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Post by The Wonder Fox on Dec 31, 2006 18:09:49 GMT -5
The massive energy from the priest's attack shot towards that swarming plague, tearing away at a good chunk of the locusts as the energy snaked its way through. But it only managed to destroy a certain amount, and even when it did pull out from the swarm it was much weaker. The attack splashed over the teal-haired Sacrifice like a pitiful sandstorm, the damage hadn't even created a shackle, just annoyed the boy.
"Bleh! Stupid JuuJuu!" muttered the Osakan as he swatted away the energy hanging over his head without much effort.
During the time when the energy was cutting through the counter, Juujika was smiling weakly, struggling to stand as his tired eyes looked over at his own Sacrifice. But when he turned back to the scene before him, the counter flying angrily forward, his face grew pale as he hurriedly tried to block it.
But no words would come to mind; he was utterly exhausted from his last attack.
He didn't even try to defend, even when Endless' attack was inches away.
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Post by Ed-chan on Jan 4, 2007 23:31:02 GMT -5
The attack hit dead-on. The swarm was weaker and less threatening before, but it was still strong enough to create a small cut along the blue-haired one's throat. Another shackled formed, wrapping tightly around his neck, and he winced from it.
Had they lost...?
His eyes stared timidly upon Endless as the darkness began to fade.
The white-haired one was smirking, proud of his victory. To be truthful, the ordeal also left him a bit empty. Faithless was so... easy! Not much of a challenge in his opinion.
When the darkness was nearly invisible, he brushed off his clothing, and looked to his own Sacrifice. "You okay, Ouji?"
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Jan 5, 2007 17:53:35 GMT -5
Beating a hand against his chest, the teal-haired kitten gave a cocky smirk to his Fighter and nodded, a smug little laughter bubbling from his throat. "Yup, I'm feelin' not all that bad, Jun, actually I feel great!" He laughed again, this time walking over towards the defeated pair with a strange glint in his beady little eyes. Standing over the priest, the boy placed his hands on his own knees as he leaned over the man, taking in every image of this defeat.
"Aww, poor JuuJuu, you got beat real bad didn't yah? Better luck next time, yeh?"
Anger seethed from the kneeling man, he was trying so hard not to reach up and strangle that little Hellspawn. He wanted to, he really did, but all he could do was swear under his breath as he watched the devil wander over to his student –slash-Sacrifice. But the boy was right; it had been so long since he last fought, back then this would have been an easy win.
But he wanted to leave that life and everything about it behind.
"And whatta poor shmuck you are, Aoi-kun, heh heh. Looks like you've got yourself a shitty partner!"
Reaching down, the teal-haired boy grabbed onto one of the Sacrifice's blue ears and tugged at it fiercely. A disturbing giggled surfaced from his throat as he pulled harder, "maybe you should just die, both of you should as a matter 'a fact. You're bot pretty pathetic, yeh!"
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Post by Ed-chan on Jan 7, 2007 14:42:38 GMT -5
With gritted teeth, Makoto could do nothing but bear anger towards the teal-haired one. Just because he had lost doesn't mean the other could rub it in his face! In truth, despite how unusual such feelings were for the kitten, he wanted to punch out of few of the other Sacrifice's teeth. He would have, but even thinking about lifting a limb left him drained.
"Cut it out, would ya?" The fighter, Junichi, seemed annoyed. "I have work in five minutes, you know."
Not that he didn't mind rubbing salt into peoples' wounds every now and then. This was just a particularly bad time.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Jan 8, 2007 18:32:20 GMT -5
A heavy, annoyed sigh passed through the devilish kitten's lips as he shook his head, eyes narrowing as he cast a smug little gaze down at the blue-haired one. Pouting his lips as he let go of the other's ears, (but not without one last tug), Ouji shoved his hands into his pockets as he looked back towards his Fighter.
"Man, you always ruin my fun, Jun~..."
Surveying the area one last time, the teal-haired boy raised a brow when his eyes caught sight of the priest mumbling something. His curiosity piqued, the boy gave a 'Hmph' as he inquired whatever that damn Father said, trying to mask his interest.
"What'd you say, JuuJuu?"
Juujika did not like that tone, not one bit. As for what he was murmuring was a vicious warning.
"Get out of this place...Get out now, heathens...Leave this place..." said the man weakly and quietly, trying to block out his rage.
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Post by Ed-chan on Jan 8, 2007 22:17:02 GMT -5
Jun didn't quite take what Father said seriously; the only reason he headed for the door was because he wanted to get to work on time. The boss could be really bitchy about tardiness.
"Come on, Ouji." He sounded impatient. He could practically feel the minutes ticking away.
Makoto, in the meantime, began to attempt to stand. He still felt weak, too weak to really even try to do anything, but he had to get home. In all of this he had forgotten he had violin lessons today. Miss Ijima would have understood anyhow, but he didn't like keeping people waiting. He still had to talk to his friend, Yumi, too, but she had probably gone home by now. As if that was bad, Mom was probably getting worried.
How could he explain all this?
With a grunt, he finally managed to lift himself on wobbly legs. He swayed to the side a bit like a duckling, before finding his footing after managing to use Father Juujika's desk to support himself. The cut on his throat, the bruises on his wrists throbbed painfully.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Jan 9, 2007 18:00:03 GMT -5
"You've a cut on your neck, Ando-kun."
The priest's voice was timid, sullen, and weary. He had spoken the words softly as he too struggled to get to his feet, he could feel the aching pain coursing through his veins. It had been what seemed like eons since he'd fought like that, and to have been so utterly defeated as well. When the man finally got to his feet, he hobbled over to his desk, reaching out to pull open on of the drawers and reach inside.
In his hands he held a roll of white medical tape, tearing off a strip without a sound as he turned to the boy. With one hand he gingerly tiled the other's chin back as he proceeded to cover the wound with said tape. Smoothing the area with a gentle thumb, a sigh pushed past the Father's lips as he finally made eye contact with the younger male, if only for a second or two.
"I was planning on telling you tomorrow, even though I'd seen the scar on your neck before, I was hoping you wouldn't have to experience a battle so soon, I'm sorry..."
That was all that Juujika said as he pulled back his own sleeve.
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Post by Ed-chan on Jan 10, 2007 21:08:35 GMT -5
Makoto remained silent all throughout this sudden and unexpected gesture of kindness. In the back of his mind, he was a bit skeptical. Father never seemed to like him before; why was he doing all of this now?
His eyebrows furrowed just a bit, as he backed away, grabbing the denim bookbag laying helplessly on the floor. He huffed a little.
Father had a lot of... a lot of nerve!
"Why are you being so nice to me now, Father? It's just a stupid scar." He was just going to go back to hating him tomorrow; Mako knew it for a fact. His ears lowered, twitched upwards, lowered again.
Angry blues shifted around, catching sight of the priest's arms. There wasn't just one gash there. There were lots of fading ones, puncture wounds maybe, all along them.
Silence.
He looked away.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Jan 10, 2007 21:24:50 GMT -5
"Hmph, you're such a brat, I should have never even recognized your existence."
Huffing as he tore off a section of medical tape with his teeth, the priest shook his head and muttered something one could have sworn vulgar under his breath. Looking down as he covered the wound on his wrist, he winced softly when his fingertips grazed part of his hand. It had been mildly burn and stung lightly.
Mentally asking himself why he even bothered as he grabbed part of his hand loosely, the Father's eyes too wandered towards a certain terrain of his arm. He sighed audibly; those scars from the past, he hated that life. Just as he was going to speak, the man's maroon eyes rose up to see the boy's own and what they were staring at, even if for a split second.
Almost hurriedly, Juujika had covered his arm, he too looking away as he finished with his hand, finally speaking once more.
"Let's get you home then," he said in a cold, uncaring voice, "we wouldn't want you parents to worry over you..."
He almost sounded sarcastic.
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Post by Ed-chan on Jan 10, 2007 22:03:43 GMT -5
Mako opened his mouth to answer, a bit rudely in fact, before he was stifled by a ringing from his bag. He sighed, digging into it and pulling out a small cellphone. He flipped it open, put it to his ear.
"Hello? ... Mom? ... I'm at school. ... I'm sorry... Father's gonna drop me off," his eyes flashed towards the priest for a few seconds. "I'll see you when I get home. ... Bye." A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he shoved the phone back into his bag. From the sound of Father's voice, he was probably starting to hate him again already. So much for them being partners or whatever.
With lowered ears, the blue-haired one proceeded towards the door, not even bothering to look at his teacher.
"Where's your car?" His voice sounded monotonous, dull, as if he really would rather walk than be within three inches of the other.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Jan 12, 2007 16:39:22 GMT -5
"It'll be the only one in the teacher's parking lot, on the east side of the school," said the Father without missing a beat, dusting off the sleeves and from of his cassock. He looked weary standing there, worried even, fatigue bagging under his eyes. He busied himself with shuffling papers, storing writing utensils and putting away an assortment of other teaching objects and had done so quietly.
"I have to lock up, we're the only ones still here, go and I'll meet you there."
Still there was no emotion in his voice; as though the situation was really he cared nothing about. As if getting home himself were more important than taking the other home. Brushing back a stray lock of dark hair from his neck, two English letters of his scar appeared briefly, the skin colored orange from the pouring light of the evening sun.
He said nothing more after that.
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Post by Ed-chan on Jan 14, 2007 1:25:09 GMT -5
Makoto nodded solemnly, still not bothering to acknowledge the teacher with his eyes. He didn't even want to look at him now; if Father was going to be a jerk about this, then he'd have to return the favor. Strange; it wasn't like the blue-haired boy to be so resentful about something so suddenly. Even if he were, he'd wait for it to explode before he even dared to show it. Something about today mage him unusually spiteful, angry.
Perhaps... it was the fight from before...?
With a short, curt and huffing breath, the door slammed behind Mako as he left, trudging to the parking lot with his bag slung over his shoulder. Hopefully no one was looking for him, would see him. He didn't feel so social right now. He was ready to punch something.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Jan 14, 2007 21:32:33 GMT -5
One. Two. Three.
There were three oil spots on the ground next to the car.
...Four.
Alright, there were four.
A frown disfigured a youthful face, a curtain of teal blocking view. Tossing the locks from his face, the boy beat a fist on the hood of the car he was currently sitting on. He knew it was that priest's car, knowing this kind of wanted to make him dent it for mischievous reasons. Taking a large bite out of an unfortunate chocolate bar, the kitten hummed to himself, kicking his feet against the bumper and license plate.
Damn, JuuJuu was so slow!!
Looking down at the small envelope in his hands, Ouji frowned deeply, shaking his teal head as he caught sight of someone approaching. He looked back to the wrinkled envelope and scowled, why couldn't he read this note, why did only JuuJuu get to read it?
Damn, why did his stupid brother have to die anyway?
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Post by Ed-chan on Jan 15, 2007 13:34:54 GMT -5
As soon as the blue-haired one managed to make it outside, to the parking lot, to his teacher's car, he noticed a familiar splotch of... teal? ...was that guy still here? Great. Just what he needed.
"Why're you here...?" Mako muttered, his voice low and slightly huffy. He slammed his back against the side of the car, not even bothering to acknowledge the teal-haired one with his eyes. Father Juujika had spoiled his day.
He had missed everything that made today normal, and though everything that happened before was... interesting, Father's attitude towards poor Mako was making him angry. Or perhaps he was tired. He was always irritable when he was tired. This musing went on stormily in the boy's head as he waited for some sort of response.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Jan 15, 2007 13:53:33 GMT -5
"Hmmmm? I'm waiting for JuuJuu, I've got something real important for him, yup."
Turning to his side, the boy now sat dangling his legs off the side of the front of the car, staring over at the angry kitten. A small frown appeared on the teal-headed one's face as he took another bite from that chocolate bar in his hand. After a while a silence, the Endless Sacrifice finally spoke again.
"Um, I'm sorry, I mean, I didn't mean to pull you ear, I just get carried away. Sorry, Aoi-kun..."
He tried to smile, he even offered a little bit of the remaining chocolate to the other Sacrifice as a peace offering. He didn't seem to be all that bad, this kitten, he just seemed ignorantly innocent as he smiled for real this time at the other.
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