Of War, Love, and Dokuganryu 6
Aiko's Point of View
I froze as I looked over at the sickly looking man with long silver hair. My back felt like it was on fire. "Maybe I should refresh your memory!" the man called out before charging at me.
My swords were forgotten as I danced out of the way of the swinging scythe. I turned and tried to move around him but the tip of his blade caught my left shoulder and sliced down to my opposite hip. My tunic was destroyed completely as only scrap clung to my skin to cover my chest. That feeling. How could I have ever forgotten that feeling.
It felt like I never left that hell hole.
"You remember!! My little Aiko-chan remembers the pleasure she gave me as I sliced up that once untouched peach skin!" blood ran freely down my left arm as I pulled out the katana with the black hilt.
"Bastard!" it sounded like Lord Masamune.
Blinking hard a few times I watched as the Lord of Oshu smirked. "His eyes look the same as when he killed Azai. He's a crazy bastard
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Name: Mai Valo (Dance Light)
Age: 18 ½
Birthday: October 31st
Weight: 135 lbs.
Hair Color/Style: Black, wavy, down to her mid back.
Cup size: C
Eye Color: Blue on the outer ring, green with a ring of amber around the pupil.
Orientation: Half Finnish, half Japanese.
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I drew my hood over my head to hide my face as the cool wind danced across my flesh. It was still pretty cold even though it was no where near as cold as Helsinki. I cupped my hands together and blew into them as it started to sprinkle. My face was flushed and my breathing labored. Grabbing the straps of my bag I took it off and leaned against the wall, digging through it for something.
The rain started coming down harder. I shivered as I started to wheeze. My vision started going blurry as I slid down to sit on the cold sidewalk. My knees were tucked up close to my chest as I craddled the bag in my lap. Warm tears mixed with the cold rain as it ran down my
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"You hungry?" I asked, not really wanting for her to stop playing. Mai looked up at me before setting the guitar back on its stand. I walked over and held my hand out. She smiled up at me and took it, using my help to stand up. "I'll take that as a yes." I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her out of the room, down the hall, to the kitchen. "Hope you don't mind my cooking." I joked. This caused her to silently giggle as she smiled even more. I couldn't help but smile at her. It was addictive.
Mai took a seat at the table as I went to get her something. "Is this your first time in Hollywood?" I asked, setting a plate down in front of her before sitting down with one myself. She shooked her head. "Do you have any family here?" again she shook her head. She grabbed one of the many pens I had floating around my home and one of the pads of paper I kept on the table.
My mother used to live in Hollywood...
"Where does she live now?" Mai sat the pen down and started
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I sat down in the conference room, looking mildly confused. “Can someone explain what this is all about? I do have a class to be teaching, you know?” I brought my left knee up and rested my chin on it, retying my AC/DC converse that I had on.
“We don’t want to keep you longer than needed, Miss Annabel.” The man, the one called Hotch, stated simply.
“We have a few questions for you, is all.” The older man, Rossi, stated with a small grin. Four pictures of young women, whom were clearly dead, were placed down on the polish table in front of me. I picked each one up and looked at them, finding it eerie how much we all looked alike. The last girl’s picture struck my interest. Picking up the photo of her corpse, I stared at her face long and hard, studying it for anything familiar. Gnawing on my lower lip, I took notice of the rose colored blemish that was under her right eye. It looked like someone tried wiping away tea
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"Hey, Kai?" the tattooed drummer called out, entering their bedroom. Sitting on the edge was a doll like young Japanese woman.
"Yes, Angelo?" she asked, looking towards the way his voice was coming from due to her lack of sight. Kai finished zipping up her boots and stood up. The young drummer couldn't speak as he openly checked out his girlfriend, or should we say fiancée? Kai was wearing a red plaid school girl skirt, shredded leggings, a black corset top, a chocker with little charms added on to it, one of his slipknot jackets, and a pair of worn in shin-high combat boots.
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"Ready babe?" he finally said once he got his head on straight once more.
She nodded and grabbed his hand, making sure to lace their fingers together as Angelo led her
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I stripped out of my nightgown and threw it
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I held on tightly to Ashley's waist as I watched the world blend together, my new clothes safely tucked away in the side satchels of the powerful machine we were on. My mind couldn't stop racing with thoughts and memories of my childish youth. It was strange, being back here after twelve years of living in Finland with my Father. I could remember almost everything, as if it was yesterday.
My eyes traveled to a tall bulding far off in the distance. I remember running around it when I was four, a huge bandage on my cheek. I just got kicked out of pre-school for fighting other kids. The memorie caused me to smile slightly. I was a little hell fire that knew how to fight cause of my uncle Jesse. And I took shit from no one when it came to my family. That was when I was to be homeschooled instead. I was told that my mind was more mature than other children my age in the first place.
I snuggled into Ashley's back more, enjoying the warmth he gave off. It made me feel safe. Something I strugg