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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 11:03 pm
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Shinobu stopped in her tracks at the sight of the purple-haired man before her. Her knees becoming weak. Her senses were'nt often wrong, and this time they were right on target. "H-haru...?" she began, as if doubting that he was real. Perhaps a mirage enduced by a slowly melting mind, a figment of her imagination. She wandered forwards slowly, arms outstretched, trying to get some sort of grasp unto who it was standing before her. Surely it wasn't Haru... it couldn't be... she' hadn't seen him since forever. Her mind had began to wander if he had ever existed, if he'd ever been more than just a dream. But now, as her hands, seeking something tangible, caught the soft frabic of his shirt between her fingers, she new that he was real. "...haru."
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 11:09 pm
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Edaniel Shinobu stopped in her tracks at the sight of the purple-haired man before her. Her knees becoming weak. Her senses were'nt often wrong, and this time they were right on target. "H-haru...?" she began, as if doubting that he was real. Perhaps a mirage enduced by a slowly melting mind, a figment of her imagination. She wandered forwards slowly, arms outstretched, trying to get some sort of grasp unto who it was standing before her. Surely it wasn't Haru... it couldn't be... she' hadn't seen him since forever. Her mind had began to wander if he had ever existed, if he'd ever been more than just a dream. But now, as her hands, seeking something tangible, caught the soft frabic of his shirt between her fingers, she new that he was real. "...haru." He could feel her hands touch and grasp his shirt. He felt all warm inside as she touched him. But his arms were frozen on the outside. As if they were paralyzed. He felt like this was a dream. Like paradise. He then broke his arm out of it's stationary state and layed his hand on top of hers and softly grasped it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 11:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 11:19 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 11:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 11:22 pm
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Picking up his pace, Izumo kept on the course Shinobu seemed to have taking. She was heading back to the theatre, it seemed, specifically the mezzanine. Why she was headed there, he had no idea, and could hazard no guess.
He thought over several things to say in his mind, making sure he would know exactly what to say when he found her. It was strange; normally he would never make such effort to apologize, lest it was a woman, whom he could barely talk to without becoming flustered.
The corridor into the mezzanine was fast approaching, and moments earlier, he'd heard the squeek of the old hinges as the door swung open. Shinobu wasn't too far ahead anymore.
Breaking into a light job, Izumo closed the gap between himself and Shinobu.
"Hey, Shinobu," he called out as he rounded the corner. "I, -" He stopped in mid-sentence. Not only had he nearly run into Shinobu, he found her standing hand-in-hand with another. Perhaps, he decided, now was not the best of times.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to -- I'm just going to go, you-you know, over..." With that, Izumo about faced and ran off just as fast as he had came. All the while, the only thought running through his mind was What was I thinking?
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 11:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 11:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 11:29 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 11:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 11:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 11:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 11:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 11:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 11:42 pm
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When Izumo finally stopped running, he realized he'd ended up exaclty where everything had started: the small clearing where he set up his training session. That was, of course, until Shinobu interrupted. He didn't know what he was doing, what was happening; not much of anything. He didn't even know what he was feeling. It was all so... confusing for him. Not something he was used to.
Wasting no time in wondering how to solve his problem, Izumo had, perhaps, developed his own way of relieving his stress. He drew his blades to his side, battle ready, surrounding only by dummies. He didn't care; dummies wouldn't get scared, dummies couldn't run, dummies couldn't confuse him.
He charged at the first, cleaving into several large chunks. "Stupid..." he muttered under his breath/
He made his way to the second, tearing it apart like the first. "Stupid." He voice was getting louder, more uncontrolled. Continuing on in his blind rage, shouting louder with each dummy he carved apart, Izumo became completely oblivious to his surroundings, to anything that might distract or disturb him.
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