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 Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 3:51 pm
 The Dojo is a place where Gehaka gather to improve their swordsmanship, and martial arts. There is no sensei that rules over all who come, it is a place of practice. While some Schools have been formed within the Dojo, overall, it is a free place. Some Haka even visit the Dojo, for the purpose of admiring the hardworking Gehaka that seem abundant in the area. What is your purpose for being here?
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 4:04 pm
 Yuki couldn't help the soft smile that graced his delicate features as he enterred the Dojo, one hand rested carefully on the Kashira of Murasame. It felt good to be back in the Dojo, the place he considered his home away from home.
After his short revelry, the feminine Gehaka drew his katana, carefully beginning his ritual of excercises.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 4:18 pm
 Donalbain walked into the dojo, not bothering to answer the questions of the Gehaka who owned it. He was here for two reasons. One: To inlist Kor. Two: To watch the Gehaka at work. He was looking for somone strong and handsome to be his first husband. He needed someone who was finacially fit as well. He could support one Gehaka right now.
Light green eyes narrowed as they came across an interesting looking Gehaka, his wings were dotted with white and his hair was streaked. How odd for him. He stood near the door, leaning back against the wall delicatily, seeming to play the innocent part; his eyes spoke for him. He was examining the Gehaka now, measuring if he was worth it. Would he talk back to him? Hm.. This would be interesting.
His eyes scanned over any othe Gehaka that would be there, watching their graceful movements, the way they held their sword and handled their turns and the way their opponents cornered them; how they reacted, their reflexes, all the while looking for any type of flaw that might mare those muscles and cause him to change his mind on who to choose. His eyes fell on the blue haired Gehaka again, a smirk coming to his dark lips.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 4:28 pm
With a graceful and quick move, Yuki had his current opponent in a vunerable point. Murasame was pointed at the other Gehaka's heart, and the blue-haired Gehaka didn't look as though he'd even broken a sweat in the intense battle. He bowed respectfully towards his former opponent, his motion fluid from years of practice.
It was then that he gave the other some advice, an offering to help the other better himself. It was in the middle of his conversation that he felt the eyes of another carefully following his every move. His hand instinctively went to Murasame, but after a moment of thought, he relaxed. Those who came to the Dojo never came with malicious intent.
Golden eyes casually surveyed the area, searching for their observer.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 4:32 pm
His reflexes are good.. Perfect. Now we shall test him further.. He often thought of himself as royalty. He moved with grace and swiftness over to him, arching a delicate white brow, that smirk still played on his lips. He let his kimono settle around him, hanging off his shoulders and exposing his flawless collarbone and chocolate colored skin.
"You moved wonderfully out there. Power behind your moves, no wasted energy. You think before you act, but do you think before you speak?" he asked, letting a bit of his white hair fall around blazing green eyes.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 4:37 pm
"Thank you very much for your praise. I wish I could answer that question. But, it is for you to decide," Yuki replied after a long moment, allowing a soft smile to grace his lips as he gave Donalbain a formal bow. "I am Kuromori Yuki. Might I inquire your name?"
As usual, his mother's long lessons in etiquette fell into place. As the prized son of his family, he'd always been schooled in the proper way to address others, especially his superiors.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 5:37 pm
Donalbain laughed a little, nodding his head. The man had manners. This was looking up perfectly. "Donalbain," was all he gave, no last name or anything shorter. "Well, Kuromori-san, you do know how to speak to your superiors. How do you handle pressure?"
He reached out with a hand, tilting the other's face to look into his eyes, his long fingers curling delicatly under his chin and staring into golden eyes. "You have unusual eyes.."
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 5:56 pm
"Okaa-san has always said that I manage myself well under pressure, Donalbain-sama. He was the one who instructed me in formalities and etiquette," Yuki replied, lowering his eyes slightly in a show of respect.
The Haka did cause Yuki some discomfort, he'd never been so thoroughly scrutinized before. But despite that fact, he didn't allow himself to show any visible signs of this, remaining still while Donalbain's hands were on him.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 6:04 pm
The Haka nodded a bit, his sears flicking with mild interest. "He's done a very good job on you. You're formal, elegant, graceful. You could almost pass as a Haka," he remarked, his voice trailing off as those spiderlike fingers curled in the other's hair, examining its texture and strenght.
Next his hands drifted down those arms, squeezing like one would if they examined fruits. "You're not flawed. No scars unlike most. Hm. Very good.." He looked up to those eyes again. "Look at me. Directly at me."
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 6:17 pm
Yuki complied with the command, his eyes shifting to look directly at Donalbain. That was one of the biggest rules when dealing with superiors, never look at them directly unless given permission or commanded to.
It was upon his own curious inspection of the Haka that Yuki realized that he wasn't married. This revelation gave him an automatic sense of suspiscion, one he chose not to show.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 6:29 pm
"Hm. I thought so.." He pulled back, dusting his hands off a bit, out of habit, and looked around. He dug into the sleeve of his Kimono and pulled out a bracer, a simple black bracer bearing his families symbol; a elegant golden design holding his families crest. It was known, just not highly. He slipped it on the other's arm, tightening it just enough and then he slipped one on himself. "You will marry me in a week. I shall call for you and your things soon."
He pulled back, adjusting his own bracer and watching the other, wanting to see if he would be excited, disgusted or orver all confused.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 6:36 pm
The prospect of marriage was something that Yuki had considered for a while. But the sudden engagement came as both a suprise, and a joy to him. Mother would be thrilled to hear about it, without a doubt. He couldn't help the eager grin that twitched onto his lips before becoming replaced by a more graceful smile.
"It's an honor, Donalbain-sama," he said, bowing to his fiance. "Okaa-san will be pleased, no doubt. I will make sure to be ready in time."
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 4:08 am
Donalbain gave a small nod. "I'm sure he will be," he replied, carressing the other's cheek softly. "You are much sought after. There might be... an argument.. about you." He laughed, his hair sliding across his face before he retracted his hand, fixing it back up in its bun.
"Now then, Yuki-san. Tell me of yourself?"
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 7:05 pm
"What is it that you'd like to know, Donalbain-sama?" Yuki asked lightly, smiling as the Haka fixed his hair. After a moment of thought, he gently took the other's hand, politely motioning towards a nearby bench. "Perhaps we should sit down. If we stay in this area too long, Yuuto-shihan might become angry. Besides, we wouldn't want to interfere with the younglings' training."
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 7:15 pm
Donalbain nodded softly, his hand fitting neatly in the other's neatly as he moved over to sit where he was indicated. He gentled tugged the other down next to him as his green eyes searched golden. "You're right. We need those younglings strong, don't we?" He said, pulling a small fan from his sleeve and starting to fan himself softly.
"As for yourself, tell me anything. Do you have siblings? Your likes and dislikes, your impression of me? Anything that you want for now. I won't be nitpicky." He had changed, his whole attitude and over all air around him. He was much more relaxed than he was while examining him.
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