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[sup]atsushi's was so cute omg !! <3

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The flowers were pretty here, too pretty in all due honesty. He wanted to destroy them for being so effortlessly pretty. A grin tugged at the corner of his lips as if it was the typical thing to do when meeting someone you tried to kill and save. Although, it would soon fade back into his lax smile. "Well, I, umm - got a new friend named Desi! She's going to be my best friend one day!" exclaimed Atsushi nervously. He hadn't seen her lately, but he sure hoped they would become best friends. That was what they called it right?

It was all as if he were a kitten once more. A kitten who bragged about his adventures and friends to his old 'friends' or parents. He was no more the Atsushi Nakajima who was slowly rotting away into a jester or clown who entertained the kings of the court. He was back to being the desperate and clingy tom he was when he arrived here. "I visited some places and um, like met some new friends and stuff. What about you?" responded Atsushi as he swished his tail around excitedly. The smile that was no quite right, yet recognizable faded. The exaggeration of his movements slimmed and he seemed to be calm as the sea. It was almost as if he was sleepy.

[fancypost bgcolor=;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;border-right:0px;border-bottom:0px;width:450px;font-family:verdana;line-height:90%;font-size:8.5pt;text-align:justify;]A walk seemed to benefit the tom well. He was recently stationed somewhere else in another Clan for the time being for a visit or exploration activity. Deciding that it was time to disappear, the albino feline would begin his journey back. Somehow, amidst it all, Atsushi got lost once more. He came across a scented border and found someone marking something on a tree. They seemed to be vulnerable for the time being. Coming across the active thought, some of his supernatural senses hitched and became more insatiable. The colors once found in his lackluster gaze became brighter and crimson to the thought, but soon faded away at the sight of a sword.

A sword immediately marked 'deadly' within the albino feline's gaze. He soon reverted back to being the nervous fellow who was looking for directions and not a meal. Approaching Valentine hesitantly, the albino feline with multicolored eyes would speak up. "Hello, hello!" His voice was bubbly and carefree as usual, but it had hints of apprehension on the edges of his tone. "What may you be doing, err-mister?" Soon enough, he found himself asking what he was doing. When in reality, that question should have been directed towards him.

Atsushi certainly hoped this guy was friendly, unlike the rest of the beings he had befriended. They were either defined as tsunderes or were angrier than they had originally looked like. The same could be said for himself. So for the time being, he was stuck on the other side of the border and waved his tail around in an attempt to gain some attention from the ranger.

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Yes, he was.

The tom was now stuck in a behemoth white tiger body that glowed. The body seemed to be magnified by the ability to grow. It's roars also seemed to be magnified by soundwave manipulation. Slowly but steadily, the white tiger would shrink back to it's normal state - an albino feline with mismatched eyes who landed into his own mess. A pile of bodies long overdue their decomposition date. Some of the bodies seemed to be new to the mess and had their organs ransacked or blood sucked out of them. It was either one or the other.

Yes indeed, it was one or the other. It was either he was an abominable murderer or someone who couldn't control an unfortunate supernatural ability.

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and here it is, ukiyo
you should try using kissmanga if that works for you !! :0

[sup]ezsushi
nakakuma

[sup]Atsushi can do it since he's developing a grudge against the Exiles. <3

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[sup]eyup!

[sup]Do you want to have a thread where he kills her and drops her off at the border of the Exiles?
Or is there any other way you want to do it? cx Also, who shall make?

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That couldn't be Lacelock. No.

The cries of fellow members of Blizzardclan filled his ears. Their tears coming down and their sullied bodies dropped down the molly's own state. How disgusting, remarked Atsushi. How loving, remarked Atsushi. He suddenly wished he was loved at the sight of this all. The albino tom sat in the back, watching it all with a foreign expression. It was as if he was watching an all too sappy movie. Although, in the inside - it all hurt. It hurt as if he was back at that old place again. Where all unwanted beings like him went.

Did you do this to yourself? Or did the thought of protecting someone did this to you? Did you want to be free from the tightrope of being both a ghoul and a mortal? Was it all because of me? Not again. Tears slowly came from his eyes as he watched the scene unfold. They were slow and steady. They weren't gushing out. Was he really something to her? All of these unanswered questions filled him as the tom was left slumped in the back.

Stupid stupid Lacelock. Stupid stupid Akira.

He couldn't stay here and watch like this. He had to do something more. He had to do something about these deaths. Slowly, his paws would begin to function properly and not shake with fear, denial or sadness. If this was the Atsushi in the past, the tom would of certainly screamed her name and started freaking about her death. He would of done something stupid too. But then again, the tom was going to try to do something even more stupid than before.

It was indeed Lacelock in the end.

Atsushi Nakajima could acknowledge this fact as he began to get up from his shaken form. His creation was dead. His 'Alice' was gone. He was now just a lonely white rabbit chasing nothing once more. Perhaps she was his reason for living, and now - all of that hope was shattered at the sight of this. But the tom couldn't risk his life again or become an amnesiac once more because of a stupid female. That would make him one of those protagonists in those cliche movies right? No, not exactly.

After all, anyone could be replaced. That was the thing about the world. Her being might have not lasted, but his memories of her did. Before his eyes, it seemed like everything was blurring and melting away. But he could still see. And so, Atsushi Nakajima left the scene for whoever else to grieve after he said a few words with a small smile.

"I'm glad to have met you, Akira."

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The tom was here. He was at the Exiles with a scent covered with nothing but roses. A grim expression covered his features as if he was struggling with something. Now, the tom began looking for someone - anything to kill. That would certainly help him cope with her death right?

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What scent was this? The Rebellion of Terminus. He knew this one fondly from the past. His past life, to be exact. "Name and business, mister." Seeing that the fellow carried flowers and had shaky paws, his tightened lips would turn into a calm rejuvenated smile. Perhaps he was visiting someone, committing to a promise, going to confess a love? Those ideas filled Atsushi well.

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How tragic. Was she about as young as he? This wasn't the way the world was supposed to work. But the tom couldn't see through the horrid things that had been happening in Blizzardclan. He was in it for the kill. And the tom never felt more alive during it. It felt all so great. All too blinding and blurry for the tom with yellow-purple eyes to match his mismatched vision.

[sup]if you could, i'd appreciate. although, either way works.

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