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 Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 7:43 pm
"When the Immortal... known... as Death.. arrives... he will not... spare you..."
A few more labored steps towards Shun put him at almost arms reach, though he made no offensive motions.
"You... will die... but...that... saves... us.. all..."
Sureal Theme
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 7:49 pm
 "Yeah, but... I don't really want to die."
Shuniji subconsciously took a step back from the oncoming man and regarded him with an offhanded pout. He spoke like he were saying he didn't want to eat his vegetables. If he were scared on the inside, he didn't show it.
That was because everything on the inside had fainted, leaving the snarky part of his brain to man the controls as a last defense. The fact that Shuniji didn't trust this guy or know for certain if he were telling the truth only made matters worse, because that didn't change the very obvious truth that just cause or no, there was a cult with a hit out on him.
He obviously wanted some sort of alternative or elaboration from the masked man, suddenly not caring that he had eaten of his melted flesh a year earlier, but wasn't thinking clearly enough to ask outright.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 8:03 pm
Another step... and supernatural darkness consumed him. It oozed up from behind him. The inky blackness consumed his features, like a great shadow being cast upon him.
"Choices... make us..."
Then silence.
Then... he was gone.
Sureal Theme
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 8:41 pm
Insanity I discovered inside Sound, sweetly whispers to me by my side.
That it's different from ϓѳʉ... ╔══.♥.═══════════╗
...Seika Cheshiru...
╚═══════════.♥.══╝ 
Seika stood there silently, listening to the two of them converse. Her gaze would occasionally dart between the two, with nothing more than a curious stare. However, her gaze had remained on the familiar figure. Just because her composure was calmed didn't mean her mind wasn't racing with questions and worry. This man didn't look like he was bluffing about this. It made her wonder...just what the hell had the Otokage done to Shuniji. And what reason would this guy have to lie? Or more importantly...How did HE know about what the Otokage did to Shun? Greater Death? REALLY? That's a bit unnerving...
Seika merely took a few steps back and watched the man disappear with a raised brow. She was nothing short of freaked out. Not to mention the tension the man had left them with. Even so, Seika managed to keep her composure throughout the whole morbid conversation. She turned to her friend, giving him a deadpanned stare.
"Shuniji, quit your pouting. The Star of the Show never dies, Leave that for the...side Characters." Her last few words were a bit hesitant. However, she still managed to give him a teasing smirk and stuck her tongue out, as if saying "Scaredy cat~! Nana~!" One would have expected her to say- "Congratulations, douche bag. You'll be responsible for the apocalypse." Or maybe that's what Seika really wanted to say..but found it in bad taste...even for her.
Her Theme
..It told encouragements without Sound Foundations.
I bet that my Ҥeart is different fromϓours.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 8:43 pm
Had Shuniji been thinking normally, he would have brushed off the masked man's parting words as cheesy and cliched, but his current, empty-headed state left room to actually consider the idea.
What choices were there? What were the repercussions of each? What was worth what? His life? The village?
He was a Sound ninja. He always just assumed he would die in the line of duty; preferably in a suitably flashy and memorable way. In fact, being a cosmic keystone of cataclysmic destruction was the perfect way to go. Then again... so was being the martyr that staved off the apocalypse.
...Not that any of that mattered. It was simply coincidence he was getting what he wanted in the end. If the Otokage needed him, then by all means, he was going to live. That was what he'd been working for his entire life! To be important! To be needed! He had nothing else. To not throw his everything into it would be to let himself disappear.
The Otokage was his best bet. His only bet. For everything.
Right?
The ghost disappeared in some sort of blast of ink, but Shuniji didn't bother looking. He kept his head down with his hair obscuring his eyes.
"What choices? I am a Sound-nin. I am a tool. As a tool, I am to perform the task I am given until I am worn and worthless. My only goal is to be a useful and my only wish is to be irreplaceable. Tools do not make choices."
He chuckled hollowly over his own stupid, insignificant worries. He was to do as he was told, simple as that. There was no need for luxuries such as independence or freedom. Those were vices that seduced many men and left them paranoid, alone and broken. That would not be Shuniji.
Not that he had a choice.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 9:27 pm
Insanity I discovered inside Sound, sweetly whispers to me by my side.
That it's different from ϓѳʉ... ╔══.♥.═══════════╗
...Seika Cheshiru...
╚═══════════.♥.══╝
Seika's gaze sharpened as she gazed up at Shun. 'Ugh..What kind of logic is that?' Was he REALLY letting that jackass get to him? She was trying not to let all this get to her as well, however...what Shun was saying bugged her more than ANYTHING. "I'll tell you one thing. To me, Irresponsible words like, "I'm doing this for someone." Are the most despicable." She hissed with a pursed lip and drilled the end of her Scythe into the ground, using it as a kickstand. She might need to explain before biting his head off like that.
"I'll admit. People...do gain strength by living for others. In that case, what is right, and what you should focus on...is that you're not using "It's for somebody else" as an excuse. That way no matter what kind of answer you find..." She paused and reached up, lightly brushing his cheek with her hand, making sure he was listening and not just drowning in his sea of negative emotions. "It'll be on the path you chose yourself." Her last statement was a bit calmer and more comforting than stern or threatening. Pfft, she didn't have the girt to kick him while he was down. Not him...it just wasn't in her. But Seika sort of always looked up to Shun for confidence....even if he was saying negative things to her, it encouraged her to be better. Even if she was only just a pawn in the Otokage's game.
Confidence!
..It told encouragements without Sound Foundations.
I bet that my Ҥeart is different fromϓours.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 10:03 pm
Shuniji flinched instinctively as Seika's covered hand was lightly brushed against the bandages covering his face. It hardly counted as contact, but it was still the first non-threatening touch he'd received...
He was having a hard enough time thinking as it was. Reminiscing would only make it worse.
He wanted to slap her hand away, but couldn't find the strength. Her words pressed and scaled his insides like steam.
"Tch... I know. I know. You don't think I know that?" he hissed through the pressure, "It's... It's not even like that." He struggled for words. "You don't... choose your place in life. That's not how it works. You choose to accept the script you've been handed... or you fade into the background while your understudy takes over. Everyone is replaceable."
"This is my part. If I don't do anything, then it's the same as dying. That's why... no matter what the reason, what the purpose, every single, solitary action I've been handed in my life: it's always for myself."
He lifted his head and stared down at Seika with steely, gray eyes.
"That goes without saying. I've never said anything different. I've never done anything to prove myself a hypocrite. Give your speeches to someone who actually needs them."
He pulled away suddenly; turning his head like he had somewhere to go, though in all honesty, he didn't.
Shuniji gave his life to the Otokage not for the Otokage's sake, but for his own. It was a sado-masochistic symbiosis. Being born into Sound Village was a coincidence, but living for the village made it fate. It made it matter. It made Shuniji matter.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 11:06 pm
Insanity I discovered inside Sound, sweetly whispers to me by my side.
That it's different from ϓѳʉ... ╔══.♥.═══════════╗
...Seika Cheshiru...
╚═══════════.♥.══╝
Seika let out a small giggle and dropped her hand back down to her side. "Perhaps...you're a lot weaker than I always thought you were, Shuniji." She pulled her mask down, revealing a light smile. Seika wasn't taunting him, but she had been burned by him more than once and found it not really surprising. 'I don't say this s**t to sound stupid you know!'
"Wishes don't just come true...you have to go out and make it happen yourself. Which you have, you've screwed people over...to get in the position you are now." She explained, rolling her eyes at the thought. Yes, she WAS talking about him backstabbing her to get that supposedly end of the world reward. "If you want to be irreplaceable. Then don't die, Idiot. That's a choice right there." The irritation in her voice seemed to raise, but it was calm enough where you could still hear the care in her voice. Why was she even wasting her time on Shun? Hadn't she agreed to hate him or something? No- that was just her blaming somebody else for her problems. Seika's smile faded into a scowl as she continued. "Or lay down and die with the rest of the people. Weak people, Shuniji. People who didn't have the guts to stand up and say "This is what I'M doing for myself. This is my reason to live." Pfft, don't be a backup dancer. Be the irreplaceable Singer and destroy the jealous people who seek to end your purpose! OR WILL YOU SIT HERE SULKING ABOUT SOMETHING A RE-DEAD CRIPPLE MAN TOLD YOU?! YOU HAVE A CHOICE, SHUN! JUST ******** MAKE IT, AND DON'T LET THE DOOR HIT YOUR a** ON THE WAY OUT!" By now her fists were clenched and her cheeks were flustered. Seika was the spitting image of her mother.
Confidence!
..It told encouragements without Sound Foundations.
I bet that my Ҥeart is different fromϓours.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 11:47 pm
"DON'T ******** WITH ME!" Shuniji roared. Even without his megaphone, he was still easily the loudest sound in the entire hall.
"Don't spout ineffectual, pretty-sounding nonsense just because you want to feel like you're making a difference! That's demeaning to you saying this bullshit, it's demeaning to me to be forced to listen to you and it's demeaning to the whole damn village for having RAISED an idealistic twit like you!"
"Why are you doing this? What are you trying to do? Make me smile? Make me laugh? Make me jump up and down dancing with GLEE because I'm free as a bird, the world is my oyster, I've got my whole life ahead of me? What is wrong with you!?" He sounded horrified.
"I told you. I ******** told you not to waste your goddamn time on useless pursuits! And what do you do? You rant to someone you should, for all logical purposes, hate because why? Why, Seika? Do you need a friend? A project? A replacement for your brother? Your damned cat?"
"That's not even the crux of the matter, Seika. No. The third strike is that my mind is already made UP!"
"It's not my choice whether or not I get to have the ******** magic ball of power lodged in my chest. It's not my choice to have an organization out for my hide. It's not my choice whether or not I can be replaced when I die. It wasn't my choice to get set on fire, get abducted, wear the shame mask, lose my round of the Chunin Exams, fail all those missions, ******** eat a man. If I had a choice, I'd choose to have the ******** Sharingan and be raised by people who wanted kids, preferably in Cloud Village where I wouldn't have to deal with you! And my name wouldn't ******** be Shuniji!"
"No. I don't have all these mystical choices, Seika, that will veer me onto the path of wishes and self-fulfillment. They're wishes, Seika. They're things that we want to come true that never will. They're like hope but more futile."
"I have two choices, Seika. Two. I can either roll over, admit defeat and let my existence past and present crumble, or I can man up, accept my fate and use it as a platform to ******** ROCK THIS WORLD."
Shuniji became very quiet, though his eyes focused his intensity at Seika like lasers.
"...And does it look like I'm ready to throw in the towel?"
There was a beat of silence. Dead silence. Either Shuniji had attracted the attention of everyone in the room, driven them all off with his screaming, or rendered all present company deaf. It was silent. Shuniji raised his hand in a hostile, gripping motion.
"Now..... Are there anymore motivational posters you wanna rip off? Or are we done here?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 3:54 am
Insanity I discovered inside Sound, sweetly whispers to me by my side.
That it's different from ϓѳʉ... ╔══.♥.═══════════╗
...Seika Cheshiru...
╚═══════════.♥.══╝
Seika hadn't budged an inch, even when he had gone off on her. No doubt her feelings were hurt...a lot actually, but her facial expression was more angry than sad. No...Seika never cried....and she wouldn't start. Crying was a sign of weakness...She simply shook her head at him disappointingly. There wasn't going to be an end to this argument. "Perhaps you've forgotten who the real enemy is." Her voice sounded stern, but there was a hidden undertone of something close to hurt. In reality, Seika didn't have anybody else. She wasn't aiming to "fix" Shun, but to simply get along on normal standards with him. Who knows...maybe it was her that was the problem. Eh...she'll ponder over it another time, Like always...For now though. "....Let me know when you're done feeling sorry for yourself. This Idealistic Twit of a Friend will be on the other side of the arena. I've got Things to prep for...and priorities to set." This time, her voice got weaker as she spoke. Seika died a little inside. She turned and shook her head once more. It got so hard...to just look at him now. So she just trailed off, dragging her Scythe on the ground behind her. There was nothing more to argue about here. Oh wait...Did he say he ate a man? Pfft, It didn't matter anymore. He could eat 200 men and get Kuru disease for all she cared! Maybe she just needed to cool off...
KREEEEEEE-THUNK! "AAAAAAHHHHHGGHAHHHH!" A male voice bellowed in pain.
Just as Seika whirled around the screaming immediately subsided. She glanced down at the blade of her Scythe and spotted a bit of blood on it. Had she...run over somebody with her Scythe? For a moment Seika glanced up at Shun, wondering if he heard it too, but then remembered she was still trying to be mad at him. "Hmph!" She snorted childishly and turned on her heel, walking the other direction.
Confidence!
..It told encouragements without Sound Foundations.
I bet that my Ҥeart is different fromϓours.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 10:44 am
Shuniji wanted to hurt Seika. If she hadn't walked away, he probably would have.
He shakily lowered his arm and stalked away, still fuming over her words. It wasn't that she was so blatantly wrong, (they weren't friends, dammit) it was that she was telling him things he already knew.
Since he was little, Shuniji wanted to be a teacher when he became a jounin. Being the smartest one in the room had an obvious appeal, so naturally, Seika's fortune cookie wisdom annoyed him to no end.
He smirked in satisfaction as the grating down of Seika's dragging scythe was interrupted by someone screaming. It filled him with a warm fuzziness that helped dissolve his frustration.
He wasn't mincing words. He knew Wairudokaado was coming. They wanted to kill him. He had to not die. If anything, he should relax, as dying wasn't anywhere near the worst punishment one could receive here for failing a mission.
Shuniji whistled to himself as he walked to the other side of the arena.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 3:43 pm
Insanity I discovered inside Sound, sweetly whispers to me by my side.
That it's different from ϓѳʉ... ╔══.♥.═══════════╗
...Seika Cheshiru...
╚═══════════.♥.══╝
Seika slowly trailed through the second floor of the arena, letting the long blade of the Scythe drag on the ground, making a loud SCCRRRREEEEEEEEEE~! As it graced the concrete with it's pleasant "nails to the chalkboard" sound. It wasn't hard to tell that Seika. Was. Pissed, and there wasn't anything she could do to quell that anger. Which made her even more irritable. it wouldn't be surprising if she just came here to vent her anger on other people, but that wasn't the case. Seika was a good girl...she'd keep her composure. However, the way she was carrying herself made the people around her uneasy.
There was that strange aura that surrounded her. Not visible of course. It was more of a feeling, a warning. Seika WILL insert her foot up your a**. KREEEEEEE-THUNK! Was the sound of the blade finally detaching itself from the long flexible pole. Seika merely turned and retrieved the long 6 foot blade. Once she found a suitable place to work, she plopped down on the ground with her knee's pressed against her chest, and began working on her Scythe.
With a book in one hand and a large, shiny metal gear in the other. Seika worked diligently, putting the small gears in place as if it were an easy puzzle. She knew what she wanted, The image was there in her head. The two larger gears fit rather snugly with the blade, aside from a couple small ones that were shoved in there for better support. This would enable the blade to shift up and be used as if it were a spear. However, the more features she added on...the heavier it got. When she was finished putting the gears in place, Seika reached over in a small bag and pulled out a wrench and some bolts. Her hair fell gently over her shoulders as she screwed the bolts in. There were a few very...loud noises that she could hear, almost like arguing, however she really couldn't be bothered to even look. She was much too busy making some final adjustments to her new Weapon.
Seika let out a long relived sigh when she had finally screwed in the last bolt. Finally...the hard part was finished. She motioned to grab an item out of her bag, but got a bloody foot waved in her face instead. "Can you tell me what's wrong with this picture?!" barked a high pitched...male voice? Seika merely glanced up at the man with a raised brow. He had frighteningly long bright pink hair, his eyes were a light purple. If she had to guess, He'd be about 178cm tall....possibly in the age group of 17-18, and boy did he look disgruntled.
There was a large, deep wound that literally split right between his Big Toe and Index. Seika could only assume it was from dragging her Scythe on the ground. "Excuse me, but you're getting blood on me. Move." She responded calmly, shoving his leg away from her. Surprisingly, Seika didn't want to start anything, She just wanted to be left alone. However, This guy didn't take the hint.
"You'll get more than just MY blood on ya in a second here if you don't cut that act of yours!" The Chunin snarled, Punching hole in the wall by her head to catch her attention. Did this guy have sort of enhanced strength?
Seika merely glanced up at him with a raised brow. She looked unamused by his display of violence. "You know, I'm quite surprised...Most jackasses like you travel in packs." Then glanced back down and began to fiddle with her Scythe again. The Chunin looked LIVID that she'd have the audacity to regard him as if he were trash.
The pink headed man clenched his fists and pulled back to deliver a punch to her face. "...If you can't bite your tongue, clench your teeth for the great Akashi!."
With a swift motion, Seika jabbed the Chunin in the gut with the end of her Scythe. He stumbled back until he hit the bars, He motioned to retaliate, but was interrupted by the huge blade that was pressed against his neck. "It makes the attack pointless when you warn the opponent that you're going to strike them." She explained in a monotone that sounded close to dead serious. Suddenly a Kunai whizzed past Seika's neck, barley grazing her. Seika's eyes narrowed as she glanced around to find the Source. Sure enough...There were Three girls on her right, dressed in what looked like....Akashi's clothing.
"Aha~! Looks like my fan girls have come to play with you!"
"Your Fan Girls have horrible aim." She retorted bluntly, catching a stray Kunai that was headed for her Midriff section. Her hand that still held the Scythe to his neck was shaking...it was getting tired, it couldn't hold the weight on it's own. Akashi noticed this and responded with a wide grin.
"Looks like I win this one, Cheshiru." Then just like that..disappeared from her sight.
Seika lowered her Scythe and glanced around in confusion. He just...vanished? She could smell a strong sent of cherry blossoms, and sure enough they swarmed around her like the plague. Was this a Genjutsu? No...it wasn't. This was way different. She clenched her Scythe and kept it closer to her body. Suddenly she felt a a sharp pain in her side. Seika glanced down and found a medium sized cut. She could only assume it was from this jackasses Jutsu- Seika's train of thought had been interrupted by another silent incision on her skin, this time it was her shoulder. "K-KYA!" She still had her burns there. So that specific part of her body was still a bit sensitive. There was a sick laughter that filled the cherry blossom vortex. He was teasing her. Seika gritted her teeth in frustration, It was difficult to defeat an enemy she couldn't see. There was a faint sound of his wooden sandals clacking on the ground, but it was barley loud enough to hear over the whistling sound of the vortex. Though something on the ground caught her eye, Bloody footprints. Seika would have smirked if she hadn't been interrupted by another strike to her Midriff section. At least now...she knew what to do.
"Ahaha! I would have expected more from Shuniji's fan girl."
"I'M NOT HIS FAN GIRL!"
"Ah, but what of those wonderful display of feelings, PASSION you two showed when you were arguing~! Truly the sight of a Lovers quarrel! A FORBIDDEN LOVE BETWEEN FAN GIRL AND MAN!"
Uh...What? This guy was obviously high. Even if Seika couldn't see him...she could still feel the disgusting aura he was spewing. The petal vortex might as well have been sparkling.
".....When I get out of this, I swear to god I'll break your ******** neck." Seika grimaced with a disgusted tone. This was far from over.
1164/1000 Scythe Mastery C Rank- Achieved!
Her Theme
Akashi
..It told encouragements without Sound Foundations.
I bet that my Ҥeart is different fromϓours.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 7:03 pm
Insanity I discovered inside Sound, sweetly whispers to me by my side.
That it's different from ϓѳʉ... ╔══.♥.═══════════╗
...Seika Cheshiru...
╚═══════════.♥.══╝
Not more than five minutes had past since she got stuck in this hell hole of a vortex. She could blow it away with some Wind jutsu, but Seika was trying not to be too dependent on it. She could do this without it. "Ah~! What's wrong? Have you given up already? You're just standing there....It's not going to be fun torturing you if you're silent.." He cooed and made another strike at her, this time taking a slice at her hands. He was trying to disarm her.
"You know there's nothing that pisses me off more than cowards who are too ugly to show their faces in battle." Seika was obviously trying to piss him off on purpose....one thing she was really good at. Not that she was proud of it. Judging by the clumsy, but louder clanking of his sandals...he was probably pissed off, but since he was applying more pressure on his feet, more blood would rush out of his foot. Seika could see it, the blood spattering about on the ground...coming from her right side. Seika thrust her Scythe around in a diagonal position to the right. She'd get him this time. However, Akashi only had enough time to elude the blade and got hit with the steel pole. It knocked him back a bit, but now he was visible to her. He didn't notice though, he was still trying to catch his breath. Seika took this opportunity to strike him down. With a swift movement with her hand, she made a single hand sign. "Hidden Shadow Snake hands!"
About four snakes shot out of Seika's sleeve, wrapping themselves around Akashi's hands and neck. "Aha! I'll start calling you Medusa...only you don't need to look at people to be repulsive~!" He laughed then choked, the snakes were constricting him now. However, none of them seemed to be biting him.
"Is this how you escape getting your a** kicked? Trash talk?" She spoke with a raised brow while her outstretched arm shook feverishly. It was the same hand Akashi had wounded. So it was loosing a fair amount of blood. Seika turned her attention back to Akashi who was...."What the ******** are you doing?"
Akashi was squirming awkwardly around...almost provocatively. It looked like belly dancing gone horribly wrong. "Ah~! It seems I've been bound by a naughty girl who seeks to end my many years of innocence~~! Please be gentle Cheshiru-chan~!"
Seika looked. "...Uh, WHAT?!" Nothing short of disgusted and mortified by his display of...belly dancing and perversion. WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS GUY?! She cringed and took a step back. This guy reminded her of somebody...not in the good way either.
"YOU CAN TAKE MY INNOCENCE...MY LIFE...JUST DON'T CONVERT MY FANS INTO SHUNIJISM!" He cried squirming around even more. Akashi...is the kind of a man that you would use as a blueprint to build an idiot.
Each time he moved it caused Seika to twitch in disgust. Ewwww...At first she was just going to drop him over the edge and be done with him, but now she actually thought about putting Akashi out of his misery.
"Easy, Akashi. Her bark is worse than her bite..." A deep and stern voice interrupted them both. The man wore a dramatic looking trench coat with an eye patch. And on his head was his most prized possession, his hunters hat. Seika, however knew exactly who it was. She could recognize that voice from anywhere. Kazuo Cheshiru, Her father.
"Huh..Looks like I spoke to soon. Idiots DO travel in packs." Seika grumbled and rolled her eyes. The snakes released him and dispersed, causing Akashi to drop rather clumsily on the ground.
"Takes one to know one, you passive aggressive b***h." Akashii retorted.
"Akashi..."
"Why don't you go home to Ken, you pink fagot."
"Seika!"
"Pfft, don't be jealous." Akashii flipped his hair elegantly.
"....Ugh, you're like a douche bag version of Shuniji."
"BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!" Kazuo barked firmly, stomping his foot on the ground to catch their attention. Things were getting a bit too awkward here.
Her Theme
..It told encouragements without Sound Foundations.
I bet that my Ҥeart is different fromϓours.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 8:55 pm
Shuniji was still pissed off. He was mad at Seika, of course and that whole "impending doom" thing, but now... now there was something different.
Something... pinker.
"Someone's stealing the spotlight... SOMEONE WHO'S NOT ME."
He wrenched himself away from the training dummy he had been whaling on to see Seika flanked by a man and a... man?
Shuniji glowered. Ah, yes. He recognized that loser. He'd seen him loitering around the training hall surrounded by a ridiculous crowd of fangirls; mostly genin and academy girls.
DAMMIT, THAT SHOULD BE HIM SURROUNDED BY LITTLE GIRL--wait, that came out wrong.
Considering the day he'd been having, Shuniji was now upset to the point of incoherency as he glared daggers swords KUSANAGI in the rosette's direction, while violently melting the head off the nearby training dummy with his grip.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 9:53 pm
The three stood there awkwardly until her father decided to break the ice. "Seika, we need to talk." He glared down at her with cold accusing eyes. As if he were incriminating her for something.
Seika motioned to reply with something snark but was interrupted by Akashi flailing about. "No, Kazuo-kun~! You're so boring...HONESTLY YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS WORKWORKWORK~!"
"Akashi, Shut up, or I'll break your fingers again." Kazuo snapped, turning his cold gaze over to his annoying partner.
"....You should see a doctor about getting that stick out of your a**~!" He cooed and twirled around Seika who looked...utterly miserable. But then he got distracted with a....sensation no- A feeling...Like somebody was staring at him. "My...RIVAL!" He pointed dramatically and grinned. "I wonder if he wants my autograph.."
Seika rolled her eyes and turned her gaze over to Shun. He...didn't look to happy either. This made her feel very uneasy. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"Have no fear, Seika-chan! I'll free you from his monstrous spell! You'll see who the real winner is!"
"Are you retarded? He's like my partner. There's no spell you stupid A-"
"PREPARE TO BE CONVERTED...GIRLS! GET THE CEREMONIAL GLITTER!!" He interrupted.
"Do you even listen to yourself?"
Completely ignoring Seika he turned his attention to Shuniji, mounting his foot on the bar with a Captain Morgan stance. "Ah~! Well if it isn't Shuniji! I SEE YOU ADMIRING ME FROM OVER THERE....ARE YOU READY TO GIVE IN AND BECOME..." He paused and flexed his muscles. "My #1 Fan, baby cakes?" He gloated and flipped his hair elegantly. Random squeals of excitement could be heard from a now gross amount of Fan girls that seemed to be piling in by the second.
"....Oh screw this. I warned you." Seika took a few steps back from where she stood. This idiot was going to cause a s**t STORM with Shuniji. DID HE EVEN KNOW WHAT SHUN DOES?! He's like Jack the face ripper! Oh well...maybe she'd enjoy watching this Idiot get his a** kicked.
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