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Farah Tasogare

"If I can be kind in a world that isn't, I think...I can at least help change it just a bit."

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

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Joyful; Twilight; Source - Roughly translates to "Source of Joy in Twilight"
⌈I do not know how much joy I can bring, but I shall try my hardest!⌋




♠Theme

Thousand Foot Krutch || So Far Gone
Fly Leaf || Amy Says
Lovers & Liars || Holding on to Nothing
Gemini Syndrome || Basement




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⌈There are many things I wish I could be, but I know I shouldn't be thinking of such things. I should be grateful that I am even alive today, and I am. Though, I do wonder what it would be like to be...normal.⌋




⌈Nickname⌋
Far [ Pronounced like Fair ]

⌈Age⌋
22

⌈Gender⌋
Female

⌈Race⌋
Werewolf

⌈Role:⌋
Human-Werewolf Hybrid; Adoptive Daughter of Shizuka and Hikaru; Adoptive sister to Hikari, Ryoku, and Eien.

⌈Face Claim:⌋
Lisanna Strauss | Fairy Tale




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⌈I appear as I am. I cannot change that, and I wouldn't. But that doesn't mean I have to like myself either any less than what I already do.⌋




⌈Hair Color⌋
White

⌈Eye Color⌋
Deep Blue

⌈Skin Tone⌋
Ivory; Porcelain

⌈Height⌋
5'3

⌈Weight⌋
115

⌈Physical Description⌋
Born with a tuft full of snow white locks, Farah sports hair the color of an icy tundra. There are hints of blue streaking through, giving it a rather glossy appearance perhaps close to the clear, crystal shade of icebergs. There are times where her hair will take on more of the bluish tint, giving it a periwinkle appearance. It is rather wispy in appearance, though it is far from being thin. The only reason it appears so is because of the length she keeps it. She never lets it grow past her shoulder blades, and as of now, is currently keeping it a short, bob-like style. It only falls to the nape of her neck with a few layers framing her face. The shortest strand falls to the tip of her ears with her bangs falling to the bridge of her nose. There is a few strands of hair on the left side of her face that are slightly longer in appearance than the others. This is intentional as she is usually the one cutting her own hair, with the occasional help from her sister.

Her eyes are a rather peculiar shade of blue. If one had to say a specific word for it, they would describe her eyes as an almost electric blue. There are times when her eyes will take on a faded look, giving a rather dulled out gray color in the wake. This is usually only bright on when she is lost in thought or something is troubling her. Otherwise, her eyes are bright and vibrant, always warm and inviting. This highlights the child-like features of her face, her innocence, as Ryoku once stated, and often gives the false appearance of someone safe, someone harmless. This is not true, for underneath all of that lies a beast waiting to come out and devour. It is shown through the occasional flicker of amber that will pass through her eyes. They are, however, large and innocent for the most part, accented by thin, rounded eyebrows.

Her skin is like most, blemish free, smooth, and pale in appearance. Perhaps a bit too pale for one's standards, however; there is a bit of rose color to her cheeks, giving a rather doll-like appearance. Her skin, if needing to be classified, could be related to that of porcelain. For the most part, she stands rather short, only reaching about three inches over five feet, which at times gives her a bit of an advantage. She's a bit quicker and a bit more nimble than most of her family members who are a bit taller than her. She is shaped rather much like a child, with a few curves to here and there to accentuate that she is definitely not a child, though she isn't as voluptuous as her sister. This is something Farah is rather grateful for as she doesn't think she could handle all the attention a body like brings, and wonders how her sister deals with it most of the time.




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⌈I don't believe love is for everyone. Though I may desire it, I know it is something I can never have. And I am perfectly fine with that...I...I think.⌋




⌈Potential Interest⌋
Trevor Edyta: Farah has harbored a deep crush on Trevor since the first day she met him. Being raised in the Minamoto family, at their estate in Russia, Farah was exposed to the pure-blood and for some reason, was simply drawn to him. No one knows of this crush, except for her sister, Hikari. She told her not too long ago and has since tried to keep her feelings under wraps. It doesn't help much for her that she blushes profusely when he is around, and she has tried once to hide behind Hikari when he entered the room once. Needless to say, the girl is a mess around him and he has no idea why.

⌈Skills
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    ★ Cooking || Growing up with Hikari and Shizuka, it was hard for Farah to not pick up the skill of cooking. Because her family could digest both solid foods and blood (mainly Hikari and her siblings), Farah learned to help with the cooking. Though they were not a large family, their appetites were surely something to be reckoned with, especially Shizuka's. So, with three women cooking, it became fairly easier and quicker to prepare meals.
    ★ Combat || Farah doesn't like combat, she doesn't like violence. This, however, doesn't mean that she is not capable of handling herself. She is quite skilled in the art of combat, having trained with Hikari and the others while growing up in the Minamoto household. She is proficient in both hand-to-hand combat and utilizing weapons should she need to, including herself, however; she tries to stay as far away from the battlefield as she possibly can.
    ★ Green Thumb || Because of her oddities, and her shyness, Farah took to planting things, growing things and creating life. And she learned she was good at it. With the help of Mama Reiko, and occasionally Trevor (at the cost of her embarrassment), Farah became a decent gardener. Most of the estate is littered with flowers she grew herself and with the aid of her grandmother and Trevor. She'll never admit it, but she enjoys spending time with Trevor this way. There is no talking between them that is needed.

⌈Abilities⌋
    ✠ Transformation || Like her siblings, Farah has the ability to shift into her wolf form. Unlike the Minamoto's however, who sport white fur (or in Hikari's case black), she inherited the form of all hunter-wolves. Her fur color is predominately brown. She also has a more wolf-esque appearance than humanoid like the Minamoto's do, and unlike the Minamoto's, she is relatively small in wolf-form when compared to them.




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⌈There are some things I do not wish for people to know; secrets that I want to keep locked away deep inside. But I know that that is impossible. Secrets are eventually discovered because we secretly crave someone who cares enough to ask about them.⌋




⌈Other:⌋
  • Unlike Shizuka and her offspring, all of the hunter werewolves did not inherit the nullification ability. As a result, Farah is susceptible to vampire abilities and is quite weak against them. She is also subjective to a vampire's subjugation techniques because of the vampiric blood that courses through all hunters. In a sense, she is much like Hikari and her siblings, however; because she wasn't born as they were, from the union of a pure-blooded werewolf and a hybrid, she is nothing like them. Also, unlike the Minamoto's, all hunter-wolves shift into a color specific wolf. Whereas the Minamoto's inherited the white-like appearance to their fur, all hunter-wolves, including Farah, sport dark brown to a medium russet color fur. There was only one black wolf in existence: Esaias. This, however, is no longer true as her sister, Hikari, shifts into a black wolf, something that the family finds very peculiar.

    ⌈Habits⌋
      ♈ Stuttering || Farah gets nervous easily. There are perhaps only three people in the world that she does not stutter around, and two of those people are her immediate family members. Hikari and Eien. The third person is Tatsuhiko. The three of them manage to ground her to some point, however; around everyone else, Farah becomes a fumbling mess and will stutter quite often. She has it a bit under her control so that she'll only stutter a few words at a time, however; around Trevor, that control falters.
      ♈ Fidgeting || Much like her stuttering, Farah fidgets in her spot from time to time, especially if she's nervous about something. She often plays with the hem of her skirt, her shirt, or runs her fingers through her short hair. There has been times where she'll absently flinch about something, though the cause is never found. It's just a reaction that has programmed itself into her.
      ♈ Eye Contact || Farah cannot keep eye contact with someone. As such, she'll often gaze to the side of someone when speaking to them, and has been known to avoid looking someone in the eye altogether. There have been times where she can muster up the courage to stare someone in the eye, however; it usually falters and she finds herself trying to focus on something else. Oddly enough, she has no problem keeping eye contact with Trevor.




    ⌈Likes⌋
      áƒĻ The Sun || She likes sun-bathing. It provides a sense of security and serenity for her, and quite honestly, she's a little bit afraid of the dark. Being out in the sun helps quell the fear and she would rather be outside anyways than to stay inside. Also, something about the sun draws her to it, much how the full-moon draws her beast to it. It is something that she cannot understand, but she tries not to dwell on it for too long. Some things are best left not understood.
      áƒĻ Floral || Self-Explanatory. She loves flowers, and anything that pertains to nature. It has absolutely nothing to do with Trevor or his abilities. Much like the sun, something about floral and nature draws and appeals to her. It is as if these things alone are capable of rendering her beast tame, and she takes full advantage of it. Oddly, she has likened the scent of sunshine and flowers to Trevor's scent...something that terrifies her completely.
      áƒĻ Drawing || She likes drawing, and she's fairly good at it. Most of her drawings consist of her family and of random objects like the Academy's school bell, and one of the basketballs that flew up on the roof last week. She is in an after school Art Club, and though she could have been the president of it, her shyness keeps her from speaking up too loudly. As of late though, she has been drawing pictures of a person she does not know. None of her family seems to know the man, however; she did not miss the way Shizuka's eyes darkened when the picture was shown to her, the picture of a two-toned eyed man.

    ⌈Dislikes⌋
      ✘ Nonsensical Violence || There are times to be violent, and times to not be. Farah is aware of both, and she tends to dislike the latter. If there is no reason to react violently, then a person should not, however; it doesn't stop a majority of the people she has seen from doing so. She'll try to avoid it as much as she possibly can, but for some odd reason, nonsensical violence tends to follow her. She's often wondered if she's a magnet for such things.
      ✘ Herself || Plain and simple. Farah does not like what she is, what she was created to be. An instrument of death, a harbinger of war. It is something that conflicts against her nature and it is something that she hates dearly. There are times she wishes she could just be a normal person, not this thing. It has taken her a long time to get over her self loathing, however; it is still there, and very much still apart of her. It isn't as bad as Hikaru's once was, where he split his personality for it.
      ✘ Unnecessary Killing || She doesn't like it. She doesn't like the idea of killing something without reason, and as such, tries to stay out of the war as much as she can. She doesn't see the point in killing at all, but she cannot bring herself to be that naive about it. She knows that there are times that will call for the death of someone, however; that is different in her mind. If she must kill something simply just to kill it, she cannot do it. Killing something out of necessity, such as to save the world, then she will do it, though still reluctantly so.




    ⌈Strengths⌋
      â™Ļ Friendliness || Due to her personality, Farah is able to make friends easily. She has more friends than she can count, and about a handful of them are truly what she could consider true friends. She is someone that most people go to when they need to talk, or to just be in her presence as something she radiates gives them a sense of serenity. She doesn't understand it, how a creature like her could provide such things, but nevertheless, if it makes them happy, she will oblige them.
      â™Ļ Resolute || Despite her personality, Farah's resolution is astounding, even to her. She doesn't particularly allow things to get her down, and usually faces everything with a smile. She stands by what she says, and what she believes in, and usually, the only people who make her question those things happen to be her family. For anyone else, it would be extremely hard for her to see otherwise. She stands by what she says, and though usually timid about it, doesn't let things sway her too much.

    ⌈Weaknesses⌋
      ☯ Control || Because she was born to hunter parents, control is something that Farah does not have. The hunters did not learn to control their beast and therefore, under the light of a full-moon, they shift and cause chaos. If it wasn't for Shizuka and Hikaru, there would be destroyed towns. As a result, Farah lacks greatly in her control, however; ironically, she can shift at will with spasms of control every now and then.
      ☯ Genetics || Farah was not born a Minamoto. She was born to a pair of hunter-wolves, and as such, her genetics are a bit flawed. Where the Minamoto's inherited nullification, immunity, Farah inherited the weaker parts of it. She is capable of being subjected to the Minamoto's, to vampires and their abilities. She is physically weaker and smaller in size when transformed. This is mainly due to the flawed state of a hunter's original DNA. Hunters were not suited to become werewolves, and it is evident with Farah.




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⌈I am soft spoken, or at least that is what they tell me. I...I suppose I could speak a little louder, but...I'm not sure how to be more out-spoken. I wish I could be like the others.⌋




⌈Personality⌋
Tempered | Friendly | Shy | Kind

Farah is perhaps one of the most friendliest out of the Minamoto family. Her disposition is relatively calm, always willing to just sit and listen to someone who needs to vent, or just someone to listen to them. A young heart with an old soul. It is a what Eien called her once, and she doesn't fully understand what he meant by it, but others see it. For the most part, though, she is an extremely friendly person, able to befriend just about anyone and anything. She tries her best to get along with most people but knows there are some people that just are not friend material. Regardless, she does her best to be hospitable to people unless they provoke her temper, which is very hard to do. If she even had a temper to begin with, but due to her nature, she isn't without one. This temper of hers is extremely hard to bring out in her though as she'll usually take everything in stride with a smile. Despite being able to befriend just about anyone, Farah can be extremely shy.

She has a hard time talking to others, and usually, someone has to approach her first if they want to get a conversation out of her. If she doesn't know someone, and they approach her, she will turn a very light shade of pink until her face is about as red as a cherry, and she tries her best to control it. She doesn't understand why she gets this way, however; once she is comfortable with someone, she is able to keep the blush to a minimum. She'll still blush from time to time, but it's a little more controlled. She is extremely kind to a fault that it could end up possibly be her undoing one day. She tries her hardest to see the good in people, regardless of who they are. She believes that people can over come what they are, however, that is a bit hypocritical of herself as she doesn't believe she can over come what she is. Regardless, Farah is a sweet girl who only wants whats best for her family and tries her hardest to be a good friend.




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⌈They gave me life where they had no right to. They gave me a purpose, and I owe them everything. How can I ever repay them in something they had no right to do? They could have killed me, made me nothing more than a memory. But instead, they saved me.⌋




⌈History⌋
Faarah wasn't born to a Minamoto, she was born a Tasogare. If being born could even be considered what happened to Farah. She is in fact, a genetic clone of Esaias, born and raised in the lab by the Tasogare family, using the last of Esaias' blood that they managed to obtain before his untimely death. He was the only creation they managed to create that lived past infancy. Farah, however, had been an ultimate failure, their hopes at recreating Esaias dying when she showed no signs of that aggressive behavior they were looking for. Instead, they raised her as she was, a defect, and caused her to doubt herself on more than one occasion. It was never pleasant, growing up in the Tasogare's, but Farah hadn't minded much. She had a family, that was all that mattered.

Until they showed up. She wasn't sure what happened, all she could remember was a bloody fight between her parents and [/i]them[/i]. Farah had cowered in a corner, scared out of her mind as she watched the large white wolves saunter over towards her, however; the one that resembled snow, stopped before her. Something flashed behind the amber eyes, and Farah soon found herself staring at a woman who bore striking red hair and mahogany irises. She wasn't sure of what to make of the situation, but Farah soon found herself in a new home. Shizuka did not speak of the matter to her children, however; even the reason as to why Shizuka took Farah was still a mystery to her. She took to Hikari quickly as Hikari was the only one who accepted her the moment she set foot into the Minamoto residence.

It was during this time that she met the extended family of the Minamoto's, the Akarui's. She met Naya, Reiko, and Haru, all of whom she had a hard time befriending, save perhaps Reiko. The less-inclined Akarui twin was more inclined to befriending Farah than the other two Akarui's. Not that Farah minded, however; she did develop a sense of admiration for Naya. Naya had become somewhat of a role model for Farah because she wasn't afraid to be herself, and it was something Farah desperately wanted. She wanted to be mor out-spoken, more confident, however; she just couldn't. Needless to say, Farah grew up in a loving home where the family actually showed their affection for each other, and there was a point in time Farah truly felt like a daughter of the Minamoto's. But something lingering in her keeps her from fully accepting that feeling. As of now, she is currently attending Cross Academy with her siblings, something akin to dread falling down her spine. She can't explain it, but there is a feeling that something is going to happen, and it'll be soon.




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⌈I owe the Minamoto family more than anything. I will do my best to make them proud, to show that their mercy was not wasted on the likes of me. I will make them proud.⌋



So begins...

Farah Tasogare's Story

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Character Portrait: Ryoku Minamoto Character Portrait: Hikari Minamoto Character Portrait: Haru Akarui Character Portrait: Naya Akarui Character Portrait: Farah Tasogare Character Portrait: Eien Minamoto
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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 thenâ€Ļ 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, soâ€Ļ 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 soâ€Ļ 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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Farah smiled softly at Tatsuhiko, returning the soft bow as she straightened her posture back up. "I...am doing well, thank you for asking. I just seemed to have lost a few members of my family," she replied. She laughed a bit nervously at the way the sentence came out, almost as if they had intentionally lost them, however; that wasn't the case. She had seen something and had pulled away from Eien, who had somehow been drowned away by the crowd, and she had lost him. She had almost panicked for a second there, however; she had caught Tatsuhiko's scent and found him here. She tilted her head to the side a bit as he asked a question. As if on cue, her stomach gave a low rumble, and she blushed lightly.

"Ah, no I have not," she replied meekly. "I..was going to with the others, but...seeing as they are not around at the moment, would you perhaps like to grab something with me?" she questioned, shifting a bit nervously in her spot. "But you don't have to! I understand if there is something else you are in need of doing," she quickly stated, waving a hand in front of her face as she tried to keep the burning off of her face. She didn't need to be bothering him with such a silly request to begin with.

Tatsu looked slightly perplexed for a moment, the expression flitting over his generally-emotionless visage for the barest second before it smoothed back out. He was here at the festival, what else could he possibly have to do? Still, he supposed she was only being polite, and he could understand the need to do that, so he attempted to reassure her. “There is nothing else I need be doing, at present,” he said simply. He did not dare say that he was also hungry, because as far as anyone here knew, he was a vampire, and they did not consume food except occasionally, for the taste of it. He was, in fact, feeling a bit of the bite of hunger, but he would pass it off as this and nothing more when the time came.

He wasn’t sure why she was blushing, but put it down to misplaced embarrassment about the noises her stomach was making. She was a bit oversensitive that way, but it wasâ€Ļ a trifle endearing, in its own little sense. She was very bright, Farah was, and he selfish enough that he occasionally indulged himself in her mere presence. He’d never had a friend besides Tora, and he wouldn’t let himself if he could avoid it, butâ€Ļ he did enjoy her company. It was easier not to remember, when she was talking to him about whatever she wanted.

It was for this reason, as well as a general interest in her wellness, that he inquired as they walked, he following his nose in the direction of what smelled like noodle stir-fry. “It has been a while since I saw you last,” he said quietly, steering them both through the thickening crowd. Honestly, it might have swallowed her up, otherwise, but people tended to step around him almost unconsciously. He used this to his advantage now, offering her his arm in a distinctly old-fashioned way before he continued. “I had not realized autumn was already this far passed.” He’d been out of school for perhaps a month, called for his use as a Council dog. Much as he disliked it, it was the only reason he lived at all, and so he continued to do it, as if to affirm his own existence to himself. To remind himself that he was not just a shadow on the wall, a ghost passing by unseen.

They reached the food court area, then, and Tatsu halted momentarily, scanning over the options before turning to the girl beside him. “What would you like? It is my treat, since it has been such a long time.” The barest flicker of a smile passed over his face. It was well known that Tatsu did not smile. Ever. The closest he got were these fleeting little expressions, and those, he only saw the need for with Farah and his brother, so it was hardly a wonder that people were surprised to see him with any company but his own. The whispers did not bother him, and he hoped they did not bother her. She was such an innocent person that he doubted they would.

The embarrassment flickered away from her face as it turned into a bright smile. She wasn't sure exactly why her smile was so bright, but she didn't mind. Tatsuhiko was her friend, and she had always regarded him highly. Not because he was her friend, but because he was her friend. Being the sibling to three, very well-known, Minamoto's wasn't exactly the place to be on, especially when she herself was so quiet and meek. She wasn't as out-spoken, so cool as her siblings, not even her cousins, however; perhaps it was for the best. She didn't have very many friends, and she cherished the people she managed to be friends with. And so far that list was very, very short.

"Ah, it has been a while," she returned, her attention being called away by the sound of his voice. The last time she had seen him was about a month and a few days ago. He had left, not really saying why, but she didn't need to know. She understood, and that was all that mattered. She would never question him about his personal life, nor would she inquire about it. If he wanted to speak of it, he would, and sometimes he did, though it was mainly just about his brother and himself and how they were faring. "Time has a way of escaping you when you don't pay much attention to it, I suppose," she added, smiling still.

She took the arm he offered, sliding her own hesitantly through the loop as they continued walking. The blush had all but faded from her face, however; it reappeared just as fast when she could hear the light whispers floating around. Why were people so easy to jump to conclusions? It was precisely this kind of thinking that had limited her to the handful of friends she had, and this kind of thinking that had landed her on the top of one of the most hated list. Not because she was popular, beautiful, smart, or anything like that, but simply because of who she was associated with. She sighed softly, shaking her head, trying to ignore the words that stung at her like sharp knives grating her skin.

"But still, I hope everything is well, and whatever it is that you were gone for didn't cause you too much trouble," she stated as they finally reached the food court. He asked what she would like, and for a moment, she would have protested at being treated, however; she had learned quite a while back that it would be useless. Instead, she smiled and gave a thoughtful tap to her chin. "The noodle stir-fry sounds good, and it's been awhile since I've had a good bowl. Kari-chan doesn't make it as often as she used to, and I miss her cooking," she replied, giving a light frown before replacing it with a smile.

At the words, Tatsuhiko inclined his head and steered them in the appropriate direction, the loud sound of sizzling accompanied by a truly appealing plethora of smells, which his nose picked up on easily and his mind sorted into different ingredient categories. It wasn’t something he really had to think about—like many other things, it kind of happened automatically. Like the way he filed away everything she told him for possible future reference. He liked to promise himself that he would never use any of it against her, against them—that he would make her in no way responsible for what he eventually knew he would be asked to do. That allowed him to keep the interactions between them genuine. It also ate at him, the guilt for what he must eventually steel himself to do.

But now was not the time to think about that. Placing his order, he allowed her to do the same before paying for both and making his way to a small table. He was enough a gentleman to pull out her chair for her before taking his own seat, pressing his hands together at the palms and offering a small word of thanks over the food before he tucked into it. He didn’t much believe in gods or spirits or whomever the ritual had been meant to thank, but he saw no reason not to use the words anyway. Once they were settled and eating, he took a break between bites to address her earlier words.

“It was nothing terribly difficult,” he told her of the task that had pulled him from school. It hadn’t been, but the way he said it was not the way most people would talk about killing things. This was intentional—he did not desire that anyone know exactly what he did. She always chose not to ask prying questions, and it was this trait that made their curious little relationship possible. It was far from what the whispering tongues were suggesting it was, and at a particularly lewd suggestion, Tatsu glanced sideways, meeting indigo eyes with the speaker’s. The look in his was cold and flat; it was the face the Ghost wore, and it send a visible shudder down the boy’s spine. He cared not what they said about him, but he would not have it insinuated that she was such a person, not in his presence.

The cold look faded, though, and he turned back to her. “I am a little surprised to see you here,” he admitted, and this at least he did freely. “But then, I am not for crowds either, and here we both are. If you would like, I can help you find the nearest member of your family when we are done here?”

The smile never faded from Farah's face, even after their orders were taken and she accompanied Tatsuhiko to a table. He was always so nice, doing things that most would never truly do, at least when it came to most of the male population, and she always found it refreshing. The only other kindness she had known was the kindness she received from her family. They both said a small thanks before eating their food, Farah too caught up in her meal to notice any of the words floating around, nor the look Tatsuhiko had sent a boy just a few tables down. Instead, she directed her attention towards him.

"I'm glad. If it were difficult, I could only hope it didn't cause you too much worry about it," she responded, taking another bite of her meal. "Well, I, honestly, didn't want to come," she spoke nervously when he spoke of being surprised that she was here. It was true, she wasn't one for crowds or large social gatherings, however; she had been literally dragged here by Hikari, and no amount of protesting seemed to help. "Kari can be very...persistent about things," she stated, laughing nervously in the process. It's not that she minded really, and she was here with her family to begin with.

Once her meal was finished, she placed the bowl to the side and tilted her head slightly at his suggestion. "I'd...appreciate it actually," she replied, smiling softly at his offer. It wouldn't do her any good to look for them on her own, though she could perhaps find them just as easily. She could smell all of them around, however; they all seemed to be going in different directions, and it wasn't helping that some of their scents were mingling together with a majority of the humans. Usually telling the difference wasn't so difficult, however; with the added amount of scents, and her own nervousness, she would surely get herself lost than to actually find her family.

It wasn’t so much that he was concerned with her not being able to find them as he was with the difficulty she would encounter getting to them. There were a lot of students and even a few outside visitors and family members about, meaning that the crowds were thick, and Farah was both a timid and a small person. So at her acquiescence, he nodded and collected their dishes, dropping them off at the appropriate spot before moving away from the food court. Discretely, he sniffed the air, and noted that the nearest member of her family appeared to be moving to the edges of the festival. Well, if she had not particularly desired to come anywayâ€Ļ at least the crowd would be thinner there.

Again offering his elbow, he led them efficiently, but without hurry, through the crowd, arranging it so that their paths crossed with Trevor’s. As soon as the man spotted them, Tatsuhiko brought them to a stop and gently dropped his arm. “Then I believe this is where we part for the evening, Farah,” he said, that tiny hint of a smile tugging at his mouth for a fraction of a second. “It was, as ever, a pleasure to keep your company. I shall see you soon, I believe.” With the same polite bow he had given upon meeting her, he took his leave, disappearing effortlessly into the crowd once more.

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Farah took Tatsuhiko's elbow without the hesitation she sported last time, and instead took it with a sort of security. He was going to help her find one of her relatives, and that was all that mattered. She could ignore everything else in the process, or at least attempt to. It wasn't long before they approached the closest member, and for a moment, Farah blinked. Even as Tatsuhiko spoke and left, she had trouble keeping her breaths even, and her heartbeat from beating erratically. There, in front of her, was Trevor. He appeared to be leaving the festival, something she actually wouldn't mind doing herself, however; she wasn't exactly planning on being alone with Trevor.

Her face turned a bright pink as she fumbled with the hem of her shirt, glancing away from him in the process. "Good....good evening...Tre...Trevor," she stuttered, cursing herself for fumbling over the words. Her face grew another two shades of red, and if she kept it up, she was certain that her face would be sporting the same shade of red that could easily pass for her mother's hair color.


Trevor started slightly, torn from his reverie by a soft voice. He brought his eyes down to see Farah in front of him, Tatsuhiko leaving. He rose a brow slightly, but said nothing. At least, not until he watched Farah turn from pink to red, and a slight look of concern passed over his face. He could hear her heart speeding up, her uneven breaths. He reached out, pressing the back of his hand to her forehead. "Are you feeling alright, Farah? You look feverish."

If it were possible, Farah would look like a bright red tomato with perhaps a patch of white for the stem and leaves. Trevor's hand rested against her forehead, causing her temperature to flare slightly. She was not unused to touch, her other siblings (except for maybe Eien) had a habit of often hugging or showing some type of affection through touch. Though for her sister and Ryoku, they shared more of a "punch and kick" kind of affection. She couldn't understand it sometimes, but thought nothing more of it. Her thoughts, as of now, were being occupied by his hand, and where it lay.

"I-I'm f-f-fine, Trevor, th-thank you," she stated, stepping back and removing his hand from her forehead in the process. His hand was so warm, and large compared to hers, and she immediately released it as quickly as that thought finished. "Ah, s-sorry! I..I was just...a-are, you leaving?" she quickly stammered out as she fidgeted nervously in her spot. She really wished there was someone else around that she knew, that way she wouldn't be this clumsy idiot in front of Trevor. Oh how she wished she was someone else at times.


Really, after all this time, he probably should be used to her reactions. As far back as he could remember, Farah had always acted this way around him, but even so, it did hurt a little, to see her comfortable with someone like Tatsuhiko or Haru, yet act this way with him. Was she really so frightened of him? Even so, he didn't let it show on his face. His eyebrows rose slightly, and he smiled down at her kindly. "Ah, yes, though I have nothing planned. You're certainly welcome to join me. I'm sure Naya and Torahiko will be, ah...busy here at the festival." He shook his head slightly.

Her heart beat increased rapidly until all she could hear was the drumming of her own heart. She tried to get her heart under control, and had succeeded in at least getting the color to fade from her face. She tried to clear her voice and took a deep breath to regulate her breathing. Once it was under control, she offered Trevor a small smile. "I'd...like that," she stated, walking so that she was next to Trevor, but not too close as to make herself uncomfortable. She was trying to keep calm during the situation, and so far, she was succeeding.

Trevor raised an eyebrow slightly, as she calmed down. He really did not get her at all. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, so for the moment they walked in relative silence. He'd realized that they'd never picked a destination when they ended up in the forest that continuously crept onto the grounds of Cross Academy, walking by a small stream.

Frankly, Trevor was at a bit of a loss for what to say. He wasn't much of a conversationalist to start with; being alone with someone was generally awkward for him. "So uh...how's classes going?" He wanted to smack himself in the face. Had he really just asked that? Gods, she was going to think he was the dullest person on the face of this planet. Then he wondered why he would bother worrying about what she thought of him in the first place.


They walked in relative silence, something Farah was grateful for, and she was enjoying it. The blush had not subsided, and instead, continued to paint her face a brilliant red. It contrasted against the white of her hair, and brought out the deep blue of her eyes. She fumbled with the hem of her shirt, trying to think of something to say, anything to break the awkward silence, however; she was startled out of her thoughts when Trevor spoke first. For a moment, she contemplated how to answer that.

"Uh, well...it...it was fine," she replied, her ears burning as her face, oddly, cooled down. "We...we were..n-n-not learning any...anything new," she stuttered out, glancing at anything but him. Gods, why couldn't she act right around him? It was plain to see that she had feelings for him, but she was trying so hard to hide them. He probably thought she was odd, or weird, and that thought hurt a bit. What if he thought she was annoying? Oh, that would kill her on the inside, and even that thought alone caused a painful lurch in her chest as she clutched at her chest.

"I'm...s-sorry, how w-w-was your d-day?" she questioned, trying desperately to control her heart beat that was ever rising.


Trevor glanced down at her, a slight smile on his face. He shrugged slightly. "Pretty much the same. I've lived through what they're teaching right now, so it's not like I'm learning. Most of the time what they teach is wrong." He paused, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. He did not miss the way her heartbeat continued to rise.

"Are you sure you're alright? I can leave, if I'm making you nervous, Farah..."


Farah's eyes widened in fear when Trevor mentioned leaving. She didn't mean to make him feel uncomfortable, or unwanted, because he wasn't unwanted. She cursed herself, blaming her nervousness for making him think so as her hand, trembling as it was, reached for his. Softly, her hand grabbed his and she gave it a light squeeze, half to reassure herself that she could calm her nervousness, and half to reassure him she was fine. Shaking her head, she offered a meek smile. She truly hated the way she felt, the way her skin crawled on edge whenever she was near him, the way her beast seemed to want to take over and do things that terrified Farah.

"I'm f-fine, Trevor. H-Honestly," she replied, releasing his hand and allowing her hand to fall to her side. "Y-you're, not m-making m-m-me nervous. I just..." she paused, biting her lower lip in the process. He wasn't making her nervous, he truly wasn't. But how could she tell him that without actually telling him how she felt about him? This...was so problematic and she inwardly wanted to cry. Sighing softly, she offered a reassuring smile to him, one that she could muster as best as she could. "You're not making me nervous, I promise," she spoke, for once, not stuttering, which even shocked her momentarily.


Trevor's eyebrows rose slightly as she took his hand, as if to reinforce her words. She seemed to be struggling with her words somewhat, but in the ends, she seemed to be able to at least voice her main reasoning. He smiled at her, the expression softening his face. He was also slightly surprised; she didn't stutter at all in the last sentence she spoke.

"Well, alright. I'm glad then. It's not always fun being the scary one." His lips perked up in a slight smile.


Farah's face returned to the brilliant red it had once been at Trevor's smile. Oh how she loved that smile of his. It made him so much more beautiful than what he already was, scar included. She knew that the scar had come from Ryoku, a long time ago during an accident, but even so, it was part of him, and she had loved all of him for as long as she could remember. But she was so hesitant, so shy at telling him, and how she wanted to tell him. To let him know that she loved him, had always loved and will always love him. For now, she could at least enjoy his company, and that was what she was going to try. So, she smiled as best as she could.

"Y-you could n-n-never be scary, Tr-evor."

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Naya glanced up at the sky. It was night now, and a full moon to boot. While she had none of that blood that boiled within her cousins during such evenings, something about the moon still stirred her. Perhaps it was because she was nocturnal by nature, she'd never really know. Even so, she enjoyed it thoroughly.

It was a peaceful night as she roamed the edges of the forest that always seemed to threaten to overtake Cross Academy. Mako was atop her head, as usual, and she absentmindedly reached up to pet him. Nothing around them stirred, most of the creatures sleeping, save for a few raccoon's. She thought about singing, but instead decided to keep silent. She liked it too much to disturb it just yet. Her amber eyes glowed in the darkness, the only thing, aside from scent perhaps, that gave away her position in among the branches of an old oak tree.


Farah sighed, running her hands against her forearms as she stared up at the moon. She could feel her beast stirring under the moonlight, and it was taking every ounce of strength she had to keep it from rising. She didn't have the control her siblings had, and they were nowhere to be found right now. With their help, she wouldn't lose herself to the beast, and if she did, they would be around to bring her back. Or stop her from destroying something. That thought frightened her. She could lose control any second now, and they would not be around to stop her. A scent filled her nose and for a moment, she panicked. Usually everyone kept their distance from this far into the forest, but it was a scent she recognized.

"Naya-chan, you...you shouldn't be out h-h-here," she spoke, concern laced in her voice as she gazed up at Naya, who was sitting amongst an old oak tree. She closed her eyes as a painful surge coursed through her body. She knew that feeling. She knew it all too well. It was the feeling she got right before she lost control. "P-please...go, Naya-chan," she spoke through gritted teeth. She had maybe another few minutes of control, and even then, it should be enough time to give Naya a head start, with her speed at least.


Naya frowned, her gaze lighting on Farah, who did not look good at all. She didn't have to guess why, she'd seen this quite a few times over in her hundred years of life, but she'd never been alone with one of her cousin's during a shift before. Something tugged at her, trying to get her to do what Farah told her, but...that other part of her simply couldn't just leave Farah alone like this.

So instead of running, like her instinct was telling her to, she stayed, jumping down from her branch and landing lightly in front of Farah. "I'm not going to just leave you, Farah." Mako, however, had listened to his own instincts, and had stayed up in the tree, climbing to a higher branch. The tiger wanted nothing to do with this canine; not tonight at least.


Farah inwardly cried. She wanted Naya to leave her, even if was to leave her alone. Her safety was priority, and Naya knew, or should have known, that Farah could not control her beast. It had rampaged more than once in her life, and it was only stopped by her siblings. The first time she had shifted, she was at least lucky enough to have done so in front of Shizuka and Hikaru, both of whom managed to subdue the young girl at the time and keep her from harming anyone. Her siblings were the ones she relied on the most. A surge of pain shifted through Farah as she clutched her head.

"Na...ya, please," she pleaded to Naya, trying to get the Akarui girl to leave her, however; she could see it in Naya's eyes that she was not leaving. "I'm...so, so sorry," she stated, her eyes conveying her guilt as she felt her body go numb. It was less than three seconds before Farah's body shifted, brown fur covering naked spots, her once white hair, now turning brown. She stood, a large wolf in her spot. Farah's eyes narrowed, her animal instincts taking over her human ones as she turned and spotted Naya. Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, her lips pulling back to reveal pearl white fangs.

She stepped forward, the hairs on her body raising in anger. She knew this scent, this person, but she didn't know who it was. This person smelled of threat, and she wanted to eliminate the threat. Farah pulled back, bellowing out a loud howl as she charged Naya, her teeth glistening as she tried to bite the pure-blood girl.


Well, anyone who said that Naya Akarui was not the smartest person definitely had it right. She was stubborn, and never knew when to simply leave. So, when Farah turned, the hairs on the back of her neck rose, but she stayed put. For a second, she thought that maybe the wolf wouldn't attack.

The howl and subsequent charge proved her wrong. Naya rolled, just missing wickedly sharp claws. She swore under her breath. "No, Farah, I'm sorry." She was an idiot, really. There were several more seconds of dodging and blocking; this was bad. It only got worse when Naya found herself pinned between the wolf and a tree. She had managed to block most of the blow using the tree, but she'd also been bitten, the wolf's fangs sinking deep into the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

Naya whimpered softly, the scent of her blood staining the air. Something felt off, and felt wrong but she didn't understand it. Suddenly she just sort of froze, and there was a sharp pain in her right eye. She couldn't see it, but it began to glow, and she was aware that something was happening, both to her and to Farah. Her head swam, and slowly, the wolf in front of her began to change, and slowly reverted back into her human form.


Farah wasn't aware. She was blank, void, empty. She hated that feeling. It was a feeling she knew all too well, and associated it to that thing she was. She didn't ask to be born this way, and she prayed every night that what she was, wasn't true. That she was a human, that she lived a normal life, and wasn't this creature of death. She never wanted to hurt anyone, but the moment she felt blood touch her tongue, Farah regained her consciousness. She peered out of her beast's eyes, and saw Naya pinned beneath her to a tree, her fangs in her shoulders, and her eye glowing. She wasn't sure what happened next, or if she was even aware anything was happening until she felt the cold air nip at her skin. She was human again.

"Na...ya," she choked out, tears streaming down her face before she lost consciousness. She was sorry, she was so very sorry. She hadn't meant to hurt Naya, and now she was bleeding because of her. She was a monster.

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Haru absentmindedly twirled the thick steel needle back and forth between his index finger and thumb. His left arm was behind his head, Ryoku asleep next to him. It had been almost two and a half months since their first escapade, and they had actually found themselves in one another's embrace more often than someone else's. Haru wasn't overly surprised, it was good sex, and about as addicting as a drug, really. It didn't matter how dangerous it got, at this point Haru wasn't sure he could stop if his life depended on it, regardless of how he felt about Ryo. He was addicted to this man.

It was almost enough for him to confess what he felt, but something held him back still. Haru had come to accept what he was, and what he did. Someone like him didn't really belong in a long-term relationship; things always ended up getting messy. Inevitably, Haru got bored. While he was fairly certain he was never going to get bored with Ryo, he was uncertain of the Minamoto's feelings on the subject, so he kept his mouth shut. But there were a great many other things he could talk to him about.

Like the favor he wanted to ask. Haru rolled, laying his upper body across Ryo's bare chest, nudging him in the process. "Hey, Ro-chan. Wake up." He grinned slightly as the male stirred, and held up the needle. "Wanna do me a favor?" After that, he stuck his tongue out, making it rather clear just what exactly he was asking; the steel needle really was only used for one thing, and it was decidedly not for sewing.


Ryoku lay, a content smile on his face as his chest gently rose with each breath he took. As of late, he had found himself more and more in the company of his cousin, Haru, than he had any other student, and he couldn't have cared less. He genuinely enjoyed being with Haru, more-so than any other person he'd ever been with. He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly as he rolled to his side, keeping his eyes closed even after he heard Haru speaking to him. He let something of a whine and groan escape his lips as he cracked one eye open.

"Don't you know I'm not a morning person?" he stated, though it was already almost noon. He opened the other eye in time to see Haru stick his tongue out, holding out the needle for him to take. Ryoku took the object, stared at his cousin, and allowed a smirk to cross his features. He leaned in close, as if he were about to grab the tongue his cousin held out, however; he closed the distance between them, grabbing Haru's tongue and sliding his over it before pulling back. "I can think of other uses for that tongue of yours, but if this is what you want, then alright," he spoke.

He grabbed Haru's tongue, gently, and grabbed the needle and piercing that would need to be applied quickly. The moment his tongue was pierced, Haru's healing factor would kick in and heal it. In order for his tongue to be pierced, Ryoku would need to leave the needle in and slide it out as the piercing was pushed in. With that in mind, Ryoku pierced Haru's tongue as quickly as he could, sliding the needle out and putting the piercing in as fast as his natural speed allowed him to. "Well then, you might want to keep your tongue to yourself for awhile, and I suggest not mentioning it to Aunt Nicole. She...might not be the biggest fan, but," he drawled out, leaning close to Haru's face in the process and smirked.

"I like it."


It was a bit of an odd feeling, having a cold piece of metal sliding through your tongue, but it was also a rather erotic feeling. Haru didn't even flinch when Ryo pushed the needle through; growing up with a mother like Nicole, who made sure all three of ther children could shrug off the effect of her blood manipulation, you knew what pain felt like, and this was certainly not it. There was something just...utterly horrific about having your own blood move without your consent, bending to another's will.

He rolled his tongue around in his mouth, testing the new object as the last bits of his blood vanished and the piercing slowly healed. He grinned then; he liked it, too. As for his mother, well...he shrugged slightly. "Mom will juth have to get over it. Ath for what I can do with thith tongue..." He slid his leg across Ryo's waist and straddled him, bracing himself with his hands on his chest before leaning down.

He kissed him then, though it was quite a bit more gentle than he was used to, and it would have to be for a few days, unfortunately. Even so, the feeling of another tongue on the metal in his mouth combined with his own blood was...well, it was more than enough to get him going. He pulled back slightly, that dangerous grin on his face. "I had a feeling I wath going to like thith, but I think I undereth-timated juth how muth."


Ryoku rose an amused brow, watching as Haru straddled his waist, and placed his hands on the back of his head. He smirked against Haru's mouth when he leaned down and claimed his lips, and for a moment, let a content sigh pass through his nose before Haru pulled back. His smirk remained in place as he rolled his eyes at Haru's explanation. Nicole could be frightening (probably not so much as his father) when she wanted to be, and her ability only heightened that fear. Of course, thanks to the nullification he inherited from his mother, he didn't have to worry about that. But Haru didn't have what he had.

"It's your funeral," he replied with a careless note laced in his voice. His smirk widened to a grin before he flipped Haru over, pinning Haru beneath him and allowed his face to lean closer, his nose barely grazing against Haru's. "So, I guess I should take advantage of the time you have left to live," he stated, moving his head to the side of Haru's neck and trailed his tongue over it, nipping softly at the tender skin in the process. "So what does Haru want to do for the remaining time he has?"


Haru looked a bit surprised when Ryo flipped him over, however; he wasn't really surprised. It was simply how it worked between them. Haru smiled, shuddering when he felt the other man's tongue on his throat. His eyes slipped closed, looping his arms around Ryo's neck. He had been about to answer when his body went rigid, a particular scent hitting his nose, and his eyes snapped open, a glaringly furious shade of crimson. A growl escaped him as he let go of Ryoku, the shadows swallowing him. No one touched his sister and got away with it, he didn't care who it was. He reappeared outside of the academy, taking off in the direction he could smell Naya.

It was a gruesome scene. It also didn't take him long to figure out what had happened, at least with Farah. Under a full moon, she couldn't control it, and Naya had either not left or been too close and unaware. Haru gritt his teeth, but was slightly confused. The night was far from over, so why was Farah in her human form?

"Haru...?"

Her voice snapped him back into reality, and Haru was at his sister's side in an instant. He shrugged out of his shirt, laying it over Farah for now. He could smell Ryo not far; he could take care of his step-sister when he arrived. "Hey." he said softly, his eyes narrowing at her eye. For a second he wondered if she shared his ability, but no. The mark was different, and in her opposite eye. They locked eyes, and he felt it.

Something in his chest constricted, making it hard for him to breathe; it was very strange, it was as if he could feel himself...getting younger, and not in a good way, either. So Haru did the only think he could think of, and activated his left eye. He felt the pressure relieve in his chest, but the two powers were deadlocked; you could actually see time and space beginning to warp between them. Haru frowned. It would seem as if Naya's ability was the opposite of his; when they mereged, it caused instability in the fabric of time and space, and that was dangerous.

"Naya, you have to shut it off. Concentrate, let it slip away. I can't keep this up forever, and neither can you."

Naya looked scared. She didn't know what he was talking about, and she didn't know what to do. Her head felt like it was going to split, and that strange look of the air between them, she didn't like. She shut her eyes, burying her face in her hands. Haru pulled at them, forcing her to look up at him, but in the end, he let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"Hey, it's alright, Nana..."


Ryoku felt it the moment Haru's body went rigid beneath him, and his eyes snapped towards the window. That scent, those scents. He knew them, and he cursed beneath his breath when Haru left. He knew how protective of Naya he was, and that alone would cloud his judgement slightly. That sent a low growl down Ryoku's throat as he jumped out the window, applying the speed gifted to him at birth. He arrived at the scene to spot Naya and Haru seemingly caught in a stare off, and he glanced around and spotted Farah laying on the ground, Haru's jacket covering her form. He sighed softly through his nose as he walked to her side.

"I'm sorry, Far, for not being here when you needed it," he spoke gently, caressing her cheek softly and moving her snow white forelock to the side. He removed his outer shirt, since it was a bit larger and could cover more, and placed it over her, wrapping her up in it and carrying her in his arms. He glanced at Haru and Naya, watching the scene unfold. It seems Naya tapped into a similar ability as Haru's, and she couldn't control it. "I'm taking Farah back, take care of your sister," Ryoku stated in a calm tone. This night was going to be a long one, he could feel it.

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Farah stared at the pot in front of her, a thin line compressing across her lips as she sighed softly. The day was just about to start, and she had wanted to get up early to start on her project. She was determined to grow something different this year, however; she wasn't entirely sure what she wanted to plant. She could always grow more vegetables for the family, but the vast gardens they had already would only negate the idea. She sighed softly, shaking her head as a smile replaced her pursed lips. She could, perhaps, plant a flower, but what flower? There were many, perhaps she could cross-breed one? With that thought in mind, she grabbed a few more pots and grabbed a few bags of different flower seeds.

She began mending the soil, molding it and shaping it before pouring it into the pots and glanced at the bags in her hands. "Let's see, I have Geranium, Sunflowers, Amaryllis, Lillies, Chrysanthemum, and Gladiolus. I don't...think any of these are compatible," she muttered to herself. She released a soft sigh before placing the packets back on the small table. The greenhouse of the Academy was small, but at least it was mainly deserted. No one liked to use it, save for herself, and one of her siblings when they came to help her. "Maybe I should just do something different" she continued. Perhaps she should do something different. Usually, she could plant just about anything, however; today seemed a little more...difficult.


The Greenhouse was one of Trevor's favorite places to be. He'd never actually known his mother, but his sister had told him that he had inherited her ability to use Terrakinesis. It was this ability that made him feel like he'd never lost her at all. Of course, he loved Reiko, and would always be grateful to her for raising him, but...she was also not the woman who had given birth to him, or who had given her life to save her child and grandchildren.

He was brought out of his past musings by someone speaking. It seemed that he was not alone, and that they were...talking to themselves. A slight smile graced his lips; it was Farah. He listened to her for a second, before glancing at the flower pots and seeds. his eyes rested on one of the already potted plants, one that looked rather sad and wilted. He wasn't at all surprised; it was a tropical plant, one not suited to this climate. With a slight smile, he twirled a finger, the plant perking up right before their eyes.

"Actually, most plants are compatible, so long as you know how to accommodate for both of them." He smiled down at Farah, his hands in his pockets. "Mind if I join you, Farah?"


Farah nearly jumped out of her own skin when Trevor spoke. How had she not smelled him? Was he here throughout the entire time she was talking to herself? Gods, he must think she's crazy. And it was that thought that caused her face to burn a bright crimson color. Thankfully, it was hidden beneath the mask of the dark, sunlight still being another hour away. She fumbled for her words, juggling the pots still in her hand as she tried to keep from dropping them. Was her nose broken or something? Her sense of smell wasn't as good as her siblings, or her parents, however; it was still canine, and his scent was hardly anything to miss.

"Ah...n-n-no...I mean...yes, y-you can," she began, stuttering as her face turned even darker. Really, it was infuriating how she couldn't speak properly in front of him. She wanted to not look like a fool for once, let alone have him think something was wrong with her. "And...of course m-most are c-compatible but that doesn't m-mean they will g-grow properly," she stated, cursing herself for not making sense as she spoke. It never failed, that her mind and most of her common sense went flying out the window whenever he was here. If only she had the guts to tell him, perhaps everything would not be so awkward. She hadn't missed the way the dead plant sprang back to life, and knew he had something to do with it.

"I'm...s-s-sorry," she quickly apologized as she played with the hem of her shirt.


By now, Trevor was pretty much used to her reactions to him, but every time he'd ever brought it up, he'd only made things worse. So this time, he decided to not mention it. He wasn't sure if it would work or not, but it was worth a shot. Really, all he wanted was for her to be comfortable around him. As uncomfortable as he was around Ryoku, Eien, and Hikari, he was perfectly fine around her, for some reason. So he didn't want her to be afraid of him, or whatever she was.

He winked then. "Or, you know someone who can grow literally anything." He reached out and touched one of the pots she had been holding, and though there had been nothing planted, a single white lily sprung to life. It was different from normal ones; plants created solely from his own ability would never wilt or die, or need taken care of. It would remain, as if frozen in time, so long as he himself was alive. "But if you don't want to cheat, I could always help you the normal way, too." He sat down, motioning for her to do the same.


Farah offered a small smile when he motioned her to sit as he did. She obliged, sitting a few feet away from him as she watched a single lily sprouted from the pot she was holding. The smile merely remained, however; she pursed her lips together slightly. She didn't want to cheat. She wanted to grow something normally. A little help didn't hurt, as long as she wasn't cheating. She set the lily pot down, and grabbed another one, filling it with soil once more before turning towards Trevor. She could still feel her bones quivering from the close proximity, but she could at least pretend she was a bit normal. She then grabbed the seed packets and laid them out in front of her.

"I don't want to cheat, but I d-do want to g-grow something. Finding the r-right combination i-isn't going to be easy with these," she stated, inwardly praising herself for not stuttering as badly. It was true, finding the right combination wouldn't be easy. Most of the flowers always had something in common when cross-breeding. Whether it was the climate they grew in, or the time of season, all of it factored in. Otherwise she'd probably end up with a mutated venus fly-trap that suddenly sprouted lips and tried eating people. She shuddered at that thought. "W-What would you recommend?"


Trevor smiled, looking at the different arrays of seeds. He looked thoughtful for a few seconds, before pulling out the geraniums and the begonias. "There are the closest in climate yet farthest in color, we should be able to get an interesting reaction." He handed them to her while grabbing one of the pots.

"So, are you out here often? We must miss each other, I like coming out here, too. Then again, I'm also in the forest a lot, too." When he grinned, it was almost bashfully.


Farah could have sworn that the world was spinning. She felt light-headed, almost as if she could fly if she concentrated hard enough. This was the longest she'd ever spent in his company without one of her other siblings, and it was a bit nerve wrecking for her. He had never spoken to her this long either, and it was causing her palms to sweat and become clammy. What could she say? What would she say? So many possibilities were floating through her head, and suddenly, the world seemed a little dizzy. She took a deep breath, counted to five, and released it slowly, feeling the weight fly off as she did so.

"Y-yes, I do. Whenever I have the f-free time, I c-c-come here," she replied finally, settling on keeping her gaze anywhere but near him. Curse her and her nervousness. "It would s-s-seem so. Ah, but it's usually l-late by the time I come here. It's always past c-c-curfew hours," she continued. Which was partially true. She did come after hours, however; only when she knew for certain that he wouldn't be around. She knew the forest or the green house had always been his favorite places to be, however; she tried to avoid him as much as possible. It would save her a world of embarrassment, and he having to witness it. She would never admit it out loud, but she'd always enjoyed watching him smile. It caused the blush on her face to deepen more as she tried to keep from staring.


He watched her for a few seconds. It was a bit hard to explain, but it was almost as if he was drawn to her. He was honestly enjoying this time with her. That was not to say he never enjoyed being around his family, but...this was different. He wasn't sure what was so different about it, but he wasn't going to brood over it. For a while, they simply planted seeds, Trevor occasionally taking a shortcut with some of the already-growing plants.

By the time they were done, the sun had risen. He surveyed their handiwork, and he smiled at Farah. "We should do this again, Farah. I enjoy spending time with you."


Was there something on her face? Did she have a smear, a smudge? Why was he staring at her like that? Farah could feel her heart beat rising as she kept her gaze on her plants, trying desperately to fight the assault of her heart against her rib-cage. By the time the sun rose, they had finished planting their seeds, and Farah had barely managed to keep consciousness. This was, by far, the longest she had ever spent in his company, and dare she say, she enjoyed it. Even as spots clouded the corners of her eyes, she had enjoyed doing this with him. She snapped out of her thoughts when he spoke, the blush that had once disappeared, reappeared upon her face. She, however, did not have the coverage of the night to conceal it.

"M-me t-t-too, I-I-I mean I enjoy spending time with you," she quickly corrected herself. When did the world start spining so fastly? And why was she seeing nothing but a sheet of black? Maybe it had something to do with that smile of his, or perhaps the fact that he said he enjoyed spending time with her, and wanted to do it more often. Whatever the reason, Farah found herself unconscious, a light smile tugging at her lips.


Trevor blinked rapidly, reaching out to catch her as she collapsed. He let out a soft sigh. She must not be taking care of herself, if she went around fainting like this. Well, she could have had Kiko's problem, too, he supposed. Either way, he easily lifted her up, and carried her back to the dorms. He was certain Kari would look after her.