| Subject: ººDenyingºº |
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ºHieiº
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Date Posted: 10:59:07 04/07/03 Mon
ººHiei finds himself again thinking over the past few events, and what had caused them all. ‘That Damned Excuse For A Hanyou Nearly Made Kat Pregnant, So It Pissed Me Off. For Revenge, I Cursed, Or More Like Blood Bound, Inuyasha’s Dear Kagome To Him. Now Kagome Shares Inuyasha’s Blood, And Has Turned Half Dog-Demon, And Now She Threatens To Rip My Throat Out If She Ever Gets A Hold Of Me. Ha! Good Luck, Kagome. So, Now I’ve Got Kurama Turned On Me Since My Accident With Almost Hurting His Precious Caroline. Damned Kits And Curs. They Can All Burn In Hell That I Care.’ Snorting in distaste, he treks silently to one of the barstools and takes a seat, scarlet embers tracing over each figure that resided here, observing in each in turn though little interest was shown. ‘I Hate Myself.’ He growls, slamming his fist down on the counter, eyes slipping closed, body trembling with his mixture of fear, pain, and anger. ‘How Did It Come To This? I Never Meant For It To Go This Far, Now Kat, Even My Son Chayton, Doesn’t Trust Me. My Life’s A Hell Pit.’ Growling under his breath, his small frame continues to shake as what appears to be a tear, traces its way down his cheek. ‘The Only Reason For My Actions Was Because Inuyasha Had Tried Taint Kat, And I Wouldn’t Stand For It.’ A heavy sigh is given and he props his elbows on the table, forehead resting in his palms. A sideway glance is cast to his bandaged right arm, studying it a moment, as if deciding whether or not to release the black dragon tattoo that was hidden beneath. He shakes his head. ‘I Won’t Resort To Violence Unless Needed.’ At that thought, he sits back, a pale, trembling hand resting on the hilt of his katana. He sighs again, unable to think straight. Unable to figure out how to correct his wrong doings. He couldn’t remove the tattooed name on Kagome and Sikana’s hips, they were permanently engraved in their flesh by his flames. Oh, hell with it. He had better things to do right now anyhow, like pestering some people. With a barely audible and wicked cackle, he turns in his seat and scans the club for someone worth pestering. Yusuke. He grins. Well, he knew someone who could trust him, for now anyways. Snorting, he makes no move. Na. Yusuke’s too skilled a fighter to be messing with right now, especially in the condition I’m in. He casts a glance to his chest, feeling the skin of the wound stretch under his black cloak and white shirt as he shifts. Okay, a new opponent. Scarlet pools trace the area again, looking for someone who would possibly spar with him just for the fun of itºº
((okay, so this may seem a little confusing and a bit ‘annoying’, but I got bored, so…LOL, this is how it ended. Long? Duh. Anyhow…))
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The blonde wanders into the bar with her friends, her eyes sparkling. Shiara hears the music, and her body automaticaly begins to sway to it.
The brunette known as Trista walks in with her two friends. Once Trista sees that her friends would rather dance, she tells them where she'll be and goes to the bar, where she talks a seat on a stool.
The third and final girl, another blonde named Iyari, strides in. Her eyes dance as she watches the crowd. She follows Shiara until they reach the dance floor. Together, the two of them weave a seductive dance that is sure to capture the attention of any guy who sees them.
[ it struck her, hours after her arrival to the apartment, that she could not trust anyone with her heart. it also dawned on her, that she had never been to a bar. might as well now, because there was no one to depend on her. ]
-Suboshi laughs mockingly at Nuriko,slugging his brother,Ami,across the shoulder. Ami snarls a warning,slugging Suboshi in return,sending him to his back. Snarling,Suboshi trips his brother,throwing him to his back and pinning him.Begins to slug Ami repeatedly. Ami growls,struggling and wrestling back-
