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The smell of gasoline filled his nostrils. His hands were shaking as he poured it over the rotting floor that was stained with soda-pop stains. He decided to throw some of it on the walls of the creaky old house. He carefully yet nosily clomped up the stairs spilling the gasoline on his way up.
It was like his hatred was placed with the can and the gasoline was his other emotions coming out. As he finish pouring it out, he took out a Zippo- concert lighter. He threw the can across the room. The old musty ragged furniture seemed to watch Yusuke's every move.
Yusuke pressed the flint and the flame came alive. The flame burned within Yusuke's eyes as he threw it into a puddle of gasoline. The fire spread instantly through the top story, he ran down the stairs, as the flames followed him. Yusuke stared up at the burning house. The corners of his mouth forged a smile and a laughed rosed from his chest.
Smoke blanketed the neighborhood in a blacker darkness, Sirens, pierced through the darkness. The house that burned so brightly once was Yusuke's childhood house back when his father was still alive.
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Kuwabara stared at the envelop he held in his hand. His nerves of steel became nerves of mush. His whole future was sealed within this envelop. About a month ago he was failing because his homework wasn't challenging him enough. As soon as Sarayashiki Jr. High found out his IQ was 165 they bumped him all the way up a senior in high school.
He graduated about two weeks ago and the college's response was within this letter. He let out a sigh and began to tear a corner off. *RING RING* Kuwabara was startled. *RING RING* He reached for the receiver, he put to his ear and said "Hello?" "Kuwabara!" it was Yusuke's voice. "Urameshi, why are you calling me so late?" "I'm in jail and I need you to bail me out!!" "F-for what?" Kuwabara stammered. "For lighting my old house on fire. Get your ass down here and bail me out!" *click*
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Hiei stood on the stage. The room was musty and smelled of sweat and smoke. He stood with mic in hand. "Ok RD you got the stage. Show this mother fucker how to kill!" Hiei closed his eyes and took a breath. "Ok d.j. spin it!" the announcer called. The d.j started the turntables and the music began. Hiei took a breath and looked at his opponent. His hair was matted and grimy, his skin was dark and scars covered his arms and face. The white tank top he wore was stained with what looked like blood, and his jeans were baggy and ripped in many places.
"The rhymes I recite are fully dressed and yours are butt naked Your speech is weak, while my mine stands strong So, all hail the demon that's here to live long" Then turned to the crowed who cheered him on. "Punched him in his belly and gave him a slap, but little did I know this lil' boy was strapped" The crowed cheered as Hiei finished. He shoved the mic at his opponent. "Don't choke." Hiei said with a laugh. "D.j turn it!" The music started again but his opponent stood there with nothing to say. "Fuck this." He said finally walking off stage. Hiei simply grinned as the crowd grew louder and louder with a chant. "RD RD RD!!!!"
The smell of gasoline filled his nostrils. His hands were shaking as he poured it over the rotting floor that was stained with soda-pop stains. He decided to throw some of it on the walls of the creaky old house. He carefully yet nosily clomped up the stairs spilling the gasoline on his way up.
It was like his hatred was placed with the can and the gasoline was his other emotions coming out. As he finish pouring it out, he took out a Zippo- concert lighter. He threw the can across the room. The old musty ragged furniture seemed to watch Yusuke's every move.
Yusuke pressed the flint and the flame came alive. The flame burned within Yusuke's eyes as he threw it into a puddle of gasoline. The fire spread instantly through the top story, he ran down the stairs, as the flames followed him. Yusuke stared up at the burning house. The corners of his mouth forged a smile and a laughed rosed from his chest.
Smoke blanketed the neighborhood in a blacker darkness, Sirens, pierced through the darkness. The house that burned so brightly once was Yusuke's childhood house back when his father was still alive.
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Kuwabara stared at the envelop he held in his hand. His nerves of steel became nerves of mush. His whole future was sealed within this envelop. About a month ago he was failing because his homework wasn't challenging him enough. As soon as Sarayashiki Jr. High found out his IQ was 165 they bumped him all the way up a senior in high school.
He graduated about two weeks ago and the college's response was within this letter. He let out a sigh and began to tear a corner off. *RING RING* Kuwabara was startled. *RING RING* He reached for the receiver, he put to his ear and said "Hello?" "Kuwabara!" it was Yusuke's voice. "Urameshi, why are you calling me so late?" "I'm in jail and I need you to bail me out!!" "F-for what?" Kuwabara stammered. "For lighting my old house on fire. Get your ass down here and bail me out!" *click*
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Hiei stood on the stage. The room was musty and smelled of sweat and smoke. He stood with mic in hand. "Ok RD you got the stage. Show this mother fucker how to kill!" Hiei closed his eyes and took a breath. "Ok d.j. spin it!" the announcer called. The d.j started the turntables and the music began. Hiei took a breath and looked at his opponent. His hair was matted and grimy, his skin was dark and scars covered his arms and face. The white tank top he wore was stained with what looked like blood, and his jeans were baggy and ripped in many places.
"The rhymes I recite are fully dressed and yours are butt naked Your speech is weak, while my mine stands strong So, all hail the demon that's here to live long" Then turned to the crowed who cheered him on. "Punched him in his belly and gave him a slap, but little did I know this lil' boy was strapped" The crowed cheered as Hiei finished. He shoved the mic at his opponent. "Don't choke." Hiei said with a laugh. "D.j turn it!" The music started again but his opponent stood there with nothing to say. "Fuck this." He said finally walking off stage. Hiei simply grinned as the crowd grew louder and louder with a chant. "RD RD RD!!!!"