When the skies collide [Takumi)

[FUKAZAWA MASUYO]

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[atrb=style, background: #9AB6EA; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.9][style=height: 375px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: FFFFFF] Fukazawa Masuyo had to wake up extra early that morning, for today would be an eventful day. She looked at the digital clock beside her bed, as the time 4:06 flashed across the screen as the clock rang. She turned it from on to off so it wouldn't wake up any of the adults in her house. She tiptoed to her closet and put on jean shorts and a white blouse, as it had been very warm recently. She dug deeper into the closet and pulled out a long dark blue cloak that had been designed to be resistant to dying will flames, a cloak she only wore for Famiglia business and today would be an extremely important today. She ran into the bathroom next to her room and watched herself through the mirror as she put the cloak on, smiling lightly as she gave a spin to admire how it looked. It gave her a taller appearance even though she was rather short, it also gave her a more intimidating appearance. She put on a serious expression, almost a blank one as she made herself look slightly frightening as she had to be frightening today. She tiptoed back into her room and retrieved her ring, putting it on her finger and watching the grey stone change into a bright orange stone with a dark orange roman numeral for one inside. She also retrieved her two boxes, putting on her tennis shoes and living a note for her parents explaining that she went on a walk. The platinum-haired girl guided herself instinctively through the streets, stopping at a specific house. She slipped an envelope addressed to a Mr. Takumi Saito, with directions to a street. The letter inside was designed to appear as a normal love letter from a secret admirer, who had been a girl who had been watching the boy from a distance and finally wanted to confess in person. She smiled and hummed to herself, of course this wouldn't be a meeting for a confession. She walked swiftly through the streets once again until she stopped at another specific location, a long line of houses that had been abandoned. She opened the gate of one of the empty houses and opened the front door, instantly looking at a large supply of paint buckets labeled "fake blood" and baskets of white roses. She then spent the next few hours preparing a scene, knowing full well this specific section of Namimori wouldn't be disturbed by any outside forces. She made the normal looking street look like the aftermath of a massacre, beginning to empty the baskets of white roses one by one. Making sure every square inch of the long road was covered in white roses to symbolize a new beginning, the symbol of her Famiglia. Around the later hours of the morning she began to recite a poem to herself as she waited for her guest to stumble upon the scene, "There is another sky, ever serene and fair, and there is another sunshine, though it be darkness there." She sat in the middle of the white roses, reciting the poem to herself out of pure boredom as she waited, her back facing the direction her guest would arrive in. Today would be extremely interesting. [/style] [tr][atrb=style, background: #8197a8; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.8; height: 15px; ][style=height: 15px; width: 275px; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center; color: 434645; margin-top: -20px; ]WORDS; 546 . TAGGED; Takumi . NOTES; texttextexttexttext . [/style]

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[Takumi Saito]

[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450px,bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background: #000;] TAGS:Masuyo NOTES:CREEPY OMG

[atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲ [style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]"Takkun, come down here. You have mail," called a woman from downstairs. Her son was fast asleep until he had heard her call him by that name. Ever since she had met him, she copied his nickname for the young man. No matter how many times he heard it it sounded strange to hear her call him that. He looked up sluggishly at his clock. It was only 8:30. He didn't have to be at his uncle's for another 6 hours. "It can't wait?

[/i] slurred the half asleep Takumi. Cursing all life, he begrudgingly rose from bed and leaned against his nightstand for support. His leg seemed okay so he made his way downstairs to see this letter that was apparently a matter of life and death. When she handed him the letter he knew why she had been so energetic about it. The way his name was written as the recipient could only come from a girl. Takumi glared at his mother and made his retreat back up the stairs, only half listening as she shouted after him, "You don't want me to see it? Is it from your girlfriend?"

Back in his room, he tore open the letter and read its contents several times, each one with a greater look of disbelief than the last. I have a secret admirer?[/i] Visions of everyone he had ever known shuffled through his head as he tried to identify the writer. All he had to go on was the designated address. His heart was racing in his chest. The list had shortened from everyone he knew to girls he knew. Then down from girls he knew to girls he hoped wrote the letter. Fully dressed, Takumi had stopped fantasizing and slung his backpack over his shoulder. The outfit he had chosen was what he felt he looked best in: A white dress shirt, vest and tie covered by a thin blue jacket and black jeans. The letter was rolled up in his hand as he made his way out the door, ignoring his mother's attempts to heckle him.

The morning breeze greeted Takumi as he walked down the street to his destination. The bell rang in a flower shop as he walked in and no more than five minutes later he emerged carrying a dozen red roses. Whether it was reciprocating her love or letting her down easy, both would go smoothly with the proper application of flowers. He began to whistle the theme of some movie he saw recently as the block with the address approached. He had never been in this part of town before, nor had he ever known anyone who lived here. The whistling stopped as he turned the corner to the designated street. "Hotoke-Sama.."[/i]

"What happened here?[/i] Takumi blurted out as he examined the blood on the buildings and the white roses strewn across the floor. More white and more roses were added when the shock caused him to drop the flowers and the love letter. A ways off, Takumi spotted a cloaked figure sitting amongst the flowers and could not resist calling after it, "You, what the hell happened here?!"[/i] The first time since kindergarten that someone had liked him and now she may be dead...

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[FUKAZAWA MASUYO]

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[atrb=style, background: #9AB6EA; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.9][style=height: 375px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: FFFFFF] Showtime, Masuyo thought to herself as she heard her guest walk around the corner and his footsteps came to a sudden stop. His shocked voice asked what had happen, but the question was asked to no one in particular. Well, until he asked the yelled the question once again. "You, what the hell happened here?!" She stood up from where she was sitting, her back still facing her guest as she stood. She looked at the sky for a few seconds as she waited for her big grin to turn into an apathetic look. She reached out towards the sky with the hand her hand was on, watching as her ring carefully. A sky flame began to form around the ring, harmless and fluttering around the ring as if it was a flag on a flag pole. The flame was small, but grew slightly larger until the growth came to a sudden stop. She licked her lips as she began to speak in a apathetic tone, "I purged this area of Namimori." She answered, her soft feminine voice echoing throughout the empty street as she smiled, holding in a laugh as she kept her apathetic tone. "I've been waiting for you, Takumi-kun. I've been waiting to finally meet the modern Shogun Ienobu, someone who will change the world for the better." She turned, showing her blank expression to Takumi as she held out her ringed hand out towards him, the Dying Will flame fluttering even more. "But with change, there will always be those who will do anything and everything to prevent it. As Grand Inquisitor, I myself will carry out this grand purge of Namimori to prevent this change." She looked at Takumi, inspecting him closely before faking an expression of pure and utter hatred. She quickly closed her open hand and made it into a fist, the Dying Will flame growing larger once again. "Takumi-kun, show me your Dying Will! Show me the legendary will that will spark the flames of change!" she called out to him, pulling one of her boxes from her cloak. She pointed her Dying Will flame toward a hole in the box, waiting for him to do the same. Maintaining her glare the entire time. She was quite the actress. [/style] [tr][atrb=style, background: #8197a8; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.8; height: 15px; ][style=height: 15px; width: 275px; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center; color: 434645; margin-top: -20px; ]WORDS; 377 . TAGGED; Takumi . NOTES; texttextexttexttext . [/style]

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[Takumi Saito]

[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450px,bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background: #000;] TAGS:Masuyo NOTES:Didn't seem right to attack first.

[atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲ [style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]It was a girl. She seemed no older than he was. She made a series of bewildering gestures until her hand was above her head. Takumi saw the flitter of orange flame and cast off his backpack, putting his hands at his waist, ready to retrieve his boxes. The flame was faint but growing in strength as each second went by. What disturbed Takumi the most about her was the lifeless way she described her action. She had "purged" this section? That's all these people were to her, just scrawl on a whiteboard to be erased and rewritten? As her speech went on Takumi's blood boiled to frightening levels. He hated people like this "Grand Inquisitor," people who think they get to decide everything because of their strength. The look on her face told him that the enmity was mutual. "I don't care about whatever change you're saying I'm bringing. You can take your shogun crap and shove it."

[/i] said the visibly agitated teen, his right hand clutching a small silver ring adorned with a bright orange gem that hung from a chain around his neck. "All I know is you're a terrorist and a murderer. For the sake of Namimori, you go no further."[/i] In one motion, he snapped the chain from his neck and put on the ring. "Takumi-kun, show me your Dying Will! Show me the legendary will that will spark the flames of change!" the girl announced challengingly. He didn't need to be asked twice. His fist clenched and an orange burst of flames emerged from the ring. It was matched only by the intensity of the flame in his eyes. The box at his right exploded in orange light as he inserted the ring flame. It faded into the form of a small bird with equipment over its eyes reminiscent of horn rimmed glasses with tufts of sky flames coming out of either side. "Go, Pipi."[/i] The bird nodded and began flying circles around the two of them creating an imaginary perimeter. Takumi then opened the second box and orange flame overcame him momentarily. When it dispersed he looked unchanged but a simple flick of his wrist and a bright orange light began to shine through the jacket sleeve. Within seconds the sleeve had burned off up to the elbow, and the revealed skin was covered in a shapeless aura of shifting Sky Flames that stemmed from the glowing studs on his bracelet. Without breaking eye contact with the girl, Takumi knelt down and with his enflamed hand picked up the flowers he had discarded earlier. They fizzed and crackled in his hand until finally bursting into flames. He cast them aside and walked toward her with steps of war. She wanted to see his legendary flame. She was about to get a first row seat.

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[FUKAZAWA MASUYO]

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[atrb=style, background: #9AB6EA; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.9][style=height: 375px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: FFFFFF] She watched him closely as he gave his two cents, frowning slightly when he told her to take her shogun crap and shove it. But a small small curved her lips but she quickly forced it into another emotionless expression, he had fallen for it. He called her a terrorist and a murderer, which made her struggle to hold in a laugh but she maintained a perfect face void of emotion. She liked this one, he was willing to avenge and protect the people of Namimori and she could see the flame that was burning in his eyes, his resolve. She watched as he snapped his ring from the chain and put it on his finger, bright sky flames bursting from it. He had accepted her challenge, the first thing he did was call out his box animal. He whispered a command to the hawk that had emerged from the white light of the box he opened, causing it to fly into the air and encircle them. And he pulled out a second box, she kept her eyes focused on it as he opened it, watching as a orange flame covered him, then suddenly emerging from the flame a completely different person. He obviously had never heard of flame-resistant clothing as his fancy jacket was burned all the way to the elbow and his fists engulfed in a orange flame emerging from bangles. She didn't flinch once, maintaining her stance as her Dying Will flames were close to opening her own box as she watched her opponent. He got to his knee and picked up red roses, which caused her slightly blush but quickly dismiss the redness, had he gotten them for her? She watched as they burned in his hands and as he began to take slow steps towards her. My god, he went Super Saiyan, she thought to herself. "I'll go easy on you." she muttered. Pressing the ring against the box, and pointing the box into the sky as a white light shot out, forming into a white silhouette of a short staff. He held out her hand for it, grabbing the orange staff, the silver ends of the staff beginning to emit sky flames. She began to spin the staff in front of her, creating a ring of sky flames as she spun it faster. She stopped the fast spin as he came closer, getting into a stance that mimiced a spearman preparing to thrust his spear into the enemy and she then smiled. She then charged, clearing her mind of unneeded thoughts as she closed the space between them. All she was thinking of was getting end of the staff somewhere on his body, then she could create a small explosion. But as she neared him, she spun elegantly around him, using the end of the staff that was in front of her to ram into his back. She would've crossed her fingers in hopes that this would land, but she was holding the staff. [/style] [tr][atrb=style, background: #8197a8; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.8; height: 15px; ][style=height: 15px; width: 275px; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center; color: 434645; margin-top: -20px; ]WORDS; 500 . TAGGED; Takumi . NOTES; texttextexttexttext . [/style]

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[Takumi Saito]

[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450px,bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background: #000;] TAGS:Masuyo NOTES:Man I don't know what my box weapon does.

[atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲ [style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]Her apathy was evenly matched by his rage. In fact it seemed to fuel it. The reason he made the vigilante group was to deal with people like her. She released her box weapon and in spun it around in a fit of weapon prowess. The flames on either end were a deep orange and Takumi knew it would be best to not be near it. The spinning stopped and she assumed a pikeman's charging stance. The time had come for Takumi to test his resolution once more. Out of the blue she began to charge at him, her eyes betraying only murderous intent. A frontal attack was what he was hoping for. Had her weapon been ranged she could have controlled his space effectively but she needed to get close to deal damage, something that delighted Takumi who was very confident in his close combat ability. He stood his ground and prepared to meet her charge but once she had gone close enough she side stepped the boy and gracefully maneuvered around him. He turned around just in time to see her staff seconds from touching him. It's too late to dodge. I have to try and block it somehow.

[/i] He crossed his arms in defiance and focused as hard as he could on his bangles. All he could do was pray that he could compress the flames enough to form a shield; he was very unfamiliar with his box weapon and its capabilities. An explosion ringed in his ears and slid him backwards a few meters. The shield hadn't worked but he could see that the much of the explosion was parried by the Sky Flame coating which was now thinner around the blast area. His left arm felt like someone had thrown a brick at it but it was otherwise alright. Uncrossing his arms he called out to his assailant, "Not bad.."[/i] and immediately ran at her for his counterattack: a clothesline with his right hand coated in Sky Flames directed at her neck area. He whistled and Pipi came swooping down from her aimless flight towards the battle. "Pipi, dive bomb!"[/i]

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