Did you really think I'd fight for you?

... clings to So pretty~~ o3o

Fri, 03 Aug 2012 11:54:00 -0400

*Shoves anon harshly away hoping s/he falls down a flight of stairs before walking away annoyed*

[ Hey everyone! Just dropping by to say I know I’ve been inactive and everything and I...

Thu, 02 Aug 2012 19:43:57 -0400

[ Hey everyone! Just dropping by to say I know I’ve been inactive and everything and I haven’t been the best mun around and I’ve been busy but I still know that’s not an excuse. OTL

BUT, if you wanna have a thread I’m now open and I will be active and IC on Waki more! I might be a little on and off the next few weeks or so with school being so close and yearly preparations and such but I’ll try my best!

Just wanted to say I still love you guys and I have you all in mind, alwaaaays ♥

Aaaaand thank you for putting up with me vgbhn ]

Note. ♚ Sender: Tensa.

Mon, 16 Jul 2012 01:23:34 -0400

Once again, her mask was folded and put away in a drawer by this time of night. She gently lifted her hair and tied a cloth around her mouth and neck and laid on the thick carpet in the middle of her dorm. Pens, papers, pocket knives and assignments thrown around her. Her door locked along with the windows. Everything covered indefinitely she wore a lose shirt, to large for her petite figure. Loosely coming over her wrists and over the line of her waist. She picked up the journal she had disregarded since her last time here. Swiftly taking the ink pen to the bare, crisp page. Missing the quiet more with each passing day ever since she came back to the school— that to her amazement managed to be even louder then before— she never had those long minutes to hours she missed.

though tuneless, stringless, it lies there in dust,

like some great thought on a forgotten page;

the soul of music cannot fade or rust, -

the voice within it stronger grows with age;

its strings and bow are only trifling things -

a master-touch! - its sweet soul wakes and sings————- }

Before the female spirit could take a glance at the following line she heard a soft, swift noise break through. On high alert at that sound she lifted herself from the floor and checked every source, she found herself at the front door. A single sheet of paper with neat cursive— a note left to her.

She narrowed her eyes at the clear ink as she read each line thoroughly.

Was this really his lame excuse at trying to tease her? Really, he couldn’t make it more obvious he was looking for something to gain from this charade he was pulling. She was aware of the event and knew neither of two had any intention of going. Why send her this? If he didn’t care as much as he said then what was the point?

More so he added the last line. Did she not make it clear that she did not want to see him at all? That burning his limbs off and encasing him in a shallow pool of acid and watch him swim till he choked was far favorable to her?

Ah, now she understood.

He just wants an excuse to pass up this note as an ‘I tried’ card to be able to go the event without people or the opposite sex at his throat. Most likely think since she loathed him as much as she said she would pass this as a useless trial an error. But, if there was one thing he proved through this act was just how amusing he could prove himself to be. And if there was thing she hated more than losing or himself was boredom.

Boredom in the hands of the zanpakto spirit of one of the eldest and powerful shinigami was never a good thing. It even proved to be quiet deadly to others.

Well.. you wasted my time, why don’t I return the favor?

Well, that will do for now. The students attending would be out the door in the mourning. And it seems she had some late night packing to care of at the last minute.

tensa-zangetsu: ” ‘out run’ , really. I’d like to see you try it. It’s pretty funny if you would...

Sun, 15 Jul 2012 00:02:03 -0400

tensa-zangetsu:

” ‘out run’ , really. I’d like to see you try it. It’s pretty funny if you would ask me. ” Not bothering with the sudden lack of distance, the spirit simply erased the written content and silently grabbed the female’s hand and forcing it to open its palm, and placed the white board on top of it to hold.

” And such a pity for you not to use your voice…. again. Don’t you think so? “

Her eyes never lost focus from his - rather wishing the boy in front of her would burst into flames if it wasn’t a such a childish wish. Childish and quiet cruel to think of him burning at a stake. Bone dry, a completely foreign feeling opposed to his sickening over speculated inner world.

She felt her hand ripped from her side harshly as the pain stabbed the middle of her wrist making her tendons twitch and open by force. She wouldn’t admit to anything the other said, and what was funny was how the brat was never taken up on that offer before. Of course she would. But—

Oh I’m going to need to stab him deeper this time.

Her hand twined rapidly slapping his hand away as she summoned her shikai version in less than seconds. Much less, in fact. The board being thrown the side without thought. Her free hand pressed against his chest wrapping around the side of his— shirt ripping the buttons off as she hit him forcefully skin on skin. She punched his back flat against the hall of the corridor, her blade under his neck sharply like the time before.

Much deeper.

tensa-zangetsu: Bored blue eyes stared at the mercilessly kicked piece of white board the female...

Fri, 13 Jul 2012 17:21:04 -0400

tensa-zangetsu:

Bored blue eyes stared at the mercilessly kicked piece of white board the female carried around her all the time as it practically flew towards his feet. Bending down, the young, midnight black-haired spirit silently read the carefully written content. A full minute passed by as the male thought of a response, and a simple response he wrote.

Slender fingers picked up the board and wiped off the written words with his sleeves, his pale hand turning up to grab the tousled pen and with delicate strokes, the spirit wrote out his reply. Not bothering to ‘kick’ it back to her direction, Tensa called her to turn around and trust her sharp eyes to read his written reply in such distance.

neither.

” I wonder why you thought of this as a challenge. You think I would want to engage in such a deal with you, then? I am just merely stating that whether you like it or not, you are bound to see us everyday, you can’t escape that. “

She impatiently wore an unaffected expression as he took his time to mull over his response to her’s. Sixty seconds, in counting. Perfectly timed by the female spirit as she resisted flashing by his side and reading it as slowly stained the board in black ahead of time. She did not resemble the flowers she took of care of in any way, she was not one to wait for it to rain or for the sun to come out at all. When he finally stopped, his change of position caught her attention once more as sea blue met deep emerald. Her eyes darted across the reflective surface. Lazily observing other. A simple answer. If you could it one, that is. It was neither one she offered.

She shunpo’d to his side. Already bored with the play on distance. She stood in front of him, two feet at best. She didn’t even snatch the board from his hand. Wakizashi wiped the previous word off indifferently and wrote as he held it up by the two opposite corners. Too impatient— and it seemed that his response struck a nerve. One she didn’t like being stepped upon.

She let go of the bored once she had finished. Letting him turn it upside down if he pleased.

Did you think that statement

through, or not? You said I

couldn’t run away from you.

Not everyone. That’s inevitable.

But I’m sure if I could out run

you if I please.

tensa-zangetsu: Obvious irritation adorned the female zanpakuto spirit’s face. It was plain obvious...

Fri, 13 Jul 2012 16:22:36 -0400

tensa-zangetsu:

Obvious irritation adorned the female zanpakuto spirit’s face. It was plain obvious as day that he wasn’t the best of people the lavender-haired would want to… associate herself with. Such theory became evident when the girl shoved herself past him a little bit too hard. His relaxed stature toppled slightly as he uncrossed his arms and turned to stare at the retreating figure.

” Ignoring me, huh? Ignore all you want, Wakizashi. You’re bound to cross paths with us at some point anyways. You can’t escape me forever. “

Wakizashi had no intention to continuing this conversation. She did not favor his presence at all. In fact she found his motives quiet bothersome, really. Fairly young in reality, much younger than the centuries she had been around with her wielder. Yes he had the speed and precision she ~~lacked~~ but he wasn’t as ‘wise beyond his years’ as he would lead others to assume by the way he tried to carry himself. Ignorant, bratty, and impatient. One mind set: protect. She had a double in one: win. Win and you get to go home alive. Win each game, even the ones you didn’t design yourself. Now, she would understand his determination if he were trying to win the game she played. Not many caught on to such a thing and it was surprising that even though he had, that still wasn’t his motive. He just wanted to know because she wouldn’t let him know— what was going on around him or what she thinking when matched with a blank stare. His childish responses proving to be bemusing and she earnestly found no effort in her to continue this charade as the sound of her feet echoed on marble.

‘They’re always bound to come back’ move. That was pathetic.

But his next words did spark interest in lavender haired student.

“You can’t escape me forever.”

Hm? Was this a proposal? She could out run him all she wanted. That was her play. She swiftly took out her white board as the black marker scribbled her response. She turned out with an unchanging expression as she laid the board on the marble and kicked it to far end of the hallway as a small thud told her it landed by his feet. Her eyebrow slightly jerked as he looked downwards.

Is that a challenge

or a request?

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Wed, 11 Jul 2012 21:31:37 -0400

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Wed, 11 Jul 2012 21:26:00 -0400

tensa-zangetsu: silentwakizashi started following you He slowly stretched his arms as the sweet...

Wed, 11 Jul 2012 21:18:44 -0400

tensa-zangetsu:

silentwakizashi started following you

He slowly stretched his arms as the sweet sound of the bell rang across the campus— signalling the end of classes for that day. With actual enthusiasm motivating him for the first time in 24 hours, the raven-haired spirit quietly strode out of the room and kneaded his own path amongst the sea of senior highschool students. That is— until his peripheral vision had passed by class 3-C, stopping in his tracks to completely focus on the mass of familiar lavender hair sitting silently at the edge of the empty room- near the window.

” I didn’t hear you were coming back. ” By casually leaning his back against the open doorframe, Tensa crossed his arms and turned to stare at the only person present inside the classroom.

Wakizashi’s eyes darted across the broad room as the students began to dispel. Picking up their belongings in a hurry as the whispering conversation turned into a loud fog of laughing and chatter around her. She sighed silently as she waited for the classroom to empty before she began to pack up her materials. She quiet liked taking her time to move from one place to another. Especially after the last bell. The teachers for those periods also wanted to leave in a hurry as well, and never bothered to worry about her. She didn’t look like a rebel at all. A little scary to some but she didn’t give off that type of air very often. Much like her wielder, Wakizashi was very slow moving when it came to personal tasks. She was the speed and accuracy of his sword but it doesn’t mean she had to be like that all the time. Wakizashi put her white board in her bag then hung it over her shoulder. Looking over her shoulder out the window. Not a cloud in sight. She wondered if her small garden had been kept up since she left the academy. Her hands swiftly on the surface of her desk as she began to get up, only to sit back down as her eyes rolled unconsciously. She shut them tightly momentarily as she heard that wonderfully annoying voice once more.

She refused to give Tensa any verbal response. Not after the night in the wine lab. Honestly, when she almost stabbed him in the neck with her shikai a girl would think he would take a goddamn hint.

The lavender haired spirit lift her seat silently. Her face calm and expressionless under her mask that she still decided to keep. She walked towards to door and didn’t stop to avoid hitting her shoulder against the raven’s. With more force that she.. intended to. Leaving without a word, as usual. Now she only waited to see if he would chase after her due to his obnoxious curiosity or not. But she wouldn’t bet money on him leaving her alone either.

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Wed, 11 Jul 2012 21:18:40 -0400

[ I REALLY MISS YOU ALL BUT I HAVEN’T SLEPT IN LIKE MORE THAN 24 HOURS SO WHOEVER WANTS TO...

Sat, 07 Jul 2012 11:27:58 -0400

[ I REALLY MISS YOU ALL BUT I HAVEN’T SLEPT IN LIKE MORE THAN 24 HOURS SO WHOEVER WANTS TO HAVE A THREAD OR SOMETHING HIT ME UP AND I’LL GET BACK TO YOU WHEN I’M COHERENT

omg i really did miss you all cfvgbhnj— ♥

BI okay now back to being IC and adorable all of you nothing to see here ooc posts are bad things but I just needed this to be said okay now back to other things you cuties shoo ]

tensa-zangetsu: He could feel the uneasiness in the chilly air...

Tue, 20 Mar 2012 22:59:55 -0400

tensa-zangetsu:

He could feel the uneasiness in the chilly air as the other reverted back to her eerie quietness. Her actions slowly shifted into slow, careful movements.

Battle. She was getting ready for battle.

Why, because he accidentally heard her voice?

All this curious pondering went to a abrupt halt as something cool and silver instantly went down his chin- dangerously close to his throat. In the blink of an eye, crystal blue eyes met mysterious lavender ones. Her visible iris turning into a slit, piercing him to his end. Too intent on killing him. But his meticulous orbs skips no detail. Contradiction. A clash of feelings. Betrayal to one’s self.

What are these faint things that he sees?

As if he was batting a mere stick, he slowly raised his right hand and simply touched the dull side of her sword, sliding it away from his neck.

” What are you so enraged, about, Wakizashi? That I got to hear your voice without your consent? “

She only knew how to pull her sword with the intention to kill, or to harm, or to protect. Nothing more and nothing less. Obedient was not a word, being pushed was more accurate. She froze. He only pushed back the blade. Steadily, not even fazed. She just looked. She didn’t know why. She couldn’t tell if she was offended that he touched Katen Kyokotsu or he was not bothered by her move. Speaking to her in such a matter-of-fact way. Wasn’t it obvious?

He could see it.

Did he really think she was going to respond after he’s heard her?

She heard he was wise, but now she was convinced he was the dull part of blade. Or he was damn good at keep a cool demeanor.

His voice smooth and constant broke the air momentarily. Until the ice melted around her and in one swift move she brought the blade back to his throat. This time piecing it against his skin just enough to compromise his balance. Whether she had cut the bankai spirit before her or not; she did not acknowledge. Her eyes narrowing even more at the swift move. If she did cut him, it would not be a good ending. But there was another thing she was convinced about by this point, his tongue would get him a slit throat.

tensa-zangetsu: Iwakiri Academy was a place that someone who...

Sun, 18 Mar 2012 02:46:45 -0400

tensa-zangetsu:

Iwakiri Academy was a place that someone who likes to stroll would definitely enjoy touring in. It takes more than a day to fully stroll around the whole campus. And that strolling activity was something that a certain spirit liked doing.

Passing by the student office, his azure cerulean eyes caught sight one of the many free school brochures stacked upon a rack beside the registrars panel. He was one of the first students at the academy, so it was just obvious that he had already been given one of those parchments he was eyeing now. But curiosity was reigning in, his slender hands reaching upon one of the brochures. Flipping over the pages that he had once read months ago, he stumbled upon a certain column:

[ SCHOOL FACILITIES: ]

Swimming pool

Computer labs

Library

Wine lab……

a….. Wine lab?

Yes, he have heard of the school’s wine lab. But it wasn’t really being used until Italian Studies subject makes use of it. But the topic about italian wine will be tackled on far from now. He never heard students nor teachers discuss about it. It was, as if, the place itself was forgotten. Aside from the maintenance staff, did any student nor teacher ever set foot there? That he did not know.

So…. Iwakiri’s wine lab was really… deserted. Forgotten. Abandoned.

Light footsteps gradually became curious strides as his footwork weaved through the corners of the campus. Searching every place possible to locate the deserted winery. His curiosity was starting to fill his mind that he just have to use one of his abilities that he somehow got famous for back in Soul Society.

Being able to go on very high speeds. Speed that surpasses shunpo.

He was gone like the wind. Undetectable to unfocused eyes. He searched far and low. But to no avail. And suddenly, he stopped. How could he not thought about it earlier on? And to think that he inherited Zangetsu’s wisdom. Of course it would be all but fruitless searching for him, a wine cellar is not supposed to be above the ground. It is supposed to be down under. Wine has to be kept underground. This was definitely not one of his brightest moments.

He sought out for a maintenance staff. The people responsible for maintaining the top condition of Iwakiri’s facilities. The people behind-the-scenes. Surprisingly, they were quite a bit hard to find. They manage to do their jobs without being seen by the students. They were really good at their job. But Tensa was just that wiser. He opt for the kitchen. And to his thinking, kitchen workers were there. Silently, but professionally doing their job. Asking a cook as to where the wine lab was located, he immediately got an answer. Although he was a bit bugged as how the academy’s workers seem so…. indifferent. Like they were not fazed by most of the intimidating individuals in this institution at all.

He let out a sigh. ……………. Iwakiri and it’s mysteries.

Following the direction he got, he saw a small cabin that he had always thought was a storage room. Looks like his impressions were wrong. Opening the door, it revealed a staircase going under. Now that curiosity completely engulfed him, he quietly strode down. As he reached the exit, what greeted his eyes were tens of thousands of wines. Wines of different type and caliber. Each sorted out in racks with their fermentation dates posted above. It smelled fine grapes. A scent being aged to it’s finest. He wasn’t a drinker, but he was a wine person. Fine wine, at least.

His pale fingers reached upon a random bottle when strings of melody made it’s way to his sensitive ears. Violin. Someone’s playing a violin. Judging by the distance, it was quite far. But it was definitely on this very room. The wine lab must be really wide. Deducing the distance of the sound, the entire wine lab must be the size of the entire school gym. He was still busy estimating it’s entire length when something caught him off-guard.

A voice.

A beautiful voice, at that. It was singing.

He was sure that the voice was something he had never heard in his entire manifested life. The melody it was singing to swayed smoothly into him. Stirring his senses. He felt… compelled to know the source of said melody. It was beautiful. And he was no idiot to let this unknown melody stay hidden. He sought out for it. Following the sound of the string instrument, he was led deeper and deeper into the cellar. He walked far until he finally went to a stop. It was quite dark, but he knew he was there already. He could see the silhouette of the player, it’s back turned on him. It continued playing, seemingly unaware of his presence. He decided to stay quiet and merely listened. Almost closing his eyes because the melody was lulling him to do so. It was until the playing stopped. The beautiful voice gone. He fully opened his eyes once more, wondering if the player finally noticed him.

It was time to step out of the shadows, time to make his presence be known. Slowly walking down towards the other, he let himself be shined upon the small light that brightens up the area. He fixed his eyes towards the source of the almost-enchanting melody. His eyes almost lifting up the tiniest fraction.

” Wakizashi. “

His voice cracked through the newly found tension in the room. It was heavy, it stung. She couldn’t take it. It ticked her off. An atmosphere like this was unnecessary if it wasn’t in a fight. He had heard her but he didn’t dserve it. He was talk not anything more. The rumors and words she’s heard about his abilities were useless in his sluggish nature. Never looking around, never ready to strike. He was pathetic and so was she. She used the size of the room and it’s location as an excuse to break her silence and she was now paying the price. The caring and unseen side of her replaced by cold and nothing more. The musical notes that had rested and grown inside her— the same ones that wrapped around her with every swift move across her bow— dead. As dead as every enemy her master had thrust her sword into. Slain. Gone.

She wasn’t one for fairy tales, for romances. Those shark pools in his eyes weren’t attractive to her at all. They made her angry. More than she was from the beginning. No one heard her. Only her wielder and Tachi had ever heard her voice and that was their world. The one she was born in along with her wielder, along side Tachi. Doubled-sworded Zanpakuto. The blades were beautiful, and the manifested souls of those swords shared the same beauty. No, she wouldn’t let this go on any farther. She couldn’t. Torn between her pride and her desire to make use of the stiff wind knocking her spine straight. She swallowed hard and narrowed her eyes.

Ice. Not the warmth and redolent aroma of sweet smelling flowers. Only a deep roar of madness.

Along with this madness came other things. She couldn’t attack as she normally did. Not one slash at a time. He had something she wanted and she would need to rip it out of him. Tearing him limb from limb as the blood and carnage surrounded her. She slowly broke the silent glare and turned her attention to the small case beside her. Packing away her bow and violin. Carefully. Taking her time. But the second the case closed her eyes flashed a dangerous glimmer.

She slipped away from her seat in one simple flash as she appeared beside him. Summoning the shikia version of herself and pressing it against she supple skin of his neck.

She wasn’t inside a fairytale. She was no Princess as much as her inner thoughts wanted her to be. Him stumbling upon her wasn’t fate. There was this moment where something clicked in her brain, but she wasn’t sure what it was - maybe the realization that every all of her dreams were never going to come true. The fact that someone so unworthy had heard her with no reply. Even enjoying it. It all enraged her. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t think, didn’t care. His eyes lifting at the sight of her. Almost surprised. She hated the look on his face.

But between this anger there was one part of her that was almost forced to suppress tears from forming. The were clouded, shielded away by her sudden choice to lift her sword at the tip to his chin, slightly turning it. If she even dare added a small ounce of force it may have even drawn blood. Tears. From someone so cold. Pure melted waters, now boiling in the pit of stomach as she felt uneasy but showed no physical signs of this. Or not that she aknowlaged. She didn’t like acknowledging her weaknesses. Wakizashi was too proud of her blade and herself after all.

The reason of this upsetting, provoking, yearning desire for the hot tears forming behind her eyes to release was simple. The anger was not yet released. Not fully. She’d need to see the raven-haired boy in front of her painted in crimson. But she would not cry. Despite everything— violet-haired spirit was still this emotionless.

She had already decided her move. It was time to make his. And she didn’t like to be kept waiting. Not unless Tensa wanted a slit throat that is.

Be a good little spirit and make a move, she taunted him in her head. This was all there was streaming through her thoughts. Ah— she missed this type of air. So compact and restless. She smirked behind her mask. It was good to be back. Even if she loved the music that enchanted her a second ago more than anything. She would be forced to continue and lie to herself. There was no room for ‘truth’. Make your move.

… ( = . = )

Sun, 18 Mar 2012 01:48:00 -0400

…

( = . = )

icon credit —-> (x) Tensa&Wakizashi “Let me...

Sat, 17 Mar 2012 20:55:24 -0400

icon credit —-> (x)

Tensa&Wakizashi

“Let me hear your voice.”

Her hands loosened as she felt the smooth wood under her hands. The old wine lab underneath the school was unused. Forgotten. Peaceful. It was perfect. The band would have a concert soon and she needed to practice. Her horrible stage freight didn’t help at all. She nervously tightened the strings on the delicate string instrument in her hands. It was gorgeous. The music it played would engulf her thoughts and swallow her whole. Not leaving much of her original cold and merciless exterior she usually had behind. Her numb fingers glided across her bow as the music flowed through the room as easily as it had originally flowed through her vains and thoughts.

So warm and ginger. Inviting almost. And in this solitude and beauty her voice came out as well. One musical note she had always suppressed. She hummed to herself at first. Her mask muffling her voice until it grew louder and evolved into words. She was singing. She was alone. Not a soul could hear her and that’s what she wanted. She felt uneasy. As something was hearing her voice in secret. But her voice was her secret. Her music and the flowers on the outside were just a key. To calm her her unnerving thoughts she told herself a story.

She was not cold. She was warm. All you had to do was pass her bridge of ice.

His voice was mellow and calm, speaking to speak, it held no argument or anger or sarcasm to joke back to her, his voice was serious, it was fate whenever they met because that’s just how it was supposed to be. Him and her,her and him, when they spoke it was natural because it was fate, that he knew but wouldn’t express to her. Those people, they were making her feel better, they weren’t him. Getting stbbed would hurt less than the thought someone else had brought a smile to her face, that when she laughed it was not for him, and he was not the one who sang her to sleep, tucking her in her bed warm under the blankets and his touch. He held her dear.

Her uncovered emerald eye widened as she heard foot steps outside in the grand room. She let out a small gasp when she realized she had been singing to herself and whoever was now was now coming towards her slowly had heard her. Fuck..

She took her bow off the vibrating strings and placed the violin in her lap. Who would be in this part of the school? It’s not even in the damn school, it’s under it. Had they heard me? God, this isn’t good. She bit down on her covered lip. If her face was not covered you would be able to see her impatient expression. She didn’t want it to be true. She always wanted to make a game out of not using her voice and now someone had heard it without her knowledge? This could not be happening. But it did. Her nails now indenting and striking the wood of her instrument as she was able to see the beginning of a raven coloured mane through one the stocked walk ways with barrels of wine on each side.

The boy. The one with a sharp tongue she woke. Crystal sea blue eyes catching the gaze as she finally saw him. Damn him. Damn you Tensa Zangetsu. You’re just another bratty little spirit. She almost spoke up. No— wanted to scream and break her silence and tell him to leave. Her pale hands curling into a fist, she would have to stand silently until he spoke. And she hated waiting.

Damn you.

-tensa: ( band members, please reblog/re-post this photo for...

Sat, 17 Mar 2012 13:06:24 -0400

-tensa:

( band members, please reblog/re-post this photo for further exposure throughout the entire campus )

… ( = . = )

Sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell.

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 23:48:25 -0400

cursed-chidori:

The sound of blades clashing against one another, the harsh piercing crash of metal against metal filled the large hall like thunder with movements as swift and fleeting as lightning. Depthless onyx eyes surveyed the room at large, passing over each dueling pair with a mercilessly critical eye, easily picking out their mistakes and correcting them in his mind with little more than indifference.

A flash of violet caught his attention and obsidian stained orbs shifted to study the other whose lower face was masked, the only part exposed being a large right eye. Be that as it may, it mattered little to the raven what parts he could or couldn’t see, his focus more so on the girl’s movements as she relentlessly ended her match against the younger student, with little, or rather no effort at all. Having briefly acknowledged the other upon her arrival into the club, the Uchiha hadn’t seen much of the other in terms of matches, too busy with other clubs or activities to have spared more than a passing glance and yet standing there now and watching he was reluctant to admit that she was good- almost on level with himself.

Raising an eyebrow at the delighted- if beaten- younger student, the Uchiha had been about to turn away when his eyes caught sight of the pairing board upon the wall, his name as well as picture connected with a thin line to a picture of the petite violet haired girl he had just watched, under the scheduled private matches for the day.

Hn.

As the room quickly cleared out, leaving the pair quite alone in the now still silence similar to one just before an intense storm, Sasuke watched as she made her way over to him, procuring a small white board and marker, the sight of which earned a lazy brow to lift before it was held up to him, the message neatly and clearly written upon the sleek surface.

Sasuke, is it?

Raising his eyes from the board between pale, slender hands, depthless obsidian met dark orbs unwavering as he raised his own sword at the other before giving a reply.

“Depends on who wants to know.”

***************

“Depends on who wants to know.”

Now she wanted to know.

He had drawn his sword. The position of battle. It was free, open air. The tense feeling and thick atmosphere of a fight creeped up on the back of her neck. Too good to pass up. Naturally she didn’t lose a second. He only had to lift his sword for her to quickly move out of it’s path and pull her own sword above her head and hit down of it at an angle with force.

Fool— nothing else to her.

They could have done it the nice way at first. It wouldn’t have bothered her, it would have helped her. Just enough fake words written on a crystal surface to completely change how he looked at her. He most have seen her effortlessly beat that girl. Or at least glanced over his shoulder at her once. They were near the side of the room around pushed back carpet when he decided to pull his sword. You goddamn idiot. The free air was too close and pushed together. She couldn’t be surrounded when she pulled her sword and attacked.

As the blades clashed she thrusted her weight against it, so when he pulled out in reply she would be thrown back into the middle of the room. Scrapping the floor with her heel she regained her balance in the empty classroom.

When you’re wearing a mask it is fairly easy to write over yourself. And she was doing just that.

She brought her sword back at arms length and hovered her free hand over her chest and waited for the next move. Legs spread apart and her body ready to turn at any direction.

He didn’t even conform his name at first, that was the biggest mistake. He was fast, ruthless onyx eyes countering her moves. Although he had speed it was obviously he didn’t run from many things. He stood and waited for an attack. But she still had to conform this and that’s what the fight would be used for. In her own favor.

She didn’t want the speed to go to unused but she didn’t want him to have it. The idea came naturally as it always did. She wanted to cut off his toes so he could stand but fall when he tried to run. Fall over and over until he gave up. Had no will left, not even to drag himself. She was impatient. Not even seconds passed yet she wanted this to move faster.

Dammit, take the shot.

Gritting her teeth under her mask, lavender eyes narrowed and fixated on him. She gripped her Épée tighter. It would be coming soon and she needed the drums. Always needing the drums.

One, two, three..

"Hm?"

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 23:48:22 -0400

"Hm?":

-tensa:

Having the board handed to him only to be snatched away moments later sent suspicious signals on his mind. Something in the other spirit’s eyes are telling him that she was up to something….

and whatever it is, it’s definitely not good.

” You are scheming something, Wakizashi. Spill it. “

She figured out what she wanted to do. How she wanted to twist his thoughts together. Wakizashi didn’t pay attention to his words or how he caught on to her, why would she? It was useless information. She didn’t need useless information. But it was entertaining to hear ‘Spill it’. I truly expected more from you, Tensa. You sound like a bratty teenager. She nodded quietly before simply walking away. She knew he wouldn’t follow her. He would just grow more and more curious until she would contact him.

Of course she would contact him. Her plan was out of reach and she knew it hopeless. But she would have to see it to believe it.

"....."

Tue, 13 Mar 2012 16:42:53 -0400

“that Shunsei guy should be easy~”

“Hn.” You have a few seconds to run, arrancar.

Tue, 13 Mar 2012 15:00:06 -0400

Did you really think I'd fight for you?

... *clings to* So pretty~~ o3o

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Sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell.

"Hm?"

"....."

... clings to So pretty~~ o3o