An Empty Home [Yuui]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png] The Wings Of Freedom Sings Darkness has encircled Miumi’s body and mind as he had only briefly managed to escape it that one time he saw Ventus, but alas the darkness had come back and reclaimed Miumi’s body and mind. He could feel his mind shifting further and further away and his memories of his life before would drift away; yet his hands kept extending into the void in an attempt to recapture them. People like Lightning were fading away as did the battle with that wretched monster and even the awakening of Ameratsu whose voice was growing fainter and fainter within Miumi’s head until he could no longer hear her desperate pleas. A faint light kept flickering and the sound of the roar of the ocean was coming closer to him. He drifted for what felt like an eternity and most of his life before was gone, but some things remained; Maqui, bits and pieces of his past and faces like Albel. Simply parts of him that he didn’t wish to let fade away; his hands would coil delicately over his heart and clutched together as the darkness would swallow him again, but this time the light won out as the veil of darkness was being ripped asunder. The darkness wouldn’t let go so easily so various vorpals hands began to pull and tug at Miumi’s hair, but after a while they became relentless growing blade like qualities resulting in chunks of Miumi’s long hair to be cut off and cascade into the sea of darkness. He felt lighter almost cleansed by the time the light found him. Miumi’s eyes would open and he could see light flickering above him, but he felt cool and clean and could hear something splashing around, it was fish and he looked up to realize how far into the water he was. He would open his mouth in a pure response allowing the water to flood his lungs causing him to cough violently when he managed to break surface. Miumi’s clothing was ripped to tatters and shallow cuts still bled and stung violently from the salt in the water. He would just look around this place was familiar he was near his home. His scythe would wash up onto the shore and he would claim it once more folding it down and he would look around with a dazed confusion. The serene mountains in the distance, the lush fields of green and the soft scent of grass and fish filled the air. He would turn back looking at the horizon where the sun was setting painting the sky a lovely dusky rose with pulses of vibrant orange and slight shades of pink. It was like a citrus explosion, but it was breathe taking to one who had been eclipsed in the darkness for so long. He would just gently run his hands along his pale skin and he twisted the lip rings with his tongue gagging ever so slightly at the salty metallic taste. He would run his fingers through his hair and was rewarded with a cascade of strands falling to the ground; the hair that had gotten stuck in when the hands cleaved it up. He would slowly make his way towards the place that he called home; where he knew someone had to be waiting for him. As he grew closer a few workers in the fields looked at him and gasped and whispered among themselves. Children scattered when they saw him and some even threw rocks and pebbles at him. They hated him for killing people they loved the village elders. He crossed the red bridges looking down at the stream as he approached the place he called home. He would knock gently on the door before he entered it was dark and there was a layer of dust everywhere. He would for the first time realize just how alone he was again. Agana was gone, Maqui and Lightning were all gone and he had nothing left. He would stand in the door-frame tears streaking down his face, but despite the fear of no one answering back he would cry out. “ Mommy?” “

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #cacaca; padding: 10px; width: 450px, bTable][atrb=style, width: 100px; padding: 10px; float: left; background-color: #e2e2e2;][style=border: 2px solid #cacaca;] [/style][style=font-family: Courier New; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; padding-top: 5px;]FRIDAY NIGHT BECAME SO LONELY WHEN YOU CAME TO MAKE A BREAK THAT SEEMED TO TAKE ALL DAY TO MAKE ME ANGRY. 'CAUSE I LIKE YOU, MAYBE I'M JUST LIKE YOU. HOLDING ON TO SOMETHING THAT WE KNOW WE CAN NOT HOLD OR FOLD. IT SEEMS WE JUST CAN'T FORGET. ARE YOU FRIGHTENED BY PERFECTION? IS THIS WHO YOU ARE NOT WHO YOU WANT TO BE? I'M NOT OBSESSED, JUST IMPOLITE - PLUSHGUN[/style]

[style=background-color: #e2e2e2; height: 320px; overflow: auto; width: 275px; float: right; padding: 10px; font-family: Tahoma; color: #494949; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]To be honest, it was very much obvious that Yuui didn't know what the hell he was doing or even what was going on, as he explored the outskirts of the village near where he had woken up. Something was very wrong here, mostly because it couldn't be more obvious that he wasn't on Cocoon. This was obvious because the floating continent was visible in the sky, very far away to the north, but still there. Which meant he was on... Pulse? It could be. But somehow he didn't get that feeling... maybe it was constantly being told that Pulse was "hell without the brimstone", but he just didn't get that vibe from this place. Smoothing out a crease in his jacket, the bluenette dodged a look from several children, most of which had rocks in their hands. Wary of possible projectiles - he wasn't stupid, he knew that scared kids threw stones - he ducked past them and further into the village. A scent that he hadn't forgotten pervaded the air. The ocean was nearby. Even if Yuui had grown up in Eden, he still hadn't forgotten the sea air of Palumpolum. There were some things that stuck with you, after all. "Hello?" he called quietly, walking down the "main street" of the village whose name he did not know. Only then did he become aware of someone around his age, a petite male, nearby standing in the frame of a door. The rest of the area seemed to be deserted, with an eerie kind of quiet. The boy in question had cuts littering his body, and his clothing lay in tatters. His hair as well seemed to be roughly chopped, as if by accident or force. Yuui connected the rock kids to him, and his chest constricted. "Are you okay?" he said, from a few yards away, giving the other a concerned look. Something was wrong, it seemed, unless he was missing something here. Which he could very well be; this entire situation was alien to him, what with the comfortable lifestyle he knew. Since waking up a few hours ago, he'd been in way too deep, struggling to even understand the things around him. It was like floundering in the ocean without knowing how to swim, but he was going to try. He needed to figure out just what was going on here and come up with some way to get back home. He didn't know what PSICOM would do to his mom for him not being there, and the thought made him cringe, even if he wasn't particularly fond of her - family was family, she was his mom, and he loved her. He needed to get back to protect her. What he could do was enough of an insurance policy to keep PSICOM from hurting his mother. Not to mention they would be loath to let him fall into the "wrong hands"... which begged the question, was he on Pulse? And would they try to use him as a weapon against Cocoon, if they discovered his "talent"?[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png] The Wings Of Freedom Sings Yuui was going to be another poor unfortunate soul as he had unknowingly stepped into the grieving lion’s den. Miumi’s hands locked at his side and the years of combat training and instinct that came from his life style were screaming to draw his weapon; his hands would slide along behind him going into the small sheathe on his back pulling out what look liked a compacted gun, but Miumi’s hand would flick suddenly outwards and that single compacted piece of metal unfurled in a graceful melody of mechanical whirls taking the form of a large elegant scythe that seemed far too disproportional for someone of Miumi’s size to wield. Miumi would slowly turn to face the other as they spoke they’d notice Miumi’s eyes were red and irritated from crying. A sudden flick of Miumi’s wrist would cause the scythe’s blade to rotate quickly cleaving into the ground causing a shower of debris to rain down upon Yuui, but if it had done its purpose in the next second Yuui would have Miumi right in his face. That had merely been a distraction as Miumi got closer he would sniff at the other. The scent was somewhat familiar… It reminded him of Maqui, but it wasn’t exactly the same but it brought warm memories back and Miumi would look up at the other offering a soft smile as he would press a button on the shaft of his scythe and suddenly the blade would whirl with mechanical life and curl in on itself and Miumi would place it back without once allowing his eyes to leave the other. When he finally registered the other’s question he shook his head back and forth rather vigorously and when did Yuui would probably get a face full of salty brine of the sea. As well as the sight of more of Miumi’s hair cascading down to the ground this was a slightly alarming sight. Miumi’s eyes looked around wildly darting about as if he was also searching for those children. Miumi would sniff the air once or twice listening for even the slightest of noise; despite the town being one of ninjas many of them were only trained in theory and minor experiences compared to them Miumi was on an entirely different league; he had years of experience and practice under his belt as well as fighting creatures like …. He couldn’t remember the name but he remembered setting out on a mission and wanting to protect Maqui. He looked at the other one rather confuse for a moment before Miumi spoke; his voice came out rough and hoarse as if he had just swallowed rocks but undeniably it was a child’s voice emerging from between his pink split lips. His voice held an edge of hysteria… The strain had left Miumi in a state of relapse his memories and his very existence was being hidden away from him. “ Do you know me? Where is mommy or daddy? ” “

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #cacaca; padding: 10px; width: 450px, bTable][atrb=style, width: 100px; padding: 10px; float: left; background-color: #e2e2e2;][style=border: 2px solid #cacaca;] [/style][style=font-family: Courier New; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; padding-top: 5px;]FRIDAY NIGHT BECAME SO LONELY WHEN YOU CAME TO MAKE A BREAK THAT SEEMED TO TAKE ALL DAY TO MAKE ME ANGRY. 'CAUSE I LIKE YOU, MAYBE I'M JUST LIKE YOU. HOLDING ON TO SOMETHING THAT WE KNOW WE CAN NOT HOLD OR FOLD. IT SEEMS WE JUST CAN'T FORGET. ARE YOU FRIGHTENED BY PERFECTION? IS THIS WHO YOU ARE NOT WHO YOU WANT TO BE? I'M NOT OBSESSED, JUST IMPOLITE - PLUSHGUN[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png] The Wings Of Freedom Sings Well that was definitely a way to woo someone tell them that they didn’t look good; a swing and a miss for the lovely Yuui, one thing you told someone who was a hot-mess was not at their top game was they still looked good. Miumi would looked at him with a slight look of apprehension before Miumi’s hand snaked out and he would drag the other into the build closing the door after him. Miumi’s eyes adapted to the darkness or they would have had he not gotten impatient. Miumi’s fingers pressed together for a moment before he would activate FIRE

[/s] and a sudden flare of light flickered into existence, it would take the form of a butterfly and Miumi would allow them to flutter carelessly down the hall leaving a trail of ash as one would burn out occasionally. He would walk through the room occasionally sniffing at the stagnant air. His feet would trace along familiar paths as he would roam towards where he felt his room was; it was empty aside from a bed and a small chest. Miumi would kneel down pressing his hand against it and opening it carefully it was completely empty; the inside was carved up quite badly tho.

He would shake his head and go to the next room over; which belonged to his sister whom was about his age at this point. A few outfits were laying around it would have to do; when you were focused on survival and getting out of wet tattered clothing you’d make do with what you could. He would look back at the other and he would beckon him over as Miumi pointed towards the bathroom. He made a few gestures; he wanted the other to stand guard just in case people came in. Miumi didn’t seem to be very modest as he would turn away from the other undoing the buttons on the tattered top letting it fall to the ground; while his marking of his beloved summoning Ameratsu moved and occasionally seemed to pulsated. The next thing Miumi dropped was the skirt leaving on the tights he would walk past the other into the bathroom. A thin layer of dust clung to everything, but he ould turn on the water flow, but the problem was it was cold. Miumi watched the layers of dust fade and he would just let it drain out and then refill it.

Miumi left the door open and would look at the tattered clothing placing it in the sink. Miumi would actually ignite his old clothing and would then take off the tights and submerge his body into the water. He used his flame magic to heat the water till it steamed and the blood that had dried began to crack and peel. He would just disappear under the water closing his eyes a he brought his weapon under with him. He would run his fingers through his hair causing more loose chunks to come out and as he leaned up he would take and unfurl just the blade of his scythe using some of the serated edges to act as thinning sheers and other parts as a razor. He was using them like scissors and the would would see the other’s face clearly for the first time. Miumi’s lip looked slightly better without the caked blood.

“ … I, Miumi Harou… you?
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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #cacaca; padding: 10px; width: 450px, bTable][atrb=style, width: 100px; padding: 10px; float: left; background-color: #e2e2e2;][style=border: 2px solid #cacaca;] [/style][style=font-family: Courier New; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; padding-top: 5px;]FRIDAY NIGHT BECAME SO LONELY WHEN YOU CAME TO MAKE A BREAK THAT SEEMED TO TAKE ALL DAY TO MAKE ME ANGRY. 'CAUSE I LIKE YOU, MAYBE I'M JUST LIKE YOU. HOLDING ON TO SOMETHING THAT WE KNOW WE CAN NOT HOLD OR FOLD. IT SEEMS WE JUST CAN'T FORGET. ARE YOU FRIGHTENED BY PERFECTION? IS THIS WHO YOU ARE NOT WHO YOU WANT TO BE? I'M NOT OBSESSED, JUST IMPOLITE - PLUSHGUN[/style]

[style=background-color: #e2e2e2; height: 320px; overflow: auto; width: 275px; float: right; padding: 10px; font-family: Tahoma; color: #494949; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]I am so not sure what's going on here, Yuui thought to himself, just before being yanked forcefully by the arm into the dwelling - the first sensation was that of the scent, musty as if abandoned. It was dark inside, at least until a butterfly of fire - at least he thought so - lit and flew down the hallway, illuminating the space, and every fiber of his being rebelled at the contact of the other male's skin to his jacket. Magic. He's a magician. Get out of there. Nevertheless, his weak and flimsy struggles ended vainly. The raven's grip was simply too strong. Though he did leave him at the door as he entered one room, apparently didn't find what he was looking for, then kept searching; the bluenette, abstract confusion alight all over his face, simply shifted his weight and lifted one hand to the music player on a lanyard around his neck. Luck. It was fully charged. Solar batteries - they're a miracle, he thought, somewhat unimportantly, before clasping both blue earphones to his ears and pressing 'play'. "I used to rule the world; Seas would rise when I gave the word. Now in the morning, I sleep alone; Sweep the streets I used to own." In much that same manner, he half-watched his unorthodox companion and half-submerged himself in his music, as he was wont to do on a daily basis. Until his attention was grabbed by a series of gestures, the boy indicating that Yuui was to stand guard while he changed (the clothes gave that away); a wide-eyed blink, I'm probably worse at guarding than a cat is, but then he started to turn. The bluenette stared at him for a few seconds until it became apparent to him that he was changing, and with a strangled "Oh-" he turned around as well, a blush dancing along his cheekbones. This entire sequence of events was like hopscotch. He could never regain his footing. Lamenting that, the teen leaned on the door frame, looking out into the hallway as he sank into his own lyrics again. The sound of water filtered through his earphones. Eventually though, he made out a voice over the timbre of his headphones, taking one off to better hear what the other was saying. Maybe if he's talking, then he's done- nope, upon checking with a turn of his gaze, Yuui's vision snapped right back to the hallway, the blush that had only just lessened intensifying once more. "Y-Yuui. Yuui Keaton-Dre," he stuttered, willing the discoloration back down as he blinked. Not a very forthcoming conversational partner. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png] The Wings Of Freedom Sings Miumi’s porcelain fingers traced along the rim of the tub searching for something, there was a bottle which was slightly over turned. He would lean down to the mouth of the bottle sniffing once or twice and smiled it was the hair oils he had always washed with and this one was a very floral and potent scent of roses, but it was nearly empty. He would pour the slick liquid along his fingers twisting them in the dim light from the fire and he would scrub his hair vigorously as well as his body and as he looked down the bathtub had changed into a pool of sanguine fluid. He would rise up grabbing the nearest dry cloth to dry him as well as rid him of the blood but as Miumi had just managed to get his tights on. A sudden crack and a shake of the house would make Miumi’s eyes narrow. The faint chanting of OKAMIGA NO ONI could be heard from outside. Miumi would grab the clothing he had chosen and walk out into the hall in nothing more than his underwear and a pair of tights. His eyes would narrow for a moment. As he came out Miumi would slide the black button up shirt on and just button it slowly it was a taunt fit and he would adjust the thin tie that had been rolled up in the sleeve. He would hop back and forth for a moment while he had pulled himself into his tiny skirt. He would look at the other pointing towards the back as suddenly light would flood the house as someone kicked the front door in, there were glints of metal and the murmur of angry towns people. “ ..lets go..” “

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