Welcome to Gaia! ::

Kibo notices that Natasha's anger aura had grown by the end of his last speech. However, he soon realized that it was his own anger and frustration that was making the aura grow, not hers. He takes a deep breath, calming himself. When he speaks again, his voice is much softer, more velveteen, than the harsh growl he had just spoken in.

Kibo: Another thing about choosing destiny. You don't have to stick with the path you chose. You can go back and change your course. If he truly loves you, and lord knows he does, "I'm sorry" is all you need to say.

Kibo: That tear not too long ago should have tipped you off. I did for me.

Kibo crouches onto his knees in front of her, tilting her face up.

Kibo: Just talk to him. Only good can come from it.

Anita peeks quietly from the other side of the railing, pulling an unconscious, but completely healed, Leo onto the deck.

Kibo: Did you fix him?

Anita: Of course I fixed him! I can fix things as minor as skin wounds easy!

Kibo: Good. Nats, just go to him, be with him. If he's a decent man, which I know he is, he's already forgiven you.

Kibo turns toward Anita, calling her over to him.

Kibo: C'mon, they need some time alone.

Anita nods, and Kibo taps his sleeved arm. Anita waves goodbye to the two, even though she was fairly sure neither were paying her the least bit of attention, and fades away.

Kibo lays in a bunk belowdecks, wondering what was going on abovedecks. He notices some small pink bubbles floating through the wood, and smiles. It was the "Necronomic Incarnation," as he called it, of love. The deeper pink the bubbles were, the truer the love was. The bubbles, he noted, were almost red.

Kibo slowly dozes off belowdecks, snoring lightly. His dreams, however, were filled with protesting spirits, and demonic attacks. And Kibo wasn't sure whether each was real or only in his imagination. He tosses and turns restlessly, only sleeping for a half hour. He sits up in the bunk, rubbing his eyes, and feeling the slick areas beneath them; a sign that his dark circles were still there. He groans in exasperation, throwing his hands down at his sides.

He sighs, his matted hair and circled eyes only adding to his disheveled look.

Kibo: You have no idea.

Kibo: Unfortunately, I can sleep, but when I do, there's always the chance I'll never get up. My mind's open, and demons, angry spirits, and all kinds of nasties can get in.