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It was time for a new face to enter the scenery. For another moment in in this persons life (though rare) a mask was not worn to cover the solemn expression that overtook such a petite face. No costume adorned a the short frame of the figure, something common that added to the many masks usually worn (especially those of happiness). Instead, said being was clothed in black, a matching fedora casting a shadow if caught by the light. It was here that this female would just let the words flow:

Why? Where did you go? It's not fair.
You were taken away so thoughtlessly,
shattering the facade till everything bare.
I didn't want you to leave only to stop it
Now you're gone and it's not right
I didn't get the chance to put up a fight.
You were caught in the hunters snare
Now the only thing I can do is throw a fit
just like a child, screaming, shaking, crying
What did you do to deserve what you got?

Nothing.

Is the penalty of death really that justice?
Or is it just something people cling to,
to make up for all the things they do?
Here I'm left with nothing but memories.
Memories that will haunt my every waking nightmare.
Images flash and images go
You rest in piece...in your final, winter snow.

And as silent as before, the figure moved from the stage and out the door, slipping on a vibrant vest and a happy mask before disappearing into the crowd.

Note: So, I was talking to Bree...and Riu came up. Those that know Riu all know he is my favorite and most developed character. Well, I told Triangle Bree90 that I was going to write a story about him. This is what I came up with so far. Please don't critique. xD I wrote this between 2:30 and 3:30...AM!

Beware: Language/Violence...I think that's it. o.O

It is said that one day time and space will be ripped apart and the world will slip into chaos. That is said to be a myth to keep those from trying to tamper with time. However, there are those with special gifts that were allowed to pass through time as they pleased. It all started with the Time Keeper. He was the very being that held time and space together, making sure everything ran it’s course. It was only natural that after so long he find someone to love. With that love his powers were passed down. With each new life, his ended…and soon…only one would take his place…as long as things went according to the old tales.

But it was the world that would suffer. For the time space continuum began to unravel with the birth of one particular child. One March seventh everything began to unwind.

“Nein!” German words cut through the air like a blade as fists pounded against a wooden table. “It can’t be him. It can’t!” A tall, young man fitted with rage hovered stiffly over the table. Muscles tensed and limbs shook with all emotion as one petite hand rested against the male’s shoulder. “Please, calm yourself,” a soft voice spoke.

“He’ll bring destruction to the world!” Vibrant aqua orbs slammed against the body of a young Japanese woman. Her body was much smaller than the German and her stomach formed into a circle from the life that was inside her. Silver tresses flooded around her as she turned her head from her husband to focus on the doorway just beside her.
Messy locks of matching silver hair skewed tired vision of the toddler before the adults. One hand reached to rub a smoke-gray eye. “Oh, sweetie, did Papa wake you?” the woman spoke, holding out a hand to her first-born son. The little tike took hold of her hand, and she led him over to the table where the family then sat.

“Ri—Kohaku,” The father spoke, “I need you to do me a favor when your brother comes. I need you to look out for him okay?” A yawn came, “Ja, Papa.”



“KOHAKU!” Gunshots were fired.
“Damn it Riu! You almost shot me you p***k!” The male known as Kohaku yelled.

A few more gunshots were fired as the silver haired man did his best to doge. This was a common occurance between the two siblings—fighting. “I’ll kill you!” came from the pale lips of the gunner. The young man was pissed and it was obvious by the fury in his usually cool aqua eyes.

“You know, you look just like Dad when you’re angry,” Kohaku muttered. Another set of shots was fired. “Ah!” One bullet barely missed the older brother’s shoulder. Riu stepped closer, the gun pointed at the other, his left pointer on the trigger. “Don’t you EVER compare me to that monster,” words held a threatening air as the younger brother spoke.

“Too late. And it’s not my fault it’s true,” Kohaku countered, gripping the barrel while his other hand pinned the shorter half German into the wall, “You won’t kill me. That’s what makes you different from him: you’re not a killer.”

Despite all anger held inside, Riu relaxed his left and lowered the revolver. He knew it was true. Riuichi was not a killer that’s why he had taken up the job he had now. Sure he had killed before, but it wasn’t something he ever wanted to do again. Self-defense and fear were the two factors that played in his first mark’s death. Wasn’t it terrible to become a murder at the age of seventeen? But that had been several years ago.

Kohaku released the light haired man and flopped onto the couch. “I’m going to work,” Riu grumbled, sliding the gun into it’s secret holster. “Shouldn’t you train first? You’re never going to get stronger if you don’t,” Kohaku lectured through a blank cigarette. The flame from a lighter quickly caught the stick and smoke rose into the air. A small frown crossed pale lips, followed by a smirk. With one finger, Riu pointed at the smoke; the chemical halted—frozen in time. “There. How’s that for training?” With the roll of smoky eyes, Kohaku countered with the snap of his fingers; the smoke resumed, “Go to work.”

Two more chapters. (I really hate separating them into chapters...cause they're so short. Xl) Anyway...
Beware: Nothing this time. XD I don't think. o-o
Guest Appearance: Hiroki Nakano, owned by SakuraMidvalley. I just loooooove what we came up with on how they meet in almost every rp. XD Though it's not really how, I just LOVE it so much and had to use it in the story. >w< Squee! -fawns over Hiro- He's just so sexy and gorgeous. T 3T =/ Though..since it's 3:37am...I didn't give his looks justice in description. T ^ T Oh well. ;3

Ch. 2

Thoughts from the past wavered as Riuichi rested his chin in his gloved palm. The previous memory had been about five years prior to where he was now. Aqua spheres grew hazier as the male stared into nothingness. Currently he was at the bar where he worked as a bartender. He had had this job since about five years ago. The name of the place was Zach’s. And the guy who owned it was indeed, Zach, Zacharia McCaw to be exact. The guy had given Riu a job easily with help from Kohaku. In all honesty he had a lot of thanks to give to the owner. This guy had taught him how to speak Japanese more fluently among other things. Zach was a true friend.
“Hey you lazy bum, quit your daydreaming and get back to work,” A man spoke with a hint of agitation. Riu blinked and shook his head, “Sorry…Hey, Zach.”

“What?”

“Thank you…for everything.”

Zach raised a brow, a toothpick hanging loosely from his mouth. “What’s with this all a sudden?”

“Just thinking about the past is all,” Riu answered before lifting himself to stand at his full height of six feet and three inches.

“When aren’t you?”

A gloved hand was waved at the bar owner, and a fake smile flashed on the employee’s face, “Very funny, Zachy, but I need to get back to work now.” With that the bartender pushed everything that was said aside. It wasn’t easy…reminiscing about the past. It wasn’t Riu’s fault he was pretty much stuck there twenty-four seven. He controlled the part in time that existed only for the past. Unfortunately, there is a price to pay.

Cloth pinched between a pointer and thumb as the young man removed one glove, followed by the other. One heavy sigh past through pale lips as hands began to work with the glasses, cleaning them until the shone. That’s when a single thought came to mind. Five years ago…that’s about the same time I met…him.

Thoughts grew heavier as Riuichi began to slip further into his memory.

Ch. 3

Birds chirped outside a seemingly small home cradled behind a small, white picket fence. Flowers surrounded the home and a tree stood to the right near a window. Two men stood on the roof of the home with a satellite dish. One of the men was rather tall while the other’s height could be mistaken for a girl. Thin-rimmed glasses framed ice blue irises while his hands adjusted the collar of his button up shirt. “I don’t see why Midoriko-sensei had us do this. I mean…sure I’m a genius, but have you ever installed anything before, Riu?” There was no response from the other male; he only turned his head to stare that the self-proclaimed boy genius. “Oh…is your Japanese still that rusty? I thought Zach was teaching you, and not to mention…aren’t you half Japanese?” The boy rambled.
“I understood you, Zero…it’s finished, just go make sure everything is working down there,” Riu stated just above a whisper.

Zero frowned. So he had understood. Well that certainly made him look like an egotistical jerk. “Okay, just don’t kill yourself,” he muttered before heading back down the ladder.

There came a sigh as the nearly nineteen year old looked at the satellite dish. Well, at least he didn’t screw this up. Tires coming to a halt filtered through the air, catching the attention of the man on the roof. An odd vehicle had just pulled up to the house. A curious gleam flashed through the guy’s eyes. Who’s here? Are they here for Midoriko? As his mind filtered through questions, his dressy-shoed feet began to move, only to be entangled by the cord. And Zero had said not to kill himself.

Single handedly, the cord wrapped around one ankle as the eighteen year old tried to free himself. Unfortunately, with the loss of his footing, Riuichi fell from the two-story building, head fist. “Ah!”

With a jolt of the chord, Riu did not meet his death. Lids that were previously shut from fear, slowly slid open and flooded into the gaze of auburn spheres. But it was strange, the being that held such eyes was upside-down, or rather, Riu was hanging by the cord. Oceanic eyes remained locked on the male person before them. Long auburn tresses reached to his mid back and he was wearing a rather unamused stare. But it was what came out of his mouth that struck Riuichi through the soul rather than his sharp gaze.

“Idiot.”

One word and he was retreating into the house. And strangely enough, Riu could do nothing but hang there, helplessly by his ankle and watch.
“Ah! Riu!” Zero called from above, “Here, I’ll cut you down.” Snip, snip and he was cut loose. Lucky for him, the landing wasn’t that hard.

A soft smile curled against the bartender’s lips as he recalled on of his favorite memories. This memory was dear to him, and it reflected in the smile he wore. This one was not a mask in which he placed to amuse other’s…this one was of true happiness.

There was a soft tap of something against his exceedingly pale brunette head. “Riu…stop day dreaming and GET BACK TO WORK!” Zach barked.

Jolting back into action the bartender quickly continued to clean the glasses without fault and without another memory, but with a smile and one person in mind.
Hiro…