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Post by IMAI MINAZUKI on Jul 15, 2012 23:02:46 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #849FDC; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] i have know idea what this is.... tsuki trolling some random kid in da middle of the night? [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;] Today was one of those days Minazuki felt the need to be unproductive. She had already spent hours in her blue yukata and wooden sandals, just lounging away on the thickest branch of a century-old cherry tree by the lake – one that she had claimed for herself years ago and lovingly named Kiki.
At the age of fifty-three, she thought it was a very fitting name for a tree, got a problem with that? No? okay.
The fair-haired demon knew the Ushi park like the back of her paw, which was pretty much a given with it being right in between the north district of Midori and the old Sato mansion. But unlike the northern forest beyond the city border – which the humans had labeled as dangerous territory – the park had always been more lively with groups of people coming over for picnics by the lake or whatnot. Even if it was quite famous for being a suicide heaven, it never stopped people from coming over. Again. And again. And again.
Needless to say some youkais, including Minazuki, wasn’t exactly too happy about that. Before humans came in and self-righteously claimed the land as theirs it was actually the home of a few little youkais who were really just harmless and shy individuals. Now they’re just forced out of their home and move deeper into the forest where dangerous creatures lure about. Huh, didn’t that somehow put her into the dangerous creature category? …… whatever, she would probably look like a lean mean killing machine standing next to those pathetic fuzz balls.
Anyways, to keep herself entertained – although she prefers to think of it as doing a favor for her fellow youkais – sometimes Tsuki would from time to time play tricks on the human visitors. Of course, most of the time it’s harmless, other times not so much. Nonetheless it kept humans away from wondering into certain parts deep into the park because of the rumors, except for a few idiots who were just plain stupid- and speaking of idiot…..
Pupils dilated, the demon grinned widely as she spotted her new toy wrapped in hyaku uniform, stumbling towards her direction with no idea of what terror awaits him. She knew just the type. Guys daring their friends into doing something foolish and idiotic just so they could prove their worth to them. Probably just for their amusement. Tsuki scoffed, how typically selfish of humans.
Oh the poor thing, shaking like a leaf in the autumn wind, probably feeding lies to himself endlessly just so he would muster up what was left of his courage and not run back to his mommy the very next second. Just look at him squeaking out at every twig he snapped and shuddering at every wind that blew by. A trail of bell-like giggles echoed through the air as the feline could no longer hold in her amusement.
The sudden sound nearly sent the boy hyperventilating. “W-WHO’S THERE!” Asked the wide-eyed boy while pointing his flashlight in random directions in vain attempts to find the culprit. “STOP P-PLAYING AROUND KOTARO! I KNOW IT’S Y-YOU!” He shouted into the empty space before him, voice dry and screechy from fear. Tsuki could only assume that Kotaro character was one of his so-called friends who set him up for this.
With a flick of her finger, the random hyaku student was surrounded by a ring ghastly floating fireballs that glowed a light cyan. The flashlight dropped from his hand, reaching the end of its usefulness as it hit the ground. “O-okay guys! Very fu-funny!” He stuttered again, “Y-You’ve made your point! I’m sc-scared now! just come o-out already!”
Just wanting to wrap this up since the guy was already boring her, Minazuki leaped from her branch and slowly emerged from the darkness above in a white, flowing robe, all nine of her tails whipping freely behind her. A crazed Cheshire grin plastered on her face as she inched closer to her victim. Pale ivory skin rendered a ghostly glow by the balls of Onibi demon’s fire.
“Boo.” The demon huffed a puff of white smoke on her victim’s face before…
THUD
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“Huh, this is a first.” The neko landed lightly on the ground, returning to her normal human appearance as the illusion and onibis disappeared. The boy was laying there like a dead corpse, face completely drained of color and with his limps poised in an awkward angle. The only sign telling the world that the body was still alive was the small movement of his chest as he breaths.
Did this guy seriously just faint? Imai Minazuki simply stood there with her arms crossed and stared at the male in mock awe. oh wow was it just her or did these human just keeps getting more pathetic? Tsuki couldn’t help but wonder how did a weakling like this got into Hyaku the first place anyways, since she actually knew there are some pretty strong people in that academy.
“Well,” She murmured to herself, grabbing a random stick and started poking the body with it, “do I just leave him here now or what?” If she brought him home, someone might accidentally mistaken him as snack and eat him. If she leave him here though she still couldn’t be sure that there wouldn’t be something trying to eat him…. And the guy being eaten wouldn’t be any help with the rumor mill since there would be no evidence and all…..
twig snapping sound
Tsuki snapped her eyes towards the general direction of the hidden newcomer, her expression cold and alert. Hmmm she wonder who could it be? If it was the kid’s friends tailing on him they probably just saw the whole thing. Quickly she calculating the possibility of hitting them on the head for a temporary amnesia, she quirked the corner of her lips and called out in a sing-song voice. “Come out come out, wherever you are~ I already know you’re there so there’s no use in hiding y’know~” Eyes narrowing she finished almost threateningly. “Don’t make me come over there to you, little mouse~”
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Post by IGARASHI WAKANA on Jul 18, 2012 0:36:09 GMT -5
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Sure, he supposed he didn’t have to accept the request when the bunch-a-drunks called him and pleaded him to fetch their friend from the supposedly “haunted” abyss which, in Waka’s mind, was probably just a bunch of trees standing at intimate distances with each other. Sure, he could have just ignored their whines and hiccupping whimpers and reminded them that outside of school, he really didn’t have any obligation to babysit or clean up after their messes when they didn't want to get in trouble with some adult.
Sure, he could've dismissed all of that, what with the stupidity and trivialness of it all, originating from some dumb dare. But what Waka couldn't dismiss, was his own inflated thoughts. Because then, he began to see visions of himself trekking deeper into the park, as he dared to do what the other wusses wouldn't dare. He saw himself earning respect among this measly group of peers, saw himself being worshipped for having rescued their friend. Hell, at some point in this fantasy, he even saw himself gracing the front page of the newspapers for supermanning his pathetic classmate out of the harmless park and boasting the mayor-given title of “most admirable piece of manly” in Midori. Truthfully, Waka saw a lot of things in his near future. But not a lot of it was likely to happen with such glamor.
Waka only happened to realize the extent to which his visions were exaggerated, however, once he started panting somewhere halfway uphill. “Some… one…,” he wheezed in a rather unheroic fashion and furrowed his eyebrows, “needs to bulldoze this piece of shit.” With clammy hands, he pushed up his sliding glasses and continued on his hike, keeping his gaze attached to the slow progress of his feet as he did so.
Hearing a couple of yelps in the distance, Waka rolled his eyes. Sounded like he wasn't too far off from his target. It also sounded as if the guy didn't even get that far past Suicide Cliffs. Although the proximity of such cliffs should have probably jittered him up a bit, Waka figured, after quickly calculating the wuss level of the voice, that it would be overestimating the guy to assume that he had the guts to do anything that bold. Probably just tripped over himself, the dumb spazz.
“Hang on, hang on, I’m almost there,” Waka muttered, finally feeling the ground start to level out in front of him as he walked farther into the park.
At the sound of a female voice, Waka looked up. He jumped at the sight of something long and white. “What the--.” His shoulders and arms rose in a tensed and awkward karate-esque stance. They relaxed, however, when Waka realized that the vision before him was in fact, not an oversized killer bunny.
“Jesus.” The things that you hallucinate in the dark. “Come out?” He raised an eyebrow, then blinked. “Oh. Sorry, do you not see me well or somethi--?”
He paused mid-step before replanting his feet firmly to the ground. “Mouse?!” His blue eyes narrowed as he looked her up and down. “Look here, obaasan, just because you’re ridiculously old and have grown your hair ridiculously long, doesn’t mean you get to sidestep the basic rules of courtesy and say whatever you want to someone like me, alright?” He twirled a finger in the air and pointed at her decisively, "Rude."
He glanced at a nearby tree and stood next to it, “And what the hell do you even mean to imply by calling me a mouse? Do you see how tall I am?! This dumb tree is only like, only three times taller!” He squinted at the said tree. “Not that I have a measuring tape with me on hand to prove it but, ya know, I mentally calculated so. Same deal.” He tapped at his noggin, “All sources are still legit.”
He began to walk forward again. “Anyways, considering the likely fact that your brain is probably degenerating and shit and you’ve probably already peed yourself with your weak bladder and all, I’ll let this insolence slide just this once.” As he neared her side, he turned to give her a glimpse of the youth she was probably so far away from remembering, but blinked upon seeing her face close up.
“That…,” he placed his hands on his hips and leaned forward, “That is some amazing cover up.” His eyes scoured her face for any sign of wrinkles and age. But just as he was starting to suspect that she might not be as old as he had assumed, he finally noticed the body on the ground, not too far from where they stood.
He stare hardened. Then, he placed both hands on the lady’s arm. And shoved her out of the away.
“OI,” he walked over to the body and kneeled before it. “OIIIIIII.” Noting the heaving chest, Waka placed a hand on his classmate’s heart, and another on his own wrist for a pulse. After a few seconds of counting to himself, Waka’s hands zipped to his own head to give it a furious whack, “What the fuck. I don’t even know what the normal heart rate feels like!” So much for attempting be a human stethoscope.
He stood back up and rubbed his chin. “Well, at least I know I don’t have to do CPR.” Since the guy was breathing and all. He nodded sharply at this deduction and stared back at his patient. Now. To figure out what caused his fall? Waka's eyes narrowed. No. That was not his responsibility. He was no doctor. Rather, what he should consider is the question of how to transport this sack of useless out of here. He snickered at the thought of piggybacking or even dragging the guy downhill. “Fuck that shit.” He flipped out a cell phone and stared at his contact list for potential wingmen. A bit unsatisfied with his rather lacking collection, he shoved the phone back into his pocket and glanced at the white-haired lady.
Well, when in doubt, ask a whiskering, wise old hag, right?
“Oi, obaasan,” Waka called over and gestured towards with a wave of his hand, “Do ya think calling an ambulance for this kid would be appropriate? I don’t think he’s dead or anything but… it also seems equally unnecessary to waste my, uh, muscles on him. You know?”
He took a look around him and frowned. “Er. Yeah. Maybe calling for the ambulance would be best. Can’t stand creepy foresty parks for too long.” He shuddered, “I need noise. And bright lights everywhere. Sunlight or flashy sirens, I don’t care.” Taking out his phone again, he continued the line of thought, “On top of that, I need bulldozers too.” He waved towards the trees surrounding them, “We need to get rid of this shit of a mini-forest that’s going on here. It’s too much of an eyesore for civilization. And birds make fucking nests there. Those need to definitely die.”
Not that Waka had the power to call all these shots. Still, he liked to speak hypothetically of what could be, as he continue to shoot the park annoyed looks.
He began to dial the number. “What do you think, eh? Sure would be easier to figure your way out of this hellhole if there were less dumb trees around, right?” Spying a particularly tall tree just beyond the young-looking ‘obaasan’, Waka pointed ahead, “Especially that one. That one,” he placed the phone against his ear and smiled, “would look nice all hacked up in my fireplace.”[/style] |
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Post by IMAI MINAZUKI on Jul 18, 2012 21:03:45 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #849FDC; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] L-LOL DON'T ASK. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS IS [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;] From between the dense forestation walked – stumbled? – out a dark haired boy who also seemed to be a student from Hyaku. Well well, it seemed like her assumption was correct after all. Tsuki mentally nodded to herself assuringly. She would just have to knock this one out as well and then along with the other body … oh wait, what was she gonna do with the other one again? Great, this kid just made her lost her train of thought.
Then said kid, obviously oblivious to the seemingly-dead body right by her feet, proceeded to gave her an once-over and came to the most ridiculous conclusion that ever graced the youkai’s furry, triangular ears.
“Who are you calling obaasan you four-eyed little brat?” She huffed and crossed her arms. “What? Is that glasses on your nose just for decoration so you can look smart?”
Obaa-san. OBAA-SAN? That … that… that disrespectful bastard! Oh what nerve he had to call her obaasan, when clearly he was the one in need of an immediate eye examination! Wait, forget exams, just give him a surgery of some sorts! Oh sure she probably lived longer than his grandparents. But in what world did she look like a baasan! Apparently in this guy’s delusional little head obaasan is the equivalent to a lovely, attractive young lady obviously in her teens.
The rest of words that left of the boy’s obnoxious mouth just flowed into her ears as “blah blah blah something tree blah blah blah me blah” because she was too busy contemplating the things she would do with his body after she knock him senseless – that was, until the human got all up in her face.
OKAY. THAT’S IT. Tsuki lifted the stick in her hand and made a horizontal swing so she could hopefully whack some sense into this guy, or preferably shut him up forever. She would be doing the world a huge favor anyways. A mere second later Tsuki regretted not acting on it sooner, because the human had the guts to actually shove her away. She didn’t fall or anything, of course, since she quickly planted a foot back and steadied herself. But sadly the stick missed its black fuzzy target by a mere inch as the human kneeled down finally realizing the existence of victim number ichi.
“Tch.” Tsuki scowled and glared daggers at the male as he started making vain attempts at waking up his little friend. “Don’t even bother, four-eyes. The pathetic twerp is out cold. I’m pretty sure his head didn’t land on the grass.” Well, he fainted before that, but who needs details.
The human mumbled to himself a bit before standing back up. The demon could have sworn she heard a vein pop as soon as he opened his mouth again. Just- just how annoying can one guy get?! Taking his buddy was one thing, since Tsuki couldn’t wait to get rid of him. But how dare he even think of touching the forest, let alone her tree! This was when she decided he really, really crossed the line. And not just her personal ones either. “First of all. Stop. Calling me. Obaasan!” |
[/color] The stick was abandoned on the ground as Tsuki raised her right hand and pulled him down by the collar until two pairs blue eyes met. Her other hand quickly reached up and snatched the phone from his grasp, ending whichever call he was making. “second of all, there will no need for any ambulance, bulldozer, or your nonexistent muscles.” After a few swings of her fingers, the small rectangular device was freefalling and hit the ground with a muffled thud. She continued speaking with her face mere inches away from his, with a voice eerily calm considering she was boiling inside. “And lastly, all of the birds and their fucking nests and the trees – especially my tree – are going to stay right where they are. You know why?” Tsuki stopped for a dramatic pause and continued with a wide grin. “Because I’ve changed my mind about having you and your little buddy leaving this park in one piece tonight.” Well, not that she’ll decapitate them or anything – blood is really hard to wash out and she was wearing white – she would just have her fun with him and leave him hanging on a branch for the night…… wait, that didn’t came out right. Oh well. Tsuki gave her new victim the best blood-craving, children-eating big bad wolf look she could pull off – pupils gradually narrowing into slits, a Cheshire smile that deliberately showed off her sharp canines, and even threw in a few onibis around them for the sake of setting the mood. This should be a piece of cake. [/style][/td][/tr][/table] [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;][STYLE=width: 320px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; color: #849FDC; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: #849FDC 1px dashed;]MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND ( ★)[/style] |
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Post by IGARASHI WAKANA on Jul 21, 2012 13:37:46 GMT -5
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Her last comment, however, did manage to grab his. Denying him the chance to leave in one piece? That sounded like something... a crazed-saw-wielding-yandere-psycho-murderer would say. His eyes widened at the fangs she suddenly bared and the glow she took on. Maybe he should've stuck with his earlier instinct. Although she was definitely not a bunny, she still had both a pair of fluffy ears and a demonic glare that signaled that she was ready to kill. "Aughhh shit." And here he thought this kinda stuff only happened in places like the dirty south.
He debated on closing his eyes, giving her a quick karate chop, and making a run for it. Smooth and quick. Forget about the dumb kid on the ground. He was probably near dead anyway. And what good would staying behind to save him do? The kid wasn’t going to grow up and do anything for society. Plus he'd be a good sacrifice to quench the demon's hunger while Waka made his clean escape. Yup. Waka felt totally justified in ditching.
Except, the ditching part wasn't coming very fast, as Waka winced at the sight of the bright light surrounding the monster. He knew about demons. Growing up in a family with connections to gods and demigods alike, he even saw some before from afar. But he didn't know shit about their anatomy. How was he supposed to know whether that blue light was actually some kind of defensive mechanism that would burn his hands off with literal demon fire at the slightest touch? “Oh God.” He was kinda trapped, wasn't he. Waka could feel his heart leaping to his throat, his very skin cells quiver in shock, and his brain contemplating whether or not this situation called for biological suicide.
He gulped down some dry air. He supposed that if he couldn’t resort to physical attacks, he could attempt to talk her down. “Listen, obaasa--,” he winced. “Lady.” He remained squinty-eyed. “Demon thing.” His shoulders rose at the chance that his own words could be interpreted as belittling. “I mean. Youkai… sama… highness?” He attempted to crack a smile. “This, uh, this really doesn’t need to get ugly.” He waved his hand at the other kid on the ground. “I mean, frankly speaking, we’re not really friends. Soooooo if he did anything to offend you, do whatever you want with him. I don’t really give a shit.”
He gestured towards the rest of their surroundings. “I don’t give a shit about these stupid trees either! I mean, uh, you know, earlier…,” he forced a laugh, “pfffft, that was just meeee joking around! I’m way too lazy to call people over to bulldoze this place. I-I don’t even think anyone would listen to me if I put up an official petition about how hideous this piece of uncivilized nature is and how it needs to die!” He pointed back at the tree he had his sight on earlier. “Oh, and, um. I didn’t know that was… ‘your’ tree. I won’t, like, touch your house. I promise. You and your owl neighbors can do whatever the hell you want. I’ll stay out of it. So if you’ll just….” He reached for her arm, wanting to yank it away from his collar, but hesitated upon seeing the blue light still flickering about her.
‘Keep talking dumb shit,’ his brain told him, ‘or else we’re gonna have to just abort this mission called life in order to at least avoid the pain of being eaten alive.’
Waka’s eyes tightened, as he felt himself sink a bit lower. “Look,” he started reluctantly, “please don’t eat me. You really don’t want to waste your time on me. I mean,” he gestured back to the unconscious classmate on the ground, “look at him. He’s a fucking fatty. If you eat both of us, just think of how much weight you’ll be gaining. And it just, just wouldn’t be a flattering look on you, you know, with you being so, soo… so….” Waka paused as his gaze wavered towards the cat ears. “Soo… kawaii and shit.”
His eyebrows furrowed. He wasn't sure if that was the compliment appropriate for this kind of situation, but he continued nonetheless. “And uh, I mean. Look at this. Look at these arms.” He started flailing them about. “Do you see that? Not even like, an inch of flab. Or, uh, muscle! I’m just skin and bones.” He shook his head, “Not very nutritious. Or tasty even. S-so if you could just….” His arms were beginning to flap at a more violent pace, as he leaned back on his heels in an attempt to get away from her. Damn, demon-grips were strong.
Replanting his feet flat onto the ground again, he placed his hands on his waist and heaved. Well, if pathetic and panicky wasn’t going to work, maybe he should try to conduct this like a business transaction. Firm and to the point, while throwing in a few subtle threats. “Okay look demon lady. I don’t wanna die.” He jabbed a thumb at himself, “I have a lot to live for. I’m pretty much considered the shit in my school. And I have, like, godly relatives. My aunt is the fucking goddess of death.” Not that he knew what the hell she was capable of. But, it was worth mentioning for his resume of, ‘Reasons why I’m worth keeping in this world’. “So yeah, unless you want the things you hold dear to die. Like, uh, your tree friends, starting with your fucking owl of a neighbor, you’d b-better…,” he looked her up and down, “watch yourself!”
As soon as he had uttered those last few words, a combination of his fear and weakening body got a hold of him. He gulped. Er. So much for subtle. He leaned a little back, anticipating the deadly blow.
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Post by IMAI MINAZUKI on Jul 23, 2012 19:18:09 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #849FDC; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] this is not how it's suppose to come out kay? ; n ;[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;] A sick, sadistic pleasure roused in the pit of her stomach as the young youkai watched the male student squirm and cringe within her grasp, completely at her mercy. She could almost hear the increasing beats of his heart, the blood rushing faster and faster inside his veins. This feeling of power and control was almost…… exhilarating, and appealing to her demonic nature - an unfamiliar side that, unlike many members of her family, Tsuki preferred not to explore.
Though that excitement died down as she listened to more and more of this human’s pathetic plea, as if that could’ve made her spare him the life that she had no intention of taking in the first place. Even when pleading for his life the male sounded so full of himself. And the fact that he seemed to have no problem giving up another human’s life in exchange for his own only made Tsuki more disgusted with the imbeciles in her hand. How selfish. How typically……human. Minazuki frowned in distaste. Although deep down she knew there are exceptions out there. But the rare few with good qualities wouldn’t even out the vileness she felt towards the race in general.
But the boy finally managed to have her curious when he mentioned having godly relatives. Arching a brow in amusement tsuki mercifully allowed the human to blab on with his seemingly new found confidence.
“So yeah, unless you want the things you hold dear to die. Like, uh, your tree friends, starting with your fucking owl of a neighbor, you’d b-better…,” He gave her another once-over. She waited quite impatiently for the human to finish his sentence.
“watch yourself!”
And there goes the punch line.
The bakeneko dipped her head down, shoulders and ears shaking violently as her free hand clutched around her torso. This went on for a full three seconds before she suddenly tilted her head back and burst into laughter. The sound echoed through the dark forest. A flock of startled ravens cawed and fled the scene.
“O-OH DEAR,” finally calmed down a little from her laughing fit, the albino straightened herself and raised a hand to wipe away the tears threatening to fall out from the corner of her eyes. “I am fucking terrified.”
Her previous mocking tone turned to a more scornful one as she scoffed and stared back in his eyes.
“That has got to be the worst threat I have ever heard.” She said with a toothy grin, clearly not feeling any pressure from his so-called goddess of death aunt. “You poor thing~ you have no idea what gods are really like do you? Some of them don’t even give a damn about their own kids, so what makes you think she’ll care about you?” Humans are only their subordinates. Adoration and fear are the only things they need from them.
She closed up the distance between them with a pull on his collar, slowly tracing her nail down the contour of his face, starting from the outer corner of his eye. “…though I think you should really give yourself more credit…” Minazuki murmured darkly as she used her finger to lift up his chin, forcing her prey to leave his neck exposed. One of the most vital parts on a human’s body. “…some happens to prefer skin and bones… they are the most, what’s the word again?” The pale digit continued its journey, running back and forth along the pumping artery with a pressure just shy from drawing blood, as if the demon was debating on whether to make his death painfully slow or not. “ah, flavorful.” She chuckled cynically.
Cats tend to make it a habit to play with their food even if they had no interest in eating them.
A demon one is still no exception.
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