into his room that was his own little secret place, he noticed a file of papers lying underneath it. Titling his head slightly, a smile gently tugged at his lips when he had made his way over to it, picking them all up in his right hand. Looking them over once, he could only sigh at the fact that it was his duty, again, to give out the dues to those that worked hard in this place everyday; forget not snakes that had died earlier on. There were funerals to attend to also; and there were babies to see and possibly a litter or two that he’d have to help with. He had a full day.

“My hands are filled already. Need there be more? Even without immoral casualties, we are still stuck with the normal lifespan and decadence of life and death. Isn’t that something? Lilly, since you’re still around, accompany me in my room. I have a few things I want you to help me out with for the day. If you'd be so kind to give me some of your time, I'll be sure to not waste it entirely.”

‘Ah, my head‘s already about to burst and I‘ve yet to sleep, haha.’

Sleep; oh, how he wished to close his eyes and to dream of milky waves and other such fantastical matters like that but he had a position to uphold and a couple of tribes to knock down so coming to that would have to be later. While he waited for a simple response from the other, his brown eyes looked over the document, noting every little detail that Lilly gave to him. It was precise, on the point, and so extremely faltering on his side that he felt like croaking but it wasn’t his time of death. Not just yet. His duty had a longer appeal to show and a parchment to lease. Xiao’s main concern was to make it through the many days with little to no faults at all and even that seemed to be hard on the man but he was taking it like he should. Rolling his optics over the paper once more, he stumbled upon some notations of households and occurrences. There was something that he had gone up on and missed. Narrowed slightly, his slit pupils came into view, showing his pissed mood at this point. There was something afoot.

Being called stupid was a high insult among all ratings and rankings of this tribe. It’s to be thought of as some kind of vulgar extent that goes beyond saying whenever something hasn’t been picked up since the start of it. Those dark brown eyes started to dissipate, understanding that he was being mistaken for someone nice and merciful. That wasn’t the whole case of it, really. It’s the mere fact that another creature, trying to disguise their own forms with one o their own and come on in unannounced and rudely at that, meaning for not speaking to the sovereign of the tribe himself. This, thoroughly, pissed him off on infuriating cases. This had be settled and he was going to do it his way. Even with eyes closed tight and almost invisible to everyone else, those daring, blood-lusting, deprived ruby slits began to dart off glares of unexpected anxiety. Oh, if eyes could kill, so many more would be dead at this point but that wasn’t up for debate at this time. All he needed each time he went to go have a confrontation was someone behind him, writing it all down.

Instead, Xiao came out of the room, still staring down at the reports. Thank God he had Lilly by his side or he wouldn’t be as calm as he would be at this point. “Seems like we have a few intruders in the mists. The report hasn’t changed much until today. If you will, bring some paper and something to write with. I may need some further notations on this later.” Surely enough, as much as this amused him, Xiao was not pleased that his schedule had another bump in the road to get over. He had enough of them as it is but it wasn’t going to stay peaceful just like that for very long. “I’m guessing we have a company of about several homeless chameleons. The only species I know of our time to be hated by me alone. It never really does come to an end, now does it?” Not often would he throw a smile at anyone for random reasons but for this, is was just a mere joke, going on to how Xiao was feeling on this matter that could really be no more than a tiny problem to him. A pet peeve, really, but he’d handle it on his own terms and no one else’s. It was either his way or the highway.

Motionless for a moment, everything had stopped for just a second, letting the mind be free of reality just to comprehend the one going about in his own mind. Digressing slightly, eyes had widen to mere vibrations coming unto his feet. Every sense of him, as human as he was, could also feel the irrational behavior that was overcoming his own being. So daring had his fangs been since they last tasted anything so delicious as that of a chameleon. Now, it doesn’t say in any book that snakes dare to eat creatures like these but for survival, they’re just another part of the food chain like them .Ever see a snake tear at a lion so ruthlessly and without a second thought? Hell, they have and never looked back on anything else but the attitude and will power to go forward. It was something to keep pride going but once everything else has fallen, what else is there to give to the world? All that’s left of their souls is the need to live, the need to survive, and the need to wreck devastation on those that have done them all wrong in the past way back when but now, it was the future and nothing stood in the way now.

‘Someone’s approaching us and I have a good guess of who it may be.’

One of the first of many of his people finally showed up. “Oh, Your Majesty!” Of course, it was one of his own. It was a face he couldn’t forget and the scent, though faint, was definitely present on his body. Nodding his head once, he was ready to listen to what the little one had to say, though, he was adult in human years. “There seems to be a rather occurring disturbance in the halls above. All are interested in seeing you, Xiao. All assigned for, they request for your presence.” Really, he had no interest in seeing these beasts of small vitality at all. He was more intrigued with his work. “Their Lord has gone out of his way to make a schedule auction in your tastes.” At first, Xiao wasn’t informing all of the pieces together until it clicked on him like that. This got him really pissed then. Why, out of all subjective matters, would he go about selling this estate of humanity that they had gained over to those lazy, slow, un-oxidative animals, huh? “What be thy will, Your Grace?” This was an easy question, okay?

Xiao, at this point, felt like bursting out into an outrageous fit of laughter after hearing such ridiculous pickings of the words like these. Handed down to him on a silver, slimy platter, his lips wringed into a smirk, eyes devilish yet so kind in their repentance for rational satisfaction. There was a fight being given to him and he was going to face the challenge head on. “How foolish is it of them to ask me such an audacious thing such as that? I think not of fairing my well-being for money but for the moral sake of our offspring, generations, and so forth.” Snapping his middle finger and thumb together, all in the castle had gotten the gesture and were to leave him, Lilly, and the chameleons alone. Everything was going to taken care of by yours truly. Tongue, lapping across smooth, pink lips, flickered out slightly while a low hiss fell out between a small opening between his moving flesh that was separated by his own tongue. Easily placing himself on top of situation, he felt ready for it.

“Let them come.” Already along with the simple motion of his fingers, the other nodded, and headed back off into the opening while the door was closed and hidden behind both him and Lilly. “This’ll be interesting, won’t it, Lilly?” His daring partner in crime, Lilly, was someone he felt, deep down, like he could trust and not be betrayed by conniving fantasies, faux pas, idioms and the like. Waiting for a moment or so, the king of their the chameleon appeared before, only coming face to face in the form that it was born in. Seeing it that way to settle matters like these, Xiao became his original self, allowing his lean body to sway both left and right as those slit, visible, blood red pupils gazed at the other across from him. “Tell me, traveling b*****d, what the hell are you doing here? Didn’t I reprimand you to leave this estate some time back?” As for plans, if anyone is noticing, were never told to or talked about around these crafty creatures. Being both prepared and safe showed just how far his reach could extent to.

Kissing up to no one’s a**, Xiao, as the Cobra of his tribe, stood tall on his leg-like body while he stared upon the chameleons with glancing eyes that ogled all of what had some heated senses, though, the colors were the color of blue, meaning them to be cold but movement like theirs could, sometimes, be mistaken for something else. “Paying me with harsh words, eh? Who taught you your manners for elders, eh? You’d better damn well respect my supremacy. I’m just trying to make a negotiation with you before this place goes to shame by you snakes.” Coincidence that these things were often fueled by such shrewd and outrageous statements such as these when none of them have done naught to those that approach them with quick haste and slithering offerings. Well, it wasn’t like Xiao didn’t appreciate the effort. It just wasn’t on his agenda to take in any of those that wanted a place to stay; blown away by more than the hatred of others, Xiao has seen nothing else but this place alone.

“And if you were to say no to all that we have to offer to you, I dare you to come and slain one of our kind. If that is done, then we will leave you. If you can, slay the youngest of them all.” Several whispers among the chameleons and even the other snakes stirred after hearing this proposal, though, his tribe knew what was to come out of this. Solemnly, one of them brought one of their children to his feet, letting Xiao peer into the eyes of the young, innocent being that would make or break their contract with another. “Whatever war you come to face, we can help protect you from it by teaching you the art of camouflage, and, in turn, you’ll let us all live here and away from other predators. It’s an easy deal, right? So, what have you got to say on that, eh?” What the chameleon offered to them was a good one at that but it was patronizing his own establishment and the mood he was entering into just made him feel like he could explode at any moment. This was about to be it. Would he let it come to be or break it all at once?

Laughing, an emotion shown through the effects of being entertained, Xiao picked up their youngster and held it before them by one leg. “See this child of yours?” Eyes seemed to be on him as he held unto the legs tightly. Quietly, Xiao placed its neck into his other free hand before holding unto the tail with the other. Watching eyes psychedelics never left his motions go unnoticed as he then held the child out to them. “I humbly. . .” For a moment, there was a silent pause before the sounds of bones cracked in the air, giving Xiao a reason to put a vicious smirk on his lips. The baby screamed, yelled, and squirmed to escape but the Cobra king has his firm grip on the neck, taking only a few moments to twist the body one route to another before having it break in half. The curdling crying, spilling blood, and torn flesh and bone showed to be proof enough that Xiao was done with the segment. “Refuse. Get out of here. Bother us no more you’ll all meet the very familiar fate as this child. I have spoken!”

"B-b-b-!" How uncanny was that, huh?

Done with the arrangement that was mainly pointless at this time of the day, Xiao would go about dealing with his objectives for the day instead of attending to stupid things like these, which were a complete waste of time. Gazing over at Lilly, he gave out a sigh, knowing it to be just one of those days that he’d come to hate and love. “Remind me to get this mess cleaned up later. Now, if you will, let’s occupy our hands and lips with work.” Oh, there was just so much to do and so little time to accomplish it after this fiasco. Xiao would probably overload over everything if there were no other loyal snakes by his side. His others were missing but he’d let it go as other matters had to be set into order. Russet, round pupils began understanding elements that caused sleep to arise even at the worse times of the day but it all couldn’t be helped, especially on Xiao’s part but this was because he was working on quaint parts of the plans that would put them on top even if a mistake was made. “I’m hoping to be finished with most of this by the time the sun sets.” This was his goal and he had to meet it by then for today.

[Jamainme]

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WhatA

SaveIt

You've got me baby,

My broken engine,

Trapped in those fingers,

No longer feeling the drive,

Enclosed by every nail,

Has given up on my soul,

Sticking up to nothing else,

But not on someone like you,

FunnyLetter

UntilReady

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»SEXY

“BURP! Ha, what about that?”

“I’ll give that an eight, baby!”

Early mornings had already risen and past slightly, giving most the height of its awakening and others something to get up for. As some could see, a little apartment was getting their groove on until the waking of the dawn. No sleep was intended as it was to last them all a while until it was time to hit shore leave. Wow, that sun sure was blazing with a orange blaze while slowly crossing up over the horizon, which came from the other side of the freaking world. It’s that something to think about? Others, in an oblique sub consciousness, went to thinking about the things that mattered to them, dreams that tended only to be a fantasy, and many other objectives that led closer to a various journey even a child could seek out. Over and over again, alarms went off, roosters cried for the sun’s rising, and people began to move from their comfortable or sore beds, finding needed energy to go through the rest of the day. It was like a cycle that just went around until fate stopped its hand on someone else’s well-being.

Giving the rest to all of what had happened in the apartment full of nothing else but just two people. Clothes were stacked into a couple of suitcases, bags were stuffed with make-up and toiletries, shoes had been picked accordingly for attires, needed animals full of fluff were packed, and a scrapbook full of memories, both good and bad, were placed in there as well. No, it wasn’t like someone was going on a vacation but on a trip, really. The floors had been cleaned, the windows sparkled with a shiny brilliance, and every other part of it seemed to be as if it were flawless itself, though, it faltered in every way possible. Having made the preparations several days before time, there had been a chance to party like there was absolutely no tomorrow. Staring at computer screens, raving out to any music found on the internet, throwing pillow fights, and daring to drink until they dropped, passed out, or had to pee, which was the often case, this would almost seem quite normal in some ways for them to act this way.

Auspiciously ready for the trip ahead, all that was left to be done was to get ready. Staying up and at it in pajamas all night long was a casual thing for them but sleeping afterwards solved the insomnia problems but because of their fun play last night, it wasn’t going to be easy to make it all the way to where a certain someone needed to be at another point, time, and place. Picking up on the senses, one had to break through the barrier between genders, sexuality, and the difference each of them shared with another. Girl and boy. Bisexual and straight up, fabulously gay. African American and Thai. In some strange kind of way, it was almost too easy to separate the two just by looks, labels, and the like but when it came to being normal people like everyone else, it was just like fitting in. Their moods and other offsetting swings could almost mean to be the same. Not many people could share each other in such platonic yet sensual ways. It would seem rather odd. But for them, it was like everyday life because nothing seemed unnatural.

It was still time to get up and moving.

Cornering given pathways and edged openings, the two lovely figures yet eye-sagging figures began to wash, dress, and clean up themselves from the huge party they had last night, which only consisted the two of them of course. Easily working around another as if each one never existed or had gotten in the way, the two were able to get into their appropriate outfits but for the hair, that was something they’d have to work on later. As of late, it didn’t matter much if all of the strands were as flat as they wanted to be. Lying wet on their faces, yawns came scrawling out of their mouths, noting how tired each body was in its own way but there was no getting to sleep today. It was time to make that long hour drive to some kind of transportation that was waiting for one of them. As quickly as they would muster from sleep deprived bodies, both had exited the apartment, traveled down several flights of stairs, with bags in their hands, and came to the car in a flash. It didn’t take long for them to push the bags into the truck and then settle into the car.

Of course, this car was nothing much except for being an old Cadillac that still worked in this day and age, which the two were lucky enough to have at all. Looking at another, a smile was given to another as the girl started up the car. It would be a long trip to the bus but it would be for the good of the boy that sat in the passenger seat. Once each others’ eyes met, a laugh stifled in their mouths before being let off, obvious to their condition of remaining awake for the last twenty-four hours. Later, after a bed has been found for the very two that showed signs of fatigue, their asses were going to be out like lights being wisped away by the wind on a candlestick. Now, the first thing to do was to stop at some place quite and easy where breakfast was reachable through a drive-thru. Well, how about McDonald’s? That was always a place to get something to eat. Agreeing on the matter of getting sustenance after going at it for a few minutes, the two finally got their orders right. Now, after ordering, all that was left to do was to get the food and head on out.

Zealously, with much greed and hunger in their eyes, the two torn into their sandwiches, coffee drinks, and cinnamon buns that had been purchased by yours truly, the girl. Driving and eating was something to never be encouraged to do at an early stage unless the experience was there but there was no time for such nonsense such as that since both had their stuff and wanted to fill their bellies while getting to the tour bus as soon as possible. Slight chances were that the bus could be gone or not there at all but that was one some wild goose chasing if the mind thought of such imaginative conclusions such as that. Besides that, they were still in a trance-like daze from staying up for so long. After a small period has passed, almost everything they see would be funny but the habit came to a stop once the two had gotten quite used to the aftereffects. Well, the trail was a long one and, upon getting into town, ended once at about halfway when the streets came into play. Really, there was nothing left to do other than to get to the bus alive.

Waving his hands left and right, the Thai boy had to make sure that the directions they got off the internet of Map Quest would lead them to the right spot but with his confounded gaze, it was a wonder on how he actually saw any of the signs and street names at all. Maybe it was just pure luck or just his fluke of getting the turns right. It wasn’t long now. Just a few more turns and they would surely be there. Before someone could scream ‘pen-island’, they were there, surprisingly enough. And the buses were still parked in their spaces as well. With a sigh, the two popped out of the car, got the bags and walked up to the open doors but didn’t go any further as they had to say a few words before departing from another. For some reason, for the both of them, it seemed rather hard to get anything running off smoothly. That how things like this was. First, the tears would fall, the various hugs and goodbyes would be hard to leave behind, and then eyes could no longer meet another day after day after day, especially after being together for so long.

Particular words didn’t have a say at the moment.

“Thato, I can’t believe that I’m saying this but,” The soft voice began to speak up but choked at the end of the sentence, finding it hard to let go of someone that was so dear and close to his very heart. Thato, the African American girl, had taken and been with him since the day they met years ago. Just seeing her own body be parted from his own hurt him on the inside. At first, he refused for this to happen but, for the better sake of him, she had to force him to give his dream a chance. Looking over, up, and down his other, taking in the image of her braided, ebony hair, chocolate skin, russet eyes, and body clad in a deep pink, sky blue, and black Paramore shirt, loose black jeans, and a pair of pink and blue Vans, he could feel himself letting a tear fall down his own, sympathetic visage already. “It looks like my time has come. I’ve never been this close to a dream before, and I have you to thank for it. Forgetting your characteristics and well-being would be selfish of me.” Yeah, he knew about his words being mushy but it was for her.

From day one, the two had got along so well once her grandmother had taken him in after seeing him lying about the streets in a small wastebasket. Even Thato eyes welled up in tears just from hearing his words be spoken to him. This was truly hard. Merely, just by looking at those brown shaded sunglasses that sat upon his head match along with his dark brown skinny jeans that were held up with a black, studded belt simply put several tears in her eyes. Fitted around his upper body was a black shirt that was covered over by a white one, which had the scribbling designs of words that he had did with the help of Thato; going over his feet were some chocolate Roxy flats that was given to him last Christmas. Underneath and coating his skin with another layer on his feet, ankles, and calf legs were a pair of white socks. There was nothing else to go with. Besides, he didn’t feel like dressing up since he was going right back to sleep later on. “D-don’t worry. This will be good for you. Go and be what you’ve dreamed of, alright, Sunghae?”

Right now, if any of the two had said anything else, they’d burst into tears right now. So far, from everyone else, he’s been the one to cry about leaving his other behind. Though they were separate beings and had different interests, both were similar in all the same ways and in more than just a few terms of a word or so. Lingering for a moment longer, Sunghae was the first to give Thato a hug, who returned with an embrace that lasted for quite a while. After some time, Thato had let go only to raise her hands and cupped the youthful cheeks of her other, stared into his luminous, cerulean green eyes before laying a kiss on his lips. They weren’t related nor was there love for another. This was just an affectionate way of saying that Thato would surely and definitely miss him while he was on his tour. An easy response to that was Sunghae giving and returning her kiss back with his own, giving her the same language in a terminological way to which both of them understood in their terms.

Bags were dropped to the side as Thato began to leave him to be with the band that he played in during those high school years. Still, there was something else he had to say. “Hey, Thato, give my regards to her tomorrow when you go, okay? Also, when I come back, be the same person you’ve always been since we’ve been together. I like the way you are now.” If there was anyone in the world that he had trust in, it would be Thato. She was the only in his life that has been there for him and was there to help him out. Always someone he could depend on for almost any situation in life, Sunghae wondered if he was even doing the right thing at all but she had said this opportunity meant the best would come to him but he knew that he already had half of it already and was going to give it up. That’s one reason to why he has the scrapbook. Quiet characteristics had never been a problem until now. This just felt rather awkward to be going off like this while leaving her behind. It seemed to be too much almost.

“I won’t as long as you don’t either. Also, bring a nice boy home. I’d like to meet him or some of them before you start making choices together, alright? Love you, Sungahe! Bye.” Knowing that Sunghae had already started his own river, Thato wasn’t too far behind after she started the car, passed by the others parked there, and went by the others, waving her last goodbye to Sunghae, who did the same for her. Soon enough, she was tearing at the spot while she drove. Once she had made it back, she’d let it all fall out. Really, Sunghae, Thato, and her grandmother were a close-knit family. Though, both of them were abandoned children, she loved them as if they were her very own children. Since she had born none in her younger age, this was all she could do and loved it from the bottom of her heart, mind, and soul. But now, she had passed away, booting up the fact the two would have to care for themselves. By the time the old woman died, they were able to live the house she had for a few years since it had been paid off a couple of years ago before her death.

Sunghae figured that he’d cry after he was on the bus. Gathering all of his belongings, he threw two of the bags into the bus’s open compartment and kept the other. As he dragged that up the stairs, he attempted on wiping his face before showing it to the public that lied around on the bus freely. This is when he would make an effort and say some kind of greeting before putting his eyes to sleep, which he needed. “Hey,” And that was really all he could get out of his mouth before glancing about the bus he was going to be living in while they traveled on the road. He knew his band members and the other band were partly here so he didn’t mind getting one word out since he would see them clearly a bit later after he got some serious sleep. Sunghae really didn’t know how long this tour could go on or would last but he hoped that Thato would be alright while he was away. Much of a worry wart when he’s awake, he’d be sure to give her a call sometime today if jolting out of his sleep mode wouldn’t be so damn hard. But right now. . .

‘Mm, sleepy. Need bed.’

Verily agreeing on picking a bed, not knowing which ones belonged to Your Mom or Drop Kick Ninjas, Sunghae shrugged his shoulders as he got to an empty bed, put down his bags, and laid his sleepy butt right unto the lower bunk since he was too tired to even try and make it up to a higher one. Oh well, he could deal with this one. Once his head had made contact with the pillow, he instantly rolled up into the blanket but this wasn’t so until he went into the bag and pulled out his little unicorn that Thato won at a fair that was passing by their small town. It’s been a while since they even went to another grand event like that but he can’t help but to love. When he had snuggled up into the bunk bed with the pink unicorn cuddled up in his arms, Sunghae closed his eyes and said good night to the world by saying no more and being tufted away into a world full of dreams, lingering memories, and nightmares but it wasn’t bad for him since he was a hard sleeper and barely remembered his dreams anyhow. This was his comfort for now and he would conclude on getting used to these moving grounds later on when he was fully awake.

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KissGentle

YouTurn

Zebra patterns,

Crank up the volume,

Mixmatches shapes,

Nick off the sound,

Loosely tied endings,

Give off fumed aromas,

Is this how it's suppose to be?

And let it burn, burn, burn!

VituperativeLips

MeOn

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[Jamainme]

ŞŏŏǺÝ-ÐÄØ

Grasping unto every small piece of dignity it had left, the shadows fluttered inward, slowly losing all of what the darkness had over in the night sky. The sun, soon enough, rose over the horizon and let its glowing eye glaze over the dark plains with its fluorescent lightings. Billions of other people woke up to the sight of seeing it and wandered off for the next day of work. It was nothing too insignificant to everyone else as it was named to be a star of the sky and to have a god and power all on its own. No one else lived on that planet in the spacey skies above. No one could really guess anything of it unless they've traveled there themselves or became a part of it by inheriting some of its blazing embers on their own or its accord. Staring into the light, though, was pretty bad. Directly flaunting out contact with the eyes could cause some kind of blindness or blurred viewpoints if it continued on like that. Some of these people were careful while others understood nothing out of their circle, only listening to their own. Some did know that many blacked out during the gaze of the sun, fluttering underneath what was to be called vicious yet superficial in some odd way. Now, within the darkness, there lies a stray score of people that refuse to meet the sun with their own gazes. It was not in their nature to keep a stare on even a stray line of light that grazed near the outside of their enclosed captivity. It was not in their instincts to do so.

That is why only the child of the tribe is going. In Akheron, the council was having including the boy on the world that lied on the outside of their own territory that was anything hidden behind the door. Even though the obscurities were invisible in the pitch-black nothingness, those beaming golden yellow splices in the child's eyes could see all who had taken refuge in the shadows, only staying to watch the chosen one go out and explore the world to find that Haven that they were looking for. If one could see pupils like those, they will know that he differed from them a lot. Instead of having obsidian hair that resembled their own while sharing the cool eminence of frosty cerulean hues, his turned for another side while leaving his hair to be showing like that of snow if concocting a creamy tint to its form had been a part of it, and his skin looked like it was doused in fire and smoothed out into perfection, showing it off to look like porcelain glass; skin in the Midnight Clan was mostly a darker color, almost inhabiting the shady russet colors, which resembled brown in so many ways. It wasn't like he was hated, it was just that he was the most different one out of all them and that was how they decided on a reality that lived within him. Their own Haven resided on his shoulders. With zealous expressions flowing over his face, there couldn't be any more chances to skip out quiet mornings and lovely nights once he had begun his journey. He had to go.

Councilman, now done with his silent words and gestures, petted the child on his head, reassuring that he would not be forgotten as who he was but remembered of what he'd become once he had returned, if that could be the case. Being the last to take an action upon him, the Councilman pulled off a black sash that was hanging about his own shoulder. Stretching, holding it tight, and putting over the child's eyes, he tied it around his eyes, making sure to keep those eyes from straining in the light whenever he was exposed to it and his body had yet to be known of as he was still lingering in the dark patterns of their home. Once he got a pat on the shoulders, the Councilman took cover into the darkness to keep away from the light as well like the others did. Breathing in glumly, the child felt like he was leaving a big part of himself behind but this was a step for finding something greater than all of them but did he care? Only for his people did he really care for anything else. Swerving about, the boy opened the door and exited out in to what was called the natural world that he had visited so many times before. Slowly, moving one limb at a time, he felt the ground underneath his hands and feet, still feeling dim shadows around him in their cool embrace but this was about to be the end of it. A quivered feeling fell down his spine; his time was running out for the cool shadings but leaving was essential now. This was for them more than it was for him, right?

As if he had been touched so inconspicuously, the child pushed off into an amazing sprint, passing by the many trees that were sketched into his memory like words on a stone tablet. It was because of the shadows that he recognized the size and shape of many inanimate objects that lied about the grounds of their decayed land. Barely anything or one came down this path because there was no food to hunt, people to see, meet, or water, which was accessible only to the Akheron themselves; wasn't it all a secret? Of course, it still is. It's just that no one else knew about it. More and more, the sun would start a-blazing but the child had a mindset to reach and couldn’t be hindered by the huge, burning star in the sky. Both his feet and hands were moving him as far as he could while moving onward like a four-legged animal would do. He had taken up their traits when he had begun developing a skill for walking and running. From the left to the right, the child ran what seemed like hours, looking for the place for where he was to go to. The path, full of obstacles, seemed to never end on this dirt road and it would seem like he felt lost until his hands became the first parts of him to touch water, which caused him to quickly jump back and away from it. He was in a place where the sun couldn't reach him. That pointed a good sign for him as he could use a little moment to see where he was. Easily lifting the blindfold from around his closed eyes, they were opened to a new view of him.

Korudul Jeomunde Mwahyo, the Chosen Child of his clan, could finally see himself for once in his life. Staring at his eyes that were rather opaque in the day rather than the night, fingers, clad in white gloves, touched against his face then unto the clothes he was wearing. From his feet, he had on a pair of shoes that the tribe had made for him, especially to accommodate his feet. Connected unto them was a pair of long, sleek, black stockings that were threaded over ten times with thin and thick strings. On the sides of them were purple designs that signified to who he belonged to. Now, moving unto the very shirt he was wearing, it seemed to be one of the most complex things to wear even up on a journey like this. It was short-sleeved, meaning that it stopped on his small looking biceps. And there were so many other things to say about it but seeing it would do just fine than trying to explain it all at once. It's just that the only parts of him that remained visible to the world were his face, hair, and arms. Everything else was left alone in the dark. After all of this time, he was finally able to see himself for the first time. Never has or was he even able to lay eyes on himself until now. Nearly letting out a tiny yelp, he kept his lips closed tight, just to be safe on some measures. He was forgetting; judgment over his own appearance had gotten to him first but that ended soon enough. Quickly, he had to make his way to the stone tablet or end up being the last one there.

[Jamainme]

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YouAre

LayIt

Sweet,

Bitter,

Just like passionfruit,

You leave no aroma of life,

Tasting it compassionately,

Concocting vapid insanities,

My lips feel like staying close to you,

Believing to be someone else,

SoHot

OnMe

XOXO__________________ __________________OXOX

»CUTE

‘You‘ll still be here, right?’

He felt alone.

It felt quite awkward to be there all by himself. Never really leaving his home until now, Sunghae didn’t really have a grasp on what to expect from the outside world. He’s been to high school and all that mess but this was something totally different. Definitely against going due to his humanistic nature, he decided to go along since the other band members would be there, also that special someone that he’s been keeping his eyes on for some time now. It was really hard for him as he practiced over the time before the bus would arrive, making positively sure that he could let his other sister go for a full three months. Hell, the first time he tried to do it sent him into tears as did her but after doing it for a good month, tackling this objective first was his big priority. It was nothing too serious but he had to be done with it once and for awhile. Easy never seemed to be the word for the both of them but letting go left a harsher note than it did the first couple of times trying it. Sunghae just remembered on the fact that the best stuff they had was with him.

Feeling quite bad about this beforehand, he became overwhelmed with so many emotions. Damn, even for him, he knew that his waterworks would come to an end and his next step was to reach the top, located somewhere in the music business, and move Thato out of the hellhole that was close to being their actual home. Not knowing who to turn to after losing a close line of trust from one member of the family, supporting both himself and another deemed his life to be almost over, especially since meeting his schedules for band practice became practically impossible to make but it was his duty to uphold what came to mind first, and that was family; friends were a liability just laying on the side while business of his own concern took someplace elsewhere. Sunghae believed that life would take him nowhere until the band he played in, the Drop Kick Ninjas, got signed to do a tour. It didn’t matter that another band was coming along as well. He just felt like he could be a bigger help to Thato while also gathering some guts to get love for himself.

Already, in his sleep, he could feel himself tense up, getting that structured expression of being pulled closer and closer towards that sense of external ecstasy. Certainly, it wasn’t his first time tasting it nor was it even close to being his last. In a way, his dream went on, nudging to see what wasn’t really there in the first place. Stuck in a dark room with no windows or doors, dilated eyes were blind to just about everything within the box that contained his own being. From time to time, words would blink along the walls whenever thinking became a necessity. In fact, though, the room wasn’t even that dark at all. His eyes were covered from the dimly lit fire burning in the outer world; lips, separated by gag, drooled through the open holes while the nose breathed for air; his chest moved, panting in and out for forms of stability; both hands and feet were tied together to keep motions under watch while the form tended to be bare. It was stranger, seeing as how it really led his thoughts nowhere.

Clearly, it was hinting out what he really wanted in his half-baked state.

But why did it feel like this? What was he trying to reach for? In a subconscious manner, licking his own lips for a moment proved that he knew but in a bizarre kind of way. What he felt seemed like it was real when it really just pertained to being his wild imagination. They say that people with a higher I.Q. dream more. Well, if it was in that case for Sunghae, it represented nothing but a lie since he, himself, doesn’t believe to be that smart of a person; kind of all out going and worrying less on work, Sunghae, in time, would find himself doing better than this. Going back now, it felt so sensual and so there but it just didn’t come like that at all. His mind was in a furious rage, gathering many images of Christoph and then placing them altogether to recreate what was almost in a reaching distance. Judging mainly on character, Sunghae had fingers of the other rolling all down his frontal posterior, making him feel weak in the knees and in the mind, feeling like he couldn’t make himself be still; being constant was why he became an adrenaline junkie.

Suddenly, he felt his mouth go completely dry. It was rather odd as the stretch in his throat seemed to tense up, telling him to wake up when he had just fallen asleep not so long ago. Again, it called to him, who paid no mind as the dream seemed to be getting quite intense. Those random kisses. Those heart-stopping touches. Those lingering pieces of fluttering affection. It was getting into his head. He really felt like he was falling into a love trance that held him suspending in midair, never greeting the ground with his feet. Only feeling himself grow warm as his throat called to him, Sunghae began to loose concentration over what was more important; a dream was a dream and it wouldn’t come back unless the sleep continued after being awake for a moment or two. At first, this wallowing transaction grew and grew until it overran his mind with a need to drink badly. Never wanting to leave his dream, Sunghae was forced out of it when he jolted up, hacking away and unto his elbow.

‘Damn,’ Sunghae cursed to himself, knowing exactly what he wanted at this point and that was a freaking drink. Withholding a parched mouth, especially after not drinking for some time, would hold a bad conscious on his mind. Besides, the coughing only got worse as he did almost nothing about it for the moment. Nothing too significant, he yawned slightly, finally deciding to roll his butt off the bunk and placing his feet on the floor. Letting his pink unicorn, Charlie, lie on the bed, Sunghae massaged his temples, feeling a bit lightheaded after falling asleep so quickly. ‘I need an energy drink; Kate usually has something. God. . .’ Getting to his feet, Sunghae trotted his happy butt to the back of the bus, finding the bathroom first before proceeding anywhere near a drink to cure his ill, unfilled pleasures of quenching his thirst. Almost forgetting that he hadn’t used the bathroom since this morning, which was early in his mind, Sunghae didn’t want to drag back a kidney full of nothing but sugar juice.

Washing his hands after coming from within the bathroom once he had dropped his load off, he headed back past the bunk beds where one of the other band members lied on and towards the other side of the couch. Closing in on the needed supplement, Sunghae picked up a rockstar, pulled the top open, and starting drinking it down. At first, he only wanted a little bit of it but he soon got halfway through the can. Second, he thought of that to be enough but he was still draining it down, and before he knew it, the can was empty. This is how he got his drink on whenever it came to energy drinks like these. He could never stop downing them until they were all gone. Fortunately, he only needed one for this go-round. Releasing a soft sigh after quenching his thirst, he tossed the can to a trashcan he saw just several moments ago, and then took his seat by Fate, poking her in the side before waving. “Yo,” Sunghae was feeling kind of sober right now, since nothing had really kicked in, making him want to be hyper at this point. He felt a bit too common, though.

Yawning for a slight moment, Sunghae could still feel the sleepiness overtake him but he didn’t feel like going to sleep just yet as he could that once they were on the way to Kansas City. For a sudden reason, he felt a bit hungry at the moment and there was some food laying about across from him on another couch where most of Your Mom lingered on. Twitching slightly, he didn’t feel like getting up but he knew that he’d have to if he really wanted that juicy, plain, cheeseburger. Oh God, his stomach was acting up and just after getting some food into his body, too. Quickly, Sunghae crept over to the other couch, making his moves as silent as possible while also pretending to be a ninja. Oh no, that sign of ADD was coming up again and at such a great starting point, too! Again, his motive was simple and easy. Deciding to break off a small piece of the burger, he took the petite one and held it in his hand, staring at it with lustful eyes. He kind of knew who brought it so a thank you was in order. How could he not do so?

Of course, Sunghae was still open enough to hear the rant that went on in the room, especially since it came from no one else other than Christoph who knew how to rant well. Anything that he didn’t like or was against was taking into consideration then burned out by his flaming words. On his side, it was funny to witness but he wasn’t going to be the person that got in his way or on his bad side. He didn’t want to meet that side of him unless he had to. This little rant went on while he was away at the bunks or whatever, minding his own business, though, it was kind of hard not to especially when he’s talking. Letting his whole palm pat against Christoph’s back gently, he smiled, complying with the voluntary action as well, “Well, I think that you’re hot, especially your hair. I’m jealous of it, you know that, right?” If he could, this little Sunghae would definitely try to touch it. Seriously, he really does envy Christoph for going through all the trouble, if it was any, to make his hair looked like that.

“Haha, by the way, thanks for this part of the burger. I own you one, okay?” Moving his hand from the boy’s back and folding the rest of his fingers in except for the index one, he poked the side of Christoph’s nose lightly before zooming away to the other couch to sit along side Fate. Soon enough, that was when everyone else came into few, and his adrenaline started to kick in a bit. Raising and waving his hand wildly, he greeted to the rest of the band and to others he didn’t know. “Hi Bonnie, Kenny, Claire! When did you all get here?” Yet again, his mind had forgotten how he even got on the bus himself. It was his junked up adrenaline talking this time and there was no way of telling if he could even walk a straight line or not. Really, this was how Sunghae really acted in the presence of his friends, daring to comment on even the stupidest things and kind of get away with it up to the part where they notice what he actually said in the first place. Folding his legs unto the mellow couch after taking off his shoes, Sunghae just kind of looked around the bus.

Ruled out on the favor that the bus was something he had never ridden in before, he would take pictures of the bus later on when he really felt like it. It was just that right at this moment, he was feeing a bit energetic especially after only a few minutes of sleeping, Sunghae was going to fall right out later on once the bus started rolling. Out of the corner of his eye, he did notice that Christoph was straddling on someone else, waiting for that certain shirt to disappear. He knew that they were friends and all that but he got quite jealous of that but he wasn’t showing it. Kind of turning his face towards Kate, Sunghae titled closer to her, slightly laying his head on her shoulder, which was quite soft and not bony like the usual problem he had with doing this to many other girls. “Kate, thanks so much for the drink. It was the bomb diggity, baby!” Some could say that Sunghae was anomalous but this was just him, yelling, whispering and shouting all sorts of random phrases in the air. This was actually normal for him.

Now his arms felt kind of lonely. ‘I need Charlie.’

Quite frankly, he liked holding Charlie in his arms. It was something he could grasp unto if or when he ever needed to think of home again. Really, Charlie was his comfort pillow that he easily fell in love with once he had received it from Thato. Making his way over and from the bed and back to the couch, plopping back beside Fate, he made a few faces, grinned, then laughed at himself for being so silly. Right now, this was how he dealt with being away from home. He was willing to keep his spirits up and try to forget about and focus on what was right in front of him. Even though it seemed like he was more than fine, Sunghae wasn’t feeling all that great at all but it was in his nature to always seem like he was of a feel-good collaboration, tempting others he knew to put a smile on their faces. Visage or no, he’d try to do it anyway, even if it meant talking to wall. He would just need each part of him to be distracted by something else or be confused by the choice he made. Right or wrong, he couldn’t really decide on it but he had to leave the thought alone.

Placing Charlie down on his lap, he just kind of leaned back and stared at the scream some, wondering what was on, though, his mind knew it to be the movie, Hairspray which he had been wanting to see since forever but it already started and he probably missed a good part of it but he could always watch it over again later with whoever that brought it alone board. Besides, this movie would interest his eyes and stimulate his mind on believing that he had moved on for the moment or so. Dancing thick chicks was a thing for seeing. As fictional as they were, there were just some actors or characters in movies that moved many to the point of tears even though it’s not real at all. It’s call having emotions and side viewings for other characters that are brought on and off the stage of acting, starring, and making money. Soon, his attention focused on the others once he had decided to watch it another and glanced about the others that sat around, almost looking like a bunch of stiffs. Well, this was them and not many of them were as hyper as him. . .

. . . Or Christoph, who was just flipping awesome in his eyes.

XOXO__________________ __________________OXOX

AbrutlyStopping

LovingDirty

Quietly,

Did you,

I wait for no one,

Or was it that,

For no one else but you,

Hearts keep beating,

It‘s true, I‘ve fallen in the wrong.

Just to see you fall, crash, and burn?

TimeItself

PervertsConsistently

XOXO__________________ __________________OXOX

[Jamainme]

{ ♥___________Iljma

i play the nines,
with two by fives,
no one knows that i,
like to play with knives.

••••

Shimmering brightly in the skies above has to be nothing else but the sun. Along with the clouds covering the skies, not many could support such a star that supplied many with light. Dreams floated about the quiet rising as if it were to never be heard by the outside world that lingered for its virtual existence. Many of them faltered in a way through the cracks of the inner and outer walls but it never mattered for this kind of thing. Being naturally insignificant and in no understanding of the world itself was really good enough that no one else has no real need of knowing about it. It was the duty of the world to be as is and for the rest of it to be as it’s supposed to be known for. Humans walk on two legs; animals walk on all fours; birds fly in the open sky; fish swim in the seas below; weather is dramatically increasing, decreasing, or staying constant most of the time. Really, it’s life. Peace should have been part of the negotiation with having to live on the planet but other kingdoms and countries collide just to have a piece of the pie from every side.

Really, it is a stupid matter but this is what the mind has chosen over the smaller restraints. No one wanted to feel like a loser so some of them had to step up and fight for what was theirs. Even though some have failed to comprehend that fact, every organism has risen to said statement and are taking offense to those trying to gain each other’s territory. Merely, all seem to slave over freedom, if that was a real possibility to have at the moment. Now, a war is proceeding to make its own way to the new King. Doing away with other’s jobs, creating a new breed of voidstulkers, and taking over the Country from his viewpoint. Yes, it would seem odd for a king like this to take control of his own people like that but most have no say as they needed one and he showed up to crown himself as such. Well, his name has been written on the boards; lining up an exaggerated plan to get his true focus away from what was really going on, there has been hope to find the princess. Good luck with that. It just might be a journey to not go into as of yet but it is whatever.

Besides, this child, born by the illustrious Haru, is already with the princess herself and has already given up his mind, body, and soul to be with her at all cost. This young, naïve boy, known primarily as Iljima, is nothing more than a simple-minded fool. Going around the underground just for the princess, he could really care less for anything else as he would simply do her bidding, if there were any to go to at this point. Though, that’s not to say that he hasn’t caused any mischief himself but it was only for her. Friends or not, he doesn’t care because he really wants to be beside her but there is really nothing more to it. Looking closely, most could see right through him but that peculiar yet happy smile on his face seems to throw it right off most of the time. Potential is what most people have but who has been able to show it in the light of day? They surely can’t because of the new, controlling King. Who can know of what he can do to them? Well, it could be anyone’s guess. Yes, even Iljima’s but that’s just him to be so inanely out of his mind.

“Nande? I’m not stupid, you know!”

Frankly, that’s not quite what everyone may think of him but it does tend to be true on some points, and most of them just tease him about it because it’s fun to do. Actually, if Iljima had actually decided to use that brain of his, he’d be quite the smarty but he hasn’t and probably never will since his mind only uses about two out of ten percent that is being used by normal and supernatural beings. Everyone else is doing something productive but his little lazy butt can be seen lying around, not doing too much. Yeah, preoccupying his mind with small thoughts of actually being someone does come across his mind but not like the princess ones. Those are constant reminders. “Hmm, wonder what’s going on with her now. I’d really like to know but will that mean that I’ll have to get up? Yep, I guess it does.” Placing his feet on the ground and pushing himself off into a straight, upright position, Iljima dusted himself off before deciding to walk through parts of the underground city back to where he think that she might be. Good chance that it might be lost.

Oh no. ”I believe that I’m lost.” He wasn’t, really. He just wanted to make conversation with himself. All he had to do was make it back to the house and concede on something there but he took a wrong turn here and there and ended up being stuck elsewhere. “What to do now? What to do now?” Actually, how would someone like him that has become so known to this underground plain not know where he was going?

Maybe he was that simpleminded.

Rolling his rather short but skinny fingers through his dark brown, messy hair, Iljima had to think about it for a moment to find out where he had really gotten himself into. It wasn’t like he did this often but it really did come to him naturally but that was fine. He knew perfectly well what his duty was to be and that was to deliver the princess to the prodigious king. Iljima knew he could do that but there was something in his liability that could lead him and others coming to do the same thing into trouble. Yes, he has quite the ideal to become someone and that is to be nothing but a lackey for the princess. Maybe something could become more than that. Well, it’ll depend on her feelings. His is just another little emotion to think about. Attention, attention! Iljima, please put more focus onto where the road is. Losing himself easily in thought is quite the happening thing for him but that’s nothing he can expect to move from. Closely, reeling around to the other darken corner, he found himself to actually not be lost in the underground after all.

[Jamainme]

†††_______Øñë £îƒè

what are these dreams?
they come to me all the time.
my dreams keep changing.
when will it all come together?

why do i see you fighting?
are you fighting for something good?
tell me,
how did i get involved?

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‘There it is again. . .’

Sunlight raised over the horizon and burst through the transparent window and into the room that was tight, neat, and mess free. The bed was closest to the glass window with a dresser sitting close to its left side. On the right was a desk and a chair to where work could be finished on. And sitting atop the desk was a small television that wasn’t usually watched as the body was occupied on going outside more than just staying inside. A lamp also sat on top to approve of some lighting through the darkness that covered the room. Other than that, there was nothing else within. Now, sleeping underneath the lightly hued blankets was a body that kind of tossed and turn within its sleep. The only thing that was visible from underneath it was a clump of black hair that streamed out in a series of messy locks. Creamy fair skin was the texture of the human being residing under the covers. Emphatically comfortable within their warmth, the body didn’t want to leave from it so primitively. It was a bit chilly on the outside but this was just the person’s feelings for it.

With no need for an alarm clock as it was the sun’s time to always wake up anyone in its narrow path, arms stretched out into the open for a moment before retracting back to lay on the white pillows and covers. Once the head had emerged from the blankets with the back partly bare to the world, the head rolled over to where the window kind of peered down upon its form and stared out the transparent world with open, dark brown eyes that could pass off for being black. A smile curled unto the lips as the day had finally approached. This was the first day of summer for this being and the friends lying outside. Rolling up, the body presented to be nude in a way except for the blue boxers that were put on and worn to bed last night. Breathing in deeply and exhaling was a flat chest with erected areolas that proved that the body could still feel the chilling sensation against it. It had been time to move on for this predominate male, which would be obvious to depict. Lean legs soon stood straight on their feet with the body moving in awkward ways.

It was important to stretch first then appeal to the crowd on the outside. Summer had finally come and it was time to relax at last. Easily waking up, the body rushed out of the room and down a hallway to get freshened up. Brushing his teeth, taking a bath, putting lotion and deodorant on, and then drying some of it off before oiling up some, the male got dressed up in the garments he liked. It wasn’t exactly hot outside so putting on some warmer clothes seemed for the best. Getting on some white boxers, camouflage pants, mule socks, camouflage shoes and a gray tank top, he was ready to go. Rushing out of the bathroom and downstairs into the kitchen, he fixed up his favorite breakfast, which was an egg and mushroom sandwich. His parents were already gone for work so he was free for the day, which meant he could have some fun with his friends. After stuffing his face, he washed out his mouth with some orange juice, flossed his teeth, than ran out the door. If he guessed right, he’d find his clove of friends out in the Sandlot, the usual spot for them.

'Hope I won't be the last one there!'

Muscles flexed as the male jogged his way from his house out into the town. Where did he live? He lived in Twilight Town, of course! Coincidence maybe? If so, why hasn’t he noticed the difference yet? Well, it doesn’t matter. With his toned self reaching the destination, he just so happened to have stopped at a spot where a gate stayed open to a spot which seemed familiar to him in some way. It was odd. He could almost visualize it with having people inside. At first, he wanted to go in there but he was going to be late as it is if he didn’t go there now. Shaking his head, he decided against it and jogged out to the Sandlot. Just as he suspected, he found his stray of friends hanging out close to the center of the empty place. Each one tended to be the first one there. Seemed like he made perfect timing by coming right on the dot, but just barely though. Running over to them, a grin crept unto his face as he greeted them with a wave, a usual greeting he did in the early epoch of morning.

As usual, the last one to make it there was to get pounced by the others. Before he could even get a good look at them, he had been tackled down to the ground with the three of his friends lying on him. Wasn’t it odd that he only had three friends like the nobody, Roxas, in his dreams? It did seem odd but he didn’t notice it since so much of the dream wisped away in a sequence of thoughts seconds at a time. Laughing along with them, they didn’t or wouldn’t even expect to be placing something fun on their hands today as doing spontaneous things seemed more like fun than having them all planned out. Besides, this merely began their vacation for rest and relaxation so why not let it be without a school procedure, eh? This looked like fun. Of course, they had obvious competition but it would be of no matter to them as having fun would be the ultimate thing for them. Now, with the last person in the inquiry, no more waiting was involved. After surviving a lasting year of junior schooling, it was finally time to move on up.

Senior year will definitely be something this time around.

Never really looking back at those dreams before hand, this person, this unknown person remained to be as close to reality as possible no matter what the circumstance wanted itself to be at the time. Out of all his friends, he was the only male in between three girls, but it’s not like he minded being the one in the middle some of the times that they all traveled somewhere together. Let’s point out on who and what each of them was at a later moment. As they rolled along the floor with their late friend, all three of them had to roll off and see what his excuse was for this time around as it appeared to be rather amusing, entertaining and something he would say half of the time.

“So,” one of them began to ask, “Mr. Hwa Hae Dong-Yul, it is so nice of you to join us!” The girls snickered, noting to him about being the last one to the party most of the time. “Tell us all what your excuse is this time. We’d all like to know about it.”

[Jamainme]

†_______†_______†

It was a straightaway.

There was nothing to see and sights to be established within every cornered eye vision that had been known to man. A whole place like this had actually existed for once, giving the Mystics a resting place but for how long could it really last? Well, it seemed like it could go on for as long as someone wanted it to. Brisk nights over held the patterns for sleeping, being awake, and taking on the night life for what it was worth. Many eyes lied on opportunities to escape, others looked for entertainment, and the rest just seemed to be looking for some other kind of existence when their powers invaluable. Yeah, there was a period to search for a purpose and then another to just take it as it was. A choice, that many would love to have, didn’t get a chance like this often and many would love to keep it just like that. Mutiny; sweet words and flattering confusion will not make one falter who contained such coverage over those in the city full of Mystics. What matter was it to really escape when everything they needed was right there?

Nearing the destination, the streets of the night became littered with so many creatures, filling it up from the low levels to the top. Several groups of every kind of magical beast lived in this city and away from the world that would easily reconcile and reject their kind just for being different in most cases. Barely were there any thieveries here; main oppositions have been placed on escaping but even that seemed to be an impossible feat when meeting up against a power with the two-step tap into delving right through a mind, tearing its intentions to shreds by manipulating the brain with its newly commanded voice. Very scarce was it to see psychics these days; a pair faced such an opposing man and dealt conversations in a term of having a conference. It was prying; privacy is a main module for everyone to go and live by while giving those their space. Surprises are fun to learn about, are they not? That’s the point of why humans can be humans without having to perfect a power while keeping it away from the rest of the world.

Dampened beads of sweat fell from the workers’ brows, causing the sidewalks to be covered by salt that laid there as a mineral while the water evaporated into the sky. Say, wouldn’t it be great to just fly away? Yeah, it would be totally amazing but no one has ever tried to overreach the limits of the sky; crashing and burning their existence while it still pertained to being possible made them think of nothing else but to continue on with normalcy in their very souls. Well, two of them didn’t live for that factor anymore. Both Mother and Father had been taken away from them, thrown into the fire, and left there to kick the bucket. It could be said that no one had been left happy after that but life was a hassle, always doing what it wanted and letting those lives go to waste. It exempted only zilch unless it considered itself to be in the race but other than that, it was just a waste of time, really. Was this a way of life to begin seeing a future in or a big plot just to have all of them there for some mere amusement? Something wasn’t adding up.

“Dongsaeng, are we close?”

“Muot? We didn’t walk for nothing.”

Just two people seemed to be fairly new to this area-secluded city; everything to their eyes seemed so unreal and yet so there. Realization of a place like this had never came to their minds until transporting there a few days ago. Both of them were perfect examples of regular looking humans. More close to the Asian race more than ever, both of them proved to have some knowledge of how to get around. A faltering pressure caused their occasional movements to be swift and out of the works of using their so called powers. Covering tracks more easily by evading as best as they could, the two could only hide out in crowded spaces and stay as low as possible from those seeking them out. At first, the ending close call seemed to be over but as sleep became the wanted upset in each other’s brains, another wanted knowledge of these existing pair and probed down into the depths; working around the kinks had to be a first. One took noticed to this, having estranged dreams and finally meeting this one through a telepathic speak.

An older brother, like this one, doesn’t let anyone try to take advantage of others like his darling little sibling that sat right alongside him beforehand, following his movements closely, making sure to get all his motions right if left alone in the dark and without his guidance. One looked up to the other and vice versa; no reason to tread the waters with a high nose stuck in the air all the time. Sometimes, a bug may just find its way into that thing! Now, to make the appearance more appealing to the nights way of day, both had went into wearing black clothing, finding it to be a rage of love in their eyes. The shorter of the two wore an adorable cabaret that fitted down on top of the head, covering some fluttering strands of hair that showed the hair to be wild yet tamed; the other refused to get such a thing stuck on the head, letting the hair cascade down his shoulders with the ends tied up but a little black ribbon. Each wore a little bit of black make-up around the brunette eyes; a nice touch in some opinions. Let’s not forget about the plaid scarves!

Once stepping out of the comfort zone, the place had been found. It seemed like it was a club; one found it difficult to find the Governor there but it had to be the place. Intuition said so, of course! Easily, the siblings held one another’s hands, intertwining their fingers in between another before daring to enter the place with their faces high and intentions low so that only so many could pick out what was really needed at the moment. It was a rather booming place. Tonight, it was just filled with Mystics upon Mystics doing and whispering things that little children shouldn’t hear but hey, this world seemed to have tiny ethics but so much priority on staying alive and out of harms way from the outside world. Here, it wasn’t an easy-go thing. The older brother had to fight in order to make some money. A scratch or two may have been made earlier on but it was nothing as it could be given to the other younger sibling while going on to negotiate about something else. That’s why it had been important to win an almost useless fight against another Mystic.

Party time!

“Kim-ah,” The older brother, calling his sister by her name, took his other free hand and gently caressed it softly, reassuring that things would be alright for starters. Even though the crowd was loud, these two had a connection on how to communicate in most cases if worse came to worse. “here’s something I got for you while out on the streets. It’s not much but it’s what I wanted you to have so you get something to eat and drink.” Reaching down into a pocket with that free hand, money had made its way out of one hand and into another. “Use it, okay?” He knew how Kim didn’t like it when he thought of her more than of himself, almost like letting himself die first before him. If there was any other way to go with, Kim would give back his offer but it wasn’t going to happen as he had business to attend to and may not come back for a while now. “I know, I know, I should be using it myself but you’re just as important.” It was true.

Quite frankly, Kim couldn’t exactly say that her brother was all that bad. He had always considered the outcomes of most things and had little plans and tiny hideaways for Kim to go by in order to use her own powers how it would fit her while in a tight fix of the sort. “Thank you, Soong-hyung. I appreciate it. So, will you be careful? Please, no big fighting scenes, okay? Alright?” It wasn’t all of her to be such a worrywart for the one and only other relative and brother in her. Taking him in for all he was, a thing Kim had to follow after most of her life as it went for her brother. “Bae-yah, don’t do anything inane!” This was a point that had to be exposed because he was one to get into heavy trouble right on the spot. Tightening her fingers on his hands slightly before letting go, Kim gave him a stern look before making a way to an empty seat. There, Kim could wait on Bae to come back while sipping down a drip or two and maybe get some food for the both of them while they were in the club.

Smiling inwardly but enough for Kim to see, Bae bowed his head to her, noting that he’d be careful on his way to see the big boss. “I will be. Thank you for worrying about me so much.” As he watched her become quite acquainted with the seat underneath her bottom, his face grimaced, a line emitting itself upon his face. Once turning around, he knew exactly where to head. Already heading up the stairs and standing on the second floor, it was slightly quieter here but not too much. For a reason, he had to follow his instincts and be careful of his steps while making it to one more floor, which was the last and third one. Really, it was easy to find as it was only just one room that couldn’t be avoided and standing before it were a pair of bodyguards; Bae seemed impressed for the moment until he got a sudden urge to get at it but it couldn’t happen here and not yet. “I’m here to see your boss, Zeng, was it?” Yeah, he was here for the right reason but for his main purpose, had it been right to assume so?

Now, waiting ever so patiently was the ever-so loving Kim. She, out of all of them, had been bored by how everything had gone to shambles then recreated itself all over again. This had her mind going for a moment until someone called her out of what had been going on the inside of her mind. Thinking of it to be her brother, a smile quickly went on and came off her face as one of the many Mystic males here tried a shot at her. Really, Kim wasn’t all into it at all and sat there, eyes glaring at something else with an intense stare. At first, Kim thought that being here was a colossal mistake but if Bae had something to deal with here, Kim could deal with it. As one approached and began to speak, Kim raised her hand, easily putting her lexis up first. “Sorry, I’m not interested. Go away, please.” Never meaning to be too cruel, it was how it had to be so that she could think on her own. Besides, she had no interest in anyone here yet. All that really had to be thought upon was of her brother, Bae. No one else seemed to make her spark an upset in her mind.

‘Bae-yah, are you being careful now?’

‘Kim-ah, still be innocent by the time I come back.’

[Jamainme]

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Bae, a poet at times and to a point, believed himself to be less startled by the doors opening apart to let him go on the inside. No, that was frankly not the point of his surprised face at all. It was merely on the fact that he held a superiority that he could feel from the outside; a parent-like feeling came from it but that wasn’t all that intention, now, was it? Of course, not, but that could just be his mental case talking here, which could be heard by the other and then again, there were times that learning about one without the need to pry could be all for the better. Too bad that was for the later once the vocals of all go for broke. His mother, a psychic in a strange way, always had her way of communicating to him when he was younger. Her voice was lost in the void at times due to a scar that scratched the underlining her neck but that did not cause her to be fragile of life itself and of its dangers. Hell, she had him and Kim. What else could he say about the Mother except for that he was grateful of her struggle to have the both of them.

Lining his fingers up and running them across his forehead, letting his face be free of loose strands that may fall in front of his eyes, he took his careful walks forward towards the Governor of the Mystic City. Oh, how it was a pleasure to meet the man himself. Morally, the first thing to grab his attention was the dot that adorned Zeng’s forehead. Yeah, Bae should have been paying attention to his mannerisms but he couldn’t help on what his mind wanted to see at the time. It may had hit hard or slightly to ease his progressive ogling but Kim found it to be very darling in an odd way but that was him. Obstructing his eyes to circle, roll over, and check out the one in control, Kim could say that he didn’t appear so off centered, though, he could see it in plain sight. Everyone was like that; no conceptual exceptions can be taken for anything else. Ha, that’s when his mind kicked right into natural order. Bowing for a few seconds, there was no need to introduce himself for his own being had been found out not too long ago; the same went for Zeng.

Could it be that the feeling was mutual already? “Haha, mind not someone who may not have a need to meet you, though, the rudeness has to be excused because of the estranged shyness that one can have before meeting someone. She may come to soon enough but as of now, my business is only with the likes of you.” Damn, how literate in the head can you be with someone with an absolute mental and stable intelligence. Really, this is against his own religion but, once faltering on a line where the border doesn’t fall into his favor, Bae will consent to obeying rules until something pops to him as a loophole. Other than that, he’ll just have to sit back, learn how to behave, and be the gentleman that his mom taught him how to be before putting eyes on his father. “How does one contract business with no voice but with such a steady mind? It’s almost unheard of, you know. Oh, yes, of course! Zealous fortunes have fallen upon you unlike some of us.”

Grounds will never be kissed so sweetly by his words. Bae, a strong-willed man born to understand and never underestimate his own competition, strides slowly into a battle that can or can’t be won with brute force, words, or unnatural powers that should belong to the Almighty God himself. “You’re an existent and living being of actuality; do humans make you fear the fact that all Mystics can be caught one day if living like them doesn’t work as a capable plan? No answers are needed; speaking out my words is how I work my lips into not saying something so trivial. By the way, your appearance entices me nonetheless. Rather sexy, no?” Known to be careful and something of a flirt but nothing like a man-whore, Bae will follow of what his mind said right then, not waiting for the later. That was too much for him in the least. Thinking was the last matter to show up on his mind. Bae, rather bizarre in his own way, had some uniqueness following him like it was his reputation; that pride in him cared less, really.

Zealously, his mind was thinking of more things than one at this time and it shouldn’t have been on what his little sister was doing and hoping for the fact that she wasn’t harassed by someone who she couldn’t handle on her own. This was a little thing that had set him apart from others. He worried a lot for his little sibling that was one the only person in the world left that was still related to him. Everyone else has become nonexistent and he can’t seem to deal with the fact that his darling Kim won’t be around for much longer. Dragging out their little bother and sister relationship is all he can do before she can find a lover of her own that can support her own matters in more ways than one. Bae believed in the fact that he loved Kim but he couldn’t coerce himself to actually take her in anyway. It was just wrong. For him, every other love is fine to explore on certain or kinky basis. Bae will just have to be a careful person. He won’t what will try to get him until way later.

“Have you ever blown someone away with your uncanny yet phenomenon sense of beauty and grace?”

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From the time Kim’s brother left to go take care of some business, she’s been dealing with the foolish people of the establishment that have either been drunk, arrogant in their looks, and a bit too off of the top when they approached her. A nose knew when something wasn’t right about someone. Too bad her sense of smell but her natural sixth sense helped her see through those that have other intentions to do her some kind of sexual wrong but one of them would become rather consistent if left alone but as of for now, her time was being left for her to enjoy. Rolling those slim fingers along the silver lining of the glass that sat in front with its liquid shaking from the center to the surrounding container as its volume crowded up the space. The music was pumping, people of all kinds and ages were getting it on, Mystics were leaving to go to others room and so on and so forth. Kim could say that she was the least bit interested especially by the ways the guys were acting immorally with just throwing their pelvis around and everything. It was just . . . Ew!

“This place is crazy; so many people have been crowded into one space and expect to get some action from little girls that belong here. I don’t seem to quite fit in myself. I feel so out of place.” Her voice spread throughout the area; vacancy had no losing position in her mind. All she had to do was wait for her time to come and then she could leave. “Obvious musk fills the air; how unnatural can this place get before rows of creatures file out with one another curling their phalanges around someone they have never seen before? Even that makes me question of quaint-like societies like these.” Kim’s philosophy, unlike Bae’s, was based on observation, remarks, regards, sayings, and many intellectual thoughts that ran through her mind more than it did for her brother. Well now, by then, she has found her seating to be rather uncomfortable as any oncoming males try their luck on her whenever the chance is workable. Finishing off her drink, she stood up and began her walk away from the dreaded table to a more secluded area or to some less packed room.

Crossing here and there to get through the crowd, Kim almost found it hard to navigate from point A to point B and had to make a cut in between somewhere. As she was doing so, Kim came running across those that resembled to be more in control and human than most. Trying to get by them as quickly as she could, Kim accidentally stumbled forward, easily falling against someone else. The first instinct for anyone to do was to grab whatever was close to them and their clinging fingers. With closed eyes, the sensation on Kim’s hands felt so corporeal yet so independently soft to the touch. Clenching down unto it a bit more, she waited to get her footing before staring up in to whoever she had run into. “Oh my, I am s-. . .” Once her darken eyes had laid their view on the being she had fell on, every sense in her body suddenly erupted. This being before her was nothing more than a faun. An actual faun. It was a living creature and existent among the living even to this day. “My God. . .” She was entranced by this protruding male.

Faun, now in sight, was adorable to her in a whole new and entirely different way. Her kinkiness was definitely getting in her way at this moment as her whole body shook a bit; lips quivered at the simple sight and touch of the lovely Faun. Oh, how she just wanted to orgasm right then and there. She hadn’t been this excited since the time she and her brother kissed not too long ago. It was long awaited but this was so much better than anything in the world at this moment. There it was, sitting alongside the love for her dear, caring brother, Bae. From supposed shoulders to the horns that adorned the male’s head, she was reluctant to feeling them first. Merely running her fingers at the tip of them, this was when her reality checked in, kicking her in the a** to wake her up. It felt so unreal but it was really there and everything and she just couldn’t deny the feeling. . . For a moment. “I’m so sorry.” Kim apologized, making sure that the taller male heard her before she pulled her hands back to her side.

Bowing in respect to one that could be many years her senior, Kim was quick to make her disappearance unknown and to wait for a response from her brother until then. That whole moment that happened no longer than an instance ago made her knees go completely weak. Never in the world had she hoped to see something so gorgeous. A creature of that estranged stature hadn’t appealed to her until now. Even though, from the looks of it, the Faun didn’t seem to be so awfully dressed up, the whole fact that she saw and fell against one during pure luck was like a blessing to her. Fetishes were weird to have but that was just something she had never gotten over when she was younger. Upon going to a fair or something to see and pet some animals, Kim had paid special attention to those that had horns that curled in or outward. No matter what it was, it definitely got the love from dear Kimmy. Her curiosity has always been a mystery to her but by finding this out, her true view may change on what she really wants and sees.

Simply enough, the Faun was just magically orgasmic; that is what she saw in her eyes and no one else.

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Working hips gyrated to the sounds of the beat; fingers played against the invisible and endless waves of air that fluttered about the play; hair swayed from side to side, showing off its genuine locks and strands; each muscle moved close to about one third of its real potential, though it has been hard to see through shrouded clothes. In the back room, many came for the sensual need to feel up on one another, to touch another, and be there in more ways than one. A dance could be possible to the soft words the exit from soft, luscious pink lips and never left the room. Only those within it could hear its monotonous rhythm and slow, changing patterns from inappropriate situations and feelings to physical, moral intimacy. This was how it was suppose to be. The outer world had tended to be overbooked, overworked, and overused. Sometimes, one needed a time to come and relax and take a load off for a while. So, why not come to the only natural room with greenery, gently scenes, and places to lie on and be comfortable with another in secrecy.

Did many know that people react to their mentality more than their physical attributes just by hearing words and sounds? That was how it was in this small, Asian room filled with aromas that were appealing to the senses and more. There, sitting at the back of the room, far away from the door, was a gracious beauty that was crossed with a heavy burden and lifestyle from the regular world but had the experience that went even beyond the knowing years of its former and older life. Though, it wouldn’t even seem apparent since the fatal creature itself never tended to be a harm to anyone, not even to itself. Looking at its neck, it clearly showed that it was a male with feminine yet defined handsomeness. Many could wonder why it doesn’t wander the crowd and have its own pick of the litter. Well, that’s not a satyr like this one rolled. For him, it was a sensuality of another that would pull him up on their level until he was like putty in their hands. It didn’t take long to arouse one but easy to set off its turn on switch. It’s all in the eyes, really; looks make it happen.

Master of visual vibes, the satyr song a little bit to get people in the mood but it wasn’t in English, though. Japanese was the way to go. Even though it wasn’t French, the language of love, it seemed so much better for this situation. “Boku no hoshi, Watashi wa anata ga hoshii, anata nashi, mitai mo.” Stringing at the guitar, the satyr was careful to not pluck the wrong ones or the feelings would become absolutely lost in a euphoria of unwanted feelings and the like. Gently twanging each string with one unusual finger at time. Sometimes, two were involved, but that was at the max. The theme for the night was a lovely sky blue, which matched along with his daring outfit. It went along with the male satyr all too well but that was how it was supposed to be. No one could pay any mind to him if he wasn’t here entirely. Strange thing about Mystics is that you learn something new about them every time. “Kiite kudasai, watashi ni hanasemasu ka? Kisu shite? Kimi wo ai shiteru.” By this time, nobody would seem to notice if the male ever left at all. Ha, like they’d know.

Lips clearly stated that they were missing out on some action, too, but being the one of the biggest man whores in this club wouldn’t make any searches easy. Hell, everyone would come for some action from the satyr since they hold such a high place in the sex chains. It was even higher than that of the humans, which would countered as odd but it was infinitely true to a certain standard but everyone should know about here, especially in Mystic City. Once done, the satyr let the last strings play for a moment in silence until each one had quiet down. Gently placing the instrument on the ground beside him, the satyr straightened himself up, took a glimpse around the room, found old and new faces, and then let out a snicker to himself, noting on how everyone loved the thing called sex. Opposites attract; the same sex just proved to be an effortless way of getting some while not having to worry about getting pregnant or anything dumb like that. It was lovely to just listen to the sounds in the room. It was arousing, of course, but it wasn’t enough.


Eunwook, the satyr, needed a bit more than this; either gender is fine.


Over the years, the rather young-looking yet old male has gotten sexier with strenuous aging. Beauty wasn’t even a concept to him until he finally matured. Eunwook had finally grown into a stage where it was appropriate to show his face, which was an amazing feeling to him but what didn’t cut it was that the satyr was attacked by all kinds of predators that wanted its body for more than one thing but thank the heavens that Eunwook was prepared for such a ridiculous encounter with horny males and females; who wanted a baby mama at this time and age of his life? s**t, not him, that’s for sure! Rolling elongated fingers, nails included, through the silky mane known to be his hair that cascaded down to his lower back, the satyr male went to licking his lips once more, easily smelling out several people that could be his prey of the night but he couldn’t make it to be something like that. Eunwook couldn’t go out there looking for just some booty call, though, that was kind of what he was when someone really worth it wanted him.


“Mm, someone smells really good. I wonder who it may belong to, haha..”

[Jamainme]

Let each [piece],
Be peeled,
Sliced,
And [curled] into luscious perfection,

Each dripping drop,
[Juices] all alike,
||Taste|| ever bittersweet,
So delicious in actual nature.

XOXO_+_+_+_+_+_+_+OXOX

Whoever made you, my lovely shindai, must be a genius!

Aimlessly dreaming of the next day to be real, deep, peaceful sighs escaped colored lips that remained closed to the world’s fascist comments and intuitive of being right and demented all at the same time. Miraculously, nothing seemed out of the ordinary as skies stayed dark and the moon slowly melted down into the horizon that blocked its lovely chances of shining until the later of the next night. Soon arising over the other edge was naught but the sun itself, ready to heave its load of work by simplifying rays to those in scarcity of each shining light of hope. Everyday seemed to be a blessing of hope, vanity, prosperity and definite happiness that could easily end in desperation but that wasn’t no one’s case but their own and possibly others that joined in on the fun. Still cooing into bizarre daylight, the birds chirped for a morning hymn as others had their time of enjoying each note or despising it for waking personal interests away from diluted dreams. Hey, many people had preferences of what to like, love, and loathe.

Not a good handful of organisms were morning beings like most that can’t wait for the dashing of the coming days ahead. Intellectual differences concluded each estrange human, animal, and any other species to being classified as notable constancies with genetic expositions lying deep with in the carcass of each live and dead feral. Just like cilia, phalanges rolled about a detailed visage full of chocolate coloring; reminding the world how one acted like its own organelles, optics fluttered open and gazed at each individual surrounding that mostly presented to be inanimate or just unreal in a sense to be called reality. Left and right, those liquefied pupils sought for all it could before having a higher view of all it could see in the area. Daring hair, short and to the point, clung to the head for dear life of possibly falling down to its death; nails, managed and scoured perfectly, were diving at the scalp, scratching at the hair ends that grounded into the skin one by one. The morning was a start but could it be close to be the end already?

Water dripped from the ajar canvas and let itself rest against a body only to have the globules fall to the floor and into a drain for further uses later one. It was like having rain plummet down from the skies above and down unto the earth to relinquish those of thirst, famine, and heat strokes. Cooling was a process a body knew how to do to keep the body alive unless a tissue or cell formula had been damaged or destroyed. Continuously, the sun had risen more and more into the sky but it wasn’t halfway through the horizon just as of yet. Now, completely each step perfectly, feet stamped down stairways, through a kitchen, out into the exposed humanity that replaced its technology of naturalism long ago. Beautifully disguised as itself, the earth knew no bounds and held no personal hatred for each or any being that walked on its dirt since all could be considered typical in the eyes it could’ve possessed if personification wasn’t more than a word but realism itself. But that discussion ended up landing as a later time to deal with it.

Teeth bit down into the seaweed that had been picked up before the departure of the home. With a bag slung over the right shoulder, feet had gotten its paced figured out as and before the sun started to begin another rising to the top. Still, the end of it kept hitting down on the poor horizon but there was nothing else to do but watch it do so or have a run along empty streets. Racing many corners and empty crossways with police on tail just in case someone got out of line, the time to reach the school was most important and how long would it be before getting a swing for some keys, hmm? A second year of teaching at Takahashi meant more learning experiences for her; time was spent on getting along with epochs of all kinds until a motion was understood between the two parties. Short, carroty strands of hair waved in the wind blowing in the opposite direction of where the body was coming to in the first place. Now, the smell was closer than before and all of it was necessarily ending as all came to a stop once sight had been set on the grand building.

I-I made it to Takashi Gakuen High!

Prepped for the day with a set of keys, rules, a map, and the room number of where she was to sleep in, which was number A-105. Happy with assets in possession, this one was quick to scamper away from the receptionist’s desk and up the stairs or stairway to the room that happened to be on the first floor. The selection was nice as a smile ringed out those lips, making an expression of cheerfulness even deeper than it already was. Jingling in hand, the key lied in a pocket to be safe, even though the walk wasn’t too much and there had the body ended up in a room that was also housing another individual known by the name of Yasashii, Hina. Wasn’t that an interesting label for a roomie? Well, enough of that! Entering the room with its own required permission from itself and the chief upfront, the figure claimed the room and bed it wanted for its own usage and undressed from there as the clothes it wore were nothing but supposed pajamas.

“Time to dress up, Hajime!”

Merely, this lovesome woman, tanned of a different color that considered her of being black or considered as one, pranced out of the room she had dressed in and appeared in front of a mirror in her full attire. Fully clad in a black suit that suited her person along with a white collared shirt that was buttoned up and covered by the black jacket. Slacks, long and lengthy, reached to her feet as to not be represented as high waters due to the fashion craze of many years ago and to come. Tossing on a pair of black shades to appear somewhat dignified in the moniker of keeping furtive hints to herself and pairing it off with polished shoes gave her that finishing appeal of looking extra sharp right then and there. Designated for the first day after showering and getting dolled up for her students she hoped to see in various futures. Oh, she forgot to get a view of the school! Key in hand, Yoshida, Hajime rushed out the door and out into the open sunshine that was warm and caring but that wasn’t what got her actual focus. There was naught in the air.

Immediately, she left the room. She had been overdue to her first class for some time now since her appearance had just come to be. Rarely does she ever bother to be there for the presentations as she headed straight for the training room and set-up for her arrival of bright and non-frightful students that are ready to partake in such an intriguing year of fisticuffing it and so on and so forth. Surely, there would be no hardships from any boys or girls once they enter the room. Being sure to completely pass by anyone that would come by her way or greet her in a fashion, Hajime was careful of her steps as she knew herself all too well. Talking has been a part of her since she was little and it wouldn’t be all that great to get all caught up in a conversation and be late even more. Strolling on down the hallway, maybe giving a bow here and there, she was able to say in her mind that she made it to the according room that was assigned for her to teach in. Hopefully, Yoshida here won’t run the bill up by destroying everything alongside her students.

Quietly, as if trying to be a ninja wasn’t all that obvious, she placed her slim hands on the door, slowing in and exhaling the air from her nose before deciding to push the doors open. Not to her surprise, it was a bit full of some students that had already made it on the inside. “Oh, ohayo gozaimasu! Gomen nasai. Watashi wa osoi desu. So osoi desu. Chotto matte kudasai. ” Bowing just for a moment, Hajime made a quick way to the office that she was assigned to be in, which won’t happen too often since she’d be interacting with each and every one of her students to outstretch their abilities and to make sure that no one can kill each other with their own hands. She knew how hard that would be to explain to everyone else if that happened. Hell, it would be her a** if this was to go down like that and she couldn’t let it be for the sake of her job! She’d have to be careful and calm at all times, if she can. This year, these kids can be and act like whoever they want to be.

Translation:

Shindai = Bed

Oh, ohayo gozaimasu! = Oh, good morning!

Gomen nasai. = I'm sorry.

Watashi wa osoi desu. = I'm late.

So osoi desu. = So very late.

Chotto matte kudasai. = Wait a minute, please.

[Jamainme]

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Staring closely only to gaze at those lips that appealed to smirking out his appalling words may have changed the aspect of what the Governor thought about him, which was good enough for him. Bae, at times, could say things that would never come to mind ever again. Thoroughly speaking, this one Korean boy could be smart beyond all reason but his whole process of mind was totally different than everyone else. Not many people may succumb to languages that involved difficult speaking but this was on a totally uncommon situation; daringly scrambling for words while not stumbling on any of them may be hard times for constantly twisting tongues but Bae could say otherwise. Dark brown psychedelics rolled about the premises while the fingers unbuttoned his coat, soon letting it drape on his arms until he passed unto a small, empty stand not too far from him. Folding and placing it down before making his approach to the other older male in a black and gray squared plaid vest-like shirt, Bae could call himself to be ready for duty.

Fingers stretched out and forward a little bit, letting the male of a younger age lean over the one sitting down in the comfy chair. Bae was testing his limits but he was being sure that going too far wasn’t the first thing on his list. He had to show that his limits were and could be just as restrained as the other. Of course, a male like him knew what he wanted when sudden urges arrived. Yeah, he had them, too, and wouldn’t dare try to keep it all under wraps. Whenever Bae found his urges to be quaffing underneath him, he can do nothing else but try to rid of it by doing something rather small. Maybe going about giving a small kiss to his sister would do it but if someone else has overwhelming pheromones, Bae won’t back down from it. Hell, he’ll try to go and have some of it. A way a man rolled is in his motioned steps, how his body language communicates with others, and how their tongues can pull whoever they talk to closer to them with only a simple sway of their elegant grace. People these days, though, were losing their touch altogether.

“Each individual carries a different taste; still are the eyes that down on something as visible as yourself. We all have foolish intentions, you know that, right? Well, of course, you do. I don’t expect to see your intelligence lower like ours have.” Softly, as if he would be touching a porcelain doll, Bae supported one side of is body with his left arm while he reached out his right, letting his slim phalanges brush against Zeng’s face. “As supple as that of silk; I very much like the texture of skin. Rather a mystery how someone else’s outsides can make desires rush to the head as if they were made to be there the whole time. We are simple creatures, after all, are we not?” How could it not be true? Every last one of them happened to have been simple in the mind at times but it was the pleasures of the Earth that made so many things worthwhile and worth the time and effort to completely achieve. This was a fact and Bae had fitted in it entirely and without much work. Why deny rights to being able to have such doable dreams or fantasies that could be reality.

At first, he was going to say something but his lips remained tightly closed, a smirk taking place of the words that he wanted to say out loud. Moving his hand back to his side and on top of the chair arms that he rested himself on, Bae moved in a bit closer, being sure to take in all the features that were plastered on his face. Surely enough, he believed that Zeng was actually sexy looking, though, he had stated that earlier on. It was really honest thinking more than anything else. But would anybody believe that Bae wouldn’t be letting his horniness get the best of him or anything, though, that couldn’t be the case since Bae was so secured about how he acted around others. Careful breathing as to not let his frightening breath go any closer to the other, though, he made sure to keep it from getting nasty but no one could never know what could set off someone these days. “Well, there’s nothing about me that makes my speech so enthralling but I’m that it has impressed you thus far, though, I'm not high class. Seems rather inane, eh?”

Lips, so close that the two could be seen as almost kissing one another, nearly fell against another pair but was careful in keeping a few centimeters in between each other, meaning that their touch wasn’t there but the near sensation was; Bae fondled with others before but he wondered where his luck could lead him now. He met others like that beforehand. Sadly, none of them were even worth his own time, which sadden him slightly. Bae, unfortunately, knew what he was expecting and didn’t proceed on with anyone else; Kimmy may have been the only one that got him stirring but that has been it by far. Maybe, if he tried his luck here, Bae may see some connection between himself and the Governor. Connections can be easily lost but he just wanted a little taste of what his desires can bring right out of him. No matter what happened now. At this moment, he would give some of his matters up just to see where he would land whether it would be on his feet or on his knees. Bae had to choose a side; lips were still closing in on the others already. Could it be that?

“Beautiful, cunning, sly, intelligent, and graceful; that may be how I describe you. ”

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How unfortunate was it for her to be so clumsy? This may have been her chance to talk to a Faun but this was only by accidental coincidence but she couldn’t say that she wasn’t glad about having this chance to speak out to him. But right now, she would love to make her own acting self disappear from sight but there was no way for her to get out of the crowd or to leave the Faun’s gaze. For Kim, it was so enticing, entrancing, and had an enthusiastic pull on her that couldn’t maker her look away or to anything or one else that came to her side unless it had to be Bae but even he seemed to be busy at the moment. Little Kim here might not stay innocent for long as a simple bump into an existing and loving creature could prove to make an acquaintance turn into a long term relationship. She has looked into each one beforehand but wanted to know more about them through external experience, not through the sources on the internet. That just wasn’t enough for her. Oh no, not for Kim. She had to take the next step, which was a bit more personal to her.

Down in the pits of her body, Kim could feel herself heat up, and that wasn’t a good thing. Feeling as if she was the one at fault, Kim felt more in turn to apologize to him and at least offer him a drink to say that she never meant to do any harm or to make such a move on his horns that just called her out, wanting to be touched by her hands, though, they couldn’t really speak for themselves. But man was she falling for the Faun already. She needed her attention to focus on something else. Didn’t he speak to her? Why, of course! Kim had to confirm her position on where she was now. “I’m so sorry, and I have no idea of where I am. I had to get away from a few perverts that were coming unto me earlier on. Would you mind if I, you know, stayed close to you for a bit? If I follow you, I’ll be able to map a way around here unless I’m a bother to you.” By clinging close to somebody’s side, Kim could slip by others and maybe get her grounds of this club all in a tiny take or so. This won’t put a burden on the Faun, she hoped. There was no need for her going in too deep.

Before Kim even knew it, she was being comforted by another Mystic. Quickly rolling her eyes to the person that placed their hand on her slender shoulder, she peered down slightly only to see the cutest Mystic she had ever seen in her whole life. The hair was long and gorgeous; lips were small but endearing; body petite yet appealing; the face was, by far, adorable and just so gentle on the eyes and those deepening pools just made Kim want to lose herself within them for a moment or so. “Oh, I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” Smiling at the young Mystic with amusement and intriguing stares. Never had Kim laid eyes on another that was blindly charming; deception could be a thing many would tend to stay away from but how could she tend to leave from someone so sweet-looking, huh? Kim just couldn’t help herself when she reached out her hand and touched the Mystic’s face, gently pinching at the cheek. “Aren’t you cute! I would never expect a young girl like yourself to be in some place like this. You know, even I don’t belong here myself.” This was true, of course.

Noticing her position within an unknown place and without her brother, Bae, to guide her with his enticing actions, Kim had to go about thinking and working for herself, giving thoughts to her brain that has been slow in the works for quite some time now. Cooperative mainly on one’s own would be her main trance of processing her own thoughts but as of late, it is starting to load up images of the Faun and the lovely, little, Mystic child. Such an organism could not exist in itself to be but this was true. Too bad that Kim couldn’t pick up any of the thoughts that the child had on her. Of course, she was really tall, slim, pretty, innocent, and had an airy accent about herself, Kim just couldn’t help but to find this younger one to be so soft, fragile, darling, petite, and just so cute in the face; she’d rather free the little one as if it was a butterfly than see it deflowered by some undeserving other. Justice isn’t enough to make a say-so, though. Maybe one day, if she could, Kim would surely love to hang out with this Mystic. Just for one day.

Quaintly putting this up just to be safe, there was one thing that she was forgetting about but it wouldn’t easily slip her mind. Okay, maybe for one or two times but not for much more. “You’re kind of cute, too, you know? Well, quite lovely, really.” When she had spoken this to the Faun, eyes upon him, of course, Kim faced her feet. Cheeks suddenly flushed over with tints of hot pink coloring her face, obviously showing her flustered interest in the Faun itself. Weird at times, a girl like this flirted with the edges of her shyness, making sure that the steps are small and never too big where the male could take advantage of it, though, it can happen to whomever in this world nowadays. No one knew why it swiftly came to be like this but it came just like that and how can something this extraneous subsist as naught? Odd was the word in this day and age, right? Each one persisted to try and be its own being but how can it be so when thievery of one’s name and identity can be stolen right from their hands just like that, huh?

“By the way, my name is Kim. What are your names, if I may be able to ask so of you two.”

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Lips smacked together in a simple yet quiet unison; bodies rubbed against each other, finding one another to be alluring; wanting to become one for just a night never seemed quite like anything else they could feel in their lives. It was a deepening pleasure that one had to go about looking for his or herself. Of course, there was sorrow, sadness, anger, angst, and other silly emotions that flooded the way to absolute happiness but, then again, can people actually deserve the right and privilege to be completely and utterly blissful? Well, no, not exactly. Each one of them is a sin to themselves and to everyone else, no matter how one may tend to look at it. Some of them, though, turned to being rather deceitful in their own looks, believing to be more than just human made but going on beyond that to say that they are godly in more ways than one. Really, many can find that uproarious with how they could think of it to be like that. Well, someone knew how it kindled many to follow the leader even though naught had been tagged as such.

Eunwook’s eyes rolled over to the closed entrance, wondering what was banging on the outside of the room. Of course, this was a soundproof area where no sound could go out but anything else could come by for a simple moment or so but not for a second more. Crawling up unto his feet and to the door while everyone else had become lost in another’s psychedelics, he tilted his head to the side a bit, translucent hues of blue hair swaying to whichever direction that cranium moved; feathery-like ears flicked at the light sounds bumping from the other side of the door. There was no silhouetting shadow or any loud voices that pierced through this room full of imagery. All in all, this place was like an old solitude to everything but this satyr was wondering about the outside since he’s been gripping others into a sensual form of intercourse. Sighing inwardly, he looked back at those engaged in their secret affairs before deciding to go out. Besides, after singing for a few hours or so, he needed a drink or two. Who knows; maybe he might score tonight.

Door as transparent as the light itself which illuminated the room, the satyr passed through it like a fish did through voluminous water. Now stepping into the party, people were making their ways around to other rooms and to the popping dance floor that was down his right direction. Dark, incandescent, golden-yellow orbs glanced from side to side, taking in some of the Mystics that were scramming around with another in playful or sexual ways. Oh, this was just turning him on but he knew better than to just simply strike at whoever came his way. He had to be more formal about it as is the way of the satyr before taming any beast in bed. Now, as anyone could see, his horns were slightly different than those cornering him left and right. They stood and pointed out like miniature statues, almost looking like they could be broken at any moment due to their esthetic fragility. Well, that’s not particularly true for this satyr. Hard like encrusted diamonds, they’re more damaging then they look. In the human world, these are valuable pieces of work worth millions.


“Very explicit; tonight’s just another party.”


Satyrs don’t usually ornate their heads with decorate things most of the time so, if one knew about Eunwook, they would ask about the ornaments that bejeweled against his ears. Putting it down straight, the on a satyr, just like any other Mystical creature that stayed within the city walls, had sensitive ears. Not having to be working here for a long time, Eunwook has still been unaccustomed to the heavy music that always played in the larger rooms where the young and single, old and married, senior and divorced came to mingle beside the crowds to find their likes. Ha, it was really something to look at and yet, just look at him. He was doing the same thing but for moral intentions, though. Does that still make him slightly different than the rest of them? Hell no! Eunwook still has thoughts, too! Just like everyone else, he was a being that had every meaning to have what he wanted. No one can deny him of that. The satyr, at this point, though, was only looking for a hardcore drink. No sexual pun intended, thank you!

Turning to his right, he began his walk down the hallway. Coming a bit closer to the Starlight Room, he seemed to be catching unto a couple of familiar scents. One of them he knew very well. Visiting this certain someone wouldn’t hurt now, would it? Now, as he made his walk by the others in the club, he made notes of those that could be possible conclusions for his night but, then again, he has had sexless nights before, which is a rather unknown sentiment since the satyrs loved sex almost more than anything else. Well, Eunwook had his own lists of morals. Guessing that some could be caught later on, he walked on down until he got to the entrance of the Starlight Room, he believed it to be read as and looked down the way to find that someone. With eyes set on the person he smelled before, he went through the people crowding in and out and slowly drew his lips against gentle, human-like ears. Yes, he was right. Eunwook knew it to be him and just wanted to pop up and just say a little something to him.


“Robert, you seem to be a bit more lustful tonight. I like that about you.”

[Jamainme]

Let each [piece],
Be peeled,
Sliced,
And [curled] into luscious perfection,

Each dripping drop,
[Juices] all alike,
||Taste|| ever bittersweet,
So delicious in actual nature.

XOXO_+_+_+_+_+_+_+OXOX

"

Don't make me seep my walls of displeasure. Kuso. . ."
Oh, the throbbing pain was beginning to be too much to bear and the day hadn't even started yet. How could it get any worse? Oh yes, by becoming the teacher of a class where battling was the high cost of doing most of their grading, this would exemplify Yoshida's efforts of being 'inactive' for a long period in total vain. Already, unpretentious hands were gripping at the clothes in her hands, almost wanting to tear each piece into smaller threads but that couldn't be the case. For being so young due to a fairing satyr's standards, it's not enough to have easy control over a sex-controlled beast but what is there for her to do other than to deal with it? Well, controversy has it that two minds can have a mental conversation on who can keep the daylight. At school it'd be half and half while out in the dark and during open hours, it would depend on their attitudes. Both Yoshida and the satyr have been battling with each other for a while but just putting it simply, their relationship is rather complex.

Daring to ram her eyes from side to side, dilating the difference of views from corner to corner, her balance was caught back into reality. How long had she been dwelling in this hole? For a minute or two? Maybe five at the most? She didn't know but it was time for an exit out of the closed up space known as her office. Yoshida, finally stripping out of the suit she was in and slipping into a pair of black shorts that stopped at the knees and a gray T-shirt that had the sleeves ripped off. Putting down the sunglasses and sitting in the soften chair to put on her tennis shoes, Yoshida ruffled with her hair for a moment, trying effortlessly to calm the nerves in her system. In the air, she could smell the changes. Burning pretenses and melting constipations made her weak in the heart, stomach, and mind; a relief was needed. Silence maybe, though. It may seem like so much to take on a first day but after times slowly goes by there will be no need for her to hide underneath others just to escape this pandemonium of hers.

Thrown danger; Yoshida had been ready to face the students for awhile now. It was time for her to step on out and make her approach to them. Confronting her deafening silence with elegant strides of cheerful pride, she stepped from the confinement known as her office and introduced her form to the others on the outside, those younger than her with more untrained talent just waiting to be formed into something great. Sighing, Yoshida stood before them, presenting them with a woman of stature and prized angst. Oh no, she definitely had forgotten what she had wanted to say to them. Merely standing there to concentrate on what was to come; Yoshida was at a practical standstill until a little human doll popped into mind. Grabbing and picking it up by the neck, letting it stand up in the middle of the air before dropping it but at that instant, she had knocked the head right off of its neck. The students murmured for a moment or so while she picked it up and showed it off to them.

"From here on, this is what your opponent will be trying to make of you: a headless punching bag. Here, you are going to learn how to control your strengths, learn your weaknesses, form your powers, become evasive, and master some styles of self-defense. Understand that this is not for the faint of heart. If this isn't for you, I give you a chance to sign out now." Nearly thirty seconds had passed and no one had faltered, which she started to like a lot. "Alright then, since that is settled. My name is Yoshida, Hajime and I am going to be your teacher for the following year. Make good grades, come to class, and be courteous to others when fighting and we'll have no problems here." Letting the head roll about the floor once it was released, she took a quick head count before going off to begin setting up for today. It was a stronghold punching bag that would begin the session of the semester. "Who wants to show me what they got first? First try: five seconds." This had been a standard and it was to find where most of them stood.

Inside of her, butterflies were churning the organs, making them twitch in discomfort. Oh yes, she could sense a fight coming on and it would seem more than likely that it would turn out to be intense. That side of her liked it vivaciously extreme. There was no doubt about it but she had a class to teach. His darling love for fights would have to come later. Children in this day and age needed education and all the satyr wanted was a good lay or bad a** fights. But there was a catch to the other that wasn't leading her unto its feelings or anything like that at all. For years, the satyr had lived with itself in existence but within cold depths of the frozen tundra. Driven and decimating more than enough humans to keep them away from their clan, this satyr had seen enough of the frozen land. Letting tradition go and joining his mind into exploring the world, the satyr left it all for just to see what was out there and it liked it but at a later time, it paid a price for doing so. Each time for its appearance in the human world, it was bound to a body; a child at that.

What was she expecting to see from here on out? Rain, as it could clearly be imagined, dripped down her face in an expression to show her exaggerated lassitude; embers ignited from the inside of her neck, glowing where the pharynx and larynx were located; frozen ice clung to her pores that stuck up in the air; blood ran down the sides of her legs, coloring the dark space underneath her in a pool of crimson liquid while everything else around her remained white. As each pupil widen with speculation, both psychedelics stared into the white iris of the other, outlining the structure of who lied within her being. Yoshida knew who it was. Holding that same complexion while ogling her down with a glazed manifestation, she felt like she could have seen into those eyes, peered into its soul, zealously finding out what made that being ticked but it was closed. Merely a daydream neurosis, Yoshida shook her head from it and went over to stand beside the hanging punching bag, waiting for the first to come. There were volunteers but who would be it?

Just so damn evil these wicked reveries were to her but it didn't matter, Yoshida had this to take her mind off of it but it would always return. It always did. That same image seemed to repeat itself whenever it could and whenever the timing seemed right enough for it to do so. Sweating already before getting to the good parts of the first day, it would go about just like this for awhile and then disappear when it wanted to but that was alright. She needed to learn how to be stronger anyway. "Tokidoki kyo wa kudasai! Kono mono ga iranai." This was good enough. A student would take the time to be first then everyone else would follow behind him or her. It didn't matter which one. All it took was one person to make others want to come along. Counting the seconds that rolled by, anyone could have taken a go at it but it was only the first day and it was good of her to be careful. Besides, by doing this, Yoshida could pick out and up on those who were unique in more ways than one. And she could take attendance this way. It was easier.

"

Iko, iko!"

Translation:

Kuso. . . = Damn it. . .

Tokidoki kyo wa kudasai! = Sometime today, please!

Kono mono ga iranai = This thing is going anywhere!

[Jamainme]

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"Of the world is born a mind more brilliant than most. Some are tainted with the light for those who pave the way for something else other than their success; others tend to breathe on matters like forging the world into their own. Each is still beautiful to itself." Patterns like these can present themselves to be a threat to the human mind and the world managed society easily by just flicking a few thoughts here and there, commanding the message to be universal, then letting it all go and take place like it was supposed to be so. Of course, Bae knew of someone that had the similar abilities that this one possessed. His mother, of all beings, held some superiority in her thoughts but always spoke her mind when their senses weren’t working out too great between Kim and Bae. Oh, he just knew it all too well now but he had never let this be the case of fearing such higher intelligence when he illicitly obliged to them with nothing than respect. For such wandering minds, he was fortunate just to have a normalcy of seeming human enough.

Bae, at the moment, wasn’t going to bother with that. As if trading one straight smirk for another, it seemed almost endless as the younger male just stared into those daring eyes, which reminded Bae of how his looked whenever stared into a mirror. Cold-like in some manners, it took a bit of experience or just straight up trait of having that rare capability just to look threatening. Well, Bae could say that he was glad for it because between his conscious thinking and Kim’s own liability, though, it was good to have her around, it seemed better that he was the one seen as the main threat in anyone else’s eye. Kim is his back-up dent for inferior pain, though, her strengths cause her damages of varying themselves through furtive levels of training and construction of self-motivation. Surely, there was a reason to why this had been for the longest but on some days, Kim does tend to get the hang of it but everything else will be left for another time. Bae was a little bit busy with a certain Governor of the sort.

Now, there was a time for him to pay his respects or to be obliged to listen but then again, there were other times for Bae to be himself. At this moment, there was a vulnerable stability between them. If it were to be broken, someone was going to get the end of it. Of course, it could be either of the two. A mentality like Bae’s, though, it remained unknown across the ethereal universe itself, has seen and processed a bit more than what he could really chew on. Since he tended to be a bit of a troublemaker when he was younger, he had to deal with some mental issues with his own mother that held a strain over his mindset due to her capabilities of spreading her psychic abilities about. Bae barely questioned her methods but knew of their uses elsewhere but other than that, Bae became insignificantly simple and moved away from just industrious thoughts. Usually, matters were placed upon Kim who knew how to go through the answers with heavy precision. “I’m here to see if our bodies, if placed together, can coexist in this quaint area.”

Pressured for no more or less, the Governor’s hand went strolling up his neck, streamed his fingers through Bae’s hair, and placed an intrepid kiss on his lips that could leave some a bit stunned. But, fortunately enough, this expected on its own means. Dejected to become a restricted being in someone else’s house, Bae proceeded into submissive but only with a small intention of doing so. Between these two, one would have to show dominance or who’ll be on top and who’ll be on the bottom. Not nearly as passionate as it would have been, Bae could deal with it for the time being. Easily falling into it, Bae acted on his own but with some restrains keeping him down. Supporting himself with muscles that had been worked on over the years he and Kim have been together, his elongated hands cupped themselves around the other’s facing, slowly pulling him in closer while Bae inched towards him bit by bit. It was intimacy that would bring others near but it was the aftereffect that really got them closer to that needed climax.

Coloring his desires with unmistaken pleasure, he had felt this before. This spot verily increased the brain receptors to run down the body and react with the Endocrine system, which released more hormones into the air. It didn’t matter about the pheromones now as attractions in between the two have already been set for a termed period. But really, though, Bae sought no need of enhancing his senses but it was the will of the other and he just couldn’t resist this little challenge now, could he? He said yes to it before and he’s still saying it now. A chance was given and Bae’s taking it for what it may be worth before it’s gone. See, he can act on repulsive actions and automatic thoughts more than zigzagging a plan together before actually meeting him in person. It’s a nominal mistake questioning his own pattern of how he does things but when he gets down to it, damn, does he ever do it well. It has to be done in either an easy or complex way. There is never exceptional others unless something is said otherwise; lips are parting now but slightly.

“Will you accept me as a temporary gift in your honorary stead, Zeng?”

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Eyes wide open and gleaming at the words that didn't seem to be her own, a flushed face revealed itself back into the light and away from the darken floor that was covered over by many bodies and feet galore. Strobe lights were coming out from the room where all of those that were anybody danced at. It was nothing too significant but it was something people could do without having to worry much about their lives on the outside of wherever they lived in or at. Clothes may matter more but that was just the outer exterior, not the physical appearance of what is underneath it. Also, would it be demanded that Mystics might possibly contract a disease? Well, as a matter of fact, this can tend to be a good question as known of this is known in between the infidelities of life itself but it'll just have to depend on the genes and what is discovered under the lines of science. At first, one could say that they've never heard of such a ridiculous thing but does it hurt to know whether it does show up in them, can it be transmitted and kill it kill a human?

Kim, hearing the names of the horned male and the darling girl, she gave both of them a smile, giving each a bow in return due to it being a tradition in her family background. Bae had always told her to give respect to those of any kind by bowing before them courteously especially when making a first impression. By the look on the young girl's face, Lindell, Kim could almost tell that she was younger than her. Hell, it didn't seem like Lindell was even in her twenties or even close to being legal; just looking like plain old jail bait was going to get some Mystics sent into the ***** ward, if there was one to place them in but it was nonexistent. "It's a pleasure to meet the both of you, Lindell, Pax. I would have loved the both of you to meet my brother but he's not here with me right now. He's handling some business with the Governor, Zeng Wutei, I believe." Oh yes, she wished that he could have been here because they usually did everything with another. Well, almost everything.

After a moment or so passed by, the young girl soon made her way elsewhere, leaving both Kim and Pax alone. Rolling her eyes to where Lindell was going, her eyes soon peered unto two others that were of the height as her brother. Now, the one with the wavy hair seemed surreal but the one that held a majestic sovereignty to its figure, Kim nearly felt her heart skip a bit. Only in the legends of an old Korean legend had she ever laid eyes on such great beauty but those were beings she strayed away from as all the stories lead to some kind of deathly fate. For her chances, she felt it better to stay with the Faun than with one that seemed so godly in one way but deficit to letters formally put together, causing havoc, chaos, and annihilating mayhem. Swallowing down the slight fear in her wallowing psychedelics, Kim forced herself to relieve her thoughts of its blaring image. Sexual was a being of its stature; it was heard of before that those beasts practically lived on sex itself. "A Satyr here bears a myth to be false; Fauns scratch the surface as well."

Then again, Kim could not keep the Faun standing there, trying to configure with her problems when he probably had some of his own to contend with. "Would you like to follow on behind Lindell? I don't want to keep you here and away from your friends. I won't mind." Patience was a virtue to most but it was something that Kim could pertain herself in without much disturbance. This skill was gained while being with Bae who could take so much pride in getting stuff done as quickly as possible; on the other hand, Kim didn't follow in the steps of her brother and found it better to relax the mind and really falter on the things in between the sundering puzzles that tended to be endless and confusing with much failure ahead of them along with impossible victory. Senseless in a matter of ways, Kim took a hold of the Faun's hand and placed something within his palm before closing it up. It was a bag of some sort filled with an amount of currency inside of it. "My brother got this for me but I don't need it. He always told me to be generous."

Done with the extent of her gratitude for what the Faun was doing for her, she would assume her role like she did with her brother and just follow on along. More than most things in the world, Kim would conclude to being a follower more than a leader. That was why, in most situations, Kim would rather go along behind her brother with whatever he decided to do but she was on her own this time and has to find help her own way or get lost in the crowd. If some had noticed, Kim had the skin around her eyes marked up in mascara, eye shadow, and eyeliner. For a reason, it wasn't all caked on but it did make resemblances to her liking of being to play with her face with the use of brushes and powdery things. As a thought, she could have been seen a black swan but there was something inside of her that made her trickle with resilience and dominating wickedness but it was to a close. Her brother made sure of that. It was something on her that could make her go wild and both Bae and Kim didn't need that at the moment.

"Ready to go, Pax"

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"Now how could I forget a face, body, and lust like yours, hmm?"


It was true. Eunwook simply loved the ideal image of Robert. The young man was enticing, sexy, and just so delicious. How would the satyr know about this? Oh, in just so many ways that it almost couldn't be described. These two shared an intimacy that went above most others in this place that have worked here for as long as they could remember. Both patrons and working partners in this steamy relationship, Eunwook has no bad words to say to this man. At first, when they had met for the first time, both didn't see eye to eye on many things. For a fact, when Eunwook had first arrived to the Mystic City on his own accord and because he was a bit lost, hated humans for an odd reason, knew no English, and came from a family that lived far off in an artic wasteland that was used to cold environments and being a bit of a hard-a** themselves. Whether it be on ill fate or instinct, both of the two hadn't come to an agreement until Eunwook caught sight of Robert's working talents. He was amazed by them.

Sexual intimacy was what got Eunwook to speak to him for the first time after he had left his home to experience what was on the outside of it. On that first night at the Midnight Latern, after he was done talking with the Governor, the satyr had went to follow the man who had made contact with him first and had taken him to Zeng Wutei, a psychic as he could tell and see. Being quite the curious creature, Eunwook stood from afar and ogled at how Robert's arms both in sensual gestures, gave the other bodies a gentle touched, and even heard the words that he past on to the others. It was almost on instinct when the young satyr had then got on the hard. It was bad to let it go in public but the heart was beating fast, his tail swaggered from side to side, and his breathing started to wither as if the wind was being taken right out of his chest. An approach was what Eunwook had gone for but it was hard for him to make a standing to a man he was so rudely mean to. Pulling Robert when he had a chance to do so, it had happened just like that.

Eunwook remembered it so clearly even to this day and age. From the other side of Robert's shoulder, the satyr clamped his fingers around Robert's jawline, running said fingers against his skin smoothly before giving the other a small peck on the kiss. It wasn't passionate but loving all in the same way. For Eunwook, this showed that he was happy to see the other, obliging to let his friendship be known to others if they knew anything about how a satyr operated in everyday life with no concept or need to follow a guaranteed lifestyle. But he couldn't just fork up on his traditions just like that. He'd rather liked them more than the way of a Mystic life. Sometimes, he found it to be even duller than his own lifestyle. Other than that, there was one thing that Eunwook wouldn't just give up on and that was being a regular in bed with good old Robert. Oh yes, he knew what it was like to have a one night stand but it extended more than that on several occasions. "Tell me, how you've been, Robert?"

Gently rubbing his face against the other's, the satyr was merely showing how affectionate he could be on some terms but due to this act, Eunwook knew that they could easily go at it in this crowd as they both could others out of the way to make room for their own needs but now wasn't the time, or was it now? The satyr was starting to act up now as his fingers dared themselves to keep still and not try to entertain his desires and fill up his lusted soul. Letting go of Robert before they ended up started something, the satyr left his head to rest atop the other's shoulder while they took a minute to talk. A certain someone, though, was suppose to be off getting himself a drink but suddenly got immediately full from just getting a taste of those entrancing lips. Oh, how it effortlessly left an image in his mind, allowing his mirage to go ablaze in a euphoric explosion ultimate ecstasy. He blamed the other for being daringly luscious but how could he blame Robert for it when he liked it so much more than anyone else he had gotten to.

For an instant, the mind stopped ticking as the sound of footsteps crept closer to where they were. One didn't know for certain on why this had suddenly come to mind but as soon as it had come to mind, those golden eyes were already staring down at the person coming into range. From the back, Eunwook glanced at golden locks flowing in the small air around the figure that was covered in blue garments and a headband that went about its forehead. Going on down, glossy cerulean blue eyes stared outward; this being had the petite figure of a young child but the looks of a growing woman. Oh, Eunwook had liked much on this person's being but there was one thing he refused to do while he was here; quaintly, morals say to never lay hands or sexual intentions on a child that was not of age. Youngsters like these would get the satyr put on the wall of shame in his family but he was no longer there and the young child was fresh bait but for someone else. He could barely whiff out Robert's scent on the child, which was mildly sweet to him.


"My, oh my, who is this, my dear? He is quite a sight, if I do say so myself."

[Jamainme]

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In a sense, who and what a man that devoured his own thoughts to be more straight forward but disclaimed his own lips of simple words to proclaim a varied feature before another such as himself? It was truly a spectacle just trying to figure a person from the way each of them dressed, how they talked, what they did, and so on and so forth. Some can conclude it to being like a game of chess but once the big pieces fall down, where can one run then? A hierarchy is made to rule over others and to give them directions in their lives. Without a pane of nobility, most fall into deception, going with the quickest temptation that curls their heart into their own treasures, desires, and long lost dreams. It's useless to bring anything unworthy into fruition unless it is worth the wait of all things in dirty lands and wasteful waters. Both people and Mystic alike have yet to learn about this small fact but it wouldn't matter nonetheless. One most understand the effects of failure; reaching success is just the next step.

How was it possible to feel so comfortable and in place with someone that held more than just ordinary power and was feared by those in the city itself? It hasn't been easy for young Bae here but he has had his own bit of reality so coming to face with another that could just as easily smash his face in with their psychic power as he could do with his bare fists. Of course, fighting has made him stronger in more ways than one but has torn away the heart he used to carry when he had an Omoni and Aboji. The only family in his knowledgeable existence has been his sister alone. Lost when they had lost everything, there was nothing else for him to do but to take charge. His mother, even though sweet in mannerisms, taught Bae how to stay tough no matter what came in the way. Tears, shed in secret, conflict him to being weak but tended to show his emotions. Bae, not one to look back at the past, has stepped forward into manhood but did he go too far? Will he ever turn back to the one he used to be? No, he never will.

At this point, he'll admit that this act of sensuality would never be pushed in the eyes of Kim but he can say that they are both different people. Bae's rational thinking, quick reflexes, and evasive action make him to be one bad-a** guy; Kim's vague understanding, basic motions, and illusive skills point her out to be a strategic thinker. Both fail at some point in life because none of them are perfect but being close to it doesn't hurt now does it? "Referring to my genes will not tend to tell a lie but it's all based on the personality, quality, and perspective they have on a situation." Again, Bae found himself struggling with words all the time but he had to pick his ground and stay with it. "I would be surprised myself if my darling sister proved to be somewhat of an erroneous seducer. Most women are born with the grace of a duckling or a swaying peacock. I believe Kim of being a black swan; she is not the only one I've seen to be so gorgeously darken." A connoisseur Bae could become to be but he would never submit to it.

Swinging his right hand upward, the young male trailed it from the other's jaw, lining it down Zeng's neck, over the collarbone, and on the shirt he had began to button; dark eyes were still facing the man before him, though. It was a quiet imitation to what the Governor could do with his at just 5% or less. The belt from Bae's pants unbuckled with a very soft click and slid unto the floor as if it were a snake itself. As it was given to him through birth and trait alone, Bae could transfer energy to that of almost anything he placed his thought on and it would be done, though, he's gotten used to having it be done automatically. But for this next motion, he'd have to do it himself. Why? It was much more fun that way. Taking off his shoes, he let them be only to have them march towards closed doors and sit idle while he went to taking off the sweater vest shirt. Tank top underneath; don't be mistaken but Bae liked to keep his consistency clothes simple and easy to deal with. "I'd be asking the same things, too; we're all naturally curious."

Zealously plastered on his face was another smirk as he gently dropped his shirt to the floor, only to lean back on the chair as he went in for another luscious kiss which only lasted a few more seconds than the first one. Now all of his concentration was on the male before him. Even when he had pulled back and gently let the hand slide from the back of his neck, he could still feel his hormones rise like they had a mind of their own. Actually, though, it was fine to him. The closeness they might be sharing soon will only welcome the feelings even more. Who doesn't like to feel so overwhelmed, flushed, and pleasured with a moment of tensioned familiarity? Now shirtless and letting the slight, cooling breeze blow against his chest, Bae had placed his name on the dotted line and signed his body to mingle with another that would be new to the other's touches. Now idling in the kiss, Bae began pulling back slowly but not without gently licking at Zeng's fascinating lower lip with his tongue. It was a sign. Bae's horny as hell right now.

"Will you accept all of me, then, Zeng?"

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Kim knew of the resilience that the Fauns and Satyrs had for each other. Love was barely the word for it. Neither Faun nor Satyr had a liking for each other as it has been written in unseen laws that the two cannot coexist without the need to thrash horns about to show superiority, dominance, and unleveled leadership that had gotten them to the top of the list through the clashing of horns in each tribe. But only the Fauns have tribes and clans; clinging together in a unity is what the Satyrs strive for. During the time for mating, the women that are older and experienced are allowed to have a pick at what is fresh in the male's department. For those just becoming of age and younger must be smitten with said partner but if there are more going for that one female, all of them wanting to mate will battle it out until one is left standing. It is a stranger custom than those of the normal animal kingdom and Mystic pride but it is to prove that the male is stronger than his peers, definitely deserving the right to mate with the female.

Once her eyes had placed themselves on Pax, she suddenly saw his face turn away from hers when she handed over the money. She found it in no shrewd way to be nice and just make an offering to the male but when her gleaming dark eyes looked at how the Faun turned his face away from her view, it reminded her of how her brother, Bae, acted when not wanting the help but having to accept it anyway. As male like to have it, most do not like swallowing their pride. She knew it. Learning Bae's motions had been her life and when this had come up, she could only think about how the Faun felt. A frown persuaded soft lips to look hurt and uncertain of what to do next except to apologize. It hurt to have a certain gesture made before her eyes. Only meant to say it in a way that meant it was good to help out those in need or to give a retribution for their help. It was never good for most to hold unto to money like it was the only thing in the world. In a quiet tone, after both had started through the crowd, she whispered to the Faun, "I'm sorry."

Now standing near the group that had or may be obvious friends to the Faun, her eyes soon lay on the Satyr that stood maybe even higher than her brother. The Satyr's beauty was no joke. In usual tales of the olden days, they depicted the being to be a disputed figure with a hard you-know-what, ugly skin, and an imprecise build but it was a tended lie. The supposed beast was lovely, tall, erect, decent, and just out of this world. It would barely be possible for someone in this world to possible such natural beauty and an impressive vocabulary as she could hear from her own ears. The elaborate clothing, golden psychedelics, fair skin, bona fide horns, and lengthy tresses proved all the myths verily false. It was so godly in a way that it nearly scared her. It's near perfection was almost too much for her to bare, which made her hold the Faun's hand a bit tighter while ogling the floor as if it was the best thing she had seen in her life ever! Pax made her feel quite safe. It was almost like being with her brother except for it being someone else.

More than anything, she would have rather let Pax meet her brother than be close to someone with such a godly fill, as if it were a deity itself. Pulling her eyes away from the gorgeous looking Satyr, her eyes soon laid upon the man that stood right in front of the other with horns. He also stood tall, probably right where her brother was and had rather wavy locks. Kim, formally taking in his looks, saw that this one had a rather passive look plastered on his face, making him look easy going and pleasing to the eyes. It was rather deceitful, though, as a friendly face could have her lying up in bed with her legs hanging from the male's shoulders, fingers scratching at the skin for a way out, and voice yelling in estranged yet painful ecstasy while he banged the hell out of her. Not a nice image if anyone could put it like that. Besides, her brother would have a tantalizing fit, for sure! Kim would watch out for him, though, but morally on the Satyr. Those beasts, as stated before hand, live and breathe on sex.

There were others around, though. Thank God for that. Pouring attention on Lindell, the young blonde that had decided to run over here in search for something or someone as Pax pointed out while trying to the name. Kim couldn't tell if the name was foreign, in another language, or just badly pronounced but she wasn't going to say anything about it for it did not certainly concern her for the most part. Just standing there and being quiet would work well for her as long as no one said anything to her or called her by her name. Kim would be fine as long as Lindell and Pax kept their mouths closed but she knew for sure that one of them would find out and ask about her but it wouldn't happen as of yet, now would it? As a parent would say to a child or a pair of children, they are to be seen but not heard. Well, that's how she's always been from the time she met her brother, Bae. It's definitely stuck with her especially when it came to talking with strangers. Always doing a kick and run was fun when they were young but how about now?

"This sure is some club, huh?"

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Robert, a savior to the satyr in the past five years, was someone that Eunwook had begun admiring from the close and tight ends. If it was possible, he would be able to live in the human society, have a decent life, and not succumb to such licentious matters of life but it had come to being like this and Eunwook appreciated it. He knew that his partner evoked all the moments the two of them shared as much as the satyr did. Hell, he probably does remember the time where he said he had to escape his troubles for awhile. Eunwook, at first, had no idea to what that meant as he was still catching up on the language of speaking plain English. So, how was it bad for the young horned beast to follow after him? He stared at the other, watching him try to go through the walls. It didn't hit the satyr until later that he wanted to escape. They've only met for a year and young Eunwook wasn't ready to see Robert go yet. Most of the goons that worked for Zeng were ready to pop him at any moment to drag him back to the Governor.

But he couldn't stand there and watch like everyone else did. It was improbable to let Robert get executed alone on that day. Yeah, it was that day that put the two together all at once. Didn't it rain, too? Oh, it surely did and that didn't make Robert's efforts to get out easy. After grabbing Robert once he passed out, thrashing through crowds of crowned police and foot soldiers that worked under Zeng, and taking him to an empty hideout, Eunwook had sat there, cradling Robert in his arms while he cried for his wounds to heal. Few satyrs only have small curing attributes that worked on healing others besides their own figures. The abilities only matured when their bodies had grown up with them, which could take about half a century for Eunwook if he had decided to wait. On that night, he quietly confessed matters that no one else would know about except for him and the Governor. When Robert had gained his consciousness, they went to go and see what Zeng had to say and it was something unexpected: he was amused by it all!


"Good. I've been thinking about you in the same way as well."


Eunwook's hands suddenly felt lonely. Slowly wrapping them around Robert's slim yet fitting waist, the satyr was rapidly enticed to kiss the young man on the lips once more before interrupting the moment by announcing that the young blonde that had Robert's scent on him had come closer. Obviously, the other male had known this one for quite awhile now. Eunwook had to say that he was quite impressed on how Robert could just pull someone towards him without having to try. He had skills, surely enough. As the young man was talking to the even younger male, Eunwook's unseen ears flickered as he looked out at the crowd, investigating the scene for eyes that had made their way over here. For an odd reason, he had just missed who gave the look but he saw a head turning to another and that made him wonder if someone in this club either hated him or Robert. In many ways, these two stole quite a lot of customers from those that had been working ever since the place was built. It's a shame for the two to already have haters.

Anyhow, that was of no importance anymore as Eunwook was soon introduced to the blonde, Lindell. But what really got him was when Robert had called him his lover, in a sense. The satyr couldn't help but to blush at the statement. He had never ever been considered as someone's lover before and that excited him. What made him even happier was the fact that Lindell told him that Robert was a nice boy-friend, kind, and good enough to help him find a person that he needed to give a message. Of course, he knew this name and could point him out of the crowd. Hell, he could see him right now, sitting up with his buddies and with a very special escort that was easily named off the top of his head. But this would wait for a moment after the satyr gave Robert yet another kiss but be it that he would place it on the side of his neck. Eunwook felt like he was going to be real frisky tonight just because of Robert. Oh, how he could say that he had deep affection for males such as him. Eunwook was just grateful to have the young male around.

What became really intriguing was that a Faun began to pass them by- no, wait! It was coming closer to them and was pulling along a succulent looking female as well. Now, Eunwook was interested in the femme fatale but for the Faun, his blood started to boil and he didn't know why it was. Behind him, that tail of his thrashed for a second or so, becoming enthralled in the moment while his foot scratched at the floor as if he was ready to race and bash his own horns against the others in a plating fight for ultimate sanction. Of course, the satyr had always been interesting in having a brawl with a real Faun such as the one approaching them but now wasn't time and nor were they going to go at it afterwards. But Eunwook was jealous of the girl he had. He had to say that she's pretty much banging from top to bottom. Well, he didn't say that he wouldn't like to bang Lindell and the Faun either but he would stick with Robert. It was a preferred choice. But damn, he was starting to get a bit horny and that wasn't good. Or was it?


"My, Robert, you sure have many friends; Sir Havaner is right over there in that crowd of drunks."