Tasogare Prologue Draft #1

Woot! Finally completed the prologue. Right now, Lia and Grak are editing it. But I’ll just post the finished, unedited piece here. This draft still contains my edits and random comments directed at my editors… So enjoy~ and feel free to add comments.

Edit: This is actually draft version 2.5…

Tasogare

Disclaimer: Sunrise and Stephanie Meyer own Mai-Hime/Otome and the Twilight series respectively

Prologue:

It was just past dusk, the sky had turned a gloomy grey. The weather was unusually cold for spring. A lone girl hurried down the street, eager to get home before it turns completely dark. She stopped abruptly at an intersection.

Presented to her were two options. Choosing to turn left into the small, shadowy alleyway means shorter travelling distance but she will be travelling in darkness. Choosing to keep going straight down the main road means that she will be walking under the streetlights but she will have to walk for longer. She hesitated and looked at her watch: 5.30pm.

A sudden blast of cold air blew into her face. Shivering and blinking her sore eyes, she quickly turned and walked down the alleyway.

The girl pulled her jacket around her tighter as she trudged along the shadowy lane. The sound of her stiletto heels echoed loudly against the bare, grimy walls as she walked. She quickened her pace, wanting to get out of this eerie, chilling passage as soon as possible. Suddenly she stopped. She sensed another’s presence behind her. Slightly scared, the girl whirled around.

No one was there.

She quickly turned back and quickened her pace to a brisk walk. The dark alleyway was starting to unsettle her.

Then she saw it.

Another set of shadows followed right behind her. Yet she heard no footsteps. Terrified and paranoid, she walked faster. Strangely the shadow kept her pace. When the poor girl walked faster, the shadow walked faster. She walked slower, so did the shadow.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she finally plucked up her courage and turned her head. But all that greeted her was nothingness.

Hysteria overtook her; she broke into a mad run, struggling not to trip. The shadow reappeared while keeping up with her easily.

No matter how fast she ran, the silent footsteps were always right behind.

Terrified, she dare not turn back to look but concentrated her energy on trying to out run her pursuer. Finally the shadow drew closer. The girl, panicking, screamed for help as she ran blindly down the street.

Suddenly, the girl’s foot slipped. She tripped and fell hard onto her hands, grazing them. Trickle of warm blood flowed from her wound. Clutching her injured hands, she quickly picked herself up. Not daring to look behind her, she tore away, hoping to regain her speed to lose her stalker.

She had only taken a few steps before feeling herself getting caught in a pair of strong, hard arms and thrown violently against the wall. Winded, she would have dropped to the floor. But she was pinned against the walls by her attacker. She lifted her dazed head and gasped as she stared into the face of her assailant.

Her assailant has a divinely handsome face that no mortal would ever dream of possessing. With bronze hair styled in casual disarray and elegant designer suit that gave him the appearance of a young, handsome movie star, her assailant would have dazzled her if they weren’t in a situation such as this. But she wasn’t gasping because of his godlike beauty. It was because of the twisted expression he wore. The beautiful face was distorted by a look of dangerous, feral hunger; so ghastly it made him look like a wild beast instead of a human being. To make him even more inhuman were the red, glowing eyes that stared at her in desire; the desire to consume her. The poor girl could not determine which was more chilling: the face of the bestial man or his satanic, red eyes. Her heartbeat raced as his face came closer and closer.

“The smell of your blood… is very… enticing.” her assailant whispered in a seductively gentle voice while stroking her injured palms, sending shivers down her spine. Achingly slow, he bent his head down towards the crook of her neck, breathing against her skin softly. Her heart sped up as he closed their distance.

The girl’s breathing hitched and she involuntarily gasped as her assailant’s tongue snaked out and licked her neck. He seemed to have noticed that for he gave her a mischievous grin. “You seem to have taken a liking towards me. I would assume you would allow me to quench my thirst… on your blood?”

As soon as she heard the word “blood”, the girl’s eyes widened in horror. She took in a deep breath and opened her mouth to prepare to scream for help when it was suddenly cut off into a strangled gurgle. The man bit down hungrily onto her neck. Blood spurted out, spraying both their faces. The overwhelming combination of the sharp pain in her neck, the shock of a man savagely biting her and the draining of her precious blood caused the girl to collapse in a dead faint.

That’s much better, the monster thought as he eagerly lapped up the warm liquid flowing from her wound. Animal blood can never substitute human blood… I can already feel my strength returning to me.

However his feast was cut short by an unexpected explosion of heat at the back of his head. He quickly jerked his head up as the heat was followed by spasm of pain. His hand instantly went to feel the back of his head. What he found surprised him immensely, the hairs on the back of his head were singed and the exposed skull was aching due to the burn.

“Oops, looks like I missed,” a voice spoke out sarcastically from behind him.

“Ara, it would have hit if you aimed a bit more to the left.” replied another with an accented, musical tone.

“Ok, ok. I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” the first voice grumbled.

The monster whirled around, only to be confronted by two female figures in the shadows. The tallest of the pair took a step forward, lighting up a fireball in her palm. “You do know that drinking human blood here at Fuuka is strictly prohibited. You even signed a blood contract. Don’t tell me you forgot.” her voice was playful yet with a dangerous edge to it.

“But he can’t have forgotten. Vampires have long memories and they can never forget any blood contracts they sign.” the accented voice of her companion informed her with a deeply sarcastic tone directed at him.

“Stop talking about me as if I’m not here!” the vampire growled angrily, dropping his dinner to confront the two newcomers.

“A fallen vampire who had lost all humanity you once processed… You shame the respectable vampires and our hard-earned reputations with your incontrollable urge to drink human blood.” the shorter woman’s elegant voice, though soft, was laced with venom and unspoken threats.

“Oh the hypocrisy, you Reformed bitch. The traitor to the Obsidian Lord and his followers! You chose to join the hunters instead of embracing your true nature like the rest of us.” he spat at her angrily. A fireball sailed past his head, sign of cautioning from the taller girl. “Now I’m angry. I normally won’t fight women but you gave me no choice.” He snarled a warning at them.

“It is a folly to underestimate your enemy.” The accented voice called out in a calm yet sneering way, further annoying him.

[MSOffice1]

His angry roar resounded through the entire alleyway. With indignity blundering his usually graceful movements he brought his right hand out, palm facing upwards, in front of him and a long spear materialised into his opened palm. With fluid movements he twirled his spear and stood in his battle stance with his spear aimed at the Reformed Vampire who had mocked him. “Watch your mouth you insolent bitch woman!”

Before the offended woman could retort smartly, her companion, the “hunter” stepped in front of her, flaring the fireball in her palm, lighting up and revealing the excitement in her green eyes. “Cut the chit chat,” she said giddily, trying to suppress the restlessness in her voice. Turning to her partner she called out, “The hunt is on!” With these words she exploded towards her target, launching her fireballs skilfully in his direction.

The vampire reflexively dodged the fireballs and dashed towards his enemy, his spear aimed at her throat. Both rushed towards each other at blinding speed. As their distance closed they leapt, flying through the air, to deliver their lethal strikes. At the last second before the possible collision the hunter threw her fireball at him and twisted out of the way. She bounced off the opposite wall and quickly regaining her battle stance.

Instinctively the vampire slowed and brought his spear up to deflect the ball of flames. But the sudden change in speed caused him to misjudge his landing; overbalanced, he toppled. As the ground rushed to meet his face, he quickly jammed his spear into the ground, using the impact provided to stop his fall and flipped himself back onto his feet. He instantly pulled his spear out of the ground and stood with it on guard, knowing he doesn’t have a second to spare.

The hunter didn’t wait for him to steady himself. She launched into another series of attack as soon as he dropped his guard while falling. The vampire only managed to block her incoming fireballs for his spear is only good for long-range fighting. Using this to her advantage, she continued to close her distance, never allowing him enough room to throw his spear, while he could only block or dodge her fireballs and attempt to keep her away with his spear. It was a deadly game of cat and mouse.[MSOffice2]

Meanwhile, the woman referred to as a Reformed Vampire made her way towards the poor girl laying unconscious against the bare walls of the alleyway. Knowing her companion is capable of handling the vampire without her help, she decided to use this time as a distraction for the vampire and check on his victim. However, the overwhelming smell of blood that reached her heightened sense of smell stopped her from getting any closer to the girl than a few metres. Even though she had rejected the human blood as her main diet for centuries she still wasn’t confident enough about her level of self-control. Thus she decided not to push herself any further. Sighing out loud, she searched in her pockets for the antidote. Not in my left… Nor is it in my right… AraMy… looks like it’s with her. She thought as she ended her search and looked towards the grappling her companion is currently locked in.

Slightly worried, she glanced at the watch on her wrist: 6:00 pm. Judging by the smell of the venom on the victim’s wound; she concluded that the wound had only been made less than ten minutes ago. We still have around fifty minutes, plenty of time. She thought as she felt inside her pockets once more, this time looking for some blood clotting agents. But I better stop her from bleeding to death. She smiled to herself at the irony of the situation. Ara, at least I do have that. She pulled out a dart-like object with a honey coloured substance swishing inside. She shook it and uncapped it; tapping at the needle of the dart to make sure it wasn’t blocked. Unable to get any closer, her only option was to dart the girl. With a graceful flick of her wrist the dart hit the girl with deadly accuracy near the spot where she was bitten, allowing the blood clotting agents to do their work.

The struggle between the vampire and the hunter intensified. The vampire, frustrated that he couldn’t get enough room to attack, turned his head desperately, trying to find a distraction or an opening for him to attack. A fireball grazing his left cheek brought his attention back to his immediate problem. But not before he had decided his next move. Unable to attack his current opponent, he turned around and ran towards the other woman who currently was unarmed. Getting enough room to use his spear, he swung his arm back to hurl his weapon at her. Or that was what the hunter thought will happened. Seeing her companion in danger, she had stopped attacking the vampire. Yelling out a warning, she dashed towards her friend, hoping to be able to intercept the spear with a blast of fire before it hit the intended target.

But to her immense surprise, instead of the spear leaving the vampire’s hand and launching into the air as she expected, it got pulled back and the blunt end of the spear rammed into her solar plexus, sending her flying backwards through the air and crashing into the wall of the alleyway. The blow, which caught her off guard, had thrown her with enormous amount of force, creating a crater in the wall from impact. Winded and dizzy, she struggled to pick herself up from among the debris.

The vampire’s sadistic and triumphant laughter resounded through the entire alleyway as he walked calmly towards his injured enemy who was still straining to stand upright. When he reached her, he placed his foot on her shoulder and viciously kicked the struggling girl back down. He savoured in watching her hopeless effort and hearing her pained gasps; they increased his sense of superiority. Wanting to see her in more pain he brought his spear high above his head to strike her back down as she tried to stand once more. He plunged his spear down viciously in her direction.As he struck his spear down violently, with a loud crash[MSOffice3] , it was met with an unexpected resistance.

“Clang!“

With an ear-splitting clamour, the spear was stopped by an unexpected resistance. Holding his spear in place was the elegantly curved blade of a katana. His scorching red eyes widened slightly in surprise. She still has enough energy to materialise? The hunter panted as she tried painstakingly to hold up her katana that stopped his incoming blow. The vampire’s eyes narrowed as he noticed the trembling in her limbs. With an angry grunt he pulled his weapon back and swiped it across, knocking the katana out of her hands. His spear scratched a deep, long trail across the wall behind her, just/barely[MSOffice4] missing her head.

The hunter watched in horror as her weapon flew out of her hands and bounced several metres away from her. Her body slid down just in time to avoid the fatal blow. She quickly thrust out her right hand, palm up and attempted to regather the protons back into her hand so that she could resummon her katana. Shit, I don’t have enough energy to rematerialise my weapon! Feeling the heat of the vampire’s gaze she jerked her head up in time to catch the maniac glint in her opponent’s eyes just before he struck once more. She quickly drew her legs into a crouch and pushed off from the rubbles as the vampire’s spear reversed its directions to back hand the unguarded/weapon-less[MSOffice5] girl.

The hunter managed to leap out of the way in time. But as she landed, her legs buckled under her and she fell heavily on her hands and knees. Gasping in pain, her left arm reached up and clutched her bruised stomach which was jolted painfully by the fall. Struggling to even stay upright, the hunter knew she’s in deep shit/water[MSOffice6] and she probably doesn’t even have enough energy left in her to dodge the next blow.

The vampire whirled around. There, presented to him was the perfect opportunity to end this battle in his favour; for his victim was unarmed and powerless. He spat in the hunter’s face. But knowing he had to act quickly before the hunter gets a chance to recover, he began twirling the spear in a pattern he ritually performs before killing an opponent. His victim lifted her head and looked him straight in the eye. He glared at her with undisguised hatred yet she managed to hold his murderous gaze unflinchingly, angering and tauntingdaring him to make his move. The vampire pulled his spear arm back from the final spin and thrust it out fiercely to deliver the final blow.

Out of nowhere a blur darted in and intercepted his attack just in time.

As the vampire’s eyes focused he realised the person standing in his way was none other than the “unarmed” woman he insulted a while ago. But now in front of him, she stood proudly, with a long, red naginata held gracefully in her hands. His gaze travelled from her calm face down to the naginata that dared to obstruct his blow. A blood red Naginata! There can only be one who wields such an ancient weapon. Then she must be… The realisation finally dawned upon him. His eyes widened in horror terror as he recognised the Element and its owner. Yanking his spear away with him, he quickly retreated a safe distance away from that woman.

“Ara, I’m impressed that you recognised my Element. You are also correct in your assumption of my identity.” the woman spoke in the accent of the ancient nobles while slinging the said weapon over her shoulders.

How did she…? The vampire was stunned. She had heard his unspoken words. The line of vampires who have the ability to hear thoughts…No! It can’t be! Kiyohime…?! He gasped aloud, cold sweat broke across his forehead and dread washing over his features/ his face blanched with fear.[SGHS7]

“Impressive, impressive. You are more knowledgeable than you look!” feigning a pleasantly surprised voice, she placed her left hand on her check and tilted her head slightly to the side and faked a smile at him. The injured hunter behind her painfully picked herself up [SGHS8] and, though unsteadily, managed to stand back on her feetbut was still standing unsteadily. She gave her companion a bemused look, raising her left eyebrow slightly.

The Reformed vampire turned back as though responding to her thoughts and gave her a reassuring wink and receiving an exasperated sigh and rolling eyes in reply. The crimson-eyed woman returned her attention to the vampire cowering against the wall. “I applaud you, well done. I am the host of Kiyohime. I’m amazed you know that yet don’t seem to recognise me at the start…” her voice was highly sarcastic.

Upon hearing this confirmation, the terrified vampire picked up his feet and ran off like a dog with its tail between its legs“拔腿就跑”[SGHS9] . With the calm smile plastered across her face the naginata wielder simply whipped her weapon in the direction that he ran off. The naginata’s blade extended into a segmented chain.[MSOffice10] Those metallic, red links lashed out and stretched towards the fleeing figure. The links coiled tightly around the body of the vampire, pinning his arms to his side and rendering him immobile. With gentle tugs, the Reformed vampire slowly pulled her prey closer without over-constricting him.

The captured prey struggled desperately, trying to free himself from the chains that bounded him. The harder he struggled, the tighter the chain coiled around him, digging into his flesh. He gasped for air; the chain had tightened around his ribcage, restricting his lung capacity.

“If you cease your movements, the coils will naturally slacken.” advised his captor gently.

“Let me go! You monster!” his rasping, fearful voice rang out pitifully. He struggled uselessly against his bonds, only succeeding in cutting his rock hard skin against the links of the extended naginata. Silver liquid laced with red flow profusely from his wounds.

“You monster? Who’s the hypocrite now?” came the taunting voice of the hunter who he had humiliated earlier, “Of all insults, monster? You vocabulary is awfully limited. Oh and there goes your dinner.” the hunter was referring to the red streams that flowed within the silver fluid. The injured woman was enjoying her chance to pay him back for all those insults he had thrown at her previously.

“Kill me now! I beg you! Let the hunter kill me!” the vampire pleaded with the taller woman frantically, “Let me die in your hands rather than that traitor’s!”

When he received no positive response he pleaded once more, “I insulted you, so now is your chance to get even. Torture me! Burn me! Anything! Just kill me before she does! I beg you! Not the traitor, please! Not Kiyohime!”

“You, who had not fought honourable, have no right to request your method of death. You had not show the same respect a warrior shows to their opponent. You had mocked me and stripped me of my dignity. Why should you receive such an honourable death?” the hunter replied coldly, “We of the Samurai blood only give vampires the choice if they have proven themselves honourable and worthy enough. You, however, did not.” her voice was full of spite and anger.

“It doesn’t make much of difference, you know,” the Reformed vampire added casually. “Technically we are both vampire ‘hunters’. To end the life of any vampires that crossed the line is just part of our job.” She turned and looked at her companion, waiting for her answer.

The hunter sighed, holding out her right hand, she materialised her katana. She walked towards the trapped vampire slowly. When she reached him she raised her katana above her head. The vampire closed his eyes and waited for the final blow.

But it never came. He felt the breeze as the sword was brought down except that he never felt the searing pain of the katana slicing through his flesh. He tentatively opened his eyes. Stopped in front of his nose was the sharp blade of the said katana. The wielder was smirking at him.

Pulling the katana away she answered cheerfully, “Ah, wait. I changed my mind. I don’t think I can handle the killing blow. My stomach still hurt.” She explained, subtly spiteful, as she removed the katana from the position before his nose and dematerialised it. She turned to her crimson-eyed companion, “I’ll let you have the honours this time.”

“NO!” roared the cheated vampire furiously and struggled harder, knowing his end is near. But his words and actions were unheeded as an invisible exchange seemed to have transpired between the hunter and the Reformed vampire.

The coils around him started to wrap more firmly around him. He felt the chains tighten around his body, pinning his arms stiffly to his side. Even as his ribs were crushed, those chains did not stop. He could feel each coil distinctively, slowly squeezing the life out of him. The metal segments bit into his bones and his “blood” continued to gush out. The vampire screamed in pain as the constriction continued to worsen. Until, at last, the chains stopping moving. He opened his teary eyes and looked at his captor, wondering why she had suddenly stopped her actions.

The woman holding the naginata looked back at him, giving him a gaze that said: “It’s not over yet” before bracing herself. Suddenly she forcefully jerked her naginata back. The segments smashed through his bones and the coils were pulled through his body, choke-cutting him into thousands of pieces. His blood-curdling scream echoed through the entire empty alleyway. The vampire’s ripped flesh and gore flew in all directions, splattering across the walls and the floors. His blood sprayed onto the faces and clothings of the two women who witness his final moments. Then all was silent.

“Looks like I get the dirty job of cleaning up,” the sigh from the green-eyed hunter broke the eerie silence.

“I was the one who struck the killing blow. That was dirtier,” jested her friend. “You were offered the final blow but you didn’t take it.”

“Yeah, but I’ll still have to clean up either way,” the hunter grumbled as she lit up fireballs in both her palms and fired them towards the remains of the vampire that scattered across the area.

While watching the pieces of the carcass burned, the hunter’s expression was suddenly crestfallen. She looked at the ground and exhaled loudly before asking her companion, “Do you think they’ll be pissed at me again?”

“What ever for? / What for?[MSOffice11] ”

“I…lost control again,” she whispered shamefully. Her heritage instinctively made her aggressive and blood thirsty when in contact with vampires, similar to a vampire’s reaction to human blood. “I can’t help it. But every single time it feels like my body was no longer in my control…”

“Before one knows how to run, they must learn how to walk,” came the cryptic reply of her friend.

The hunter looked at her questioningly, unsure of what she was trying to get at. The Reformed vampire smiled before replying encouragingly, “To walk, you must take one step at a time, no? I noticed some improvements with your self-control today; though it’s only a small step, it’s still a step.”

She reached over and affectionately ruffled her hair which was already messy from the battle. “Don’t worry, you’re not the only with that problem.”

There was a short pause, “But you might still have to put up with their scolding.” She deliberately added, popping the hunter’s bubble.

“You just have to remind me,” the hunter groaned, slapping her forehead.

As the two women reached the injured girl, the Reformed vampire instinctively flinched and stopped. Once again she came no further than a few metres. The hunter gave her an apologetic smile before kneeling down in front of the victim to check her pulse. Good, she’s still alive. We still have half an hour before the poison take effect. She thought as she rummaged through her pockets for the antidote. Finding it, she quickly uncapped and administered it, sighing in relief as she watched the liquid enter the girl’s bloodstream.

“Your turn. You’ve got to erase her memory.” said the hunter, turning to her friend. “Do you think you need to get closer?”

“No, thank you. I’m fine where I stand.” she replied to her joking just as dryly before getting to work. It wasn’t too complicated. The girl’s inner mind wasn’t closed off like some so she didn’t have to force it open and locating the memories to erase was too easy because they were still recent and floating around near the top of the mind layer. She managed to finish her job much sooner than she expected for the girl’s mind was rather weak and flexible. Just as she completed her job, her cell phone rang.

“What great timing,” her friend commented before being told to be quiet as she took the call.

“Hello?” the Reformed vampire spoke quickly into her phone. An uncharacteristic frown suddenly appeared on her normally calm, smiling face.

Looks like it’s bad news, Her companion pondered, getting increasingly worried as the frown deepened. Otherwise she wouldn’t be frowning like that.

There was a long pause as the woman listened to the speaker on the other end. Except for a few “Ara”, she was silent for most of the duration of the call.

“What do you mean? Is that bad?” another long pause.

“Can anything be done to prevent it? Or even delay it?” Then she sighed in defeat. “I’ll see what I can do.” She suddenly turned and looked at her companion, who was pretty much dying of curiosity, and tried to reassure her with a smile. “I’ll ask her.” she spoke to the phone before finally hanging up.

“What was that?” her companion asked concern clearly evident in her tone.

“She has finally spoken. They had just finished listening to the prophecy. Looks like the wheels are beginning to turn. It’s starting.” she answered straight to the point, not wanting to beat around the bush like the way she usually does.

“Is that bad?” the hunter echoed her earlier question.

“Which one? The prophecy or the…?”

“Both.”

There was a short pause as she gathered her thoughts before answering, “We don’t know yet. The peace bond will expire in six months time. But we don’t know if the arrival of the ‘fated one’ will hasten it or not.” She was slightly frustrated that they couldn’t be sure of the possibilities. They won’t be able to come up plan to deal with this incoming problem until they know more about it, which means that they have wait until the arrival and to let things run its course before acting. They will unprepared.

“Warnings on any sort of dangers?” the taller girl enquired.

“No danger is revealed as of yet. That’s our current problem. We don’t know if the person that’s arriving will be a friend or a foe. She didn’t warn us of anything except…” she unexpectedly chuckled.

“Except what?” her friend prompted.

“Except for a warning to vampires.” she responded with mirth. “One of us will have our heart owned by that person.”

Confused, her companion stammered, “But you, vampires, don’t have hearts…”

The vampire laughed, “Exactly right. Maybe it’s metaphorical. We shouldn’t take the prophecy word for word/literally[MSOffice12] . It probably means the ‘fated one’ will end up controlling one of us.” She paused before turning serious again. “We need to ask for the hunters’ full co-operation, especially yours.”

“Mine? Why?” her friend was surprised by this request.

“The ‘fated one’ has the Lords’ blood,” the vampire explained gravely.

The hunter was rendered speechless as the realisation dawned upon her. “Tell me the entire prophecy,” She demanded urgently.

The vampire complied and smoothly recited the entire prophecy[MSOffice13] ,

“To the ancient island the one who must come

Will arrive when the ancient tie comes undone.

In (their) vein flows rich blood of those Lords

That tirelessly guard these dangerous hordes.

The fated one who an ancient war will start

Will also own a blood drinker’s heart.

The night the Earth’s sky a red moon makes

Is when the Summer Princess awakes.”

After hearing the prophecy, the shocked hunter quickly looked up at the cruel, pale moon with an expression of what might be interpreted as dread before turning back to look at her companion. As if to confirm her unspoken suspicion, the vampire nodded.

TBC

Next chapter: New Beginnings

A/N: The execution scene is a nod to Abandonment by ssjx7squall.

I would also like to clarify some rather important points in the prophecy to avoid future confusion. The prophecy technically should be in Japanese given the setting so the meanings of words I have chosen to fit in the prophecy will be based on direct translation of the Japanese words I have in mind. Here are the words that will need some explanation:

Heart- The word they would have used is “shinzou 心臓”, the organ heart. Not “kokoro 心”, the mind or feelings. So technically the hunter wasn’t stupid when she didn’t think that “heart” can be metaphorical, she heard “shinzou” so she took the literal meaning- the organ. What the Reformed vampire meant by controlling with the heart was that because heart is an important organ that is needed to function properly, owning the heart means that someone can control the body, not necessarily controlling the mind by arousing feelings of infatuation and love.

Own- The word would be “motsu 持つ” which can also mean hold or carry. I chose “own” to make it easier to understand. But they can interpret it as hold or carry as well…

Summer princess- This one is a rather large hint and a possible spoiler. The Japanese would be “Natsu no Hime 夏の姫”. I’m pretty sure some of you would know what I’m talking about. xP

Finally, on a more fun note: The description of the vampire was done deliberately to induce the image of Edward Cullen. It wasn’t me being a copy; it’s just my sense of humour. Symbolism: Edward Cullen is no longer the main character. xD

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[MSOffice1]May need to edit this.

[MSOffice2]Include or not?

[MSOffice3]Odd…

[MSOffice4]barely or just?

[MSOffice5]Choose…

[MSOffice6]Oho, shit or water? xD

[SGHS7]Argh…Which makes more sense?

[SGHS8]Need to add stuff.

[SGHS9]Eng version.

[MSOffice10]Think Renji’s Zabimaru…

[MSOffice11]Pick one.

[MSOffice12]Pick.

[MSOffice13]I think this is over kill…

~ by PhantomBlaze on July 7, 2008.