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 Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 10:44 pm
 Time had been passing with considerable slowness. Even training began to grow into a mundane task when there was nothing real to test one's skills on. Since arriving in this strange, furry world, he'd seen absolutely no Akuma, despite daily patrols. And even though it felt like only yesterday he'd awoken with four awkward paws and three unruly tails, it had actually been quite a long time. No Akuma yet and he was still looking. There was no other reason for him to be here. He was certain that the Order would never have sent him here so pointlessly when the war with the Earl had become so heated in the world he hailed from.
Tossing his head, Kanda sent his long ponytail flipping back over his shoulder. It had grown longer with his time here and it was only recently that he'd gained enough skill with his paws to even attempt tightening the hairband. Curling in on himself, he unsheathed Mugen the best way he'd learned. Paws couldn't hold a sword, but now it was bitten tightly in his jaws. Lots of practice had allowed him to begin training with Mugen once more, rather than with just his inherited claws. Steadying, he closed his eyes, remaining still and quiet for a long moment before crouching and sending himself into a flying pounce. The low branch he'd targeted didn't stand a chance. It gave way before the power of Mugen's blade, sliced cleanly from the tree. It fell faster than its attacker, letting it hit the ground first. The nimble Exorcist came stomping down on it not long after, snapping it in two.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 11:04 pm
 "...Cooooool."
When Kitsumi had decided to take a walk, she hadn't been expecting this. The other Kitsusagi was not only dressed in weird clothing, but he was waving around a fancy sword to boot. This automatically gave him the title of 'awesome' in her books. Not to mention the fact that he had managed to cut down a tree with such a clean slice. That earned him quite a bit of brownie points.
With absolutely no regard to the other's personal space or feelings, she bounced up towards him cheerfully, her tails thumping against the ground as she seated herself directly in front of him. "How did you do that? Do you think you can teach me too? What's your name? I'm Kitsumi! That's a cool sword - where did you get it? And that outfit? By the way, isn't cutting down trees bad?"
She continued to ask more questions, completely oblivious - or just ignoring - any signs of surprise or irritation at her sudden appearance and string of questions. It could also be said that her questions were a little insensitive or rude. While it wasn't intentional, things like this seemed to slip by the female Kitsusagi frequently.
"You're pretty, you know. Are you a girl?" She studied his long black hair with interest, and then tilted her head to take a look at her own hair in comparison. "I think your hair is shinier than mine!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 11:27 pm
Eyes opened. The presence had been felt even before she opened her mouth. And while he'd originally deemed her harmless, it seemed this female was far from such a notion. At least, where his sanity was concerned. His lips curled into an obviously unhappy expression around the hilt of his sword, which had sheathed itself after the attack and was now a darker and duller shade of black. Without even attempting to begin answering, he curled back, pushing Mugen back into its belt-like holster. When he'd finished, she was still talking, and he was sure his ears were going to bleed if she kept it up much longer.
Backing off of the branch he'd snapped, he meant to put a little distance between the two of them while she was still seated. Hopefully she wouldn't get up. Still, he was quite certain he could outrun her if the situation called for it.
"I don't see how any of that is your business," he bit harshly, although his response looked to fall on deaf ears as her questions continued to relentlessly pelt him. His own tails twitched in aggravation. For all the emotions he'd learned to show with the three appendages, such a happy wag as hers had never been accomplished. Dark eyes narrowed further and further with her spirited babbling. He was ready to go. A booted back paw scraped the ground and his muscles prepared to lead him in the opposite direction as fast as possible. However, her next question stopped him cold. Eyes widened completely and the fur on his tails bristled.
"A girl?!" he spat. "Do I look like a girl to you?" Although the question was rather pointless, considering she probably wouldn't have asked if she didn't think he at least looked feminine. The idea reminded him of the Moyashi's similar insults, which only made him angrier.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 11:43 pm
Despite the fact that he didn't answer any of her previous questions, Kitsumi had continued to shoot them at him from every angle that she could. She hadn't gotten much out from him at all, but she continued to prod relentlessly.
She had to decency to look surprised when the other Kitsusagi's strategy changed from ignoring her, to confronting her. The look of surprise was quickly replaced with her former, happy grin as she cocked her head to the side, all innocence. "Well, you ARE quite pretty, y'know!" She chirped. While she personally thought this was a compliment, it didn't occur to her that the male wouldn't think the same. It didn't take others too long to realize that Kitsumi's brain didn't work in the same way as others did. Yes, it was quite accurate to dub her as insane.
"From you reaction, I guess you're not a girl, huh?" She furrowed her brows in thought, "Sorry 'bout that! You're just prettier than the other guys I know, like Saix and Edgey. You remind me of them - they're grumpy-pants just like you! None of them have shiny hair like yours though, or pretty faces either. You could be a model if you wanted! Girls would swoon over you and stuff!"
After a moment of thought, she stood up and proceeded to prance around him in a circle. "So! What's your name, Mr. Not-a-girl? Do you have a nickname? Can I call you by that nickname? Lets go swing that sword of yours some more! But not at me, mmkay? I don't want to die yet! So, want to be my new friend?"
She stopped talking abruptly, stopping in front of him and staring at him expectantly. Yes, she did expect him to go through and answer every little question that she had just asked. Or well, at the very least his name. Then she could come up with her own nickname for him!
How fun that would be!
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 12:23 am
In all honesty, he was quite certain that being called beautiful wouldn't sit well with any man. Well, any real man. And though he was still young and sharp-featured, he would never, under threat of torture and death, admit to being anything akin to beautiful or feminine. And being told his was prettier than other guys didn't much help the situation, either. Her idea of a good thing seemed ridiculous in his opinion.
Taking a step back again, he put on the most unfriendly face he could muster. Such a look would've scared even the bravest of Exorcists and finders back at the Order. But since this female was far from normal, he wasn't overly surprised when she went right on babbling as if he actually cared at all about what she had to say. Unfortunately, before he had the chance to think of fleeing again, she'd begun her merry prance around him. WHAT was with her?
"Isn't it customary to give your own name before asking for someone else's?" he questioned, mostly sure she wasn't listening. With a deep grumble, he finally answered one of her questions in as civilized a manner as his current temper could produce. "I'm Kanda and that's what you will call me." Nicknames were not something he ever allowed. His first name was off limits, as well, considering he couldn't even stand hearing it from the somewhat tolerable Lavi. How he hated the sound of it.
Grateful that she'd quit circling him, but unhappy that she was back in his face again, he scowled.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 9:00 pm
The two must have been a curious sight to others. One was nearly glaring, while the other's face beamed like the sun itself. The difference in the two Kitsusagi's personalities were like night and day. And it must have been pretty obvious which was which.
"But I did tell you my name!" She smiled, wagging her tails again. She HAD mentioned her name briefly during her torrent of questions. It was no wonder Kanda had missed it - any sane person would have tried to tune her out after the first few questions. "If you already forgot, I'm Kitsumi! But yo can call me Kit or something else if you want, yup!"
She tilted her head to the side, her face turning thoughtful when the male gave her his name. "Kanda, huh? That's a pretty cool name! It suits you!" Again, more wagging of her tail, "But don't you like nicknames? Like...Kan-kan would be cute!" Her blue eyes had lit up upon coming up with this new nickname. If Kanda wanted to get the idea out of her head, he had better do it fast, before it stuck for good.
"So," Kitsumi spoke up suddenly, raising a paw to point towards the rather odd outfit he wore, "What's up with that outfit? Does it have something to do with your job when you were still human?"
Or at least, she assumed that he was the same as others she had met - once human, and now Kitsusagi. She had learned a great deal from those she had befriended - it certainly sounded like being human was fascinating! Like when Phoenix and Edgeworth told her stories about the courtroom, and the cases they had to work on. It sounded so exciting!
"Do you have a spiffy job too? Will you tell me about it? Please, please, pleeeeease?" She whined eagerly.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:50 am
Kitsumi, eh? He most definitely had missed it during her questioning. Or rather, he'd stopped listening as soon as he realized she wasn't planning on shutting her maw anytime soon. Well, perhaps he would remember it if she was still in his company within the next half hour or so. Probably not, but there was always a slight possibility. Kanda was never very good with remembering names or placing names with faces. Especially when they were attached to an annoying kitsu such as this one. And even more so when his mind raced with the idea of fleeing at any minute.
At her next idea, a stressed expression crossed his features. Was she deaf? He was certain his statement had been firm enough. Although, it didn't surprise him that much. As short as their time together had been so far, he noted with great annoyance that she probably wasn't one to listen to what others told her to do. That sort of personality would make a poor Exorcist. Sure, he didn't always want to listen to his superiors, but the missions allowed him to vent his frustrations and continue with his goals.
"I don't need a 'cute' nickname," he seethed between clenched teeth, moments away from snapping and shouting at this point. "Call me by my name or don't call me anything at all." His mouth opened again and he looked about ready to continue scolding when she changed the subject without warning. He huffed.
"This is an Exorcist coat," he responded, voice lowering to a cordial tone. In his own world, nearly everyone recognized the cross on his chest and never asked questions. They merely provided what he and his companions needed and got out of the way. It was still odd to have to explain. Not that he was planning on adding anything more than that simple answer, of course.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 12:31 pm
Oblivious as ever to the male's irritation, she beamed at him, her tails never stopping their rapid pace. She cocked her head to the side, the silly, friendly grin still pasted on her face. "What about 'Mr. Kanda'? Nothing wrong with that, is there?" She seemed a little disappointed that she couldn't call him 'Kan-kan', or some other equally as 'adorable' - or to be more specific, embarrassing - nickname.
Still, a look of determination flickered across her face for a moment. By the time this day was over, she would either get Kanda to allow her to call him by a nickname, or at least prod his first name out of him. Another grin spread across her maw, mischievous this time. Oh, this would be a long day for Kanda indeed.
She tilted her head to the side, flattening her ears slightly as she stooped down a little so that she was eye-level with the coat. "An...exorcist coat?" Kitsumi repeated, looking puzzled. "What's an exorcist?" She flopped down onto her stomach, glancing up at him like a child expecting an exciting story. Which is exactly what she was doing.
"Does it have anything to do with that spiffy sword? Where did you learn to do that anyways?" Kitsumi asked, seeming ready to launch another wave of questions at the poor Kitsusagi.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 8:32 pm
Deep frown lessening into something surprisingly less foreboding, he let out a sigh for what must've been the umpteenth time that meeting. No, he really didn't consider himself old enough to be a mister. But yes, it was better than something as insulting as 'Kan-Kan.' There was a little internal annoyance that told him, no matter what he wished, he wasn't going to win this little back-and-forth to his satisfaction. If 'Mr. Kanda' was rejected, he knew she wouldn't give up until some name--any name besides the name he offered--was finally agreed to. "Fine. But that's it. I don't want to hear any more stupid ideas." He told her with a finality that he hoped she would give up and also agree to.
Dark eyes following her as she flopped to the ground, he looked momentarily perplexed. How was it...? Did she really not know what an Exorcist was? This wasn't his birth realm, that was true, and it had been necessary for her to ask about the coat, but he'd assumed she'd merely needed a refresher. "It's none of your business. If you don't already know, then it's better that you don't," he answered flatly, looking away.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 7:51 am
Her eyes lit up momentarily as a look of delight crossed her face. "Yay! I get to call you Mr. Kanda!" She chirped, before her gaze darted away for a second and she muttered, 'for now' under her breath. She then pouted, looking hurt, though her eyes were shining with amusement. "My ideas are not stupid, Mr. Kanda." Kitsumi argued back with a furious shake of her head, "They're...um. Friendly ideas. Don't you feel closer to people when they give you a nickname?"
Perhaps Kitsumi was just too friendly for her own good. Or maybe she was just really, really dense, and a little lacking in the sanity department. It was probably the latter.
Her ears flattened immediately at his refusal. "But Mr. Kanda, I want to knoooow." She whimpered, hopping up and bounding over so that they were face to face. "Pllllleeeeease?"
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