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Eien Minamoto

"We are what we choose to be. What I choose to be is nothing less of what I am today."

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a character in “Vampire Knight: The Revelation”, originally authored by Nephilim, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Eternity; Source/Origin - "Source of Eternity" or "Eternity's Origins"
⌈I was given a name, just like everyone else. Though I think it was my mother that picked out this name. She said it was a symbol of a union that would last for all of eternity, hence the source of eternity.⌋




♠Theme

Breaking Benjamin || I Will Not Bow
Love and Death || The Abandoning
Eve to Adam || Immortal
Thousand Foot Krutch || Fly on the Wall
Linkin Park || A Light That Never Comes
Poets of the Fall || The Ballad of Jeremaiah Peacekeeper




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⌈It concerns me not what you think of me. Petty little details such as that are not warrant in my life. Your opinion matters little to me. The only approval I desire from someone, is myself. Whose else would I need?⌋




⌈Nickname⌋
E-chan; coined by Hikari

⌈Age⌋
101

⌈Gender⌋
Male

⌈Race⌋
Hybrid

⌈Role:⌋
First born of Shizuka and Hikaru; Oldest brother to Ryoku, Hikari, and Farah; Cousin to Naya, Reiko, and Haru

⌈Face Claim:⌋
Hibari Kyoya | Katekyo Hitman Reborn




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⌈There is no mistaking that I take after my father. Everyone deems it their responsibility to remind me of that constant factor and it is becoming vexatious. Do others not have more pressing matters to attend to other than telling me what I appear as?⌋




⌈Hair Color⌋
Black

⌈Eye Color⌋
Violet

⌈Skin Tone⌋
Pale; Ivory

⌈Height⌋
6'5

⌈Weight⌋
195

⌈Physical Description⌋
Eien was born with a crown full of midnight black hair. His appearance, perhaps, rival that of his fathers. He doesn't sport the long, midnight locks of his father, but it is perhaps just as dark. It appears endless, as if the light itself were afraid to reflect off of it. He wears his hair rather short, preferring to keep it out of his eyes as an easier way to manage it. He doesn't like long hair, like his brother and father seem to sport. It is cut in a rather choppy manner, the longer strands falling to the nape of his neck with the shorter strands falling just above his eye lashes. His hair is often kept unkempt, but it falls in a very kept manner. It is straight for the most part, nothing like his mother's soft waves nor his sisters. It is, however, soft to the touch and somewhat fluffy. Kari likes running her hands through it just to mess with him (which he surprisingly allows).

His eyes are perhaps a variant shade of purple. They are rather deep, almost violet in color with a hint of his mother's mahogany. There are times where his eyes will take on a more blue color, mixing with the violet to create a deep indigo color. Much like the rest of his features, his eyes are sharp, producing a rather angled almond shape. Unlike his brother, his eyes are not as lupine in appearance, and instead, almost seem more vampiric. This feature is highlighted by the thin brows that hang at a rather angled situation. His eyes are often misread as apathetic and observant, the latter which is true. He doesn't convey his emotions through his eyes, giving him a very limited facial expression.

His skin is a bit on the pale side, not having much color to it besides a very light shade of peach. It is smooth and unblemished for the most part, having the same marble-esque feature as his father and brother. He has a bit of a feral look to him, and this is only heightened by his height. He stands an inch taller than his father, something that Eien actually prides himself in. He is built with an appearance of someone who is rather frail, physically weak, however; this is far from the truth. Though he doesn't sport the same musculature as his brother, Eien is perhaps far stronger physically than Ryoku. Regardless, it is easy to misjudge his strength by his structure.




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⌈What is this love you speak of? There is no such thing as love, only the mutual dependence upon another person. This love you speak of is only an illusion, a mirage of what the heart truly desires. And what it desires, is someone to understand it.⌋




⌈Potential Interest⌋
Reiko Akarui: Eien is not a romantic person. As a matter of fact, romance seems to be all but existent in his life. It is not something he thinks about, ever, though he isn't exactly closed off to the notion. It is perhaps the way he sees his parents. There is something strong, something undeniably linking the two of them together, and that is perhaps how he views something as the concept of love. Something so strong between two people that it is impossible to ever break. There is no mistaking it though, that there is something bubbling just beneath the surface of Eien's facade when he is around Reiko. She brings a sense of calmness, of normality around him, given the family they have. He enjoys her company very much, and he will admit there is an attraction of sorts to her, though he has yet to discern what it truly means. He does, however, find great amusement in her fainting spells.

⌈Skills
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    ★ Swordsmanship || Like all of his siblings, Eien is learned in the art of the sword. He is, by far, the most skilled with one, perhaps rivaling that of his father. He perhaps could beat his father if he had as many years under his belt as his father did, however; he does not and therefore cannot. He does not prefer swords, as odd as it may be, however, and has taken to using tonfa's. He is skilled with weaponry regardless of which one he uses. Tonfa's just happen to be his favorite.
    ★ Cooking || Being able to digest both blood and solid foods, Eien took to cooking his own meals by the time he was six. He always had a flare for the unusual dishes, and since Shizuka wouldn't make him his own, he learned to do it on his own. He is perhaps one of the best chef's around, able to cook almost anything and everything someone may desire. He often helps out Hikari, Farah, and his mother whenever they cook meals, often doing most of the heavier dishes.

⌈Abilities⌋
    ✠ Royal Mark || Like his father, and his father's father, Eien has inherited the Royal Mark, the ability to mark the one and unite them both in a very intimate way. This ability is, apparently, only inherited by the males of the Minamoto family, and it is something Eien does not take lightly. There will only be one he will mark as his own, however; so far, he has found most of the female population quite...boring. Needless to say, it is hard to tell if someone will ever catch his fancy, however; there has been a bit of speculation regarding Reiko, his cousin. Still, nothing is set in stone quite yet.
    ✠ Pyrokinesis || An ability inherited from his great grandfather, Ichirou, who had the ability to command all elements. Eien only inherited the ability to manipulate and control fire at his whim. The odd thing about this, is that his flames have taken on a rather peculiar shade. While not the normal red or white, or even blue flames, they are a rather dark violet, mirroring the color of his and his parents shared eye color. It is unknown why they are this color, or how hot they burn exactly, but it is speculated that the flames he possesses are rather...peculiar against the flesh of an oni.
    ✠ Cryokinesis || Another ability inherited from both his grandfather and great grandfather. Eien has inherited the ability to control and manipulate ice, a shared ability with his younger brother, Ryoku. Eien does not use this ability much as he doesn't much care for it. He prefers using his pyrokinesis overall and only uses his Cryokinesis should the situation call for something a little more...chilled. Regardless, he has mastered this ability along with the others and can use them exceptionally well.
    ✠ Amplification || A very odd and peculiar ability. While retaining the nullification ability shared by his family, Eien has inherited the ability to amplify another's own ability. This is usually done by the consumption of his blood, however; Eien is very...very reluctant to share such a thing. The only people he will allow to even remotely feed from him is his sister, Hikari. Though he would share his blood with his family (except his mother since she isn't a vampire) should the situation be dire enough that they need the extra boost.
    ✠ Transformation || Like his family, Eien has the ability to shift to a wolf form. Like his parents and brother, Eien's form is that of a pure white wolf, perhaps the closest shade to his mother in the snow white appearance.




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⌈There are many things I can do and many more I cannot. Do not presume to know my secrets. They are not for you to know, only if I wish or desire for you to know. My secrets are best left undiscovered, for if you know them, it is the means of madness for your soul.⌋




⌈Other:⌋
N/A

⌈Habits
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    ☁ Blank Face || Eien tends to stare at everything and everyone with the same, stoic expression upon his face. His parents have speculated that he is incapable of smiling, as he never smiled once...not even as a child. He just seems incapable of the muscle movement. This, however, does not stop some of his family members from trying to get the hybrid to smile. The only thing he is capable is a slight tilt of the lips that only his mother can induce from him.
    ☁ Observation || Since he makes it a habit of watching people, he has learned to read their body-language. He can tell what a person is feeling simply by the way the wind blows their hair, or the sparkle in their eye. Also, it makes him a very analytical thinker, able to conjure something up immediately when presented with a situation. This serves him in a positive way as he can assess who will be a hindrance or an enemy this way.
    ☁ Reading || Eien can be found most often inside the library, a book in hand. He often indulges in reading, catching up on history in particular, especially his family's history. There isn't much about them, save for a few things here and there about the Minamoto and Fujiwara family, but even then it is limited information. It does not stop him from trying to delve further into his family history, though there are a few things he finds very odd. There are pieces of information missing from certain books.




⌈Likes⌋
    ჊ Birds || He is unsure of the reason why, but he enjoys the small creatures. Perhaps it is their fragility, the smallness of their forms, or perhaps just how they always seem so free, Eien finds comfort in the small creatures. Unlike his father, and the rest of his siblings, Eien was able to create a familiar, and it is not unsurprising that it took on the form of a small yellow canary named Bibi.
    ჊ Strawberries || Something he does not like sharing, but his love for strawberries stems from his mother. Much like his mother, he is extremely greedy with his strawberries. He doesn't share. Ever. Should someone be brave enough to try and take one from him, they may end up with a few missing fingers, perhaps a whole arm if he is feeling generous. Oddly enough, he will share them with his family members, except Ryoku.
    ჊ Silence || There are times that call for silence, and when he can get them, he enjoys it. Growing up in the family he did, he takes solace in the moments of peace he can get. Most of the time, he'll be in the library where it is mandatory to be silent and will often use that time to catch up on the musings of the war. Though his family does not partake in the war between the hunters and vampires, he isn't ignorant to it, and knows that eventually they will have to make a choice.

⌈Dislikes⌋
    ✘ Subjugation || He can subjugate lower vampires, however; he doesn't like it. It is perhaps one of the only things that he truly dislikes. Something about how pure-bloods make others bow, pisses him off to no end. To know that he inherited this vampiric trait is something he loathes. He will never subjugate another vampire unless he has reason to...and that reason alone has to border threatening his family. If a vampire threatens his family, he will not hesitate to subjugate them.
    ✘ Ryoku || He isn't particularly...fond of his brother. Even as children, there has been something the two that borders on a very dangerous rivalry of sorts. Ryoku has always tried to get a reaction out of Eien, and as a result, he loathes his brother. Though he loves him, that doesn't mean he has to like the man. If it were up to him, he would have dealt with Ryoku a long time ago, however; as it is, Ryoku is still family, and he doesn't harm family...even if they deserve it.
    ✘ Blood Pills || Much like his Uncle Sora, Eien despises blood pills. He cannot stand the bitter taste and has resorted to taking blood from one of his family members. As of right now, he and Hikari have a mutual understanding. She cannot take blood pills, and he does not like them. They have agreed to provide each other with what they need, Hikari the blood she needs, and he the blood he desires to not replace. There is nothing more between the two.




⌈Strengths⌋
    ♩ Combat || Eien was born at the end of a war, not the war. As such, growing up in a war-filled place, he has taken to training himself, and with his parents occasionally, so that he could be up to par for when the true battle comes. As a result, he is well-versed in combat, both with weaponry and hand-to-hand combat. He is second-to-none, perhaps his father, and even surpasses his mother in combat. Regardless, he is not one to trifle with lightly.
    ♩ Patience || Living with a family such as his, Eien was born being patient. With his cousin, Naya's, reckless behavior, Ryoku's constant nagging, it is very hard to wear him down or make him snap. His patience could perhaps rival a saint's, however; even his patience has its limits. If something were to ever threaten his family, that patience can be put to the test. His temper is nothing to marvel at, nor is it anything to provoke.
    ♩ Control || Eien's control over his beast is unprecedented. He, perhaps, has more control over it than his parents have control over their own. He first shifted when he was seven years old, something that baffled his mother as the rest of his siblings all shifted at the age of ten, including Shizuka when she was but a child. Needless to say, he not only has control over his beast, but also his thirst from his vampiric side. Both are nothing to trifle with.

⌈Weaknesses⌋
    ☯ Apathy || Eien is very apathetic. It is not that he cannot feel emotions, he just lacks the will to care. Emotions are something he chooses to ignore simply because of the fact that they will hinder him, as a result, he can be extremely cold when it comes to his words and the way he expresses himself. Not that he means to be, but it can be a major set back for him. The only thing that could even remotely produce any kind of emotion is his family.
    ☯ Family || His family is his greatest weakness. He will go to any lengths to protect them, and that is not limited to self-sacrifice. Should someone threaten his family, or even remotely come close to harming them, there is no place that is safe that they can hide. Eien would find them, and he would destroy them. His family is something sacred, despite what his persona may show.
    ☯ Hybrid || Though this could be considered a strength, it is in fact a weakness for Eien. His vampiric blood is at a constant clash with his werewolf blood, and if anything, Eien is more vampire than he is wolf. This has caused a plethora of problems, especially when it regards blood consumption. He must consume blood on an above average basis. The least he can go without blood is five days. He will drop severely if he were to ever go longer than two days without blood after the first initial five.




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⌈I do not put things lightly. Either take the truth for what it is, or learn to ignore it more. I care not either way how my words affect you. I will not bend to the will of others simply because you are too delicate to handle the truth.⌋




⌈Personality⌋
Calm | Taciturn | Level-Head | Blunt

Eien is a person who does not feel the need to be reserved in his words, nor does he feel the need to sugar-coat them. Directly, and brutally, blunt, Eien will say things how they are, regardless of someone's feelings. It is, perhaps, a trait inherited from his mother, though that is perhaps the only thing he inherited from her. Being careful in words is something that Eien does not believe in. If someone cannot take the truth for what it is, what use does he have associating himself with them? It is a trait that runs in his family, except for of course Farah. It is something that does not bother him though, even if someone were to be honest with him. Nothing phases him like it does most people, and he tends to lack a bit in facial expressions. Despite his blunt tendencies, Eien can be extremely reserved in his words as well.

He doesn't feel inclined to join in on conversations unless they are pertaining to himself or have to deal with his family. As a result, a majority of the time, Eien can be found observing people and just listening to the conversations around him. He would rather remain silent if he could, and would avoid talking altogether if it were possible. He doesn't find conversations worthwhile any longer because they have ceased to interest him. The only people he actually has a conversation with are Reiko, Hikari, Farah, and occasionally Trevor. He has ignored his brother and cousin, Haru, for the most part. If anything, Eien resembles water. He is fluid, graceful, calm, and yet he can also be very fierce and destructive under the right circumstances.

Despite all of that, he is a rather calm individual. He takes things in stride, assessing them and then acting acordingly to fit the situation. He isn't a very trusting individual, and only trusts a handful of people, all of whom can be counted on one hand. Not that he is incapable of trusting, he just hasn't had a reason to trust anyone outside of the five people he does. Regardless, Eien is considered, by his family, to be the calm, rational one. In reality, Eien just lacks the capacity to care for certain things. He doesn't allow his emotions to rule him, and he can withstand the greatest of pressures at a scary level.




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⌈I was born; I lived; I have yet to die. That is all you need to know about me and my past. Should you try to dig any deeper, I assure you, it is something you will not like. I was born at the end of a battle, and the beginning of a war.⌋




⌈History⌋
Eien was the first born, inheriting most of Hikaru into his appearance, however; Eien wasn't quite like Shizuka and Hikaru. When he was born, he was an extremely calm child, never once crying or throwing tantrums. He took everything in with apparent fascination and had a hunger and desire to learn. Even with the antics of his parents, their personality never rubbed off on him. It was often questioned if he was truly their son or not, however; his grandmother, aunt, and uncle are willing to give testament to that. It was also proven when he shifted. Despite his appearance, Eien shifted into the mixture of color between his parents, appearing as a metallic silver wolf. As a child, Eien was always calm, calculative, and observant. He learned at a faster pace than most children his age, and would have been considered a prodigy had he not grown bored with certain things. He and his father always had a rather odd relationship.

Though he learned most of his abilities from Hikaru, there was always this underlying need to be better than his father. It wasn't that he wanted to be better than Hikaru, it was more of a need to prove himself to his father more than anything. Regardless, he trained a majority of his life to be the best at what he does now. Eien was six when Ryoku was born, something that had quite confused the six year old. Ryoku was a wild child, always doing things to be destructive. Eien couldn't figure out what was wrong with his brother, and why he seemed so intent on making him angry. He brushed Ryoku off as best as he could, opting to ignore his ignorant little brother up until he was about fifty years old. Ryoku tried to challenge his brother to a fight, and had Eien not been as reserved as he was, Ryoku might have found more than what he bargained for.

When Eien was eighty years old, he was introduced to his baby sister, Hikari. He was a bit fascinated at his baby sister, wondering how something like Ryoku could be born, followed by her. He wondered a bit if there was something wrong with his mother's hormones during child development, however; he merely shrugged it off as something that was part of his family. He allowed Ryoku to take over the role of protective big brother, however; when Hikari came of age that her vampiric side began to show, Eien and she entered into an arrangement. He would feed from her and she from him in a mutual benefit. He despised blood pills, and she couldn't consume them. There was nothing more than a mutual understanding between them.

About ten years after the birth of Hikari, Eien was introduced, much like the rest of his family, to Farah. He knew not the circumstances of why his parents took her in, however; he wasn't one to question their motives. He took to Farah, perhaps as quickly as Hikari had. Though he was reluctant at accepting her into the family, he eventually took to her. As of now, Eien is attending Cross Academy with his family, something he didn't truly wish to do, however; he can never say no to his mother. He knows that there is a war brewing on the horizon, and as such, has taken to keeping up his training. Even though Cross is neutral, he is not ignorant to the fact that there is something darker looming about, and he isn't thrilled about it.




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⌈It is only a matter of time. Whether we are prepared for it or not has yet to be seen. I do not know what the future holds for us. But what I do know, is that I create my own future, my own destiny.⌋



So begins...

Eien Minamoto's Story

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Steely violet eyes gazed out into the crowd, watching as the students interacted with each other, giggling and smiling as they walked by. Eien's face remained void of much of any emotion, just the barest flicker of irritation shining through as he glanced down to his side. Farah had latched onto his arm, her body trembling a bit as she tried to keep her composure. He couldn't blame her, not really. She was a shy creature to begin with, so being in such a large, occupied space, would do that to her. He sighed softly through his nose, shifting so that he was standing a bit more composed and not enough to disturb his sister.

Farah, on the other hand, tried her best to keep her composure. It was late Autumn, and this festival they were currently attending had caught her completely off guard. She wasn't entirely sure what to do seeing as she wasn't so good at interacting with people, often. Sure, she interacted with a few people here and there, but that was because she had to interact with them. Doing so voluntarily was a different story all together. It required her to talk to more people, and not just about homework either. With that in mind, her arm tightened a bit onto Eien's. He had always provided a sort of stability for her, and of course her sister, Hikari, who was currently missing.

Hikari had found her way to one of the booths, her eyes shining with mirth as she glanced at the objects laid out on the table. Most of them were pendants, some shaped in odd animals, others shaped into different shapes. There were three that caught her eye, and she was trying to decide which one she wanted. They were an owl, a dragon, and a tiger. The owl was carved out of an onyx gemstone, the dragon a sapphire gemstone, and the tiger a jade. They were well made, and for a moment, Hikari couldn't tell if they were real or not. She decided they were not, seeing as they were being sold at the school, but then again, they still could be. She paid for one of them and continued on her way.

Ryoku, however, was grinning from ear to ear, his arms laced behind his head as he stared out in front of him. There were so many fruits just waiting for him to take a bite out of, but he'd have his fun first. Which is why, currently, he was traveling with the two other people in his life he'd consider friends. Well, one of them was his actual family member, so he was stuck with him regardless. Not that he minded, Haru was a blast to pick on. It was interesting to see how many shades of red Haru could turn, and they all always seemed to compliment his skin tone. Well, for now, he'd just pick on the available party to him, starting with the first person he came across next.


Reiko was not exactly sure where Naya had gone off to, but she didn’t let it bother her much. Her twin was always doing something, and it was usually causing trouble. One day, Kiko was certain, it would get Naya into trouble herself. Until then
 well, most of the trouble seemed to find her instead. As now, when one of the rubber balls from a carnival game rebounded at the wrong angle from the wall it had been thrown against and sailed towards her head. Her arm snapped up automatically, and she caught it, but the problem was, she missed the fact that there was someone headed towards her with a box of darts for one of the balloon-popping games.

The collision was loud, and the darts when flying, several of them coming loose from the box and starting to rain downwards on the two now-prone people. Reiko was on her feet at once—the person carrying the box had been human, they could really hurt him. Her hands moved quickly as she caught darts in the spaces between her fingers, moving lightly over the ground to make sure she got them all, and when her hand closed over the last one, she breathed a sigh of relief, smiling down at the human with the box, who was looking at her with a slightly-dazed expression, his face red. Probably from embarrassment, poor thing. She tilted her head to the side and put the darts back in the box, helping him up with a hand about his forearm and setting the box back in his arms, then dusting off his shoulders.

“There we go,” she said gently, nodding with a brighter smile. “Everything’s fine now. Just be a bit careful, okay? Everyone’s relying on you to help make this a fun festival, and we should all try our best, right?” The human boy nodded, and Kiko’s gentle smile inched a little wider. “Good.” Stepping back, she gestured for him to go ahead past her, which he did, and she continued on her way, not really aiming to be anywhere in particular.

Nearby, but not so close as to have witnessed the incident, Tatsuhiko was wondering how it was that he was even here. Public spectacles were much more Tora’s area of expertise than his, and in all honesty, he could do without the crowds. Sighing softly, he passed a vendor of artisan jewelry and perused the wares. He was not typically one for ornamentation, but then, the pieces were very well-crafted, and unless he was mistaken, the gems were genuine. He paused, brushing his fingers lightly over the smooth surface of a sapphire dragon.

“It suits you,” said the wareseller, a middle-aged human woman, pushing her square-framed glasses up her nose. She looked at him with something akin to knowing, and for just a moment, he entertained the notion that she might understand just how poignant that statement really was. Perhaps he was reading too much into things, but he tilted his head faintly to the side.

“Perhaps,” he replied noncommittally, and she smiled.

Torahiko surveyed the festival, blinking languidly at the bright nighttime lights and the milling people. So many opportunities, so little time. It was always that, wasn’t it? A lack of time. He’d been running out of it since the day he was born. Unlike the ones beside him, who had all the time in the world, if they played their cards right. Well, he was never one to let it bother him overmuch—it was all about what he did with it, and right now, he intended to have a lot of fun. “Well, well, henchmen,” he said playfully, referencing the jocular nicknames of the men to his right and left, “what variety of mayhem shall we cause tonight?”


"Boss...I think Naya Nii-san is beating us to it." Haru pointed, and sure enough, a few rows down, one could hear -and see- a rather large commotion. Kon, the large dark lion on top of which Haru Akarui rode, as he always did, chuckled. "Haru, Naya always beats us to it. Oh look, and here comes Trevor, right on cue."

True to the familiar's word, the vampire strode right past the trio, and towards where one could see flashes of cornflower-blue hair amidst yelling and destruction. It was a bit unclear as to what exactly was going on, but as Trevor got closer, he could hear what Naya was saying. Or yelling, rather.

"What did you say, you brat?!"

"I said, a girl can't fight. That would be you, little lady."

A vein stood out in Naya's forehead. This kid was human, and probably about seventeen, from the looks of him. Little lady? Little lady? Oh...he was going to get it. He was so going to get it. "Little lady, huh? Do you have any idea who I am?"

"A girl?" He smirked down at her, dark hair falling into his eyes. He was nearly a foot taller than she was, to be sure. But that didn't mean anything, not really. Naya hissed out a breath through her teeth. She drew back a fist...

Only to have it caught by someone. Naya blinked, looking over her shoulder to see her uncle, Trevor. He was chewing on a toothpick as she glared at him. "He's not worth it, Naya." Trevor's eyes slid over to the male, who looked almost haughty. Trevor sighed through his nose. This guy was beginning to piss him off, and for someone as patient as Trevor, that was saying something. "Picking fights with people is not very smart. You never know what kind of friends they have."

He did not, however, give any of them a chance to answer as he pulled his niece away, who was glaring at him. "I would have been just fine, Trevor, he was only a human." Trevor sighed, his hand under Naya's elbow to ensure she didn't slip away from him. "Exactly, he was human, you would have killed him."

"Besides, isn't Mama Kiki always telling you not to fight, Nana-chan?" A small voice spoke up, the small white tiger landing neatly on top of Naya's head. "Shut up, Mako." Naya scowled up at her familiar, and when the three of them got back to where Tora, Ryo, and Haru were, Naya turned and punched Trevor in the jaw, sending him sprawling. "That's for helping me when I didn't need it!" She crossed her arms and then glared at Haru, who couldn't seem to stop laughing.


Ryoku laughed at his cousin's observation of Naya, the ever flamboyant Akarui child. Though he couldn't say he wasn't equal parts amused, Naya always had a certain flair about her that could draw just about any moth to her. Not that he had much to worry about, Trevor was there. Their uncle was the unfortunate soul to be tied to Naya, watching her as she rampaged through the school. His lips tilted into a faint smirk as he stared at his cousin.

"Naya, Naya, really must you torture Trevor so? He's only looking out for you," he crooned out, his smirk widening. He shook his head a bit before walking up to Haru, leaning on Kon and placing his elbow ontop of Haru's shoulder, his other hand laid at his waist. "Besides Haru-chan here is saying you are taking all the fun. That, sweetheart, is a no-no. You gotta leave some for us you know," he spoke, his smirk widening a bit.

Farah, on the other hand, had somehow managed to lose herself and separate from Eien. She shivered slightly, rubbing her arms together to provide a sense of comfort to herself. It did little to calm her nerves, however; a familiar scent came to her, and the barest flicker of a smile crossed her features. She knew who that was, and if she could find him, she'd be okay. But that was if she could find him. Though she caught and held his scent, it was quickly disappearing amongst the plethora of other scents. Eventually, she caught sight of his familiar deep, purple hair.

"Hiko-san," she called out meekly, her voice a note just above a whisper. She cringed at the softness of her own voice, and part of her silently wished she could make it stronger. She'd have to deal with it for now though, and made her way so that she was standing just a bit behind Tatsuhiko. "How are you, Hiko-san?" she questioned lightly, her nervousness ebbing away slowly. He, Eien, and Hikari, always had that affect on her, and she was grateful to have at least one of the three.

Hikari frowned, her face pulled back into one of discomfort as she stared at the fluffy penguin in front of her. She had tried everything she could think of to win the creature, and so far it was proving to be quite the evasive creature. She gritted her teeth, handing the stall vendor another coupon as she tried her hand at the toss again. She missed once, twice, the fifth time she ended up throwing the rest of the rings in a rather hazardous manner, managing to knock one of the rings off and watched as it bounced towards a person. Said person managed to catch it without much effort and steel violet eyes met vibrant mahogany.

"Eien," she addressed her brother as she watched the dark haired male toss the ring towards the bottles, watching as it spun against the glass and fell in place. She pursed her lips together, irritation evidently leaking from her eyes as the stall vendor handed the penguin to Eien. "That's not fair, E-chan," she stated, folding her arms over her chest in the process. Eien merely regarded her with the same stoic face as he glanced at the penguin, then towards his sister. Raising an eyebrow, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, if that is the case, Imouto-chan, then I will take my prize elsewhere," he spoke, his voice never missing a step to the monotonous beat.


“Beating us to it does not mean beating us at it,” Tora pointed out with a grin. “Besides, the bodyguard didn’t actually let her fight anybody, so
 no points, kitten.” He shrugged with an air of mock sympathy, his smile stretching to flash teeth that still had a hint of fang, even when he was perfectly at ease. Perhaps it was better to say that he was never completely at ease. Tora was always ready for a fight, even when he seemed most relaxed. It was in his nature, like kindness was in the natures of some other people.

Of course, the little white tiger cub jumped onto her head at that point, and his expression changed slightly, though what exactly was different about it would be hard to say. “Hey, little Mayhem! Looks like we have all the tricksters in a row today. I say we take advantage.” As good as his word, Tora winked a bright green eye at Naya and headed into the crowd. The best kind of chaos required a surprising amount of planning beforehand. Kind of like dominoes. You could tip over a few if you wanted, but it was much more effective if they were all lined up the right way, first.

The soft voice halted Tatsu’s movement, and a small smile flickered over his face. He turned to face the snow-haired girl, inclining his torso in a slight bow. It was certainly polite, but not overly formal, exactly. He was polite to Farah because he did not know how to be kind, and she deserved at least that much. “Good evening, Farah,” he said gently, watching as her expression shifted from one of obvious discomfort into something a little steadier. The girl was an open book in many ways, but he’d never use it against her if he could avoid it.

He wondered for a moment why she was here, as if he recalled correctly, she liked crowds no more than he did, but perhaps she had come with her family—many of whom he could presently smell, but none of whom he could see. “I hope you are well?” It was inflected as a question, an indirect way of asking if there was anything he could be doing to help her. He could smell cooking food, and tilted his head slightly to the side. “Have you yet eaten?” It was as much an idea as anything, after all.

Kiko, having caught the scent of two of her favorite relatives, was only just rounding a corner as Eien moved to take his leave, and inadvertently ran smack into him, rebounding off the much more sturdy form of her cousin and landing hard on her rear. It didn’t hurt, but it was certainly embarrassing. Reiko sighed, her face coloring to a pinkish shade. She really was unlucky. “Oh dear,” she said, picking herself back up off the ground and dusting off her clothes. “I’m sorry, Eien. I was coming to see both of you—I did not expect to succeed so
 soon.” She cracked a small, very sheepish smile.


Naya made an odd little grunting sound as she stalked off after Tora. He at least knew how to have fun. Preferably the kind where she was not called "little lady". She hated that almost as much as her mother hated being called "princess". There was a wry little smile on her face though, watching her brother and her cousin. They were made for each other, really. If only Haru would open his eyes and see it. Or confess, rather, Naya was well aware of her little brother's affections. She shook her head slightly.

"So I don't get any points for clocking Trevs, either? No fair..."

Haru, on the other hand, had somehow managed to not overly blush, and keep his composure, when Ryoku came over. He was not, however, able to stop his heart from slamming into his ribcage. He really needed to get his head out of the clouds. He leaned backwards slightly, watching as Naya and Tora stalked off through the crowd. He looked back at his cousin. "Ro-chan, they're leaving without us."

Trevor sighed, watching as Naya left, shaking his head slowly. Well, he was now certain of two things: one, if Naya was with Tora, he at least didn't have to worry overmuch about her being in danger. And two: there would be absolutely no stopping her. With that in mind, he turned, waving at his nephew, perfectly content to leave them. He needed a shower.

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Eien blinked down as something collided with him, or rather someone. He blinked slowly as it finally registered who it was, and his brow rose slightly. "Then why are you apologizing?" he spoke, earning a light brush to his shoulder from his younger sibling, whom he turned to face. Hikari pursed her lips together at her brother as she rolled her eyes at him. "It seems that Kari does not want this creature, perhaps it would be best suited to you," he spoke, handing the stuffed penguin to Reiko. If he could have (and he really could have), he would have smirked at his sister at the deflated light in her eyes as he handed Reiko the creature she had tried so hard to win.

"You...are evil, E-chan, so very evil," she muttered beneath her breath, glaring at her brother but shrugged her shoulders nonetheless. Eien merely mimicked her action, shrugging his shoulders as well. "But he is right, I didn't want it," she stated, smiling at her cousin in the process. She did want it, however; she wasn't going to take that away from her cousin, especially since it was Eien giving it to her. She had no idea how her cousin felt about her brother, however; any show of affection from said older brother was something she wanted everyone to know he was capable of such.

"If you say so, Imouto-chan," Eien replied, folding his arms across his chest, a perfect mimicry of their father. Hikari scoffed at him once more before making her way to Reiko's side, linking her arm together with the Akarui. She stuck her tongue out at her brother as he rose his brow once more. "Must you always do that?" he questioned, his tone laced in boredom as he regarded his sister. He turned towards Reiko, though, and sighed softly. "Are the two of you hungry? Or do you still wish to play these games?" he questioned, waving a hand in the direction of the different stalls that housed various games. If they were hungry, he'd accompany them to the food court, however; if they wished to play games, he would accompany them to the stalls. It wasn't exactly something he liked to entertain, leaving his family unattended. Though he was short one sister, he could scent her with someone whom he trusted enough to keep her well.

Kiko blinked down at the (rather adorable, she had to admit it) stuffed penguin now resting in her hands, and then back up at her cousins, who were now engaging in what was honestly rather normal banter for them. She felt herself go a little pink in the face, but thankfully, she was able to force it to subside before either of them had cause to look at her again. She found her smile again, though, when Eien’s posture so perfectly mimicked Uncle Hikaru’s. She’d never actually told anyone this, but her uncle had definitely been her first crush growing up, and the similarities between he and her cousin, for whom her feelings were much deeper than that, were really quite obvious to her, though she took care not to mention it. Their personalities were very different, though—she had realized this a long time ago.

She giggled softly when Hikari stuck her tongue out at him, and happily linked arms with her cousin, the penguin under her other arm. It was going to be a wonderful night, she could already tell; she’d had fewer random mishaps than usual today, nobody was picking on her, and she was with her family. It didn’t take any more than that to make her happy, in all honesty. “Well, if Kari-chan is hungry, we can go to the food court, but otherwise, perhaps we could find some games?” She didn’t need to eat, herself, as a vampire and absent the hybrid traits of both her cousins, but she certainly did not mind doing so, and whatever they wanted was fine by her. It was enough to be with them. Some days, she was reminded of just how lucky she really was, mishaps included.

Hikari waited for her cousin to answer, wanting to know what she wanted to do before adding her thoughts to the mix. She, herself, wasn't all that hungry, and Reiko was a vampire to boot, so she really didn't need to eat anything. The obvious choice would be to make their way towards the games. She turned her attention towards Eien, not really having to say a word as he already made his way ahead of them, but not so much as to leave a distance between them. Hikari merely dragged Reiko along as they made their way to the first game. She tilted her head, inspecting it for a moment before she turned to Reiko and Eien.

"How many," he stated, not bothering to even mask it as a question when he noted the look in his sister's eye. The game was rather plain and easy. It was set up much like a dart table, different colored balloons littering the boards. The stall vendor simply handed him the darts and explained the rules. Pop three balloons, they got to choose a small prize. Pop more than ten, and they could choose any prize. He sighed softly, purchasing the eleven darts and handed them to his sister, who took them almost gleefully. There was a rather interesting looking ferret she spotted, and it almost looked like a red panda, with its coloration.

Without much thought, she threw the darts, managing to pop nine balloons in the process. Something must have been out to get her, or so she thought, as Eien watched in amusement as she missed the last two balloons. "They are close together. How do you miss them so easily?" he spoke, a hint of teasing almost laced in his words. Hikari merely pouted as he allowed the faintest of tugs to pull at his lips, but it wasn't enough to cause him to smile. He could smirk if he wanted to, but then again, it was a half smile, and he never did anything half way.

"Kiko, I think E-chan has it out for me," she merely whined to her cousin, grabbing hold of the girl's arm again.

“But you did so well, Kari-chan,” Reiko replied, obviously confused as to why her cousin was disappointed and also impressed with her success. If it were, her, she’d probably have nearly stuck herself with half the darts, and accidentally hit someone else with at least one, no matter how good her aim was. Of course, when she followed her cousin’s eyes to the ferret, she understood, and frowned slightly. She could try winning it for Kari-chan, but she was afraid her usual luck would hold and it would be a disaster.

It happened, though, that she caught the eye of the student running the booth, and recognized him immediately as the one who’d been carrying the box of the darts earlier. She smiled in greeting, waving slightly, and he returned the gesture, slightly pink in the face. Funny, since it wasn’t all that warm or cold outside. Maybe he had poor temperature tolerance, or really good circulation. He of course knew what was going on, and glanced back and forth between the two girls. “Well, actually
 nobody’s hit all eleven all night,” he said with a shrug. “So
” he reached up, unhooking the ferret from the ceiling of his booth. “Think of it as a prize for first place.” he handed the item to Hikari, and Reiko beamed.

“See? You’ve done better than anyone has all night! That’s wonderful, Kari-chan.” She felt a little better now, too, since she had not missed the way Hikari looked a little disappointed when she didn’t get the penguin, no matter what she said about it. Now they both had one. “Thank you, Hiromasa.” The human boy looked very surprised that she knew his name, but just nodded and mumbled something under his breath, his face transitioning from pink to red. Reiko, however, did not notice, as she’d already turned back to her family.

“Okay, so what’s next?”

Even her cousin's words could not keep the dark cloud from hovering over Hikari as she continued to pout. Eien was half tempted to roll his eyes at his sister's reaction, but left it alone. His eyes, however, did not miss the way the stall vendor, Hiromasa, and Reiko's own eyes met, and with a faint interest, noticed the way the boy's face turned pink. His lips pursed into a fine line as he regarded Hiromasa. He watched as the boy spoke, grabbing the ferret and handing it to his sister. Immediately, the cloud dispersed from her and her eyes sparkled. She grabbed the ferret, hugging it to her as she hooked her arm once more with her cousin's.

"There are other games to play, or if the both of you are so inclined, the plays are about to start," he answered. He tilted his head towards one of the stages that were already prepared. What they were going to be showcasing was something he did not know, nor did he care to. If they wanted to watch the play, he would join them. If they wanted to play more games, then he would follow them until they tired. And knowing his sister, she'd probably decide on the games. He was half tempted to leave her on her own, allow her to keep her misfortune to herself before it started rubbing off on him, however; he'd never truly do that.

"Since when did E-chan entertain plays?" she spoke, raising a brow at her brother. "Besides, most of these plays are either sappy, heavily romantic, or just awful and rushed," she added, her tongue slowly making itself known from her mouth. She didn't like romance movies, that much was obvious, and for reasons she did not wish to share. Eien, however, sighed softly, shaking his head at her words. He didn't like much of anything about this festival, and the only reason he was here was to keep an eye on his family members to ensure that they were safe, and not causing too much trouble. Right about now, Ryoku would be causing trouble along with Naya.

“Um, actually
” Kiko ventured, looking a bit sheepish. “I think I’d really like to see the play. Apparently they’re putting on As You Like It this year
 and I really do like Shakespeare.” She confessed it a little ruefully, because honestly, the play was silly, and probably not to most people’s tastes, since it had an odd mix of very strange comedy and, as Kari had suggested, more than a little sappy romance. But then
 Reiko was kind of a sappy romantic herself, though she generally kept the trait in check very well.

“You two don’t have to come of course. And if it’s bad, I promise we’ll leave, so
” she smiled gently, making a shooing motion with her hands. “Feel free to go have fun without me.” She did want to see the stage before it was inevitably destroyed by her sister or Tora-san or someone else.

Hikari's lips pursed into a fine line at Reiko's suggestion, however; she pulled it back into a smile. "Well, if that's what Kiko-chan wants, then you two go enjoy that play. I, on the other hand, have other things to attend to!" she stated, shoving her brother towards Reiko and dusting her hands off in the process. Eien merely shook his head. He really didn't want to split up, however; he also didn't want to follow after his sister when he knew she was more than capable of defending herself. Reiko, on the other hand...his eyes drifted towards the Akarui and he heaved a sigh.

"Shall we then?" he spoke, offering his arm to Reiko in the process. He watched as Hikari disappeared from sight, shaking his head still as he had somehow managed to find himself in the possession of the red ferret she had so desperately wanted earlier, and yet was so fast to abandon it. He didn't understand his sister at times, he really didn't.

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Reiko went from blinking her large green eyes owlishly at her female cousin to being just about to rescind her opinion and go with them to trying to fight down a blush (and, thankfully, succeeding) as she delicately laid her palm on Eien’s forearm. It was honestly silly, how ridiculous she felt whenever she was alone with him. It had been the same way every time for at least thirty years now. She was hopeless, really, and very surprised that he didn’t think she was an idiot by this point. “I-if it’s really all right,” she said, but it seemed to be. He wasn’t the kind of person who said he would do something only to change his mind all of a sudden, anyway.

They managed to find seats without any difficulty, though they filled up in the few minutes after. “Thank you, Eien,” she said, smiling brightly despite herself. “I’ve been looking forward to this for a while, actually
 though I was serious when I said we can leave if it’s bad.” She scrunched her nose slightly. She really didn’t like it when people ruined a perfectly good play with poor acting or something. Not that she minded novices; everyone had to start somewhere. It was more like
 when you could tell that the actors just didn’t care about the material, and had made no effort to learn about it—it felt like a disrespect for the literature, and Reiko had a lot of respect for literature, being rather a bookworm herself.

Eien tilted his head slightly before waiting for Reiko to take his arm. Once she did, he began walking at a steady pace, one that wasn't too quick nor slow. Just steady. His eyes glanced over the crowd every now and then, watching as eyes would flicker to him and then towards Reiko, and then back to him. He sighed softly through his nose. There were times where he seriously wandered how his father had dealt with such things. It was annoying to be regarded as something...like meat. Though if he recalled correctly, his father had actually indulged himself with these types of things, before he met Shizuka. He was brought from his thoughts by Reiko, and the arrival at the theater.

"There is no need to thank me, Reiko. Hikari can take care of herself, and I'd rather not be dragged into whatever it is she and your sister might conjur should their paths cross. Besides," he spoke, glancing down at Reiko as they stopped walking. "Is there something wrong with wanting to enjoy my time with my cousin?" he questioned, raising a slight brow in the process. He shook his head softly as he returned his attention back towards the stage, a frown etching upon his face as he watched the students set up the stage. They could leave if it was bad, but she was looking forward to this play for a while now.

"If the play is not to your liking, then we will leave. I do not mind either way," and he didn't. This was a once a year festival, one that he was quite well accustomed to by now, and he honestly didn't mind it as much as he might have portrayed himself. It was quite the opposite really. It always amused him, to a certain degree, to see what his cousin and his other family members could pull off. Well, there was also this plus side to it.

“No, of course not,” Reiko answered quickly, waving her free hand in front of her face to banish the thought. No, there was nothing wrong with enjoying his time with her
 though honestly, she was probably enjoying it a little too much. She had built something of a resistance to this over the years, and not longer did she have to worry about her heart beating uncontrollably or her face turning red or stammering in his presence
 at least not usually. Then again, she did things like stutter with some regularity, if not as often as Farah, the poor thing. She had Reiko’s problem without her coping mechanisms, and it was painfully obvious. Truthfully, Kiko was as much of a wreck inwardly right now as Farah was outwardly when around Trevor, so there was that.

She really did enjoy the theater though, and so when the play started, she devoted her attention to it, or rather she tried. The first actor botched his lines, and all of the acting was
 well, she wasn’t sure there was a polite way to say it. Still, she tried her best to enjoy it, but half an hour in, after the seventh missed cue, she sighed and shook her head. This was really pretty hopeless. Reaching over, she tapped Eien’s arm with her first two fingers, making a face and then tilting her head towards the aisle, asking without words if he wanted to leave. She was certainly inclined to. It was pretty physically painful to watch one of her favorites being butchered, honestly.

Eien wasn't much for facial expressions. In fact, his face often seemed to remain pressed into a fine line, a new meaning to stoicism being defined by it really, however; the play had truly pulled at his facial strings. His lips pursed into a fine line before they tilted downwards, the frown growing more prominent with each missed cue, missed line, and atrocious acting. Was this what the drama club was reduced to? He shook his head faintly, only briefly turning to face Reiko when she tapped his arm. He blinked slowly at her before inclining his head.

"Is there any other place you wish to go?" he questioned. The play had proven to be a disappointment, and he still had tickets left if she was so inclined to go play more games. Though he was certain she wouldn't, she wasn't like his other family members that way. Or perhaps she was, and it was something he had failed to notice. He didn't give it much thought as he waited for her reply.

Kiko gave the matter some thought; she honestly didn’t know. If she played the games, it would probably end in disaster, but she wasn’t entirely sure what else she should do. Sometimes, it was difficult to figure out what to do with someone who very rarely expressed an opinion about anything. She knew he had them, somewhere in there, but he was very difficult to read, even to someone like her, who was accomplished at picking up on the smallest facial or body-language cues. Taking a deep breath, she expelled it through her nose, shaking her head a little.

“I suppose it would be no use at all asking what you want to do, would it, Eien?” She smoothed her face out into her best impression of him, pursing her lips into a thin line and letting her eyes take on a neutral sort of look, narrowing them a little so that they were more like his and less like her too-big, too-round ones. “It is of no consequence to me what we do, Reiko,” she said as flatly as she could manage, but she couldn’t hold the impression any longer than that, and burst into a fit of giggles, which was rather unfortunate, really, because of course her vision was hampered by this, and what should happen a moment later but that she tripped on what was presumably the tent-pole of something or another being set up, and with a small ‘meep’ of surprise, headed face-first for the ground. She really was that unlucky, wasn’t she?

Eien rose a brow at his cousin, watching her with curious eyes as she spoke. His brow ascended further when she tried to imitate him. He would have found it rather amusing, however; she burst into a fit of giggles, her eyes closing, and taking a few steps back. He sighed, shaking his head in the process. She was correct though in that thought. It would be useless to ask where he wanted to go, because in all honesty, he wanted to leave already. The people here were already annoying him to a certain degree, but he had enough self-respect to not do anything about it. His other family members, however, wouldn't be so inclined. Even now, he was certain they were causing mayhem.

He opened his eyes in time to see his cousin trip, and without much thought, moved swiftly, encircling his left arm around her torso and pulling her back up to him. She would have been pulled closely to his chest at the motion, and he stared a head as if staring at a foreign object. "Are you alright, Reiko?" he stated, finally lowering his gaze to meet hers.

Rather than smashing her nose into the ground as she had expected to do, she felt something firm grip her around the waist, and she was pulled back against something solid, but warm. Blinking, she realized that she was in fact braced against Eien’s chest, and that it was his arm around her waist, and her heart gave a familiar little lurch and stutter before picking up its pace. She suddenly felt as though she’d just run for days. Coughing slightly rather than laugh nervously, she stepped out of his grip, because while she very well wanted to stay there, that would look strange. By the time she answered the question, there was hardly anything out of the ordinary about her demeanor at all, and even that little could probably be attributed to her near-disaster.

Placing a hand behind her head, she smiled sheepishly, an expression curiously reminiscent of her father. She was honestly just glad she hadn’t fainted right there—it had been a near thing. “Oh, me? Yes, I’m fine! Nothing to worry about—you could have let me fall, you know. I do this sort of thing all the time, really.” Of course, he’d known that already. “Thank you, though. I might have broken my nose, and that would have been a bit messy!” Not to mention a bit uncomfortable for some of the other vampires in the area. Kiko’s blood shared a lot of properties with Ichirou’s, her many-times great-grandfather, and as such, it was somewhat difficult to ignore, especially when spilled.

She pursed her lips in thought, though, and when a loud crash sounded from somewhere in the distance, she sighed. Naya was probably at it again—that happened with alarming frequency. Or
 it would have alarmed her, were she not so used to it. Shaking her head, Kiko looked back up at her cousin. She wouldn’t deny that it was at once wonderful and terrible being alone with him, it wasn’t hard to tell that he took no joy from anything here. “Actually, if it’s all the same to you, Eien
” and they both knew it was, “I think I might go back to the library for a while. Festivals are nice, but I think this one’s about to come to an end
 Naya’s afoot.” She tried not to feel too disappointed—really, she expected nothing else to have come of this. She would just take it to have been a nice evening with her cousins and be satisfied with that. Reiko was more suited to lonely nights in the library, anyway; it was her comfort zone, and that was for a reason.

Eien furrowed his brows lightly at her comment. "Why would I let you fall? Others may have, but your safety is my concern, regardless of how it comes to be," he stated, his eyes narrowing in the slightest way. Why would he let her fall though? He was here, she was falling, the solution was clear. He caught her, and in doing so prevented her from breaking her nose. He sighed softly, watching as she stepped from his grasp, and bent down to pick up the stuffed animal he had dropped prior to keeping her from falling. Once the creature was situated in his hold, he turned towards her, about to speak when a loud sound caused him to turn towards the direction. He could smell Naya and his brother's friend, Tora, off in that direction.

"Naya," he spoke, shaking his head softly before turning back to Reiko. He regarded her a few seconds before blinking slowly and turning once more in the direction of the crash. "Your sister seems to have a way of causing things to crash and explode, I believe I will accompany you to the library. I do not wish to be around when they burn down the stages or set off an explosion," he spoke, extending his arm out for her to take. The library did have a nice ring to it right about now, excluding the sound of something else crashing echoing about.

It wasn’t an inaccurate assessment of what would probably happen, honestly. With a light sigh, Reiko managed a rueful smile and took the proffered arm. The library it was, then.

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Two months after the festival found Eien inside of the Library, a book in his hand as his eyes skimmed over it. He wasn't particularly focused on it, and instead, had allowed his mind to wander. He currently had the upcoming festival in his mind. Though it was still a few months away, somehow, he and his brother and sister's had somehow been dragged into being a part of it. He was not entirely happy about that. Though he did not know what exactly what it was that he would be particularly doing, he somehow knew it was not going to be pleasant. At all. He sighed, shifting in his spot just a bit to find that comfortable space and leaned on his elbow against the arm rest of his chair.

He closed the book in his hand, setting it down on the table to the side of him. It was not interesting to him, and he had no more desire to read it than he did to seek out another's company. Currently, he could sense his brother with Haru and Torahiko, and his sisters were together, doing something he couldn't quite make out. Naya, on the other hand, was with Trevor, or rather the latter was with her. That thought alone caused his lips to tilt just barely, but not enough to elicit an actual smile from him. As odd as his family was, they always managed to be together and destroying or creating something. Which in question left one missing.

His eyes glanced towards the door, and the sight of pale blue hair caught his attention. His stare was blank, uneasy to read, as he regarded his cousin. It was strange, when he thought about it, how she was only a few months older than him, but that did not stop him from regarding her as one of his younger siblings. She was, perhaps, the one who needed to be watched the most, if her clumsiness was anything, though he knew she could be quite capable when the moment came. Regardless, he raised a hand towards her, signaling her that he too was here, before picking up another book, his eyes scanning the page in the process. There had to be something interesting he could read.

Reiko had actually been enjoying a relatively accident-free day: she’d only managed to injure herself once, in the process of reaching for a glass on a high shelf. It had smacked her in the head on the way down, but it hadn’t even broken. So she’d had her supplements this morning without accidents, and that was rather impressive, at least as far as she was concerned. Ever the optimist, Kiko was hoping that it might manage to extend to the rest of the day, as well, and she’d made her way to the library—without tripping on anything!—whilst humming a cheerful tune, which of course she stopped doing as soon as she’d entered. It was rude to make too much noise in a library, after all, even though there was rarely anyone else in here, except for sometimes Eien, or even more occasionally, Tatsuhiko.

She could smell Eien right now, actually, though she was a bit surprised when she came within sight of him and he lifted a hand to indicate his presence. Reiko smiled and waved back—only for her hand to accidentally knock a nearby ladder used for shelving high things, unsteadying the whole lot. Eyes going wide, she made a small noise of surprise and managed to steady the ladder, but not the books that had been on top of it. Her hands still occupied by the wooden contraption, she shut her eyes against the inevitable damage.

“Oww
” she muttered softly when the books had settled at her feet, having, of course, pelted her on the way down. Shaking her head and sighing, she crouched to pick them up, surmounting the ladder with surprising grace when she had them all in-hand and replacing the stack a little more securely. Most of Reiko’s problems were not actually caused by clumsiness, but inattention. She spaced out so often or got so distracted by something that she stopped noticing what was actually going on around her, and was then unlucky enough to encounter basically every mishap she could think of. It was perhaps understandable, then, why her accidents seemed to increase in frequency in Eien’s company. He was about as distracting as people got, at least to her.

Setting a few disturbed hairs back into place as best she could, Kiko gabbed a few books—a strange mix of fairy stories and technical materials on computers and biophysics, and took a seat at the large table across from where Eien stood. “Nothing interesting?” she asked, tilting her head at his obvious lack of success finding anything.

Eien sighed the moment her hand hit the ladder, causing it to shake and start a tumble towards the floor before she managed to steady it. He watched, about to point out the books that were already taking a tumble from the top of the ladder, before the books finally fell, pelting Reiko on the way down and he shook his head. Really, the girl was as accident prone as Farah was to blushing. He could have moved, saved her from the inevitable fall of the books, but something had grounded him to his chair, and so he merely regarded his cousin when she sat next to him, his eyes studying her for a moment. She seemed okay, for the most part, so that was good. It had surprised him, really, that she was so sturdy and seemed to recover so easily. But he simply sighed and nodded his head.

"I am afraid not. There is not much these days that can hold my interest for very long. I am quite bored really," he spoke, the laziness laced in his voice as he spoke. He shifted his gaze to look at the books she had and noted with curiosity the ones she had chosen. "An interesting choice of reading material," he spoke, inclining his head as he referred to her books. "What is it, exactly, that you plan on doing once you leave this place, Reiko?" he found himself asking, a bit curious to know. She was, after all, reading books about biophysics and computers. He knew she was rather talented with said things, and perhaps, she was interested in becoming either a doctor of some sorts, or perhaps a mechanic.

It mattered very little to him, though, as he silently waited for her explanation. She was her own person, and she could do whatever it was she pleased. Though, there was a part of him, somewhere, that was slightly worried. Worried because she wasn't exactly the most graceful of creatures, and anything could happen to her. He was protective of his family, and if he had a say in it, he would keep his family together for as long as he could. He wanted each of them within sight, including the one he disliked the most: Ryoku.

Reiko nodded sympathetically. Though boredom was not often an affliction she suffered from, given how eventful her life tended to be, she could picture just how it worked for him. It wasn’t like Eien had to worry about frequent mishaps and disasters, and honestly, without those, her life might qualify as pretty boring too, though she’d like to think she could find ways to amuse herself. Still there was something about him
 like the kinds of silly little things that would amuse her in such circumstances would just annoy someone with as much dignity and distance as he had. It was a difference between them that she felt keenly. She could really picture him, one day, with a lady just as cool and elegant as he was. Kiko knew quite well that she didn’t qualify, and though it hurt, she wore a smile to disguise it.

A smile, she had found, was even more effective than betraying nothing at all.

The question, though, caught her off-guard. What did she want to do when she left Cross? She followed his glance to the books she had, and her smile inched wider. It was a bit silly, but the technical manuals were just things she read for fun. Reiko had always loved learning new things about the world, and how it all worked and fit together. She hadn’t thought much about what she would do after this, not since she was a very little girl. Shaking her head faintly, she picked up the collected book of fairytales. “I haven’t been asked that question since I was a little girl,” she confessed, a little bit sheepishly. “And back then, all I wanted to be was the princess in a fairy-story. It’s
 well, it’s ridiculous, I know, but
” she shrugged, placing the book back down gently.

“Would it be too strange to say that the only thing I really want to do after this is be happy? I don't know where that will come from or how I’ll find it, but
 as long as I’m happy, and my family is happy, that’s all I need.” There was a part of her that would always ache for a dream unfulfilled, but she knew well enough by now to expect that, and she was slowly learning to bulwark her heart against that eventual pain. The pain of him with someone who suited him as well as she imagined it. She didn’t need love to be happy—she was perfectly capable of finding that in other places. But she knew already, had known for a very long time, that she would love no one else as she loved him. She didn’t have it in her to do that.

“What about you, Eien?” she asked gently.

Happy? She wanted to be happy after she left the school? Had he been any other person, Eien might have laughed at such a silly notion, however; he did not. He was not any other person, and he had found it somewhat admirable, and brave for her to admit that. But then again, who didn't want to be happy? His parents were happy, that much he had known, growing up encased in that happiness, that love. It was, perhaps, any natural instinct to want to be happy. He allowed the barest of hints of his lips tilt up, just barely, but still not noticeable.

"I do not believe it to be strange, no," he spoke, addressing her first statement. "It is a dream as any other, and it is only natural that we would seek out happiness. We, after all, are not like most. We are not humans, and eternity is open to us and as with most things, our desires change. Just as you mentioned you wanted to be a princess when you were a child, and now you express your wish to be happy. One day, that too, will change, and you will want something more than just happiness," he spoke rather lengthily. He turned his attention away from her, just for a moment, when it was returned to her. At the question, he rose a brow.

"I have no use for anything in this world," he spoke almost as quickly as she had finished the sentence. "I plan on returning home after this charade is over with. I do not know why our parents insisted on us coming here, but I shall oblige them. One day, perhaps," he paused, his eyes narrowing just in the slightest, though not in discomfort. "I would like to travel away from this place, and explore the world and all it has to offer," he answered finally, though in reality, he wasn't sure exactly what he wanted to do.

“No use for anything in this world
” she repeated, and her tone was unreadable. She was still smiling, though, and she shook her head gently. It really was just like him, to say something like that. It broke her heart a little more to hear, but he didn’t know that and she’d never tell. Kiko would never want Eien to be anyone other than he really was, and she’d never want for him to start guarding his words for her sake. She loved him as he was, brutal truths and all. Perhaps especially those, because she was used to people treating her a little more
 gently than they would others, because of her nature or her frequent mishaps or whatever else they saw in her. He’d never done that, and it was one of the reasons she


“Traveling would be nice, I suppose,” she agreed with some enthusiasm. She relished in opportunities to learn, and not just from books. They had a fair few homes all over the world, and Reiko had seen a lot in a hundred years, but she did not believe that she was even close to having seen it all. With any luck, she never would—she would always be able to gaze upon things like a child did, with wonderment and awe and true appreciation. Even the little things. But she said none of this aloud; in fact, she said nothing more at all, setting aside the book of fairytales for the moment and cracking open the one on biophysics.

She wasn’t sure she could quite enjoy happily-ever-afters just now.

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It was midwinter by the time things really went to Hell, as Torahiko so elegantly put it. Tatsu and his brother were taking a circuitous walk of the grounds, talking business for once. Tora was of course bored out of his mind, but even he recognized that they were beholden to the Council, the bastards. Well, it didn’t matter much to him. All it meant was that he sometimes had to kill shit, or gather information, both of which he enjoyed anyway. Otherwise, they let him do pretty much whatever he wanted nowadays. His time was limited anyhow—he didn’t see the point in spending the life he had left fighting a leash he didn’t even notice most days.

He zoned back into the conversation just as Tatsu finished speaking, and had turned to glance up at his taller brother from the corner of his eye. Tora shrugged. “Whatever.” it was pretty decent as far as catch all replies went, but he’d apparently picked the wrong one for the situation, because Tatsu sighed.

“Do you ever listen when I speak, or is it simply an exercise in futility to even make the attempt?” Tora snorted slightly, shaking his head and disheveling his shaggy caramel hair even further.

“Wasn’t you talking, Tatsu. It was Councilman Walsh, and you know that as well as I do.” He crossed his arms over his chest, and watched his bother sigh again, this time a resigned one through his nose. It was funny—most people found his brother very inexpressive, like trying to read a blank wall, but Tora knew better. It was just that Tatsu said a lot with a little. Unlike him, who said a little with a lot, being very boisterous but rarely ever giving anything away for truth. They were opposites in just about every sense, but they knew each other better than anyone else ever had or would, probably. Tora at least knew for sure that nobody would ever know him as well as his brother did—there just wouldn’t be enough time. But maybe, one day, after he was gone, someone might know Tatsu better.

The thought didn’t sit well with him, actually, but it, and whatever Tatsuhiko was about to say in response, was cut off when both brothers went still at the same time. Tora did because he smelled something wrong, and Tatsu because he was just that attuned to his brother that he could tell that something had disturbed Tora’s superior nose. Within a few seconds, the Ghost could smell it just as well as the Huntsman, but neither knew what it was. It triggered something in them, though, like a long-suppressed combat instinct. They’d been rather at ease the moment before, but now each was coiled and tense as a taut bowstring ready to snap, something under their skin live and waking, like crackling electricity and roaring flame in their ears.

“Tora
?” his brother started, and the man grinned broadly. He’d never felt this kind of adrenaline rush before, but he didn't need to question it. His instinct, visceral and feral and raw, was demanding a fight, and he wasn’t one to deny his instinct, not in any facet of his life.

“Oh, Hell yes,” he replied, and then the spring-loaded tension was released in both of them, and they were off with speed in excess of bullets for where they smelled the disturbance.

It was closer to campus than they’d expected, but that didn’t really bother Tora any. Each brother drew the blade at his waist, and they charged forward together for the nearest foe, a large, muscle-bound creature with strange green skin and yellowed tusks protruding from its lower jaw, curling up and around towards the sky. They might have been a foot long in total, and the creature was twice again the height of even Tora. It also wasn’t alone—there were at least five in the area, most of them very close by.

It was almost too good to be true. Tora continued his straight-on bull rush, even as Tatsu veered off to the side. While the brothers could fight in concert, there was currently nobody else here, and as such, Tatsu diverted to engage the nearest other foe, a red-skinned creature with black tusks that otherwise looked very much like this one. Tora’s own enemy surprised him by being quite quick, turning what would have been a fatal stab to the chest into a merely damaging one to the left lung. He pulled his blade out immediately, unsurprised when the wound began to close up almost immediately. This was going to be fun.


Hikari sighed, rolling her eyes as Ryoku smirked. He had challenged Eien to a staring contest, one the elder Minamoto had no desire of participating in, however; he was currently deadlocked with his younger brother. Ryoku had resorted to making faces at Eien, trying to get him to blink, however; he only succeeded in making himself blink, Eien's face still passive. Ryoku sighed in defeat and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head in the process. His brother really was no fun. Even as a child, Ryoku did everything he could to just get a peep out of Eien, but to of no avail.

"Really, E, you should learn to relax and loosen up," he spoke, his voice deadpan and neutral, mocking Eien's usual monotonous voice. Eien merely stared at Ryoku, taking a sip of his drink before turning his attention out the window. Something felt unsettling in his stomach, and he couldn't quite understand why. Ryoku rose a brow at the lack of response he received, and turned his attention towards Hikari, about to remark something to her when he noticed the look upon her face. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes narrowed, and he could see the chills crawling on her skin, the goosebumps forming before he turned back to Eien.

"Something is not right," were the only words Eien spoke before he stood, setting his cup down and walking calmly out of the door. Hikari was immediately up, following after Eien as Ryoku sighed. He couldn't smell anything, however; he would trust his brother's instincts. They were a lot sharper than his. It wasn't until the three of them hit the outside, that a foul stench entered their noses, and Ryoku and Hikari twisted their faces. Eien's remained neutral, his head snapped in the same direction the scents were coming from. He could smell Tatsuhiko and Torahiko in the nearby vicinity, probably also investigating, however; there was a scent of blood lingering in the air. They were currently engaged in battle with whatever was producing the foul odors.

Immediately, all three Minamoto's were off, applying their speed towards the nearest scent. The sight they were met with was rather...unexpected. There were two, rather large, and oddly shaped, creatures standing oddly towards the side. They had never seen such things before, and for a moment, all three stood, gauging their foes as the oni turned to face them. Hikari's face morphed into one of disgust as she noticed the large tusks protruding from their mouths. "What are they?" she questioned, a growl emanating from her throat. Eien side glanced his sister as Ryoku shrugged his shoulders.

"Whatever they are, they sure are ugly," Ryoku spoke, a grin forming on his lips. The larger of the two oni, growled towards the three, turning so that it was fully facing them. The other one, the one with the darker shade of skin, remained with its back towards them, seemingly occupied with something else. "Oh? Did I hurt your feelings?" he continued to mock the creature, earning a low growl from the oni. He smirked, allowing it to pull at his lips before it turned into a grin. It's been a while since he last had a good fight, and judging by the creatures size, he'd be in for one hell of a fight.

"Ryoku," Eien spoke, his voice, for once, dangerous and low. Ryoku rose a brow at his brother. "You do not know what these creatures are. Do not go picking a fight without determining exactly what your opponent is capable of," he spoke, standing still as he glanced at the oni with its back still facing towards them. Ryoku gave a careless shrug of his shoulders. Why should he be careful? Even if they did not know what the creatures were, there were three members of the Minamoto family present. They would be more than enough.

"Don't get cocky, Ryo," Hikari spoke, however; the moment she did, the oni attacked. Ryoku ran to intercept it, ducking as its claws swiped at him. Eien sighed, his eyes never leaving the other oni. Something seemed off about it, however; he did not move to help his brother or sister with their opponent. They could handle themselves. He noted a slight muscle movement in the oni, watching as it slowly stood and turned to face him. The two stared at each other, almost as if they were waging a silent war within. Without much more thought, Eien was immediately engaged with his silent oni.


There was one oni currently not engaged with any opponent, the creature seemingly staring off into space, however, it was brought back ot the battlefield by a sound. Specifically, laughter. Bright, bubbly, maniacal laughter, to be certain. No one ever really quite understood just why Naya enjoyed fighting so much, but if you knew her mother, it made a bit more sense.

The blue-haired Akarui female could be seen racing across the battlefield, sword in hand and a maniacal gleam in her eye, her little brother right with her. Trevor, on the other hand, kept his distance; he was not one for much close-range fighting, he could cover them -all of them- from a distance. Naya may not have been overly strong, but she was quick, and she dodged a swipe from the oni's large hand, and landed lightly on his shoulder, impaling his eye with her blade. She frowned then for a second; even pushing through his eye was difficult, the oni was incredibly resiliant. She had to let go of her blade and jump backwards, she would have been caught if she hadn't. Haru, on the other hand, was standing back a ways, attacking with his shadows.

For the most part, he was using them as distractions, using his eye to speed up the process of the creature's wounds his sister inflicted. The oni grasped at the stick in his eye; it was an incredible annoyance, and he wanted it out. Naya was grinning madly as she landed next to her brother, whose face was a bit more passive. "Cool it, Nana...you're going to get yourself killed." he cautioned, whereas his sister merely grinned.


Torahiko, like his brother, was a being engineered by the best scientists in the world for exactly one purpose: to kill. Unlike Tatsu, he had never really minded this. But even for him, this was a surprising challenge. He was strong enough to deal substantial wounds to the creature, but its healing factor was simply insane—he’d sliced an arm clean off a few moments ago, and the stump was already sealing over, the limb showing signs of regrowing. In another thirty seconds or so, it would have a brand new arm. Tora’s eyes narrowed—this wasn’t anything he was used to hunting. It was far and away superior to a Hunter werewolf, and he was willing to bet even most vampires would have serious trouble doing any lasting damage to it.

Fortunately for Tora, he was neither of these things, and the prospect of a challenge only made him that much happier. He was aware of others arriving and dispersing, and in fact recognized all of the scents, but he was far too busy with what he was doing to much care. The only other person on the field he bothered to keep much track of was Tatsuhiko, and that was actually impossible, given his brother’s abilities. So Tora narrowed his world until all that was in it was him and the large creature he fought, his lips pulling back from his teeth in a feral smile that was as much a snarl as anything. The deep green of his eyes flashed gold for just a moment before the color settled and he leaped away from a hit, just missing becoming a part of a massive crater in the ground created by the impact of the thing’s fist.

Darting in, Tora took advantage of the still-missing limb to slide in under the creature’s guard, laying a hand on its side and moving away as the psychometric readings bombarded him with information. He was used to sorting through information like this on the fly, and though it was too much focus to attack and sift at the same time, he could defend, and when next the massive fist came at him, he blocked it with one of his own hands, the pressure of the hit sinking his feet several inches into the ground. “Oh good,” he drawled lazily, sounding somehow like a large cat even now. “I was getting so bored. You just might entertain me for a while
”

A particular tidbit of information crossed his mind, and the smile almost fell off his face for a moment. The Council had sent these things? He saw their purpose and snorted. Well, he didn’t care. They hadn’t told him they were doing this, so as far as he was concerned, he’d never discovered the plan and still got to kill it. He’d just
 not tell Tatsu until the fight was over and the oni, which was apparently what these things were called, was dead. He could still feel that curiously-charged adrenaline under his skin, different from the kind a normal fight gave him, like an instinct tugging at the back of his mind that had never been triggered before. It wasn’t like it really mattered—he would have killed the creature either way. But the fact that some buried visceral response was urging him to do so was interesting, if not quite yet. He’d think about it later.

Darting in much faster than someone of his size had any right to move, he flayed several massive gashes in the creature’s chest, satisfied when they healed somewhat slower than the first ones he’d dealt. It would appear that this would come down to a question of endurance.

And nobody beat Tora at endurance.

Tatsuhiko’s battle looked much different from his brother’s. While Tora was well-known for being the aggressor in a fight, Tatsu was not currently displaying the same tendency. Actually, he wasn’t attacking at all, simply moving and flowing around the attacks leveled against him with unmatched speed and precision. These were the traits that had been trained into him for a hundred years, after all, and they were his primary strengths in such situations as these, perhaps. Without the benefit of psychometry to impart what he needed to know, Tatsu had to make a study of the creature, to memorize everything about it that he could, his considerable intellect and capacity for such recall working quickly to calculate what it was about to do, aided by his perfect precognition for a few seconds. He was effectively untouchable, but that was not the same as being the victor, not yet.

He seemed to flicker and disappear from view, and indeed, even his smell vanished from the field, as though he’d never been there at all. The hit that had been aimed for him passed right through the spot where he’d been standing, but Tatsu was already behind the creature, watching as it raised its head and sniffed at the air, trying to find where he had gone when its eyes and ears revealed nothing to it. His would not be a battle of endurance—rather, he would operate as he always had: strike first, strike fast, strike last. All he needed to do was find the right opening


Reiko Akarui had actually been off-campus when the oni first appeared, and as such, it had taken considerably longer for the scent of them to make it to where she was in the town. Even when it did, it was quite faint, and she almost thought she must have imagined it. But it triggered something, a memory not her own, and she gasped sharply, dropping the books she was holding and doubling over, hugging herself around the abdomen as though struggling to keep her flesh together at the seams. And she felt like she had seams, now, and that she was about to burst at them. Her blood was on fire, burning at such a fever pitch it was almost painful to bear. And for someone with as high a tolerance as her, that was really saying something.

She didn’t know what it meant, but she knew she’d find out if she tracked that scent. And so she fled towards it, walking swiftly for just long enough to make it past all the humans in the area before breaking into a run. The burning in her bloodstream pushed her faster than she’d ever had reason to go, until she was nearly flying over the ground, the landscape blurring by around her. She pulled to an abrupt halt when she smelled her family members near odors similar to the first one, and hesitated.

That hesitation was enough, and the owner of the original smell was able to get a hit in on her. Faster than its kin, it was also more subtle, and its yellowed claws raked against her back, tearing easily through the fabric of the handmade dress she wore and leaving her flesh sliced to ribbons. A startled cry escaped her, and the smell of her blood hit the air in a sudden gush. The wounds started healing right away—one of the benefits of having a factor as strong as hers. She whirled to face the creature, barehanded and bereft of anything even resembling a weapon, because she hadn’t been about to bring one into town.

There was a burning, hissing sound, and the creature, onyx-skinned and easily twenty feet tall, resolved into full view from the shadow-form it had occupied only a moment before. The places where her blood contacted its hands seemed to be afflicted as though by acid. Reiko didn’t understand it, but she filed away the piece of information for later use. For now, though
. She just needed to figure out how to stay alive. Kiko saw another swing incoming, and sprang back onto her hands, propelling herself out of the way with a flip. Her focus was intent, and none of her usual clumsiness remained to her. Her eyes narrowed, and she listened for the sound of its heartbeat, something she could just make out, loud against its ribcage but relatively muted compared to the other sounds of battle. That simple knowledge was all she needed, though, and she focused in on the blood she could feel rushing through its veins.

The creature was simply too large and strong to control fully, but she was able to slow it down considerably, and its movements became jerky as it had to fight her control at every step. Okay, so
 it probably couldn’t hurt her much for now, but her control wouldn’t last forever, and she still had no real way to damage it, apparently aside from bleeding all over it. So
 what now?

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Hikari snarled through her teeth as the oni's claws raked against her forearm, her teeth gleaming beneath the light. These creatures were a little difficult to handle, and even with Ryoku's help, they had not managed to even injure the creature. Eien was faring no better. He had switched to dodging the blows the oni was dealing him, trying to keep its claws from marring him as it had his sister. He could smell her blood, however; he could not afford to take his eyes off of his own opponent. It wasn't life threatening, so she would be fine. The two dealt blows to each other, Eien sporting cracked ribs and an broken arm, but they healed almost instantaneously. A benefit of having mixed blood, perhaps.

Ryoku was faring no better either. He had managed to gain the oni's attention from his sister, however; it cost him a dislocated shoulder, and a large gash across his chest. Hikari had jumped upon the creatures back, digging her claws into it as she held on, trying to keep her balance upon the creature, but she was ripped off, tossed against a tree, and she felt a rib crack. She hissed, pressing her digits to the wound as she rolled away, avoiding the oni's large foot as it came crashing down. Ryoku snarled, the air going a bit colder than usual. He could feel the ice slowly forming into his hand, taking on the form of a dagger before he charged, digging the blade deep within the oni's back.

Eien jumped to the side, barely missing the oni's claws, however; they did manage to rake his shirt, creating large tears down the middle. His eyes narrowed slightly, tilting his head back, narrowly missing the oni's fist as he felt the air graze his nose. This battle was not boding well for them. These creatures did not seem to have an immediate weakness which frustrated Eien. He summoned the purple flames to his hand, molding it until it was but a fine blade and sliced it towards the oni, watching as one of its fingers was severed, and it howled in pain. He watched, an eyebrow raised, as the oni's flesh bubbled. He glanced at the flame in his hand and back towards the oni. Perhaps this could be of more use than he thought.


Haru and Naya were faring little better, if not worse over-all. Naya was now sporting several blunt wounds, showing off many bruises as they slowly healed; she was a pureblood, but she didn't quite have the healing factor her sister did. Haru was a bit worse off, though. Haru's healing factor always suffered a bit, if only because of the fact that he usually ran low on blood supply. Not being able to consume blood tablets did tend to do that to a person. He'd managed to avoid getting hit too much to not have that problem, however; the oni was a bit smarter than it looked, and went after his sister instead, and predictably, Haru made to help her.

Which in the end only managed to get him pinned under the oni's other hand. He felt his ribcage all but shatter, and he heard his sister scream his name. Just in time he faded into shadow, putting distance between himself and the creature, struggling to breathe as he felt his bones mend. It would be a slow process, and until it was done, he was little more than a sitting duck.

Naya's eyes narrowed at the creature, the air around her crackling as the electricity lit up the air around her. She was beyond pissed. Nothing, nothing hurt her brother and got away with it, especially not something this damned ugly. She snarled, her fangs gleaming as she charged, Trevor swearing under his breath as he watched, taking aim and firing. He wasn't able to wound the oni, but he could hopefully keep it distracted. He grimaced as Naya tore the creature's ear off, watching as it began to regrow. Naya could tear him limb from limb, it would do her little good.


As it turned out, decades of experience killing things was rather useful when trying to kill new things. The creature that had been attempting to locate Tatsuhiko suddenly found itself with the blade of a very sharp sword in its skull, buried to the hilt and erupting out its brow. Withdrawing the blade, the half-vampire used his perch on the oni’s shoulders to adjust his position and slash again, this time taking off the entire top half of its head with the precise strength of the blow. Blood welled and spurted from the wound, but Tatsuhiko jumped clear of the collapsing creature long before any of it could hit him. It may have taken some study, but the results could not be argued with—the first of the oni was down.

Across the field, Tora was in fact engaged deeply in a contest of endurance with his, the two battering away on each other with the force of thunder and lightning. Tora’s ribs were cracked and healing, but the worst thing was the cough that wracked him, pulling up blood from his lungs and spattering it onto the ground. It would seem his condition was attempting to get him to slow down. Fuck if he was going to let it.

Despite the ribbons of blood the flowed freely over his lips and down his chin, the Fujiwara’s tiger kept at it, hammering away at the oni, whose healing factor was getting more and more sluggish at it took repeated devastating slices to vital areas. Stripes of red-black blood flew from the curved blade of his katana, joining what he’d donated towards dyeing the ground with the life-essence of the dying.

Really, it was just a matter of who was dying sooner.

And it wasn’t going to be him. With a charge, Tora leapt, torquing his body in midair and hitting not with his sword, but his foot, delivering a solid roundhouse kick to the oni’s temple and dropping it like a very large sack of stones. Once it was down, the coup de grace was a relatively simple matter; he simply drove his blade down into the creature’s heart, ripping brutally sideways with the weapon and tearing the organ in half.

“Regrow that, motherfucker,” he snarled gleefully.

He finished just in time for Tatsu to appear at his side, or perhaps his brother had been there for some time already—it was really impossible to tell with him. He gave his brother a bloody, feral grin, but as always, Tatsu did not smile back. In fact, he simply raised an eyebrow and jerked his head to the side, where Tora could just make out Naya’s twin—Rei, he was pretty sure her name was—ducking out of the way of a hit from an even larger oni, this one the color of a night-dark sky. The grin only widened, and Tora nodded.

The great thing about fighting alongside his brother was that there was never any need to discuss strategy. They worked in absolutely perfect synchronization, as though they’d lived their entire lives inside one another’s minds. It was not so far from the truth. This was the one bond in the world that Torahiko held sacred above all other things, and he knew that Tatsuhiko was much the same. When he could trust no one else, he could trust his brother. When he could be loyal to no one else, he could be loyal to Tatsu. And he’d never have to worry about being burned for it.

The girl was doing something that was keeping it slow and pinned, making their job considerably easier. Both sheathed their swords as they ran, putting a bit of distance between themselves to accommodate the changes in their physiology. Tora descended to all fours, a massive golden tiger, and rushed low, latching onto one of the creature’s hamstrings. He would have pulled it to the ground, save that the massive, indigo-scaled dragon went high, impaling its shoulders with night-dark claws. Tatsuhiko had dropped his blade right next to Reiko, murmuring a quick instruction on his way past which she now took, taking up the blade in both hands. She wasn’t the best with swords, so as an extra precaution, she let some of her own blood down the thing, lunging forward to where the oni was stretched taut between the brothers, using all the force she had to thrust the sword into the creature’s exposed throat. With a wet gurgle, it expired.


Ryoku growled as he sported a fresh wound down his backside. This was getting ridiculous. They were being defeated, and it was something he did not like. For one, he hated losing, and for two, he still had no clue as to what this creature was. It was one thing to know an opponent, but another thing when it was something entirely new. The only supernatural creatures in the world were vampires, however; his mother and father's existence had tipped that a long time ago, and brought forth him and his two siblings. He glanced at Hikari, who was still latched onto, keeping her claws dug deeply in the oni's back.

"Ryoku," she stated, no other words needed as he nodded. In the blink of an eye, two, very large, wolves stood; one black as midnight, the other white as snow. Hikari was the first to charge, her speed amplified slightly as she managed to grab hold of the oni's arm, her teeth sinking into it's flesh as she twisted her body, locking her jaw in place. Ryoku was the next to attack, his jaws latching onto the juncture where neck met shoulder. He pulled slightly, tearing of a chunk of flesh while Hikari managed to follow with another jugular attack, ripping the creatures throat out. Once it collapsed to the floor, Ryoku descended upon its back, his fist pushing as hard as it could and found the creatures heart, crushing it beneath his paws as Hikari was already off to the other oni.

Eien dodged his oni's attacks, his flame sword still in hand as he aimed precision slices to the creature. His flames were slowing down the oni's regeneration ability, however; it still healed. Though it was slow, he was using it to his advantage. The creature was wearing thin, growing tired as Eien drew out the battle, reserving every ounce of strength and stamina he could. It wasn't until his sister came into view that Eien made his move. The moment the oni's eyes were off of him, and focused on Hikari, he made his move. Hikari had managed to latch onto the oni's arm, twisting her body around and pulled, ripping the oni's arm out of its socket as it cried out in pain, unaware of Eien, who plunged his fire encased fist through its chest.

As the other one before it, it fell. "Is everyone alright?" he questioned, his eyes glancing over towards where the others were. Ryoku had shifted back, covering his form back with partial pieces of shredded clothing. Hikari, however, opted to remain as she was, as a beast. If she were to change back, she would be exposed, and she had no desire to reveal herself as such. She huffed, sitting on her hind legs as she glanced towards Naya, Haru, Reiko, and finally the two Fujiwara brothers.

"For the most part, it seems," she spoke, her eyes narrowing in the process.


Luckily, Naya was a bit smarter than most gave her credit for; while she certainly preferred simply tearing her opponent apart, sometimes it took a little more than that; like right now. She'd long given up on her sword, but she gathered the electricity from the air around her, the energy making a high-pitched chirping sound, like a thousand birds.

"Trevor."

The Edyta sighed. Well, it wasn't like anything else was working. He flickered from view, reappearing next to niece, and he picked her up. "We got one shot at this. You ready?" She nodded, the electricity thrumming through her as she condensced it. It was then that Trevor threw her, both his own strength and her power increasing her speed, and she tore through the oni's chest, taking out its heart in the process. It left her rather coated in blood, but she cared little.

Her only priority was Haru. She ran to her brother's side, who grinned up at her. She sighed in relief, and then slugged him. "Idiot! I was worried about you."

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Eien sat, his back against the tree as the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the open woods. He glanced up occasionally from his book, flipping the page when he was done and kept a passive facade. His sister and brother were sparring, however; he wouldn't necessarily call it sparring when Hikari was breaking every bone in her body and Ryoku's body. Though that was irrelevant. Their healing factor shifted the broken pieces back into place as quickly as they broke them. He sighed, flipping another page to his book without reading it. He could hear some of the words being exchanged between the two of them, and he could hear the irritation behind Hikari's voice when she spoke.

"Shut up, Ryo!" she shouted, throwing a fist in his face as he caught it, twisted it behind her back and kicked her away. He merely grinned, laughing manically as he did so. Hikari growled out through her teeth, pushing herself back from the tree she had collided with. She dusted the leaves that had fallen on her, off, and glared at her older brother, watching as he clutched his sides and continued to laugh. "Dumbass, it's not funny!" she shouted, clenching her fists together. Ryoku rose an amused eyebrow and allowed his smirk to grow into an almost feral grin. Hikari's eyes narrowed dangerously thin at her brother, her violet eyes flashing a temporary amber.

"Oh? Did I upset you, Kari-chan?" he mulled out, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. "Or is it that you're jealous? Oh, do tell me you're jealous. It'd make for an interesting topic with Haru-chan," he stated, tapping his chin in a thoughtful manner before side stepping, barely avoiding the fist aimed for his jaw. He twisted his body, laughing still as Hikari merely growled at him, her hair taking to a shade of black. Ryoku raised a brow, Eien glancing up from his book momentarily to shake his head. "Oh? Have I upset my dear sister? Or does she simply wish to let the beast play?" he teased, his own hair turning white.

"Ryoku," Eien spoke, placing the book to his side as he regarded his younger siblings. "Do not provoke her. You know what happened last time," he spoke, his voice flat with a stare to match. Ryoku merely grinned at his brother, flashing a hint of a fang through his lips. "I am warning you Ryoku," he spoke, his aura flaring just slightly. Ryoku's grin merely turned wider, stepping so that he was facing his. Eien's eyes narrowed slightly as he shifted into a challenging stance, keeping his eyes glued to Ryoku as the two stared each other down. Perhaps it wasn't the wisest thing to do, openly challenge his elder brother in such a way, but Ryoku wasn't exactly the brightest of the three Minamotos, and it was a well known fact that he tried, on multiple occasions, to upset his brother.

The last time he upset Hikari, the both of them nearly destroyed the Minamoto home. If it had not been for the intervention of Eien and their mother, Ryoku was fairly certain his father would have beaten him within an inch of his life, or probably killed him; he wouldn't put it past his father. He loved his parents, he really did, but his father terrified him more than anything. And that was saying something considering who his mother was. Just the thought alone was enough to send a chill down his spine, however; he kept his gaze steady with Eien's. The slight quirk of Eien's lips sent Ryoku's brow rising. Eien was smirking, why was he smirking? Oh.

"You shouldn't take your eyes off your first opponent," Hikari chided, her foot connecting with the back of Ryoku's head. He fell forward, flying a few feet before landing face first in the dirt, Hikari smiling triumphantly. He twisted his neck, face still laying on the floor, as he regarded his sister. "It was one of the first rules mom and dad taught us," she continued, the smile toning down to a smirk. It, however, was soon replaced by a scowl as Ryoku merely grinned widely. She really did hate when he did that. "Don't you even dare," she warned, watching the glimmer behind Ryoku's eyes. She knew that glimmer, and her lips pulled back. She took a step back, Ryoku picking himself up from the floor and removing the dirt from his clothes.

"Don't I dare what, dear sister?" he spoke, taking a step forward. "Don't worry, it won't hurt...much. In fact, it might be enjoyable, well, for me at least," he continued, teasing laced in his voice as he raised his hands up. Hikari growled at him beneath her breath, eliciting a dark chuckle from Ryoku before she turned on her heel. Without much of another word, she ran, leaving Ryoku to laugh as he watched her disappear. Eien sighed, picking up his book and dusted it free of the cherry blossoms that had fallen to cover it. He glanced at his younger siblings, shaking his head before turning his heel and walking back towards the academy.

"They should have stopped at one."