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> Chrono Crow coughed, choked, and finally tumbled. Her tenebrous tresses trailing behind her in the snow, the stark contrast provided an easy target for the vultures that would soon take her away, piece by piece. The best plan in preservation she could engage in at that instant was merely make herself a smaller target and easier to miss over.
> Her pale, wrecked human form collapsed like a black hole, and before long... deep within the seemingly empty folds of white cloth was swathed a baby, black bird.





“What do you mean by 'transient'?” I try to keep a level tone, though the implications made by the speaker in front of me are bothersome. See, if I look too upset, he'll try to ammend what he's saying, and I'll never come to know what he meant.

“I mean that you're never in one place for long. I always feel as if you're going to end up leaving someday, willfully or not. I don't understand it.” I'm not sure if I do either, boy. “Even when we're having a... heart-to-heart, it feels like you're... Ahh, I dunno... hard to hold on to, yeah.”

'Wow, that's rather honest of you.'

Again, if I was any other person, I would probably feel offended. But right now, all I feel is fright. Fright because he has been expecting me to leave him, and fright because though I've been trying my hardest to hold onto him, it seems like my hardest won't be good enough.



This next bit is based off of a real, live event I've had the displeasure of experiencing. To me, it was horrifying, incestuous, and wrong. I'm not sure if the other person saw it that way, but that's how it looked like to me. This is called "Onii" abbreviated for "Brother". The kanji and sound are remarkably like "Oni" meaning "Demon/Troll", too. I'm not making any claims as to who the "brother" in this story is. For all you know, it could be a middle-aged lady on heroine. This isn't real, just inspired from real events. Oh, and "Lei" is the protagonist.

I just wanted to go play video games by myself away from family, to be able to consume ice cream in a desolate environment, to not have to think, to have my moment of zen... ******** goddamn salope de merde. Realizing her thoughts were slowly degrading into a ceaseless rant of vulgar insults, she mustered her will to turn it to face a more productive direction... Like answering the age-old question: how does a rational person chase away a crazy person?

“Lei, so where are you in this game?” He was sitting right next to her. “I'm already past the part with the inflated purple mushrooms. Have you done that yet?” Their legs were touching. Even more so, he seemed to like it. Lei muttered noncommittally in response and shifted toward the end of the couch to make space. “... Hey, hey! Lei?” Waving a hand in her face, he shifted over. “Lei? Hello!” She shifted over. “Oi, did you hear me?” He shifted over. “Don't you dare ignore me!”

Startled, she fell off the basement's couch. A thud resounded throughout the room as the back of her head hit something, probably the full-length mirror on the wall to the side. The room blurred in and out of focus, making her feel nauseous. Her plans, her indifferent mood, her zen... were completely ruined now. She groaned because of the great loss.

His eyes widened, and his fuzzy mass lumbered toward her. He grabbed her by the shoulders, and kept his hands there, flushing red as he realized he was not sure what to do. Should he help her up? Should he lay her down somewhere? What? In the end, he couldn't decide. Instead, he just panicked. His endless stream of inquiries weren't being answered!

Lei, having cleared away her dizziness, was annoyed at the noise level as well as deeply disturbed with all the physical contact. Especially so when, during all the shifting, his hand accidentally touched something it shouldn't have. Her instinctive reaction was to either A: defend herself, or B: push away. Considering her bad mood, though, it was no wonder she chose the former. Her fist flew forward and nailed him right on the nose.

The next series of events passed more quickly. He reeled back, yelling. Once he understood what just happened, he punched her back. Her dizziness returned in a storm, fracturing her memory on the events. She remembered losing her temper and standing up, only to fall over onto the couch. Somehow getting touched more, there was the memory of her expressing her very demonic temper, as well. After a blurred fight scene, there was nothing else to remember except someone's scream.