<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334</id><updated>2011-10-12T22:33:35.186-07:00</updated><category term='Sora'/><category term='Emi'/><category term='Takumi'/><category term='Rikka'/><category term='Asuka'/><category term='Sayuri'/><category term='Taiki'/><category term='Narrator'/><title type='text'>The Black Rose Society</title><subtitle type='html'>A story long forgotten / 黒いバラ臭 / Forbidden love hidden.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sayurichan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10218383201318670315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0eS1inG41o/TbVuFsk86vI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wU5TEi8zq9o/s1600/166338_10150125819436420_694161419_8407754_7790130_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-5340767198664057122</id><published>2011-02-13T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T17:42:03.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Takumi'/><title type='text'>Thoughts and Questions</title><content type='html'>I've been told that Outori-san had finally made her decision. We were going to receive a new addition to our society. Sora-sama will be pleased. I smiled a little, walking down the silent corridor that led to the official meeting room of the Black Rose Society. Sora-sama hadn't told any of us why, exactly, she was so important yet, but I suppose we shall all get an explanation soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparing Sora-sama a glance and a nod, I unceremoniously plopped down on the edge of the cushy sofa. Realizing that our leader didn't respond to my greeting, I turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Takumi: Is...something the matter, Sora-sama?&lt;br /&gt;Sora: ...I'm just thinking. Where are the others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Odd... He didn't bother to correct me when I addressed him so formally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takumi: They should be here soon. As well as Outori-san, the new recruit.&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Silence reigned. I didn't know what else to say. It was most unwise to speak to Sora-sama when he is thinking. Instead, I closed my eyes and waited for the rest to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what drew Sora-sama to Outori-san. She seemed like a regular human girl to me... Is it possible that she held some sort of power? No...Sora-sama wouldn't recruit someone solely because of power. What did Sora-sama see in her...that I didn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-5340767198664057122?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/5340767198664057122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2011/02/thoughts-and-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/5340767198664057122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/5340767198664057122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2011/02/thoughts-and-questions.html' title='Thoughts and Questions'/><author><name>Xarbisan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08957306976548794177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--mDp-RYX7NA/TgDvDr9dSjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xPUbRKogzw8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-15%2Bat%2B21.57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-5717220216562987416</id><published>2011-01-30T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:12:34.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emi'/><title type='text'>The new member</title><content type='html'>I was strolling through the schools gardens, tending to my lovely roses, enjoying the peace and quite. Well almost, I heard the argument before I could see the arguers, it was Sayuri and Asuka. I was slightly surprise, I never saw them argue before, and to me they had always looked like tight friends. But now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched them from afar, from what I could hear, Asuka was apologizing for something, while Sayuri seemed to be ignoring me. When she saw me, Sayuri headed my way, I smiled kindly, not quite knowing what was going to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri&amp;nbsp;: I am going to join the council&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asuka: No! You are not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: Yes I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back and forth between them, then gave Sayuri a warm smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emi: Then Welcome to the Council&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And with that look in her eyes, I could see that she wasn't going to back down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-5717220216562987416?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/5717220216562987416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-member.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/5717220216562987416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/5717220216562987416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-member.html' title='The new member'/><author><name>Xelica Cxryillia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605587935975109509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ggnax7b0OWg/TgP2zaY_XuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2HJsK_l9ZyI/s220/Galaxy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-8714694062324598287</id><published>2011-01-30T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:05:03.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sora'/><title type='text'>Chance Meeting IV</title><content type='html'>Dammit. Dammit. &lt;em&gt;Dammit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I have been so careless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so distracted by this mere human that i'd almost forgotten about the dangers in the school. Cursing my slow reflexes, I jumped back. Gazing hard at Asuka and the gun in her hand, I drew my sword and the blade glinted at the hope of bloodshed. I was prepared for anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was not prepared for Sayuri to leap in between us, arms stretched out with no fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: STOP THIS! Weren't you two...didn't you two used to be friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stiffened, and I could see Asuka freeze.&lt;br /&gt;This human girl, is much more perceptive than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asuka: No.&lt;br /&gt;Asuka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asuka: We were never...friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said the word like a disease and for a moment, I felt something twist painfully in my chest.&lt;br /&gt;Sayuri shook her head, black hair following her like a banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: That's a lie. I can read your auras. They're familiar with each other... comfortable...close...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayuri sounded almost wistful. I blinked as Asuka locked eyes with me. She looked back at Sayuri who held her gaze with determination. I couldn't see her facial expression but something made Asuka sigh and holster her gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asuka: Don't look at me like that...I'm not lying to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me coldly and I tightened my grip on my blade. I wasn't going to have any openings but I did feel the need to explain to Sayuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: We were childhood friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was speaking quietly, while mentally building up a barrier. This way, no one would be able to hear our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: We used to always play together, under the tree in a field near here. We promised to always be friends. But... one day, she didn't come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asuka looked away, her short hair shielding her eyes. Sayuri had relaxed her stance, looking back at me with her brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: Why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: To be honest...I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was replying truthfully. Sayuri glanced at Asuka before her eyes widened with understanding. What was that all about? Asuka, who was still looking away, clenched her fists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: Oh Asuka...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her voice was soft, soothing. I swallowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: After that, the next time we saw each other, she pulled her gun on me and told me that we were enemies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayuri touched Asuka's shoulder, in a comforting gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: Asuka... it's all in the past. You surely don't think that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asuka spun around, her face a vision of absolute rage and hatred. She fixed her pointed stare at me and her words were like poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asuka: I don't care what I think. All I want is him to stay out of my business and away from the people I love! He... he's... He's a...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: But...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asuka: SHUT UP SAYURI! WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW? WHAT COULD YOU &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; KNOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayuri's face fell--her eyes darkened and Asuka gasped, taking a step forward, her hand outstretched like she was going to offer her apology. Sayuri turned away, her eyes dark and empty. I was shocked though I didn't show it. One moment she was so full of life and now... What was going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asuka: Oh... Sayuri... I didn't mean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: No, you did. But that's okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice was bitter as she walked away, Asuka chased after her but not before whispering a warning to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asuka: I warned you Minami. Stay away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="left"&gt;I scoffed as she left, sheathing my sword. I looked down at it as the hilt glinted in the light, as though asking a question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="left"&gt;Sora: I know... I need to find out ﻿about Sayuri's past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-8714694062324598287?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/8714694062324598287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2011/01/chance-meeting-iv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/8714694062324598287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/8714694062324598287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2011/01/chance-meeting-iv.html' title='Chance Meeting IV'/><author><name>Sayurichan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10218383201318670315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0eS1inG41o/TbVuFsk86vI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wU5TEi8zq9o/s1600/166338_10150125819436420_694161419_8407754_7790130_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-7475384895829729336</id><published>2011-01-27T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T12:00:04.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asuka'/><title type='text'>Chance Meeting III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Oh I know you used to be friends... I'll confirm that one way or another."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I  don't know why his words bothered me...nor do I care to. Why dig up the  past anyway? It didn't matter anymore. I shook my head as I forced my  mind to turn to more important matters. For example: Sayuri's whereabouts. She should be close by. She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; be close by, so that I could keep her safe...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; I dashed madly through the  hallways, probably half-scaring some innocents to death, but there was  more at stake than their fragile state of minds. I couldn't let Sayuri  fall into their hands. I couldn't afford to fail. Not again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  It was then, amidst my whirling thoughts, that I finally caught a soft, silvery wisp of an aura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayuri was close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed off, feeling the aura get stronger and stronger as I ran. What was this...strong emotion...? And this...other aura...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Minami..." I growled as I finally caught sight of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sora: You know, you're a strange girl.&lt;br /&gt;Asuka: I think so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Both Sayuri and Minami jumped to their feet. I tried to control myself as I strode towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Asuka: So. Care to explain what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I don't know, you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I couldn't help my eyes narrowing at that statement, reaching to my gun holster instinctively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Asuka: I told you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;stay away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; from her...&lt;br /&gt;Sora: And I told you that it's Sayuri's decision to make.&lt;br /&gt;Asuka: And you just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to walk on by and found Sayuri alone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; me believe you, Minami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I couldn't help the surge of rage I felt as I drew my gun and pointed it at him. At the same time, Minami quickly drew his sword, probably ready for whatever I could throw his way. I was about to fire when Sayuri threw herself between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Asuka: Sayuri!? What are you doing? Get out of the way!&lt;br /&gt;Sayuri: STOP THIS! Weren't you two...didn't you two use to be friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-7475384895829729336?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/7475384895829729336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2011/01/chance-meeting-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/7475384895829729336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/7475384895829729336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2011/01/chance-meeting-iii.html' title='Chance Meeting III'/><author><name>Xarbisan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08957306976548794177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--mDp-RYX7NA/TgDvDr9dSjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xPUbRKogzw8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-15%2Bat%2B21.57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-5151781399565485925</id><published>2011-01-26T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:56:01.499-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrator'/><title type='text'>Chance Meeting II</title><content type='html'>Sayuri took a deep breath, fidgeting with her fingers. She didn't know how to explain. Sora fixed his ebony eyes on her, his expression unreadable. She seemed interested in the ridges of her fingertips all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: Well... Emi... Emi is a kind soul. She also loves flowers. I-I see her around them a lot. I have a feeling.. she's not very self confident is she?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: Maybe you're right.&lt;br /&gt;Sayuri: And Rikka, I don't think she likes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora chuckled again softly, shaking his head. Rikka was a complicated creature--like&amp;nbsp;a wild cat. One he used to be able to tame. That's what drew him towards her before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: Rikka... she's special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: ...she is. She's very fierce. Like a free spirit, but also elegant at the same time. She seems to hate humans very much though... i wonder why...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: ... she'll tell you when the time is right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: Heh..oh and Takumi...&lt;/div&gt;Sayuri thought for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: Takumi.. he's like a shadow isn't he? No wonder everyone calls him 'Kage' (Shadow). He's so silent, mysterious and just pops up once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: We're all mysterious and different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: yes you are.. but you're... you're not like them...&lt;br /&gt;Sora: What do you mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: You're the Prince of the school, head of the student council. You're very strong, very commanding and a great leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: Must be great huh? To have all this power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: ... must be so lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora started, eyes suddenly darted to her face, which was lifted up gazing at the blinding sunlight and expanse of blue. She smiled softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: It must be tough.. having so many expectations. People who demand so much of you. You have to keep everything in order and all. You must feel so contrained. It must be so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: It's not.&lt;br /&gt;Sayuri: You know, I think that sometimes you should tell the truth about how you feel. Everyone would help you. It'd make it easier and all that pressure and constrained feelings would lessen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora's eyes widened. No one had ever said that to him. No one besides Takumi ever spoke about the demands, expectations that comes with being a leader. Everyone else naturally thought that he was okay with everything. He opened his mouth to say something but...&lt;br /&gt;What could he say? This woman--this human woman had rendered him unable to speak. For the first time, ever he felt... relieved. Relieved that someone finally understood all that pressure. Sayuri felt the gap between them grow smaller, and as she sat there smiling, for the first time, he looked at her with warm eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: You know, you're a strange girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asuka: I think so too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora and Sayuri jumped to their feet and swirled around as a very annoyed-looking Asuka stood there with her arms folded. Sora mentally cursed himself. How could he have been so distracted with his surroundings? Sayuri felt Sora tense up and close himself up again in those icy walls of his. She smiled sadly. Just when she felt that things were going great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asuka: So. Care to explain what's going on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: I don't know, you tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sayuri shivered. Sora's eyes were cold once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-5151781399565485925?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/5151781399565485925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2011/01/chance-meeting-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/5151781399565485925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/5151781399565485925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2011/01/chance-meeting-ii.html' title='Chance Meeting II'/><author><name>Sayurichan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10218383201318670315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0eS1inG41o/TbVuFsk86vI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wU5TEi8zq9o/s1600/166338_10150125819436420_694161419_8407754_7790130_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-1334158826430546005</id><published>2011-01-25T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T05:27:24.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sayuri'/><title type='text'>Chance Meeting.</title><content type='html'>I sighed while leaning against the walls of the school, books clutched under my arms. I hated it when teachers picked on me during class--because then I had to point out that their facts were all wrong. Since when was Hitler German? He was Austrian for Christ's sake.&lt;br /&gt;My head was spinning and I headed for the grassy spot under a nearby tree to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were too many things going on in my head. First, Asuka and Sora... what was that all about? Then Asuka warns me to stay away from Taiki. Then the student council and the worst: homework.&lt;br /&gt;I think if I don't die from the "danger" Asuka keeps going about first, school work is going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I glance up quickly just as a shadow approached me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Hello there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: Oh... Sora...sama...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so silent that I wouldn't have noticed his approaching if I didn't recognise his aura. Damn, I'm getting rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: Mind if I join you?&lt;br /&gt;Sayuri: Please, there's plenty of space. Sit down.&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I prefer to stand.&lt;br /&gt;Sayuri: The grass won't kill you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: Besides, it's nice to take a break from the world and get a good look at what life is like from the bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: You have strange thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he settled down beside me, awkwardly putting his legs in front of him. I tried not to laugh but it looked so out of place for the "prince" of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: You find me amusing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: Yes. I didn't expect you to sit like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: You're very honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: ...sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Sora chuckle and I felt a quiver in my heart. It was the first time I saw him smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: Don't apologize. It's...refreshing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling people don't tell him the truth very often. There was a sudden silence as we sat there, next to each other. I could feel the heat of his aura from where I was sitting and suddenly my face felt warm. The silence was comfortable, as though we were just relaxing in each other's presence. However, I felt the need to make conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: Erm.. about the council...&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Yes, I came to talk to you about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: Oh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. So that's all it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he didn't just want to talk. Of course. How stupid of me to think that he would just want to talk to me. What was I thinking anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: Tell me what you think about the members.&lt;br /&gt;Sayuri: Huh? You... want my opinion?&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I believe that's what I just said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I saw his lips curve up slightly at the corners.&lt;br /&gt;Was he laughing at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he wasn't as cold as I thought he was...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-1334158826430546005?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/1334158826430546005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2011/01/chance-meeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/1334158826430546005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/1334158826430546005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2011/01/chance-meeting.html' title='Chance Meeting.'/><author><name>Sayurichan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10218383201318670315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0eS1inG41o/TbVuFsk86vI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wU5TEi8zq9o/s1600/166338_10150125819436420_694161419_8407754_7790130_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-2664538019128637887</id><published>2011-01-24T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:15:13.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rikka'/><title type='text'>Technical Difficulties</title><content type='html'>I was glaring at the printer, mentally blaming it for my lack of technical skills. Damn Takumi and his superiority complex. Was it my fault if I grew up in an old school&amp;nbsp;aristocratic&amp;nbsp;family?! Shade, being the&amp;nbsp;intelligent&amp;nbsp;cat that he was, was sleeping on the sofa far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When finally all the pages were printed I slotted them neatly into my bag which was laying at my feat. Sora had asked for them at dinner, so I would do some light reading, i thought sarcastically. There was way too little information on Taiki, for my comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in my thoughts I almost&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;hear the footsteps till they were in front of the door. I knew those footsteps and I quickly turned of the computer. Or tried would be better. Mentally urging the computer on, I tried everything I knew, but alas the the door opened with the information still on screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rikka: DAMN YOU FREAKING PIECE OF CRAP!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed ramming my boot into the screen, sending it flying against the wall and box&amp;nbsp;sliding&amp;nbsp;after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taiki:&amp;nbsp;uhh..,. did I&amp;nbsp;interrupt&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taiki stood hesitantly at the door, not quite&amp;nbsp;concealing&amp;nbsp;the smile on his face.Which infuriated me even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rikka: WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE?!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged and&amp;nbsp;slandered over, pausing beside my bag, which had been thrown around in my tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taiki: What is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He screamed before he could finish the question. Using the distraction I quickly gathered up everything and stuffed it back into my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taiki: Your cat needs to be house trained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;He growled angrily while inspecting the claw marks on his leg. I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rikka: He just doesn't like you, cats have sense for such things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed out, Shade following behind. I could hear Taiki mutter something, but too quietly for me to hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-2664538019128637887?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/2664538019128637887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2011/01/technical-difficulties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/2664538019128637887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/2664538019128637887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2011/01/technical-difficulties.html' title='Technical Difficulties'/><author><name>Xelica Cxryillia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605587935975109509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ggnax7b0OWg/TgP2zaY_XuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2HJsK_l9ZyI/s220/Galaxy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-1410269056491306720</id><published>2011-01-21T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T08:25:17.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sayuri'/><title type='text'>Infuriating.</title><content type='html'>Rikka growled. It was not often that she'd be stuck on something as simple as this. Gritting her teeth, she scans the computer screen, trying to find out more information on Taiki. It kept giving her irrelevant results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Takumi: You need help on that, Rikka?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rikka: Go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takumi pushed his glasses up and gave her his usual serious stare, though a smirk was now playing on his lips. He was mocking her, she knew it and she wanted to throw something at his face, knock off his glasses and hear them crash against the floor preferably. He then sighed and went to the keyboard, ignored her protests and with lightning speed, tapped in a few keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rikka spun around and glared at him as the page loaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rikka: I had it covered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Takumi: I just spared you another hour of pointless searching. That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takumi walked away, checking his notebook like always to double-check afternoon activities and Rikka clenched her fist. He was so infuriating sometimes! She gritted her teeth and started printing out materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rikka: Sora-sama, I'll have it done in a bit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sora: No need, Rikka. Take your time and hand it to me at dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora stirred from his sofa and walked out of the room, thoughts swirling in his head. Asuka and Taiki had always been the top of his list of problems but now he has to add in this new girl too? Sora ignored the gasps of the usual girls around him and kept on walking, looking right and left. Why Sayuri was so important to the higher-up's plans, he was going to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-1410269056491306720?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/1410269056491306720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2011/01/infuriating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/1410269056491306720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/1410269056491306720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2011/01/infuriating.html' title='Infuriating.'/><author><name>Sayurichan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10218383201318670315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0eS1inG41o/TbVuFsk86vI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wU5TEi8zq9o/s1600/166338_10150125819436420_694161419_8407754_7790130_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-6287572382867529212</id><published>2010-01-17T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T14:15:51.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asuka'/><title type='text'>Confront her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asuka sighed and rubbed her eyes. This was getting way out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As she entered the academy, she went in search of Sayuri. However, she was stopped by a sudden Taiki jumping down from a tree and pinning her to the wall. He was about to lean in to give her a kiss but a sudden gun pressed to his forehead forbid him to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs001.snc3/10853_204900646419_694161419_4649091_4458839_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs001.snc3/10853_204900646419_694161419_4649091_4458839_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taiki: Hello Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asuka: What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taiki: So there was.. a rumour going on that you and our dear president used to be friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asuka: ... where did you hear that from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taiki: Oh there was talk going around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asuka: Heh. And you believe such things? Please. I thought that even you would be smarter than that. Guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs001.snc3/10853_205125851419_694161419_4651055_4881609_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs001.snc3/10853_205125851419_694161419_4651055_4881609_n.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Taiki: Why so cold Asuka chan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Asuka: Why so stupid Taiki senpai? Anyway, i'm looking for my friend so goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Asuka shoved Taiki off using the gun and holstered it while walking away. She could just barely hear the words from Taiki's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Taiki: Oh I know you used to be friends... I'll confirm that one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-6287572382867529212?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/6287572382867529212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2010/01/confront-her.html#comment-form' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/6287572382867529212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/6287572382867529212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2010/01/confront-her.html' title='Confront her.'/><author><name>Sayurichan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10218383201318670315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0eS1inG41o/TbVuFsk86vI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wU5TEi8zq9o/s1600/166338_10150125819436420_694161419_8407754_7790130_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-399825897022121114</id><published>2009-12-25T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T01:24:30.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rikka'/><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>Rikka: So Taiki also followed you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora didn't even turn around, but I could feel that he was furious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rikka: No worries, I didn't listen in on your conversation, I respect peoples privacy and past. Mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and stroked Shade who was sitting next to me on the couch. In a way I was angry myself, but I kept it inside. I was good at hiding my true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rikka: I guess I should apologize, I should have seen him following you, that bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora kept silent. I hated it when I didn't know what he was thinking or feeling. I felt guilty, for letting my feelings go through with me and making me careless, I should have known better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rikka: If you want I can contact home and find out some information on him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-399825897022121114?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/399825897022121114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/12/rikka-so-taiki-also-followed-you-sora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/399825897022121114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/399825897022121114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/12/rikka-so-taiki-also-followed-you-sora.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>Xelica Cxryillia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605587935975109509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ggnax7b0OWg/TgP2zaY_XuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2HJsK_l9ZyI/s220/Galaxy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-7746349631115198647</id><published>2009-12-19T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T07:39:00.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Takumi'/><title type='text'>Holding in everything.</title><content type='html'>I turned around as Sora entered the council room, before bowing low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takumi: Sora sama... you've returned.&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I told you not to call me "sama" when we're alone.&lt;br /&gt;Takumi: But..&lt;br /&gt;Sora: And that is an order.&lt;br /&gt;Takumi: Yes... Sora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to smile as I looked at him when he sat on the window-still. To anyone else, he seemed cool, and unconcerned. However, I knew him far better than that. He was upset, his eyes glazed over. I pushed my glasses back up onto the bridge of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takumi: I take it things with Asuka-san didn't go so well?&lt;br /&gt;Sora: What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew better than to press the matter further. However, there was something I had to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_205099691419_694161419_4650744_2741294_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_205099691419_694161419_4650744_2741294_n.jpg" height="320" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takumi: I spotted Taiki only moments ago. He seemed to have come from the same direction as you. I fear he may have overheard something.&lt;br /&gt;Sora: .... WHAT?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat bolt upright, his fists clenching. He glared at the wall for a moment, and I shivered as I felt the anger and power radiating from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Find out everything he knows Takumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and bowed before exiting the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takumi: That is my job, Sora-sama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-7746349631115198647?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/7746349631115198647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/12/holding-in-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/7746349631115198647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/7746349631115198647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/12/holding-in-everything.html' title='Holding in everything.'/><author><name>Sayurichan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10218383201318670315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0eS1inG41o/TbVuFsk86vI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wU5TEi8zq9o/s1600/166338_10150125819436420_694161419_8407754_7790130_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-4690691710047803347</id><published>2009-12-14T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T01:30:14.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taiki'/><title type='text'>A past better left forgotten</title><content type='html'>So where did I leave off again? Oh that's right, I was falling, falling from the clocktower after making my dramatic exit. And while I was falling I saw three small ants. These ants consisted of Takumi, Sora and, well well, Asuka chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How interesting. Well it seems like they're talking about something, I just don't know what. Hmm but from they way her lips are moving I think she wants to have a talk with Sora?! Very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so interested in fact that I decided to follow Asuka after she had finished talking to Sayuri chan. But how to go unnoticed. Well for now I'll just follow. And so I followed, making small pockets of compressed air as steps as I went. A neat trick if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as I was hopping along I noticed another peculiar sight, Rikka chan and her cat. Were they curious too? Well not like it matters. I then noticed Asuka chan enter a small thicket. And right on her heels, Sayuri chan. Well I don't blame her I'm doing the same thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed the path and found right in front of me a large open green field and, what's this... a barrier? I see, so he can do those things can he. Well it wasn't a surprise, it's pretty obvious that he wants their conversation to be private. I opened a small rift in the barrier and slipped in undetected. Temporal Space Distortion, a neat trick my master taught me, quick, easy and undetectable no matter how powerful you are. Even Sora wouldn't be able to tell.... i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Brings back memories doesn't it...&lt;br /&gt;Asuka: I didn't bring you here to reminisce about the past Sora.&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Haha... it's been a while since you called me by my first name, Asuka.&lt;br /&gt;Asuka: Stop dreaming Sora... The past is the past&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Don't you wish you could just turn back to that time&lt;br /&gt;Asuka: No... I don't. You and I are different. We were born to destroy each other.&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Guess we'll share this story some other time... So, what is it you want to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;Asuka: I want you to stay away from Sayuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously. Well, I've found what I wanted so i'll just be-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: It's not my decision to make... It's hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm? The barrier broke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asuka: Wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the- I turned around and nearly crashed into Sora, but I quickly leapt out of&amp;nbsp;the way. But he looked sad... He spun around and his eye&amp;nbsp;glanced at my direction as if he had seen me.&amp;nbsp;But that wasn't possible...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-4690691710047803347?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/4690691710047803347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/12/past-better-left-forgotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/4690691710047803347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/4690691710047803347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/12/past-better-left-forgotten.html' title='A past better left forgotten'/><author><name>Guide-to-Eternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11348772465242942325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-5883465478070907655</id><published>2009-12-10T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:52:14.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sayuri'/><title type='text'>More mysteries to unravel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hid behind the field of sunflowers. It was tall enough to hide me, and i cast a cloaking spell. Peering through the green stalks, I gazed upon the duo standing under the sakura tree. The scene seemed somewhat.. sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sora closed his eyes and I felt a barrier form around them, just narrowly enclosing behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief. A barrier would be hard to penetrate without alerting the person casting it. Then I paused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wait.. how was he able to form a barrier..? My ears pricked up as I heard Asuka's voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Asuka: I didn't bring you here to reminisce about the past Sora.&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Haha... it's been a while since you called me by my first name, Asuka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Asuka? She used to be that close to Sora? I looked at her turn away slightly, fists clenched as though remembering a past better left forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Asuka: Shh-hut up. You know why I called you here...&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Far too well... it's about Ms. Outori isn't it. I'm sure she has informed you about the Council, but I gave her some time to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I sighed. I knew Asuka would do something like this sooner or later.But.. why now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Asuka: Stop dreaming Sora... The past is the past&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Don't you wish you could just turn back to that time&lt;br /&gt;Asuka: No... I don't. You and I are different. We were born to destroy each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What? What happened between them? I looked at them, staring at each other. Sora seemed somewhat sad, and Asuka, though cold seemed sad herself. She hid it well. I could feel a connection between them. It wasn't a connection of lovers, but more of close friends. I couldn't understand. How was this possible? Asuka hated all vampires with a passion... for a good reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They destroyed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The feeling of the barrier breaking caught my attention. I looked up again as I saw Sora walk away. His face was stony and tensed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Asuka: WAIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I looked at her face, contorted with anger, passion ... and something else. Regret? Sadness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sora kept on walking. But before he went back into the woods, he paused and looked back as though he saw me. I ducked my head and kept it low to hide it from view. After he was gone, I looked back up. Asuka stood there, staring off into the distance. I heard her sigh as she left aswell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was alone in the fields of flowers, suffocating in their intoxicating scent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coming here hardly answered any of my questions. They turned into even more complicated questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What happened between Asuka and Sora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And more importantly... did I really want to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-5883465478070907655?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/5883465478070907655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-mysteries-to-unravel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/5883465478070907655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/5883465478070907655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-mysteries-to-unravel.html' title='More mysteries to unravel'/><author><name>Sayurichan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10218383201318670315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0eS1inG41o/TbVuFsk86vI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wU5TEi8zq9o/s1600/166338_10150125819436420_694161419_8407754_7790130_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-2329274283354536459</id><published>2009-12-10T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:45:32.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sora'/><title type='text'>Our Secret</title><content type='html'>Through the thick forest, past the silent stream and up the deserted hill... silence.... a field of green spread throughout the lands. Wild flowers filled the place; fragile yet strong as they withstood the gentle breeze. A giant Sakura Tree stood at the center, it's majestic petals in full bloom with the scent of spring that filled the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under that blossomed tree... she was there waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asuka: You're late, Minami.&lt;br /&gt;Sora: My apologies... Hold on a second... I'll set up a barrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to make sure this conversation stays private. I closed my eyes and listened to the gentle breeze. It was calm... I remember this place... The place where we first met, and the place where we ended it all. We call it our Garden of Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Sealed.... The place was locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Brings back memories doesn't it...&lt;br /&gt;Asuka: I didn't bring you here to reminisce about the past Sora.&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Haha... it's been a while since you called me by my first name, Asuka.&lt;br /&gt;Asuka: Shh-hut up. You know why I called you here...&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Far too well... it's about Ms. Outori isn't it. I'm sure she has informed you about the Council, but I gave her some time to decide.&lt;br /&gt;Asuka: I won't allow her to join your kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kind... those words rang like a chime in the spring breeze. It happened two years ago... we were just about to finish junior high. I used to come here when the stress was too much and just lie on the grassy plains to clear my mind. We met her by accident when she stumbled upon the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asuka: Stop dreaming Sora... The past is the past&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Don't you wish you could just turn back to that time&lt;br /&gt;Asuka: No... I don't. You and I are different. We were born to destroy each other.&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Guess we'll share this story some other time... So, what is it you want to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;Asuka: I want you to stay away from Sayuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one to bring up this matter. Why can't they accept the fact that I don't have any say in this. It was decided by the higher-ups. I turned my back on her and walked away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: It's not my decision to make... It's hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my point... I released the barrier and made my escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asuka: Wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she could continue... I was gone... But, I could sense someone else was there with Asuka.. A familiar scent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-2329274283354536459?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/2329274283354536459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/2329274283354536459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/2329274283354536459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-secret.html' title='Our Secret'/><author><name>Grell Sutcliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917026027301465016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3h7Kna9QSNc/S7faPVlCRFI/AAAAAAAAEkU/k1XgRomoxgg/S220/Photo0957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-179869636410941132</id><published>2009-12-01T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:13:38.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rikka'/><title type='text'>My freedom</title><content type='html'>The thing about me, I can never just relax and let everything pass by me, not when there is something nagging me, and never when something pisses me off. And I was pissed off. So I tried to keep calm and try to put up with it, never expected it to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was annoyed. Since when exactly did we listen to the 'higher ups'? Truthfully. It felt as if I was let out of the loop. Not a knew feeling, ever since I moved here, I was, in a way, an outsider. It wasn't that bad, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still missed my home, and coming here changed me. For the better or the worse, I didn't know, and frankly I didn't care for anyone elses opinion. Then again no one who knows me know, knew me from before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed out of the school and towards the town a short way away. It was small... I wouldn't know, I never was in a really big city. Without really wanting to I ended up heading toward a pup/restaurant/ house, call it what you want. I knew that many students went there during school times for lunches and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and watched, hiding for view from an alley. I was naturally curious, and so was &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Shade&lt;/span&gt;. So much for curiosity killed the cat. I didn't have to wait long when I spotted &lt;span style="color: #66ffff;"&gt;Asuka &lt;/span&gt;riding her bike to the cafe. She parked it outside, before turning to a small, overgrown path to the right that lead into the woods, disappearing into the thick midst. I knew that path. After the thicket of the woods, it opened up to grassy plains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me curious, and the feeling of annoyance joined it when &lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Sora &lt;/span&gt;appeared soon after, walking swiftly down the same path. What the hell was he doing here? OK, so I already had an idea what the conversation would be about. The real question would be, why would they have this conversation, when I could almost feel the deep felt hatred between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something made me leave, a darker feeling replaced any curiosity. And as I headed out of the town, I saw Sayuri also go into the thicket, almost as silent as a ghost. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I'm not the only one curious. I almost felt sorry for her. But that feeling disappeared quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the long route back to school, lost in thought. And I ended up thinking about home, I could see that &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Shade &lt;/span&gt;missed it too. Something was calling me back home, and I knew I had to return home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-179869636410941132?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/179869636410941132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/179869636410941132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/179869636410941132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-freedom.html' title='My freedom'/><author><name>Xelica Cxryillia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605587935975109509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ggnax7b0OWg/TgP2zaY_XuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2HJsK_l9ZyI/s220/Galaxy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-2604125994536243371</id><published>2009-11-30T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:13:28.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sayuri'/><title type='text'>Decisions.</title><content type='html'>I quickly walked down the rest of the flight of stairs and back into the dazzling sunlight. I put up a hand to temporarily shield the light from my eyes. Man that burned.&lt;br /&gt;After blinking the light from my eyes, i studied the courtyard and &amp;nbsp;saw &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Asuka&lt;/span&gt;, glaring into the distance, as though she had seen just encountered something distasteful, waiting beside her bike.&lt;br /&gt;When she turned around and saw me though, she gave me a look of relief. I wondered why as I walked over to her swiftly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: Asuka, sorry to keep you waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Asuka: That's alright. What did they want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: Th-they.... wanted me to join student council...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Asuka: WHAT? What did you say?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: I said no.. but they said they'll give me some time to think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Asuka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stiffen as I looked down and fingered my necklace. I didn't want to tell her that they only wanted me because of my "special talents." I also decided not to tell her about the weird feeling in the council room and the different reactions from each member.&lt;br /&gt;She would flip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Asuka: *mutter* That bastard....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: Asuka, did you say something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Asuka: oh... nothing.. nothing... Hey, can you make your way to class without me for now? I've got something to attend to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayuri: Oh, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Asuka: Need to clean up some mess. See you later okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She climbed on her bike without another word, her head hanging down, long bangs sweeping into her eyes. to anyone else, she seemed calm and indifferent but I knew her better than that.&lt;br /&gt;I could feel her anger radiating from her. Why was she so upset? I mean, I admit that I wasn't too keen on the idea but I still had a whole week to think about it. I watched as she rode away down a different path to the back.&lt;br /&gt;Looking down at my class timetable, I shoved it into my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Physics can wait, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I'm going to follow her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-2604125994536243371?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/2604125994536243371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/2604125994536243371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/2604125994536243371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/decisions.html' title='Decisions.'/><author><name>Sayurichan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10218383201318670315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0eS1inG41o/TbVuFsk86vI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wU5TEi8zq9o/s1600/166338_10150125819436420_694161419_8407754_7790130_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-4741807371757339994</id><published>2009-11-23T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T04:04:01.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sora'/><title type='text'>Confrontation... Sora &amp; Asuka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sora: Seiryu... What a coincidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Asuka: Minami...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her right in front of me... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Seiryu Asuka&lt;/span&gt;... the person I consider my greatest rival and Head of the Prefect Board, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The White Lily Council&lt;/span&gt; , that rivals &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;the Black Rose Society&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Takumi &lt;/span&gt;saw the look in our eyes and quickly jumped in front of me as if he was trying to hold me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Takumi: Don't do anything rash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sora: I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He averted his gaze from mine and set his eyes upon Seiryu's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Takumi: Seiryu-sama, what is it that you want from us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Asuka: I don't want anything from the Council, I just want to talk to Minami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Takumi: I don't think Sora-sama has the time right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sora: Takumi... Stand down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Takumi: But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a step and brushed &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Takumi &lt;/span&gt;to the side and walked towards Seiryu... I know what she wanted to talk about, it's written all over her face. This is somewhat an interesting turn of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sora: Let's talk then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Asuka: Alone... meet me at "the place" in 10 minutes. I'm sure it won't be a problem for someone of your caliber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sora: See you in 10...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The Place&lt;/span&gt;" ... this will be interesting. I smirked as I saw her stormed off onto her bike. Guess she'll need that if she wants to make it there on time. I turned around and saw a worried look on my partner's face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sora: Don't worry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Takumi: That's when I worry the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sora: I'll see you later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked towards the exit, the same exit where Seiryu left. The cost was clear... 10 minutes?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; I'll make it in 5...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I made my way there, passing everyone, thoughts and memories came into my mind. I know what she wanted, she wanted &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sayuri&lt;/span&gt;. It's not like I can do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Why must it be "The Place".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-4741807371757339994?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/4741807371757339994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/confrontation-sora-asuka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/4741807371757339994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/4741807371757339994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/confrontation-sora-asuka.html' title='Confrontation... Sora &amp; Asuka'/><author><name>Grell Sutcliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917026027301465016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3h7Kna9QSNc/S7faPVlCRFI/AAAAAAAAEkU/k1XgRomoxgg/S220/Photo0957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-6922727780436813268</id><published>2009-11-16T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T01:25:20.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rikka'/><title type='text'>Shade</title><content type='html'>After the council meeting I went to my room, which like all the council members was on the top floor of the dorm. My room was, well, dark. The walls were painted to show a forest in darkness and the ceiling had small lights speckled across it to look like stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very personalized, and I had spent a lot of time and money in getting it just right. But it was worth it, this way I had a place where I could feel close to home. Because in this academy everything was so different, and even though I had gotten used to it, there were still times when I missed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down on my bed and stared out of the window, lost in thought. Something pounced onto the bed next to me. My cat Shade. He was my best friend in the academy, with his night black fur and golden eyes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWuzoCnHijY/SwPXDkNb5lI/AAAAAAAAABk/hg5wGSI_t9Y/s1600/Black+Cat+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWuzoCnHijY/SwPXDkNb5lI/AAAAAAAAABk/hg5wGSI_t9Y/s320/Black+Cat+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405400434034337362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stroked his soft fur as he lay down next to me, his purring was a comforting sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rikka: What are they up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shade looked at me knowingly. I sighed and curled up in bed next to him. The setting sun shining through the window and dipping my room in a warm glow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-6922727780436813268?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/6922727780436813268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-council-meeting-i-went-to-my-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/6922727780436813268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/6922727780436813268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-council-meeting-i-went-to-my-room.html' title='Shade'/><author><name>Xelica Cxryillia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605587935975109509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ggnax7b0OWg/TgP2zaY_XuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2HJsK_l9ZyI/s220/Galaxy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWuzoCnHijY/SwPXDkNb5lI/AAAAAAAAABk/hg5wGSI_t9Y/s72-c/Black+Cat+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-5637130508870049278</id><published>2009-11-16T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:45:16.692-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emi'/><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;After &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Taiki&lt;/span&gt; left in his usual dramatic way, I walk over to Sayuri and gently tap her shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sayuri: Huh? Oh... Nawasaki-san..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Emi: So what do you think of the council?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sayuri: Mmm.. it's really nice i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;Emi: So would you think about joining?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;Sayuri: I... don't know. I need to think things over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;Emi: *nods* I understand. It can be a tough decision. Think it over carefully. If you have any questions you can come ask me alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;Sayuri: *smiles* Thank you Emi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I opened the door for her and she walked out, smiling at me before the door shut close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Silence. Everything oh so quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone has now gone out of the Council Room, leaving me alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I quickly gather all the documents and place them in my bag and make my way out the entrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My rose vines gather together as I create stairs guiding me down from the impossibly tall clock tower, though some of the vines start to break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I must tend to my lovely flowers once again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The breeze softly hits my face as I continue to walk to the garden and once there I let my self fall on to the bed of roses and collapse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ever since I could remember I had always loved the smell of flowers, especially roses. I treat them as I would my friend, with genteelness and love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I could relate to them better than the other members. Sure I do value &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rikka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; and her friendship over the years, as a sister though sometimes she can seem to hard headed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; has always looked after us and he took me in when I did not know where to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And there is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Taiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes I worry about him, just as I also worry about everyone else in the council. He just gets in TOO much trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I sit up and glance at the evening sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sayuri&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; I hope she reconsiders to join us. I really wanted something new in the council and she gave me a good feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;One things for sure, this year is going to be full of surprises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-5637130508870049278?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/5637130508870049278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/5637130508870049278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/5637130508870049278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>MidnightxEmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10280064185694337277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMjOt7wqr8Y/S216x42uQlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hYicwZR3Ybo/S220/IMG_1479.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-8531862357449782628</id><published>2009-11-16T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:44:32.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taiki'/><title type='text'>Enter Taiki:Hidden emotions</title><content type='html'>*sigh* really, I just don't understand why those student council idiots hate me so much. Doesn't matter though I hate them too, especially that &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Sora&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: line-through"&gt;MAN DOES HE TICK ME OFF!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Takumi's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;not too bad, he'd be a good guy if he wasn't so loyal to that &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Sora&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rikka&lt;/span&gt; just plain hates me, dunno why. Well at least there's &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Emi&lt;/span&gt;, she seems like a nice enough girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well aside from that &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Sora&lt;/span&gt; invited a human girl over to the council room, (what's her name again?... Sayuri, that's right!) and offered her a place in the Black Rose. &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rikka&lt;/span&gt; was all outraged and angry and what not, I'm thinking she's just jealous though. Well I was all for it, same with &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Emi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but despite it all she declined the offer. Wow. She's got some guts.&lt;br /&gt;Well she's got a week to reconsider so this'll be interesting. She's cute, but I think I like her friend&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Asuka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; better though *smirk*. Much more fun to play around with. Well we'll see how it goes. No harm trying both..&lt;br /&gt;Sayuri was still there, silently waiting by the coffee machine, deep in thought.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to sneak up behind her and hug her but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Emi&lt;/span&gt; shot me a warning glare already.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Maybe next time then.&lt;br /&gt;Well it's just me and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Emi&lt;/span&gt; in the council room right now clearing away the stuff, might as well look for other girls. Or work on my abilities, which ever come's first of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;Taiki: Hey Emi-Chan I'll be going out first, you think you can handle everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Emi: Sure I can handle it, I guess. Where are you going by the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;Taiki: You know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Emi: ~Right~ well ok, don't get into any trouble, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;Taiki: Yeah yeah, you worry too much. See you later Sayuri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't hear me. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I opened the window and looked around. Sayuri was not looking, Emi gave me that look, but whatever, I jumped out the window down to the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-8531862357449782628?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/8531862357449782628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/enter-taikihidden-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/8531862357449782628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/8531862357449782628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/enter-taikihidden-emotions.html' title='Enter Taiki:Hidden emotions'/><author><name>Guide-to-Eternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11348772465242942325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-8161890047526895025</id><published>2009-11-16T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:14:47.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sora'/><title type='text'>Choices...</title><content type='html'>Tension filled the air of the council room. The members had their eyes fixed on Sayuri. I can sense the anger in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rikka's&lt;/span&gt; eyes, the lust in &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Taiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;, the disappointment in &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Emi&lt;/span&gt;. As for &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Takumi&lt;/span&gt; and myself... we were unfazed by the whole event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around the room... I stared at&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt; Takumi&lt;/span&gt; and nodded my head slightly... he understood my message and stood up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Takumi: Sayuri-san.... I am afraid you don't have a choice. The higher ups want you in and we have to follow their orders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayuri: .... I don't think so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rikka: I say let her be... it's the smartest thing she said so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Emi: But it would be more fun if you did join us Sayu-chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rikka: No it would not... she would just ruin everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Taiki: Calm down Rikka-chan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rikka: YOU SHUT UP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tension was building... &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Chaos filled the room&lt;/span&gt;... Now it was &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Takumi&lt;/span&gt; looking at me... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Sora: Enough.... This has gone far enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rikka: but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Sora: I said enough. Rikka... we'll talk about this later&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I divert my gaze towards her... &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;she was slightly trembling&lt;/span&gt;... her hands clutched closely together... I walked towards her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Sora: You don't have to decide now... but I do want an answer from you... I'll give you a week. Think about it... Black Rose has many benefits, it might even help you with whatever you are looking for. Think about it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayuri: ... but I -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rikka: Sora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Sora: Let's go Takumi... Emi, show our guest out. Meeting adjourned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We walked out the door, down the hall, and took the elevator down... when the door opened. I looked in front of me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Sora: Seiryu... what a coincidence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;Asuka: Minami...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-8161890047526895025?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/8161890047526895025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/8161890047526895025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/8161890047526895025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/choices.html' title='Choices...'/><author><name>Grell Sutcliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917026027301465016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3h7Kna9QSNc/S7faPVlCRFI/AAAAAAAAEkU/k1XgRomoxgg/S220/Photo0957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-1657538076875334723</id><published>2009-11-15T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:44:44.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sayuri'/><title type='text'>Ash black rose, will you lead me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;I looked at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Asuka&lt;/span&gt;, who was rigid and I wondered why she was so nervous. It couldn't be that bad right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;I mean, the council was what ran the school and the school was the most famous one in the whole of Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;I jumped as I heard a voice echo from the darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;Takumi: Are you Sayuri Outori from class 1-B?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Sayuri: Ah... yeah that's me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;Takumi: Come this way.. the council is waiting for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Sayuri: Well... bye then Asuka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;Asuka: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both;" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_203636801419_694161419_4632898_2169244_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_203636801419_694161419_4632898_2169244_n.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;I turned around and followed &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Takumi&lt;/span&gt; into the darkness of the student council room. I blinked hard once and then was greeted by the members sitting in sofas around a table. I recognized &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rikka&lt;/span&gt;(who shot me a glare) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Emi&lt;/span&gt; (who waved from the coffee machine). I saw a guy to my right, who winked at me. I shivered. Something about him was... odd. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Takumi&lt;/span&gt; sat down and looked at me with a serious expression on his face. He moved stealthily, like a shadow. Then I turned to the last person and my heart skipped a beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;He was handsome, so devastatingly handsome with his dark eyes, mess of black hair and the eyes held such ferocity, such power within them that you couldn't help but be drawn closer and closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Rikka: Hah, what a stupid girl. She's just like the others, openly staring at Sora-sama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;Takumi: You were like that once Rikka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;Rikka: S-sh-SHUT UP TAKUMI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;Takumi: You started it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;Sora: If you two are done bickering, we should start. Sayuri-san, do you know why you are here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Sayuri: No...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;Emi: You're one of us now! Part of the student council!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Sayuri: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;What? Part of the student council? But I haven't even been here for 24 hours yet and I'm part of the student council? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;Takumi: Your role will be the guardian of Sora-sama. You will serve his needs, and protect him from any dangers as well as do any job he tells you to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;Rikka: WHAT?! How could y-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;Takumi: You will also be in all his classes but you can still stay at your dorm if you choose to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;Emi: Isn't it exciting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;Taiki: Hmm.. this will be fun *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;Sora: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Sayuri: WAIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;Takumi: ... yes Sayuri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Sayuri: w..why me? I only just arrived and I don't know anything about the student council..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;Takumi: We are only following orders. The higher ups have chosen you for special reasons... i'm sure you are aware of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;I was shocked. They knew about my past? And my abilities? So they were using me as a tool? I glanced at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sora&lt;/span&gt; who was staring at me, though his eyes were emotionless and cold. I had to be by his side? How could I, when I didn't even know him! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rikka&lt;/span&gt; was giving me a death glare. I didn't want to be somewhere where I was hated either. I took a deep breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both;" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs001.snc3/10853_205110321419_694161419_4650878_4277272_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs001.snc3/10853_205110321419_694161419_4650878_4277272_n.jpg" width="214" border="0" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Sayuri: I'm sorry but i'm going to have to decline....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-1657538076875334723?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/1657538076875334723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/ash-black-rose-will-you-lead-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/1657538076875334723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/1657538076875334723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/ash-black-rose-will-you-lead-me.html' title='Ash black rose, will you lead me?'/><author><name>Sayurichan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10218383201318670315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0eS1inG41o/TbVuFsk86vI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wU5TEi8zq9o/s1600/166338_10150125819436420_694161419_8407754_7790130_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-5476090648866858279</id><published>2009-11-15T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:44:52.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asuka'/><title type='text'>Delivering to hell</title><content type='html'>Cheh. I knew this would happen the moment she stepped through the gates of this cursed academy. Those bloody council members, what are they up to this time?&lt;br /&gt;I'm in no mood for games. If they dare do anything to Sayuri, im going to kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I had no choice but to acompany my best friend to the gate of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Asuka: Be careful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayuri: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Asuka: You'll find out soon enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had arrived at the clock tower, I stopped a short way away, watching the door nervously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-5476090648866858279?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/5476090648866858279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/5476090648866858279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/5476090648866858279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheh.html' title='Delivering to hell'/><author><name>Xarbisan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08957306976548794177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--mDp-RYX7NA/TgDvDr9dSjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xPUbRKogzw8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-15%2Bat%2B21.57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-8837659274156965242</id><published>2009-11-12T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T01:25:35.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sora'/><title type='text'>Gathering of the Gods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The weather was cold, the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Sakura blossoms&lt;/span&gt; are still falling... a sign of spring. The members gathered at the top of the clock tower one by one. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rikka&lt;/span&gt; was already there and she was still busying questioning me.... *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3h7Kna9QSNc/Svw--uIC9DI/AAAAAAAAECY/7biNtxufH7I/s1600-h/10853_205110231419_694161419_4650864_7979694_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403262900192343090" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3h7Kna9QSNc/Svw--uIC9DI/AAAAAAAAECY/7biNtxufH7I/s320/10853_205110231419_694161419_4650864_7979694_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Takumi: Rikka... if you are done with your questions, I think it's time we begin our 1st meeting of the semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rikka: We'll talk later Sora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Takumi: *ahem* Let us begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sora: Takumi...If you please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Royal Academy&lt;/span&gt;'s school year is divided into&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; 3 semesters&lt;/span&gt; and for every start of the semester, we have a general meeting where the members are given their new jobs of the semester. Takumi usually handles the planning and I trust his judgment enough, and I hope he gives a job easy enough for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yamada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to handle. He better not screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For this semester, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Takumi&lt;/span&gt; will be incharged of the school festival with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yamada&lt;/span&gt; as his drag around slave. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Emi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rikka&lt;/span&gt; will as always organize the Prom. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My job is always the same... Take care of the students, help with the activities, lead the team... the usual&lt;/span&gt;. Things never change. I sat on my chair listening to everyone presenting their statements. The meeting was about to draw to it's close, it's my turn....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sora: Alright... I guess that's about everything. As always... i expect results. Now... we have something important to address... We're going to have a new member join us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rikka: I knew this would happen... why are you doing this Sora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sora: It's not for me to decide Rikka... the higher ups already decided her fate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rikka: ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you now what we are... this is unacceptable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Emi: I think it will be fun to have a new member&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sora: She will be here soon.... Takumi... is everything ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Takumi: Yes Sora-sama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Everything was in place... the decision has been made. As much as I hate this... I can't do anything. It seems the higher ups know something I don't. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll play along for now&lt;/span&gt;... It's almost time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-8837659274156965242?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/8837659274156965242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/gathering-of-gods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/8837659274156965242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/8837659274156965242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/gathering-of-gods.html' title='Gathering of the Gods'/><author><name>Grell Sutcliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917026027301465016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3h7Kna9QSNc/S7faPVlCRFI/AAAAAAAAEkU/k1XgRomoxgg/S220/Photo0957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3h7Kna9QSNc/Svw--uIC9DI/AAAAAAAAECY/7biNtxufH7I/s72-c/10853_205110231419_694161419_4650864_7979694_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-2958371346991861343</id><published>2009-11-11T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:45:44.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rikka'/><title type='text'>Rikka POV: So many questions.</title><content type='html'>I couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;What was &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sora&lt;/span&gt; thinking, inviting a human to a council meeting, even worse, a girl like her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the invite I went straight to the council room, taking &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Emi&lt;/span&gt; with me, it wasn't right for her to hang out with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sora&lt;/span&gt; was there, lazily sitting in his chair, flipping a pen through his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Rikka: What the hell are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sora: Nothing you need to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Rikka: Stop being so annoying! You know exactly what I mean!&amp;nbsp;What are you up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sora: You know me well enough to trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Rikka: That's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; what I'm worried about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_205125966419_694161419_4651072_5750763_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_205125966419_694161419_4651072_5750763_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept staring at him but he just went back into writing in the damn council log. I knew I wouldn't be able to get him to tell me more. He would tell us, when he wanted to. I just sat down on the couch, and glanced out of the window while the rest of the members just lounged around doing their own thing. &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Emi&lt;/span&gt; had gone to get us all drinks.&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; Takumi&lt;/span&gt; had called us here for a meeting before 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Sayuri&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Asuka&lt;/span&gt; walking through the garden, it didn't help cheer me up at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-2958371346991861343?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/2958371346991861343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-couldnt-believe-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/2958371346991861343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/2958371346991861343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-couldnt-believe-it.html' title='Rikka POV: So many questions.'/><author><name>Xelica Cxryillia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605587935975109509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ggnax7b0OWg/TgP2zaY_XuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2HJsK_l9ZyI/s220/Galaxy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-3247285798259600130</id><published>2009-11-11T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:45:57.833-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sayuri'/><title type='text'>Day ticking away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;After unpacking all my stuff, Asuka explained everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She told me about the student council, and about every single member of the council. I was stunned after the long talk and had to take a shower and ponder upon everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Soon after, I got changed. Pulling on my usual black tank top and red plaid skirt, I was fastening my boots when I remembered the gun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Asuka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; had given me. She'd gone off earlier than me and had gone out to get my schedule for me. I took the gun and studied it closely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;It was a vampire hunter gun where it changes light energy into a compressed form of light that it shot out. Similar to a bullet. Only the top hunters carried these weapons. They were expensive to make and hard to use. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thank god I trained using these before... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;I looked at my new companion that I knew would keep me safe. I thought about it and I wanted to give it a name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs001.snc3/10853_205134356419_694161419_4651138_300593_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs001.snc3/10853_205134356419_694161419_4651138_300593_n.jpg" border="0" height="320" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(207, 226, 243);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Sayuri: I dub thee...Kaen Tenshi, Angel's Flame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kaen seemed to shine for a split second as though acknowledging it's new name. I shoved it into my bag and I looked out of the window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Asuka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; said that she'd meet me behind the sports centre. Where on earth was that? I left the dormitory and went out. I wandered around for a bit and ended up in the garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;I saw a single girl tending to some beautiful roses all by herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_203614956419_694161419_4632453_2139338_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_203614956419_694161419_4632453_2139338_n.jpg" border="0" height="320" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(207, 226, 243);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Sayuri: Excuse me, where is the sports centre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Emi: It's just around the corner up the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(207, 226, 243);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sayuri: Ah! Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;I followed her direction but couldn't help glancing back. This girl's aura... forget it. I looked around and was lost again and it actually took me half an hour to finally find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Asuka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; However, she was sitting with the girl I had previously asked directions from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(207, 226, 243);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sayuri: Asuka! Sorry, couldn't find the w.. Oh hello again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Emi: *smiles* Hello. You must be the new girl. My name is Emi. We met just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Asuka: Hmph...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs001.snc3/10853_205110236419_694161419_4650865_4225333_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs001.snc3/10853_205110236419_694161419_4650865_4225333_n.jpg" border="0" height="320" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;I recalled what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Asuka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; said before as I sat down in between them. So this was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Emi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;. The treasurer of the student council. She didn't seem to be that bad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Asuka: And where there is smoke, there is fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(207, 226, 243);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sayuri: What do you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Asuka: Heh. Look who finally joined us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;I looked up to see a beautiful, startlingly beautiful girl stand in front of us. She seemed foreign with her long blonde hair and electrifying blue eyes. Dressed all in black, she sent chills down my spine with her cold demeanor and aura. What sent shivers through my body was the intense glare she fixed upon me and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Asuka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Asuka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;seemed unfazed as though this was a normal thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_203615036419_694161419_4632466_8000012_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_203615036419_694161419_4632466_8000012_n.jpg" border="0" height="213" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was filled with such hatred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;"This must be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rikka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;" I thought. The chilling, yet beautiful secretary of the student council. Looks like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Asuka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; wasn't joking when she said she was 'icy.' I wouldn't look forward to it if I had to ever fight her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rikka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; sneered at me, her lips curled up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rikka: So you're the new girl then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(159, 197, 232);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sayuri: ...yes..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rikka: Hah. I don't see why Sora-sama is so worried about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(207, 226, 243);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sayuri: Excuse me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Emi: Rikka! Don't be so rude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rikka: Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Asuka: Why? Just leave everyone alone, will you? No one can stand you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rikka: Well we're going. Let's go Emi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_205099646419_694161419_4650739_3647325_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_205099646419_694161419_4650739_3647325_n.jpg" border="0" height="320" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was stunned. Is this how the student council members were like? Why couldn't everybody just get along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;While &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Emi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rikka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; argued, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Asuka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; just snorted in sarcastic amusement and passed me 2 pieces of paper. One was my timetable and the other was a letter, written in black ink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENLdZK0dmHg/SvqMR3DoPKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/u2uaodfrPjY/s1600-h/letter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENLdZK0dmHg/SvqMR3DoPKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/u2uaodfrPjY/s320/letter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(207, 226, 243);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Sayuri: An invitation to the 'Black Rose Society'? What's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Asuka: What are you up to now, you leeches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rikka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Emi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; just stared at the letter in my hand in shock as though they recognized it. In an instant, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rikka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;grabbed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Emi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; and stalked off, visibly angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Emi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; smiled at me apologetically before she was yanked around the corner and out of sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;All I could say really was... huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-3247285798259600130?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/3247285798259600130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-gone-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/3247285798259600130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/3247285798259600130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-gone-past.html' title='Day ticking away.'/><author><name>Sayurichan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10218383201318670315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0eS1inG41o/TbVuFsk86vI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wU5TEi8zq9o/s1600/166338_10150125819436420_694161419_8407754_7790130_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENLdZK0dmHg/SvqMR3DoPKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/u2uaodfrPjY/s72-c/letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-1223203250176192387</id><published>2009-11-10T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:29:39.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sora'/><title type='text'>A New Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I closed the book where I wrote the entry of my log. I cast a spell on the book and placed a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver; font-size: 100%;"&gt;curse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;on it. A seal that only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Takumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; and I knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3h7Kna9QSNc/Svou3bSrnJI/AAAAAAAAECA/1ewpv9JYZF4/s1600-h/10853_205099691419_694161419_4650744_2741294_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402682232738126994" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3h7Kna9QSNc/Svou3bSrnJI/AAAAAAAAECA/1ewpv9JYZF4/s320/10853_205099691419_694161419_4650744_2741294_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Sora: There.... It's locked. Takumi. Put this away will you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Takumi: Yes, Sora-sama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Sora: Takumi, I told you not to add the -sama when we are outside Council Gatherings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Takumi: ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located in the heart of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Royal Academy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;,The school's clock tower overlooks the entire campus. Inside the tower, the whole layout, that is where the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Black Rose Council Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; was located. I looked out towards the grounds from the top of the tower, from my office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3h7Kna9QSNc/Svou3h48CFI/AAAAAAAAECI/Ja_Fd3YGXf8/s1600-h/10853_205110256419_694161419_4650868_1734018_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402682234509199442" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3h7Kna9QSNc/Svou3h48CFI/AAAAAAAAECI/Ja_Fd3YGXf8/s320/10853_205110256419_694161419_4650868_1734018_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;It was just like any other morning. The students were rushing into the school grounds, meeting up with their friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-size: 100%;"&gt; Emi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;was by the flower garden tending to her roses, while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 100%;"&gt; Rikka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;was with her under the Sakura tree with a good book. I sneered once I saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Yamada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; trying to get his paws on another girl.... Everything was the same, peaceful and boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3h7Kna9QSNc/Svou3_YavvI/AAAAAAAAECQ/6P54lxvcJl0/s1600-h/10853_205125926419_694161419_4651066_4154551_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402682242425863922" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3h7Kna9QSNc/Svou3_YavvI/AAAAAAAAECQ/6P54lxvcJl0/s320/10853_205125926419_694161419_4651066_4154551_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I turned my direction towards the school gate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Seiryu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;.... with the new student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Sora: Takumi... Gather the members&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Takumi: Hai... Sora-sama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Just like the shadow, he was gone. Looks like I was right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 100%;"&gt;It's going to be one hell of a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-1223203250176192387?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/1223203250176192387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/1223203250176192387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/1223203250176192387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-dawn.html' title='A New Dawn'/><author><name>Grell Sutcliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917026027301465016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3h7Kna9QSNc/S7faPVlCRFI/AAAAAAAAEkU/k1XgRomoxgg/S220/Photo0957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3h7Kna9QSNc/Svou3bSrnJI/AAAAAAAAECA/1ewpv9JYZF4/s72-c/10853_205099691419_694161419_4650744_2741294_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-941749517381530997</id><published>2009-11-10T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:46:11.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sayuri'/><title type='text'>Diary Entry by Sayuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="margin-bottom: 1em; float: left; clear: left; margin-right: 1em;" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_205099716419_694161419_4650746_2802981_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_205099716419_694161419_4650746_2802981_n.jpg" width="214" border="0" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:medium;"  &gt;Well... while &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Asuka&lt;/span&gt; is asleep I'll try and write something. Today was a strange.. STRANGE day to sum it all up really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Asuka&lt;/span&gt; was waiting for me at the entrance gate. After alot of hugging and crying (i'm not allowed to post those photos or Asuka will murder me in my sleep)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So while going into the academy, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Asuka&lt;/span&gt; stopped me for a while and handed me a shotgun and told me to hide it somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"You'll need it" She said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="margin-bottom: 1em; float: left; clear: left; margin-right: 1em;" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_205099751419_694161419_4650753_2911157_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_205099751419_694161419_4650753_2911157_n.jpg" width="212" border="0" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was so confused. Why would I need a vampire hunter weapon.. INSIDE of an Academy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"What is this for?" I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"This is for you." She replied calmly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"What are you talking about?" I was so confused and worried. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Asuka's&lt;/span&gt; normally sarcastic tone was serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"You'll see when you meet them.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She was so confusing. Meet who? I was about to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;However, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Asuka&lt;/span&gt; motioned me to be quiet and glanced pointedly at the students walking around us, happily chatting so I kept my question in my head as we silently walked to our dorm room. What on earth is she talking about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Whatever this was, it was a secret. And I wasn't sure if I wanted to know about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tell you more after unpacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-Outori Sayuri-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-941749517381530997?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/941749517381530997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-entry-by-sayuri_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/941749517381530997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/941749517381530997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-entry-by-sayuri_10.html' title='Diary Entry by Sayuri'/><author><name>Sayurichan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10218383201318670315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0eS1inG41o/TbVuFsk86vI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wU5TEi8zq9o/s1600/166338_10150125819436420_694161419_8407754_7790130_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-2721855465363103569</id><published>2009-11-09T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:46:32.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sora'/><title type='text'>Council Entry #1 : Minami Sora</title><content type='html'>I really don't want to write this, but &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Takumi&lt;/span&gt; said it would be good for me to record the happenings of the Council. He said it will be a way to calm me down if I ever feel like killing someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Rose Society has been in this academy ever since the academy first started. We at Black Rose are a group that keeps the rules of the academy. Power and Grace is what drives us and a sense of justice is what we swore to uphold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The members are selected by the higher ups of the academy due to their grades, abilities and "unique-ness" to the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yamada Taiki&lt;/span&gt; is the newest member to join the Council. Although I voiced my opinions to the higher up, I have no choice by to accept him into our ring... but I won't trust him. He claims to be an excellent swordsman as well as a gentleman. I would love to see him go against Takumi in a fair fight. That would be a quick 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nawasaka Emi&lt;/span&gt;... the youngest female member of the council. The gem of the Council fitting to hold the finances that come in to us. She annoys me with her cheerful-ness, but she does take good care of me. I trust her with my life, but Emi, you still annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden within all that beauty, one cannot help but shiver within the presence our Secretary, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Konmari Rikka&lt;/span&gt;. Her deathly aura send shivers down my spine, as it once warmed my heart. The cold heart is what draws me to her "colorful" personality. I know her since childhood, and I can tell that she does not trust &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yamada&lt;/span&gt; as well. I guess &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Emi&lt;/span&gt; has to calm more than one person now, the task used to be mine in the past but that was an old fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person is next. A person I would give my life to as he has once given his to mine, but that is the past and I do not wish to disclose that matter here. He is the only one in the Council that I will truly trust with every fiber of my being. He is my right hand, my shadow and my best friend... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kendo Takumi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for the introductions. The school term has just begun. I have a feeling that this year will be one hell of a year. I'll have to ask Takumi to structure a new order for the term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... before I forget. I am the President of the Black Rose... Yours truly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-Minami Sora-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_203615031419_694161419_4632465_2794949_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_203615031419_694161419_4632465_2794949_n.jpg" width="400" height="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-2721855465363103569?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/2721855465363103569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/council-entry-1-minami-sora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/2721855465363103569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/2721855465363103569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/council-entry-1-minami-sora.html' title='Council Entry #1 : Minami Sora'/><author><name>Grell Sutcliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917026027301465016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3h7Kna9QSNc/S7faPVlCRFI/AAAAAAAAEkU/k1XgRomoxgg/S220/Photo0957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-5980228291549548086</id><published>2009-11-09T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:46:11.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sayuri'/><title type='text'>Diary Entry by Sayuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENLdZK0dmHg/SviMfmP6ROI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vMaTzKagCms/s1600-h/IMG_3993.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENLdZK0dmHg/SviMfmP6ROI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vMaTzKagCms/s200/IMG_3993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Today is my first day of entering the new academy. I've been kept back at the Vampire Hunters Association safe house until today. They've finally deemed me fit to go out into the world. I really don't see the problem. I've been training for the past 5 years. I can almost swear that I'm better than &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Asuka&lt;/span&gt; herself... but I guess the association had their reasons? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;In any case, I'm glad to see &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Asuka&lt;/span&gt; again. It's been a while since we saw each other. Let's just say that we've both been busy and haven't kept in touch often &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: right; MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; CLEAR: right" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENLdZK0dmHg/SviN5TovHwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dhYQK4y9a6U/s1600-h/IMG_4008.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENLdZK0dmHg/SviN5TovHwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dhYQK4y9a6U/s200/IMG_4008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Asuka Seiryu&lt;/span&gt; is my best friend. We've been together since I last remember and I don't remember much. Apparently she was the first person to find me. She says I was lying in a pool of blood yet I didn't have a scratch mark on me. That might be because of my "special" skills. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ah i've arrived here. Will write more tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;~Sayuri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-5980228291549548086?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/5980228291549548086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-entry-by-sayuri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/5980228291549548086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/5980228291549548086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-entry-by-sayuri.html' title='Diary Entry by Sayuri'/><author><name>Sayurichan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10218383201318670315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0eS1inG41o/TbVuFsk86vI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wU5TEi8zq9o/s1600/166338_10150125819436420_694161419_8407754_7790130_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENLdZK0dmHg/SviMfmP6ROI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vMaTzKagCms/s72-c/IMG_3993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6456563962419352334.post-6359030509298122263</id><published>2009-11-09T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:46:46.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrator'/><title type='text'>One cold night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_203615026419_694161419_4632464_7231092_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10853_203615026419_694161419_4632464_7231092_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Ouritsu "Royale" Academy is a prestigious and famous academy for students in Japan. They are run by the student council, who are&amp;nbsp;rumored&amp;nbsp;to be made up of the most perfect, powerful, untouchable students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;They run the school, they own the school and they hold incredible power over the students. The students look up to them, the teacher respects them and the rest of the world can only look in wistfully from a distance beyond the iron-wrought gates of the academy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;The students live a happy life, oblivious to the dark matters happening around them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;But all that is about to change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENLdZK0dmHg/SvgyzCV7BJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JXSlS3eNZn0/s1600-h/IMG_4094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENLdZK0dmHg/SvgyzCV7BJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JXSlS3eNZn0/s320/IMG_4094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;There is&amp;nbsp;something coming&amp;nbsp;that will stir up the darkness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6456563962419352334-6359030509298122263?l=kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/feeds/6359030509298122263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-cold-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/6359030509298122263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6456563962419352334/posts/default/6359030509298122263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuroibarakusai.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-cold-night.html' title='One cold night.'/><author><name>Sayurichan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10218383201318670315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0eS1inG41o/TbVuFsk86vI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wU5TEi8zq9o/s1600/166338_10150125819436420_694161419_8407754_7790130_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENLdZK0dmHg/SvgyzCV7BJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JXSlS3eNZn0/s72-c/IMG_4094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
