<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474</id><updated>2011-07-14T14:25:19.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dousojin Lin</title><subtitle type='html'>A RolePlay Blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>220</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-4539398648949754736</id><published>2008-05-29T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:22:31.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*squeals of happiness*  We may continue now that we know that our dear sister Medievna is well!  We are all happy it was work and not tornados that kept her away.  *planning party*  Tis cause for celebration XD.  Good to see you again Anna-san, we all love you and couldn't possibly continue DL without you!  We're a family here at DL and...we'll try not to panic so much next time, ne? ^.^;;;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-4539398648949754736?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/4539398648949754736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=4539398648949754736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/4539398648949754736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/4539398648949754736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/05/squeals-of-happiness-we-may-continue.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-7304878549440093835</id><published>2008-05-26T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:54:49.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This site is currently on hiatus, for one of our number is missing and as she lives in one of the Tornando danger-zones, we are all quite worried and so must wait to see if she is all right.  I have no real way to reach her except for a certain IM and have not see her.  If we don't hear from her we may need to start anew...as her character was immediatly involved with one of the main chars, Rune.   The story thus cannot continue without our dear medievna.  Let us all hope she is well and that is only work that is keeping her busy and isn't anything life-threatening.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;WE MISS YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-7304878549440093835?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/7304878549440093835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=7304878549440093835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/7304878549440093835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/7304878549440093835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-site-is-currently-on-hiatus-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-5640419363841819582</id><published>2008-04-11T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:29:04.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Caine.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“How does that feel darling?”  He purred at her, rubbing her soft mound firmly, loving it as she squirmed against him.  His fingers were already quite slick with her juices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Jou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Jou shifted in his sleep.  What time was it?  He was sore…he felt like his body was stretching.  And what was this smell?  He could smell blood…flesh…Komi…yes…he could smell Komi…and others….others beyond the confines of his room.  His eyes shot open…he could sense everything…and the pain…it was spreading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leapt out of the place that was his bed, away from Komi who he knew had been next to him.  He set his hands…no they were quickly becoming claws…on top of his head.  Fur was starting to spread across his skin, brown and red and black.  His teeth were lengthening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No…’ he thought desperately, ‘No…I can’t….i don’t want her to see…I don’t want….stop…no…I don’t want to….i musn’t…kill….KILL…FLESH….BLOOD…no…i…I can’t…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“NO!  Iie!  I…Ko…Komi….”  He struggled to keep his sanity.  The fool moon…he was nearly wolf now…he wouldn’t keep his sanity much longer… “Run…run Komi….hide from me…please…don’t come back until the moon is gone….go…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His last words were drowned out by his screaming and he slowly…agonizingly formed into a very tall wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Kasumi.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kasumi hugged Naru tightly, “I’ll get a job…and…I will help you with your sister…ne…Naru-kun?  You helped me…”  She whispered as she held onto him. Hugging him gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Lily.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lily smiled seductively at the man, kissing him, “You are quite tasty…what fun have you in store for me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Lin-chan.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin blushed.  Requests?  She could certainly act on what she wanted, but…request…somehow she found it difficult.  Would he judge her?  Certainly not…this is what he did…wasn’t it…he surely had stranger requests than hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She blushed heavily, finding it truly hard to thin with him positioned as he was against her…she felt quite at his mercy…it was something she enjoyed though.  “I…ah…I’d….like….b…biting…”  She stuttered, “I don’t know why…”  she said quickly, feeling quite childish, “I…just…like to…be bitten…and…just…be…controlled in…ah…this…I want…to…be at your mercy.”  She blushed up at him, “You find me strange don’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Orren.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Orren stopped and gazed at the young angel.  He was a busy angel and he didn’t have time to waste, but if she desired to help, that would be fine, as long as she didn’t hinder him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyed her a moment longer, “He is near, but…his whereabouts are being hidden from me…I feel someone has set protection about the place he is hiding.  I assume Rune has found him already…but I am curious as to why he hasn’t been delivered to his Master.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gazed at her another moment, “Have your wits and strengths about you, miss Kayoko…Rune…is close by and he is quite dangerous…as are some of his cohorts.  I sense that he’s gathered others.  They are quite powerful…however annoying they may be.  Come…follow me…and prepare yourself.”&lt;br /&gt; He then turned from her and took long strides in the direction of gunshots.  The immortals of this  place were quite horrible and he didn’t like them at all,  but that wasn’t important right now.  Rune…yes…Rune was this way.  Strange…if he had the weapon…why was Shoushin not with him?  Why had he not returned it to his Master?  Was Shou locked up?  For what purpose?  Had he somehow…remembered his true place in this war?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-5640419363841819582?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/5640419363841819582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=5640419363841819582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/5640419363841819582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/5640419363841819582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-does-that-feel-darling-he-purred-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-4295416946050998211</id><published>2008-04-11T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:09:05.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v284/KittyWillow/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Kayokonew.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v284/KittyWillow/Kayokonew.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Kayoko was only a few steps behind Orren when he'd taken off running but she was quickly falling behind. Her part of Heaven wasn't exactly fast-paced and she'd never had to do a day's work in her life, so the angel wasn't used to this level of physical activity. The natural result of living such a pampered lifestyle was that she could barely run for ten minutes without getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orren!" The brunette called to him, panting heavily. "Wait up!" Kayoko leaned forward slightly and put her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. Earth had seemed like it was all fun and games so far, but this running business might be enough to send her back to her home. Once her lungs were working properly again so looked up at her fellow angel with a confused look on her face. "What happened back there? Where's Shoushin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v284/KittyWillow/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Toru2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v284/KittyWillow/Toru2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  "Don't be shy, Lin..." Toru muttered into her ear, punctuating each word with another kiss. He couldn't suppress a grin as she began to touch him back, running her fingers over his chest. Gently pushing her down to a laying position on the floor, Toru held onto Lin's shoulders lightly and began to trail kisses down her neck and chest. The incubus reached her still-clothed breasts before looking back up at her with glinting eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While I'm here, any requests?" he asked, yet another grin finding its way onto his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v284/KittyWillow/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Mao.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v284/KittyWillow/Mao.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Mao's eyes lit up at the Chinese boy's suggestion. Finally, here was someone with their priorities right! She began to put the assorted bottles of alcohol back into their hiding place, lifting them in a way which vaguely resembled the way a mother puts her newborn baby into his crib. When she was done there was only one bottle left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have just the thing," she announced proudly, holding up the vessel. Its contents were a dark, murky colour and smelled like it was probably past its 'best before' date, but Mao didn't seem phased by any of this. "I don't remember what all's in it, but I know it's good." She smiled evilly at Tao, excited to see exactly what mood enhancers he planned to contribute to their little two-person party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((OOC: I love it when DL comes back to life. I even got new avatars to celebrate, hehe. It's so great to see you around again, Kasumi! ^_^ Just so you know, the Kayoko and Toru RPs are continuing the ones from, like.. 2005. XP))&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v284/KittyWillow/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Kayokonew.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-4295416946050998211?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/4295416946050998211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=4295416946050998211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/4295416946050998211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/4295416946050998211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/04/kayoko-was-only-few-steps-behind-orren.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmy-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481091429090926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-98771135478040122</id><published>2008-04-07T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:35:04.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/kithref.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit held her breath, quite frightened, but she didn't come all the way here to die.  "I mean no harm..."  She said heavily, "He'd helped me escape and let harm come to himself for purposly not finding me for my father.  I want to help...even if it means going back down there to get it..."  She said trying not to break down.  "I...whatever you ask to convince you of loyalty i'll..."  She paused gazing at a figure coming swiftly into view, storming towards the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rune stormed up to the bar, Taka was outside with a rather startled and frightened Hiroshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dammit, Taka, don't go without telling me, Orren still lurking around...what if something happened?  And Hiroshi you big idiot, you shoulda come back, you can't take on Dante by your-....he paused and looked at the girl that Taka was threatening.   His eyes widened, all frustration forgotten.  He hadn't seen her in 30 or so years, maybe less, what was she doing  in Soma.  "Kit...what are you doing here?"  He asked curiously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit was glad to see him, she smiled, but then went rigid again, glancing at the still angry woman called Taka.  "Ru...Rune-sama, i...i'd heard what was going on, i wanted to repay you, for helping me out of that place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rune just stared a moment then set a hand on Taka's shoulder, "Let her go, Taka.  She isn't an enemy.  She's Lucifer's second child, but unwanted...merely a slave to him, i helped her get free of that place, she hates him.  You want to help then?"  He asked looking at Kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yes...anything you ask of me...i truly owe you my life...had you taken me back, i'd be dead...i owe you, but more than that, i want to help, if you'll let me." Kit gasped looking at Taka and hoping against hope that the woman would let her down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, if you want, i guess.  More help, i suppose, is always welcome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shou laughed as he tugged on his shirt, "I wouldn't put it past him.  Girl or not....when he's angry...well...last time he got angry...more than 100 immortals were killed.   Or so the tale goes...but i have seen him do even greater damage than that.  Frightening really."  She shuddered at the thought.  "I wouldn't want to be on his bad side...almost was...well...strong as i am...i won't go against him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-98771135478040122?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/98771135478040122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=98771135478040122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/98771135478040122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/98771135478040122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/04/kit-held-her-breath-quite-frightened.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-4989027186961111968</id><published>2008-04-07T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:14:54.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" /&gt;Taka turned and put the barrel of her gun against the girl's head, glaring angrily. "How about you shut the fuck up and go outside nice and quiet like, eh? You and I are gonna have a chat. Now move." Still gripping the sobbing Hiroshi's arm, Taka followed Kit from the bar, her gun trained expertly on her head. Once outside, she released the changeling and grabbed Kit by the shirt, throwing her up against the wall and placing her gun at her temple. "Now then, how the fuck do you know about Rune? You lie, you die, and I'm losing patience, so speak quick-like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/milenahot.jpg" /&gt; Milena smirked as Rune rushed out the front door. She winked at Yori, who was still standing in a corner of the kitchen, and bent to pick up her dress from the bathroom floor. "Well, now that Rune's done napping, I'm going to go claim the bedroom." Turning, she kissed Shou, biting his lower lip as she pulled away. "You're welcome to join me, of course." Smirking again at Yori, she made her way up the stairs and into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/yori2.jpg" /&gt; Yori watched Milena ascend the stairs and shut the bedroom door, and then looked to the bathroom. Shou was nearly dressed, and she silently admitted to herself that he was rather good looking, for a sex-crazed...whatever he was.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now's my chance!&lt;/span&gt;  Quietly, she walked over to the bathroom and leaned in, watching him finish putting his clothes back on. "Do you think Rune would really hurt me?" she asked in her best 'scared little girl' voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-4989027186961111968?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/4989027186961111968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=4989027186961111968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/4989027186961111968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/4989027186961111968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/04/taka-turned-and-put-barrel-of-her-gun.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-3478609567963166858</id><published>2008-04-07T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:56:36.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rune grumbled under his breath but glanced back at Milena, "Not always, ima get Taka, she went after Hiroshi apparantly, you shouldn't have left him alone, he's probably a nervous wreck, that'll only make him suspicious...."  He growled under his breath, "Whatch her will you.." He said sharply before slamming the door and thundering out into the night, swiftly headed for the bar.  All at once it was slow and quick getting there, the bar was barely within sight when heard a resounding gunshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christ...and they say i'm destructive..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/kithref.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit fell out of her seat and gapped in awe and shock at the woman and the now immobal man that she'd shot.  The gunshot was still ringing in her ears.  She quickly got to her feet and rushed up to them as the blue-haired boy began to cry.  She approached the woman cautiously and whispered as loudly as she dared.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna venture a guess here...but...you're working with Rune-sama aren't you?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-3478609567963166858?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/3478609567963166858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=3478609567963166858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/3478609567963166858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/3478609567963166858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/04/rune-grumbled-under-his-breath-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-3320285274853881888</id><published>2008-04-07T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:45:26.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/milenahot.jpg"/&gt; Milena smirked seductively at Shou, turning off the shower faucet and taking a towel from the nearby rack. "Yes, I know," she purred, drying herself. "You are quite talented as well." She winked and leaned over to him, nibbling slightly on his neck, and exited the shower. Outside in the living room she could hear whining and a low, threatening growl, and she rolled her eyes. "For being the right hand of doom, she certainly is crass." She wrapped the towel around herself and opened the bathroom door, leaning on the doorjamb. "Rune, darling, you don't always have to threaten people. Sometimes just talking to them works quite well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/taka2copy.jpg" border="0" alt="DL_Taka"&gt; Taka glanced sidelong at the girl who had started to address her, taking a slow drag off her cigarette. She narrowed her eyes as she appraised her, looking her up and down. The girl was ridiculously nervous, and Taka sensed her mind was a storm of confusion and worry. "Whatcha lookin' at?" she glowered threateningly, baring her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiroshi peeked from the door of the bathroom, hoping Dante had left. What he saw, however, made his jaw nearly drop to the floor. Taka was seated right next to the prince, slowly sucking on a cigarette and growling at the girl named Kit. He whined inwardly, wondering if he could try and sneak out of the bar before anyone noticed, but he figured Taka would probably kill him for it. His heart pounding, Hiroshi quickly made his way from the bathroom hallway to the bar. "Erm...Taka...we should go--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the fuck took you so long, you little twerp? Do you gotta go hide every time you get nervous? Fucking hell, I should be getting paid for babysitting your ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiroshi winced, playing with the hem of his shirt. "I'm sorry, Milena said to--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't give a flying rat's ass what Milena said, you got more sense than that. C'mon, let's get out of here before you wet yourself." Taka grabbed Hiroshi's arm, stood, and faceplanted into a rather large immortal who had just approached the bar for a drink. "What the fuck you think you're doing? Outa my way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The immortal laughed, poking her hard on the forehead. "-You're- in -my- way, little girl. Move yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taka felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up, and she gripped Hiroshi's arm harder as he tried to wriggle away to safety. "You made two mistakes there, bucko. One, you touched me. Two, you insulted me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yah? Whadya gonna do about it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one deft movement Taka had her gun from its holster and in her hand, its barrel resting idly against the immortal's chest. "I'm gonna make you cry." Her finger moved just enough to pull the trigger, and the resounding blast shook the still air of the bar. Her victim flew backward into a wall and several other patrons, landing limply on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiroshi began to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-3320285274853881888?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/3320285274853881888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=3320285274853881888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/3320285274853881888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/3320285274853881888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/04/milena-smirked-seductively-at-shou.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-396236348919134267</id><published>2008-04-07T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:23:07.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rune watched the girl break down and didn't really know what to make of it, but listend to her explanation calmly.  He felt himself grow angry again.  Taka didn't need to go stalking off like that, she coulda at least told him where she was ging, he wouldn't have minded so much.  His eye must have been glowing because the woman looked even more fearful.  He charged off to take his trenchcoat from a hook and pulled it on, still not bothering to button his shirt, he'd quite forgotten about that.   He then stalked toward Yori again and cornered her against the wall, his hands on either side of her , gazing at her threateningly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going after her.  I don't know what kinda trouble your in....but if you do anything...&lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;...you'll have me to answer to....keep that in mind....&lt;em&gt;Yori&lt;/em&gt;.  Trust me...i'll know if you did...i won't be gone long."  He then shoved away from the wall and  went for the door.  Hopefully the warning would hold, he didn't want trouble...even though he knew Milena and Shou could take care of themselves...it was still dangerous buisness leavin 'the weapon' alone with the sly vamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/kithref.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit heard taping on the bar, it was the only thing that snapped her from her thoughts.  She glanced over at a frightening red-headed woman who looked like she meant buisness.  Kit shifted in her seat again, but stared at the woman who seemed to be glaring at Dante.  She &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; seem to be after him.   Could this be the woman with Rune?  She glanced around the bar thinking that Rune had come too, but there was no sign of him.  Well, of course not...Dante would have done or said something...she knew he'd been sent after Rune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano..." She started, wanting to ask, but that seemed unwise, the woman looked most dangerous and if the woman was after Dante...and was working with Rune....it was best not to say anything on the matter. She shifted again and took another gulp of sake, glancing only occassionally at the woman and then towards the bathroom.  Perhaps the boy had the right idea...maybe she should try wriggling out the girls bathroom window.  She, however, was too anxious as to what the woman was up to to move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-396236348919134267?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/396236348919134267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=396236348919134267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/396236348919134267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/396236348919134267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/04/rune-watched-girl-break-down-and-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-3246035634911138990</id><published>2008-04-07T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:01:31.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yori nodded slightly, watching Rune nervously as he gazed out the dirty front window. "Thanks...but I'm not really hungry..." She turned in the direction of the bathroom and noted that the shower had been turned off, revealing the giggling and murmuring that was emanating from behind the door. "Do you think Hiroshi will be back soon?" she wondered idly aloud, curling a lock of hair about one finger. She heard Rune snort, almost dismissively, and then heard him turn around. The look on his face changed from annoyance to shame and then to worry, as he took her question into deeper meaning. "I mean, he's just been...gone...a while, you know..." Yori stood carefully, backing away from Rune and into the kitchen. She felt her cheeks grow hot, and could only imagine how guilty she looked. And then she had an idea.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If he goes chasing after that bitch, then he won't be around to interfere with me and the weapon. I'll only have that vampire to contend with, and that shouldn't be too difficult at all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yori threw herself down on her knees, summoning tears to her eyes. "I'm sorry! She told me not to tell you where she had gone, and she had a big gun! I got scared, right?!" She saw Rune tilt his head, his face unreadable, and she turned up the waterworks. "I...*sniffle*....didn't want...*sob*...to get...*sniffle sniffle*..in trouble..." She wiped her nose dramatically, her lower lip quivering. "She said she was gonna go find him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/taka2copy.jpg" border="0" alt="DL_Taka"&gt; Taka stayed secluded along the back wall of the bar long enough to assess the situation. The patrons were mostly drunks and working stiff, hoping to forget their cares and perhaps get laid, and they mostly looked the part. She noted the direction of the bathroom, and decided that Hiroshi was likely hiding in there. "Little bitch," she commented quietly. A white haired figure seated at the bar caught her attention, and Taka began to slowly make her way toward him. He was too well dressed for the place, and his skin looked too soft to mark him as part of the working class. And then there was the pet dragon. "You must be Dante," she said under her breath. There was a nervous looking girl in an impossibly short skirt seated at the bar as well, and Taka fervently hoped this night would end up being fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seated herself two stools away from Dante and knocked on the bartop to get the tender's attention. "Gimme an ashtray," she demanded, taking her cigarettes from a pocket on her belt. She lit one cigarette and turned her head after inhaling, blowing the smoke in Dante's direction. Yes, this was going to be very fun indeed. If Hiroshi didn't show himself before she could start a fight, that was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-3246035634911138990?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/3246035634911138990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=3246035634911138990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/3246035634911138990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/3246035634911138990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/04/yori-nodded-slightly-watching-rune.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-4509231345280835399</id><published>2008-04-07T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:30:17.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shou gladly replied with a mix of groan and pleased scream.  She was certainly delicious...and loved how she'd tightened around him, he spilled his seed into her at this,  a pleasant and all consuming release.   He continued to hold on, emptying himself and his brain feeling rather fuzzy with all the blood gone from it.  "Ahh...' he panted again before smiling at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are quite talented...milady Milena...i can't remember having quite so much fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rune appraised Yori, she'd been hesitant in her response, but realized quickly that Taka must have said somthing, perhaps she wanted some moments alone.  He took a deep breath and closed his eyes a moment to calm himself; if he did this everytime she was out of sight it would drive her off...he didn't need to be so overprotective all the time...no matter how much he hated the thought of having her out of his sights...he'd swallow his pride.  'Don't be an idiot...' he told himself firmly, 'A man...demon...whatever i am...i'm about to be a father...i can't flip over every little thing...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened his eyes again, gazing at Yori, she seemed to talking mentally to herself and looking slightly worried.  'Perhaps she isn't so bad...' he thought, 'whatever she's up to...she seems wise enough not to want to get on my bad side...or pehaps...'  He eyed her a moment longer, wondering perhaps if she was in trouble of sorts.  It was possible, there wasn't a single living creature left that didn't have a serious problem...many were resorting to doing dirty deeds in order to help others.  He sighed again; they'd been right, he was paranoid, he didn't need to question everyone, just stay alert and be himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get yourself something to eat or you'll make yourself sick..." He said to her before heading over to the window and glancing out at the night streets and then leaning against the wall and pulling out his cigs.  He needed a smoke to calm himself...keep himself busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/kithref.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit was grateful that the sake had arrived.  She quickly took a big drink and closed her eyes, hoping to calm herself. 'Don't panic, Kit...don't be stupid...he never saw you before...he just thinks your a little suspicious and maybe a bit of a weirdo...nothing more...don't freak out...dn't let him get more suspicious...don't look at him or talk to him.  Just drink...stay calm...start an idle conversation with someone else...' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced once more to the bathroom, the boy must have shut himself in there...either that or was attemtping to wriggle out a bathroom window.  He'd seemed paniced, too.  Had he been watching Dante?  Surly he couldn't be after him...maybe he'd been attracted to Dante...he seemed the type.  Maybe he'd been wanting to ask him out and she'd freaked him out and lost his nerve.  She wondered, but didn't look at Dante, still feeling occasionaly uncomfortable like he was staring at the back of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren't many people in the bar, someone else had come in and disappeared into the shadows only showing an outline, but no one was near enough to talk to.   Kit turned back to her drink; the barman had left a nice bottle of sake there, senseing she needed it...and she was most grateful, filling her little cup and taking another sip of it.  She wondered if she should leave quickly before something happened, something was most ominous, but she couldn't put her finger on it.  Even though this glaring feeling crept up her spine, she felt it was best to stay put a little longer before moving, she didn't want to seem even more suspicious than she already did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had time slowed?  She wondered if enough time had passed, she felt stange sitting there by herself...she shifted in her seat nervously, glancing again at the bathroom.  'He must have wriggled out the window...a few minutes...it's been plenty more...i didn't mean to startle him...so jumpy...but then am i one to talk?  Geeze...i didn't know that locating Rune would turn into a head-ache...hell probably doesn't remember me anyway.  Will wonder who the hell i am showing up so suddenly offering to help.  He's powerful..he won't need me right?  But that Rune...i could sneak down &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt; and try to get it back...but i'm most unwelcome...'  She sighed into her drink as she took another sip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-4509231345280835399?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/4509231345280835399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=4509231345280835399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/4509231345280835399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/4509231345280835399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/04/shou-gladly-replied-with-mix-of-groan.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-4546526845570661332</id><published>2008-04-07T11:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:55:05.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yori blanched visibly as she saw the look on Rune's face change from sleepy agitation to concern and anger. Struggling to maintain her composure, she shrugged a little too nonchalantly, looking up at the ceiling. "She went..uh...out," she mumbled, feigning disinterest in the topic. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,&lt;/span&gt; she chastised mentally, feeling her face grow hot. She was in a precarious position, and she could easily receive wrath from either Morfran or the people she was supposed to be watching. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I gotta get the fuck outa this city&lt;/span&gt;, she silently grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/milenahot.jpg"/&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh gods, this boy is delicious!&lt;/span&gt; Milena screamed silently. Her nails raked across Shou's back, and she was tempted to bite him, though that would have probably ruined the moment. "Yes.....yes, just like that....oh gods..." she managed to moan between breaths. She felt herself tighten around him, felt her body quiver with anticipation, and she knew she was close. She tightened her legs around his waist, her feet pushing his butt, encouraging him faster and deeper, and as she felt her orgasm overcome her, Milena locked her lips to Shou's, letting her body explode in absolute pleasure. "Come on, darling.....scream for me...." she panted, her eyes piercing his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/taka2copy.jpg" border="0" alt="DL_Taka"&gt; Taka chewed on her lip as she walked swiftly through the streets of Soma, one hand near a .45 pistol that was slung arrogantly on her hip. She was more than a little irritated, and her face was darkened with a scowl. Hiroshi hadn't come back yet, and Milena had left him alone in an unfriendly neighborhood with the prince of hell. She hoped he wasn't dead, or worse. "Why the fuck do I gotta fix everyone's fuck-ups?" she growled to no one in particular. Ahead she could see the flickering neon sign that sagged above a black front door. As she neared she could sense panic and confusion, two emotions that almost always indicated Hiroshi's presence. "Fucking hell, you little twit, you'd better make this worth my time." She pushed open the door and ducked inside, keeping to the shadows of the bar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-4546526845570661332?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/4546526845570661332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=4546526845570661332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/4546526845570661332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/4546526845570661332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/04/yori-blanched-visibly-as-she-saw-look.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-8877239671184387253</id><published>2008-04-07T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:32:01.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shou was pleasantly surprissed as Milena yanked him up and took hold of his member, ready to get down to the real buisness.  He happily held her against the wall as he thrust himself ever deeper into her lucious body.  Ah, yes, he'd forgot had wonderful it was to be with a woman...so warm and wet ans so deliciously deep.  He kept a hardy pace as he pummeled into her.  "Ahh." he moaned; it was so wonderful he could hardly stand it, so magnificent he didn't want it to stop, but he was getting ever closer...as if her were on the verge of madness...his mind empty of all thought...only the knowledge that he must keep going, keep thrusting...harder...faster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rune shifted from his sleep vaguely aware of a knocking sound of something banging against the wall in another room.  He sat up and looked around, still hazy from sleep.  He never used to sleep...not much at least, he wasn't a being that required such a thing, but he'd become quite used to it, enjoying it immensly, in fact, after a wonderous romp in the sack...there was nothing more peaceful than laying next to Taka and falling blissfully to sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Come to think of it...' he thought quietly as he glanced quickly about the room, 'Where is she?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood and dressed quietly, just throwing on his pants and only shrugging on his shirt.  He fiddled with the sleeves, rolling them up his elbows and thinking idly that he felt like wearing red.  He uttered something under his breath and quite suddenly the shirt became a deep crimson red...a neat little trick of his, but nothing of use other than fashion...it could only change colors, not styles...he'd actually have to procure other clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He headed out the door, his shirt open, sleeve rolled to his elbows; Taka must be down stairs seeing to the noise or having a drink or smoke.  He stopped halfawy down the stairs to hear water and moans.  Rune rolled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That shamless idiot..."  He mumbled to himself and continued to the ground floor seeing Yuri keeping to herself and making occassionaly grimaces at the bathroom door.  He glanced around and went towards the kitchen...no Taka.  He felt something hit his stomach...a flutter of anxiety and little anger.  Had he upset her again unknowingly?  Had something happened?  Surely not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glanced at Yuri warily, "Where's Taka?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/kithref.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit sat frozen on the floor as the blue-haired boy rushed towards the bathroom.  He'd left!  He'd rushed off!  Why?  She glanced towards Dante and felt a lump in her throat, Dante was staring in her direction, he'd watched at the boy rushed off and then looked at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Crap...' she thought, even if he didn't recognize her as his sister or otherwise as someone connected to their father...she would still look might suspicious kneeling on the ground under the bar.  She stood up swiftly, perhaps a little too fast.  Everything about her was seeing more and more odd and she quickly wished that she hadn't entered the bar.  Perhaps she should have gone door to door...others weren't so bad as running into her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano..." She hesitated as he continued to stare ominously, she smiled uneasily.  "I'd...uh...tripped and hit my head...you know...i'm a bit clumsy..."  She waited to see if he bought it at all or show any sign of recognition, "...Don't mind me...ano...i ...like your shirt..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quickly sat on an empty stool and tried calmly asking the bartender for sake' .  She contiued to watch the barman with intrest or glance at her fingers as if to see if she'd cracked a nail...but more than anything, she was determined to not cast another look at her brother...she'd gulp down the drink and leave...if he didn't first.   She actually hoped he'd leave, it was the best thing that could happen, for him to be either weirded out or alarmed and rush out...the next best thing for her was if he, even if slightly wary, turned from her and didn't question her....just reguard her as a very strange local.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-8877239671184387253?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/8877239671184387253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=8877239671184387253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/8877239671184387253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/8877239671184387253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/04/shou-was-pleasantly-surprissed-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-6759883024180616445</id><published>2008-04-06T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:20:42.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/hiroshi3.jpg"/&gt; Hiroshi nodded slowly as Kit introduced herself, and he felt himself break into a sweat. He had fervently hoped he would be able to remain in the bar completely unnoticed, almost guaranteeing his not being involved in an altercation. He smiled weakly at the girl, placing his hands gingerly in his lap. "Erm, it's nice to meet you....Kit....Perhaps you should have a seat? That floor looks awful dirty." He giggled nervously, playing with the hem of his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned his head for a moment, returning his attention to the white haired man, and suddenly found that he was staring straight back at him. Their eyes locked, and Hiroshi felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, both at being caught in his observation and being looked at in general. Hiroshi found it very difficult to handle any sort of attention. He began to fidget, and his eyes darted rapidly around the room, looking for some sort of safe escape. He sighted the bathroom and fumbled off his seat, muttering quickly, "Erm, excuse me, I'll be right back," and made a bee-line for the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/milenahot.jpg"/&gt; Milena moaned with delight, shivers coursing through her at Shou's touch. She had to admit, his skill was perhaps a match for her own. She let him continue to please her for quite some time, her fingers entwining in his hair, her lower lip caught between her teeth. When she felt she might climax, she pushed Shou away from her and took his face between her hands, drawing him up to her in a deep kiss. "I want you now," she murmured, taking his cock in her hands. She grinned broadly as he complied, hoisting her up around his hips and entering her with a strong thrust. The cold tile of the shower added to the shocking pleasure of the encounter, and she wrapped her arms around Shou's neck. Leaning down, she began to lick and nibble on his ear as he pumped in and out of her wetness, her breathing becoming faster as their pace increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/taka2copy.jpg" border="0" alt="DL_Taka"&gt; "What the fuck is that?" Taka slid out of bed, careful not to wake Rune, and went to the bedroom door. She could clearly hear two sets of moans, and the sound of running water filled in the rest of what might be happening downstairs. Rolling her eyes, she growled and began to look for her clothes. She pulled on her pants, vest, and boots, and then descended the stairs, quietly shutting the bedroom door behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs Yori sat uncomfortably on the couch, her eyes glancing toward the bathroom door. She looked up with a smile at Taka, who sneered in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hiroshi back yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fucking hell," she grumbled, replacing her various weapons in their proper places on her body. "Well that settles it." She walked to the front door and opened it, grabbing a discarded pack of cigarettes on her way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you going?" Yori called, a note of concern in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna go find the little twit. Don't tell Rune. If he wakes up, tell him I went for a walk or something." She shut the door and jogged down the few steps to street level, and, after checking her immediate surroundings for possible danger, headed toward the bar Milena had come from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-6759883024180616445?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/6759883024180616445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=6759883024180616445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/6759883024180616445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/6759883024180616445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/04/hiroshi-nodded-slowly-as-kit-introduced.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-5454175900846719528</id><published>2008-04-06T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:17:24.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/Kitto/charries/dante.jpg" alt="Dante" /&gt; Dante had downed his first shot, along with the Coke and was now working his way through a vodka martini. Kaeon was sitting on the counter, in plain view of the other patrons, nibbling on the olive. He took a sip of his drink, then shuddered, gripped by a sudden chill that crept down his spine in a most alarming way. Something was not right. He was sure now that he was being followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the back of his neck, feigning the appearance of adjusting a necklace, he tilted his head slightly to peruse the clientel. A few feet away, a blue haired boy was sitting, talking to... someone he couldn't see. Or maybe it was no one. As if he didn't seem strange enough, conversing with an invisible neighbour... was he keeping half an eye in Dante's direction? Or was it just the prince's imagination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue haired boy's eyes turned towards him. Their gazes locked. Dante felt as though ice was running through his veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Shit...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4522/195/1600/849393/tao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4522/195/320/367838/tao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tao grinned. "Quite the wine cellar you've got, darlin'. But I generally prefer something a little stronger. How about you mix us up a little surprise, and then, I'll show you something a little more... mood enhancing," he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Drink was all and well, but it had nothing on his morning routine of wake and bake. He figured Mao, with her very apparent love for mood-altering substance, was sure to get a kick out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-5454175900846719528?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/5454175900846719528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=5454175900846719528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/5454175900846719528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/5454175900846719528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/04/dante-had-downed-his-first-shot-along.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_733FK-H1fUA/TUrJlIqFy_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/2idmdUX74Vk/s220/17JAN10_Kate_0043_LoRes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-8339898083166549006</id><published>2008-04-03T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:22:06.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/kithref.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit groaned from hitting the bar and then smiled embarrassedly at the blue-haired boy.  "Ano....hai..hai...i'm fine...just um...don't let that whate-haired guy see me....please.   He may not recognize me...but...better not to risk it, i'd be in series trouble if he did."   She remained kneeling on the floor beside him glancing occasionally around his stool and trying to adjust herself comfortably...a difficult task in such a short skirt.  She glanced up awkwardly at the boy again.  She might as well introduce herself if she was going to be kneeling so close-by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Kit..."  She said rather nervously and suddenly felt very stupid.  He must have thought she was nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gasped in shock when she stopped but smiled upon her words.  It was only fair, right?  Give her a bit of enjoyment, too?  Though he was rather looking forward to this.  He wanted to touch her, let his fingers glind over that lucious skin of hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, yes..."  He slinked closer to her, his eyes gazing over her hungrily.  He came within inches of her lips staring intensly into her eyes, his left hand glinding up her side to cup and fiddle with her breast a moment then slowly becane to kiss her neck and down to her chest, nibbling at her nipples and down her stomach then...yes....he wanted to taste her, first he let his fingers softly touch her thighs, teasing with brief touches across her soft center then withough warning set an index finger at the entrance and dipped it in.  She was sweetly warm and wet, he'd play a bit like this, although....he really wanted to tast her.  She smelled delicious..and he was...a starving man.  He glanced upwards at her wickedly, she gave up control....and he would now savor his prize.  He licked at her suddenly, his tongue gliding across the slit, "Mmm...tasy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-8339898083166549006?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/8339898083166549006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=8339898083166549006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/8339898083166549006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/8339898083166549006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/04/kit-groaned-from-hitting-bar-and-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-5316242816908815565</id><published>2008-04-03T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:01:21.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/hiroshi3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiroshi fidgeted nervously, his feet swinging freely over the floor of the bar. He swiveled slightly in his stool, and his eyes, one blue and one purple, roamed ceaselessly. The napkin that had been soaking up the sweat from his glass of midori sour was torn to shreds, and his fingers tapped a quick rhythm on the bartop, looking for something else to keep them occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been in the bar for some time now, looking sidelong at the white haired man who was his target. He didn't know why Milena had bothered to take him along on her reconnaissance mission, he was terrified of pretty much everything and useless in a fight. Sighing, he glanced down at his hands, wondering when the vampire would return. She had told him to stay put and keep an eye on the white haired man, and he had been doing just that. He wasn't about to venture out onto the streets of Soma in the dark by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A newcomer caught his attention, and Hiroshi looked up to see a girl faceplant into the bar, apparently hiding from something. He glanced around quickly, to see if anyone else had noticed, and then said cautiously, "Erm, are you ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/milenahot.jpg" /&gt; Milena hummed as she worked Shou. It was a simple task, and yet she was enjoying herself immensely. There was almost no compliment greater in the world than watching someone derive absolute pleasure from her skill, and she relished in it. She smirked to herself as he squirmed and made little strangled noises, his breath coming hard and fast. When she thought she might send him over the brink, she stopped and stood, licking her lips and fangs. "Now now, it isn't any fun if you're the only one on the receiving in, darling. It's your turn now," she said with a smirk, caressing one of Shou's arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-5316242816908815565?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/5316242816908815565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=5316242816908815565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/5316242816908815565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/5316242816908815565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/04/imghttpi23.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-5689104499650959170</id><published>2008-04-02T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:27:34.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/kithref.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit&lt;br /&gt;Age: about 306 and looks 19&lt;br /&gt;Race: Kitsune&lt;br /&gt;Bloodline: Royal&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'3 (5'6 in heels)&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 109&lt;br /&gt;Attire: Usually found in a black tube top, black thigh length skirt, black sleeveless ankle length overcoat and knee-high, laced and toeless stiletto boots. But enjoys wearing victorian or asian styled tops and either a nice short skirt (black mostly but likes the school-girl type too or gothic) and will occassionally be found in baggy pants that barely hang on her hips and a tight shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Personality: She used to be quite shy and still has bouts of it (she's only been free for 30 years), but she is quite kind and loyal to those she admires most (Rune mostly) and would do absolutly anything for the people she cares about. She is friendly and pretty outgoing, though anxiously excited about going new places and meeting new people. She still gets defensive and flinches from personal contact....but badly wants to get past it. She can be fierde if pushed too far.&lt;br /&gt;Biography: Secret child of the devil. Her elder half-brother Dante is unaware of her existance as she was kept away from him and was mistreated regualrly by her father and his coherts and ignored by her mother. She was treated as a regular worker and slave to her father and given no second thought. Her father didn't see it fit for her to have inheritance to his throne and so was denied and put to work as soon as she was old enough. She only ever had glimpses of her brother and limited contact with anyone besides the other workers. Though she had powers she could only to easily draw attention to herself with her magical flames and 9 tialed white fox body and she was much to weak to transform or possess anyone....her father had made sure of it. The only person who knew, outside of her parents, who she was....was Rune. She'd seen him a couple of times but hadn't spoken to him...she'd always been curious about him and the things he was rumored to have done...his powers...the ones he'd recieved when taking the rune (she'd heard whispers of this), and of good things he had once done...saving a mortal girl from death and going against her father multiple times...even helping to thwart some plans by getting too close to the enemy. She wondered how he was able to go on at all...she'd heard his punishments...as she worked rather close to the toture chanber...but she never heard whips or anything (those wouldn't work normally on immortals) but she'd seen her father just touch the rune and looke at him and she'd heard that pain...seen it in his face. He once, after she'd recieved a punishment for eavesdropping, stopped next to her and said 'it's a horrible place...and they do horrible things...i've done them...and i wonder if this is really the place i should be. For certain, though...no one good belongs here...they don't have to follow his orders...bet it's nice' and then he walked away. It made her realize that he understood perfectly how she felt...and was telling her to go...wishing he could do the same. He didn't look sympathetic...he looked hard and cold...but his words were kind. So she was able to get the courage to leave. He'd been sent after her and he'd convieniently didn't find her. Though some time after (as she'd been pretending to be a mortal...living as one and working mortal jobs) she saw him again walking along the road. He merely looked at her....only a slight curve to his lips...barely noticable and nodded ever so slightly to her before turning and walking away. She owed him for these things and she was deeeply appriciative. After the disaster...she heard that he'd finally decided to go against her father and retrieve the rune that would restore him and was currently in Soma. She went in search of him...to help in any way she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/kithref.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't know what she was doing there...not really.  She had the determination to suddenly flock to his aid, but now that she was in Soma, she didn't know what to do with herself...where was he in this strange city....this broken comuity where some area's were still littered with mortal corpses, though it seemed they were gradually being cleaned up, or eatin.  Horrible notion really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shivered, she'd only lived among mortals for 30 years, but she liked them and now most were dead.  Some were scattered here and there...either protected by immortal lovers or had some inborn ability that helped them to somehow come out alive....maybe their souls were only half...maybe they weren't entirely good or bad so could go neither way and were left to simply endure what was to come.  She didn't really understand how it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced across the dirty street...some immortals were walking by...like normal person...going about whatever business they liked.  There was an angel on the far end of the street looking miffed and looking all around. 'Probably on a mission from God' she thought and hoped silently that he wouldn't recognise her as the devil's child...she'd at least hope he'd sense her desire to be left out of it at least.  She turned the other way, heading up the other side of the street.  She didn't know what she was looking for...what sign of Rune could there be.  She didn't know where in Soma he was...definitly didn't know where he was staying or with whom, if anyone at all.  She'd heard, in passing from other immortals, that he was staying with a red-headed woman...well that didn't help.  Kit frowned; she'd seen a few red-heads...but no one of much power and Rune wasn't with them.   Soma was a fairly decent sized place...finding Rune would be no easy matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighed again and headed towards a bar.  She didn't think it would be wise to ask around for him...her father had many spies and could be anywhere....and even if it wasn't the case...just mentioning him could invite trouble...people liked to pick fights with him, others new he meant bad news to anyone he was looking for...and he'd made many enemies for one thing or another.   Last time to was destroying a few high level demons to protect one mortal girl...and before that...desroyed a baar during an attack from yet another powerful demon on the only mortal attendants of that bar...as it had been made for immortals.  He always seemed to protect these mortals...it was a strange thing.   But she somehow understood, she'd grown fond of them herself, afterall.  Many immortals were upset after that bar incident....and apparantly there had been another here in Soma.  She'd passed it earlier and saw what was left and heard many uttering in curses about Rune.  She laughed at this.  He was destructive...trouble followed him everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She entered this bar, hoping to at least have a drink and listen quietly for any mention of him.  Dhe took a few steps into the bar and immidiatly stopped cold, seeing her half-brother there at the bar talking silently to his little pet dragon.  She quickly dove for cover under the bar table, knocking her forehead as she ducked.  She held her head and cursed silently...this was stupid she was sure he knew nothing about her or had even ever seen her before...he wouldn't recognize her right?  So why was she hiding?  She glanced to her right to  see a startled blue-haired boy.  She froze... embarrassed...she was barely in town an hour and she was already freaking out the locals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-5689104499650959170?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/5689104499650959170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=5689104499650959170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/5689104499650959170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/5689104499650959170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/04/kit-age-about-306-and-looks-19-race.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-1149655520458537875</id><published>2008-04-01T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:07:43.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>((Test post, please ignore.))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-1149655520458537875?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/1149655520458537875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=1149655520458537875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/1149655520458537875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/1149655520458537875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2008/04/test-post-please-ignore.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-117651504162872578</id><published>2007-04-13T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:44:01.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v284/KittyWillow/Mao.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The blonde girl exhaled audibly when she felt his lips on her wrist, smiling at him. If things continued to go the way they'd been going, she had no complaints, and wouldn't mind keeping this boy around for a while. They stood up together and Mao began to lead him down the hallway, supposedly towards the kitchen and hence the fridge, but veered off into the bathroom instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Katsu throws away my stuff when I leave it out," she explained to him as she closed the door behind them, "so I got hiding places." Mao expertly located and removed a few loose tiles from the room's floor and began pulling out bottles. White rum, vodka, brandy... the list went on. By the time she was done she'd taken ten different bottles out of their hiding place. Wiggling her eyebrows at Tao conspiratorially, she smirked as she asked "What's your poison?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-117651504162872578?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/117651504162872578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=117651504162872578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/117651504162872578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/117651504162872578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2007/04/blonde-girl-exhaled-audibly-when-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmy-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481091429090926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-117555592932895498</id><published>2007-04-02T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T16:18:49.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4522/195/1600/849393/tao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4522/195/320/367838/tao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tao smiled that charmingly lopsided stoner smile of his and batted his dark eyelashes accordingly, just to show her what 'pretty eyes' he really had. She giggled and he smiled wider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well then, Miss Mao," he said in a mock-serious sort of way, taking her hand. "I must say that I am very pleased to make your accquaintance." He bowed his head over her wrist to kiss it, then looked back up at her. "Are you thirsty at all? I certainly could do with a drink. And if the lady  would like to indulge in something a little more mood-enhancing, I would be happy to oblige." With a twinkle in his pretty eyes, he hopped to his feet, pulling Mao up with him. "I mix an excellent cocktail, by the way."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-117555592932895498?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/117555592932895498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=117555592932895498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/117555592932895498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/117555592932895498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2007/04/tao-smiled-that-charmingly-lopsided.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_733FK-H1fUA/TUrJlIqFy_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/2idmdUX74Vk/s220/17JAN10_Kate_0043_LoRes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-115368688788051526</id><published>2006-07-23T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:34:47.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v284/KittyWillow/Mao.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  "Tao," She repeated softly, liking the sound of it. Compared to the vast number of bland, popular names that were used so frequently all over this city, she couldn't help but think that his sounded a bit sexy and exotic. "You look like a Tao," the blonde girl mused, and with a smile Mao rolled off of him and took a seat on the empty floorspace beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he asked what her name was, she briefly considered giving him a fake one as she so often did with strange men she'd just met, but there was something about this boy that made her feel... safe, almost. Maybe it was just the aftereffects of sobriety screwing with her, but the young one thought that Tao seemed trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Mao," she told him. "Nice to meet you, pretty eyes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-115368688788051526?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/115368688788051526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=115368688788051526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/115368688788051526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/115368688788051526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2006/07/tao-she-repeated-softly-liking-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmy-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481091429090926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-115292575487213405</id><published>2006-07-14T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T18:09:14.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/Kitto/charries/tao.jpg" alt="Tao Lian" /&gt; Tao's blinked slowly, like a lizard in the sun, as the grin slowly melted from his face. She made a good point. He was in the house. Which was apparently hers. And the two of them were at the moment strangers. Strangers in a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; compromising sort of position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have to stay that way, did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah... Sorry 'bout that," Tao said, scratching the side of his shaggy head. "Honestly... I don't even know how I got here... In your house that is... Tao. I'm Tao Lian.." He smiled at the blonde girl again. "And YOU, blondie, are delicious." Gently, he brushed a stray wisp of her hair off her forehead. Her hair was soft to the touch. Like golden gossamar, as gentle and delicate as the rest of her looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that he should have been thinking about &lt;em&gt;the rest of her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So is there a name cute enough to belong to you?" he said softly. "Or are you just an angel without one?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-115292575487213405?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/115292575487213405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=115292575487213405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/115292575487213405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/115292575487213405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2006/07/taos-blinked-slowly-like-lizard-in-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_733FK-H1fUA/TUrJlIqFy_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/2idmdUX74Vk/s220/17JAN10_Kate_0043_LoRes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-115024095349556220</id><published>2006-06-13T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T16:25:47.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v284/KittyWillow/Mao.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although she wasn't exactly used to being in such a compromising position, Mao was surprised to discover that she wasn't embarrassed one bit by the fact that she was quite literally all over this boy. The only problem was that she couldn't think of anything better to do than just look at him and grin. Not that it was such a bad thing to have nothing to say; she did have an awfully nice view..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?" Mao blurted out, then laughed lightly. "This is kinda my house and you're in it, but I don't remember who you are? And like, umm, yeah."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-115024095349556220?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/115024095349556220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=115024095349556220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/115024095349556220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/115024095349556220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2006/06/although-she-wasnt-exactly-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmy-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481091429090926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-114964113333295311</id><published>2006-06-06T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T17:45:33.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/Kitto/charries/tao.jpg" alt="Tao Lian" /&gt; Had it have been anyone else toppling over onto him when he was this sober, Tao's first reaction might have been to laugh anyway. This time, he didn't. He wasn't pissed either. He just grinned like a dope. What else could he do? The blonde stranger was kinda cute. And her laying on top of him wasn't really a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi yourself," he replied, still smiling like a fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-114964113333295311?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/114964113333295311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=114964113333295311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/114964113333295311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/114964113333295311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2006/06/had-it-have-been-anyone-else-toppling.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_733FK-H1fUA/TUrJlIqFy_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/2idmdUX74Vk/s220/17JAN10_Kate_0043_LoRes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-114955570027082495</id><published>2006-06-05T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:02:22.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v284/KittyWillow/Mao.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Taking the boy's hand in hers, Mao pulled his arm in an effort to bring him to his feet, but couldn't manage it and ended up losing her balance and landing on top of the stranger. It occured to her that this wasn't a very comfortable position for either of them, but the idea of removing herself hadn't yet crossed her mind. Giggling slightly, Mao looked down at the boy who was currently pinned to the floor beneath her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi," the blonde girl said simply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-114955570027082495?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/114955570027082495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=114955570027082495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/114955570027082495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/114955570027082495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2006/06/taking-boys-hand-in-hers-mao-pulled.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmy-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481091429090926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-114874336104547437</id><published>2006-05-27T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T08:22:43.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/Kitto/charries/tao.jpg" alt="Tao Lian" /&gt; "Hey... You okay?" a familiar voice inquired from somewhere above Tao. Hand over his hurt eye, the boy looked up with his good eye to peer at the source of the voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked familiar too.  Where had he seen her before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think so," Tao muttered, holding out a hand. "Help me up, buttercup?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-114874336104547437?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/114874336104547437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=114874336104547437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/114874336104547437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/114874336104547437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_733FK-H1fUA/TUrJlIqFy_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/2idmdUX74Vk/s220/17JAN10_Kate_0043_LoRes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-114831748491979009</id><published>2006-05-22T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:04:44.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v284/KittyWillow/Mao.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The blonde girl scrunched up her face in frustration as she once again squirmed around in her bed, trying to find a comfortable position to lie in.  Her head was pounding so badly that it made sleep almost altogether impossible; but this was pretty much a daily problem by now, thanks to her drinking.  Oh well.  It was much easier to be a sleep-deprived drunk than to have a normal sleeping pattern but be sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Mao was startled out of her thoughts (where were those coming from, anyway? Hopefully a drink would make them disappear.) by a loud thud just outside her bedroom.  There was some guy laying on the floor by her doorway looking a bit confused, and it was probably him falling down that'd been so loud.  Mao imagined she looked pretty confused herself, as she sat there staring at him and searching her memory for anything that may remind her who the hell this guy was and what he was doing in her house.  Considering that he had just fallen over and seemed to not know why he was here either, it was a pretty good guess that they'd been drunk together at some point that day.  Or something.  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey," Getting out of bed slowly, she walked over to where he was still seated on the hallway floor, only stumbling a little bit. "You okay?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-114831748491979009?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/114831748491979009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=114831748491979009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/114831748491979009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/114831748491979009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2006/05/blonde-girl-scrunched-up-her-face-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmy-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481091429090926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-114809752357245758</id><published>2006-05-19T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T20:58:43.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/Kitto/charries/tao.jpg" alt="Tao Lian" /&gt; *Blub*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tao wasn't sure if it was all in his head or if something was actually making that gurgly 'blub' noise. His head felt far too heavy to think clearly. It was as if someone had shovelled out the boy's brain and replaced it with a large brick wrapped in cotton balls: heavy and fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, Tao opened his eyes... blinked once... blinked twice... and despite the heavy fog still clouding up his head, a dopey smile spread accross his face as his gaze landed on the source of the gurgle noise. That crazy flying goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached out to try and touch it, but the fish swam through the air and out of his grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, ya damn fish...." Tao mumbled, pushing himself up on his elbow. "Get back here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bastard fish, however, chose to ignore Tao's request and started swimming towards the door. The Chinese boy slowly sat up and climbed out of bed to follow it, his mind not even bothering to question why he had been in a bed in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll get you this time," Tao grunted, shuffling quickly across the carpeted floor in pursuit of the little fish. Not even realizing where it was leading him, he followed it out the door and down a hallway. He was gaining on it. So close... If he reached out, he was sure that he could grab it by the fin. Then he could &lt;em&gt;prove&lt;/em&gt; that the idiot fish was not simply an drug-induced figment of imagination. He started to reach for it, when suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WHUMP!* "FUCK!" *thunk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, Tao had managed to walk straight into the frame of one of the open doors lining the hall. Surprised, he'd stumbled backwards and fallen right on his butt. In those few seconds, the fish had disappeared. And by the feeling of it, had managed to give Tao what would probably be a lovely shiner to the right eye later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goddamnit," Tao muttered, gingerly touching his eye. "It's going to take at least a line and a toke before I don't feel this one. Stupid fish gets me every time..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-114809752357245758?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/114809752357245758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=114809752357245758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/114809752357245758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/114809752357245758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2006/05/blub-tao-wasnt-sure-if-it-was-all-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_733FK-H1fUA/TUrJlIqFy_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/2idmdUX74Vk/s220/17JAN10_Kate_0043_LoRes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-114809588255941750</id><published>2006-05-19T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T20:33:49.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>((What's this? DL is being revived yet again? Indeed! Come on, you know we all missed it. And Kasumi deary, we all miss you too! :3 So, I guess I get to post first, whee. Here we go! ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v284/KittyWillow/Katsuakiav.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  "Here we are," Katsuaki announced when the four of them reached his doorway, and he shifted the unconcious boy in his arms slightly so that he had a free hand to open the door with. The Chinese boy was actually rather cute, he realized, but pushed the thought from his mind as he gently lowered Tao onto the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'He'll be alright there,&lt;/i&gt; he thought. &lt;i&gt;For now.&lt;/i&gt; There; one addict put to bed. Now it was time for the other one. Katsuaki sighed; at least this one was still capable of standing on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mao was safely tucked in her own bed and well on her way to sleep, the redhead turned to Keitaro with tired eyes. As they headed for their own bed, they both knew that once again that there'd only be sleep going on in it that night. Before he drifted off to sleep, Katsuaki gave his lover a sad smile that he hoped looked like it seemed to say &lt;i&gt;'Don't worry, we'll get our time together. Soon.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-114809588255941750?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/114809588255941750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=114809588255941750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/114809588255941750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/114809588255941750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2006/05/whats-this-dl-is-being-revived-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmy-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481091429090926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-113185934401848931</id><published>2005-11-12T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:22:24.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OI.  Well i'm going to be offline for a good while.   I'll be gone for at least 4 months....at most...um hmmm....maybe 8 or more months.  We're movin in with my dad for a short while to save up money and then buy a double wide to put on my father in law's land.  He's pretty much giving us the front pasture. I'm happy though.  I was always happier when i lived in the middle of nowhere.  It's peaceful, lots of nature, animals, trees...and no people..no noisy ass neighbors bugging the crap out of ya...just silence and nature.  What i love best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It will definantly be a while before i have time, even after we get internat back (and unfortunatly no dsl *sigh* you don't get dsl in the country), i'll be having the baby in april so i'll be pretty busy with them.  Still dun't know what i'll have...all but one dream has showed me a boy baby...but ya never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll see you around Anna, and i'll try to catch ya online when i get back online and Kitto, i shall attempt snail mail again, i still have your addy.  *huggles*  i'll miss you guys, take care, i'll try not to be away too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;luv ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ja na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                                                                                       Kasumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-113185934401848931?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/113185934401848931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=113185934401848931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/113185934401848931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/113185934401848931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/11/oi.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112909788219244259</id><published>2005-10-11T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:18:02.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" /&gt; Rune smiled appreciatively and then closed his eyes. "Thanks." He then pulled a pillow under his head and snuggled next to her as he settled in for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" /&gt; Shou went rigid as she popped him into her throat, he fangs cautioned him. '&lt;em&gt;Christ a vampire....God this'll be fun.&lt;/em&gt;' He didn't move, he had to make quite an effort not to move or even squirm, just enjoy the feel of her expertise.   He moaned and quietly wondered if he was indeed going to end up screaming.  He hoped it wouldn't be from the fangs....however kinky it was....but not being able to move would certaily cause it.  "Ahh..."  he groaned a bit louder.  He would eventually end up screaming, this was all too good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112909788219244259?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112909788219244259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112909788219244259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112909788219244259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112909788219244259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/rune-smiled-appreciatively-and-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112909746458865235</id><published>2005-10-11T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:11:04.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka collapsed heavily on the bed, breathing deeply, her eyes half closed in ecstasy. "Yeah, I know," she sighed. "You're not so bad yourself." She let her eyes close as the air of the bedroom cooled her skin and her breathing returned to normal. &lt;i&gt;Best goddamn orgasm EVER,&lt;/i&gt; she told herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/milenahot.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Milena grinned and shrugged, taking Shou full into her mouth. She sucked shallowly at first, then suddenly thrust him back into her throat. The tips of her fangs tickled his member threateningly, as if the wrong move would cause him the most pain he'd ever felt, but she expertly guided him in and out of her mouth. She wrapped both hands around his penis and squeezed slightly, creating more friction and sending a delicious chill throughout his body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112909746458865235?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112909746458865235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112909746458865235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112909746458865235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112909746458865235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/taka-collapsed-heavily-on-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112909700164414589</id><published>2005-10-11T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:03:21.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; As Taka tightened around him he spilled en to her moaning loudly and his fingers gripped her ever tighter, until he finally collapsed on the bed.  He lay there a few moments; his brain moosh, his body felt like jello and his member was now tired.  He breathed deeply, trying to recapture his breath.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gawd...Taka...you are so amazing.." he breathed out finally, his brain and blood having returned to all their  original posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Shou gasped, "Christ..woman that's evil....but....i really love it...bring it on, i'll take everything you got."  He grinned down at her, ready and willing to endure the torture and pleasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112909700164414589?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112909700164414589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112909700164414589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112909700164414589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112909700164414589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-taka-tightened-around-him-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112909664664400111</id><published>2005-10-11T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:57:26.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka's own ecstasy had grown nearly uncontrollable. She grunted and moaned and panted, each thrust bringing her closer and closer. . ."AH, GOD, RUNE!!!!!!!!" Her resulting orgasm caught her off guard. She lived every shuddering result, feeling it course through her viens. Her orgasm pulsed around Rune's penis, letting him know just how much she appreciated his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/milenahot.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Milena kissed Shou deeply, her lips capturing his. She lured him into the spray of the shower, wettening them both, letting the water slide over their bodies. "Remember that part about me making you scream?" she purred into his ear before nibbling on it. She ran her hands over his body, squatting before him and licking everything but his package. "Sure you can handle this, darling?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112909664664400111?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112909664664400111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112909664664400111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112909664664400111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112909664664400111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/takas-own-ecstasy-had-grown-nearly.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112909559891720556</id><published>2005-10-11T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:42:56.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" /&gt; Rune gasped protestantly when she stopped, but her next words had caught him off guard. His passion had him in position without a second thought and he thrust into her. Gasping and clinging to her hips with his hands, his nails digging into her sides. He pummeled into her as fast as he could, making each thrust hard. "uhh...uhh...gawd...Taka..." he was getting close now...on edge and in a frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" /&gt; Shou smiled seductively at her as he removed the rest of his clothes, letting his pants slide off slowly to reveal his length, which was already standing to attention in salute to her nakedness in the shower. He got into the shower, pulling the curtains closed and pulling her to him. "You look delicious...especially when you're wet...." He licked her lips gently and kissed her, "..mmm....tasty.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112909559891720556?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112909559891720556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112909559891720556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112909559891720556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112909559891720556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/rune-gasped-protestantly-when-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112909466343426164</id><published>2005-10-11T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:30:40.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" /&gt; Taka bounced up and down faster and faster on Rune's penis, driving herself into a frenzy. When she thought she was almost there, she abruptly stopped and clambered off of Rune, pulling him up with her. "From behind," she demanded in a low, throaty growl. She positioned her hips in front of him, allowing him to enter her and take the reigns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/milenahot.jpg" /&gt;Milena moaned slightly, loving the feel of Shou's lips and tongue on her breasts. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling his mouth up to hers. "What do you say I start a shower and you take off the rest of what you're wearing? It looks terribly uncomfy right about now." She winked, licking his lips, and then slowly pulled away. She turned around and turned on the shower, letting a little spray glisten on her skin. Milena turned and looked over her shoulder at Shou, beckoning him with a sultry grin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112909466343426164?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112909466343426164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112909466343426164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112909466343426164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112909466343426164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/taka-bounced-up-and-down-faster-and.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112909399512105027</id><published>2005-10-11T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:13:15.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" /&gt; Rune gasped as she thrust herself on him, completely un prepared, but all the same pleasantly surprised. He bucked up, gyrating with her rhythm. He was moaning and holding her hips, loving the feel of her skin in his hands. Her skin alone drove him crazy, everything else was astronomical. He moved his hands up to fondle her breasts as they bounced to their rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" /&gt; Shou unknowingly licked his lips and then smiled at her....or rather at her breasts...body...then face.  He was turned on by the way she touched herself so lightly.  "Oooh..." he breathed out as her reached forward to touch her skin; starting at her shoulder and going up to her neck to pull her closer and then slid down to her milky breasts, pinching the perfectly pink nipples, rolling them in his fingers til they were hard.  He then leant down and licked and nipped at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been hundreds of years since he'd last been with or even seen a naked woman, and this one was the best he'd ever seen.  She was flawless.  He sucked on one nipple while kneeding the other breast with his hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112909399512105027?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112909399512105027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112909399512105027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112909399512105027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112909399512105027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/rune-gasped-as-she-thrust-herself-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112909326930892376</id><published>2005-10-11T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:01:09.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; As abruptly as Taka had gone down on Rune, she stopped. "Take your pants off," she commanded. She quickly undid her pants, slid them off, and climbed on top of Rune. He barely had a chance to remove his own pants before she thrust herself down on top of him, moving up and down in alternating slow and fast-paced measures. A light moan escaped her lips as she gave over to her own pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/milenahot.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Milena grinned and took a step back from Shou. "Well I wouldn't want you ripping anything. Why don't I just take it off for you then?" She slowly slid the straps down over her shoulders, pulling the dress over her breasts and down her torso. Once past her hips it slid easily to the floor, revealing her milky white skin. She ran her fingertips lightly over her breasts and stomach, licking her lips. "Is this better, Shou darling?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112909326930892376?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112909326930892376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112909326930892376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112909326930892376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112909326930892376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-abruptly-as-taka-had-gone-down-on.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112901194221369158</id><published>2005-10-10T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:25:42.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Rune was wild, christ, he was completly under her control and he didn't care.   The feel of her tongue on his length and then her mouth drove him crazy, he had to make a concious effort not to buck upwards, but he was wriggling with delight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved this, he knew just how lucky he was to have met her.  She was an amazing lover, an amazing woman and now she was having his child; and as frightening as the thought was he was happy.  He hoped they could be a family eventualy.  He loved her, gawd help him, and he knew she did but still had not allowed herself to say it; but he was not saddened, he knew she did and that was all he needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had his fingers in her hair.  "Gawd...Taka..."he moaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  He grinned as she squeezed at his ass.  He squeezed hers back, pulling her back up to face him.  He sucked in her bottom lip and bit it gently, before pulling back to look at her.  He looked her up and down.  "I'd sure like to get you outta that dress, but i'm afraid i'll rip it."  He breathed into her ear, nibbling at the lobe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112901194221369158?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112901194221369158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112901194221369158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112901194221369158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112901194221369158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/rune-was-wild-christ-he-was-completly.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112901113219811889</id><published>2005-10-10T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:12:12.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka's smile grew wider as she watched her effect on Rune. Watching him turn into mush at her touch was the biggest power trip yet. She inched her way south, scooting down the bed. She then took firm hold of Rune's penis in her hands and began licking it, teasing the head with her tongue. When he began making little strangling noises, Taka finally took him into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around the head and base. She began pumping it in and out very slowly, feeling his hips move slightly against her hands. She moved one hand down to his balls and fondled them, quickening her pace in accordance with his breathing. She could feel her own body growing hot, a sticky wetness becoming more pronounced between her legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/milenahot.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Milena sighed happily and began to pull at Shou's shirt. Once she had it over his head and off his body she discarded it on the floor, her lips and tongue making delicious little paths and circles on the flesh of his chest and shoulders. She slowly made her way down to his nipples, taking each one in her mouth and teasing it with her lips and tongue. Her hands ran over his sides and torso, at one point stopping over his ass to give it a good squeeze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112901113219811889?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112901113219811889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112901113219811889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112901113219811889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112901113219811889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/takas-smile-grew-wider-as-she-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112901052173788056</id><published>2005-10-10T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:02:01.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Rune moaned, he loved it when she did that.  He'd wanted to respond, but it was hard to form words when she did that.  Instead he enjoyed her touches as he nibbled at her ear and let his hands roam when he was able to remember to move them.  It was hard to do much when she did that.  All the blood and all his thoughts had travled south of his actual brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Shou gasped, just her words could get him hot, and the light touches and kisses were torture, he couldn't wait to see what else she was capable of.  "Oh my goddess..." he said, running his fingers into her hair.  He had no need of God...when  this exquisit creature was before him and touching him.  He le t one had trail back down to her ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112901052173788056?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112901052173788056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112901052173788056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112901052173788056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112901052173788056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/rune-moaned-he-loved-it-when-she-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112900904058984183</id><published>2005-10-10T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:37:20.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Rune pouted, but got up unhinged the last of the door and  kicked the rest of the splintered door into the hall.  If people even wanted to listen in on then, they'd have to walk over the splintery mess.  He'd get rid of it later.  He then went to the closet and unhunged its door, carrying it to the entrance of the room.  He put it in place, took the original doors locking knob and putting it in place before closing it and locking them in the room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then prowled back over to the bed and crawled over to Taka, "Is that to you liking...."  he leant in and nuzzled her neck and smiled into her skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  He smiled seductivly at Milena as she pulled him, he was already excited.   He couldn't wait to see her naked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He first pinned her to the walled and kissed at her neck and ear, slidding his fingers up her side.  Kissing on the lips would be far too personal.  Sure, he'd done that to Amaroq...but Amaroq was drunk off his ass and Shou could allow himself to get that way with a man.  The woman who still held that allowance was Kasumi.  He was sure he'd never fall fully in love with another woman, but he was free to give his body to everyone he wanted.  He shoved the thought of Kas out of his mind.  She had no place here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cupped one of Milena breasts, fondling it as he bit lustfully at her neck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112900904058984183?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112900904058984183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112900904058984183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900904058984183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900904058984183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/rune-pouted-but-got-up-unhinged-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112900989170783786</id><published>2005-10-10T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:51:31.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka grinned. "I'm glad you're so imaginative." She kissed him soundly, all the while her hands working at his pants. When she had them open she slid a hand inside, pulling out his penis and slowly working it. "Very glad," she murmured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/milenahot.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Milena smiled slightly as Shou began playing with her breasts. At least he was to the point. She pulled him up to her and kissed him, letting her lips trail over his, making him want more. Her hands slid under his shirt, fingertips trailing lightly over his abdomen and pecks, playing with his nipples. She licked his ear, letting her fangs graze over his neck. "I'm going to make you scream, Harada Shoushin."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112900989170783786?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112900989170783786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112900989170783786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900989170783786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900989170783786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/taka-grinned.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112900815182233371</id><published>2005-10-10T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:22:31.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka nodded seriously. "Yeah, you do. I don't have a problem with killing things and ripping things apart and all that, but I DO have a problem with the idea that people could walk in and watch me fuck you. Fix the damn door, Rune." She then rolled away from him, propped herself up on one arm, and fixed him with an expectant gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/milenahot.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Milena grinned at Shou. "I think that the shower would be an excellent place to start," she cooed, taking him by the waistband of his pants and leading him toward the bathroom. "Coming, darling?" she asked Yori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/yori2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Yori shook her head emphatically. "No, uh, not quite my idea of fun. You guys go on ahead." &lt;i&gt;Holy shit, what's up with these people!&lt;/i&gt; she inwardly fumed. &lt;i&gt;Why did I have to get mixed up with this bunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that's your assignment, Mataki.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yori blanched. She'd forgotten that Morfran could read minds. &lt;i&gt;But are they really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, Yori, they are. The stupid one, Harada Shoushin, is what you're after. Don't fuck this up, if you want to continue to live. You're a sex demon, and he's a sex fiend. Work this to your advantage, Yori. Or do I have to send someone else to do this job?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yori sighed. &lt;i&gt;No, Mr. Morfran, I've got it under control&lt;/i&gt; She watched Milena and Shou disappear into the bathroom and then flopped down on the couch, frustrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112900815182233371?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112900815182233371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112900815182233371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900815182233371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900815182233371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/taka-nodded-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112900743406805209</id><published>2005-10-10T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:10:34.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Rune was silently fuming when she entered and her analogy made him smile in spite of himself and huffed a laugh out and then smiled up at her. "I'll fix it...somehow.  Don't worry."  He pulled her to him and threw her onto the bed beside him and ran a hand up her side.  "Do i have to fix it right away though...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Shou gaped and then stood up smiling at her.  This was his type of woman.  He then looked over at Yori and winked, "Sounds like a plan."  He turned back to Milena and sauntered up to her, "What kinda fun do you want first?" he purred.  Yes he was purring again, he did that a lot...like a horny little tiger...and he knew it, it only helped inhance his image.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112900743406805209?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112900743406805209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112900743406805209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900743406805209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900743406805209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/rune-was-silently-fuming-when-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112900662588483708</id><published>2005-10-10T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:57:05.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; "You're an idiot, Milena. When he decides to rip you apart, I'm gonna laugh and watch." She stood and went up the stairs after Rune, stepping over the splinters and chunks of wood that used to be the bedroom door. "Well, now look what you've done," she said to the fuming demon in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. "How are we supposed to fuck without a door? I guess we'll be screaming into the breeze for all the apartment to hear now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/milenahot.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Milena made a face at Taka's back as she ascende the stairs. She turned to Shou, who was practically eyeball fucking her. "So now what, darling?" she inquired seductively. "We have the rest of this place to ourselves, and I haven't had some fun in a while. Maybe we could even get little Yori to join in." She winked, putting a hand on one hip and letting it jut suggestively, her cleavage more pronounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yori's mouth dropped open in silent protest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112900662588483708?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112900662588483708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112900662588483708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900662588483708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900662588483708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/youre-idiot-milena.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112900618020624727</id><published>2005-10-10T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:49:40.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; Rune's eyes involuntarily twitched suddenly and he was pretty sure his face was red, either that or his head was expoding. "Fine!  You know what?!"  He raised a fist, but trying very hard not to do anything, she had to find his rune.   "I never liked you Milena......and.." he pointed at Yori, but didn't look at her, "If she turns out to be the enemy...." he didn't exactly know what he'd do to Milena, but he was damn sure he'd kill Yori. He gritted his teeth and punch the wall behind him, leaving a nice gaping hole showing the various bugs and rot that was behind the gawdaweful walls.  "Christ.....i hate being around all these freakin women!  I've had it!  Especially with you...." he glared at Milena and stormed upstairs slamming the door to Hiroshi's room and the way it cracked afterward made it obvious to everyone else that the door'd broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  That woke Shou up from his fantasies. He shook his head, Rune was nuts, being around three fine looking women was like a dream itself.  Rune was such a pessimist!  He didn't see the beauty of the situation.  Though he'd never...ever come on to Taka...cause she'd kill him or at least break every bone in his body and then rune would kill him; but other than that Shou was going to have fun.  He was running ideas in his head, looking back and forth at the two women open for his selection.  He was sure he wanted Milena first, Yori was too quiet and standoffish to take first....his thought kept wandering as he stared wantonly at Milena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112900618020624727?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112900618020624727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112900618020624727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900618020624727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900618020624727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/runes-eyes-involuntarily-twitched.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112900539552246502</id><published>2005-10-10T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:36:35.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/milenahot.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Milena waved off Rune's aggitation and continued eyeing Shou. "Yes, yes, whatever. In that case, I'll just forget the whole thing. And I'm sure Hiroshi will get bored eventually and come home. It's starting to rain out there and this is a VERY expensive dress I'm wearing." She looked at Rune and winked at him. "In fact, Rune darling, I bet it costs more than your life, if you have one." She glanced over at Yori, who looked sort of pale, but there was not hint of recognition on her face. "As for the new girl, well, I'm sure she's not much of a threat, Rune. Afterall, she's in the same room with a bounty hunter, the right hand of doom, a vampire, and the most powerful weapon of ages. I'm sure she'll behave, won't you sweetheart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yori nodded enthusiastically. "And all I needed was a place to stay the night. . ." &lt;i&gt;Yikes, what a bunch of uptight jerks. Way to be too big for your britches, Rune! Maybe I'll just call you asshole instead. How does that sound?&lt;/i&gt; She sat quietly on the couch near but not too near Taka, who simply growled slightly and shifted away from her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112900539552246502?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112900539552246502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112900539552246502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900539552246502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900539552246502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/milena-waved-off-runes-aggitation-and.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112900489444127458</id><published>2005-10-10T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:28:14.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; Rune was suddenly aggitated, she'd said weapon and now the Yori girl was out of the bathroom and listening to the conversation.  He'd have to Milena aside later and tell her not to mention that again until he was sure he could trust Yori; hell he barely trusted Milena as it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...don't call me darling again, call your willing new toy that." He waved  a hand at Shou. "As for what you're looking for..." he eyed Yori with suspicion, she seemed too interested and a bit nervous, but hiding  it well.   "My rune....it's made of bone and blood and has a powerfull bind-rune on it. like two triangles..with the top tips touching and on one of their bottoms ther is an x going through the line and a lin on the other one...."   he gave Yori a threatening glance, warning her.   "Milena...." he said turning his gaze back to her, "...as for Dante...i don't think he'll have it...actually...i'm sure about it.  HE used it on me while i'd taken a nap, so he still has it.  Dante is just here to warn and confront me about IT. " He notioned to Yori.  "I don't believe you've met our ...other...new member..Yori.   When you go back to Hiroshi...you shouldn't leave him by himself too long you know.....pease ask him if he knows our....dear..."he said it so seethingly he was sure he'd seen her flinch if only a moment, " ....Yori...aparantly he knows her, and said she could stay here if she needed...."  He watched  Yori for any signs of weakness, he wanted to catch her in a lie badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Even Shou knew it, he wasn't paying much attention though; engulfed at staring at the seductress Milena. &lt;em&gt;Must....have....her....&lt;/em&gt;  he started silently daydreaming about her in 'fun' situations; no longer paying attention to the rest of the activity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112900489444127458?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112900489444127458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112900489444127458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900489444127458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900489444127458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/rune-was-suddenly-aggitated-shed-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112900373507074039</id><published>2005-10-10T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:08:55.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/milenahot.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Milena giggled at Shou and inclined her head. "Quite. So. . .you're the famous weapon I've heard so much about. I don't know WHY these two had such a hard time finding you. . ." &lt;i&gt;Because you're absolutely beautiful and I want you now!&lt;/i&gt; Milena inwardly screamed. Then, quite suddenly, she turned her attention back to Rune. "Rune, darling, poor Hiroshi and I have absolutely no idea what we're looking for. Would you care to be a bit more specific about the rune? So far little Dante's made no attempt to do much other than drink himself silly, so I'm not anticipating that your little assignment should be very hard, but I'd like to know what I'm supposed to steal for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom door opened a crack and Yori peeked through. Oh shit! Milena the vampire! She had seen the woman several times when she had worked for Morfran. Yori prayed to whatever powers may be that she wouldn't be recognized. She slowly and cautiously exited the bathroom, inserting herself on the ring of the conversation, listening intently. &lt;i&gt;Did I hear something about a weapon? I bet that's what Morfran's after. . .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112900373507074039?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112900373507074039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112900373507074039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900373507074039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900373507074039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/milena-giggled-at-shou-and-inclined.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112900317912815342</id><published>2005-10-10T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:59:39.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Rune shook his head at both Shou and ...especially at Taka.  He gave her a look, almost trying to pass the message telepathically that she shouldn't be doing THAT while pregnant...he'd have to quite too.....damn!  He then look over at Milena and Shou who were eyeing eachother......CHRIST!!! It's like they were mentally humping eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grimmaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...eh...that's the guy we were lookin for.  Harada Shoushin."  He introduced, leaving out the 'weapon part' because of the visiter in the bathroom.  'Just in case.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Shou raised his eyebrows at her; this girl was even better.  The famous Milena he reckoned and he winked..."Yea...that's me...a pleasure to 'meat' you." He stood and bowed and eyed her more. Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112900317912815342?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112900317912815342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112900317912815342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900317912815342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900317912815342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/rune-shook-his-head-at-both-shou-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112900251030883417</id><published>2005-10-10T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:48:30.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; "I still think you're a sap and a prick, Harada Shoushin. But hey, if she turns out to be a man-eater and you get your dick chewed off, don't come crying to me." Taka took a cigarrette out of the carton she kept at the front of her vest and lit it with her fingertips. She inhaled deeply, blowing little smoke rings and then re-inhaling the rest though her nose. "As long as I have ready access to nicotene and a punching bag," she said, letting the remaining smoke file out through her nose, "I should be able to stand you just fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/milenahot.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Milena opened Hiroshi's decrepid front door and stepped into the crowded little apartment, tossing her hair as she shut the door in annoyance. "Would you believe it? Taxi fares have gone up. The nerve! I should have bitten him!" She turned to look at the group of three staring at her from the living room. A lingering scent told her that there was another member of their growing party close by. "And why, praytell, are you all staring? Don't worry; I left Hiroshi at the bar. He's keeping an eye on Dante for me. I have some questions about your artifact, Rune darling." She smiled winsomely and looked over Shou, who was grinning stupidly at her. Her lips pursed into a sexy little pucker, and she winked at him seductively. "And who might this morsel be?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112900251030883417?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112900251030883417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112900251030883417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900251030883417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900251030883417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-still-think-youre-sap-and-prick.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112900192475511622</id><published>2005-10-10T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:38:44.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Rune thought quietly on the locking out of Shou, optimum for having alone time with Taka. He shook his head, thinking better of it, it was enough that Shou was acting like this, Taka would kick his ass if he started acting the same...besides he'd have to keep an eye on the new girl, something wouldn't let him trust her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; Shou grinned back at the duo staring at him with looks of disgust and shaking their heads at him.  "Whaaat?  I can't help it, if you'd spent as long as i have away from such wonderful things...you'd be the same."  He then went to sit down on the chair, they weren't going to, in any fashion, praise him for this action...not even understand...they weren't having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rune gave him a hard look to let him know that his asumption was also incorrect.  He inwardly cringed and settled into his chair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112900192475511622?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112900192475511622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112900192475511622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900192475511622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900192475511622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/rune-thought-quietly-on-locking-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112900132037412540</id><published>2005-10-10T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:28:40.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka rolled her eyes at Shou's antics. "You're obnoxious, you know that? Maybe we should make you sleep outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yori grinned gratefully, backing away from Shou. "Uh. . .thanks. Yeah. . ." She backed into the bathroom and shut the door. &lt;i&gt;Idiots, all three of them!&lt;/i&gt; she snapped mentally. &lt;i&gt;That 'Shou' character will be easy to manipulate. All I gotta do is bat my eyes a few times and show a little skin, maybe play the 'I'm a weak little girl' card, and voila! No problem. Still, I wish I knew what it was I'm supposed to be stealing.&lt;/i&gt; Yori mused over this as she toweled herself off and re-dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/milenahot.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Milena finished her song and stepped off stage. She surveyed the bar, smiling in satisfaction. Dante wasn't moving, which meant he would be there for a while. She made her way to Hiroshi's side and tapped him on the shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need to find out a few things about our target. I shouldn't be long. Stay here and make sure he doesn't leave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Why me?" Hiroshi lamented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I said so, that's why," Milena answered in a tone of voice that made any thought of an argument impossible. She then left the bar, hailed a cab, and began her journey back to Hiroshi's apartment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112900132037412540?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112900132037412540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112900132037412540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900132037412540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112900132037412540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/taka-rolled-her-eyes-at-shous-antics.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112858054098495603</id><published>2005-10-05T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:35:40.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Shou smiled, "Look forward to meeting this Milena person."he grinned stupidly as Yori emerged, "...But i'll deal this one first."  He then bowed to her gentlemanly and ran to grab a towel, even though he didn't know the location for one.  He soo returned with one and handed it to her, "For you madam."  He smiled leaning towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Rune rolled his yes, "Oh Gawd..." he was going to lay it on thick wasn't he.   This was going to be interesting....and very annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112858054098495603?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112858054098495603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112858054098495603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112858054098495603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112858054098495603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/shou-smiled-look-forward-to-meeting.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112858018064648847</id><published>2005-10-05T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:29:40.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka burst out laughing. "Oh man! Just wait 'till be meets Milena, Rune!" She grinned at Shou. "She's gonna seduce you right out of your wits. That little vamp will have you wrapped around her finger in no time. Speaking of, where the hell are they? Hiroshi's starting to piss me off." She took a dagger out of a hiding place in one boot and began cleaning her fingernails with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment later the door to the bathroom opened. Yori stepped out, desperately trying to cover herself with a little hand towel. "Uh. . .could someone please get me a towel, please??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taka just laughed and continued cleaning her fingernails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112858018064648847?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112858018064648847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112858018064648847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112858018064648847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112858018064648847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/taka-burst-out-laughing.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112857958143091097</id><published>2005-10-05T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:19:41.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Shou gasped, "I am not!  I prefer ...eh...a seductive destructive..eh...eh?" he smiled hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Rune shook his head, "He means he's a shameless playboy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shou gasped and then started laughing,  "Yeah okay. I am.  I can't help it, i mean...just because i'm a killer and a demon doesn't mean i have to be mean, evil all the time right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....right....i guess." smiled Rune, "Just be carefull, you're lust will get you into trouble one day."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112857958143091097?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112857958143091097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112857958143091097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857958143091097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857958143091097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/shou-gasped-i-am-not-i-prefer.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112857927074449239</id><published>2005-10-05T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:14:30.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka nodded. "Sometimes, yeah, he is." She smiled sweetly at Rune and then turned back to Yori. "Seriously, though, any funny business and I'll gut you and hang you from a lamp post with your innerds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yori nodded. "I don't doubt it." She smiled gratefully at Shou when he introduced himself to her. "It's nice to meet you. You gonna threaten me too? I hope not. I think I've got enough of that for one day. Where's the shower?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taka pointed toward the bathroom, and Yori got up and made her way accross the apartment to it, shutting the door lightly behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taka grinned at Shou. "For the cause of all this ruckus, you sure are a sap."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112857927074449239?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112857927074449239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112857927074449239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857927074449239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857927074449239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/taka-nodded_05.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112857883593501267</id><published>2005-10-05T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:07:15.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; Rune still eyed her, his smile faded, she wasn't off the hook yet.  He decided to just listen and watch.  If he had to he'd lock the three of them into Hiroshi's bedroom at night and then lock Shou in the closet to have privacy with Taka; but he wasn't going to trust so easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Shou shrugged and nudged Rune, "Stop being so paranoid Rune, she seems fine to me.  You think everyone's the enemy anymore."  He walked over to the girl and smiled, "Well i'm Shou, nice to meetcha." he winked, kindly at her.  "Don't mind Rune, he's moody."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rune glared at Shou, "...i'll get you later for that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112857883593501267?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112857883593501267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112857883593501267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857883593501267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857883593501267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/rune-still-eyed-her-his-smile-faded.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112857834894372682</id><published>2005-10-05T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:59:08.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka smirked at Yori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, well, I don't know how to fight and I'm not very intimidating. . .as you can tell. . ." She sat cautiously in the easy chair. "There are a lot of gangs that roam those abandoned houses. It's safer to be where there are lots of people. . ." She smiled hopefully at them, seeking their approval.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112857834894372682?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112857834894372682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112857834894372682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857834894372682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857834894372682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/taka-smirked-at-yori.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112857809954600979</id><published>2005-10-05T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:54:59.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  The girl was obviously nervous, maybe Taka was right, but there could be other reasons.   "Why here?" he asked suddenly, cautiously, "There are no people left anymore....a lot of places are abandoned...and very few are being runned by anyone.  You could most likely take up residence in a nice house left behind by people.  You could live practically anywhere.....for free even....so why here?"  he gave a smile; not a friendly one, but a daring one, trying to coax out any lies she had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112857809954600979?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112857809954600979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112857809954600979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857809954600979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857809954600979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/girl-was-obviously-nervous-maybe-taka.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112857782286388687</id><published>2005-10-05T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:50:22.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; "Oh don't worry so much, Rune. She's a sap. I could flick her and she'd probably die, right hun?" Taka grinned wickedly at Yori, who just swallowed hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh. . ." She smiled shyly at Shou. "Hi, uh, I'm Yori. So Hiroshi's not here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, twit, Hiroshi's not here. He may never be here again, if he's not careful." She sat on the couch. "So. . .tell us about yourself, Yori."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh. . .I. . .uh. . .I work in a restaurant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You homeless?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yori blushed, tense and feeling very threatened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112857782286388687?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112857782286388687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112857782286388687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857782286388687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857782286388687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-dont-worry-so-much-rune.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112857756675936543</id><published>2005-10-05T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:46:06.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Rune groaned, he didn't like the smell of her, he'd keep an eye out.  "You so much as breath the wrong why....you're dead..." his voice was low, and creepy; the remains of his earlier temper leaking out into his words.  Might as well put it to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't feel he had to explain his name and just walked ahead of them, inside glancing at Shou and giving him a look of warning to stay alert.  He then went and leant next to him for good measure.  He wasn't going to put his guard down yet.  Anyone he didn't know, too, was suspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; Shou looked over at the girl and raised an eyebrow, "Who's  that?" he looked over at Rune, are you guys settin up an inn here or somethin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rune glared at the demon impatiently, "Shou....stop....just..." his voice lowered to a whisper, "stay alert, don't trust her too quickly...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112857756675936543?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112857756675936543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112857756675936543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857756675936543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857756675936543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/rune-groaned-he-didnt-like-smell-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112857707996983696</id><published>2005-10-05T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:37:59.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; The succubus gulped. "I'm not a friend, really. I met him at that bar that got blown up. . .he was working. . .offered me a place to sleep if I needed one. Is he here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taka narrowed her eyes. "I'm not buying this one, chica."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Why not? What more do you want from me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A better description, would be nice," Taka murmured, putting her hand on her magnum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The succubus nodded and swallowed. "He's really pale, blue hair, one blue eye one purple eye. He's really nice. . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taka considered her for a moment, then sighed. "Ok fine, come on in. If we find out you're not for real, we can just kill you later. How's that sound?" Taka turned to back into the apartment. "What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yori," Yori said, following her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112857707996983696?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112857707996983696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112857707996983696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857707996983696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857707996983696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/succubus-gulped.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112857658463005071</id><published>2005-10-05T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:29:44.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; Rune reguarded the succubus with the utmost suspision, she seemed nervous for some reason.  He eyed her, looking her over, searching her for signs that she was an enemy.  "......as far as we know...he has no 'other' friends....who are you.....really?"  he didn't like her sudden appearance, besides Hiroshi would have mentioned something...cause he knew he'd get pummeled if he didn't give a heads up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112857658463005071?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112857658463005071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112857658463005071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857658463005071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857658463005071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/rune-reguarded-succubus-with-utmost.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112857632162656001</id><published>2005-10-05T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:25:21.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka nodded. "I guess I'm too stubborn, sometimes. Or too hotheaded, or both." She smiled slightly and kissed Rune, a sly smile hovering on her lips. "Y'know, we could always. . .amuse ourselves 'till people show up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, do you know anyone named Hiroshi?" Taka turned and looked down at a little succubus. When had the girl snuck up on them? Taka glared at her and sniffed. "What's it to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, uh. . ." she stammered, looking at the ground. "I'm looking for him. He told me I could stay with him, if I needed to. . .a while back. . ." She glanced nervously at Rune, her hoodie hiding most of her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taka faced her. "Oh yeah? What's Hiroshi look like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The succubus blanched. "Uh, well, he's really short and kinda scrawny. . .are you friends of his? Look, I REALLY need a place to stay--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beat it, twit," Taka snapped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112857632162656001?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112857632162656001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112857632162656001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857632162656001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857632162656001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/taka-nodded.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112857578268067217</id><published>2005-10-05T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:16:22.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Rune stiffened as she touched his shoulder, trying to be calm and listen.  Then she touched his cheek and softend, his heart feeling like lead suddenly and a lump got caught in his throat as he fought back emotions.  He hugged her suddenly, she'd stay away from Orren, she understood...what a relief.   He took a deep breath, "You can fight anyone else...just not Orren...."  He pulled away and looked into her eyes, "......I'm sorry....that i got angry, i was just.....so worried, even just thinking about what he could do.  I have a bigger duty now....if you weren't....ya know....i would've had no problem."  He stroked he cheek, "I know how strong you are and i know you are very capable of taking care of yourself.....i.....ehh" he sighed, "I just....can't let anything happen to you...or ..our baby.  I have a duty to protect you both and not just that.....i want to keep you from harm.  I wouldn't forgive myself otherwise."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112857578268067217?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112857578268067217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112857578268067217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857578268067217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857578268067217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/rune-stiffened-as-she-touched-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112857526491067980</id><published>2005-10-05T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:07:44.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka blinked for a moment. She put her hand on her hip, chewing on one lip, her face thoughtful. "Wow." She looked at Shou. "I didn't, you know, actually expect him to get so mad. Hmm." She considered her options for a moment, then followed Rune outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! Rune, wait!!" She jogged to catch up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, uh. . .look, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd, you know, actually get mad. Sounds kinda dumb, but you never did before." Then, in a strange and fitful mood swing, Taka gently touched Rune's cheek. "If you want me to stay out of it with Orren, then I will. That's fine. But if Dante shows up, I get first dibs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yori counted the buildings as the taxi she rode in whizzed down the street. Morfran had given her the address to the place that the demon and elemental were staying in, and every moment took her closer to her destination. "I'm not gonna be able to fight them," she mused. "I'm gonna hafta play the 'weak and frightened' card, get on their good sides. Then I can take whatever it is Morfran wants so badly."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112857526491067980?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112857526491067980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112857526491067980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857526491067980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857526491067980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/taka-blinked-for-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112857478880162762</id><published>2005-10-05T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:59:48.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Rune's eyes flared and then narrowed, he was losing it and he didn't trust himself being in the  same room with her or anyone.  He  only wanted to protect her and the baby, because Orren would most definantly try something to harm them and he desperatly feared that.   And because Rune wanted so much to protect her from harm, he had to leave the house for a while or he'd do something he'd regret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...okay..." his voice was low, dark and very cold.  He nodded at her, eyes narrowed and his aura dark and looming.   "I won't....i won't even bother....."   he turned on his heel, grabbed his long black coat from a hook beside the door and walked out, slamming the door shut behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; Shou gulped and just stared at the door, Rune was losing control of himself quickly....and emotions had made him worse, that frightened the demon a little bit.  Rune without emotions was bad enough....but with them....he shuddered at the thought and didn't turn to look at Taka.  He was wondering if he should have taken his chances with Amaroq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112857478880162762?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112857478880162762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112857478880162762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857478880162762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857478880162762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/runes-eyes-flared-and-then-narrowed-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112857300844177613</id><published>2005-10-05T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:30:08.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name: Yori Mataki&lt;br /&gt;Sex: Female&lt;br /&gt;Race: Succubus&lt;br /&gt;Age: 25&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biography: Yori is a succubus, a fairly young one at that. She's fond of punk rock and ska, and typically sports short blue and black hair, tall boots, tights, a short black skirt, and a Streetlight Manifesto hoodie. She's a wise-ass, temperamental, and she enjoys questioning authority and giving attitude. She puts up a tought front to protect herself, but is actually very fragile. She's offended easily, and she often feels the need to cling to someone stronger than her for support. Despite her various mental instabilities, Yori can be very caring and is fiercely loyal to those she is close to. Her favorite color is black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Histography: Yori's mother, also a succubus, was an abusive prostitute who wasn't around much. Yori ran away from home at the age of thirteen and joined a gang, living on couches and in doorways. At nineteen she nearly overdosed on pain killers and tried to reform herself, enrolling in college and getting a job. This didn't last long, however, and she soon found herself on the street again, dealing drugs and prostituting herself. She got into trouble with a local drug lord and fled home, coming to Soma. Seeking protection, she found Ambrose Morfran, who offered to take her under his wing in exchange for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka felt her face get hot. How dare he talk to her like that?! "I'm not a baby, Rune," she growled back. "I'm a professional and I can take care of myself." She crossed her arms in front of her, fixing him with a cold, steady stare. "So don't EVER tell me what to do again, got it? It's never a good idea."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112857300844177613?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112857300844177613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112857300844177613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857300844177613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857300844177613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/name-yori-mataki-sex-female-race.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112857268702010806</id><published>2005-10-05T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:24:47.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" /&gt; Rune scowled over at her and shook his head and stood, "Dammit Taka..." he was growling, he was getting angry, he hated getting angry, anger could make him dangerous...even if only half of what his true strength was. He gritted his teeth and held it back as best he could. "Orren....he's dangerous Taka...of all the people we'll have to deal with....he's the worst...i don't want you fighting him............." He was angry and panic stricken, "........he'll KNOW......and he will do anything and everything...he can... to kill you....................." He kicked at the wall again, frustrated....scared. "Everyone else isn't much........." he turned to her, his eyes glowing silver...anger and frustration filling him, ".......but stay away from him."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112857268702010806?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112857268702010806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112857268702010806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857268702010806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857268702010806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/rune-scowled-over-at-her-and-shook-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112857194205792583</id><published>2005-10-05T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:12:22.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka smirked, standing and dusting herself off. She picked up the remnants of the food and tossed it into Hiroshi's kitchen. "Yeah, well, whoever comes knocking at the door's gonna find himself face to face with my .45 magnum. I kicked Mr. Escapee hear's butt earlier, and he's supposed to be dangerous. How bad could Dante and Orren possibly be?" Somewhere in the back of her mind Taka knew that saying things like that invited trouble. For some reason, she was counting on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to hear any complaints, Yori. I don't want to hear any of your whining. I've given you and assignment, and I want you to follow through on it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yori was an Incubus. She had fallen in with a bad croud some time back and needed protection. Xanatos Morfran had offered her that protection, in exchange for services. Yori stamped her foot impatiently. She was of small stature, only about 5'4", but her temper and attitude made up for that. "Suppose I can't do it? What then, eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morfran smirked cruely at her. "Either you complete the assignment or you don't. If you don't, it means that you die, by their hands or by mine. Understand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yori gulped and nodded. Man she hated this guy. She left Morfran's offices and pulled up the hood of her sweater to hide her face. Even though the streets were mostly dark and deserted, she didn't want to risk anyone seeing her. Yori was generally very good at her job because she was careful. But nothing had prepared her for this assignment. Earlier that day Morfran had had a confrontation with a demon and a fire elemental. Supposedly, they had something Morfran wanted. And supposedly, she was supposed to get it back. Yori groaned. "I'd better get something really good out of this one. . ." she muttered as she walked down the street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112857194205792583?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112857194205792583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112857194205792583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857194205792583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857194205792583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/taka-smirked-standing-and-dusting.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112857125439611942</id><published>2005-10-05T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:04:36.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" /&gt; Rune continued to glower over at the stained wall again, not trying to make eye contact with anyone, he didn't trust his emotions just then. "...It'll happen soon enough...either Dante finds me, Lucifer gets tired of waiting...or if Orren discovers where Shou is....I can suggest only there will be a small struggle at first...trying to retrieve Shou from us...then.....it'll get messy. Us in the middle." He didn't seem all to interested in what he was saying, he was still upset. Part of him wanted to know what was said, the other refused to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" /&gt; Shou dusted himself off and leant against a wall, wondering if he should even speak; he didn't want to get on the bad side of either of them, so he was fairly sure he'd manage to screw himself over if he were to get in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what exactly am I suppose to do. I understand they both want me for their side. So when they come...stay as far from them as possible or fight like hell..........pardon the pun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rune eyed him a second, "Fight and don't do anything stupid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Orren.jpg" /&gt; Orren got tired of waiting for an answer, the girl would obviously not be of huge help in the matter. How could she possibly like associating with these.....creatures? He swiftly headed to where the one woman had pointed out. When he arrived however, there was a mess of burnt furniture and holes and a thoroughly pissed off earth-bound angel. "Where is he? Harada Shoushin?" The response he got was rather loud and full of curses, but Orren managed to make the words of Demon and fire bitch headed somewhere with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left quickly, not for the hunt but to get the hell out of shouting range from the maniac in the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112857125439611942?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112857125439611942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112857125439611942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857125439611942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857125439611942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/rune-continued-to-glower-over-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112857045118156927</id><published>2005-10-05T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T20:47:31.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka smirked slightly as she watched Rune get uncomfortable. Maybe there was hope for the man after all. Her smirk became a grin as she watched him glower at them, his anger turning into some obscure kind of guilt. She laughed when he turned away. "So now what, captain? Do we just sit here and wait for heaven and hell to descend upon us and show us their wrath? These fries are fucking awesome!" She happily devoured her food, waiting for a response from someone. Hopefully she had managed to push more buttons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112857045118156927?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112857045118156927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112857045118156927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857045118156927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112857045118156927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/10/taka-smirked-slightly-as-she-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112682127227645479</id><published>2005-09-15T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T14:54:32.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Rune cringed and turned away, he didn't want to know what they'd talked about.  He then silently went to sit in his chair, "No...i'm not." his voice more rigid than he'd planned. Gaurded like he knew what they spoke of had involved something he wanted to remain hidden.  He gave her a cold look, a warning.  He'd not intended the look to be so icy, he'd never wanted to show that face, but it was too late.  In realizing this he turned quickly away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112682127227645479?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112682127227645479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112682127227645479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112682127227645479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112682127227645479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/rune-cringed-and-turned-away-he-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112682071795846167</id><published>2005-09-15T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T14:45:17.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka narrowed her eyes as she climbed off of Shou. "My 'condition'? I'm not invalid yet, Rune. And didn't you wanna keep that a secret? I'm so glad you practice what you preach." She grabbed the fast food and began digging into it. At one point she said offhandedly, "So what if we're talking about you? What're ya gonna do about it? Pout at me?" Man she loved pushing buttons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112682071795846167?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112682071795846167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112682071795846167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112682071795846167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112682071795846167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/taka-narrowed-her-eyes-as-she-climbed.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112642238358859455</id><published>2005-09-11T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T00:06:23.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; Shou laughed, "Good move.  You sure you wanna see the real form of Rune?  I wouldn't even want to see it again.  In his true form, he'll kill you.  I'm not sure if ya'd want that, wouldn't...and i know he doesn't..."  he stopped as Rune came back in carrying the good ans glarring over at Shou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  "Did i not say...'don't piss her off'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She wanted to spar." Shou explained smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rune then looked up at Taka, "And YOU shouldn't be doing that in your condition...here's your burger and fries."  He held out the bags of food.  He searched their faces, "You've been talking about me...don't."  he glared at Shou again, that kid was going to get him in trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112642238358859455?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112642238358859455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112642238358859455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112642238358859455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112642238358859455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/shou-laughed-good-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112642178042697419</id><published>2005-09-10T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:56:20.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; "What a dork. . .I've been around and I've seen. . .a lot of shit. If he thinks. . .I'm gonna let him just. . .roll over and do whatever I say. . .he's got another thing coming. Ow! You're gonna pay for that one!!" Taka redoubled her efforts, landing several well-placed kicks on Shou's shins. The boxing became wrestling, and Taka decided it was time to throw him to the floor and pin him down. So she did. She straddled him, placing both her knees on his arms and knocking on his forehead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112642178042697419?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112642178042697419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112642178042697419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112642178042697419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112642178042697419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-dork.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112642125435210413</id><published>2005-09-10T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:49:00.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" /&gt; Shou laughed as he rolled away, going to kick at her sideways, "Truthfully, no. He likes you too much!" He swirled around and kicked at her back, "He's afraid to show you what he's really like..." He started to throw punches at her, "...thinks himself a monster...hates it...he doesn't want to show you the truth about himself...me...i've seen it. He'd gotten the rune back once before...transforming him for a while, Lucifer was able to ambush him, but at a great loss of high powered demons." He started kicking at her again, "...but during that time, it was a nightmare...he was a monster....he doesn't want you to see that side of himself...even the lesser form of it. He hates it. He's hiding it from you." He kicked her to the wall. "He's doing what you say because...somehow he's learned to care."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112642125435210413?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112642125435210413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112642125435210413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112642125435210413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112642125435210413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/shou-laughed-as-he-rolled-away-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112642070423544549</id><published>2005-09-10T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:38:24.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka laughed, closing the fridge door. "Wow, so what you're telling me is that the most powerful guy in hell's universe just went out to get me burgers and cheese fries because I told him to. Doesn't that make me more dangerous than him?" She suddenly threw a roundhouse kick at Shou's chest, knocking him into the wall. Not missing a beat, Taka began to pummel him with her fists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112642070423544549?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112642070423544549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112642070423544549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112642070423544549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112642070423544549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/taka-laughed-closing-fridge-door.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112642042119798729</id><published>2005-09-10T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:33:41.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Shou thought a moment, "Well, if it's just sparing i don't see the harm in it.  Rune would probably kick my ass otherwise."  he laughed, "If i fear anyone, it's him.  He's changed a bit, but he's still one deadly guy.  You shoulda seen him a few years back, well when i say a few, i mean 200..." he laughed again, walking over to her.  "He may have only half his strength, but when i saw him kill all those demons, scared the shit outta me.  He's the only guy who can kill an immortal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got into a fighting stance, waiting calmly to spar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112642042119798729?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112642042119798729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112642042119798729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112642042119798729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112642042119798729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/shou-thought-moment-well-if-its-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112642001350921828</id><published>2005-09-10T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:26:53.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; "I want some chili cheese fries with that!" she called after Rune. Then she turned to look at Shou. "Don't think calling yourself a murderer is going to impress me, kid. Killing people's easy; that's why we do it. I don't respect you for that. You prove that you're worth keeping around and MAYBE you'll earn my respect." Taka stood and stretched, running her hands through her hair. "Why the fuck are they taking so long? How hard is it to steal something from the prince of hell? It's not like he's smart or anything. . ." She walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge door, not really looking for anything but needing something to do nonetheless. Oh yeah, Shou. She turned to regard him with an appraising look. "I guess I didn't mess you up too badly. Wanna spar?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112642001350921828?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112642001350921828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112642001350921828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112642001350921828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112642001350921828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-want-some-chili-cheese-fries-with.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112641952492104203</id><published>2005-09-10T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:19:29.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" /&gt; Shou blinked, "I am not a pussy...i was a hitokiri...a man-slayer, once i see blood i go nuts and keep killing." He sighed, why be so defensive about being a murderer? " i won't switch sides, i don't want to go back and i'm not a supporter of heaven, not with how they treated Kasumi." he glared at the thought...she was only a weapon to them....so was he. "Me, i don't know why they all picked me to be the supreme weapon or whatever, i would rather not be involved and stay here, but i have no choice apparently, since they are both out for me. I'll work with ya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" /&gt; Rune looked at the empty package, damn that pregnancy stuff was kicking in fast, guess it's different for all races. He then nodded, "I'll go get more..." He looked over at Shou and glarred, "Don't piss her off while i'm gone okay, cause if she beats the shit outta you, i don't wanna hear it." He then left to retreive more burgers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112641952492104203?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112641952492104203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112641952492104203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641952492104203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641952492104203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/shou-blinked-i-am-not-pussy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112641889643973530</id><published>2005-09-10T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:08:16.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka glared at Shou. "You're a fucking pussy. French fry?" She held out a greasy french fry to him, taking a drink from her cup of soda. "So what now? Are we just gonna sit around and wait for that brat Dante and that psycho angel to show up again and start shit? Not that I'd mind, but still. I'd like some kind of plan before I get invovled in shit." She looked pointedly at Shou. "Where do you stand in all this? I don't wanna hafta cover your ass if you're just gonna go switch sides anyway." She glared at the floor in front of her and kicked at the empty packaging. "I'm out of burgers, Rune."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112641889643973530?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112641889643973530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112641889643973530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641889643973530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641889643973530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/taka-glared-at-shou.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112641847446795099</id><published>2005-09-10T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:01:14.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Rune shrugged, "Whenever that piain the ass decides to get here i guess.  He said he wanted to help clean up first and explain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/Shou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Shou calmy explained to the excessivly pissed Amaroq what was going on and even though the 24 hours wasn't up, he had to run for a bit.  After leaving beaten thouroughly, though he felt he deserved that, he had caused a fight and wrecked the place, he headed for the directions Rune had left him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found the place with little difficulty and frowned...he'd left the ritz to be in a shack.  He then shrugged, knocking loudly on the door, "Ne!  It's Shou!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rune looked at the door and raised an eyebrow, "Did we know we were talking about him or something?" he asked going to the door and letting the man in.  "Took ya long enough...did he beat you up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but i let him, i did cause a fight and wreck his place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are still a killing machine right?  I'd hate to waist my time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shou raised an eyebrow, "Yeah,  don't worry."  He looked over at Taka chowing down on fried stuff.   He waved and smiled nicely, never wanting to piss her off again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112641847446795099?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112641847446795099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112641847446795099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641847446795099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641847446795099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/rune-shrugged-whenever-that-piain-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112641709914678427</id><published>2005-09-10T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:38:19.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka frowned. "Hmmm, well shit. I guess we'll just have to pick up some fast food and wait for that Shou guy back at Hiroshi's." They hailed a cab, picked up something deep friend, and instructed the driver to head to Hiroshi's apartment. Once inside, Taka tore open the packages of burgers and fries and began to devour them. Between mouthfuls, she asked, "When's that guy gonna get here? This is beginning to irritate me." She gulped down a softdrink and tore open another burger, devouring it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112641709914678427?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112641709914678427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112641709914678427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641709914678427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641709914678427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/taka-frowned.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112641644439249459</id><published>2005-09-10T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:27:24.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka slowly looked at Rune, then scooted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. There wasn't much point in putting up a front now; there wasn't anything she could do to make the situation better. "I vote we get something to eat. I'm fucking starving. Maybe we should check in on Hiroshi and Milena, too. The whole situation got a lot more complicated."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112641644439249459?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112641644439249459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112641644439249459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641644439249459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641644439249459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/taka-slowly-looked-at-rune-then.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112641657298826877</id><published>2005-09-10T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:29:32.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Rune nodded and stood, helping Taka to her feet and started looking around, "Where would they be...oh that's the bar where we met up with Milen...a....oh shit...we can't go in there....Dante is in there...i can feel him"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112641657298826877?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112641657298826877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112641657298826877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641657298826877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641657298826877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/rune-nodded-and-stood-helping-taka-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112641603846223627</id><published>2005-09-10T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:20:38.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; He scoweled at himself and sat beside her, staring off into the empty street ahead of them. "...no...i'm not.   I'm sorry that i don't know what to do or say to possibly make you feel better.  I'll do whatever you ask of me....anything...but...i won't let you go through this alone,  that's the one thing i can't do.  I have to take responsibility for my actions."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112641603846223627?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112641603846223627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112641603846223627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641603846223627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641603846223627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/he-scoweled-at-himself-and-sat-beside.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112641584349066702</id><published>2005-09-10T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:17:23.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka shrugged. "I dunno. . ." She looked at the ground, then sighed. "Ok, fine, I'll admit it: I'm scared shitless Rune. I don't now what's gonna happen, and I have to care because it's not just me anymore. I'm scared. I'm fucking terrified. There, ya happy now?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112641584349066702?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112641584349066702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112641584349066702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641584349066702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641584349066702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/taka-shrugged.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112641525590350954</id><published>2005-09-10T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:07:35.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Rune took a deep breath and looked at her rather worried, "I guess you right....though....the thought of having a kid....made me happy...but....i'll....leave it up to you.   I know everything is dangerous right now, and i know you're right, but the truth is...no one is ever truely ready...or qualified...to raise a child."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112641525590350954?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112641525590350954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112641525590350954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641525590350954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641525590350954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/rune-took-deep-breath-and-looked-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112641495732104596</id><published>2005-09-10T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:02:37.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Taka sat in silence for a long time. "This. . .this isn't going to be easy, Rune. I mean, look at us. Are either of us really, REALLY qualified to raise a kid? I don't think so." She scuffed the toe of one of her boots at an old tin can that was slowly rolling its way past them. "And then there's what we're doing right now. We're defying heaven and hell and we're right in the middle of an ancient war. Not exactly a prime environment to settle down in." She thought about what she had said for a long time, and when she finally spoke again, her voice was hushed. "Maybe this shouldn't happen at all. . ."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112641495732104596?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112641495732104596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112641495732104596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641495732104596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112641495732104596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/taka-sat-in-silence-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112634038364008244</id><published>2005-09-10T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:19:43.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  He sighed and leant against the wall next to her, "I know....it's bad...and at the wrong time.  I need that rune back....it's the only way...i can insure perfect safty for you...and for the baby..."  He looked over at her, "...i'm not the right had of hell anymore Taka...at least not really, i'm going to get out of it.  I can't do that anymore, and i don't want to.  I promise you, i won't...let anything happen to either of you."  he sighed again, "We'll figure it out, but no matter what...i won't let anything bad happen.  We'll try to hide it for a while, i should probably go get it myself.  The sooner we get it back, the better, i'm the only one who can beat him, that's we he made the rune.  But, when i get it back, remember to not be in my sight for at least 5 hours...." he didn't know what to do now, he had to make sure nothing happened to her, and that would be hard, he didn't even want to think what would happen if HE knew; they had to hide it until he could get the rune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112634038364008244?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112634038364008244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112634038364008244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112634038364008244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112634038364008244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/he-sighed-and-leant-against-wall-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112633984670096788</id><published>2005-09-10T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:10:47.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; "No!! No no no no no!!!" she screamed at him as she pulled away, running her hands through her hair. "You don't get it, do you?! This is not good!! I'm a fucking mercenary, and you're the right hand of hell!! Do you honestly think this can work?! It can't!! This fucking situation is going to cripple both of us!! I can't. . .I can't deal with this. . ." Taka leaned against the wall of a building and slid down to the cement, hugging herself. "I can't do this. . .I don't want to. I don't want to put a child in this situation. This is so bad. . .I can't. . ." She wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her head on them, crying softly to herself. "What are we gonna do?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112633984670096788?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112633984670096788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112633984670096788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112633984670096788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112633984670096788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-no-no-no-no-no-she-screamed-at-him.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112633942621152591</id><published>2005-09-10T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:03:46.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; Rune's eyes widened. Pregnant?  That was what she'd saiid wasn't it?  "I'm...going...to be a....father?"  His mouth remained open a few heartbeats...what should he do?  Would she let him touch her...he wanted to...he wanted to pull her to him again.   His eyes softened, indeed this would cause a few problems, what with the danger he was in...and now her, but he was...happy.  He was going to have child with her, someone he did love.  Though he was often afraid to say it for fear of her being angry with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stepped forward and set his hands on either side of her face, wipping at her tears with his thumbs.  This was happy, not sad, he didn't want her to see only the negatives.  He wanted her to be happy.   He looked into her tearful eyes, Taka...." he smiled lovingly at her then putting his lips to hers, kissing her gently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112633942621152591?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112633942621152591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112633942621152591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112633942621152591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112633942621152591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/runes-eyes-widened.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112633894245958176</id><published>2005-09-10T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T00:55:42.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; "What did you do?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!" Taka's eyes were wide with anger, panic, and disbelief. "You fucked me and knocked me up, you asshole!! That's what you did!!! You knocked me up, Rune!! I'm fucking pregnant!!!" She was bawling now. What else could she do? There wasn't anybody nearby that she could maim or kill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112633894245958176?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112633894245958176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112633894245958176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112633894245958176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112633894245958176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-did-you-do-what-did-you-do-takas.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112633842068058013</id><published>2005-09-10T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T00:48:51.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" /&gt; Rune's eyes widened with panic, what had he done? "Taka...I..." She was crying, she was hurting so much and he could do nothing but watch. "...i don't know what...what did i do....Taka....i'm....." He was breathing heavily, his heart constricted as if it were about to fall apart...this pain ...hurt more than the one the rune inflicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Taka....what did i do....what....i....don't...understand..." His eyes were worried, hurt and afraid of what was happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112633842068058013?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112633842068058013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112633842068058013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112633842068058013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112633842068058013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/runes-eyes-widened-with-panic-what-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112633818349882466</id><published>2005-09-10T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T00:43:03.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/medievna/taka2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Rune's sudden appearance and insitance that she divulge everything brought about only one emotion in Taka: panic. She shoved him away from her, tempted to flee. "Get away from me!! Dammit, Rune, you've done enough!!!" A thought struck her, then, in her unstable state of mind. Of course, this was all his fault! All of it was because of him! "You asshole, how could you do this?! You did this on purpose, didn't you?! Fuck you, Rune!!! Just leave me the fuck alone!!!" She was crying again, somewhere very near either another episode of extreme violence or an emotional breakdown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112633818349882466?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112633818349882466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112633818349882466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112633818349882466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112633818349882466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/runes-sudden-appearance-and-insitance.html' title=''/><author><name>medievna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIlavi-k8Zs/SnrpXC6EysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BU5WH3xDJcw/S220/rose.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13774474.post-112633784790602602</id><published>2005-09-10T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T00:37:27.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b379/Seijuro_Kasumi/rune.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Rune had had it, he had to look for her.  He raced toward the door, ignoring the pain in his chest.  He raced outside, called a cab and headed into town.  He scanned everthing as he passed.  He then got out and started shouting.  "Taka!!!  Taka!!!  Where the hell are you?! Taka!"  He raced in every direction, having no clue as to where she'd have gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped suddenly looking ahead, it was Taka walking aimlessly and looking thouroughly upset and not in the normal pissy way.  He ran towards her as fast as he could go, when he coaught up to her he grabbed her by the shoulders and  pulled her to him, "Taka...where the hell...?"  He shut up, not caring just yet, she was here, in his arms, she was safe.  But something was definantly wrong.  "Taka...you can tell me, just tell me what's wrong...please...i'm worried about you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13774474-112633784790602602?l=dousojin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/feeds/112633784790602602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13774474&amp;postID=112633784790602602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112633784790602602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13774474/posts/default/112633784790602602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dousojin.blogspot.com/2005/09/rune-had-had-it-he-had-to-look-for-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683717734057992896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5QUa8QqXMA/SGWN97iHAnI/AAAAAAAAABM/1wH-9FZMPVw/S220/day+of+revolution.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
