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[Lance]

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[Lance]

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[Lance]

((LOL JK REEL POST TIEM))
Lance hissed and lashed out at the strange figure touching his forehead. Luckily, he missed and realized it was Koori. He stood up quickly and slumped against the nearest door frame. The pounding in his head had been slightly reduced from when he first blacked out, but it still hurt like hell. He rubbed his eyes and blinked away the tears, bringing Koori into focus. He looked around the room and saw the broken vase pieces and blood stains on the floor and realized he had some major explaining to do. "Koori... I," He began, but his voice was rough and scratchy, hardly the comforting, soft voice he normally spoke in. "I had a migraine. A major one, actually. And I knocked this vase over by mistake, and ended up falling down on the broken pieces." He was surprised at how smoothly the lie had come out.
I hope to God i'm not turning into my father
"I'm alright, though." He reassured her with a half smile. "Especially now that you're here." He moved towards her, wanting to embrace her, hold her close, and have something to hold onto while his world was spiraling so fast. But then he noticed the blood on his hands and excused himself to the bathroom for a moment. When he looked in the mirror, he was shocked at the reflection staring back at him. The man in the mirror had dull, alert and bloodshot eyes. The signs of not having fed in a while. He washed himself up a bit, and while he was fixing his hair in the mirror, he heard Hanako yelling some angry words, and heard Carmelias soft, yet annoyed voice snap something back. He thought back to what Carmelia had warned him about before Hanako or any of her friends had arrived. He knew, somehow, that it was time. He knew he couldn't stop his sister when her mind was bend on something. He looked back into his room, where Koori was sweeping up some of the vase shards.
At least I can save Koori from having to deal with any of this
He managed to plaster a fake look of happiness on his face and walked back into the room. He gently took the broom from Koori and set it aside. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her forehead. "You know what?" He kissed the space in between her eyebrows. "We should," Kissed the tip of her nose. "do something." He pressed his lips to hers, feeling an unfamiliar warm spread through his body. He felt the corner of Kooris mouth twitch and he pulled away gently, frowning. "Not... [i]That[/i]. I was thinking more along the lines of..."
Oh wait. I didn't think of anything yet. Damn.
"Offff...." He was stalling now.
Finally something came to him, something he really didn't want to do.
"...A romantic boat ride. Just you and me."
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Lance pulled at the oars in the boat, pushing the boat further and further out onto the water. When they got to a relativity far distance from the palace, Lance brought the oars in and leaned back, smirking. "So, tell me about yourself, Koori. If that is your real name."

[Koori Kesshō]

Koori grinned at the remark, "Koori kesshō was a name given to me by my mother, I was the only child she didn't let my father name." She lightly let her finder trail in the icy water, she stared deeply into her own reflection, no, hardly her reflection at all... If it wasn't for the makeup, you wouldn't be able to tell her and her mother apart, she had absolutely no features from her father. "My father, wasn't a fan of ice and such so he always put up a fuss about the name." 'little did he know, he had practically fallen in love with the winter breeze...' She smiled at the thought. "I'm also very fond of old Japanese wise tales and superstitions. Oh! I also just ADORE stuffed animals... Not taxidermy, I mean stuffies... Believe me I could talk about myself all day!" She smiled at Lance and bit her lip lightly. "So, pussycat... tell me about yourself." She looked into his eye's, she wanted to tell him everything, about the fire, about the deceit... About her mother and father... She wanted to just pour herself out to him and she didn't know why... Maybe she should just suck out his soul and be done with him. Koori realized herself glaring at him with intense eyes. She shook her head and regained the smile she wore before. "Well, pussycat?"

[Lance]

Lance raised an eyebrow at her nervously. The way she was staring at him just now, had she noticed how strange his eyes looked? How his face was pale and tired looking? He studied her soft features for a moment.
No, no she couldn't have.
"Pussycat?" He asked with a small laugh. "Well, alright, then." He leaned forward a bit, and rested his elbows on his knees. "There isn't much to say, love. Life growing up here was peaceful enough. I was home schooled so I didn't get out much." Lance rolled his eyes. "Other than when my father took us all on tours around the cities. Not for the scenery, that's for sure. No, he just wanted to show off his money and," Lance gestured with dramatic air quotations. " 'perfect family.'" He thought about how imperfect his family was now, how much had changed over the course of just a few years. Shaking his head lightly, he took a water lily out of the water and started picking off all of the gross green stuff. "My father died quite few years back, and my mother..." He twirled the lily between his fingertips. "She went missing some time back. Haven't heard from her since." He laughed silently. "Now all I have let is my sister. And she's not the easiest person to get along with." His head pounded at the thought of Carmelia back at the palace with Hanako.
Just don't hurt her, sister. She hasn't done anything to wrong you.
Lance noticed he had been staring off into the distance for quite some time and finally brought his head out of the clouds. He set the lily down inside the boat and leaned forward, taking Kooris small hand in his. They were cold as ice, probably because it was winter and they hadn't thought to wear coats or anything out on the boat ride. He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed the top of it lightly. Keeping her hand in his he smiled at her and whispered softly, yet loud enough for her to hear. "Have I ever told you how lovely you are?"

[Koori Kesshō]

She smiled falsely at him. Men... Figures. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closely to her face. Her eyes flared brightly. "If I had a god damn nickel for every time a man has said that to me I'd almost have as much money as you do!" She threw him back and the boat rocks roughly. "Men! They care for nothing but beauty, sexual interactions and things that will otherwise make their lives easier!" The air around them was getting colder by the minute. "I should just kill you now! I should just-!" She froze (Not litteraly) and stopped speaking. Koori sat back down on the boat and folded her hands together mimicking the Lance was holding them just before. She didn't look up at him, the water around the boat had a thin layer of frost on it. "I-I'm sorry....Lance, I'm sorry." Koori let out a long sigh, for once in her life, a man had defeated her. "Lance, I grew up in a small country home. close to Abashiri Japan...I was the youngest of six children. My mother was beautiful and my father loved her no matter what. That was.... One hundred years ago." She paused and sighed. "Are you familiar with the tale of Yuki Onna? The snow woman?" She continued to tell the long and fateful story of Yuki Onna and the only young man the woman ever spared and how she made the man promise to never tell about his experience. She went on to tell the part where the young man later settled down with a wonderful wife and had six children. She told him about the fateful night when he finally told his wife about his experience with the snow woman... And then how his wife finally revealed her true form, the snow woman from before. She was infuriated with him but spared him once more for fear for their children. Yuki Onna vanished and was never seen again... Koori sighed. "That's where the tale ends... But truly her children lived on, but only for a few more years. A terrible fire killed five of her children and her husband. The sixth child, the youngest, escaped through a window minutes before the fire even started." She finally looked up at him now. "Do you know what the English translation for Koori Kessho is? Ice crystals. Pussycat I was born to kill men, trusting you is against everything I was made for... But, I really don't care." She hoped he would accept her... If he didn't, she would just eat his soul anyway. Win win situation.

[Gekido]

Gekido stood there, frozen and ashamed... And a little sore. He looked at Camellia, "Well this was.... Unexpected."
Mate, if you don't fucking follow her I swear, when I regain control I'll make us sit through a Nicholas Cage movie! Ya ass!
"Oh just shut the hell up." Gekido growled to himself. "So, what now?" he mumbled, while slipping off his over shirt and slipping on his undershirt. He smoothed out the wrinkles and put on his over shirt. Being with Hanako these last couple months has been, the best time of his life. He wanted to say something... Or at least part of him did.

[Kay]

Kay woke slowly from her unexpected nap. She look at her immediate surroundings. Gondola and it's gondolier, Damian, water. Oh god water. Kay jumped back violently, grabbing Damian's body and shaking the boat. It threw everyone in the water as it tipped. The gondolier began to casually swim back to shore, taking the boat with him. Kay splashed around trying to stay afloat, but with no success. Fear gripped her body and started to paralyze her, along with the cold. Damian managed to push her onto the upside down boat. Kay clung on for her life with wide eyes and chattering teeth. Her ginger hair hugged her fear filled face. Damian held onto the boat and let the gondolier carry them both back to shore.
When they got back to shore the older man looked at the two 'kids' with anger. Damian tried to argue the best he could but failed. After Kay had gotten over her experience some more, she tried to reason with him.
"I'm very sorry about tipping your boat. Is there anything we can do to pay you back?" She said with a somewhat expressionless tone. The man simply shook his head lightly and told them to go back to where they came from. Not wanting any more trouble, the two turned around and headed back to the mansion. After a while Damian ended up giving Kay a piggyback ride.
Soon after entering the large house/small castle, the boy walked through the maze of halls to the laundry room for towels and a blanket. Damian dried himself off with a soft towel while doing the same to Kay, plus wrapping a warm blanket around her. He carried her to her room bridal style and laid her down on the fleece covered feathers. I think you know what's going to happen next.
That's right, he tucked her into bed, you sick shits. Bing dashed from under the dresser and climbed the bed to curl up next to Kay's neck. Damian planted a soft kiss on her head and turned to leave, but a small squeak made him stop. Turning around, he saw Kay's fear stricken face begging him to stay. Sighing with a smile, he walked to the other side of the bed and crawled into bed with her. He moved Bing next to Kay's belly, wrapped her arm around her, and they both fell asleep.

((THERE. I POSTED. WITH FLUFF. GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR SIDE OF THIS THING. REMEMBER: MAKE-UP SEX FIXES EVERYTHING.))

[Hanako]

Hanako sat on the edge of her bed now, a concrete frown plastered upon her water-colored face. Blue 'water-proof' mascara had run down her cheeks and mixed with her rose colored blush to create a really ugly shade of purple that was now smeared all across her face. She sniffled loudly as a glob of snot tried to escape her runny nose. Suddenly remembering, she grabbed Gekidos shirt and blew her nose into it. Folding it over and lazily applying a generous amount of eye makeup remover to the fabric, Hanako used the shirt as a face cloth of sorts. After she was finished, she turbo-dougied walked over to the door and tossed the stained shirt outside, only to see Carmelia striding down the hallway. She glanced over at the wad of fabric hanging off the face of a statue and gave Hanako a quizical look. Carmelia opened her mouth to say something but Hanako slammed the door in her face, mumbling, "Because fuck you, that's why." Before Hanako could make it over to her bed so she could resume watching silly cat videos on her smartphone, she felt hot breath on the back of her neck and within a split second was sent hurdling across the room by an unbelievable force. She crashed through one of the wooden bedposts before slamming into the wall. She immediately twisted around to see the source of the impact. Carmelia was standing in the doorway with a single ring clad hand outstreached, smiling deviously. When she spoke, she spoke in a tone Hanako had only heard in her darkest of nightmares: One filled with venom, malice and had a slight hiss to it. Carmelias pearly fangs gleamed as she looked at Hanako. "I think it's high time we had a little chat, don't you?" ((i just wrote that entire bloody post from my xbox. without a keypad. letter by letter. it took two hours. i am the rightful king of Asgard.))

[Koori Kesshō]

His silence made her frown, not because she was angry with him... but because she was frustrated with herself. Koori really liked Lance, in the short time she's known him, she'd gotten attached. He was different than other men, something about him made her feel like he was hiding, from her, from himself... For better or for worse, the word 'denying' came to mind when she looked into his eyes... his eyes. His dark eyes that sent a chill even down her spine. So dark, yet handsome, entrancing, captivating. She slowly lowered her eyes from his and to the waterlily, it looked disheveled after rolling around in the boat. Koori gently reached out and lifted it, as if it were made of glass. She held it to her face and smiled. "I love flowers." The words almost scared her, everything was so silent. She hopped Hanako and Gekido were having more luck with their 'fling' than she was with hers. She wondered about Kay also, it had been awhile since she had seen her. Something inside her was telling her something was wrong... She didn't know what, but she assumed that it was Lance. His expression was difficult to place.

[Gekido]

Gekido sucked in a deep breath and let out a long sigh. He massaged his forehead roughly with his index finger and thumb, he actually felt guilt... Gekido! Guilty of sleeping with a woman! This was more Elliots thing... But then again there really wasn't a line in between Gekido and Elliot. They were the same, no matter how different. Thinking about it just made his head hurt more, that and Carmelias perfume clung to his clothing. He jerked his arm away from his face in disgust. He sighed and ripped his over-shirt off. Walking up the satires taking much louder steps than necessary. Gekidos room was first on the right, down the hall he could see white fabric hanging off of one of the statues, he paused, it kind of looked like one of his shirts... he dismissed it as probably just being a part of the decor. Gekido pushed through his door, they had been there for a few days but still he was hardly unpacked, a dirty shirt and pair of pants were laying on his bed. He ran his fingers through his hair and studied the old Italian styles. He wasn't familiar with the place or the language, but he was starting to get used to the similarities each place shared and the differences. Like lounging rooms, they all resemble the same lay-out, from Australia, to Germany, to Japan and America... But bathrooms, bathrooms were usually different. In America the bathrooms looked extremely different than the ones in Japan, especially the toilets... Gekido shook his head. He had been off in his own little world, sitting on his knees at the edge of his suitcase, frozen in thought. He flipped the hinges and took out a blue and white plaid over shirt, a simple white under shirt and baggy black jeans. He left the over-shirt open and pulled the sleeves up to his elbows. He stood up and looked in the mirror. He had dark rims under his eyes, it gave him a sinister look which almost frightened him, it was a change to the usual bright complexion and faded blue eyes.
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Shitto watched in horror as Hanako was flung by Carmeilia. He had been hiding in Hanako's room after Gekido had snapped at him for playing with an old sock. "Ryu?" Shitto chocked out. Absolutely terrified, but he was attached to Hanako and he hated seeing her hurt. Shitto let a pathetic hiss escape his lips, and fluffed his fur up. He resembled more of a pissed-off kitten than a demon straight from hell.

[Hanako]

Hanako rolled off the bed, smearing nose blood all over the fluffy white bed sheets. She landed on her feet and hands, perched next to the bed like a cat about to pounce. Instead of lunging at Carmelia, which would have been a fatal mistake, she lunged herself at Shitto. She caught the ball of fur and tossed him gently aside on the bed. He turned to her with a stunned, quizical expression which quickly turned into a 'wtf was that i'm going to fuck your shit up' look. "Look, Shitto. I'm not entirely sure what you are, but I doubt you want to mess with a Dragon-blooded Vampyre who is currently feeding off the demon energies of this palace, making her about 10x stronger than she would normally be." She saw Ryu perch atop one of the remaining bed posts and glare at Carmelia through slitted eyes.
"What do you want, sil'myvish?"
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Carmelia slowly stalked over to the three downworlders, lowering her hand. "Ah, but I think you already know what I want." Her heavy leather boots made a loud thumping noise every step she took. When she got close enough, she bent down to eye level with Hanako. She grabbed Hanakos wrist, her darkly pained fingernails drawing little beads of crimson blood from Hanakos flesh. "This would be much easier if you just told me where the Tear was."
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In the seconds that followed, Hanako saw Ryu and Shitto lunge towards Carmelia, probably a silently decided plan. Hanako quickly twisted her aching body around and grabbed for her sword, seeing the dragon tear laying barly consealed under some satin curtains out of the corner of her eye. When she spun back around, she hit Carmelia to the ground with the hilt of her sword. Carmelia was quick, Hanako underestimated her. Before Hanako could lunge her sword deep into her cousins pale throat, Carmelia pointed her pistol right at Hanakos forehead. They both just stood there, death inches away. A cheshire smile crept across Carmelias cool features. "If I pull this trigger, it's over for you, dear cousin." Hanako was breathing hard, sweat making her sweater stick to her stomach. "If you pull that trigger, your fucking head is coming off." Carmelias smile never faltered. She stared deep into her cousins pale blue eyes, a slight chuckle escaping her slightly parted lips. "We can stay here all night, my darling. Why don't you just give up, you cannot win. And surely your little boyfriend won't be coming to save you." That was enough for Hanako, she thrust the sword at Carmelia, missing as she rolled skillfully to the side. Hanako saw a blur as her cousin moved, lightning fast, behind her. She felt the cold barrel of the gun pressed hard against her temple. "That was a stupid move, love. A very stupid move."