ravyn_stories

( Thurman )

( Kenn )

( Demetrius )

( Colin )

So, for my Keys of the Gods story that only a few of you know about, I made Elouai Dolls.

( Gwen )

( Phoebe )

( Tara )

( Azura )

Summary: Neoma's lost Echo. Only the worst can ensue.

( Part One )

Well...that was interesting.

“In history we have known of three worlds—three worlds that, to most, define differences in religion and lifestyle, ethics and morals. We've been told of Heaven, and of Hell. We know the plane in which our world lies, slowly spinning day by day. But no mortal has ever heard of the Fourth World—the Divine World, Kamekai. That is, no mortal has heard of it...until now.

“This parallel existence is the home of the great god Reikon, his queen, Kasumi, and his sister, Tomoshibi, as well as the other gods…but this tale is not of them, not yet. For now, let me tell you about Reikon and his wife and younger sister. Kasumi and Tomoshibi were the best of friends, and it was through Tomoshibi that Reikon met his future queen. Reikon and Tomoshibi’s parents died when they both came of age to take over the positions of God of Soul and Goddess of Light, as it went with all the gods and goddesses, and after he and Kasumi were wed, they took Reikon’s newly-orphaned sister Tomoshibi with them to the Island of Dei.

“Unfortunately, at least for Kasumi, she often found her best friend and sister-in-law in front of the Portal to the Mortal plane…and often, she found herself unable to resist Tomoshibi’s requests to visit our world. Kasumi was the goddess of strength, but Tomoshibi should have been that of stubbornness, for the child goddess didn’t let up until her elder sister-in-law finally acquiesced to letting her wander through the portal, into a dangerous place…

“Of course, Reikon was furious with Tomoshibi once he found out she’d been conducting these visits almost weekly, but Kasumi almost always found a way to…EASE his ire toward his sister. So, Tomoshibi was allowed to continue her explorations…and the silver-eyed goddess spent most of her days laughing in disguise as a human.

“And then, there was the time of Jigoku, he who carried the plagues of Hell as a cloak around his shoulders. Jigoku spread through the wondrous land of Kamekai a shadow that was more powerful than even Reikon, but he wasn’t an ordinary god…he had been found as a babe near the portal to the human’s world, and taken in by Lady Kaen, goddess of the flame. No one knew of his heritage until he started the war against the other gods, seeking an unjustified revenge. He cursed Kamekai, and escaped into the human world, for he could slip between realities without the use of the portal, but he did not count on one thing: the very morning he started this attack, Tomoshibi had entered the portal.

“No god or goddess but Jigoku could survive for too long in the mortal world; they need the magic of Kamekai to sustain their energies. When Jigoku’s plague spread, he destroyed the portal, and Tomoshibi’s only way home. Reikon and Kasumi both knew that their dear child goddess’ fate was sealed…but so was her future. Jigoku hadn’t destroyed the tool that had been used to make the portal—a sword, that was said to produce ambrosia which will prolong a mortal’s life and be able to cut through air to create a vortex through the worlds.”

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.........................Ummmmmmmmmmmm......yeah.

Prologue-

“Kasu-chan! Kasu-chan, are you awake?!” The insistent pounding on the door roused the attention of seventeen-year-old Kasumi Leonheart, who groaned and turned over to face the door, barely opening her bluish-green eyes to slits before glaring knives at it.
She paused a moment to wipe her dark brown hair from her face and looked around her, noticing that she was comfortably tucked in her big, fluffy blue comforter and wasn’t willing to move out of her comfort zone just yet—it was freezing in the room. She sat up, pulling the comforter up with her, and yawned, deciding that, no, she wasn’t leaving.
“Go away, Rikka!” she shouted, hurling a plushie of a rabbit at the door for emphasis, “It’s Saturday! There’s no school!”
“I-I know that!” Rikka Kuroishi, a blue-eyed blonde originally from European origin on her grandfather’s side, but born with unusual fair features, answered through the door, “But Ame said that it’s time for you and Senritsu to get up!”
Sure, I’m up, Kasumi thought bitterly, But good luck getting Sen-chan out of bed… It was true, Senritsu Kazema…wasn’t exactly a morning person. The four teenagers, Ame Tomoshibi, Senritsu, Rikka, and Kasumi, all shared a large estate that the Tomoshibis had left their daughter when they died. Since they were all given permission by their parents, they moved in, to “fill up the gaps,” as Ame had put it. Really, the girl probably couldn’t abide living in such a damn large place alone, or so Kasumi had always thought.

I got myself into another Japanese mood...so here's a new story I thought up...at least the character log.

Suta Eki
(War of Stars)

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Character Log:

The Girls:
Name: Kasumi Leonheart
Element: Water
Age: 17
Eye Color: Greenish-blue
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Stereotype: “Leader”/ “Big Sister”
Direct Quote: “…Get away from me before I stab you with a pencil.”

Name: Ame Tomoshibi
Element: Air
Age: 16
Eye Color: Gray
Hair Color: Black
Stereotype: “Advice Person” / “The Kid”
Direct Quote: “Um…what are we supposed to be doing again?”

Name: Rikka Kuroishi
Element: Earth
Age: 17
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Stereotype: “The Nice Girl” / “The Reader”
Direct Quote: “…Hm…? Were you saying something?”

Name: Senritsu Kazema
Element: Fire
Age: 17
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brown
Stereotype: “The Hopeless Romantic” / “The Singer”
Direct Quote: “You have approximately three seconds to extricate yourself from my line of sight”

The Guys:

Name: Touya Koori
Element: Metal
Age: 18
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Stereotype: “The Tough Guy” / “The Brother You May Want”
Direct Quote: “Heeeeeeey…! …Um…where’s Kasumi?”

Name: Kage Mitsukai
Element: Shadow
Age: 19
Eye Color: Sapphire
Hair Color: Black
Stereotype: “The Protective One” / “The Quiet Guy”
Direct Quote: “…”

Name: Ken Deiyoru
Element: Light
Age: 19
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Stereotype: “The Actor” / “The Genius”
Direct Quote: “Whose line is it?”

Name: Suchi Aiko
Element: Smoke
Age: 18
Eye Color: Rust
Hair Color: Black
Stereotype: “The Kitten Obsessor” / “The Nice Guy”
Direct Quote: “Aw, isn’t that just great?”

"Long before the tale of the sages of today, was that of the very first sages, who formed the world and saved it from the shadows.

"In this time, there were twelve sages, but only six of these were accounted for in the Ancient Tablet, where all history was thought to have been written. These six were considered goddesses, for they were the ones taht shaped the land which the One Power gave to them, the young male sages merely gifted the lands with language and law, and so were forgotten.

"Andriana, and her sister, Alana, both rather secretive sages and considerably playful despite the disapproval of Arcia, the Sage of Courage, were those who chose the Mystic Elders of a race called Maiänas, who were the product of unions between men and faeries or elves. The Elders were given the tasks of teaching the people and being ambassadors of the Sages. If ever a time came when the Sages were needed again in a future life, it was understood that the Elders would be there as Guardians for those Sages in their universal forms.

"Now, Andriana and Alana shared a secret, as sisters often do; a secret that would have divided the people and started war. Alana knew that the Elder of Innocence, Raoul Claris, was chosen by Andriana...for more than his magical ability."

"Ooh, did she LIKE him?"

"Hush, Aya, dear, and listen!" scolded the small girl's great-grandmother, Raema. When little Aya squirmed beneath the quilt that covered her as she lay in bed, Raema smiled and continued, "There was a time during the Great War when Andriana was badly wounded. She fled the battle at her comrades' urgings, and soon fell to the throes of a delerium, beside a pond that lay nearby a village of those Maiänas, in whose land the War took place.

"She was discovered by this young Maiäna, Raoul, who at first, was afraid he had stumbled upon an angel, such was the sage's beauty in his eyes. Long rich chocolate locks of silk were her hair and her eyes when he checked them were the color of an evening's sky, somewhere between the bright robin's egg blue and a deep velvet color. He took her back to his village to heal her, unsure of who she was, and unknowing that doing so would bind his fate."

"Was she all right?" Aya asked eagerly, gripping the edge of her quilt to her chin as her eyes twinkled and widened in concern for the ancient sage.

"Yes, yes, she recovered well," Raema waved aside her granddaughter's concern nonchalantly, as if it were ill-used. "You needn't worry about Andriana...she was a tough sage to kill, and so she proved. For one week she was confined to a sickbed, and Raoul kept by her side diligently, fearful for her life."

"So he liked HER," Aya grinned, the childlike joy of romanticism budding in her features.

"Ah, yes, he did."

I told Brandon about this story...because the inspiration I got for it came from the idea of him switching places with someone else, which in turn was inspiration from a television show I was watching that also had two characters switching bodies. So I came up with this little diddy.

Enjoy it. It's worth enjoying...or I should hope so, at least.

A Hunted Story- Switching, uh…Bodies?!

“Oh…I’m so sorry, Kage…!” Amethyst’s hands were folded in front of her mouth in shock, as she stared wide-eyed at Kyo. Well…Kyo’s body, at least. Kage’s body, on the other hand, stood off behind her, staring at the back of her head quite inquisitively.
“Um…Amethyst?” Kage’s voice asked from behind her. “What’s going on?”
“Kyo, uh…I’m sorry to you, too! I didn’t mean for this to happen…really, I didn’t…!” Amethyst spun around, bowing to Kage’s body.
“Shoujo, it’s quite all right, you’ve apologized enough,” Kyo assured her. She turned back around to look at him, seeing his bright auburn eyes soft with understanding.
“But it’s not, Kage! I should have been able to manage that spell without turning two actual people into each other! Now how’s Kyo supposed to handle your telepathy, and how…” She trailed off as Kyo’s body gave her a meaningful look, then after a moment, continued, “I forgot he’s standing right behind me, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did, Shoujo.”
“…Crap.” She spun around to Kage’s body again, “Kyo, look…Kyo?” Kage’s face was dazed, his eyes glazed over. Amethyst waved a hand in front of the blue depths annoyedly. “Hello, Earth to Kyo?”
“Whoa, Amethyst, you hide your journal in your pillow case?!” Kyo asked after a moment. Amethyst stared at him blankly for a long moment, then narrowed her eyes.
“Kage, how do I terminate any mental link between your mind and mine?” she asked, turning her head to glance at Kyo’s body over her shoulder.
“A little concentration goes a long way, Shoujo.”
“…I’ll take that as a ‘do it yourself’ type thing?” Kyo’s head nodded once. Amethyst sighed, “All right…”
“…And you actually sleep with that stuffed puppy---hey, I can’t read your mind anymore! …And how the hell could I read your mind?!”
“Uh…” Amethyst blinked, staring at Kage’s face. “…Well, that’s a long story. Right now, though, I have to find out how to fix this.”
“Shoujo, it’s not a reversible spell. We’ll just have to wait it out…until it wears off,” Kage, in Kyo’s body, informed her.

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Okay, first part of it. Of course, it would be Amethyst that would cast a spell and screw it up. lol, kind of ironic that when there're no babysitters around, Amy will be wretched and wicked and try to cast a spell. SO...yeah. Amusing, stupid, not worth your time?

The rain fell from the sky in torrents, each drop bombarding the two lovers in a moment that will remain forever in memory. Hands joined, they looked out over the beautiful mountains, tainted a wonderful green-blue shade by the rain clouds.
“Is there anything else that can go wrong?”
“I think we’ve reached the bottom.”
They moved closer, holding each other, hoping that everything would work out, but they both knew it was hopeless. They had both been through the worst obstacle of their lives, and they both knew it was a brick wall, preventing them from moving on in their relationship.
“There’s only one way to solve it.”
“I don’t want to solve it, that way.”
“We have no choice.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, but we have to end it. There is no other road.”
Almost simultaneously, they burst into tears. Tears mixed with rain, becoming as one, as if the world was crying out in pain for the two conjoined hearts that had to be separated for life to continue. Drop after drop, both of them were bombarded by droplets of water, drenching them through and through, like the love they shared for each other, and the same love that they now had to stifle and hide from the world. The love that bound both of them together, and the same that they had to kill off in order to keep going. Keep pressing on.
“Remember this moment. This is the last we’ll ever have together like this.”
“I will never forget it, but I will also keep in mind that there is a future for us both. Neither of us know what it is, but we can get past it. Separation is the only way out.”
“Maybe. Just maybe we can be reunited once again.”
“I have hope. Hope that we can continue what we have now, and keep holding strong to the love that we share.”
The two endured the bombardment of raindrops, becoming soaked in the water, much like the way they were soaked in the love. Drowning in a sea of emotions, and failing to swim back to the surface. There they sat, enduring typical lives of two teenagers wrapped up in each other, dealing with the next obstacle known as college. College meant separation. Isolation. Turning from the oh-so common road and taking something completely different and learning how to cope. Life goes on, I suppose, much like an everlasting relationship. One that never fails, through wind and rain, fire and ice, and anything else that can be thrown at it; even a schism as big as this one. Absence is only a state of mind, yet absence makes the heart grow fonder.

"Well, damn," was all Amethyst could manage---she'd gone into another giggle fest.

"So...that's what we have to do to cure the guys?" Sierra asked as they explained it to the others later. Natsumi just cocked an eyebrow at her in reply, and she nodded. "Interesting...very interesting."

"Almost FAIRY TALE, in an ironic way," Jun commented. "So...yeah."

"That means all but Natsumi, who had better get around to killing Nonamido now, had better pucker up!" Amethyst joked. Natsumi glared evenly at her, as did the others. A halo magically appeared as if from nowhere over her head and she gave an innocent grin.

"Don't pull that 'angel' act with us, girly," Ardra grumbled, "You're just going a little boy crazy since Kage is all adorable and cute when he's little and you can't wait for him to be big again so you can fawn over him." "Who said that?!" Amethyst demanded, laughing innocently into the back of her hand and blushing.

Ardra raised an eyebrow at her, and rolled her eyes, leaving the room. Amethyst, still laughing, followed her, as did the rest of the girls. Natsumi merely sat there, arms crossed over her chest, deciding which weapon she was going to use on Nonamido (club, katana, sai...big collection) with narrowed eyes.

"Natsu...?" She looked up to see aforesaid samurai standing (fully dressed, thank KAMI) tentatively in the doorway.

"Nani?" she asked annoyedly.

"Are you angry with me? For...you know, the way I acted as a baby and stuff? Because, I'm really sorry..."

Damn it, why'd he do THAT? she thought to herself, glaring daggers at Nonamido. Why did he have to go and look all adorable and apologize?! Stupid baka... After many beats, she responded, "No...I'm not mad at you, Nona-kun." She patted the seat next to her meaningfully, and Nonamido crossed the room, sitting down stiffly. "You WERE a little hellian though, if you'd like to know."

"Hehehe...^_^;;; Yeah, I'm really sorry," he apologized again, glancing sidelong at her. "But...thanks."

"Thanks?" she repeated curiously, turning to him with a perplexed expression. "Thanks for what?"

"This." He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers before she could even get in a word edgewise. The kiss lasted long; too long, for both of them. She was surprised at first, but returned it after a moment, neither noticing that they had an audience.

"Well, well, well. You two seem to be getting along much better now." They moved apart like lightning. Kage, newly turned into a full-grown samurai and thankfully fully dressed, stood in the doorway, Amethyst behind him, both grinning from ear to ear at Nonamido and Natsumi, who were blushing crimson. The rather busted couple glanced sidelong at one another.

"Uh oh..." they mumbled in unison. Kage raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah...uh oh."

THE END!!!! Don't kill me okay?

New Fallen Snow

Another Chaise story. Sorry dudes.

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The London streets weren’t as packed as usual---it was a late winter night, and most unusual for anyone to be prancing through the streets, as London had very cold winters. The bridge that crossed the waters was also dark, and empty. It was shining from the recent snow that had just finished falling and melting on the ground, and water puddles were everywhere on the dark pavement. Most people were at home, save one young woman, who cursed herself for not buying a vehicle upon her arrival in the city, was stuck with only her tan leather trench coat, scarlet scarf, and legs for warmth and transportation.
Blowing a strand of her dark auburn hair out of her eyes, Chaise Wyatt rubbed her gloved hands together for a second, then settled on crossing her arms over her chest, trying to preserve what little warmth her black flared trousers, spike heels, and black coat over a red tailored button-up blouse offered her. She could see her breath on the air as she was crossing the bridge, and knew that her face must be flushed from the cold that she felt nipping away at her nose and fingers.
“Now just what did I do to deserve this?” she wondered aloud, sighing and stopping in the middle of the bridge to turn to observe the city of London around her. She really could have used her violin right now, she mused, thinking longingly about the musical chords that would have so well interpreted her mood at this point.
“I don’t know---what did you do?”
Chaise spun around on her heel, surprise swimming in her emerald eyes. Her dark auburn hair fanned out around her, and her eyes were wide as they met two laughing sapphire ones, which were attached to their very own black-haired man a foot taller than she, wearing more casual clothes--- black khakis and turtleneck, which couldn’t be natural for anyone--- and a black trench coat.
Immediately, her expression changed from one of surprise to one of annoyance, and she grumbled, “Oh, it’s you…”
“Well, hello to you too, sunshine!” Randal replied chipperly, sarcasm lacing his voice like ice. The two of them regarded each other in silent annoyance for what seemed like ages, until finally, Randal continued, “What’s a pretty little girl like you doing in a place like this? On a night like this one?”
“Uh…walking home…?” she supplied, cocking an eyebrow at him. He usually wasn’t this…pleasant. Not towards her, at least. What was up? “Which leads me to a few questions of my own; like, what the hell are you doing out here? I thought you had a place close to the office?”
“I do. But hey, what can I say- I can’t get enough of walking around in the freezing cold weather!” he chuckled, eyeing her curiously as she stared back at him with disbelief. “Okay, well, I was driving by, and I noticed you walking…and so I stopped over there,” he paused to gesture toward where he’d parked his car, “And decided to ask if you wanted a ride.” She stared at him blankly, blinking a few times in confusion. Was he seriously…offering a kind gesture? After a moment, his eye brows were practically reaching his hair line, and he waved a hand in front of her face. “So…do you want a ride or not? Earth to Chaise?”
“Uh, sorry…” she said suddenly, shaking her head to clear it. “Um, I don’t know…” Her voice trailed off as she eyed the BMW that he usually traveled in. It wasn’t her fault she didn’t like cars---most of the time she’d ever entered one, she ended up in a ditch somewhere. She had even given up driving after she was twenty-two because of a car accident…
“Oh, come on, Chaise! I won’t wreck the car!” he scowled at her, his resolve not fading one bit. She chewed her lower lip, eyes showing her uncertainty, and he grabbed both of her hands in his, causing her to look up at him in surprise. “I promise,” he whispered, in a more compassionate voice. “You’re safe with me, little fox. You know that.”
“…Okay,” she agreed with a nod after a short pause. He grinned, and offered her his arm, which she took after a moment, offering him a weak smile, although her stomach was turning every which way on the inside. Why was he being so nice today, all of the sudden? It was as if he were a different person. She almost fell over when he paused beside the passengers’ side to lean down and open the door for her casually, his other hand holding hers as he helped her into the car. He even leaned down to help her find the seatbelt, and for a moment, they both paused, him leaning over her in a not uncomfortable fashion, and stared at each other strangely.
Finally, a blush on her face, she tore her eyes away from his gaze to look out the window, and gasped, “Randal…” He turned to see what she was watching, and smiled softly when he saw that it was snowing once again---big, downy snowflakes that would most definitely lay a few inches thick. He stood straight and whistled, impressed.
“Well, what do you know…” he commented after a moment. “A real, Massachusetts type of snow…”
“Massachusetts?” she repeated. “Is that where you’re from?” He turned back to her with surprise, and didn’t reply, shutting the door and going to slide into the driver’s seat before he did answer.
“Yeah, my sister and I were raised there by our mother,” he replied stiffly, as if it were an uncomfortable subject for him. She nodded, but, sensing his discomfort, didn’t press for any more answers. He turned over the engine, and she tensed as the car lurched forward, kicking in at almost sixty miles per hour. He smirked in the driver’s seat, reaching over with one hand and laying it over hers, not surprised when hers turned over and the pale, delicate fingers intertwined with his. “Don’t worry, little fox. I promised you that you were safe, remember?”
“I remember…” After a few moments of Randal releasing her hand to switch gears and turn off the bridge, she then thought about something she had been meaning to ask him. “Randal?”
“Hm?”
“Why do you call me ‘little fox’?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow at him and frowning.
He chuckled, “You don’t know already?” When she shook her head, he sighed, and explained, “Well, when I first saw you, one of our dear co-workers had the bright idea to walk up to you and comment that the vixen just came into town.”
“Carter,” she grumbled under her breath. She’d always thought he was cute, but after she got to know the boy, she had grown to deeply dislike him. Very deeply.
“Yeah,” he grinned, glancing sidelong at her, “Then, when I saw your, uh…skills for myself, I figured that you were just that---a vixen. But you were really little…I mean, you’re, like, short, little fox. So, there came the little. And fox sounded cuter than vixen.”
“Is that really all?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.
Laughing, he shook his head, “No…not really.” He slowed the car to a stop, and turned to her with a meaningful look on his face. “The truth is, I’ve always thought you were like a fox. Sly and devious, with that great sense of cunning, but beautiful and mysterious all the same…” He almost smirked when her eyebrow raised again, this time her expression clearly saying, ‘Excuse me?’ But he could tell she wasn’t offended. It was a compliment to her. “Let’s just say, I’ve been meaning to make you my little fox---but like most, you’re not too easy to catch. The nickname just seemed appropriate to me.”
She didn’t know what to say. Did he just confess that…he’d been trying to…? Whoa…too much drama for one ten minute interval. As she stared up at him in downright bewilderment, he chuckled, leaning down to lightly brush his lips across hers, not showing if he were worried that she’d disapprove. When he pulled away, he smiled smugly, “Well, little fox…I’d better get you home.”

“FREAKING FROIDS!” Inuyasha squealed as he nimbly ducked his head to avoid a high speed projectile potato that was tossed in his general direction. “What the heck was that?”
Inuyasha clenched his fist, ready to pummel the villain who tossed the air-laden starch. He caught a glimpse of a shadowed body jumping behind a tree, so he started walking slowly, in his anger, towards the hiding antagonist, when before he knew it, Miroku fell from out behind the tree and started rolling across the ground, laughing in the fetal position.
A split-second before Inuyasha could react, Kagome came rushing up behind Inuyasha on a high speed bike. He watched as Kagome flew past him, and immediately started bounding his way behind her. He very quickly caught up with Kagome, and, while both of them were still moving, landed beside her bike, and grabbed her by the back of her usual school uniform and lifted her up off the bike. He landed, holding Kagome in his arms, and leaving the bike to roll off by itself.
“What is going on here!?” Inuyasha asked, in a rather stern and annoyed tone.
“Let me go, Inuyasha! Let me go!” Kagome kicked and screamed, attempting to get away from Inuyasha’s demon grasp. “Miroku just drank the entire keg of kool-aid I had brought over for a party! Now he’s sugar-high and going on a rampage, now LET ME DOWN!!!”
Inuyasha gently put Kagome back on her feet, but only momentarily, because he swung her onto his back and started bounding off in the direction of the sugar-crazed monk.
Seven full leaps later, the two caught up with Miroku, where they found him running rampant through a small village, causing people to run around hysterically, screaming, “Miroku! What is wrong with you!?”
Miroku simply laughed an insanity-induced laugh and ran straightforward into a small chicken coupe. Moments later, he was running out of the small coupe, carring a rather large hen over his head. Laughing his crazy laugh, once again, he threw the obese poultry at a random passerby, who in turn, screamed at the flapping feather mass that was flung. “Miroku, stoppit!” Kagome screamed, but her yelps did nothing but increase the sugar high he was so avidly enjoying. “Okay, time for drastic measures…we need to catch him before he hurts someone…namely ME.”
Inuyasha looked back towards Miroku, only to find that he wasn’t there. He instantly reacted, dashing off into the village beyond. He found the sugar high monk standing next to a row of tomato plants, staring at them, and laughing hysterically.
“Miroku. NO!” Inuyasha glared at him, his hand ready to draw Tetsusaiga. He ignored the hanyou’s warning and moved closer towards the tomato plants, when a very large boomerang dug into the ground in front of him.
“Sango! Are you hurt?” Inuyasha yelled up at Sango, who was riding on Kirara and was covered in red.
“Don’t worry, its only tomato.”
“Oh, ok,” he replied. “Can we hurt him now?”
“Oh yes, we shall.”
Sango leapt down from Kirara and landed gracefully on the ground below, cradling Hiraikotsu on her back. She bent over, prepped her arm, and launched Hiraikotsu towards Miroku. He watched the giant boomerang fly towards him, laughing. His laughter was cut short as Hiraikotsu nailed him in the side of the head, rendering the sugar-drunk monk unconscious.
“Well, that takes care of our little problem,” Sango stated, easily catching the returning weapon of choice.
Inuyasha blinked then shrugged. “Well, that works. Wanna go get some Kool Aid?”
“Sure! Let’s go!”



FOOTNOTE: The only reason Hiraikotsu didn’t smash completely through Miroku’s head was because of the overdose of sugar and fruity goodness of Kool-Aid. Behold the power of sugar!


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Bust A Nut

“I almost got it!”
I pulled harder and harder, adding more force with every yank and pull. I’ve heard of the phrase “busting a nut” but this was ridiculous! I simply couldn’t get the plug to the oil pan out so I could drain the oil out and change it!
“Do you want me to give it a shot?” Dante asked me, tilting his head down and looking under the car at me.
“No, I can get it,” I replied. “I got it the last time I did this, its just that I tightened it too much.”
I added one more hard yank and felt the bolt break free. I started pulling the ratchet back and forth, further loosening the screw, and allowing the oil to drain out, getting it all over my hands in the process.
“Finally,” I added.
“Took you long enough,” Dante commented.
“Oh shut up, Dante,” I rebuked. I lifted my head to glare at him, but instead hit my head on the exhaust pipe, causing my trip on the ratchet to loosen and ended in it falling into the nice giant collection of oil I had in the oil pan sitting on the garage floor. In turn, there was a splatter of oil that went all over me, and all over Dante’s face.
“Smooth move, Ex-Lax,” Dante jeered.
“Shut. Up.” I pushed myself out from under the car, revealing that I my bare upper torso was almost completely covered in oil, as was his face and hair. I nearly had a conniption because of Dante’s adorable face being made ugly by way of a nasty black liquid. I sneaked a quick glare at him and rolled back under the car on the creeper. I watched the oil finish draining out of the engine and fished out the oily ratchet from the pan, getting my hand black in the process. I ratcheted the plug back into place and got out from under the car.
Dante was watching me the whole time as I walked over to the side of the garage where I bent over and grabbed 5 quarts of oil. I felt his eyes on me as my rear end was in the air during the time it took to count out 5 containers. I stood up and began filling the engine with oil again, then put the cap back on. I took the jack stands out from under the car and released the jack, lowering it back to the ground.
“Wow, I really need a shower,” I stated, looking down at my oily self.
“Yeah, so do I,” Dante replied, looking down at his sweaty t-shirt, grabbing it and making it obvious that it was rather sweat-soaked.
I shrugged and walked out of the garage and into the house, Dante following my every footstep. I started into the bathroom, then turned and saw that he was still behind me, but now without his sweaty shirt on. “Do you plan on following me into the shower, Mr. Roman.”
“I dunno, do you want me to follow you?”
“It doesn’t matter to me what you do, but I really need to take a shower,” I stated. “I’m sick of being covered in this crap.”
I reached into the shower stall and turned the water on hot, waiting for it to heat up. I looked back out of the shower stall and saw Dante standing there, completely and utterly pantsless. I blinked, went wide-eyed for a split second, and looked back into the stall like nothing had happened. I ran a hand under the flow of water coming from the shower head to test the temperature and waited for to warm up. It got nice and warm, to the perfect temperature, and I turned around once more. There he stood, still, but now he was missing the last article of clothing that covered six and a half inches of something that should never be publicly displayed. I nearly gasped, but had enough control to maintain the straight-acting performance I’ve been doing for at least 5 years.
It lasted five minutes. Those 5 minutes was enough time for me to get the rest of the way undressed and in the shower. I started rinsing off the oil mess all over my torso, and felt Dante’s eyes on me. Seconds later, Dante was in the shower and I felt something else on me.
“Someone’s looking a little….happy,” I said, looking downwards at something that should be pointing down, but was now pointing at me.
“Oh….shit,” Dante said, looking down at his….self.
“Doesn’t matter to me,” I said. “Every guy on this planet has had them before, and it’s nothing new to me.”
I spoke too soon. I looked down and saw staring at me the same thing Dante saw when he looked down. I looked back up at Dante with aplomb. “My point, exactly.”
The shower door closed, and everything that happened behind those steamed glass walls of the shower stall will remain between Dante and I. Let’s just say, when we were done, there were a few handprint smears on the steamed glass from the inside that so screamed Titanic.
That day brought a whole new meaning to the phrase “busting a nut.”

Perfect Room

Imagine what your PERFECT room would look like. You got it in mind? Okay, good. Write it. I found that this exercise is, like, AWESOME for inspiring small meaningless ideas...then again, I'm bored, SO...

Out of utter not being able to write for the past few weeks, I decided to FORCE myself to edit the prologue, and some of Chapter One, of Hunted 1. I'll probably be putting it up as I get each chapter edited. So here's the prologue. Oh, btw, I changed the temple name from Nasai to Naito. Just because.

Prologue
The Old Man

The view of Tokyo one first got when entering the city was breathtaking; tall buildings that reached the heavens were silhouetted by the horizon, a painting of hues of pink and violet and green, as the sun set. The weary traveler who was beholding this sight wiped a few trickles of sweat off his brow, grunting as he lifted a heavy bag and hoisted it over his shoulder.
In such a modern time, and in such a modern place, it puzzled him as to why he’d been forced to walk the path of righteousness, when he knew very well that there were now newer methods of transportation that he could have used…damn the Mages in the past, anyway. Why did they always assign him to do all their chores?
Even as this thought ran through his brain, he dismissed it. This was his duty; it always had been. He was born to come into the future, and to retrieve the Guardians of the Temple of Naito. Most of them, anyway… he corrected himself mentally, scowling.
The mage was born with the name ‘Matuma Hidori’, but to those close to him, he was just called Mage. His tired jewel-like eyes lifted to the horizon once again, and he grunted in relief when he saw that he was only within an hour of the great city of Japan. Oh, how he missed Kyoto. But he’d return there once he got the Guardians to Tokyo, he reminded himself, smirking.
First and foremost, he had to find the present-day Temple of Naito…


Wow, that was so not even GOOD...I need to try re-editing it. Maggie, Aimee, any critiques??

I didn't know which characters to use, though. It SUCKS. I had this dream, probably from watching Van Hellsing so many damn times ((((AWESOME MOVIE!!!)))) but there was this vampire, and he bit this teenage girl...and, uh, well, she started to fall for him, even though she was still human. So she started following him, and pretending she was a vampire and all that to get to him. But one of these little 'hunting the hunter' things turns out to get her practically killed, and he saves her...and takes her back to his big old mansion thing to nurse her back to health, and asks her why the hell she was so stupid...and it was actually a lot cuter in my dream. Yeah. But the weird thing was, ...well, it was ALL pretty damn weird. Damn Van Hellsing, damn you and your cuteness! And the vampires and werewolves because they're cool! And all the other cool stuff collaborated in that movie! Because, just damn it!

BUt yeah. I was going to actually WRITE the cute scene. I just can't remember the details so clearly anymore. It was cute, though. And it inspired me to go write some fluff. So I think I will. I just don't know in which story. It's gonna drive me NUTS. Damn it.

She turned away, to leave the room and change, but a strange ripping sound, followed by a grunt of surprise, caused her to stop. She turned around, and for the second time in less than ten minutes, her eyes widened to the point of bugging out.

Nonamido, full-grown and quite flushed in the face, dove under the covers before she could see his, uh...more PRIVATE assets, and Natsumi stared wide-eyed, just as he did at her, both blushing furiously.

"NATSU-CHAN!!!"

"...Crap," Natsumi managed to mutter, as Amethyst and Ardra broke into the room behind her. Both glanced between the two, their own eyes growing wide.

"Uh..." Ardra started, unable to go on.

"Are we...interrupting something?" Amethyst asked, barely stifling a giggle.

"Uh..." You could practically HEAR the tension snap as Natsumi promptly turned away from Nonamido, blushing crimson. "No, nope, not at all...he just suddenly, you know...? You do know, right? Because one second he was this little baby and the next second he was all--- POOF, big idiot with absolutely NO clothes on in MY freaking bed and..."

"Natsu-chan, you're, uh, rambling," Ardra grinned, as she turned and forced Amethyst to turn away from the sight of Nonamido, as well, and the flushed samurai rushed to cover himself more properly. Amethyst was uncontrollably giggling, her face turning slowly purple from loss of oxygen, and Ardra soon joined her in her torrent of chortles. Natsumi could do nothing more than glare at them---her situation wasn't exactly the best. She'd pulled a "Nonamido", as the walk-ins had been nicknamed by now due to Nona's uncanny flair at executing them, and she hadn't even meant to. Although, the outcome of seeing most of Nona's chest wasn't at ALL unpleasant...at LEAST she didn't see anything, uh...else.

The samurai in question made a throaty noise, to signal to the girls that he was decent. Slowly, Natsumi turned back to him, wondering to herself what had made his quick change. Mage had said that it would take TIME for the boys to regain their normal age, but...after she tucked him in and kissed him on the forehead...

THAT was it! Natsumi's brows raised high as she realized what had made Nonamido change so abruptly to his normal, more muscular, slightly handome...wait, where had she STARTED with this? Oh, right. The kiss. It had made him change...and she wasn't complaining...

Argh. Stupid inner monologue, anyway, she cursed, scowling. By now, her strange expressions had caught the attention of Ardra and Nona---Amethyst was rolling on the floor with laughter---and they exchanged a curious glance.

"Uh, Natsu?" Nonamido finally spoke, clearing his throat nervously. "You, uh, look like you just saw a ghost..."

Could've been worse, he mused silently.

"Uh...you two," she said, nodding at Ardra and glancing at Amethyst, who was subconsciously rolling into the dresser, "We need to go, like, NOW." She grabbed Ardra's arm, getting promptly brushed off by the raising of her friend's eyebrow, and Amethyst's foot, and dragged both of them with her out the door, slamming it behind her with a quick shout to Nonamido, "GET OUT OF MY ROOM, TOO!"

"So," Amethyst said, pausing to stand up, smooth her clothes, and wipe the laughter-tears from her eyes as she grinned at Natsumi, quirking an eyebrow expectantly, "What happened in there?"

"NOTHING happened, Imatochan!" Natsumi was practically breathing fire at the expressions of mixed disbelief and myrrh in both of their eyes. Sighing heavily in frustration, she explained, "I just tucked him in, and..." Her voice trailed off, but she visibly shushed her pride, and spoke again, "...And kissed him on the forehead---a simple goodnight kiss, you two---" She interrupted them before they could say a word. "And then, I was going to leave, and all the sudden...he was normal idiot Nona again! So I think..."

"You think that a kiss from each of us respectively will make the guys go back to normal," Ardra supplied for her, practically groaning with the complicity and yet, irony of the situation.

"Well, damn," was all Amethyst could manage---she'd gone into another giggle fest.

You said, "Come my darling, rest your head awhile."
And how often I've waited here, my own personal prison, longing for your healing smile.
The darkness that surrounded me, suffocating my youth,
All self-doubt and uncertainty, that clouded the truth.

Then like a blessing you stepped through, your graceful light shattering the wall,
And from me nothing hid, as if I knew it all.
The coldness within that crossed me off its list with gnarled, ugly hand
Shattered like glass, revealing a golden creature utmostly grand.

I was once alone, fearing the world's scorn,
Then you came to me, my own personal angel, and I was reborn.

"Come my darling, rest your head awhile."

*slaps stupid inner persona*

ANYWAY...

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Natsumi went running through the house, and stopped when she searched every floor on the lower level, scratching her head and furrowing her brow quizzically. "Where the hell'd he GO?" She combed through every closet, nook, and cranny once more, then heard a sharp laughter that caused her blood to run cold---it had come from outside. "How in the WORLD...?" she wondered aloud, going outside to investigate.
What she saw made her jaw drop and her eyes grow as wide as saucers, and she almost had to physically restrain herself from bursting out laughing. Nona-chan was sitting in Mage's huge bird bath, splashing around at a group of birds, his customary amulet dangling around his neck loosely.
"Nona-chan!" she scolded, biting the corners of her lips to keep from smiling as she grabbed him and brought him close to her to keep him 'covered'. "You should know better than to sneak away like that, young man!"
'Kuso, did I just call him 'young man'?! I'm starting to sound like my MOTHER,' she thought with a huge-eyed frown on her face.
She carried Nonamido inside, and after a few moments, realized that he was being extremely quiet...looking down at him, she grinned. She'd expected him to be doing something evil, like, getting ready to grab out a clump of her hair, but instead, he was sleeping soundly. She hurried upstairs to dress him, and laid him down in the center of her bed softly, surrounding him with pillows. "Oyusami nasai, Nonamido-chan," she said, bending down and kissing his forehead instinctively.
She turned away, to leave the room and change, but a strange ripping sound, followed by a grunt of surprise, caused her to stop. She turned around, and for the second time in less than ten minutes, her eyes widened to the point of bugging out.

What did she see? Well, you'll have to wait until later...cause I have to let Jay online! Haha! ...Wait, put that down...Eeep! *ducks and runs for cover*

Chaise, after many hours of character sketching and developing, has become my all-time favorite five-second-made-up character sketch character, because she's, like, awesome. To 'create' HER, I tried to use Aimee's 'sassiness' (which is a good thing, because you can't get much more sassy than Aims ^_~), Maggie's rather queer goodness at handling strange situations (like, Liz at a gab-fest...Maggie's solution: pie ^o^), Nikki's hostility (Aaaaaaahhh! The hanyou's loose! *many moments of getting beaten to death by hanyou Nikki* ...Ow), Liz's sense of fashion (...duuude...scarlet goes GOOD with forest green...whoda guessed?), and Joani's...well, Joani's everything else. (This includes AWESOME choice in movies **Hidalgo is the KING!**, AWESOME culinary skills, AWESOME, and yet funny, insult reels!) Put in a touch of Martin's insanity and Brandon's...well, Brandon-ness, and you've got Chaise Wyatt, the sassy New York girl that moved to London to go to college/work with the London unit of the missing children thing that I have yet to make up...

Oh, by the way, this wasn't all about Chaise. I actually wanted to write something, but I forgot what it was. I just think Chaise is a cooler subject, especially when you add her dark, mysterious <3 interest, Randal...who has no last name as of yet. Dang, why can't I think of a GOOD last name for him? *grumbles under her breath* Oh, well. He's still cool. Because he's got that whole 'greater than thou' thing going on. And that, rocks. Like, seriously. Characters are fun to toy around with until they're both annoying and crazy. I have learned this well.

I gotta make up some more characters so I can actually, you know, make a story line. That'd be cool...or maybe I'll just, you know, make a string of one-shots. They're fun, too. Hehehehe. O' course, Brandon being a better WRITER THAN ME doesn't HELP ME AT ALL...jerk. Gr. And this fly needs to fly into a candle and kill itself (it's happened before) or something. Maybe my precious Beta Fish will eat it. I <3 my beta. His name is Rainbow. He eats a lot. And he likes the red and green stones we put in his tank holding thing. My throat hurts. Hm. Maybe I can make a character up that permanently has a cold...because it sucks. Heh. Torture. Torture is a fun thing. Especially when none of your characters can actually DO anything about it. Of course, it sucks when certain people get attached to said characters, and therein threaten you because, uh, you need to stop torturing your characters. So much, at least. Man. That blows.

Why'm I writing this stupid thing? I'm a dork. Yep. A dork with no life...and as proof of that, I'm talking to my brother. Wow. Yeah. Stupidness. Hm. Sudden burst of dumbness, indeed. Hm. Okay. Well.

Yeah. Uh...riiiight, so...yeah. Uh. Completely pointless question, does anybody at ALL have something that I, as in ME, the stupid dork person that has no life, could, you know, do? Because, AIM sucks, and won't work, and I am so God-forsakingly bored that I'm making up characters like Chaise and Randal. It's, needless to say, sad. Oh, and Witch Hunter Robin fans...did you know that, uh, Amon's name means 'trustworthy' in Hebrew? It's, like, awesome. Yeah. That. Awesome. Cool word. Okay, random burst of dumbness is subsiding. I'm gonna, uh, go now. Yeah.

THIS happens!

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Dark.

It was incredibly dark, possibly one of the darkest, coldest nights of the year. As she thought about this, Chaise Wyatt pulled the front of her long tan leather trench coat tighter around her, attempting to shield herself from said cold. She could probably see her breath on the air, if she could see at all.

It was Christmas Eve. Why was she out? Any NORMAL young adult would be inside, spending their time with their family. But no, not she. SHE had to be out here in the dark, damp streets of London, looking for someone whom she could care less about.

And what the hell?! All the pictures she'd seen of London, and all the times she'd visited it before, she had NEVER known it to be this bloody dark! ...Great, now her inner monologue was picking up British accent AND slang.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she quickly reminded herself what she was doing here...and it was HARD to remember, at first. Running a hand over her dark auburn hair to make sure the French Twist was still in tact, she glanced around the alley she was in once more, then tightened her scarlet scarf, jade-colored eyes darting around almost nervously.

This kid she was looking for...his family was waiting for him. They were probably worried sick. Yeah, that was why she was out here on a night like this. This stupid kid, going and running off on his family and friends. He was barely sixteen...of course, SHE hadn't been too worried about HER family at that age, she reprimanded herself, chastened with the memory.

Sighing in frustration, she again pulled a folded-up piece of paper from her purse and opened it, squinting in the dark to see the address. Yep, she was here, she thought, glancing up at the road sign warily. Now, where was the kid?

"Chaise."

The dark, inquiring voice caused her to turn abruptly, and she met two dark sapphire eyes with a scowl.

"Randal, what are YOU doing here?!" she demanded of the black-haired man in front of her, knowing that, even though she couldn't see him, he was smirking at her surprise.

"Just checking on you. Chief laid this case on you pretty unexpectedly, and I figured you'd be pretty steamed about it," he replied nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his black coat, and his hair was disheveled, looking as if he'd just run his hand through it on his way out. She shook her head at him, sighing to maintain her patience. 'Chief' was the nickname for thier boss; they both worked in a missing children program, mostly tracking down runaways and convincing them to come home. This latest one, Taylor Fell, (oh, did he...?) was probably the worst of all---considering the time he chose to run away.

Rubbing a hand over her eyes wearily, the other hand resting on her hip, she finally spoke again, "Look, Randal, your intentions are honorable, but I can handle it. So, please, for the love of God, go AWAY."

Randal threw up his gloved hands, palms facing her, in defense, "Okay, okay, settle down, firebird. Don't bite my head off; I'll leave you alone."

"Wait," she grumbled, annoyed with herself for having to do what she was about to do. "...I'm...sorry," she gritted out through clenched teeth. "This just hasn't been the best of nights, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, missed out on a hot Christmas date, I guess?" he asked jokingly, grinning. She rolled her eyes at him, turning away.

"What makes you think I'D have a hot date?"

"Well, you ARE dressed up pretty nicely...I just figured..." He trailed off, obviously not having anticipated her actually RESPONDING with a rhetorical question. But he DID have a point---it wasn't often that she could be caught out of one of her formal business suits and in a rather slinky outfit like the one she was in; the scooped neck of the ruby, bell-sleeved blouse was a little low for her usual standards, and the skirt, though to her knee, was tighter than most she'd wear. Yeah, okay, she admitted mentally, she HAD been planning on flirting a little bit with the cute boy from her office- Carter. But, hey, since when was it HIS business what she did? She didn't even LIKE him.

Snorting at this point, she walked a little ways away from him, tapping one of her heels against the cobblestone road impatiently. She was feeling slightly disoriented, probably because Chief had called her away from the office Christmas party, and she'd had more than one egg nog...which made her vow never to drink actual alcohol, she mused, cocking an eyebrow as she glanced down at her watch.

"You wouldn't happen to know what time it is, would you, Randal? I can't even see my stupid watch!"

"A little after eleven," he answered, holding up his (stupid) glow-in-the dark watch for her to see. "Well, if you're gonna wait here, I guess I'll head home...you'll have to call and tell me how it goes!" He almost laughed, imagining her face. She wasn't at all happy with the thought of HIM getting to go to his nice, warm house, while SHE, who deserved the warm house part more, they both knew, was stuck out in the cold. Suppressing a chuckle as he heard her curse quietly, he waved, "See ya later."

'This kid's gonna DIE,' she thought menacingly, watching Randal's shadowy form disappear around the corner. 'I bet that jerk's just GLOATING about this...'

Chaise grumbled under her breath, then heard soft footsteps, and turned around to see the aforesaid sixteen-year-old Taylor, looking at her with a very confused stare...

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See, I was bored. And I just had the sudden urge to write one of those, uh, scenes that are LIKE character sketches, but not quite...and I did. SO hah. And AIM sucks. Just an afternote...I think I'll write some more random things now...