Livius Invidia

Light was just pouring to the bedroom. Livius put his right hand over his forehead, trying to stop some of it from getting in his eyes. He looked over at the man lieing in his bed next to him. "Ah, Right..." He muttered to himself. Livius remembered he was pretending to be someone's mother. But not just anybody's mother. Jenny Colours. Of course she had no idea who she was, but Livius was no fool.

He stood up and shook out his long red hair. Then with a jealous look, stared down at the man who was supposed to be his husband. "Baka.." He muttered and walked to the restroom. He pulled at the bra he had on and stared at himself. "Terrible" He muttered. It was 7:45 AM, time for him to go wake Jenny for school.

Livius pulled on a tight satin dress and ran his fingers through his hair. From the bedroom he could hear his so called husband, Riley, waking up. He called to him. "Riley honey, I'm going to need your car today. I'm dropping Jenny off at school today."

"mmff... Alright, I guess I'll call Justin to take me to work." He said standing up and walking into the bathroom. He instantly whipped his dick out and started peeing. Livius smiled and walked out. Once he was out, he scowled.

"Filthy pig," He muttered and walked to Jenny's room. Without knocking Livius entered. "Jenny! Time to get up! Mommy's taking you to school today~" Livius walked over to the windows and opened them, allowing lots of sunlight to pour in. "I will be waiting downstairs, Making breakfast."

Livius flicked the poor teen in the head and walked out. He was smiling and pranced downstairs into the kitchen. Once in there, he whipped up 3 plates full of Bacon, Eggs, Ham, and Muffins. Livius started snacking on it as he watched Riley leave out for work. Now all he was waiting for was Jenny.

[I just came up with a Name for the husband, and Justin is just and NPC that is Riley's friend O-O]

Jenny Colours

Jenny was dreaming sweet dreams. An extreme shopping trip with her friends, a makeover at one of the best salons in town, a trip to a little bistro where they feasted on the best delicious deserts it had to offer, followed by a concert and backstage passes for one of the hottest bands on the radio. If only that would really happen. She hoped one day something like that would. At least she still had that. The tiny brunette was startled from her dreams as she felt a flick on her forehead. She winced and opened her eyes, the sunlight catching in them, just in time to see her mom closing the door. "Ah," she said sleepily, rubbing her eyes, "mommy's taking me to school today. How nice." She smiled.

She hopped out of the covers and stretched, took her clothes from the door and put them on, braided her shoulder length brown hair at the front, leaving it down in the back, and tied ribbons at the ends of the braids. This is how she always went to school, ever since she was little. Her mom used to always braid her hair for her, but when Jenny got older she began to prefer to do it herself. But mom still did the best braids, at least in Jenny's mind.

When she was done getting ready, she pranced downstairs. The smell of ham, muffins, and... eggs, warmly greeted her. "Good morning!" She shouted merrily, as always. "Smells great!" She scooted the chair that was beside her mom out from underneath the table and plopped down in it. "Riley left already," she asked, as her hand shot out for her juice, she took a quick drink and sighed at the refreshing feeling. "Aw. Too bad. Wanted to wish him a good day." Jenny started breaking apart her muffin and popping pieces in her mouth, savoring each and every taste of the blueberries that she loved. But she didn't have that much time. Couldn't be late. "So?" She asked as she ate. "What are you doing today mom?" Jenny was almost done eating, she looked at the clock. Good thing mom never ate too much.

Yuu Min

The train sped along its tracks in front of him, before coming to a quick and screeching stop. Yuu watched as all those before him rushed in, pushing each other as they tried to squeeze into the tiny doorway. A cloud of purple and blue smoke floated up around all of them, something only Yuu could see. It just started to get stronger recently. More profound. And he found it sort of disorienting. He finally boarded, but he had to stand because all of the seats were taken. The train smelled like sweat and morning breath. Nice.

Yuu sighed. Such a hassle just to get to school. He used to live right down from it before his dad changed police districts. Luckily, Yuu didn't have to change schools. But the commute was pretty exhausting.

Even by train, it took about thirty minutes just to get to his desired station. He exited the building with the rest of the crowd, and walked down the sidewalks. Some shady characters loitered around the alleyways. Even in broad daylight. They had some guts. Their aura's were pretty dark too. Yuu had the urge to go and have a little "chat" with them... but he couldn't. Not that he wanted to start trouble, he just had a hunch that they would (something he had secretly been hoping for). Didn't want to get bloodstains on his uniform after all.

He finally got to his school. Pretty, early actually. Even though he had a long commute, Yuu usually just woke up when his father left for work. So he got a little head start. He walked through the doors and headed to his locker, where he changed out his shoes. He turned around and leaned against it. Still had some time. He closed his eyes. Too bad he couldn't sleep standing up.

Yuki Caritas

A small breeze blew, the suddenly cold air awoke her from sleep. " Eh? I could of sworn I closed the window..." sitting up in her bed she looked over to her right at the window, sure enough it was closed...how odd. Not lingering on it for to long she got up from her bed and got dressed into her school uniform that was neatly placed on her desk's chair. After putting on the uniform she walked out of her room and into the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bread and eating it. Yuki was not a breakfast person, she never had the time to really make it...so adapted without it. A lovely morning, the sun is shining nicely to day. she thought just as she finished her short breakfast.

Gathering her things and placing them in her bag, she headed out of the apartment and locked the door behind her. It was the average day for her, but this time her father didn't call; most likely due to work. " I wonder what today could bring~ Hopefully nothing to hectic." rushing to catch the next train she came across a man who was playing the guitar, he was raising money it had seemed. Walking over she dropped in some spare change into the jar, giving a soft smile before rushing again to catch the train. By the nick of time she was able to catch it, it was quite crowded and didn't smell the greatest either.

Arriving at her destination, she walked onto the campus of her school. Yuki got to her locker and exchanged her shoes, after closing her locker is when she realized something. " Oh no...I think I gave most of my lunch money to that man playing guitar." leaning her head against the locker she sighed, she was looking forward to a good lunch. Seems she would have to buy something cheaper and not as satisfying " Well, he looked happy...so it was worth it." she smiled.

Mia Sorrento

Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out.

Mia calmly in the middle of her room. She was meditating, something she felt was very important to her. She had gotten into the habit a long time ago, and she just never saw a reason to stop doing it. It let her focus inside and stay calm. That was what she needed to do, stay calm. If she let herself get too worked up all the time, then bad things could happen. Sure, she had let herself get close, but she had never really felt that she lost control of her situation and herself. And for her, that was a huge plus.

She roused herself for the meditative state to hear her father calling down to her. Breakfast had been ready awhile ago, apparently, and he was just about to leave for work. He had needed to work hard since coming to Japan, that was for sure. He was not a native Japanese speaker, and his daughter, who had learned Japanese from her senseis while she had been first beginning Taidō, was a much better speaker than he was. She was perfectly fluent, while his speech was decidedly lacking. Luckily for them both, he was also a very smart man, so he had been hired even with such lousy Japanese. Sometimes it was necessary to count your blessings to make sure you really saw them.

Mai gave her father a quick hug as he ran out the door and sat down to eat her breakfast. It was a simple meal of cheap rice and bacon (a strange combination by any measure), and it only took maybe 5 minutes for her to be done with it. After she was, she cleaned up, got dressed, then headed on out for school. It was a nice day out (although maybe a little cool, compared to the Mediterranean climate she was used to), and it was also very quiet. It was too early for too much traffic or people to be arriving, so the world was almost silent. She could hear the birds chirping, the wind blowing, and even her own footsteps as she walked the beaten path to the school. It would be a good day.

Once on campus, she made her way to the lockers to switch out her shoes for slippers. She hadn't entirely gotten used to this Japanese tradition, but when in Rome, do as the Romans do, right? She saw a few people there as she placed her shoes carefully in the locker. One looked like he was about to fall asleep, while the other looked very content with herself, in the good way. There was still a little while before she had to get to class, so she walked out front, placed her bookbag down, and took out a book to begin reading under one of the blossoming sakura trees. Yeah, this really was going to be a nice day...

Lustra Vanity

Lustra's motorcycle roared through the alley, echoing against the walls. "The sooner I get there, the sooner I can out of his damned blistering sun." She mumbled to herself, sliding the shade down on her helmet and driving faster. The road she was on now was completely bare. Nothing but dirt and sun. Every now and then she'd pass a gas station, or the occasional broken-down car.

As she sped down the road, a group of men whistled in her direction. Slowly she stopped the bike, pulling her helmet off as she lifted her leg over the seat. She was dressed in tight dark jeans, with a leather jacket strapped around her torso. She was tall and thin, with long legs and large breasts. She flipped her metallic blonde hair as she held the helmet on her hip, taking long strides towards the men.

A few whistles filled the air and one man stepped forward. "Hey baby! Nice legs~" He had a thick accent and reeked of whiskey and cigarettes. "When do they open, huh?" He laughed, along with his gang. Lustra smirked and stepped close to him in an intimate way. The man reached around her and grabbed her ass. "Sorry, there are no services today." She smiled, holding a gun to his cheek. The man froze in fear. A gunshot echoed through the empty skies, followed by screaming and cursing as the dead man's fans booked it.

Lustra climbed back on her motorcycle and continued down the empty dirt road, hoping soon to reach her destination. She hated the sun. She hated this world. It reeked of human. She patted her black motorcycle. "We're almost there, baby." The motorcycle roared louder as it sped quickly down the road, spitting dirt behind it. "That was the sixth one today.." She sighed. "It's such a burden having to waste my time on this scum."

As the sky began darkening, Lustra pulled over, finally at her destination. She climbed off of her motorcycle and set her helmet down on the seat. "Come on Kicha." She held her hand out. The helmet popped into a small purple satin bow, while the motorcycle began shifting shapes and shrinking until it formed a small black kitten, the purple bow around it's neck. The kitten jumped onto Lustra's hand and climbed onto her shoulder, meowing. "I know, I know." She turned to a row of medium-sized houses, lining each side of the street. "My ass still hurts from the ride here." She laughed as she walked along the sidewalk.

Lucius Sloth

Life on Earth sucked. The people around him were boring. The school he was supposed to attend looked boring. His apartment was, you guessed it, also boring. It was so boring It actually put sloth to sleep. Of course, that was the default mode for him. It took a lot of provocation to get him out of bed. Perhaps the other sins would be successful in doing so later. Then a box arrived at the door, which seemed odd. Sloth managed to get up put o bed and trudge over to the door half asleep, half dressed. He glanced through the peephole, and saw a plain, unmarked package, void of any text or anything to mark who it might be for. He quickly opened the door, crouched, and picked the pure white box up in his hands. Several seconds later he had kicked his door shut, and gone to his kitchen to fetch a knife to open his new found acquisition. After ten minutes of stabbing the box vigorously, Sloth produced another box. It had a note attached to it. A quick skim caused him to smirk. The content of the box was a new gaming console that had come out recently. The intent was clear. Sloth would need something to keep him active instead of sleeping like he normally did. This would provide the means for just that...

Anticipation was not something Sloth normally liked feeling, it kept him awake. He quickly found something to do, after all if he had been given something to keep him occupied it meant he wasn't to sleep on the job. He quickly found a cookbook which he assumed gluttony would enjoy, and flipped through looking at the pictures. He was starting to get hungry, so he looked through his kitchen and found the ingredients for on of the recipes, and then cooked it. It was...rather enjoyable, something Sloth would have hated to admit. As he ate he planned his day. He had school today. The though made his eyes shoot up to his clock with horror. "Holy Hell I'm late!" He roared with a mouthful of food. He quickly got dressed in his school uniform, and burst down the road. Worst first day as a mortal ever...

Mamaki Stone


Step by step Mamaki took in small paces as she walked the streets of japan in her yukata, she hadn't the chance to wear one in nearly a century, she thought now that she was in Japan she should indulge and wear one of her many belongings. The street she walked on was busy with school children making their way to class the late ones sprinting past her incredibly fast compared to her strolling.

Eventually Mamaki reached the gate of what would seem to be a school, she looked at it cocking her head to the side, "Of all places for my charge to be it would be a school, that means they are young, dear sasha" she moved her hand to pet the small white mouse that sat comfortable on her shoulder. At the gate a female student saw Sasha and screamed clutching their bag as they ran away inside the school. Mamaki only watched her run away curiously "A girl who is scared of mice? I have had many of those" she said thoughtfully thinking of the past victims to her power.

"I wonder how it is I shall find my charge? Do you have any ideas dear Sasha" she rubbed the mouses head with her fingers, the mouse simply sniffled its nose in a twitchy mannor her whiskers brushing against Mamaki's cheek making her smile "That tickles dear Sasha" she allowed the mouse to walk onto the back of her hand as she bought the mouse infront of her vision. "I suppose you are right, I can only hope to feel their presence" her eyes were lacking in emotion as her soul valued little where as her mouth brimmed into a decieving grin of her reality.

Avery Calypso Ira

A nearly incessant stream of complaints, oaths, and general imprecations issued from Avery's mouth as she kicked her way - admittedly immature, but who's going to tell Wrath no? - along the street. With no interest in mortals (unless she could hit them), responsibility (no extenuating circumstances), or anything even remotely smacking of being ordered around, the petite Sin was about as cranky as a person can be and still not have her head explode. To add to that, she had to suffer the irksome indignity of going to find Pride and get specific instructions from him about how to approach her target before just acting. Apparently, after her "little performance" with, oh, everyone it was a bad idea to piss off, Avery was "no longer trusted" to "make good choices".

"I'm going to disembowel the next person I see," she promised the air, "and leave them all strung up like a terrorist warning. Be funny, to watch all the little civil people scrambling around, trying to figure out what does that. Nothing in this world." Snickering, Avery continued along her walk, ripping things casually in half whenever someone gave her even the slightest odd look. The casualties were starting to get ridiculous, as a hedge, eight blackberry vines, two separate mailboxes, and an entire tree had falling victim to Wrath's trigger-irritability in the space of maybe five minutes. If you wanted to be generous.

"Fierte, where are you!" she screamed ineffectually at the sky, red hair brushing between her wings as sharp teeth pointed skyward. "I hate this. I am so ripping someone in half when I find him. Maybe Faith. Then we won't have to worry about sending him to hell. Problem god damn solved." Of course, had she thought of it, Avery could have just exerted a little bit of power to try and find another Sin, who might know about Pride's location. Instead, though, another sapling fell victim to Avery's irritability. And she felt no better for it.

Trinity Ayperos

"Latoso" Trinity put a hand over his mouth as he yawned, he wondered why the hell he had to go and attend this school. Wouldn't it be a lot easier to just meet them after school? It would certainly be much more convenient than going to the school, for what reason was unknown. Trinity already hated Japan, he originally came from Spain but had to move here due to the Virtues all being here. He lent back against the breakfast bar and lit up a cigarette, blowing the harsh smoke out in the air. The amount of cigarettes Trinity would get through a day, it was enough to make a normal human die from heart disease within a few days. But it had no affect on Trinity what so ever.

He span himself around and lent his elbows on the breakfast bar, it wouldn't matter if he ate something before he left would it? He was already running a little late. Would a glass of wine calm him down? He sighed, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and tapping the access ash into a silver ash tray. He stood up straight again, still keeping the cigarette in his hand, he walked over to the fridge. It was large and metal, double doors too, compact with food of all different cultures and tastes. He pulled out a large box of eggs and cooked four of them in a frying pan. Along with some ramen, vegetables and toast.

Good thing about it was, Trinity, no matter how much he ate, he would never put on weight. He loved food and would enjoy food from around the world at every meal. He was a brilliant cook as well, could cook almost everything, providing he knew how to.

After finishing the meal he downed a glass of wine before heading out the door, already on his third cigarette today. He trudged along the pathway, not even attempting to make it in time to the school. By the time he had gotten there he had gotten through another 2 cigarettes, he was early and Trinity cursed in his mind, no matter how much he attempted to...he was always early.

Lighting up another cigarette he walked over to the steps leading up into the school, however he stopped, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a girl, reading under the cherry blossom. It was a calming sight, peaceful and delicate to look upon. Almost what you'd imagine a goddess to be doing if they came down to Earth. Trinity was rather intrigued by the girl and walked over to her. "Cigarette?" he held out the pack of cigarettes to her, whilst blowing out another cloud of grey smoke. Defiantly ruining the atmosphere now. He was able to speak Japanese as well as a little English, he had picked it up from the countless restaurants he would visit.

Zane Nage

Zane struggled to get out of his bed sheet, it seemed he had tangled himself in it. The bed sheet fell onto the floor of his apartment, Zane fell cluelessly off the bed and onto the carpet, his long streaky black hair covered his whole head. He slowly got up and walked to the closet, he choose a white shirt, and jacket along with some black slacks. He also took the red ring that his grandfathers gave him at a young age and the a tag from his dead father. He rushed into the bathroom and did his normal hygiene duties. Once he finshed Zane walked out and poured himself a glass of milk and cereal. Not wanting to waste any time he devoured the food then took his backpack and headed to school.

As Zane walked throught the streets and to the subway, he felt as if he forgotten to do something. The commute to school was a long and boring one, Zane thought that he was going be late to school. He watched as the train stopped at his stop. He ran out the door toward the school hurrying past the crowd.

Once Zane arrived on school grounds he walked calmly as not to attract attention to himself. He walked to his locker and placed his shoes into it and walked to his classroom. He was pretty much bored cause he finshed the book he was reading and hadn't had time to check something else out. Seeing that nothing was going on Zane stood right outside the door patiently waiting for school to begin.

Joshua Morikabe

Sunlight seeped through the cracks in the defenses of window blinds, invading the dark world that was Joshua Morikabe's bedroom. Light raced across the floor like a tidal wave and marched up the ramparts of the king sized bed opposite the window. It swarmed on the balled up figure wrapped in the bed's soft, blue comforter causing it to stir from its nightly slumber. Josh let out a colossal yawn as he slowly opened his eyes and stretched his arms out above him. He flung the comforter off him and kicked his legs over the side of his bed as he rubbed his eyes sleepily. He yawned once more as he rose to his feet and traversed the master bedroom to the small bathroom adjacent to it like a hunched over zombie.

A twist of faucets and the pull of a metal switch and warm water rushed from his shower head, breaking the early morning silence. He chucked his boxers in the corner and stepped into the already steaming mist of his morning shower. He went through his normal washing routine as the water woke him from his half awakened state. Josh turned off the faucets and stepped from the shower grabbing the towel from the rack to his left. He dried himself off and ran the towel through his hair as he walked over to the mirror above his sink. Josh wiped the fog from the mirror and blinked at his reflection as he recalled yesterday's events. It had been a nightmare. He'd gotten off his plane in Tokyo expecting to find his foreign exchange family waiting to pick him up. Instead he got two of the staff from the school he was going to go to in Kyoto.

The first man was the school's short and stubby principal, Morisato Arita. His rounded out belly reminded Josh of an overstuffed dinner roll. The toupee on his heady and his pudgy face didn't help his appearance any either. The man with him was the school guidance councilor, Ishida Ryo. He was a stark contrast to the principal next to him standing at what Josh presumed to be at least six three. His long, black hair, handsome features, and filled out frame made him look more like a model than a guidance councilor.

After meeting the two men Josh came to find out that he wouldn't be staying with a sponsoring family due to some extenuating circumstances. Instead he got a third story, two bedroom apartment all to himself. After everything Josh was just glad he didn't have to pay rent and utilities. It was the least the school could do the principal had told him, but groceries were entirely dependent on Josh. If he wanted to eat he'd have to get a part time job. Josh just sighed at himself in the mirror as he opened his medicine cabinet and retrieved his tooth brush. He brushed his teeth, took a swig of mouth wash, and headed back into his bedroom. Josh hadn't really had time to unpack everything last night so he had to rummage through his luggage to find something to wear. He decided on a white t-shirt and a pair of black pants. He shrugged the shirt on, tugged the pants up his legs, and went to search for a pair of socks. He pulled them on and headed for the door where he slipped into his shoes. Josh pulled on his trench coat and slipped out the door. School didn't start for a few days, so today would be spent looking for a job Josh decided. He sighed again. "Great, first day in Kyoto and I'm looking for work instead of taking in the sights. How the hell did I get screwed over so bad?" he muttered to himself as he made his way down the stairwell.

Lustra slid the window open and climbed into an empty apartment. "What a shame.." She sighed, peeking around the room. "Looks like my kids gonna be a boring one." Opening doors and lifting things, Lustra searched around the room for something interesting. She looked out the window and watched Joshua as he left the building. "I'm always late." She sighed and continued her search for something to do. She got on her knees and looked under the bed. "Not even any dirty mags." She frowned. The floor was spotless. "No erotica, hentai, not even porno tapes." Lustra said with a disappointed expression. She opened the drawers. "No condoms." She flipped on the television. "Nothing past pg 13." She began to sound more irritated. She opened the fridge and looked inside. "Not even any alcohol. That's it. This loser must be completely innocent." She got up and walked into the other room. On a small table was a lonely celebrity magazine, placed by the staff for entertainment purposes. She picked it up and laid on Joshua's bed, flipping through the pages. "Mortals.." She mumbled, looking at the skanky wardrobe of American celebrities. "They just can't pull it off." She continued flipping through the pages. Suddenly an annoying high pitched voice came through the TV. It was some public series about high school students and their dreams to become super star singers. Lustra growled and held her hand out. Kicha took the form of a gun and landed in Lustra's hand. Lustra aimed the gun at the TV. It made a loud noise as she fired it at the screen, silencing the annoying singers. "Much better." She mumbled, flipping to the next page.