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Fai smiled to Izumo, taking his okonomiyaki and grabbing a pair of copsticks, lifting it with little to no difficulty, eating it as he walked away. He watched as Izumo continued to cook all the meals, and smiled a little, looking out the window. He was such a productive person, and he seemed to enjoy cooking.

He looked over to where Haru was, seeing him still sitting out there, and his smile dropped as he put down his copsticks quietly, gazing out. Sometimes that boy worried him; not too much, mind you, but he still worried him. He shook his head, turning his gaze away from Haru and looking out at the forest, eyes narrowing drastically.

Something was up there...

Tomi stared at everyone with wide, dangerous eyes, waiting for someone to speak; move; even breathe louder so that he could move himself. The silence was bugging him, making him antsy...Making him want to kill someone. 'Kill...Kill kill kill kill...' He chuckled a little darkly. "Bl00d on my blade...Death....Killing spree...I want fun...'

And people wondered why some of the thieves were uncomfortable around him. Or why he didn't talk much.

Tomoyo's breath caught slightly at the blatant longing in Tomi's voice-it chilled her to the bone. Ever so slightly, she edged in front of him, ready to turn and subdue at a moment's notice. They were here to retrieve the doll, nothing more. Moreover, Tomoyo really didn't want to find out if an immortal thief was still immortal after being sliced in half.

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"Izuichi!" Nadeshiko said, adopting the nickname, "Here's mine! It's got...uh...I don't really know, actually...but it looks good!" The thief's batter was an slapdash combo of random vegetables, a few cuts of meat, and some completely unrecognizable ingredients picked out purely for Nadeshiko's warped aesthetic sense.

{{I'm so sorry I haven't posted yet, but I'm still so busy. Have a few assignments for school I need to turn in this week. I have to revise my math, since I have to redo a test I scr*wed up. And to make the madness complete Thursday is my birthday. I will try my hardest to post tomorrow, but I can't promise I willl.}}

{Umm...I don't mean to be nagging, but Tao accidently said 'Fai' when I do believe he meant 'Nia'...I'm sorry for mentioning this; it must've been an innocent mistake...Vanslaz-san IS sick, after all...}

Tomi blinked, looking at Tomoyo as she stepped in front of him slightly. He cocked his head a bit to the side, his smile dropping a little. "Huh?" He blinked, his grip loosening on his bl00d-covered sword for a moment, before he tightened it.

"You won't let me have fun?" He asked sinisterly. "No fun for me...?"

{Forgive me for this small posts! It's unforgiveable. >.<}

"Yay!" Aoki grinning, picking up her plate. "Thanks Izuichi!"

She eagerly took small bites out of her dish; Because of her size Aoki didn't eat much, but because of her training, she ate often now.

(EDIT SOON. SCHOOL PRJECTS AND TESTS NOW. >_< )

(( You have no idea... ))

"Alright then," Izumo said, "If no one else wants any more, I'm gonna make myself an extra large okonomiyaki with all the good stuff on it!"

Enthusiastically, Izumo splattered the remaining okonomiyaki batter into the pan. There was at least enough there to serve another two people. With a grin on his face, he began to add any and all toppings he could find. He was hungry, he decided, and what better way to stuff himself than with anything and everything he could find? The batter in the pan was sizzling, and Izumo began frantically piling toppings onto it before his masterful creation went bad. The toppings were on, he flipped it. Just in time, it seemed. A small speck of the batter had started to blacken; surely it wouldn't affect the flavour, but had it remained unflipped any longer it would have been ruined.

Reaching for a much larger dish (something average just wouldn't work with this monster meal), Izumo absent-mindedly bumped the pan handle in his excitement for the oncoming meal. The pan shook and spun, finally tumbling over the edge of the stove. Time seemed to slow as it fell. Eventually, it landed on the ground, upside-down. Ruined! He picked up the pan, placing it on a cooler area of the stove. He cleaned his mess; what a foul mood that had put him in. All that work, for nothing! Now he wouldn't even have anything to eat. Then again, it wasn't as if he needed food for sustenence anymore.

His mess cleaned, he began to leave the kitchen. "Not like I'll ever actually be hungry," he muttered, skulking past the other thieves, towards the exit.

"Farewell Haru..." Hibiki began disapearing and Haru remained alone. He wanted to destroy something but he couldn't do anything to Hibiki. Haru could do nothing and he closed his eyes trying to calm down. The words "Haru" were heard. Haru turned around to see Shinobu glancing at him.

"Is there something you need Shinobu?" Haru asked her however he was a bit out of it laterly.

((Sorry this is so short....))

[Happy Birthday Bean! As a present, I'll let you post in the roleplay. ^^o]

Indigo locks tossing slowly over one another as Yul's head bobbed up and down, his hands still at work with the dough, he was off in another place.

"Nice weapon, loser!"

"This swords so blunt... and so crappy! We should steal it!"

"No break it!"

He fell to his knees, feeling absolutely overwhelmed by the three bigger boys who'd, fur the upteenth time, ambushed him on his way back from training. Tears dotted Yul's multi-coloured eyes, streaming down his young cheeks.

"Give it back... I got that sword from my father..." he pleaded, trying to get back up again, only to be knocked down one more by the second boy.

The other boy, the one holding his sword, waved it through the air as if it were nothing more than piece of wood. "This sword? Yeesh, your father msut've been poor, or weak, no taste in swords, it blunt, and doesn't even cut!!" he taunted, demonstrating with by running the blade against his own arm, and no injuries followed.

Yul choked it back, this was true. The sword wasn't sharp,. and couldn't ever be, as it were a strange stone sword, like a firm kind of limestone, unchippable, and not very strong, a blunt weapon was useless. His only memoir of his father was useless. It stung.

"Give it back." he demanded in his ing, premature voice, a solemn and dangerous look dawned upon his face, Yul stood up once again, and narrowly avoided being thrown back down, atleast now he was standing. "It's my sword and you're stealing... you theif!"

"I'm no thief! Take your stupid sword." The first boy growled.

"No!" Snapped the third boy, quite possibly the most fearsome of the three. "Break it."

"NO!"

But it was too late. Snapped against a knee was his father's gift, the sword, broken off just after the hilt, was a crumbled mess.

"Hah." teased one of the boys, as lal three stood overtop of the remains, snickering.

"My... my father's sword..." Yul whispered in shock as he fell to his knees, hot tears gliding down his cheeks.

"Loser. Freak! Let's tie him up."

Yul put up a struggle as best as he could, but, within an few minutes, the outnumbered young lad had been overpowered, and lay, roped into a rigid form, on top of what was left of his most precious belonging, as the dust blew away in the wind. And Yul spent a night along, without being able to perform his ritual. And waiting until surise to be freed by a passerby.

"Ah... damn..." Yul said softly, shaking these unhappy thoughts from his head, wishing that he could stop having these odd flashbacks to a time before which he could clearly remember. Back before the curse. Most would want to know more of what past experiences had been taken away from them, but, from what Yul had seen, his past was not pleasant, and he didn't want to see anymore.