Post by Airu on Oct 1, 2009 22:30:54 GMT -6
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Everything seems so... different...
And yet... the same...
Her mind was adrift in times of several hundred years before, when her life was less lonely... much less. The familiar, but new, sights excited her even more. But she knew she could never aquire her days fledging entirely by merely returning to the place of her birth. The loss of her family would always remain with her. She knew of her parents, uncle, and aunt's deaths were true - she watched over their corpses for an agonizing and mournful two hours. But of her cousin Minato, she had no clue. Had he perished? Or was he, in some way and some happening, living and lingering amoungst, and disguised, these mortals? She wish she knew - God, she longed to know what has befallen upon her only living kin. And because of such desire, she had been led into searching the globe for her cousin even though her chances of finding him were far beyond the glittering hope of 'dismal.' She shook her head to clear her thoughts, her visage drooping to mourning state at the remembrance of her relatives.
She absently, lazily hefted her head up at the near peel of a disfire, which was soon followed by a strong aroma of blood. But the moment the sweet, metalic smell and taste of the blood reached her, her mood immediately enlighened - alothoug the reason for such action unbeknownst to herself.
Until...
...she recognized the blood and, after mentally scouring the area, a familiar aura.
"Minato," she whispered to herself, utterly in complete delight and joy at the fact that her cousin was there - actually there - in their birthplace.
Having been aimlesly strolling the streets, she sprinted directly toward Minato's presence, straight through the small thicket and clusters of trees and shurbery.
Minato, I can't believe it! After so long...
Her thoughts died as she felt his aura grow as she drew closer, although now she could distinguish another presence with Minato, and she was curious as to what he was doing. Dinner, perhaps? It seemed logical, but then the fact that it was Minato who was bleeding retuned to her. With that knowledge, she hastened her sprint so that if she was to aid Minato, it would not be too late. But the scene she arived to was not as quite as she had expected, rather it was somewhat humorous to her and decided to sit back and watch for the time being, or, at least, until she was noticed...
Minato's countenence remained unchanged at his failed second attempt for the pistol, but inwardly he was becoming rather agitated. Which was a odd occurance, since Minato rarely showed few signs of emotion, even if it was only to himself.
He did not so much as flinch at Hiashi's kick; pain was what he most craved, and he can never get enough.
Which was what brought Minato back to his previous action of reobtaining the pistol from her, and, as he knew she would be, Hiashi could not be swayed to hand it over.
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...or until she could not stand to wait any longer.
She eased herself off the bark of the tree she had been leaning on; idling there and waiting for her moment to make an appearance. She took a few steps forwar, unveiling herself from the dark gloom of the trees.
"Mina~" she called in a sing-song voice, an innocent smile apparent on her expression - and one that was, in the worse and most uneasing sense, off.
Minato's eyes widened at the new female voice - a voice of days long past. Forgetting Hiashi and the pistol entirely, he spun on his heel to the origin of the voice, hoping that his long lost cousin would be standing there before him, and her call not a figment of his imagination.
"Nao... to," he breathed, incredilous. And it was, clad in male jacket and slacks, a newsboy hat atop her short cut blue-ish indigo tresses, Naoto Aimizu - Minato Kuraiyuki's cousin.
Naoto smiled happily at Minato's registration, overjoyed that he remembered her. From the holster on her hip, she pulled a sleek, black and chrome-coated revolver. Using both hands to swiftly position and aim the firearm at Minato's stomach, Naoto smirked and pressed on the trigger, her arm rising above her from the gun's recoil. A resounding peal once more spread through the air, and as it did so, the bullet followed its chosen path, straight for Minato... and reaching its target.
Minato's hand instantaneously rose to clutch the impalement in his abdomen, staggering backwards a few steps before stumbling over his own feet and landing flatly on his back.
Naoto cheerfully sauntered over to Minato's fallen form, crouched, and hovered over him, allthewhile smiling happily.
"How've you been, Mina~?" Naoto inqueried in, yet again, an innocent manner that seemed to betray her true motives.
Minato stared up at Naoto, still bewildered by her sudden appearance. He shrugged muselessly as a response. His eyes roamed to view the area around him, noticing and intrigued that, from where he lay, was a whole new perspective of things. For one, the sky seemed to reach up so much more than from his normal height. His silver gray orbs landed on the trees that edged the small thicket; to him they, too, seemed to tower over him. His attention found Hiashi, and soon off Minato figured out that from where he was was a clear view up her skirt. Minato's head lolled on the ground to face the opposite direction, although the vaguest hint of a smirk was present on his visage.
His back seemed to become sickingly wet, and Minato then remembered Naoto's gun fire upon him, resulting him to bleed enough to spread across the pathway two or three feet. Inwardly, Minato was furious. A shot to the stomach would have been a great deal of flavorful pain that he would have loved to experience, but he was too caught up in the arrival of his cousin that he had forgotten to savour the affliction.
Dammit, Minato berated himself, ready to shoot himself because he had not paid any mind to the impalement. But, if Minato wanted to punish himself for doing so, then he should refrain from shooting himself, although he highly doubted that he was capable of doing such torture to himself.
When Naoto realized that Minato chose to stay where he was, she rose back to full height. She smiled warmly down at him as he obviously became lost in his thoughts. Wait... the other, she mentally said to herself, remembering the vampire she observed Minato struggle against. Naoto swiftly turned to face the female; eyeing her, scrutinizing her.
"Who," Naoto asked bluntly, "are you?
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