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Letters, Jackets, and LoveThe mist that gave the village its name was thick over the hills and the forest that lined the land. It was the perfect cover for a mysterious figure, with a job that had to be done just right, without detection. In the figure's hands was a brown wrapped package, that he set with care on the steps of the front of a house. He chuckled, and then, with a single leap, was bounding away, back into the pearly fog.
"Gah!" With a stretch and a yawn, sixteen year old Kita Umocka tumbled out of bed, almost tripping on the snoring form of her wolf partner, Hiroshima. She rubbed her eyes, and then jumped down the staircase. Taking a right at the bottom, she headed towards the kitchen.
"'Mornin'," she called over her shoulder. Hiroshima padded his way behind her, curling up on the cold linoleum at Kita's feet. His tail tip covered his nose.
"Mrmph," he responded. She chuckled, pouring a glass of iced tea for herself. Sitting down at the round table, she sipped at the cold drink,
Theme 10: Breath AgainKita had taken many hits over her time, many punches, bruises, cuts, and bashings-but none had hurt more than the emotional beat down she suffered at the hands of one Grass ninja.
She could stand the firey pain in her leg as it healed, straightening up and losing the crippled effect. It was the emotional onslaught of her battle that really messed with her, leaving her awake for hours at night, staring up at the cracked ceiling. Never in her life had she ever come across someone so bitter and twisted, so involved with her own vanity and her own problems. Frankly, it terrified Kita to think that maybe she could become that.
Hit with a panic attack, she started breathing heavily, her heart beating erratically against her chest. She whimpered a little when she finally sucked in some breath, forgetting about the man curled up asleep at the end of her bed. The still figured stirred, and dark eyelashes batted against tan skin.
"What's wrong?" were the first words that left his lips. His hair
Theme 9: DriveShe was almost pathetic. She was too naive, too innocent, but yet so tainted at the same time. Her actions were so predictably unpredictable. She was a time bomb, an explosive set to ignite at any second.
So why was it that she looked so beautiful twirling in her dress, with a serene smile and her eyes closed tight against the wind? It wasn't right: she was supposed to be a wreak, a stupid insignificant girl who just bit her lip at the sign of conflict. His eyes must have been deceiving him because there was no way that was the same girl who thought swords were cute and meat was a necessary evil. The girl was too content not as fidgety as the one is his class, too graceful unlike the beast that tripped over her own feet while walking. This girl in front of him was too captivating to be the invisible Kita Umocka.
Her skin practically glowed in the lamp light and her hair, curled and twisted into a cascading half pony tail, bounced in time with her moves, skimming the small p
Theme 8: InnocenceTeam Hanako was a special kind of team. It wasn't uncommon to hear perverted jokes and gestures when in the company of Team Hanako, weather they were from Ren or sometimes even Kiyoshi or Takumi, though rarely did they bother with them, being immersed in other thoughts. The main source was Ren, while the brunt of them were aimed at the only female of the team.
Takumi tried to shelter the more naive of the trio, but Ren was relentless. After a while, he had just given up. Half the time, Kita didn't understand what Ren was implying, which Takumi thanked all past Mizukage for. Besides, watching her tilt her head in sincere confusion was adorable...
He wasn't going to think about it too hard...
Hiro had tried to stop the sexual behavior surrounding his little sister, but even his wrath wasn't enough to bottle up the red head's dirty thoughts, even though Ren was terrified of Kita's blond brother. He was known for bursting his thoughts out at random after all.
Takumi didn't mind
Theme 7: HeavenThe stars were like little lamps in the satin blue sky, like familiar faces that watched over Kita and Hiroshima sprawled on the grass beneath them. They watched the wolf and the girl curled up on their backs, necks craned to stare up at them. The dous whispers were thin, but still clear, even so far up in the sky...
"D'ya think the stars can hear us?"
Hiroshima, in the process of rubbing his back along the ground, stilled and said, "In this day and age nothing's impossible."
She elbowed him in the ribs, but her laugh took away from the angry scowl on her face. "You sound as stuffed and polished as Hiro. Just because he's your namesake, doesn't mean you have to think and talk like him. That's just plain creepy."
Hiroshima grunted, and then, with certain playfulness, stuck his tongue out and then flopped over onto his side.
"Holy Chrysanthemum!" Kita exclaimed, inching closer to her companion. "You lost your whole stuck up image there for a second."
He growled, and
Theme 6: Break AwayHer animalistic side was venturing further and further out of its cave the longer she stood in front of her cocky opponent. The demented half sneer on his face was driving her into breaking point, her suppressed frustration starting to break away from her other emotions, dominating her entire self. Her fingers curled around the hilt of Hell's Fang tightened as she glared daggers harder than any diamond or metal.
He was so full of himself, so utterly captured with his own abilities and beauty, that he failed to notice-or even acknowledge- his steadfast partner. Kita's gaze softened slightly upon seeing the tense wolf at Neko what's his name's side. Even with his teeth bared at her, and his raggedy coat on end, he was beautiful. It was too bad that the prick that was his owner couldn't get his head out of his own ass and actually see.
"So, you think some runt like you can win?" His whole mannerisms spoke of self assuredness and of rudeness.
Kita didn't bat an eyelash. "I might not win, b
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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