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 Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 11:07 pm
Kusuri's home. It's furnished with a decent sized television, and a couch in the living room, similar to Dojima's. There's a Kotatsu in the closet, and it has 3 bedrooms, and 2 bathrooms. Kusuri's room itself, has a computer on a desk, along with several books for studying. She has a pretty good sized T.V. in her room, and a futon to sleep on. All in all, it's a nice place.
Her closet is lined up with some of the latest fashions, and the cabinenets are almost always filled with food.
She lives there with her father, who hopes for the best for his daughter.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 11:10 pm
 Kusuri wandered into her house, coughing a bit as she made her way in. She had been a little later than she would have liked, but she just moved to her room and prepared for bed. Hopefully, her sickness would finally be over by the next day, so she could head to school. She laid down on her left side, as she closed her good eye and fell asleep.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 11:46 pm
Kusuri woke up, the sun beaming in through her window. She got up off of her bed, and moved over to her closet, getting out her school uniform as she moved over, and stepped into her bathroom, disrobing her clothes from the previous day as she turned the water on, and started to get into the shower. She had burn marks over most of the right half of her face, and a bit on the back of her neck. Thankfully her hair managed to hide this as she went about in school. After a good few minutes in the shower, she continued her morning preperations. Her Flu seemed to have finally cured up, as she hadn't coughed yet. She looked herself once over in the mirror as she made sure her scar was hidden by her hair, and she grabbed her schoolbag as she started out on the way to school.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 11:18 pm
 After a short walk down the street, Kusuri stopped, and turned as they approached her house. Faust turned a bit with her, wondering why she did that. "You didn't have to walk me home..." Kusuri called, averting her gaze with him slightly, wearing a bit of a shy expression. Faust raised an eyebrow. "You live here?" he called, surprised at the thought. Kusuri turned back to him, her expression snapped back to normal. "Y-Yeah." she called to him, trying to regain her composure. "Cool.." he called, lightly. Kusuri smiled a bit as he said that, feeling rather proud. However, before she could get too excited, the loud noise of the door opening caused both of them to jump. "Kusuri!!" a much older male voice called out. Kusuri's palm planted itself on her forehead momentarily as a tall figure with dark brown hair came out, approaching the two of them. "Where have you been?" he called, "I don't think you're in any clubs, and I doubt you would stay at school this long. Did you get in a Fight? Did you get hit on the head and develop ammnesia?" Kusuri shook her head. "No dad..." she called, lightly. "I was at a friends.." "A friends?" her dad called, as he turned, and finally noticed Faust, standing there nervously. Faust scratched the back of his head as he was being looked over. "H-Hello..." Faust called, nervously. "Y-you must be Keiraku-san's Father..." "Why yes I am." he called, looking the figure over. He was wearing a boy's uniform, but he wasn't entirely convinced he was in fact male. Then again.... "Y-Yeah, this is my dad.." Kusuri called, turning slightly. "Dad, this is Necromonium-kun. We met at school today.." Her father paused. "Necramoneam...kun?" he called, obviously mispronouncing it. "Faust Necromonium.." Faust called, bowing deeply. "It's my honor Keiraku-san."
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 11:31 pm
Kusuri's father eyed the young male with long hair, a look on his face similar to his daughter's when she was appraising Naomi's laptop. After a minute of silence, and analyzing, his expression melted into a warm grin. "Approved!!" he called, giving a thumbs up gesture. Faust chuckled nervously. "A-approved?" he called, nervously. The dad kept up with his smile. "Yep!! You get the father's seal of approval!" he called back. "You seem like a nice enough guy for my..." He was cut off by a sharp blow to his shin, courtesy of Kusuri's foot. "Dad!! It's not like that!!" she called flushing lightly as she started to try and reason with him, the two eventually leading into what appeared to be an all out argument, although it was namely Kusuri that had been doing the arguing. Faust was quiet for a while, not wanting to get in the argument, but looking at the time, he had to say something. "Um...Keiraku-san." he called, causing both Kusuri and her father to turn. "Yes?" they called in unison, as Kusuri turned to her father. "Faust was tal.." she started, "Ah, so you're on a first name basis with him already?" Her dad interrupted, giving a sort of childish expression. "I..I mean Necromonium-kun was talking to me!!" She corrected, flushing a bit again. "But it's so confusing when he says our family name with -san," he countered, "It would be so much easier if he would just call you by your first name, like you do him." "I told you dad!!" she started "Um...." Faust lightly interrupted, causing her to turn. "I was just going to say I have to get home now..." She paused a bit, finding it odd he would have to tell her that. "See you tommorow Keiraku-san.." he called, waving as he left the father and daughter.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 11:45 pm
As Faust walked off, Kusuri turned to her dad, an angry look on her face as she walked into the house. "Kusu, don't be like that." her dad called. "I was just trying to be friendly." Kusuri turned, an annoyed look on her face, but it faded away into a light smile. "You're such a doofus dad." she called, lightly. Her dad moved closer, leaning in like he was about to tell her a secret. "So...what's he like?" he whispered, quietly. Kusuri flushed lightly, and hit her dad across the face with her hand. "I told you, it's not like that!!" she huffed. "I just met him today, and there's nothing between us." Her dad paused a bit, as his expression dropped. "Did he see your scar?" he asked, in a much more serious tone. Kusuri's expression darkened too, as she lowered her head. "No..." she called, reaching for the side of her face covered by her bangs. "Nobody saw it. Not yet at least..." Her father pulled back, sensing his daughter's uneasiness. "He seemed like a nice enough boy." he called. "I'm sure he'd still like you. Even if..." "Even if what?!" she snapped back, getting angry. "If I showed him my scar? Why does it matter anyways? What does my scar have to do with people being nice?" "Nothing, it's just.." "Leave me alone!!" Kusuri called, as she stomped up to her room, leaving her father near the entrance. "I really do think he's nice though." he called, to himself.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 11:55 pm
Kusuri went into her room, slammed the door, and locked it. Why did her dad have to bring that up? She quickly went over to a mirror in her room, and lifted her hair up as she looked at her reflection. the left half of her face looked perfectly normal, and nothing was wrong with it. The right half however, was mostly marred by her large burn scar, which eclipsed her right eye. The image gave her the impression she was little more than a damaged doll, unwanted by anyone. The students at her last school had been more than willing to poke fun at, gawk at, or insult her once they saw her scar. It was a little wonder that she was all too glad to move away. She still missed her mother. She missed her a lot. Kusuri let her hair fall back down over her scar as she moved over to her bed, tears welling up in her exposed eye. Why? Why did her mother have to die in that fire? Why did she have to have such a prominent reminder of the fire for the rest of her life? Why were people so mean to her? The questions just kept piling up as she felt herself getting a bit overwhelmed, as she got back up, and cut out the light, then heading to bed. Hopefully, when she woke up the next morning, she'd be able to calm down a bit, and think more clearly....Hopefully...
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 9:13 am
Kusuri got up from her sleep, rubbing at her eye as she prepared herself for morning, unaware of the tradgedy that had occured the previous night. She turned on the shower, and stepped in, letting the warm water wash away the bad feelings of last night.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 9:14 am
As Kusuri was finishing up her shower, Faust stopped in front of her house, looking at it. He moved up to the door, quietly as he started to put his hand up on it. He slowly gathered the courage to attempt a knock, but the moment his fist hit the door, it was slung open, and the next thing he knew, he was in a sort of chokehold. "Ahah! I caught you Murderer!!" Kusuri's father called out, as he held the poor boy, who was still trying to figure out what the hell just happened. "K-Keiraku-san?" he called to the man as best as he could. "Don't try and Trick me!!!" he called, not easing up at the mention of his own name. "I know seven different ways to incapacitate you, murderer, and don't think I won't use em! I was in the army you know!!! I was trained to take out people like you!!" Faust panicked starting to flail around, trying desperately to free himself. Kusuri had wrapped herself in her towel, and was starting out of the bathroom, when she heard a ruckus coming downstairs. She wondered what it could be, and started to let curiousity get the better of her.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 10:25 am
As Kusuri inched around the corner, she saw her father holding someone in a chokehold. After a few seconds, she recognized who it was. "Faust?" she called, as she started down the stairs, forgetting she was just wearing a towel. "Let him go dad!!" Both Her dad and Faust had stopped, the former easing his grip, and the latter turning a deep red and placing his hands over his own eyes. Kusuri noted this, and remembered that she hadn't changed out yet. She flushed too, and started back up the stairs, and into her room to change. Her father looked the boy over, as he scratched the back of his head. "Sorry about that Necro." he called, nervously. "Just worried about my daughter, you know?" Faust had slowly eased his hands down. "Y-yeah.." he called, lightly. "I understand.." Her father's expression widened, as he clapped Faust on the back. "Good boy." he called, adding in some pats Faust on the head, like one would do to a puppy. Faust smiled nervously, not sure how to react. Then, a slight thumping on the stairs, followed by Kusuri appearing with her bag in hand caused them both to turn. "Ah, Kusu.." her father started, before she merely walked past him, grabbing Faust by his collar, opening the door, and dragging him out. "B-Bye Keiraku-san.." Faust called, waving lightly as she drug him out of the building, as the unlikely pair started out.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 3:43 pm
After a rather cheery Drive, Kusuri's dad pulled up next to Kusuri's house, and the two of them got out. As Faust paused a bit, he opened the door, and got out too, causing Kusuri's dad to facepalm. "Oh, Sorry Faust-kun!" he called, apologetically. "I forgot I was dropping you off.." He started to head back in the vehicle, as Faust turned, brushing the thougth away. "No need Keiraku-san." he called, as he started to walk. "I live two houses down. It's not far of a walk." Her father stopped, taking in this information along with Kusuri. "Okay then." he called, waving. "Later Faust!! Maybe next time you'll win when we race down the stairs!!!" Kusuri turned. They had been racing? She shook her head lightly. Her dad was really something sometimes. She raised a hand, as she waved. "Later Keiraku-san!" he called, waving at the two of them as he walked off.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 8:22 pm
Kusuri had entered her house long ago, and her dad wore a grin. She looked at him, untrusting. "What's with the look?" she asked, before he pulled out what looked like an invite. She took it, looking at it. After reading it, any joy on her face faded. "No way.." she called, turning. Her father's expression shifted. "Come onnnnnnnnnnn." he called. "It'll be fun." "No, I'm going to the beach." she called. "Especially if you're going to..." "But I'm not going Kusu." he called. "Come on, this'll be a great oppurtunity. just go~" Kusuri paused, then sighed. "You'll keep this up all night If I don't, won't you?" she called. He nodded, and she replied with a kick to his shin. As he doubled over, she went up to her room, laying in her bed. Contemplating whether or not to go.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 6:38 pm
Kusuri woke up, getting out of her bed quietly. She remembered the trip all too well, and all that happened. She felt kind of bad for how she treated Faust. By the way he looked on the boat, she could tell he was still sad to some degree. Something kept nagging at her to go check on him. It was partially her falt he was so down, or at least she was sure she was. She got up. "I'll go check on him." she told herself. "Five minutes, then I'll head back." She didn't want to spend all day with him, and she didn't want to give him the wrong idea. But, she wanted to make sure he was okay. Strictly classmate relations. Yeah....that's it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 8:54 am
Kusuri was silent as she made her way into her house, thinking about what she had just done. She had told Faust her secret, about her scar. Given she didn't tell him how she got it, and probably wouldn't have, but still... She walked up to her room, and prepared for bed, as she wondered about everything that had happened in the past few hours. Maybe some sleep would help her think more clearly. She laid down, and closed her eyes, falling asleep as soon as she could. Faust's S. Links Kusuri has shared a deep secret with Faust, and threatens him with death if he tells anyone. Despite the threat, Kusuri feels closer to Faust. Faust may now form an S. link with Kusuri.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 6:47 pm
Kusuri got up from her bed, feeling a bit ragged. Something had kept nagging at her all night, but she paid it little mind. She moved to her bathroom, and took a warm shower, the water cascading off of her skin. As she dried off, and changed, she started downstairs, as she thought of what she'd do. Shopping? maybe. She'd get back to that later. For now, she decided to cook some eggs for breakfast. She was a bit hungry, but nothing too bad.
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