Reiner's eyes narrowed, Brandon... He crossed his arms, suppressing the growls that was trying to build up. Honestly, finding that some human male was trying to take what was his, it was already beginning to make him feel aggressive. His head tilted as he continued to listen, though he noticed Victoria's obvious impatience with the human, it caused him to relax only slightly, however his eyes remained narrowed and truthfully the word 'mine' was going through his head over and over.
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Reiner happily accepted the phone from Victoria. He nodded his head at her, it was fairly obvious by the look in his eyes that he was containing anger. He promptly then began to speak as soon as he got the phone, "...Hello, I assume this is Brandon correct?" His voice was icy calm, very different from his eyes, "Anyways, you seem to be bothering Victoria, and she frankly doesn't want to be bothered with you, so I'm politely asking that you give up." There seemed to be a hidden 'or else' in the sentence, yet he kept his tone calm and collected.
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Reiner smiled, icy calm, however he practically was about to rip something apart. "I have ways in finding people. Trust me, many people have gone missing if they cross me." His tone proceedingly grew more dark as he continued, "And if you ever try calling or coming even with a mile radius of Victoria, I will personally see to it that you are wiped away from the Earth permanently. Already I think it would be a shame to allow your genes to exist... now. Do. Not. Push. Me." There was a tint of a snarl at the end of the sentence, clearly he was being fairly honest.
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A faint hiss escaped him, "Pathetic human. I wish I knew where he lived." His eyes were ablaze, clearly very angry as he began to pace along the balcony, riled up. He let out a huff as he stopped pacing and made his way over to Victoria muttering in a possessive tone, "No one will even get remotely close to you."
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He growled in response to her, however he did has she said. Though agitated still, he took the opportunity to hug her, though it was a gently embrace, he needed the comfort to feel and to that she was there and near him. He breathed in her scent and found himself relaxing slightly. Yes... she was the one to soothe his heart, yet also that one to set it aflame.
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He kissed her back with soft, tender kisses, gently placing kisses along her cheeks and forehead. He was being very gentle... until his lips found hers again, kissing her rather roughly and locking her close to him with his arms. It seemed as if he felt the need to remind her that she was his, therefore the kiss was rougher, far more demanding than the last. He didn't even wait to be careful with his fangs, and there was a deep rumbling growl that was building up.
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He purred at her response, however his kisses grew more dominating as he continued. He kept her close against him as he occasionally trailed his fangs against her lips only to continue to kiss her with roughness.
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He pulled away after a few seconds, a grin crossing his face at her purring. He placed a finger to her lips and murmured, "Leaving someone in anticipation is always the best thing for me."
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He raised an eyebrow at her and her reaction and then a grin crossed his face in response to the look on her face. He moved closer to her again and leaned his head forward to the bite mark on her neck and trail his tongue over it, though trailing tiny kisses across her jaw playfully.
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This is a story that I have started in my free time, although I'm not sure if I should continue or not. However, I'm still developing the plot and I'm not certain if I will stay interested enough. However, if it gets enough interest I probably might continue. Anyways, enjoy!
Flames licked at the palace, the cries of wounded and dying men erupted into the hot, smoke filled air, and the spray of blood covered the dirt and soaked into the soil, dying it a sickening blood red. Men fighting ruthlessly against each other, swords slashing at limbs, hearts and heads causing the bloodshed to spread. All this strictly for the act of attempting to defend a castle from invaders. It was a pitiful act, one that could be avoided by attempting to communicate, but there was no communicating with the rebel forces.
A young woman, trapped inside the southern wing of the large palace found herself in an unfavorable situation. Her bosom heaved as she tried to take in oxygen to fill in her lungs as a paralyzing fear locked her arms and legs in place. Her long black hair was in large curtains around her face as her dark sapphire eyes blazed back at her enemies. She had absolutely no where to go. Her palace was in ruins, her father disappeared, and her men was fighting and losing their lives upon the field, and yet she stubbornly would not allow the fear that was paralyzing her body to show upon her face. Yet her gaze that focused on the gazes of the men that surrounded her, it caused her heart to twist in fear. Her kimono, once beautiful and clean earlier that day was charred and torn in places that she wished was still covering her. The lewd, lust-filled eyes of the enemy samurai made her shudder in disgust which instead turned her fear into defiance. She lifted her chin up, blue eyes blazing as she stared off with her captors.
"This one seems to at least have some fire in her..." A samurai with a black ji spoke up, his long, greasy black hair hanging around his thin, narrow rat like face. His shrewd black eyes lingered upon her torn kimono, "It would be a shame to allow her to go to waste." She crossed her arms around her torn kimono as she struggled to scoot back, yet the wall behind her stopped her progress. She closed her eyes tightly, 'Kami help me!' The samurai that was following behind what seemed to be the one in charge all took positions clearly to refrain her from escaping no matter what she did.
A sudden burst of pain hit her as the rat-faced samurai grabbed her by her hair, lifting her up so that she would be kneeling before him. Tears of pain briefly showed up in her eyes as she stared back into his dark eyes. His breath smelled of blood, and when he smiled at her, the smile was chilling and told of the death that was awaiting her after he was done and bored with using her. The edge of his katana swept to her neck, the bloodied blade touching the side of her skin, causing her to shiver in fear which elicit a deep, throaty chuckle from the samurai, "Finally some fear... I like it." The blade moved to her heaving chest, cutting away the precious silken fabric was barely holding itself together, exposing her now barren breasts. Her closed her eyes tightly, tears managing to leak their way down her face as she thought of ways to escape this desolate situation, yet none came to mind. The other surrounding samurai were far too close for her to escape, and if she did, she couldn't out speed these well trained warriors. Overall, the situation was bleak for her.
Her body froze suddenly as she felt another presence, the power ki that was coming off from it was so overwhelming she felt herself shivering more despite herself. It easily overpowered those of the samurai in the room, and as she opened her eyes, her gaze managed to see the rat-faced man's facial expression turn to one of nervousness as he turned his head. The samurai's hand let go of her hair, letting her fall to the wooden floor. She found herself looking up towards the overwhelming ki that had distracted the other samurai from completing their awful plots, and her eyes widened as soon as her gaze landed on the swordsman.
Flames licked at the palace, the cries of wounded and dying men erupted into the hot, smoke filled air, and the spray of blood covered the dirt and soaked into the soil, dying it a sickening blood red. Men fighting ruthlessly against each other, swords slashing at limbs, hearts and heads causing the bloodshed to spread. All this strictly for the act of attempting to defend a castle from invaders. It was a pitiful act, one that could be avoided by attempting to communicate, but there was no communicating with the rebel forces.
A young woman, trapped inside the southern wing of the large palace found herself in an unfavorable situation. Her bosom heaved as she tried to take in oxygen to fill in her lungs as a paralyzing fear locked her arms and legs in place. Her long black hair was in large curtains around her face as her dark sapphire eyes blazed back at her enemies. She had absolutely no where to go. Her palace was in ruins, her father disappeared, and her men was fighting and losing their lives upon the field, and yet she stubbornly would not allow the fear that was paralyzing her body to show upon her face. Yet her gaze that focused on the gazes of the men that surrounded her, it caused her heart to twist in fear. Her kimono, once beautiful and clean earlier that day was charred and torn in places that she wished was still covering her. The lewd, lust-filled eyes of the enemy samurai made her shudder in disgust which instead turned her fear into defiance. She lifted her chin up, blue eyes blazing as she stared off with her captors.
"This one seems to at least have some fire in her..." A samurai with a black ji spoke up, his long, greasy black hair hanging around his thin, narrow rat like face. His shrewd black eyes lingered upon her torn kimono, "It would be a shame to allow her to go to waste." She crossed her arms around her torn kimono as she struggled to scoot back, yet the wall behind her stopped her progress. She closed her eyes tightly, 'Kami help me!' The samurai that was following behind what seemed to be the one in charge all took positions clearly to refrain her from escaping no matter what she did.
A sudden burst of pain hit her as the rat-faced samurai grabbed her by her hair, lifting her up so that she would be kneeling before him. Tears of pain briefly showed up in her eyes as she stared back into his dark eyes. His breath smelled of blood, and when he smiled at her, the smile was chilling and told of the death that was awaiting her after he was done and bored with using her. The edge of his katana swept to her neck, the bloodied blade touching the side of her skin, causing her to shiver in fear which elicit a deep, throaty chuckle from the samurai, "Finally some fear... I like it." The blade moved to her heaving chest, cutting away the precious silken fabric was barely holding itself together, exposing her now barren breasts. Her closed her eyes tightly, tears managing to leak their way down her face as she thought of ways to escape this desolate situation, yet none came to mind. The other surrounding samurai were far too close for her to escape, and if she did, she couldn't out speed these well trained warriors. Overall, the situation was bleak for her.
Her body froze suddenly as she felt another presence, the powerful ki that was coming off from it was so overwhelming she felt herself shivering more despite herself. It easily overpowered those of the samurai in the room, and as she opened her eyes, her gaze managed to see the rat-faced man's facial expression turn to one of nervousness as he turned his head. The samurai's hand let go of her hair, letting her fall to the wooden floor. She found herself looking up towards the overwhelming ki that had distracted the other samurai from completing their awful plots, and her eyes widened as soon as her gaze landed on the swordsman.
He was truly a beautiful sight to behold. His hair illuminated in the moonlight looked as black as a raven's wing, yet with a white streak as pale as the moon was a sudden flash in the darkness of his hair. His eyes, they were a beautiful wheat-amber, with a burning intensity of fire. However, he was somewhat small in his stature, and quite slender, however there was no denying the pure power that was hidden within the man's body. The rat-faced samurai stood up immediately as his comrades blocked the woman's sight of the swordsman, "Back off runt, this one is ours." The woman's eyes narrowed as she heard the samurai's voice, it was quaking with fear. They're afraid... of a single swordsman?
The swordsman took another step forward, his footsteps were deadly silent, and that step she was certain would seal the swordsman's fate. She backed away quickly as a cry rang out from the rat-faced samurai, charging forward towards the swordsman as his other companion's attacked. It was so fast.. almost too fast for her to track. Blood seemed to rain through the room in seconds as choked sounds of dying men filled the air. Her eyes grew wide as she found herself staring up at the man. The samurai he had slain so easily were now lifeless bodies of flesh upon the ground, and testimony to this action was the fresh blood dripping steadily from the swordsman's katana.
She found no words to respond, absolutely none to try to make sense of the situation. How could one man slay a total of six with so much ease? Was he a demon? She found herself feeling fear as she stared right back into those intense amber eyes glowing right back at her. Attempting to speak, she found no words, then a load of fabric was cloaked over her. Confusion tainting her senses, she then realized the man had taken off his gi and had threw it towards her, covering her semi-exposed body.
Her jaw clenching, she wrapped the gi around her in silence, looking at her savior, yet... she was wrong. The man had grabbed her rather effortlessly in one arm, pinning her against him. Before she could even start struggling, the breath was taken out of her and darkness slowly clouded her vision as she could faintly hear the far off cries of the last wakes of battle and the crackle of flames. She could only faintly hear the whisper of wind in her ears and the sounds of whispered footsteps before she had fully fallen into darkness.
The faint first signs of dawn had breached the once darkened sky. The sound of cheerful birds chirping musical tones reached the swordsmans ears, and the sound of water rushing by in the river provided enough familiar sounds to put him at ease. The woman still hadn't awakened, although she hadn't inhaled most of the drug he had used, he couldn't help but show only a faint bit of surprise at her fragility. Yet again, she was marked as a noble, he cared not what his overlords did with her- he was strictly doing this for money.
His gaze turned towards the small woman who was laying, wrapped up in his bloody gi. Damn.. she was a beauty. Her long raven-black hair fanned out about her face, her pale skin complementing the pure ebony color of her hair. Long lashes covering her closed eyes were entirely feminine, and her full, rosey lips were parted ever so slightly. His gaze lingered on her for a few moments as he let his eyes feast on the sight. He wasn't a lecherous pig though, and he found such actions dull and unappealing.
His gaze turned back to his katana, the blade still seemed to be stubbornly holding unto the last traces of dried blood. He heaved a sigh as he once more gently rubbed the blade with the cloth he had in his hand as well as continuing the process to wash it in the river. However, a soft sound broke the still silence.
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Truthfully, Aoi's heart had felt like it was being crushed painfully, as he was running the tears blurring his vision, he tried his best to hold them back. And it got worse when he heard Kaito's voice. Why did he follow me? No... please Kaito go back! Go back! However, he couldn't keep up running forever, and he knew Kaito wasn't the type of person to give up by now... he knew that. Aoi slowed down, forcing tears back still, however the little traitors slowly went down his face and he angrily brushed them away. He hated this. He hated how he felt every time he laid eyes on Takeshi... and most of all... he hated how he felt that he needed Kaito near him.
He turned around with reluctance, looking at the sidewalk so that his face couldn't be seen automatically. His arms were crossed as he seemed to be frankly, extremely upset at the moment. He felt extremely mad at himself for distracting Kaito while he was working... he just... he just felt so torn up, so bitter that moment that he almost started running again. Yet, he couldn't even command his legs to move. He didn't need Kaito to see him like this... he felt mortified that anyone saw him like this. The brink of his emotions that he kept locked up and replaced it with anger and bitterness. The sadness and grief he had held back for so long was threatening to overcome him. I... I don't want him to see me...
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Aoi froze as soon as Kaito hugged him, he was stunned into absolute silence. He couldn't force himself to speak, and then the unwelcome little traitor tears spilled over. He wasn't the type to wail and shout while crying. No, he was the silent type, keeping absolutely silent while the little traitor tears betrayed his emotions. He couldn't help but find Kaito's absolute concern, well stunning. He couldn't however look Kaito in the face at the moment, he couldn't allow himself to do that. Yet, he decided after a few moments hesitation to spill the beans, even though he truthfully never wished to speak of anything from his past... it was absolutely necessary in this case. He didn't want to leave Kaito in the dark, and oddly he felt compelled to say everything.
And so, Aoi said in a quiet, trembling voice, "...Takeshi... Takeshi was in there..." He wasn't quite going to tell him everything, a rather darkened expression crossed his face, an expression that said it all. A betrayed, abandoned, and heartbroken expression crossed his face, a face etched in pure betrayal. He looked away and whispered, "I'll tell you later... now is not the time or place Kaito..." He moved away from him, he couldn't bare it however tearing himself away from Kaito. However, he didn't want to allow himself to cry worse, especially in public. The memories threatening to overtake him was filling his mind, and it was clear it hurt. He backed away from Kaito and force a weak smile to cross his face, "...I'm fine.. don't worry.. please." With that, he quickly moved away, walking fast towards his apartment.
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Aoi stopped walking abruptly as soon as he heard Kaito speak. He couldn't move, he didn't have the willpower to move whatsoever. He found his feet beginning to move dispite himself wanting to not have Kaito near him at this particular moment in time. However, his heart couldn't take it, and he found himself standing close in front of Kaito letting himself reveal who was Takeshi. His emotions felt like they were rampaging as he began to speak, he couldn't even fanthom why now of all times he would reveal these things to Kaito, yet he couldn't help it. Was it odd to say that he trusted Kaito wholeheartedly that he was willing to allow him to become close?
"...Takeshi Ufuda... he... he was my first love." It was strange, saying this now as he let the memories come flowing back, yet his voice was still so very quiet it was almost hard to hear, "...We went to the same high school, and we almost never spoke to each other... well he mostly didn't speak... I was the one to speak to him... and we.. we never particularly crossed each others paths much.. but I was a naïve fool and completely captivated by him... I didn't realize what type of person he was..." He was quiet for a few moments then took a deep breath and continued, "One day... I confessed that I had a crush on him... he merely acted like he felt the same way. I was so overjoyed that I foolishly did anything he told me..." His hands clenched into fists, he was shaking by now, "...He did... so many... so many things to me... and when I said that I did love him... he laughed in my face... he was using me as a plaything for his entertainment and nothing more.." Aoi took in another deep breath and continued, "...I was shocked... and I was heartbroken. I distanced myself from my family after awhile and cut off ties with my parents... yet my family is rich... they have business parties that I refused to go to until my sister finally made me go... Takeshi was there... I had no idea his family themselves were also rich... and when he saw me... he managed to try to speak to me... it was an awkward conversation for me, however he was acting... nice. I decided to relax and let my guard down... but.. I shouldn't have..." His eyes closed tightly as he whispered, "He drugged me... and... and..." He couldn't say anything else and found himself clinging to Kaito, tears streaming relentlessly down his face. He hated being like this especially with Kaito seeing him... he wished desperately that this was another nightmare... but he knew it wasn't.
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He stared back at her, his eyes narrowed slightly. However he said in a quiet voice, "Victoria... this is torture for me as well." He moved back slightly, "I am trying to be careful with you. I don't want to hurt you... I really don't."
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His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at her. He huffed in annoyance then in a few seconds, it seemed as if he was gone. He had left the room, clearly leaving her alone for now. He couldn't understand this human woman. She clearly doesn't know the danger that she's in.. He was outside of the mansion at this point, walking slowly into the forest. He closed his eyes as he leaned against a tree. She doesnt know just how fragile she truly is... its vexing.. He opened his eyes and stared ahead into the forest, standing up straight he began walking again, deeper into the forest.
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[hr]The skies look like blood today. Dark amber eyes focused upon the hazy clouds illuminating the sky with a blood red. The Dragon Hanyou slowly came to a stop underneath a wilting cherry blossom tree, becoming silent as he listened to the far off sounds of war. It was so hard now to find a peaceful place... honestly, there was no peace left upon this war ravanged land. It was a shame, to find the world that was once so beautiful turn into a haunted place with death everywhere... not that Sadao minded.
He closed his eyes and decided to take a rest, finding that walking without resting for three days straight took a toll on his usually longer stamina. He had taken to the path of wandering the Earth, only to find that foolish human and youkai dared stepped in his path in which he destroyed them without a second thought. It was as if the whole world surrounding him was focused upon endless and fruitless war. His gaze briefly turned upwards towards the skies once more, his slit pupils scanning for any sign of faint light, however there was none. A grim look came to his eyes as he closed them, They turned their backs on youkai and humans... foolish creatures.
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