<< Keh! -snorts in disgust- Darn tootin! How can you &%*#ing think that I'd let Kagome run around here without her koi? Oy! woman! get it right, Its Inu, not locke. He's for other rp's.Geeze... you finally get to date me and you dont brag about it to everyone... -sigh- ... ... oh. I'm not thinking this... i'm... typing... AH! -hide's behind Sango again- (and would you believe... she's the drooling Inuyasha fan! Xp But i'm gettin there.) ^^ My character... actually, he is a cross between.. well, you'll see. ^^ Anywho, I'm gonna try to catch up real quick... and if there are any misspellings then 'scuse them please... its been too long since i had an english class for me to care about.>>
The next night. The same dream. It continued too long. He could never fall asleep. He desperatly needs to, though, and every part of him killed him for not sleeping.
"Faith."
That name rang in his mind's eye. Something in the days after had reminded him about her. The night sky was dotted with stars, the same with the sparkle in her eyes. The breeze seemed to carry scents from far off...
Her's was in that gentle gust. But he couldnt be sure. He gathered a few oddities and hopped from the three story room and onto the pavement. He was linked to this girl, he promised something. His psychic abilities could feel some bond between them. Faint. Odd. But everlasting. Only his promises held that weight. He looked over at his 'home.' The couple had taken him in not too long ago, he had gotten himself a job at a local nightclub, and he had continued his training in the art of Bushido as well as the many martial arts. He had that hole in him still. His prized katana, which he nick named 'Twilight', was taken from him. The only girl he felt like talking to...
He stopped his thoughts dead in their tracks. He could never think of her and not feel the lump in his throat. He wanted to finally say Hello. Slowly his eyes became their usual shade of slate grey. A few puddles had reflected his disheartened features. Maybe the circus would do? He turned towards the clearing in the distance that the tents were visible at. He didnt need to walk for long, his psychic powers had slowly retunred to him, and he had remembered his ability to walk, or run, almost as fast as a cheetah. That ability soon lead him to the tents.
Her scent was stronger now.
"The winds are changing..." He muttered to himself, sniffing the air.
She was close, he could feel it. From behind him, a few twigs snapped as he felt it. Someone was trying to catch him. He scoffed before he decided it had come close enough.
"That... my dear chewtoy..." He began, drawing his replacement blade and slicing the pokeball in half, "Was a horrible mistake."
"Wh-what?!" Oh yeah, he read fear all over them...
"Lets get him!"
Again the men tried to capture the morph, he almost let himself be caught, just so he could show off. He wondered if she could hear him...
He wondered if he could find her...
"You can't get away!"
Hies pupils turned from a saddened grey to jet black. Pissed jet black. Small pebbles rose from the ground, tents fell. He even smiled as the elephant landed on the men. It felt good to talk to someone. He hadnt done so in... years. Ever since he had found out he wasnt a normal pokemorph.
He felt her near. He could feel her power rising. He could feel her anger. He felt the need to rush to her, so soothe her. To calm her down. He had a feeling that this would only lead to trouble. Her anger caused pain. <<That pain seemed to be her fuel. ^^ inside joke, gomen...>> He needed to watch over her. He knew he had to find her. Now.
He rushed through the tents, sensing her become stronger, closer... and then he saw the pillar of dark energy.
"Oy. Thats gotta be fun..." He smirked.
The tent wasnt too far off. He ran to it, only to find a small houndour crouching over a familiar person. His powers, which he rarely used, were concentrated on him going on undetected. He stayed there, silently watching as he waited for her to wake.
"Nice nappy..." He heard her sweet voice ring in glee. He could tell she wasn't too fluent in English, so he spoke in his native tongue.
"K...konni...chi wa, Faith-sama. Jiko shoukai sasete kudasai... Sessha wa... Takeda-dono..." << Hello, Faith. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Takeda. (sessha is the honoable that is used by samurai.)
His eyes began to turn an awkward shade of red mixed with yellow and white. He was a total wreck. Feelings arose that he had never felt. His cheeks flushed. His breathing was irregular. At least he remembered this feeling. He felt this way every time he looked at her...
<< gomen for the long one...>>