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Kyumi= k/eye/oo/mee (THis will be updated as new characters come into light)

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/Once upona year gone by She saw herslef give in. Every time she closed her eyes She saw what could have been. /

Chena slammed the locker door shut and hoisted her skateboard under her arm and back pack over her left shoulder.. She began to make her way down the hall when something caught her eye.. It was a small stand.. A large piece of poster board was hung above it.. Several signitures and notes were posted and wrighten on it.. THe stand was covered in flowers, cards, and candles.. But the single thing that caught her eye was a photo of a boy.. And a newspaper clipping.. //Roy.. What happened to him? // Then she glanced at the clipping and sighed heavily.. The words were soo familiar these days.. Suicide.. Knife.. Sunday night... Found Monday... Couldn't cope.... Lost Mother... She narrowed her eyes and glanced at the notes.. We're sorry.. Used to be frineds... Quiet and good... Nice smile...
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen.. Then she wrote somwthing, signed her name on the poster, and tacked the paper on the board beside his picture.. Not signing her name to it.. Then she turned and walked off... No one saw her wright the words.. And no one saw her give the phote a parting wave.. Chena just walked out the main door.. Not looking back..

/Well nothing hurts and nothing bleeds when covers tucked in tight. Funny when the bottom drops How she forgets to fight.. To fight..

And it's one more day in paradise One more day in paradise. /

Chena gripped skateboard and tossed it to the ground.. And kicked off.. Swerving to miss a few couples and a glarring green-eyed girl.. But other then that nothing really caught her notice... The clouds over-head were thickening and she could scent the moisture from the on coming storm.. But one other thing troubled the purple-eyed teen.... Something was urging her on.. telling her to go faster.. Run...

/As darkness quickly steals the light that shined within her eyes. She slowly swallows all her fears And soothes her mind with lies. /

//What? Good time to go crazy.. Right phsyco Chena! Uh huh.. I can here Kyumi now..// She chuckled half-heartedly but couldn't shake the feeling so she kicked harder against the ground and sped down the crack sidewalk... The side of the street she was on was mostly houses and a few stores, the other a strip mall, park, and other things.. One busy one not.. But she only kicked harder.. Still puzzled.. Then another jolt of lightning flashed overhead followed by thunder and the first raindrops.. It had started..

/Well all she wants ans all she needs are reasons to survive A day in which the sun will take Her artificial light.. Her light. /

Chena raised her foot to push off again.. But it never connected.. First came a sharp and piercing pain.. Then she fell... Her eyes widened in shock as she landed on the pavement.. Rain landed on her face and chest.. Then two bangs sounded...
A few seconds later everything began to register... Her left shoulder, chest, and middle were on fire with pain.. And crimson liquid came from the two wounds.. Gun shots.. Screeching wheels.. Someone screamed.. //What... What... // Chena suddenly felt a cough hack at her insides as she spat up blood.. Then more came.. Rain fell and mixed with the crimson liquid as she continued to cough and struggle to breath... But everything was fading.. Everything was....

/And it's one more day in paradise one more day in paradise It's one more day in paradise One last chance to feel alright.. Alright.. /

"Call an ambulance!" "It's no use.. She'll never make it.." "Sweety.. Hang in there.. You'll be okay.." Chena continued her labored efforts to speak and breath.. But blood kept pouring from her chest, mouth, and mixing with the rain.. Everything was dim and her head felt so heavy... Sleep.. A darkness that tugged at her senses urging her to shut down and forget it all... //This is it.... That's it.. I'm dead?... I didn't even get to sock that prep in the head... Figures.....// "Fi....Fi...." "Ssh.. Easy you don't need to try to talk... Be still.." "Fig.. Figure...ss..." Chena finally fell back.. Her heart beat sounding weaker in her head...

/Don't pretend to hold it in just let it out. Don't pretend to holf it in just oush it out. Don't you try to hold it in just let it out.. And Don't you try to hold it in you hold it in.. /

Then everything stopped.. The voices.. The pain.. The rain.. Her heart.. Everything seemed to suddenly fade altogether.... And Chena knew.. It was over.. All of it.. The pain, the sadness, the fights, nothing... No one could help her now.. Her purple orbs fell closed and she gave one last sigh.. And the woman holding her burst into tears.. Chena was dead..

/One more day in paradise... One more day in paradise... It's one more day in paradise... One last chance to feel alright..

Once upon a year gone by She saw herslef give in... Everytime she closed her eyes She saw what could have been../

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Rain... Red eyes seemed to glare at the darkened sky.. Rain poured down and neeedless to say everything was soaked.. Including himself.. He cursed again and stood o the branch, ready and willing to leave... Then it came.. First the rain began falling harder.. A bright flash met his eyes and he narrowed his crimson orbs, trying to see what was happening.. Then it stopped just as quickly.. And Hiei could make out a dark form lying on the pavement in what looked like the center of the road.. And his first thought was to just leave.. Buthe followed his second impulse and jumped toward it..
What met his eyes was far from what-ever he'd exspected. //A ningen? // She was dressed darkly, a black t-shirt, dark jeans, a necklace, and brown hair.. But he noted the crimson liquid seeping onto the ground.. Her mouth opened and blood trickled from it.. But she was covered in blood.. But everything was fine.. No wounds..
Then she opened her eyes.. Bright purple orbs met his eyes and she tried to speak.. But only suceeded in coughing and producing more blood.. Her eyes were dull and if she hadn't been coughing and trying to move he'd have written her off as dead..
"Who are you?" Hiei was curt, to say the least.. And it showed plainly on his face.. More blood... She struggled to answer... Name.. Name... She fainted.... ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```

Alright, not it's going to get interresting. I know the mark of a good writer is the ability to 'grip' any reader with a few paragraphs.. My limit is a few chapters, you don't have to tell me I'm not that good. Trust me i get told that daily so review, don't shred me.. Or stab me.. Or any OTHER creative ways of death, thank you!