TURNAROUND . }} catch a falling star [open]

[xanican]

ooc; haha, your choice whether or not you wanna betray cloud for daimon. If you dont who knows if daimon will win, but hes defently got the odds in his favor.

Ic;
Daimon reached his hand out to the girl. His chakra smoothed itself down into a gentle breeze one of a delicate measure. It was gentle and he was gentle, his eyes turend blue and he looked kind, he looked like the type of man who would do anything to help the world, to save it.

"Kiore... stop running from your past and playing with children such as my brother. Come with me and become one of my allies."
His voice was soft and manipulating, it was cold yet warm. It was a soothing ring. His eyes and her eyes met. He knew he had her. She had nodded and he was sure she wanted nothing more then to kill him. Yet she would learn he thought to himself. She would learn that a god, the god of hell was diffrent from anyone she had ever met. He was the most polite man alive and the man whos temper would rock the earth itself.

He stepped closer to her, his handsome face exposed as the light of the moon swept over him. It showed his features, he looked to be around 16 to 20. He had been that age forever and would remain that way forever. Time did not hurt him and he could appear any age he wished. 1000 years of slaughtering was nothing to him. He was a very calm man.

His eyes were dark and mysterious yet beautiful. He looked like a angel, unlike his younger brother who looked like a demon in his fury. Daimon was graceful when he wished to be, and now he was manipulating her. He was going to control her.

"Cloud...stand."
Daimon said as he brought his hand up and the young 17 year old male rose to his feet like a pupet.

"Do you understand kiore... hes merely my puppet, be with me kiore-chan, join me and live prosper and be happy with your family and friends."
His eyes turned into the mandgekyo sharengun. It was diffrent then any other sharengun, it was daimons very own mandgeyko. He knew the vision he was sending her.

"I am not a liar kiore-chan. I vow if you do join me I will make you happy with you family and friends once again. We will rule leaf, with you as one of my servants. I surround myself in people who have potential, you kiore have poteitnal. The potential to save your family."

His eyes were soft and he looked kind his hand outreached to her. Would she accept it? or would she refuse him and end up watching her family be massacered.
"In less then 3 days I march on leaf... Are you with me or against me, your family can be saved it is within my power to save them, do you really belive you and cloud can defeat me."

Daimon laughed slightly thinking of himself being killed by such a weak fool.
His eyes hit kiores once again.
"I am invincible kiore-chan. My word is law."
He said coldly as he moved his hand and cloud drew his own blade and stabbed himself in the leg. He twisted his hand and cloud did the same tearing his leg up with his blade.

"Kiore-chan... Follow me, just simply take my hand."
Daimon said reaching his gloved hand out to her.

Cloud screamed.
"No he is evil! The world he will create is one of deception! no matter how beautiful something looks if its hideious inside it truly is hidious."

Daimons eyes hit kiores once again.
"My world... is one of peace. Who will you trust a theif who stole you from who you need to be with- your family... or a angel who kills to make this world better."
Daimon said softly running his hand across her face. He sent her one last vision before she stopped.

The vision was a world without sin. In it was nothing but meadows, nothing but familys and happiness, there were no more villages no more wars, simply the light of the brillant moon shineing down upon all those who love each other, under daimons rule. Daimon appeared as a young handsome man walking among his people, his blade coated in the blood of those that wished the world to remain the same. By him was his wives, those he cared for. Kiores family lived and thrived in the meadow, their food was brought to them by the shinobi of daimon. The place was pure and all the chlidren played in the meadow. There were no trees around simply a large green field and a huge lake. It was a beautiful place. All of kiores family was there, everyone she ever cared for was there.

"Choose now kiore, life or death."
Daimon said with his hand out, ready to accept kiores offer.

[» kiore urahara.]

now it seems i'm fading,
all my dreams are not worth saving.

Kiore was vaguely aware of the fact that this moment was a horrid reminder of the time back in Konoha, her last moments as a Konoha-nin there. When Cloud had attempted and nearly succeeded at manipulating her with his Sharingan. This man didn't need that bloodline limit, though, for Kiore was taking the bait - hook, line and sinker. With the help from the mysterious voice in her head, of course, Kiore was just another tool.

A puppet without a master. Clay to be molded. The man in front of her, was nearly as alluring as the voice in her mind that was instructing her to follow Daimon. It was like offering a drunkard, wine. His resolve might be strong, but the temptation his stronger. Kiore's resolve was to stay alive, but her temptation was to ensure her family's safety. Everything was being promised, right in front of her. But at what cost? What was the price to pay for that?

"Don't listen to him," it was a different voice, this time. More like liquid, thick honey - husky, over all. Beautiful, just like the other one. "Don't trust him." And then the voices fought, screaming at each other in her head. Beautiful, yet terrifying. And oh so loud that Kiore was beginning to wonder when she was going to start bleeding from her ears.

"This does not concern you, brother," the first voice would shout, and the second would utter in a dark tone, "I am as much involved in this, now, as you are." What were they talking about? Kiore groaned, clutching her head at the sheer pain of it... she couldn't focus on anything, and for a lovely, sweet moment she forgot. She forgot everything and everyone and the whole world.

They would fight, and she would forget. They would scream, and she would bleed. They would shout, and she would crave.

Then they stopped and she came plummeting back down to earth and to her memories, and to her pending doom.

"You ruined it," she was hopeful then, because at the sound of the first voice, he seemed that he might start again. "Look at the poor girl," but the second one ignored it, and the pain ebbed away. "It's your fault," the first voice muttered childishly. And then they were gone, leaving her clutching her head as she blocked out the images that she had so blissfully forgotten, but a few moments ago. Her hands were shaking as she stopped herself from collapsing to the ground, fisted tightly, as she looked past Daimon to Cloud. Her right hand was still bleeding, from when she had gripped the kunai at the wrong end purposely, she hadn't noticed it enough to force herself to heal it.

The blood continued to pool at her side, and she could faintly remember the sound of Rukia's voice, enough to imagine how she would be scolded by the medic. And in a morbid way, she liked it. It helped her feel numb, and with that she could recognize the dark specks that were beginning to cloud her vision as the coming of unconsciousness. Lovely, dark, nothingness. She couldn't dream, there, she couldn't remember.

Sheet white, now, Kiore reminded herself about the problem in front of her. Insanity had never seemed more inviting to her, now. It had never seemed so utterly... perfect. The vision that she saw... Kiore made herself believe that it was all a lovely lie. Lies, all of it was lies built wishes that were nothing more than thinly veiled false hopes. No matter if it was the truth from him, or not, she wouldn't let herself believe anything more. She couldn't.

Kiore wasn't so much listening to him now, she wasn't able to - the blood was drumming so loud in her ears, that she could only pick up bits of it here and there. She giggled at his inquiry at whether or not she and Cloud, and the rest of Akatsuki, would be able to defeat him. She actually giggled like a little five year old.

"No, no we probably can't," she murmured, her finger tracing her bottom lip as she continued in an angelic tone that betrayed everything she was at the moment, "but at least we would have tried, I suppose," she shrugged - and her family was pushed to the back of her mind, for a moment, where they would be safe.

Lies, lies, lies. Can't believe the lies, Kiore would chant whenever Daimon spoke, her eyes were clearly and utterly swimming with madness, when she looked into his. Hell's Angel. Kiore looked back to Cloud, her eyes fixed on his leg - blood, so much blood - though she could hear him, over the pounding in her ears.

"No." She chose death within insanity.

---

Drip, tk.

Drip, tk.

Drip, tk.

The sound of blood hitting water was constant, and the sound of footsteps in the shallow depths was obvious. Tk, tk, drip, tk, tk, tk, drip. Over and over again and I had to ask myself, why I was still walking - and who's blood was dripping from the white katana that I held, so cold it was that it burned my hand.

It was too dark, to be heaven; but it was too calm to be hell.

"Where am I?" she asked, but no sound came from her mouth.

So she kept on walking, the katana in hand, blood still dripping from it. The rhythm of tk, tk, drip continued. Louder now, as she came closer to a light in the distance.

But then it faded, and everything was dark again.

"Kiore."

Where did she know that voice from?

"Wake up."

---

push me under, pull me further
take me all the way.

ooc;; gah. sorry. quick mind change
with a plot that came to mind. x]
-huggles kio- i'm gonna miss you. =/

[xanican]

ooc; Haha you dont know daimon to well, he wont kill her, hell kill her family, her friends... take everything from her and then laugh at her patehtic and used. Thats the type of man he is.

Ic;
Daimon smiled. He then turned his back.
"Then... be at leaf in 3 days... Ill be there tearing your family limb from limb as if they were nothing. My army shall destroy leaf in 3 days, over run it and conquer it all. I will bind you and force you to see your family screaming. Just know... You had the power to prevent it. Peace be with you until then... until I force those horrible screams out of the ones you love."
His eyes light up bright red.

"Until I kill all your family.... I know of them all, my scouts have informed me of your entire life... I will start with rukia and her children. I will tell them of how you sold them out miss kiore-chan... I will enjoy hearing them curse you as they are being tortured... Oh yes... to be tortured by me is worse then hell... How about a feel of it."
His eyes hit her....

~~~if the mandgeyko hit her eyes then she would trapped.. trapped in his world for the torture stored for her. If his mandgeyko hit her eyes then she would see her self tied to a cross being burned alive yet her skin not peeling or flaking, simply feeling the pain of being burned alive hour after hour with those around her dieing and those that she cared for suffering the same fate...

"How cute... you wish to burn to? To bad! You have 12 days left of pain!"
Hours went by in the world of tsyukomi...

11 days, 23 hours, 49 minutes, and 59 seconds left of torture."
Daimon laughed as he watched his enemy feel the fire and see her family in such agony.

~~~
This was only if the sharengun worked though*

~~
Only a second passed by in the real world but daimon stood over her a smile upon his face.
"They will be blood kiore... They will scream in agony as they burn... your name. "
The sound of a women crying appeared throughout the trees, she began screaming and shouting "KIORE WHY DID YOU BETRAY US"

Daimon laughed coldly...
"rukias voice..."
Small children screamed, their voices and crys could wake the dead.

Daimon had spent over 3 hours learning all about kiore he had memorized every aspect of her life and had studied it well. His photographic memory helped him in that area. He had heard and seen and smelled everything the exteremly detailed reports described. Her trainning, her trainners were all seen and heard. Her family her emotions! Were all experianced by his most trusted sages. HE was going to destroy her soul... and leave her body alone, a perfect fragment of what once was.

ooc;
Daimon= twisted. Hes darker then any other villan huh? haha * evil laugh* Sephiroth music plays*

[» kiore urahara.]

if the moon had to runaway,
and all the stars didn't wanna play.

"Who are you?" she would ask, again and again, though no sound was heard - but I could hear her voice, if I tried.

The barrier would push her back, time and time again, but she'd try again; with a little more force each time.

It was spectacular, in a way, to finally be so close to actually having contact with her. To hear her voice, clearly instead of fogged. To see her face, rather then imagine it... it was always so hard to see things in her mind, I had found. Her mind that was such a mess of all things - of memories, and guilt, and those oh, so wonderful thoughts.

She was utterly and completely perfect, with so many faults that it was exhilarating to watch through her eyes.

But there was a problem, a large problem that my brother and I weren't handling too well.

Kiore Urahara wasn't waking up

[/i].

She was delving too deep into her mind, now. Digging up everything and ruining it all.

Losing grasp on her already small hold on sanity. She was losing that light and pure innocence, that was Kio.

We [/i]were losing her[/i], and it was all because of these d*mned Uchihas'[/i]

---

It was becoming more and more difficult for Kiore to see things clearly. Everything was clouded in a thick, red, sticky substance that was blood. All blood. The man in front of her - what was his name, again? - was saying things that she wasn't understanding, because she didn't want to. It was all bad, horrible, terrifying and connected. Why was it all connected? The horrible man in front of her, led to the poor man behind him, and that poor, bleeding man led back to Kiore, and she led to a place, and that place led to something that she wasn't quite sure of. What at the place that was so important? Why couldn't she remember? Why was she bleeding? Why did she suddenly feel so very, very sick?

"Come back," she snapped, but it wasn't at the men in the clearing, but at herself. "Come back now," a growl, a snarl, a frustrated cry as she clutched her head with both hands and tugged at her hair. "I don't want to forget," blood was running down the right side of her face, that she was only vaguely aware of the fact that it came from her hand still. "I need to remember," so I can feel guilty and get what I deserve. She wanted to know who Rukia was, she wanted to know why she and her children were important. Why he was using them as a target to get to her.

Was this punishment?

---

"Seal them away," I heard one of them say, and I could faintly see strands of silver hair in the darkness.

"It's better for her, this way," the other one would agree. "It'll be less painful."

And then they would walk away and leave me there, again.

---

She felt so lonely. Like a part of her had been taken away. What were they sealing away? What was better for her? Why did it have to be less painful? What was she forgetting, that she was trying oh, so hard to remember? Where was the missing piece of the puzzle that completed her?

Where are my memories?

And then she made the mistake of looking up at who she was going to blame, because he was the easiest target; he was responsible. He made the memories go away, and bad things come in play. She glared, and snarled, and fisted her hands tightly. She wanted him to hurt. She wanted him to scream. She wanted him to die. Why wouldn't her body move?

Then she looked into his eyes - magnificent, alluring, tempting, manipulating, beautiful red eyes - and she couldn't think anymore. She was burning, but not burnt. The pain was horrible, but she welcomed it. When had she become such a masochist? And who were those other people, there? They didn't seem familiar, but she was certain she knew that bright red hair from somewhere, and that c*cky grin, that one blind eye... why couldn't she remember? Why did she forget?

Why did she suddenly feel so cold? So much so that she couldn't feel the flames licking at her body, only see?

...am I dying?

The flames burned on, for what would seem an eternity. Because everything was so slow, again.

Then the world melted back into the one where the two strangers were. One, the reason why she lost her memories - precious, treasured memories that she d*mn well wanted back. And then there was the other one. Bleeding that warm, red, sticky substance. The same liquid coming from her hand, on her head. Blood.

"..."

Who screamed her name, if Kiore was hers? It was annoying. You don't scream at pain, you welcome it to numb the rest of it. She didn't like screaming. She wanted it to stop. But covering her ears with her hands only made it worse, because she realized after a few seconds; the screaming was in her head.

"Stop it," she grumbled, like a child. "It's freakin' annoying."[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

don't waste the sun on a rainy day,
the wind will soon blow it all away.

ooc;; -makes that sound when a rock falls and blows up-
-giggles- thought it might be interesting,
for Kiore to lose it like that.
-hopes it was believable- =3
and forget her memories. -twirls-
dark+Kiore+angst+insanity = funn. <3
or at least, i hope so...

[xanican]

Daimon smiled... but sudenly his eyes widened, Cloud had appeared with his blade stuck into daimons back. Daimon turned around his eyes hitting clouds and a smile on his face.
"Youve gotten faster."
Daimon laughed.

"Im sick of you! You f**king bastard. I will destroy you daimon. I will cut down what was created in the lake of sin. Die! Daimon!"
Cloud said sticking the blade farther in daimon. Daimon lifted cloud up by his own blade. And pulled the blade out of him slinging cloud far far into a tree. Cloud appeared a second later. Blood ran down his stomach and he was getting dizzy it was easy to see he was badly wounded.

*This pain... I cant... take guilt.... anymore! I hate you daimon!*
"I HATE YOU DAIMON!"
Cloud screamed at the top of his lungs the black chidori appeared in his hand and he pushed his hand into his older brothers chest. Daimon smiled, the chidori left barely a drop of blood on daimons chest. It was clouds blood. Daimons wounds instantly healed and daimon turned walking away slowly.

Cloud rushed him once again. Daimons hand went into clouds rib cage Breaking clouds ribs.
"Cloud... its your fault, everything is your fault... Kiores family will die, it is your fault. The only person you ever loved... ace will die.... Everything you care for will die. Everyone who follows you or wears your banner will curse you. Good bye cloud-san, Bye Kiore-chan."
Daimon laughed coldly.

Cloud stood... his ribs broken, he was wounded in place by place.
*...just kill me.*
Cloud thought to himself. His blade drawn he began to stumble towards daimon.
Daimon just looked at him like he was a fool.

"Wow, little brother you got guts. But no, im not going to kill you."
Daimons hand hit both clouds arms and legs... breaking all his major bones. Cloud fell to the ground the blood stopped.. but the pain continued.

"Daimon... Burn.... In hell...."
Cloud said coldly his breathing still increasing.

~~~~****~~~~
"Cloud? Cloud?" A male voice called.... It was a demonic voice, yet soft yet calm.
"Cloud... You hate your brother... that hate has created something stronger then you once possessed... every one hundred years a crimson is named. A demon stronger then any jinchuriki. Now you possess the power to destroy your foe... Show him... me... You are now the crimson slayer, leave the world red in the blood of those that created me... end your own misery if you wish."
The demon spoke...

Cloud stood... his bones cracked back into place and black flame shot directly at daimon.
The heat of it hit him burning him deeply, the onlything stopping it from destroying him completely was the fact he used a pure chakra shield. Daimons skin healed instantly...

"d**n you!"
Daimon said... His smile then returned.

"No matter... my power is still greater then yours little brother... I look forward to seeing you and kiore-chan at leaf... Let us see how weak your human side really is."
Daimon said..

*The way demons are made... out of hate*
Cloud thought to himself, he walked over to kiore and picked her up... his wounds was healed completely. He put her on his sholder.

"Its ok kiore... I wont let him... touch them."
Cloud said softly.

[» kiore urahara.]

somewhere that isn't anywhere
. }} G L A D L Y . B E Y O N D {{ .
to a place far from home

Kiore was watching the fight, not exactly observing, but watching in a slight morbid fascination. The blond was shouting things that she wasn't registering, and she giggled. "So much drama," she said to herself, as she unconsciously healed the wound at her hand. Purple bruises had formed underneath her eyes, a striking contrast against the sheet white pale that she had turned now. She looked like death, in a way... though she still held that pretty face and striking crimson red eyes, that weren't filled with brightness, now, but more so swirling madness. Still brilliant, but in a more sinister way. So interesting, it was, how someone could change so drastically in a matter of moments.

---

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

"Shadd'up," she growled, snapping at the overly large clock that had suddenly taken form - in the moments of her changing, as my brother had called it. "I'm trying to think!"

What was the clock for, exactly? I wondered, chin in my hand as my elbow rested on my knee. Was it counting down to something? Or was it just there to drive us all crazy? To my side, I heard a chuckle from seemingly no where, before he appeared.

"I can't find anything... relative to the problem," he murmured, his eyes focused on Kiore, as he grinned in a lighthearted manner. Why was he always able to act so calm? "Just that she's starting to form a liking to pain. And... that her imagination is far more vivid than I remember... she certainly doesn't like that Uchiha b*stard much."

"She's blaming him for it, of course. If he hadn't come along," I sighed, "she'd be learning that new technique." Instead of thinking about many scenarios in which Daimon Uchiha dies very, very painful deaths.

"How annoying," a flicker of anger sparked in his eyes, he was angry because Kiore could have been a step closer to more power. And with that, he could have been free from the prison of her mind.

We were interrupted from continuing our conversation, however, when something smashed and glass shattered.

The ticking had stopped.

But only for a moment, because no matter how much Kiore smashed the clocks to pieces, they continued to appear.

---

The sound of chirping birds reached her hearing - thousands of birds, so many birds - as Kiore watched the chakra form in the blond man's hand. Blue. Lighting. Lethal. Pretty. She was excited, then, because maybe - just maybe - the black haired man would die. "G'dammit!" she hissed, because the snarly, d*mn man was still standing. Without a scratch. He said her name - the name she thought was hers because everyone was calling her that - again, and something about a family. She didn't have a family. Her family disowned her. And then they died. They died, end of story. What did her dead family have to do with this? Kiore's thought's were distracted, then, when she saw the black flame - so dark, like her hair - from the blond man, hit the black haired man. Kiore giggled and clapped her hands, because surely he would have died - right?

She scowled, though, when she realized he hadn't - muttering obscenities under her breath, foul and harsh, because she was ticked off. Annoyed, because the stupid black haired male wouldn't hurry up and die. Angry, because she was well aware of the fact that she couldn't try, either. Why was he so strong? ...how was it possible? It didn't seem right, nor possible. It was wrong. Completely and entirely wrong. He can't be that strong! It just wasn't right. "Die, die, die. Why won't you die?" she growled, watching as the black haired man disappeared.

Now, slung over the blond man's shoulder as she was, Kiore wasn't thinking about the problem nor her memories; but about why in the name of all that is good and sugary, the blond man was carrying her. "Oi..." she muttered, glaring as she suddenly felt uncomfortable. This was degrading. Remembering his words with a frown, "that family that keeps on getting mentioned... is dead." Or at least, that's what the two males in her head were telling her, replacing old memories with fake, new ones. Now, how to go about getting him to put me down, she mused with distaste at the state she was in. "I was told, though... never to talk to strangers. Let alone be carried off by one." The males couldn't help but have some fun, of course.

[xanican]

"Forgive me kiorie, dont you consider us friends now... just rest... We are almost home... "
Cloud said calmly. Cloud carried her not to far, before they were finally there. The medics that were supose to be out in the woods waiting incase someone got hurt were dead. Cloud already knew that. Daimon wasnt a idiot.

"Kiore... Your free to go if you want."
Cloud set her down and his hands began to heal her using his own chakra. He had learned this technique as a young child.

"It is your choice whether or not you want to stay and help me... there is still time to get to leaf and evacuate it. Ill take you if you wish to go. Or do you wish to stay and fight?"
Clouds voice was softer with her then it had ever been before. He healed her as he waited for her answer.

[» kiore urahara.]

somewhere that isn't anywhere
. }} G L A D L Y . B E Y O N D {{ .
to a place far from home

Kiore hadn't talked, since her last words; instead, she was musing over her thoughts, and having a decidedly nice conversation with the voices in her head, about not trying to tear her mind apart. Because there was nothing to find, according to them. The males, whom hadn't exactly done everything perfectly before, were gradually filling up the gaps. Though definitely not as precise as they should, for Kiore still had fogged parts in her mind that she was determined to investigate - only the males were stopping her. So far, they had told her she was a fifteen year old shinobi, name Kiore - no last name, as of yet - who had once been a ninja of Kumogakure; she turned missing-nin simply because she was bored (which was kind of true, just leaving out the whole being forced into it part). All of that happened, around two weeks ago. Her family was dead, and she had no other contacts nor allies. However, they hadn't come up with an explanation for the blond haired man, and black haired one that left previously - further proving that their cover up stories sucked. They sucked big time.

The kunoichi hadn't been aware of what was happening around her, focused sorely on her mind and thinking up ways to get the darn voices out of her head, until Cloud finally set her down - moving on to start healing her, now, and Kiore didn't know what to do. "So," she cleared her throat, searching her words as she watched, "you're my friend? Or, well... was?" It was utterly confusing, and not to mention frustrating, for her not to remember these things. And silently, the male voices in her head contemplated just telling her that she had a nasty fall, and that she may as well start over. "Hang on, I was a captive of yours?" she frowned, pinching the bridge of her noise as she sighed. "My head hurts, would you two mind shutting up?" she growled, not at the male in front of her, but the ones in her head. "Please?" she added, more desperate now.

She mulled over the blond's words, silent and withdrawn now as she clutched her head. It felt like someone had continuously smashed it against a rock. "What's happening?" she murmured, "why do we have to evacuate this leaf, and... where the heck am I supposed to go?" She was worried then... because she didn't know anything about this world. Other then knowing one village, and that she was a ninja - miraculously, she remembered all of her techniques, jutsu, and knowledge that made her the shinobi she is.

[xanican]

Cloud ran his hand over her head.
"yea If you wish me to be, kiore your mind f**ked up or something?"
He asked as he stood up and walked slowly to the river.

"Feeling for people is strange to me."
Cloud said coldly... the demon born in him just now was intense and quite powerful, it sent waves of hate all through his body.

"This new power I have, may save us... or destroy us."
Cloud said thinking out loud.

[» kiore urahara.]

AND ALL THE THINGS THAT I WISHED I HAD NOT SAID,

ARE PLAYED IN LOOPS 'TILL IT'S MADNESS IN MY HEAD.

Kiore was procrastinating about something or other, stopping only when she realized that the blond haired man was saying something about her mind - and she could only guess what. No doubt he must have thought she had completely and utterly lost it... which, as it turned out, was the case in the matter of Kiore Urahara's memories. And, on a same note; her sanity along with it. With an expression that could be described as cute, Kiore grinned sheepishly and nodded her head in response. Brilliant smile and all, it disappeared of course when she actually had to think for a moment about the matter of which what she was supposed to be doing - whether or not it was the best of ideas to stay with the man, or if she should try - try - and find her way in a world that seemed completely foreign to her. Sighing lengthily, Kiore slouched back against the tree behind her and observed the male with a light frown.

"Ne..." she cleared her throat, thinking of how she could put her thoughts that were so very jumbled, into words that actually made sense. "Blondie-chan -" because, yes, she still wasn't aware of exactly who this man was, "- in what way am I supposed to be associated with you, exactly?" Kiore asked in a soft murmur, back to herself. The girl underneath all of the madness and flirtatious behavior that was always unconsciously in play. "And who the f**k was that b-stard, son of a b-tch back in the clearing?" she added in a more darker note, because all of the blame for everything, fell onto the 'black haired man's' shoulders. Kiore wasn't exactly paying attention to the male's earlier words - as the thoughts, voices and so much more things that were in her head were too overwhelming for her to actually take note of anything else.

IS IT TOO LATE TO REMIND YOU HOW WE WERE?

BUT NOT OUR LAST DAYS OF SILENT SCREAMING, BLUR.

ooc;; rushed, I'm sorry. <333
Homework, blah.
Title-phucking-pages. >.>
I mean wtf?
This isn't primary.
-whines about school too much-