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Alli started playing with a fireball in her hands, and looked up at Kay-dash and the woman. She snorted. "They love you?" She giggled. "That just doesn't seem right."

"What do you mean?" he said looking puzzled. (( omgs short post))

Alli giggled. "I mean, you just don't seem the type that people would fall in love with." She made a mini fireworks display in her hands. "But that's just me." She looked at the woman next to Kay-dash. "Who's she?" She asked.

Kay-Dash started laughing. "You know me way to well already." he said smiling. He looked up at the woman and looked back at Alli. "She's my sister Seirah."

((bedtime! bye! *waves*))

Orphis Smiled when she came over. "Just as long as you're feeling better." He told her when she was on top of her. He then began tickling her sides for the hell of it.

"Well, thank you. I really do appreciate it!" Sakura said, as she poured some water into a couple of cups. This did work out really well; now she didn't have to go back out into the freezing weather for dinner. She cleared off the table in the living room and set the glasses down, turning on the news at a low volume for backgound sound. SHe then went back into the kitchen, and got out the spices she had, and sat them next to Marn and her cooking. "This is what I've got to choose from." she said, looking at the labels to see what they were exactly.

((I'll work on story development in this post.))

It was a bit later due to time zone change, and a figure washed up on hte rough beach. It was a stormy night, and the lone figure rose from the waters, walking slowly onto the beach, swaying a bit but otherwise alright. He was wearing a nearly-destoryed orange jail suit, his hair long and dirty brown, with a matching dirty brown mustache; it was obvious neither had been cut nor groomed for a long time. There were deep wrinkles under his brown eyes He stopped, and looked up to the sky, a smile of a madman on his face as he gave out a devilish cackle, his eyes once of normal brown seemed to turn a deep red. He had done it; he survived the sea, and was now on some strange land. No matter, no matter. He would find her soon enough....

It was all her fault from the beginning. He remembered back when he was little, when he and his dear sister could trust each other with anything. There was no favoite in the family; both were given great care. It wasn't until the age of 17, when she started dating John Chou. He seemed to be alright, not a perfect gentleman with perfect grades, but had a wondeful way with words, and cheering her up when she felt down. He seemed to be a good man, so I didn't mind her bing around him.

Then years later, she married M. Chou, and eventually the problem came in; the baby girl named Sakura. The girl was no normal child; more like a freak of nature. After all, what normal child would have the wings; peraly white wings that could outshine the sky? He remembered when the family found out the truth; none of them had shunned her away. In fact, his sister kept saying they were the wings of an angel...HA! If she was an angel, then he was a saint!

There was something he didn't like about her; mabye the fact that she could ovepower him easily, or mabye as a baby she kept looking at him. It seemed to be more than a look of cuiousity, as if her innocent brown eyes were staring into him, but he knew he was insane, and it drove him even more in that direction. He spoke to his dear sister and family about getting rid of the child, but they looked at him in horror and wouldn't budge, and after trying but getting caught running out with the baby, Mr. Chou didn't like him anymore. It wasn't until he found out that most of the items in the wills combined (including his parents) would go to Sakura, that he had had it. It was not a mere amount either; Mr. Chou had gotten a head job at a huge company, and his parents were above middle class. Being the oldest man, most of it would have gone to him; the only child stole it from him!

One night he was oevercome with rage. It had been a few years, so the child was about 5 or so at hte time. He had a set of house keys aleady; he opened the door at 2AM and crept in, gasoline tank in hand....

He stopped thinking about it; no use reminising yet. He decided to hide within a old hut down here until the storm blew over. He sat in there, planning how to find her, as well as look presentable again, so not to catch attention.