Dyslexia: A note! Now you are possibly bitching because I have removed this story 'Vampire Winged Angel'. I am too but, alas, I have a Mary-Sue. And it MUST be changed. Sora will be heavily changed as well. He needs to keep his dark attitude but; still have his naïve childish aura. Without that he's screwed and I've bent him to my own ways. I actually am seriously ashamed of myself. Asking you people to help me create a character.. Tch tch tch. I do hope you forgive me and also give me alittle bit more time to complete the character whom I will STRESS to NOT be a Mary-Sue. And yes, I know, some of you are thinking 'Wait a minute! Rukai WASN'T a Mary-Sue' As a matter-of-fact; she was. So until I can drag something GOOD out of the realms of my twist angsty mind, I shall do the honors and work on this story again. As for the mean time; other stories of mine need character plots; better grammar, and numerous other things. Basically these next few months or so will be dedicated to rewriting stories. AND I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH! I. NEED. A. BETA. READER! Actually, more than one because well, you can't have too many people check it. I'll take three, and I will be in your debt forever if you do. No; I'm not going to bribe you to do it and no I can't give you anything to do it either. All you'll get is my eternal thanks, my undying friendship, and the 'privilege' or reading my chapters first and such. Now I think this has gotten as big as I'm going to let it reach. I do hope you bothered to read this; faithful reviewer. Now onto the first re-installment of Sayonara Takai. Formerly known as 'Vampire Winged Angel'. And for you un-Japanese literate people, Sayonara (Good-bye) and Takai (Death) Actually makes a good title, one that makes SENSE with the story. Yay.
Disclaimer: Ah ha. I don't own Kingdom Hearts but I do own Kowai Sumaranai or, once known as 'Rukai'. Kowai (Scary) and Sumaranai (Bored) fits her basic description. I'm sick of all the 'fan made Japanese names' Such as 'Rukai' and such. Overly used. If you want to use a 'fan made Japanese name' Make something creative such as 'Yuyuka Keilapseshion' That's a mouth full but that name fit's the character. A mouth full. And a crazed, bi-polar, bitch. God this is going to be one helluva story…
Foot Note: And ah yes. The uhm. One flame I got for this story, courtesy of Chris. Yeah I'll have to change that if only to make ye happy, Chrissit. Meh.
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The brunette cat-boy let out a small sigh as the gray smoke billowed across his face, obscuring his smell with it's foul tar scent. He shook his head and the rain that had gathered there fell down from the roof top, some breaking away on the shingles, other dying at the cobblestones that supported the Accessory Shop. Making a soft strangled noise from the depths of his throat he slipped down off the blackish brick shingles that sheltered the warm insides of the shop from the cold harsh winds, biting wind, and chilling snow that was now the climate of the once highly known Traverse Town. But now the famous town had been reduced to half-rubble and lesser beings of the human race. As well as other races at that. With the smallest of thumps he landed silently on the cracked road that screamed when used too roughly. Signs from old shops hung around, showing no well-keeping. Doors off the old shops were either completely gone or just barely hanging on their hinges by a few well rusted screws.
He stood still in the cobblestone road, people with horses just calmly riding by, paying him no attention thinking him as of a beggar. From his mangled sienna and copper brown hair, his pale gaunt figure, his fingerless black shredded gloves, his worn red shirt and a loose pair of jeans were all he wore, the other precious items he owned was his pentagram, his Japanese inscribed sword, held up with a loose belt hanging lop-sided on his hips, a faded dark brown leather. The sword didn't even own a hilt; the only thing that would separate his hand for the dangerously sharp blade was a dark blue cloth wrapping. And his beloved black hooded cloak which stopped at his shins, frayed with age. The silver trimmings at the bottom were barely visible because of the wear and ripping. But, nevertheless, they still were noticeable. He shivered as his bare feet, covered in scars, hit the rocky road which he was following to meet up with his 'friends'.
"Good-morning Sora-kun." He balanced on his heels for a moment, reeling back from the sudden invasion of light blinding him momentarily. He held his gloved had up to guard his cloudy sapphire hued eyes from the man made light. After the shock to his eyes from the light, and lots of hissing coming from the said character he mumbled his reply to the ex- member of SOILDER.
"…good morning…" Was his half ware reply, no one these days expected much of a talk from the once hyper-active Keyblade Master. Aerith cleared he throat and motioned for him to sit; this meant Heartless must have attacked. Or they'd been robbed. He didn't prefer the latter.
"We've found him." Swoosh. His eye brows were arched up. Way up there. And he had pulled his head up from the ground to stare at her… well, more of like glare at Aerith. His white-blue eyes asking his question. /Who?/
"Riku!" Yuffie suddenly blurted out, disappointed at his lack of acknowledgement, "We've SEEN him. He was here earlier looking for /YOU/!" Sora blinked. Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
"What?" He looked from Cloud, to Yuffie, to Aerith, Cloud, Yuffie, Aerith. In their eyes, none of them were lying. He took a step back, his arms reaching out to grab at the air, his mouth slightly opened at the shock. Anger. Hate. Happiness. Joy. Sadness. Apathy. All of these emotions ran throughout his mind. Riku… his best friend Riku… It couldn't be!
"How'did… he get.." Sora trailed off, not knowing how to finish off his sentence. It made no sense. Riku was locked away from his grasp in Kingdom Hearts.
"We're not quiet sure but.. We decided it wouldn't be too wise to lead him to you. He might be out to kill you and is still under Ansem's control." Sora shook his dark chocolate mane, it didn't make sense. None. Whatsoever. Sora looked up at the Gunblade Wielder almost testing those gray eyes for deceit. Cloud took a step forward and placed his un-clawed hand on his scantily covered shoulder.
"You do what your heart tells you to." Sora shouldered him away, he didn't need comfort. He needed to see his long-time friend. The room fell into an eerie, uneasy silence soon followed by the refurbished wooden door slammed shut. And the second to last member to have joined the room gone.
White feather-like snow fell from the heavens and landed on the cat-boy's nose. He wrinkled it at the coldness of the snow. His feet were on the brink of frost-bite as well as his uncovered fingers. Shakily he pulled the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled the smoke that was filtering his lungs. He knew what the damned things did to his health but he couldn't care. It just helped prove that his heart /wasn't/ pure and full of light like it was five years ago. Darkness and hate had filled it, as well as the notion of suicide.
Yeah, suicide sounded pretty damn good. But he still had to fulfill two more promises before he could slip away. One: Give Kairi back her *lucky* charm. Which for him, wasn't so lucky.. Two: He /SWORE/ to Riku that he'd see him one last time before the end of their lives. And Sora intended to keep both of those promises made to his two best friends. Even if it meant risks along the way.
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Dyslexia: Ugh. I like this version better. It's more dark. And I think the character I have is much more suiting for Sora's 'darkness'. I hope Kowai doesn't turn out Mary-Sue-ish. And if you're wondering WHY I'm caring about my characters is because well.. I just read a story where someone had a REALLY bad character and was chewed out for unoriginality. I can be VERY original. Much more original that Rukai. And of which I am doing. Please R&R and sorry for the short chapter. They'll
Disclaimer: Ah ha. I don't own Kingdom Hearts but I do own Kowai Sumaranai or, once known as 'Rukai'. Kowai (Scary) and Sumaranai (Bored) fits her basic description. I'm sick of all the 'fan made Japanese names' Such as 'Rukai' and such. Overly used. If you want to use a 'fan made Japanese name' Make something creative such as 'Yuyuka Keilapseshion' That's a mouth full but that name fit's the character. A mouth full. And a crazed, bi-polar, bitch. God this is going to be one helluva story…
Foot Note: And ah yes. The uhm. One flame I got for this story, courtesy of Chris. Yeah I'll have to change that if only to make ye happy, Chrissit. Meh.
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The brunette cat-boy let out a small sigh as the gray smoke billowed across his face, obscuring his smell with it's foul tar scent. He shook his head and the rain that had gathered there fell down from the roof top, some breaking away on the shingles, other dying at the cobblestones that supported the Accessory Shop. Making a soft strangled noise from the depths of his throat he slipped down off the blackish brick shingles that sheltered the warm insides of the shop from the cold harsh winds, biting wind, and chilling snow that was now the climate of the once highly known Traverse Town. But now the famous town had been reduced to half-rubble and lesser beings of the human race. As well as other races at that. With the smallest of thumps he landed silently on the cracked road that screamed when used too roughly. Signs from old shops hung around, showing no well-keeping. Doors off the old shops were either completely gone or just barely hanging on their hinges by a few well rusted screws.
He stood still in the cobblestone road, people with horses just calmly riding by, paying him no attention thinking him as of a beggar. From his mangled sienna and copper brown hair, his pale gaunt figure, his fingerless black shredded gloves, his worn red shirt and a loose pair of jeans were all he wore, the other precious items he owned was his pentagram, his Japanese inscribed sword, held up with a loose belt hanging lop-sided on his hips, a faded dark brown leather. The sword didn't even own a hilt; the only thing that would separate his hand for the dangerously sharp blade was a dark blue cloth wrapping. And his beloved black hooded cloak which stopped at his shins, frayed with age. The silver trimmings at the bottom were barely visible because of the wear and ripping. But, nevertheless, they still were noticeable. He shivered as his bare feet, covered in scars, hit the rocky road which he was following to meet up with his 'friends'.
"Good-morning Sora-kun." He balanced on his heels for a moment, reeling back from the sudden invasion of light blinding him momentarily. He held his gloved had up to guard his cloudy sapphire hued eyes from the man made light. After the shock to his eyes from the light, and lots of hissing coming from the said character he mumbled his reply to the ex- member of SOILDER.
"…good morning…" Was his half ware reply, no one these days expected much of a talk from the once hyper-active Keyblade Master. Aerith cleared he throat and motioned for him to sit; this meant Heartless must have attacked. Or they'd been robbed. He didn't prefer the latter.
"We've found him." Swoosh. His eye brows were arched up. Way up there. And he had pulled his head up from the ground to stare at her… well, more of like glare at Aerith. His white-blue eyes asking his question. /Who?/
"Riku!" Yuffie suddenly blurted out, disappointed at his lack of acknowledgement, "We've SEEN him. He was here earlier looking for /YOU/!" Sora blinked. Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
"What?" He looked from Cloud, to Yuffie, to Aerith, Cloud, Yuffie, Aerith. In their eyes, none of them were lying. He took a step back, his arms reaching out to grab at the air, his mouth slightly opened at the shock. Anger. Hate. Happiness. Joy. Sadness. Apathy. All of these emotions ran throughout his mind. Riku… his best friend Riku… It couldn't be!
"How'did… he get.." Sora trailed off, not knowing how to finish off his sentence. It made no sense. Riku was locked away from his grasp in Kingdom Hearts.
"We're not quiet sure but.. We decided it wouldn't be too wise to lead him to you. He might be out to kill you and is still under Ansem's control." Sora shook his dark chocolate mane, it didn't make sense. None. Whatsoever. Sora looked up at the Gunblade Wielder almost testing those gray eyes for deceit. Cloud took a step forward and placed his un-clawed hand on his scantily covered shoulder.
"You do what your heart tells you to." Sora shouldered him away, he didn't need comfort. He needed to see his long-time friend. The room fell into an eerie, uneasy silence soon followed by the refurbished wooden door slammed shut. And the second to last member to have joined the room gone.
White feather-like snow fell from the heavens and landed on the cat-boy's nose. He wrinkled it at the coldness of the snow. His feet were on the brink of frost-bite as well as his uncovered fingers. Shakily he pulled the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled the smoke that was filtering his lungs. He knew what the damned things did to his health but he couldn't care. It just helped prove that his heart /wasn't/ pure and full of light like it was five years ago. Darkness and hate had filled it, as well as the notion of suicide.
Yeah, suicide sounded pretty damn good. But he still had to fulfill two more promises before he could slip away. One: Give Kairi back her *lucky* charm. Which for him, wasn't so lucky.. Two: He /SWORE/ to Riku that he'd see him one last time before the end of their lives. And Sora intended to keep both of those promises made to his two best friends. Even if it meant risks along the way.
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Dyslexia: Ugh. I like this version better. It's more dark. And I think the character I have is much more suiting for Sora's 'darkness'. I hope Kowai doesn't turn out Mary-Sue-ish. And if you're wondering WHY I'm caring about my characters is because well.. I just read a story where someone had a REALLY bad character and was chewed out for unoriginality. I can be VERY original. Much more original that Rukai. And of which I am doing. Please R&R and sorry for the short chapter. They'll