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Watching, dazzling eyes wide, sparkling with interest as Yul watched Haru skulk in through the front doors, and lay his tired bown down in the from hall. He grimaced slightly at the blu**d trickling down off of his legs, and the stains and ruptures through her clothing, he knew this bl**d couldn't be Haru's own, but then that only meant the wrose, that it was someone elses. And Haru was absolutely drenched.

Not good...

To Yul, living the immortal life was one thing, but taking mrotal lives was another. to him, his immortality was a blessing, sure there would be unfourtunate consequences, but as far as he was cornered, he was being given a great gift, the ability to take the long way eveyrywhere, do everything and be everything, and he wasn't even alone, he had others with him, he had all sorts of things, and he was greatful. However, he would never use his immortality against others in such a way, he liked to steal, not to kill, and... lives on his own concious... that would be almost... unbearable.

"Haru-san." he said respectively, emerging from his unseen location. "You don't look well, all you alright?"

Aoki stepped out of the bushes, still very mucha child. Her long hair waved past her, and the tired nature Aoki should have been expected to take on had dissapeared.

"Suki. My sister went through HELL from that little girl, which we were curtious and nice to, all because she was so selfish that she hated Shinobu for making her immortal. That doll is our main source of anguish, and ever since Melora decided on her 'revenge is good' motto, we've gone through a lot to cut down what we have to deal with. And Hamani, just because it's Melora's, doesn't give her the right to use it against us."

Aoki started crying like a child. Tired, cold, hungry and running for hours out of the last few days, she couldn't do anything. Defeated. She could never be as strong as her sister just because she was childish.

"WAHH!" She sobbed into her sleeve, much like a child would.

[[Le gasp! You people are so mean to Tomoyo! I voted her that I liked her!! sad

I still love you tomoyo. *huggles*]]

Yul, nodding slowly, stodd up for a moment, gazing back and forth down the hallways akwardly, and then, deciding that there was nothing better to do, sat down, not right beside Harum un fact, a little dwon the wall from him, but close enough that the two men could still speak.

"I understand, we all have things we must do." he replied, secretly wondering what exactly it had been that Haru needed to do, but, minding his manners, refrained from asking, instead, rhe responded to Haru's second statement, one that had the potential to lead into a lighter topic, to lift the current sullen moon.

"It's my belief that the usual missions are still being performed by thieves who aren't present here right now, and there's probably a soul or two in the theatre right now, who, like me, has nothing important to do, and is simply passing time. Also..." he said, trying to remember everything he had heard from Tomoyo and Aoki. "I believe that we've also got something interesting going on right now about in the woods, perhaps, an intruder? Something about a doll, I apologize but I'm not very educated on the manner."

Yul brought up his pale hands slowly, brushing the dust aqquired from the unkept floor, then he looked up to Haru, whose face seemed anything but content, almost... remorseful. He suhddered to think of what brought about such a look.

"In any case, Haru-san, you probably don't need or want to worry yourself with whatever the 'doll' thing is about, you should probably lie down for a bit." he said, trying his best not to sound too sympathetic, no one liked to be pitied.

((Do I really play her like an emo?))

"While it is true that the doll rightfully belongs to Melora-chan, what promise do we have that she will not attempt to hurt Shinobu-san again?" Tomoyo asked coolly, unconsciously moving forward to stand in front of the two younger thieves. "As just as your cause is, an event like this one cannot be allowed to happen again." She didn't dare say more than that to Hamani.

Suki retreived his goldenrod scarf back into his midnight cloak and stood aside Hamani, hoping that maybe Aoki would feel better and do the same in his example. Hamani had mentioned crushing blows, which was one of his particular weak points, he couldn't force aggression into himself while retaining control. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time that he lost his temper and struck out at someone. Reaching into the back of his cloak, he pulled out his Rattan Bo that he admired using in the training with Tao, except this one was custom steel and much heavier.. Even though he could choose from all the weapons inside the scroll his brother had given him, he chose to use the Bo simply because it wasn't one to use in mass destruction. Suki swung it around, practicing the fluidity of his motions to master its center of gravity. Practice had made him very skillfull with it, so he deemed himself ready. After all, what was the most danger an immortal could be in?

"I'm ready."
Suki said boldly to Hamani. The shadow of his weapon broadened in length to Aoki's feet. When Suki had business at hand, he tended to get more serious. It was an important thing to do, especially since he was the strategical thinker of the group.

Yul nodded, his blue-green bangs tossing with his head, and then he watched Haru disappear, down the hallway, and then turned back to his own hands, which her nervously figetting int one another. He pulled them away and placed them unto the cold floor on either side of himself, his palms flat on the ground, and then, hoisted himself up.

Instead of going down the hallway as Haru had, she started up the stairs. Stopped for a moment, to look at Haru's sword, which was lain aside, still dripping with the enemies bl**d, and then continued upwards unto the second level of the theatre.

Haru walked slowly down the hall gazing at the ground. His hand clutched his shirt where his chest is. The blood continued to drip, the voices and faces continued to burn into his mind. Haru smashed his fist against the wall. "Damn it, am I just a tool? A murderer now?" Haru loosened his fists and then walked towards his room. It was the usual dark room. Haru put the curtain in front of the door and began taking off his clothes. He threw them into the corner. He sat down on the bed looking at the floor. "When will the massacre end? Am I the evil or... no... it's Hibiki... he's the evil.... my enemy..." Haru turned to some rags that were in the corner and slipped them on for the time being.