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"Damnit!!" Reaper yelled.
It was too bloody dark for her to find a clear landing spot. SHe didn't want to land in a tree or anything. Or fly into one for that matter. Taking a few breaths she flies there in one spot. Listening to the whispers of the mother as they came to her ears. And slowly started to lead her to a clear spot.

Raven walked through the forest and came upon a waterfall. Hell if i'm taking a swim in that! He sighed and flicked a stray lock of his long black hair out of his eyes, and climbed nimbly up a tree, sitting high in the fork of the trunk. He proceeded to fall sound asleep.

He slowly set his things back down. He held the blade out to the side, his attack ready to hit. His eyes stared at the area before him, and then he slid it into his belt. His leg drawing back slightly, his knees bending for balance, as he concentrated. An attack far faster than any eye, even his could really see. He only could use it because of his overwhelming knowledge of where things were and how to use them. Such as arms and legs. He would be moving past the light barrier. It would create something like a doppleganger, for a bit of time, longer than the first time he had tried it here had.

His hand slid slightly, and then his eyes sparked. His hair became golden and he was on the ground about 20 feet away, as well as still standing up, staring ahead. The Kura on the ground was breathing heavily, his hand on his heart. It was beating fast, threatening to stop him there in his tracks. What a pitiful end to him if it happened...Kura, dying by a heart attack. So ironic. He stabbed his weapon slightly into the ground as his other self began dissappearing.

Kura pulled himself up, forcing his legs to try and work, his hands holding the katana as if it was his life. His golden hair was fading to white again, a strand or two falling out, and the hair itself in slight disarray. His breath was still very erratic from the attack of pure speed. Finally after a few minutes he was able to bring himself up to more of a real standing position. His eyes closed tightly, and teeth gritted. He might never get past that obstacle, the one that threatened to kill him with every use of this powerful technique. Even he couldn't avoid death by heart attack. To rebirth his heart had to not explode in his chest, or stop completely.

Finally Kura's heart began to allow him the ability to move without the threat. He hadn't been moving much for a good 3 minutes though. Plenty of time for a person to kill him. He looked at the katana as he pulled it from the ground wiping it off. His eyes closing as he sheathed it. He would then return to his gear 20 feet away. His mind still picking up every last thing nearby. He hadn't shrugged it off, Kura had been scared for his life. He had hoped from the moment he began to the moment it ended that he wouldn't die from his heart bursting inside of him.

His eyes were slowly letting it go, and letting him be calmer. He didn't know why he wanted to master this, but he was...it hardly made any sense. Kura crouched down for a moment before rising and stretching again, making sure not to overdo his muscles by overbuilding them. His powers shrieked many things, but he forced them down, feeling he could do what was right now. He wouldn't do anything about her. She probably wasn't interested in him as anything more than a friend anyways...who could find him as anything more anyways? An abomination that was orphaned at a young age to the mortal world. Without knowing how to survive, or live among those that destroy what they didn't understand...

Kura looked at Kimache and continued toward his equip. "A doctor...no...they wouldn't understand how my heart could come so close to exploding in my chest...I'm pushing even my limits Kimache-san. There's a technique that attacks the nine main points to hit with a weapon. Each of the four diagonal blows, and each of the horizontal and vertical attacks. Then the final stab making it nine attacks. This is called the Nine-Headed Dragon. It has been mastered at a speed mortals can travel at, which is fast. I am...taking it further, to say in the least.

"You saw the end of it, after the unseeable attack and my image faded. You see...I'm travelling at speeds, when unencumbered with my weights, that exceed the speed of light. So I leave myself in two places, but the speed it takes accelerates my heartbeat so fast that it has a risk of exploding in my chest." He smiles as he plops down, and then falls back into the grass staring at the sky. "I have the ability to rebirth Jay...but not if I don't have my heart at the least. My mind can be destroyed and I'll rebirth.

"I was scared Jay...yet here I am, wanting to keep at it, with the full knowledge of the consequences. Once I've completed the attack I'm left vunerable for a good 3 minutes...I could be attacked easily." Kura slowly sits up and then stands to gather his gear. "Have you ever wanted something so bad, that you began to push it farther, then when you saw something you knew you needed, you simply pushed it away believeing it was pointless to pursue?" Kurayami put his shirt and cloak back on and looked at Kimache, his golden eyes sad for some reason.

Kura stared back up at the sky and sat down near. "That attack would kill anything, no way to defend against it, but if there's more than one person it's nearly useless unless it's a desperate last attack. Even then the rest of the group would kill you if you're not already dead from the stress it takes on your body..." Kura stared at the ground, Kimache's last question echoing slightly through his mind. He leans back on his hands to stare at the ceiling. "Her...I've forgotten emotions besides something like happiness and sadness. Anger is hardly there anymore, and I reduced urges and love. But with a single act she brought it all tumbling back.

"Everytime I get her out of my mind she soon comes back, but I know it won't work out, I don't know her well enough, and it just...doesn't seem right. I'm a pretty quiet guy, unless you konw me, or try to converse with me. I'm just...confused I suppose is the word." Kura put his head in his hand and shook his head slightly. "She seems more like your type of person anyways, but you have a lost love at the moment if I remember correctly, both of you do." Kura sighs and puts his hand down to stare at the ground. "Damn I hate this. My heart beats fast, and everything feels odd. The worst thing is I don't understand it..." Kurayami looks at Kimache, not for anything, but in case he might want to say something instead.

Kura stared at the sky and nodded slightly. "I suppose so." He rose slowly and dusted himself off slowly. "Kimache...you need to promise me something...if I'm dying...for more than a day, I want to be killed. If I cannot defend myself when I'm dying I want you to kill me. There's something deeper inside me that shouldn't exist. It is spoken in a long forgotten language. 'Gahl Arada fi Rithti' It literally means End power of Destruction. I never want it to return. Ever again."

Kura looks over at the castle for a long time and then back at Kimache. "Are you feeling better? Anything you'd like? Such as a lesson, outside or inside of fighting, whatever you'd like, I don't do much around here after all..." Kuryami kept his golden eyes on Kimache, he wasn't happy, but he looked a bit better than earlier at least.

Kura nods a bit. "With the weights on or off...as well as otherworldly powers as it were. You'll probably start being able to hit me better soon. But limitations can be good things to have yes?" He smiled softly and stretched a bit turning to face him leaving the other subjects alone, they were past and it didn't matter any longer.

As Kura was taking his weights off slowly, he held up four fingers. "You've hit me four times." Two fingers go down "Twice weren't physical." He then dropped the cloak. It fell into the ground again showing the weight he trained and moved under. His shirt soon following. He then stretched out slightly and looked at Jay for a bit. "Supernatural or not?" Kurayami didn't even get into a fighting stance. Yet it was a form of one. His legs set to give him balance, and posture, hands straight down his sides in silence.