Ah man you guys. I broke my honor!!! *hangs head in shame*
If I broke that.. Man I am a worthless person!
*sobs silently in corner*
Well it kinda started cause I'm grounded. But other than that it was my fault.
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The Assassin had almost completed pulling the spirit of the Dragon from Xavier, now unconscious on the bed, and was barely "standing" as it were.
Pulling the last strand, she sighed a mental sigh of relief. It was a hefty task to pull a spirit out, twice even, in one day. The pile of evil was roiling in anger and was starting to take a shape of its own besides an indefinable puddle.
Slowly folding in on itself it began to look similar to a human form. Long strands that could only be hair began to sprout from the ever-increasing shape's head. Long, graceful arms sprouted from the trunk of the form, legs from the base. Black pants and a black running top began to weave themselves around the nearly completed form, so black that it seemed to capture the light and suck it into it.
Pigment began to override the darkness in the shape's form. Slightly tanned skin replaced the black ooze. The hair became brown with wisps framing her face nicely. Finally, she opened her eyes. Hazel. Hazel eyes met hazel. The Assassin glared at the form before her, she glared at herself. The new Assassin smiled evilly at the real Assassin.
'Shit,' the Assassin thought to herself.
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The Cleric was now sitting next to the Assassin, resting her head in his lap where he could wipe the perspiration away. Her face had gone from strained to relieve to angry and surprised.
The Assassin never looked surprised. Ever. Even around him she didn't show surprise at all. Perhaps not the un-nerving cool that she held for most, but definitely not surprise. That worried him more than her sweating and shivering.
Her face went serene and she stopped sweating. The shivers subsided and she began to stir.
She groaned softly and scrunched her eyes. She rolled over and began to sit up, pushing herself up unsteadily.
She stood wobbly and looked down at the Cleric with an unnamed expression in her eyes. She sighed.
"We've got more problems," she said as another Assassin, identical in every way, walked in the room.
The Cleric blinked uncertainly.
'One. Two. There's not two. That I am positive of. Did I get hit when I wasn't looking? Am I hallucinating? No, the first isn't possible and the second is likely but I'm positive if I was hallucinating about her she wouldn't be wearing that.' the Cleric puzzled silently.
While lost in his thoughts, the new Assassin lunged for the one that woke from the Cleric's lap. Reaching for her katana, she grasped only air. She shot a look of anger and confusion at the Cleric. She then noticed her katana untied and lay carefully next to where she was laying.
Growling angrily she dodged the new Assassin barely.
"why did you take off my katana," she said in a low dangerous voice to the Cleric.
He shrugged and reached for it to toss to her when the new Assassin tackled the existing one and they went rolling down the hall, falling down a flight of stairs, a tangle of hair, limbs and profanities from both.
The Cleric chased after them and stood at the top of the stairs. The two girls were beating the living daylights out of one another and were a plethora (another speech word. O so proud of me) of profanities and curses.
The Cleric built a wall around each of them and held them apart from one another. To his dismay, they looked identical. He looked uncertainly from one to the other.
One of the Assassins realized his confusion and shouted to him, "Just look at our kis! Nobody has an identical ki to another person," but to the first's dismay, the other shouted the exact same thing at the same time. This issued a glare from the first and a smirk from the second.
The Cleric began to focus on the first, looking past the tangible girl to the inner spirit. A subdued yellow roiled with anger inside her, flaring occasionally. He looked to the second, the same subdued, but angry yellow greeted him.
The first noticed the hiccup in the Cleric's gaze.
"What's the problem? Let me out! It's me!" she demanded in an impatient and threatening tone.
The second immediately jumped on the first's outburst.
"See how impatient she is? Impatient to try to kill me. Or you for that matter."
"Twisting my words are you? You'll regret that," she turned to the Cleric, "When have you known me to be patient? I have never been patient. For all 1517 (yes 1517 instead of 1516 because I had my birthday on Saturday) years, I haven't ever been patient. Have I?"
He nodded thoughtfully.
'Grand. Just grand,' he thought.
The two girls shot looks of death and sheer hatred passed between them.
"I know," the Cleric interrupted their glaring and they shifted the deadly gazes at him. He didn't falter as many normal guys would. "I saw it on TV once," "You sound like me," the first said and he ignored her. "Where did I meet you for the first time? You first," he said pointing to the second.
"Easy, I met you at a party, Sofia's to be exact, you decided it would be funny to continue to sneak up on me, tap my shoulder, and sneak back into the crowd," she said smugly.
"And you?" he asked the second.
"It was actually when we were at a town meeting. I was with Sofia and you came to talk to her and she introduced us. We talked for a while and then parted ways. The party was the next night."
The Cleric nodded.
"It is decided. You," he pointed to the first, "are clearly not the true Assassin because I did meet you at the meeting through Sofia. So now you die."
The invisible wall began to close in on the Assassin. Pressing ever so slightly more every passing second. The Assassin's breaths came quicker and raggedly.
"Dacius, no it's me," she said breathily.
He let the wall down on the other Assassin and watched coldly as the girl left in the enclosed, condensing enclosure.
As she began to lower from the invisible weight above her, the Cleric turned and began to walk away, the other Assassin in tow. Before leaving the room, she turned and gave a malicious wink to the other girl and closed the door behind her.
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The Cleric walked with a determined look down the hall; fists clenched at his sides, glaring down the hall.
"What's the matter?" she asked him.
"I don't feel right about this. Something's wrong," he muttered.
She grabbed his hand and he stopped.
He turned and looked into her eyes and there was something in them that wasn't there before. But, before he could say anything, she pulled his head close to hers and she kissed him. Taken slightly by surprise, he hesitated for a moment but easily fell into her kiss.
Lasting only half as long as he had hoped, she pulled away. He looked at her bewildered as she reached up for another. He realized what the look in her eyes was.
He fell into her kiss again, but he ended it quickly, leaving her gasping for air. Not from his kiss, but the small knife that was now embedded deeply in her back between the shoulder blades.
She stared at him, mouth gaping.
"That was clever, bringing up the meeting. You had me. But there is one thing that you forgot; she'd never be this forward. Ever. That's where you screwed up. Sorry girlie, or should I say Dragon. You weren't that bad of a kisser, once I get passed the part that makes me want to throw up my insides and rinse them in acid," he spat.
She was on the ground now, the pigment fading into nothingness.
"Oh no you don't. You're not getting away that easily," he hissed, forming a wall around the dissipating form of the Dragon.
Leaving his wall to contain the malignant spirit, he went to the other room that had held the real Assassin.
Nothing was left of his companion, the wall smashing her remains into nothingness. He cursed himself every way he knew how (and it was a lot of ways) for his stupidity. He should have known better. He knew he had missed his guess but he did nothing to change it. Cursing himself again, he sat down where the wall had been and closed his eyes, preparing to bring her back.
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Hey, lets respond to some reviews, eh?
Griffin: birthday? Oh man, totally kick ass. I got killer presents and I got to spend the day before and the day after with my boyfriend ^.^ it was soooo fun! You can have Remy back. I don't need him.
Wildcraze: thanks for the birthday wishes! By the time I read it it wasn't late so no worries chica. Glad you like ki, totally stole it from Kenshin but shhhhh! It's a secret! Glad you like the Assassin now too, she's my favorite and I'll pass on your favoritism of the Cleric to Apocalypse, along with your salutations. I'm sure he won't mind them a bit. *sighs* fine Ronin lives. Well the Dragon did its own thing in this, not quite in the Assassin but you get the general idea. No worries about the reviewing business, just as long as you do I don't care. Sorry about my shortie on your new chapter, school rules again. -_-;;;;; such a pain!!! Breakin school rules during class time is fun!
Queeny: punctuation is for losers im working on the falling in love thing I think I dunno if I want it to happen it kinda is though isnt it glad you like my boyfriend I do too ramen noodles greatly appreciated come and visit soon I miss ya sorry I didn't realize I had to update you on my swimming at all times but I know now so no biggie right glad you like it my computer hates this sentence thingie its all green squiggilies underneath it o well luv ya chica
Ok guys. I'm off to do a stupid speech on downloading music. -_- I always get stupid topics.
If I broke that.. Man I am a worthless person!
*sobs silently in corner*
Well it kinda started cause I'm grounded. But other than that it was my fault.
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The Assassin had almost completed pulling the spirit of the Dragon from Xavier, now unconscious on the bed, and was barely "standing" as it were.
Pulling the last strand, she sighed a mental sigh of relief. It was a hefty task to pull a spirit out, twice even, in one day. The pile of evil was roiling in anger and was starting to take a shape of its own besides an indefinable puddle.
Slowly folding in on itself it began to look similar to a human form. Long strands that could only be hair began to sprout from the ever-increasing shape's head. Long, graceful arms sprouted from the trunk of the form, legs from the base. Black pants and a black running top began to weave themselves around the nearly completed form, so black that it seemed to capture the light and suck it into it.
Pigment began to override the darkness in the shape's form. Slightly tanned skin replaced the black ooze. The hair became brown with wisps framing her face nicely. Finally, she opened her eyes. Hazel. Hazel eyes met hazel. The Assassin glared at the form before her, she glared at herself. The new Assassin smiled evilly at the real Assassin.
'Shit,' the Assassin thought to herself.
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The Cleric was now sitting next to the Assassin, resting her head in his lap where he could wipe the perspiration away. Her face had gone from strained to relieve to angry and surprised.
The Assassin never looked surprised. Ever. Even around him she didn't show surprise at all. Perhaps not the un-nerving cool that she held for most, but definitely not surprise. That worried him more than her sweating and shivering.
Her face went serene and she stopped sweating. The shivers subsided and she began to stir.
She groaned softly and scrunched her eyes. She rolled over and began to sit up, pushing herself up unsteadily.
She stood wobbly and looked down at the Cleric with an unnamed expression in her eyes. She sighed.
"We've got more problems," she said as another Assassin, identical in every way, walked in the room.
The Cleric blinked uncertainly.
'One. Two. There's not two. That I am positive of. Did I get hit when I wasn't looking? Am I hallucinating? No, the first isn't possible and the second is likely but I'm positive if I was hallucinating about her she wouldn't be wearing that.' the Cleric puzzled silently.
While lost in his thoughts, the new Assassin lunged for the one that woke from the Cleric's lap. Reaching for her katana, she grasped only air. She shot a look of anger and confusion at the Cleric. She then noticed her katana untied and lay carefully next to where she was laying.
Growling angrily she dodged the new Assassin barely.
"why did you take off my katana," she said in a low dangerous voice to the Cleric.
He shrugged and reached for it to toss to her when the new Assassin tackled the existing one and they went rolling down the hall, falling down a flight of stairs, a tangle of hair, limbs and profanities from both.
The Cleric chased after them and stood at the top of the stairs. The two girls were beating the living daylights out of one another and were a plethora (another speech word. O so proud of me) of profanities and curses.
The Cleric built a wall around each of them and held them apart from one another. To his dismay, they looked identical. He looked uncertainly from one to the other.
One of the Assassins realized his confusion and shouted to him, "Just look at our kis! Nobody has an identical ki to another person," but to the first's dismay, the other shouted the exact same thing at the same time. This issued a glare from the first and a smirk from the second.
The Cleric began to focus on the first, looking past the tangible girl to the inner spirit. A subdued yellow roiled with anger inside her, flaring occasionally. He looked to the second, the same subdued, but angry yellow greeted him.
The first noticed the hiccup in the Cleric's gaze.
"What's the problem? Let me out! It's me!" she demanded in an impatient and threatening tone.
The second immediately jumped on the first's outburst.
"See how impatient she is? Impatient to try to kill me. Or you for that matter."
"Twisting my words are you? You'll regret that," she turned to the Cleric, "When have you known me to be patient? I have never been patient. For all 1517 (yes 1517 instead of 1516 because I had my birthday on Saturday) years, I haven't ever been patient. Have I?"
He nodded thoughtfully.
'Grand. Just grand,' he thought.
The two girls shot looks of death and sheer hatred passed between them.
"I know," the Cleric interrupted their glaring and they shifted the deadly gazes at him. He didn't falter as many normal guys would. "I saw it on TV once," "You sound like me," the first said and he ignored her. "Where did I meet you for the first time? You first," he said pointing to the second.
"Easy, I met you at a party, Sofia's to be exact, you decided it would be funny to continue to sneak up on me, tap my shoulder, and sneak back into the crowd," she said smugly.
"And you?" he asked the second.
"It was actually when we were at a town meeting. I was with Sofia and you came to talk to her and she introduced us. We talked for a while and then parted ways. The party was the next night."
The Cleric nodded.
"It is decided. You," he pointed to the first, "are clearly not the true Assassin because I did meet you at the meeting through Sofia. So now you die."
The invisible wall began to close in on the Assassin. Pressing ever so slightly more every passing second. The Assassin's breaths came quicker and raggedly.
"Dacius, no it's me," she said breathily.
He let the wall down on the other Assassin and watched coldly as the girl left in the enclosed, condensing enclosure.
As she began to lower from the invisible weight above her, the Cleric turned and began to walk away, the other Assassin in tow. Before leaving the room, she turned and gave a malicious wink to the other girl and closed the door behind her.
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The Cleric walked with a determined look down the hall; fists clenched at his sides, glaring down the hall.
"What's the matter?" she asked him.
"I don't feel right about this. Something's wrong," he muttered.
She grabbed his hand and he stopped.
He turned and looked into her eyes and there was something in them that wasn't there before. But, before he could say anything, she pulled his head close to hers and she kissed him. Taken slightly by surprise, he hesitated for a moment but easily fell into her kiss.
Lasting only half as long as he had hoped, she pulled away. He looked at her bewildered as she reached up for another. He realized what the look in her eyes was.
He fell into her kiss again, but he ended it quickly, leaving her gasping for air. Not from his kiss, but the small knife that was now embedded deeply in her back between the shoulder blades.
She stared at him, mouth gaping.
"That was clever, bringing up the meeting. You had me. But there is one thing that you forgot; she'd never be this forward. Ever. That's where you screwed up. Sorry girlie, or should I say Dragon. You weren't that bad of a kisser, once I get passed the part that makes me want to throw up my insides and rinse them in acid," he spat.
She was on the ground now, the pigment fading into nothingness.
"Oh no you don't. You're not getting away that easily," he hissed, forming a wall around the dissipating form of the Dragon.
Leaving his wall to contain the malignant spirit, he went to the other room that had held the real Assassin.
Nothing was left of his companion, the wall smashing her remains into nothingness. He cursed himself every way he knew how (and it was a lot of ways) for his stupidity. He should have known better. He knew he had missed his guess but he did nothing to change it. Cursing himself again, he sat down where the wall had been and closed his eyes, preparing to bring her back.
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Hey, lets respond to some reviews, eh?
Griffin: birthday? Oh man, totally kick ass. I got killer presents and I got to spend the day before and the day after with my boyfriend ^.^ it was soooo fun! You can have Remy back. I don't need him.
Wildcraze: thanks for the birthday wishes! By the time I read it it wasn't late so no worries chica. Glad you like ki, totally stole it from Kenshin but shhhhh! It's a secret! Glad you like the Assassin now too, she's my favorite and I'll pass on your favoritism of the Cleric to Apocalypse, along with your salutations. I'm sure he won't mind them a bit. *sighs* fine Ronin lives. Well the Dragon did its own thing in this, not quite in the Assassin but you get the general idea. No worries about the reviewing business, just as long as you do I don't care. Sorry about my shortie on your new chapter, school rules again. -_-;;;;; such a pain!!! Breakin school rules during class time is fun!
Queeny: punctuation is for losers im working on the falling in love thing I think I dunno if I want it to happen it kinda is though isnt it glad you like my boyfriend I do too ramen noodles greatly appreciated come and visit soon I miss ya sorry I didn't realize I had to update you on my swimming at all times but I know now so no biggie right glad you like it my computer hates this sentence thingie its all green squiggilies underneath it o well luv ya chica
Ok guys. I'm off to do a stupid speech on downloading music. -_- I always get stupid topics.