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 Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 9:11 pm
The Gallen Residence  Nix's room  Living room  Kitchen 
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 10:06 pm
 𝔑𝔦𝔵 𝔖𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫 ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ It felt like it had been forever since Nix last been home.. Last night she was at Amelia's house and the day before it was Kusuri's house. Where some people would be glad to be back home, she was dreading it. If she had money then she would be in some small apartment instead. On the outside the house looked peaceful and just like any other family home. Though that was a false front..
Nix hesitantly walked into her house, still wet after the river experience, and closed the door behind her.. "There you are! Where have you been for the past two days!? Did you at least go to school yesterday!!" A man snapped as he and a woman walked towards Nix when she entered the main room. "Yes, Sir.. I made sure to attend school yesterday." She answered, not looking at them as she spoke. "Good.. If you didn't go it would ruin our reputation! We don't need the neighbors thinking you're running around being one of those gang members or delinquents. We took you out of that damned orphanage so you owe us! You think about that the next time you run off.. If it wasn't for us you would be rotting away in that place. No one else would take you! Be thankful!" The man yelled, but stopped when his wife suddenly gasped.
"My god! You walked home looking like that!? Why didn't you just wait somewhere until you dried off before walking through town?.. I swear if any of the ladies saw you I will never hear the end of it! Nix walking home looking like a drowned fish. How embarrassing.. You leave for two days and come back to make my life harder than it is~! Hmm.. Where were you for two days? Were you with a man!? Sleeping around or something!?" The woman accused, pointing a finger at Nix with a glare in her eye.
"No.. I wasn't with a man, Madam.. I was just outside like usual." Nix answered, knowing better than to mention the white-haired man who saved her. They would never let her live it down and make it much worse than it actually was.. "Good.. besides no man would ever want someone like you. An useless orphan with white hair.. Now go upstairs before you ruin the floors with all that water!"
"...Yes.. Sir.." Nix walked upstairs, that all too familiar depression washing over her. They always knew what to say to make her feel like the most hated thing on this planet. The only good thing about that encounter was that this time didn't end with any bruises for her.. ".. I wonder.. if all of that is true?.."
▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ Ѳn that day, my ℋeart crumbled in sιℓєиcє
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:26 am
𝔑𝔦𝔵 𝔖𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫 ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ Nix sat on her bed and looked back at what happened so far.. It all started a week ago with that light that came from the tower. Amelia told her that it happened when their leader fell off the tower. Things went okay for her after the light hit her and awakened her Persona power until about two days ago. At first it seemed like a normal night for her, just sitting at the river and talking to Naomi. Then Kazuma showed up and so began her series of bad luck. Other Messiahs trying to kill her and the people who came to help. Samurai attacking the school. Her almost drowning in the river twice. Her brother leaving to join the Black Messiahs, her almost dieing because of the ice attack that followed.. All that mixed together with the life she had to endure where she was left almost unbearable. The only thing keeping her from entirely breaking down was the fact she knew she was given this power for a reason. Something like this didn't happen for no reason at all. 'But.. Why does this all have to be so difficult? It's only been two days but it feels like an eternity..' Nix thought as she looked towards the window, wondering what she should do now..
▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ Ѳn that day, my ℋeart crumbled in sιℓєиcє
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 4:22 pm
𝔑𝔦𝔵 𝔖𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫 ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ Once thing was certain to Nix.. She couldn't just sit there and wait until those people came back with more to say. The girl needed some away from all this somehow. She could either read a book or sneak out.. She read all of the books she currently had so that only left one thing. Sure it was a bad thing to do but she needed to get out of there and have time to clear her head. So after making sure she had money and was changed into clean, dry clothes Nix went over to her window to carefully open it before hopping out.. There was one area she hadn't gone to in a long while.
Quote: Nix has left the house to head to the Shopping District! ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ Ѳn that day, my ℋeart crumbled in sιℓєиcє
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 2:25 am
𝔑𝔦𝔵 𝔖𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫 ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ Home.. The place she dreaded most of all. She had five days of freedom away from this place but she was in the world of dreams during it. The closer and closer she got to that place the more she could feel the chills racing down her spine and the dread settling in her gut. She stared at the door, hesitant to open it, but she knew there was no way to avoid this. All the girl could hope for was that they were gone or would at least be civil. Before stepping inside the house she set the white flower behind the bushes near the house. She knew what would happen to it if she brought it inside. Such an end would be horrible for the simple flower.. So now it was time. Nix had to enter her house-shaped prison and face what awaited her. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her.. Her plan was to head for the stairs, maybe if she went straight to her room then she could avoid them. Luck wasn't on her side this time though.. A hand grabbed her shoulder and slammed her against the wall. "Where the hell do you think you're going!? After everything you put us through? Sneaking out of the house and ending up on the news because you got assaulted!? Because of your mistakes people are looking at us like we had something to do with it!" The man yelled, not showing a single care in the world that their adopted child just returned from a terrifying experience.. His wife entered the scene and only made it worse. "I bet she pretended to be asleep in the hospital just to make us look worse.. We just didn't feel like going to the hospital. So gloomy and filled with sick people. We would've caught something for sure." She said, showing the same non-caring attitude like her husband. They were more concerned about their reputation, their social standing, than the health of the child they took under their care. After all the Nix went through she still had to deal with all this.. "I..I wasn't pretending. I was in a coma like they said! Why would I-" Her words were silenced as the man's hand went across her cheek, a loud slap echoing through the house. "We didn't give you permission to speak! You keep your mouth shut until we say so!.. Such a disobedient brat. After everything we've done for her.. She repays us with this disrespect!?".... It was strange how no one ever seemed to hear the loud cracks and thuds and out cries of pain that came from Nix's punishment. He rarely ever held back when it came to her 'disrespecting' and being 'disobedient'.. Perhaps it was because this was normal. That this was a common punishment for those who didn't follow the strict rules set out for them. She had lived this way for a long time and no one ever noticed.. Though that was because she never told. If she did then she would be sent back to that place, be separated from everything she knew here.. So there Nix sat at her desk, mixing her small little combination of makeup to cover the bruise on her right cheek. It was like a ritual now, a tradition, covering up the proof of her treatment.. The signs of her weakness. "Stand proud.. How can I when I'm so weak?.. Hm?.. It's time. Better leave the house before they get mad again.." This time she had time to prepare since they didn't want her wearing the dirty clothes she had five days ago.. She grabbed a decently sized cloth bag she had prepared and left the house, trying to wear a normal face. Though this time it wasn't so easy to hide.. Quote: Nix has left her house for the day.. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ Ѳn that day, my ℋeart crumbled in sιℓєиcє
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 11:21 pm
Zolf J. Kimblee, Mori Shogunate 'Human Weapon' Unit
"...Look straight at the people you kill. Always remember their faces. Because they will never forget you..."It was early in the morning, the sun barely risen into the pastel-colored sky, when a cordial knock resounded through the house of a family that was considered to be anything but normal. Two foster parents of exceptional cruelty lived alone together with their singular foster daughter whom they treated much akin to trash, an indentured servant who was lucky to have the freedom and the resources that they could provide to her. It was no stretch of the imagination to say that the household was an unhappy one. This was evidenced in the clear grumbling on the far side of the door from the one doing the knocking, a man's voice and a woman's voice both still addled with sleep, but not quite bitter enough to ignore the persistent knocking at their door. Slowly did they stumble down the stairs of the house towards the knock, which rang out again as they drew nearer to the house's entrance. From the outside, the one doing the knocking could hear some talk about a worthless daughter who couldn't even get the door, but that person hardly seemed to care. Bitter house, happy home, the most ideal or broken of families...they were all the same when it came to this specific duty of his. Finally he could hear the feet crossing the floor of the living room and the sound of a hand clutching the knob of a door, rattling, before the wooden entrance to the home swung open and revealed the strange visitor to both husband and wife of the small, Inaba household. And there, standing before them, the unusual man stood with a wide, thin smile upon his lips and eyes that instantly snapped a mental picture of their faces. Looking at him with some displeasure written clearly on their faces, he only smirked a little wider as he reached to his head and tipped the brim of his hat to the two of them. Whether or not they were willing to welcome him made no real difference in his line of work. He could simply smile and nod either way, ignore their glares and whatever sharp comments might come from their forked tongues. It didn't matter. Humans were all the same at the core, after all.
"Good morning sir, madam...I'm with the Mori Shogunate's Special Forces. The name's Zolf J. Kimblee, and it's my pleasure to make your acquaintance. ...For my business today I'd like to come inside, if you don't mind. My business will only take a minute, and your cooperation will be greatly appreciated," the two foster parents looked mildly startled at the formality of the whole introduction, and perhaps in a bit of shock they stepped aside and invited the man into the house. It was only once he had stepped in the doorway that the father really took stock in the man that had come to meet them. He was tall, not obscenely tall but definitely not on the short side. His black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, two thin bangs falling down on either side of his bright blue eyes. Atop his hair sat a white hat, his body clad in a pristine white suit with a crimson tie, and his smile still thin as his long legs took him to the far side of the room. He leaned against the wall between two windows, and the parents took a tentative seat on the couch in front of him as he adjusted his hat carefully, before his eyes turned to the two of them once more, "Now then, the reason I'm here today...you must be wondering why a member of the Shogunate's Special Forces is here at your home, at this time of the morning; you don't need to hide it, the very fact that I'm here at all is unusual. You see, my specialty isn't actually negotiation. I come from a branch of the Shogunate's forces known as 'Human Weapons'. ...My job is simple; I'm the guy they send in when they want to make everybody in a certain place dead. Today, that place just happens to be here. You can draw your own conclusions from there," the smooth man's voice was vaguely amused, entirely too casual for the death sentence that he had just delivered...he didn't even say why he was there to kill them, how, when, and he hadn't just done it like most might have done...it was almost as though he took a distinct pleasure in the act and watching the reality sink into their faces. From nervous and mildly hospitable he saw their faces change from disturbance into outright horror; in shock, the father kicked the coffee table at the man in white and it exploded at arm's length in front of him, dust filling the room as the man and woman on the wrong end of this deal made their dash for the door. With blue eyes closed, the military man smirked and chuckled beneath his breath. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," his warning went unheeded as the father's hand landed upon the doorknob of the exit...and in an instant that knob exploded, blowing the hand to pieces that splattered over the floor, smoking and charred...the wife fell back away from her husband's bloody stump of an arm and his scream pierced the air, shrill and agonized, but the man in white merely leaned up from the wall and turned in their direction, "I told you...I've modified this entire house so that it's ready to blow. The moment you let me in, there was no getting out for you. That is the reality of your situation. ...I'll give you a moment to say a few words to whatever god you pray to, for all the good it will do you."
Smoke rose from the doorknob, from the father's arm, and tears, screams escaped the two subjects of this casually deadly home invasion. Cheeks stained with the blood of her husband, the wife of the man turned to the dark-haired man and screamed in despair. "Why?! Why are you doing this to us?" His expression grew only a little thoughtful, lips curling into an easy smile. "Why? That's a useless question...what is the answer you're hoping to hear? Is it perhaps revenge for the brutal abuse you've piled upon your foster daughter? Or maybe it's just that somebody out there doesn't like you? Either way, you're still going to die. Knowing why won't change that," his voice was casual as he lifted the white hat from his head, voice as cool as ever in spite of the flames that began to spread from the door's explosion, "Nonetheless, it's no big secret. I'm here under orders to kill you, and even I can't tell you why that is. But don't think that means I'm doing this reluctantly...the fact is, I enjoy taking human lives. The old, the young, the weak, the strong...I never feel quite as alive as I do in the heat of battle, when I hear the sound of my bombs and the screaming that accompanies each individual blast. They're like music to me. It's both a duty and a pleasure. ...I recognize the price of what I'm taking, and I remember the face of every human that I kill. Not because I feel guilty, but because that's simply how it should be. So don't feel too bad when this is over." Setting his white hat back upon his head he smiled at the wife and husband laying on the floor, the former squealing at the missing limb at the end of his arm, the latter cowering in fear of this human monster in front of them. And with a few quick steps he was near the door that he had entered, placing a tattooed palm upon the frame.
"Take comfort knowing that your face will live on in my memories, with all the other lives I've taken, for as long as I still breathe."
He walked through the door a moment later, his blue eyes closing meaningfully as he strode with a casual gait from the home of Nix Gallen, her two evil foster parents still trapped within. Then, like a firework on the Fourth of July, the house exploded into a brilliant plume of fire and light billowing into the sky with fire and ash so thick that it painted the houses next door black...but so controlled that not an inch of either house was burned. ...It was only several houses down the road that the man in white's blue eyes opened, an easy smile still plastered onto his handsome, devilish face.
And just like that, the foster parents of Nix Gallen were erased from the world; a new and terrifying force having appeared within the town of Inaba.Quote: [Nix's foster mother and father] are now [deceased]!
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 12:11 am
 Ƞιx Gαɭɭеη XIn your mind walk through time
XBack to better days.
XMemories, like a dream,
XWash your tears away. X ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ Once Nix got closer to the house she could see people standing far away from her house. Panic was in the air and they kept saying something about explosions and screams. The girl didn't know what to make of this so she rushed past the crowds to head home.. or what was left of it. There was still some smoke lingering in the air and despite the noise of the crowd everything was deathly silent to Nix. It was as if she stepped into a terrible nightmare and with each step she took towards the ruins the more she was expecting them to appear to pin the blame on her.
Then Nix stopped at what used to be the front entrance to her home. There was literally nothing left, everything was blown to pieces and destroyed. Upon closer inspection she saw a charred hand sticking out from the debris. That was an instant clue to show her that the parents were dead. The two people who made her life hell were gone! Never to torment her again and punish her for every little thing. As she looked at this a feeling welled up in her without realizing it. She was happy. She felt as if a heavy weight was pulled off her heart. Though at this realization she was struck with horror. How could she fell happy about this!? They were dead. Death was a sad thing and if people saw her feeling happy then she would look like a monster. They didn't know what she had to live through, the pain she had to endure in silence.
'What do I do?.. What do I do? This is horrible..' Nix thought as a swarm of thoughts filled her head and several emotions mixed together. Tears quickly flooded her eyes as she tried to sort all of this out, her hands on her head as if that would help her gather her thoughts easier. So many things to figure out. This was all just too much for her to handle at once. There was no one to talk to, no one to ask advice.. She was alone.
Then Nix's eyes looked to be empty, her face emotionless even with the presence of tears streaming down her face. Due to the newfound stress and overwhelming emotions from this event her emotions got locked away.. A sort of defensive reflex to help deal with all of this. "What do.. I do? Even her voice seemed to be void of any emotion.. X ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ♫
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 6:23 pm
 ℳɩńσɾɩ Ӄɵɾɵӄɵ █ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ What...was that? The blond had been at home, cleaning up after breakfast when a loud explosion and rumbling under her feet made her stop what she was doing, and to turn to the window. A large column of black smoke could be seen at a distance, but not exactly too far away. She frowned and walked out, some neighbors doing the same, asking what the source of the noise was. The pounding on her heart after the sudden fright lessened slightly, but still, there was the question and wary warning ringing inside of her mind...What if this hadn't been some kind of accident? What if the peaceful day yesterday was gone...in the past; and the days of being on their guard were back? The girl ran towards the source of the smoke column, it being visible enough to guide her. She was getting too ahead of herself. Hopefully....hopefully nothing bad had happened. Hopefully, there wouldn't be victims...Hopefully...
A crowd was gathering, people as disconcerted as she was by the noise and smoke...so early in the morning. No one had forgotten the series of attacks Inaba had suffered recently, and something like this was something to raise the alarm. Still...the girl couldn't let panic take over her...not before she knew exactly she was going against. Short breaths escaped her as she slowed her pace and as she neared a gathered mass in front of a house...or at least, where a house was supposed to stand. It was completely gone... debris was everywhere, charred remains of a home. Eyebrows furrowed, flashes of that night returning to her despite herself as green eyes searched for something...anything. That single house was the only one destroyed...not a single scratch on the ones neighboring it. It was...strange, to say the least, almost as if...
A head of long white hair snapped Minori away from her thoughts, a familiar face standing just in front of the remains of the house. Her heart sank. "Nix...?" she ran to her side, placing a hand over her shoulder, "Nix...are you alright?" Was this... had this been...her home? "Come on...let's get you out of here..." the state of shock the girl was in...It was plain obvious for the blond. This was more than the shock of seeing a house destroyed. This was...more personal. This was...directly related to her.
█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ With these hands I will ραιит all these unreachable ℭℴℒℴℛЅ
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 6:40 pm
Naniyori, The God of The World
"Who...the HELL could have done this?" Naniyori said, shoving his way through the crowd. Of course the crowd started shoving back, so the next 'shove' he did was with his sword, and instantly the crowd started running for their lives as a man fell dead in an enormous pool of his own blood, a large slash wound across his chest. "Ma'am, it's okay now. I don't know who could have done this to you, but I swear that so long as I live, there will be no room in this town for any wanton murderers!" Naniyori said, seizing Nix's shoulders and pulling her to her feet to stare him in the eyes. This was significant since, you know, he was really freaking tall and that meant the impression was basically that she was this tiny little breakable object in the grasp of a giant man of awesome. "I promise, that so long as I shall live, no man shall escape my grasp that has the intention of murdering another's parents! No home shall be burned that has a family to return to it, and no more massacres shall take place that I didn't orchestrate! On the honor that I hold close to my heart, I swear on the name of I, Naniyori, that not a single person will be allowed to commit such an atrocity again unless I am the one personally seeing to it! This matter will be resolved!" Naniyori declared, just as a cop car finished pulling up behind him and the sound of loaded guns clicking were heard. "Do you MIND!? We're kind of having a moment here!" Naniyori shouted, turning just as they opened fire, raising a hand as demonic power blocked the shots, and then a spike of darkness energy shot up under the cop car, flipping it and crushing the people who had attempted to use it as a barricade.
Yup. He would see Nix got her revenge, damn it! Because that's the kind of man I am.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 7:19 pm
Ƞιx Gαɭɭеη XIn your mind walk through time
XBack to better days.
XMemories, like a dream,
XWash your tears away. X ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ Nix felt like she was completely alone. No one came over to her to see if she was okay. They just left her there staring at the ruin before her, no where to go.. Then she felt something touch her shoulder and a familiar voice reached her. This brought her out of her state of shock just enough to recognize it was Minori speaking to her and process what she was saying. The blond was there to help her, she was being there for her in this time of need. Though when she said they needed to leave, cold reality washed over her. 'Go where?.. I have no where to go..' The girl thought but before she could speak someone else appeared. Some tall man she never met before. His voice sounded muffled to her as she simply stared at him, listening to him rant on. It seemed like he was angry about what happened because it was something he didn't partake in.. Even if Naniyori seemed a bit insane it was nice to know there were people around. That quickly changed when he attacked a police car though. Yep. He was insane and not safe to be around but at least he was distracted now.
Nix tried to get her thoughts straight but everything was still so muddled. So the girl looked over at Minori and grabbed her hand. ".. I don't have.. anywhere to go but this isn't safe." At least her voice held a little bit of emotion now, a sign that she was starting to come out of the shock. Little by little. X ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ♫
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 7:25 pm
ℳɩńσɾɩ Ӄɵɾɵӄɵ █ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ H-huh? A scream and the crowd dissolving as people ran in every direction made the blond to turn her head to the source, a chill running down her spine as the sensation of danger became more apparent. This guy... she had seen him before. And she knew that it would be no good to leave all these people alone with this green haired person...with his huge broadsword and power. She took a step back to regain her balance as she was shoved back, the man holding the white haired girl's shoulders, promising he'd see to her having her revenge and some more nonsense. How had...he even gotten there? Minori took a step closer, only to dart her gaze away from them the moment the cars pulled up around them, panic raising inside of her chest. "Wait, don't-!" The gunshots were heard, and a massive darkness spell reciprocated, causing so much more damage than what was necessary. People were already getting away, the sudden display of power enough to scare them off...and the blond had to sigh in relief. Now...how to get them out of there....?
A hand reached over to hers, green eyes turning back to reddened blue orbs staring back at her, asking to leave. "Thank you very much, sir. My friend...um...is very grateful for your help. B-but now...this was a great shock for her, so I'm...I'm taking her somewhere safe, alright? And...I think there's...no more need to stay here. So...thanks again!" Hopefully, people would have gotten the hint before to stay away from this man...and hopefully, he'd lose interest and leave the place to...search...for the ones responsible, or something. All that was important right now was to get Nix somewhere where she could calm down...and to get the least possible victims here. With a hurried bow, she tugged at Nix's arm, turning at the opposite direction, walking quickly. █ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ With these hands I will ραιит all these unreachable ℭℴℒℴℛЅ
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 6:12 pm
Naniyori, The God of The World
"Friend...friend...wait a minute, aren't you Minori Koroko?" Naniyori tapped his chin before coming to the realization, pointing a finger at Minori suddenly. "Yeah, the Shogun's girl. I remember you. The fact that you can still hold your head high after everything you've put people through is despicable." That comment had to be like a gunshot, but Naniyori's face was deadly serious as he said it, staring the blond right in the eye. His discontent was written all over his face, and yet it didn't seem like he was going to attack her, even if the impression his churning heart seemed to give was that he wanted nothing to do with her. "Thanks to you this entire country's gone to hell, and yet you still have the audacity to prance around with your 'friends', living such a luxurious life. I use to work for Mori, until he began to gather influence; at the peak of his plan, all he needed was a local bride, someone to attract the populace's attention. And like a fleet-hearted little girl you, who had no business accepting, threw yourself into his plan." Naniyori gripped the brim of his shirt as memories came flashing back...well, memories that he made up on the spot, to suit the story he was telling. His eyes seemed to p***k with both sadness and rage, as he tore at the shirt covering his chest. "You...because a fickle little girl like you couldn't say no, Mori had everything he wanted! Then he took my family hostage, and ordered me to...to..." Naniyori took a step back, as he dropped into painful reverie. At least, that was the impression he gave. By now of course Minori could probably recognize him from the news, being the single most wanted man in Japanese history. A man, who as he now played it, had become nothing but a puppet of Mori. "Then when I was done, he decided that I was of no use anymore. I knew about his little plans for you, you see. That you carried a torch for that Duke Devlin, that if you simply told the truth Mori would be made out for the monster he was; and in order to eliminate the 'smoking gun' behind his crime, he went to my home. My family...and...and my girlfriend. He..." Naniyori's face distorted into an expression of anger, as tears pricked at his eyes. For a moment he reached out towards Minori, fingers flexing as if he wanted to take revenge, almost ready to harm the girl. But then, like a good little boy who knew it wasn't truly her fault he took a step back, and turned to the side, wiping at his crocodile tears, looking at the ground in a spaced out and reverent like manner. "I managed to escape, but now everyone I know is dead. And the source of that...ALL of that...is you! Because a little girl wasn't willing to just come clean and face the consequences! But today I saw you, and your little prince prancing around, acting as if nothing bad ever happened. And yet I..." Sniff. "I can't even escape the stigma of my crime. I'm hunted as the last existing witness to Mori's crimes. I'll never be safe again..." Naniyori seemed to be regaining composure, turning to glare at Minori again, this time a simple hatred in his face. "I hope you can live with yourself, you little twit." Naniyori declared, giggling inside. Oh, he did love inflicting undue guilt at times. But then again, it wasn't all a lie...course, not that he actually had a family or anything like that. But someone out there did; and he'd killed more than enough people, in "Lord Motonari and Miss Koroko"'s names.
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