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Ryori Miki

This needs more sugar! It's not sweet enough!

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a character in “The Perfect Race”, as played by SunniBunny


Name:Ryori Miki 料理 美貴 (Ryori means "Cooking", Miki means "Priceless Beauty.")

Nickname: Ryori Takashi (Cross-dressing name (貴 can be read as Takashi)), Yoshiki (Another way of spelling her name is 美樹, which can also be read as Yoshiki), Yoshi (Yoshiki in short)

Role: Ningen no Kami Female 1- Culinary

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance: Miki tends to have a warm expression often and dresses in bright, modern-style western clothing. She is always seen with food/soda and always has a few self defense weapons on her. Her favorite weapon is her chain whip in which the handle has a hidden knife. When dressed in dressy clothing, she makes use of her accessories, chains are used to tie, necklaces to choke and restrict, heels to stab, etc. Miki carries herself in a carefree, yet protected manner, and tends to have a gloomy expression from time to time, but mostly keeps up with a forced, yet natural, smile. Miki's eyes are a muted grey-blue and her hair goes down to her waist, ending in a slightly curled unscathed end. Miki is a Eurasian, half-French, half-Vietnamese, her embryo donors being that one of them is full-French and the other partially French, mostly Vietnamese. Miki is well known for always keeping great posture, which is what makes her fighting not only above average, but picturesque. It's normal to see Miki's face smeared with sort of unknown spice or cream, since she's constantly fiddling around in the kitchen, making new recipes. But no matter where she goes, she always carries a small kitchen knife and fork with her. Miki wears her glasses from time to time, but it's not because she has bad vision- that has already been fixed in the Shikenkan- it's so she can wear them to protect her eyes, fool people into thinking she has bad vision, and for fashion. It's rare to see Miki wearing a skirt properly, even if she is in school, since most of the time she would either wear shorts underneath or wear the boys' uniform while cross-dressing.

Love Interest: "Haha, that's a s-e-c-r-e-t! And yes, it's someone in the real world!"

Sense of Fashion: She is mainly seen wearing something flexible, durable, versatile, yet stylish. When cooking, instead of wearing an apron, she would just keep her clothes on, unless it really is required. She mainly wears hoodies and shorts, either that or a knee length skirt with shorts underneath and weapons strapped to her thighs so she can hide them. Other than that, she can wear basically anything, as long as it isn't obstructive.

Height: 5' 6"

Weight: 127 lbs.

Color: Honey Brown/Chrome Orange

Occupation: Pick-pocket/Odd jobs/Student (Rarely)

* Baking
* Sweets
* Cooking
* Playing the "hero"
* Science
* Sushi
* Candy
* Fighting
* Sparring
* Guns

* Vegetables
* Getting her face hurt
* Redundant stuff
* Anything boring
* Murders
* Being tied up

Fears: Thunder, Being tied up, The entire world ending.

* Baking
* Cooking
* Fighting
* Eating at Patisseries
* Collecting cute pencils
* Collecting compact weapons[/list]

"We need more sugar in this!"
"I'll kill you."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Don't touch me..!"
"We're not as 'perfect' as you think."
"Dinner is served."

Fake Life History: Miki, in her fake life had soft black braided hair and baby blue eyes, the oddest combination for a child with one blonde parent with cerulean eyes and one parent with amber hair and green eyes. She was the silent loner in school with no friends besides the two most outgoing girls in the grade, a total mismatch. The two girls were eventually pulled away from Miki by most of the student body who didn't like Miki's odd appearance and cold demeanor. Miki had an older sister with long, golden, blonde hair that glimmered in the sun like gold, and had crystalline cerulean eyes that were a clear as glass orbs. Her older sister's name was Kaigai Kanzenko, and Miki's name was Kaigai Miki. The cause of Kaigai Miki's muted personality is being outshined by her older sister and not feeling confident because of it. She took refuge in the culinary arts and eventually came to be who she is today, but Kaigai Miki doesn't exist, she was just a fragment of a fake world, only to have the truth shatter down on Ryori Miki. Ryori Miki feels that she should leave her whole fake past behind since she's now in a different world.

Secret: Miki looks like a strong, yet bubbly and bright person, but she's afraid of being restricted and stuck in small places where she's unable to see, and her secret of being a Ningen no Kami being exposed since she's heard of abnormal humans being put in the circus and forced to work under cruel circumstances.

Severity of Faulty Emotions: Since she's left the Shikenkan only 2 years early, she is mainly missing the ability to be able to figure out someone's and her own feelings. Which is basically, extreme denseness. Another undeveloped fault is mercilessness. When beating up a criminal, she doesn't know when to stop, making it more difficult for her to not look like a psycho. She sometimes snaps, a bit too easily, especially when alone, and then go on a ruthless killing spree. She can be a bit bipolar, meaning one minute all cheery, next serious and cold.

Usual Casual Clothing (Not Dressy) | Casual Clothing (Dressy) | Cross-dressing Mode (Takashi-kun)
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Ryori Miki's Story

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The cicadas noisily buzzed as a silent, gloomy girl treaded down the grey concrete of Chiba, Japan. She glanced at the strange black gaps in the sidewalk and walls through her soda-cap glasses. She gingerly stretched her toe towards the gap until the shrill of her phone reminded her of her living hell, home. She meekly entered the passcode to her dated iPhone 4 to her screen, which had read, 5:34 PM, July 19th, 2014. A text message Kanzen-nee. She drearily tapped on the notification, and read the message. Hey Miki! What did you put in your chocolate chip muffins to give it that crispy taste! My friends are waiting! Hurry and text me back! Or else they'll know it's not my baking! o(>__<)o Miki sighed and muttered to herself, "Why can't you let me have any praise..?" She quickly texted back, I just added a bit more water than the recipe called for to keep it moist. Miki ambled on and while consumed deep in thought, she accidentally stepped into a gap, giving herself a brief fright, and then recomposed herself, lifting her leg out of the gap, only to see her foot gone. She began to scream in horror, and the high-pitched noise came back. Before she knew it, everything behind began disappearing away. Miki jumped up, adrenaline rushing through her blood at full speed, and dashed around the corner. That street was starting to disappear too. No..! No! This must be a nightmare! This can't be real..! She halted and finally thought to herself, This isn't real. Soon enough, everything around her vanished, only leaving the chunk of asphalt and her body, minus her foot. Miki looked down and shrieked in terror once again. "No..! This is way too real to be fake! NO!" She desperately clawed the nothingness that was above her, in hope that she could find a way out. She bitterly gave and and watched as her own hand began to perish before her own eyes. "Haha, this world is so f*cked up." And those were her last words of Kaigai Miki.

Something cold made goosebumps rise to the young teenage girl's pale porcelain skin. Her bright blue-grey eyes fluttered open to a... distorted room? She reached out, her extremely long hair that piled up on the floor rustled, sending air to the surface. Wait what?! The confused and startled girl jumped towards what looks like a door, only to smash head-first into cold glass. At first, she was taken aback, and pounded on the glass, but then she felt something else. Something slithered against.. that area. She shrieked, letting out bubbles from her mouth, letting them rise to the surface, and looked down. A-A-Am I naked?! A-And..! I have a perfect body! And I have blonde hair! No scars, no fat, I actually have boobs, and my legs are f*cking long! She thought to herself, peppy and jittery. Then the fact that she was naked finally smacked her in the head and she grabbed her freakishly long hair and wrapped it around herself, but let it billow out at the bottom so she could move. After tying a large bow to hold her hair together, she floated over to the glass wall of the tube and peered at the red letters. 5:45 AM, Friday, January 6th, 2073. 2073?! What the hell?! She looked down and gazed at the soft blue light that enveloped her in the mysterious water. She looked around in the room and noticed other blue tubes, with other people in there too! She was at first, taken aback, and then noticed that there were two other girls and three other boys, who all were also awakening in terror. Her face lit up as she began pounding and shouting out towards the others. Why do I act and feel so different? The thought briefly appeared in her mind and was shoved to the back of her head.

The girl pounded until her fists hurt, and slumped back to the bottom, sitting down. She looked up and noticed that there was a surface. A way out! She excitedly swam to the top with an abundance of effort, for some reason, this water didn't seem to have any buoyancy, and clasped onto the edge, only to be met with a terrifying wave of electricity. She briefly jerked back, and then grabbed it again, resisting the pain greatly. She lifted herself up, her hair unraveling in the process, and opened the sliding lid halfway, so she can rest on it. As she sat on the lid, the first thing that had hit her nose was the strong smell of antiseptic. She nearly gagged and covered her nose. Her bare butt felt something on the lid, and she slid over a bit to see what it was. She focused on the engraving that read: SHIKENKAN F01 - RYORI MIKI. The girl pointed at herself and took a minute to absorb what she had just read. "My name... Is Ryori Miki...?" It had appeared that her past life was just foggy memories that swam somewhere in the unknown parts of her head, wandering endlessly and waiting to be found. "Ryori... Miki....." She silently said to herself. Ryori Miki looked at the bewildered people of her kind and glanced at the chrome plaque on the wall.

Ningen no Kami is the name of the new species of humans that are sleeping dormant in these tubes right now. They have been in these tubes since they were embryos and will awaken once they have reached the age of eighteen. These tubes are called Shikenkan and are basically their mothers' wombs. Ningen no Kami are the "perfect humans" that excel in everything,and specialize in up to five things. They have been genetically altered to look flawless and beautiful in every aspect, and will be used as our organization's successors in order to plot the next revolution, making Japan the world's ruler. Like in Las Vegas, What happens in here, stays in here.

Miki sat there, stiff, unwilling to move from the shocking truth. "I'm... not... human... Wow, that's really hard to believe, but I guess that's the truth.. Right?" She blankly re-wrapped herself loosely and hopped off of the top of her "mother." She pressed her fingertips against the cold glass and silently muttered, "Goodbye 'mother'." She could still feel her body warmth in through the glass and impulsively climbed back to the lid, this time, she slid it shut and trailed her long delicate fingers across the engraving. "I wonder where are my real parents..?"

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Peaceful piano music sounded through the air of the quiet apartment. The plush room was empty, its comfortable sofas and luxurious beds remaining unoccupied. The two main occupants of the room was gone, off at some concert. Their daughter, their beloved daughter, had been feeling a little ill, and so had stayed home instead of accompanying them. For some reason, she had been seeing random black splotches across her vision in certain places, but before she could look again, they were gone.

The girl felt that something was wrong, even though she couldn't put her finger on it. She decided to play her piano to take her mind off of it, but no matter what, she couldn't concentrate. Black flashed across the white keys, confusing her and ruining her songs. The sunlight streaming through the window suddenly took on a hellish red hue, bathing the apartment in crimson light. The sky flashed from blue to jet black, as though it had become night time in an instant. But when she blinked, it was gone.

"Am I going insane?" The girl wondered aloud, rubbing her head before attempting the song again. No luck. Yet again, her fingers moved to the wrong keys - it was so hard to play by sight when the appearance of the keys changed at random! This was so frustrating! Slamming her hands down angrily on the keys, she resolved to go get something to eat, then take a nap. Maybe things would clear up a-

A scream tore through the air as the girl fell backward, staring in horror at the stumps that were once her hands. The darkness was spreading from the keys, it was trying to devour her whole! No, no, no, no, this was a dream, it couldn't be happening!

Another scream. Oh no, it had gotten her leg, she had to escape, she had to get away! She desperately crawled across the floor as it faded to black right behind her. She had reached the door, if she could just get out-

No, no, no! Without her leg, she couldn't stand high enough to open it. The darkness was coming coming coming coming-

She bashed against the door, screaming incoherently for help. No one responded. The darkness was right behind her now, she had to get away! Desperately, she turned to her only avenue of escape - the window. Dragging herself across the ground as the darkness crawled up the stumps of her arms and leg, she hurled herself through the glass, shards of the substance tearing painfully into her skin - but she couldn't worry about that now. The darkness was right behind her, even if the fall would probably kill her, she had to get away!

It was useless. She screamed in terror to find the very sky cloaked in darkness, looming over her as though to swallow her up. Like some terrible nightmare abomination from beyond the world she knew, the darkness closed in for the kill, and her body was sucked up. She struggled to the last, screaming and thrashing and fighting - all in vain. She could not escape.

"Mother! Father! Help me!" She screamed as the darkness crawled across her once beautiful face, devouring it. The last thing she saw was that horrible blackness, darker than the darkest night, consuming her form and sending her plummeting helplessly into its shadows...

The girl lurched awake, thrashing about wildly. Suddenly, what surrounded her was water, not darkness. Maddened by fear, she thrashed about wildly, trying to carry herself out of the liquid. Agony tore through her body as electricity jolted through her prison, but she cared not. Hauling herself out, she rolled up on top of the tube, looking around frantically to discern where she was.

She was not at home, wherever she might have been. As her panic subsided, she noticed several things - firstly, she was in some sort of laboratory. Secondly, she was stark naked. Thirdly, she was in the same room as several other people. On instinct, she folded her arms over her chest, curling up on top of the tube and crawling backward, hoping not to be seen. What was happening?! Where was she?!

Then, she noticed a few other things. She wasn't embarrassed. She wasn't even afraid anymore. This discovery should have frightened her more than anything else, but she couldn't help but feel... empty. It was as though she couldn't feel anything at all.

Filling herself with a cold, logical rationality, she examined the room around her. She noticed the plaque, as well as the name written on her own tube. "T01 - Hitori Ayumu."

So... she wasn't Human. That meant that the memories she still had must have been some sort of dream meant to prepare her for the real world. She could understand that, she supposed. Well, the next steps obviously would be to find out where she was, to get some clothes so as to blend into society, and to discover exactly what the real world was really like. It didn't seem like anyone was here, which meant she would just have to find them.

Crawling down from the top of her tube, she dropped softly to the floor. Although she wasn't embarrassed, per say - she couldn't feel any emotions at the moment, after all - she still covered herself as best she could with her arms. She had been taught by her past experiences that showing herself like this was not socially acceptable, which meant it was something she must not do.

"Hello," She greeted coolly. "Did you all just wake up here, too?"

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Miki turned around, her virgin hair soaked in the mysterious liquid slapped the Shikenkan and slid down to the immaculate floor as she turned. Looks like everyone's out. She noticed that a person- she couldn't exactly figure out anyone's sex at the moment, for it was too dark and the only lighting was the ominous blue glowing Shikenkans which barely helped enough to figure out her surroundings. The person appeared to have a deep, yet playful violet hair color, which had also grown ridiculously long. The person walked up to her and finally broke the silence, besides the sounds of the sloshing in the Shikenkans, and looked up at the girl. "We need to get out of here." She was taken aback by the deep voice, all she's heard so far was her girl-voice, so of course she'd be surprised. So there's a boy.. I should greet him! She sat there for a moment with a blank face, and finally burst out, "Hi! Nice to meet you! I'm Miki, written with the characters 'beautiful' and 'precious'. Haha, conceited much, aren't I? What's your name?" A sudden hollow sound of impact broke through the conversation, followed by another male voice, deeper than the purple-haired boy. "This not my mother." Her eyes darted to the source of the voice and found another person in the faint, blue darkness. He had jet-black hair, of course its outrageously long too. "Is it me or is there only boys-" A silent slap of water interrupted, followed by another voice, this time, female. "Hello," Miki turned towards the relaxed voice and let out a sigh of relief. "Did you all just wake up here too?" "Ah-ha. So there is another female!" Miki smiled brightly in the dim room. "Nice to meet cha!" She stopped when she heard a girl mutter bitterly about something.. Perfection? Miki turned towards the quiet voice to see a girl with silver hair that shone in the eerie blue light. "Hi there!" she shouted out to the shining pair of metallic-purple eyes that penetrated the darkness. "What's your name? You should join us here!" She yelled, oblivious about the approaching late-night research scientist. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw yet another person. The person appeared to have blonde hair, like her. The stranger sat down, the dripping blonde hair rustled along, revealing his chest, confirming that he was a male. "Hey! You should join us!" she waved, not caring that her hair-dress/towel/wrap had slipped when she had turned earlier.

She stood up, too quickly, and slipped off of her "mom", falling down on top of someone. "Ack, sorry about that." She shifted and felt her chest slide smoothly against someone's.. And it was not a girl. Miki, being the dense girl she is, just slid off calmly and asked, "Ah, are you okay? Wait.. Who is this?? I can't really see." The room went silent for a moment, only to let the "newborns" hear the clacking of someone's shoes. The footsteps rose like a crescendo, steadily rising the tension in the room with every step. Just at the zenith of the tension, the sound stopped, and the lights outside flashed on. Miki's heart was practically jumping out of her throat in the suspense. Cold sweat was blending with the mysterious water that she was covered in and slowly slid down across her fair skin, making her shiver. She stared, wide-eyed, at the shadow of the stranger's feet at the door and clung onto the nearest person. She heard the jingling of keys and silent sinister laughing. The loud sound of a giant vault lock rung in her ears, she clung on closer to the person. Adrenaline rushed through her blood, and finally, a shout broke the tension. It came from outside..? "Hey! What are you doing?! This room is to not be disturbed until the next secret tour! Go home before you get killed!" The instant the word "killed" was uttered, Miki heard the sound of shoes taking off at top speed. She sighed in relief as the lights shut off and the room went silent. The clock buzzed, and all of a sudden, some kind of steam filled the air. The Shikenkans appeared to suck them up and the water turned even more blue. Miki jumped and looked at the clock. 6:13 AM. "What?! It's already passed about half an hour?!" Then something finally panged in her head. School. "Ah! Shouldn't we go to school? I wanna go to school! Can I?" she smiled, giddy. She stood there anticipating, her hair covering her important parts, most of her chest, and her "area".

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"Well, aren't you chipper?" The cold, quiet voice rang out through the eerie half-light of the birthing chamber as Ayumu sized up both herself and the people around her. Idly, she noticed that the fact that this girl was so happy had made her feel something, a fact which she took both joy and sorrow in. She was glad that she could feel again - who wouldn't be? It was like fully waking up after a long nightmare. However, what she felt was anger, wondering just how this girl could be so happy now that she had lost everything she had ever thought real. To her, it only served to rub in exactly how much had been taken from her, replaced with this horrifying reality where apparently, both she and the life she had lived before were nothing but artfully engineered fakes. Yes... that was right... She was a Ningen no Kami. She was just a doll meant to look and act like a Human. To be "perfect." Humans were Human because of their flaws. Without them, they were nothing but pretty little dolls to be displayed on shelves, who walked and talked like the perfect little objects they were when you pulled a string, or pushed a button. Then, once they had amused those who played with them, they could just be put back on their little shelves and left to collect dust until someone needed entertainment again. She wondered if that was what was going to happen to her when those people talking outside found out that she was awake.

It's really hard to believe... For the first - what, 15? - years of my life, 85 centimeters was as far as I could reach? And I thought there was a whole world in there... Lies. Nothing but lies. Everything about me is nothing but a lie! My name is a lie. My personality is a lie. My family, my friends, my home, my life... all of my memories are lies as well! The only truth I can grasp is this body. This room around me. But what if all of this is just another lie...?! She thought angrily, resisting the urge to pound her hand against the nearest object, to cry and wail and scream over what she had lost. The only reason she didn't was because she knew it wouldn't do any good. She doubted she could just climb back inside her little tube and fall back into the dream she had just escaped from. No, she had to embrace reality, if that was what this truly was. For now, she just had to calm down, and work on finding out about the "real" world around her.

"Relax. For all we know, there might not even be such a place as 'school,'" Ayumu said quietly. "And even if there was, I doubt we'd just be allowed to stroll out of here. Can't you read the poster on the wall? It says 'what happens here stays here,' doesn't it? I'm pretty sure that includes us, given that this entire facility seems to have been designed to create us. I don't know what kind of fake lives all of you guys were living in those tubes, but I, for one, have read some sci-fi, even if none of it was 'real.'" You could almost hear the air quotes. "I'm Hitori Ayumu. Let's all just introduce ourselves, and then figure out some sort of way to get out of here quiet-like."

And to find some clothes... Augh! This is so embarrassing. To top it all off, did they have to let me wake up naked?! She added mentally.

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Shin turned to see that there were so many other people like him who were awake,Ningen no Kami.Three girls and two guys in fact.So there were a total of six Ningen no Kami...He refused to make any eye contact with them,and did not comply to the other girl with black hair's request to introduce themselves.He turned his attention to the scientist.Shin's face immediately turned into a mask full of loathing.He wasn't pleased with everything.Just as he walked towards the scientist,steam filled the room,and he seemed to suck it up from his pores,as well as his nose.While this was happening,he closed his eyes.When over,he opened his eyes,seemingly unchanged.He approached the scientist again.

"I want out.And I want it NOW." he stated blankly to the scientist. "If you won't comply,I will use force."

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Miki stopped to absorb Ayumu's cold words and then replied, "Well, I for one would want to try to live as a normal human, even if I'm different. Anyways, -nice to meet you..." she paused thinking for a moment and smiled, "A-y-u - c-h-a-n!" She noticed Ayumu was probably wondering about her bright mood, after years of living with a poker-faced family, the least she could do is read body language and tone of voice. "Haha, if you're wondering why the he- I mean the the heck I'm so happy is because I'm finally out of that hellhol- I mean terrible world. And Crow, you seem pretty strong, help me with something." Miki climbed back into her Shikenkan, feeling slightly different as she entered, and then drifted down to the eerie blue light that was attached to the bottom. She took a good look at it and attempted to pry it from the contraption. "Okay, the lights aren't built in, they're just glued in, so could you guys try to pry it off of the Shikenkans for light? And Crow, try looking around the room with your light for a way out." Hmm, this is not just any normal super glue.. Of course, since this is 2073, not 2014. Miki gulped down some of the mysterious liquid and felt something surge up, but then quickly die down.

She scratched at the glue and then noticed a box in the corner, barely visible in the dim lighting. She quickly got out of the tube, avoiding the electrical edge, and flipped open the box. The dull cardboard box contained a piece of paper on the top, and a pile of weapons underneath. She quickly dumped the contents and pulled back her hair. The paper flew up into the humid air, and floated down into Miki's lap. The curious girl peeled the paper off of her thighs and squinted to read it in the eerie blue light.

Congrats! Looks like if you've found this box, then you must be a Ningen no Kami!

Miki stopped and stared at that one sentence in shock. [i]What..?!
She continued to read in the dim light and felt a dagger cut into her leg slightly.

I know what you're thinking, What the hell?! How...?! Psh, don't worry! I'm your supporter! And the reason why I know you, a Ningen to Kami found it is because I've secretly injected a drug that allows you to see items that I've specially crafted in order for only select few to be able to see! But no worries, the weapons are visible, the box is not! Anyways, I cannot reveal my identity, but I am always going to watch you. -Sōzōnushi

Crimson blood trickled quietly down the girl's leg, creating a small puddle. The mysterious water that was in her hair dripped onto the wound and the would closed instantly and healed without a trace. What the...?! Miki shook off the newly-learned knowledge and picked up the dagger that was stained with her blood and swiftly jumped back into the Shikenkan, scratching and cutting at the glue until the light popped off. Miki resurfaced and cut off the electricity, making it easier to access the Shikenkan. Miki stared at her outrageously long hair, which was only being an obstacle, and shrugged it off. The pile of weapons sat there, still untouched sitting next to the small puddle of blood. Her eyes immediately darted to a dark chrome chain with a weird object on the end, and she impulsively pulled it from the pile. The object had four adjustable holes to place the fingers in and a switch to flip open a curved blade which wrapped around the knuckles. Perfect. She curiously pressed another button, in which the sleek chain morphed itself into a chain of blades which sliced a part of her leg in the process. "What the-!" She quickly probed at the button again, which morphed it into a chain with protruding needles, which stabbed her leg once again. "Ouch!" Pressing the button once again made it into it's sleek chrome self. Miki tied the light to her chain and retracted the chain enough to hold onto the light.

She rummaged through the countless pile of weapons and found yet another box. She opened the box and emptied the contents once again. There were six small bottles that appeared to have necklace chains attached to each. Each bottle had it's own color: one shone with light shades of red, darkening at the bottom, topped with a scarlet ribbon, another glimmered in a warm chrome orange with a tiny golden star charm that dangled from the neck of the bottle, another that was clear, yet foggy, and glowed in an silvery ivory color, and a small, clear, crystal ball dangled from the neck by a silver thread. Another set seemed simple, yet pretty, one that was a opaque blue with specks of pink camouflaging in the glass, another was a blazing opaque red, another that was a mysterious opaque jet black, yet it still glowed a deep violet. Miki plucked the orange one instinctively and hung it around her neck comfortably. She dived into her Shikenkan to heal her wounds and noticed her bottle actually trying to float in the anti-buoyant water. "I should probably keep some of this healing water..." she mumbled to herself as she popped off the lid. Soon enough, the bottle was vacuuming up the entire Shikenkan and she shut it quickly so she could climb out. "What the.. How in the world can this little bottle which is as small as my finger fit so much water?!" Miki began to see odd green waves of light radiating from the walls of the Shikenkan and finally figured out the puzzle. "So it's not the water that's giving that surge, but those rays! Either way, those rays must mean no good.." Miki curiously wandered to the Shikenkan next to hers, and read the owner's name: Susumu Riku. The blonde guy? She opened her bottle inside of his water, and nothing happened; it didn't even empty out! She sat on the rim, avoiding the electricity, befuddled. She opened it and looked her quarter-empty Shikenkan, noticing the water was beginning to weakly make it's way to the bottle. Is this bottle supposed to be for me?! Miki shut the bottle and the water ceased to move. The girl scurried to the pile of bottles and randomly choose the opaque red one, popping it open and then looking around, to see Susumu Riku's water reacting. "What the f*c-!" she dropped the bottle, surprisingly, it didn't break. Miki stood there, stark-naked with only her hair to cover herself, her light-chain, the bottle in hand, and her dumbfounded face.

[TnevdaNai, umm.. The scientist didn't enter, and the Ningen no Kami are currently locked in the room!]

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"'Ayu-chan?' Alright, I'm going to make one request, and that's never call me by that stupid nickname again!" Ayumu exploded, glaring at Miki. Being called a trout by this scatterbrained nutcase was just insulting.

She might have fumed a while longer if she hadn't seen Niki rushing over to a small crate in the corner, then repeatedly making exclamations of "ouch!" Wandering over, to Ayumu's surprise, she found a rather large pile of weapons lying around. What the hell was that doing here? Most of them were rather strange. Daggers, spiked chains, and so forth, but one of them caught her eye. It was a curved pole made from black wood, about five feet in total length. About a foot and a half of this length was made up by its rather oversized hilt, while the remaining portion was a skillfully crafted wooden imitation of the curved blade universally affiliated with Japanese swords. She knew what the blade was - a Nagamaki, or at least a wooden imitation of one. While she hadn't specifically trained in that weapon, even in her past life, she had learned enough Aikido to use both a Jo staff and a Bokken. This weapon was sort of like a mash-up between the two, which meant that maybe - just maybe, she might have been able to use it.

"Well, what have we here? Someone clearly doesn't know enough about the sci-fi genre to realize that you don't leave potentially dangerous weapons in the same room as your God-person prototypes," Ayumu said sarcastically, picking up the weapon. To her surprise, when she grasped it by the hilt, a metallic sound greeted her ears, and a blade slid partially out of the wooden sheath which she had previously thought to be the blade itself. This surprised her even more. A real weapon? And of this craftsmanship?

Gently, she removed the weapon from its sheath, looking at it in the faint blue light of the Shikenkan. She smiled approvingly. This would do just fine, if it came to violently breaking out and escaping the compound. Although, she noted, a stark naked girl battling her way out of a secret research facility using an antiquated bit of Japanese weaponry seemed too much like something from some anime to be plausible. Come to think of it, only in fiction would something like that ever work! Whatever guards this place had must have been armed with the latest in weaponry, and given that the current year was decades beyond when she had "lived," there was no way of knowing whether or not they had carbon-freezing death rays, or something cheesy like that. Even if they were still using normal projectile weaponry, a likely muscle-atrophied girl - she'd been suspended motionless in a tank for 15 years! - wielding a nagamaki wouldn't stand a snowball's chance in hell!

She sighed. In short, she was still shafted. She sheathed the blade again and continued looking through the pile. A small object slipped into her hand as she brushed aside a small dagger, careful not to cut herself as the manic klutz before her had done. Raising it, too, into the eerie light, she examined it. It looked to be a small vial of some enigmatic black substance. Glancing up, to her surprise and amazement, she saw Miki sucking up almost all of the liquid inside her own Shikenkan, storing it somehow inside her own tiny flask! Ayumu looked at the small black container with a newfound respect. It must have contained some sort of pocket dimension inside it that would allow it to store possessions related to its owner, or something. Well, hey, it was the only explanation Ayumu could come up with, and she supposed it would just have to do.

It looked like the water from the Shikenkan had some sort of restorative property. So, without much other practical choice, she quickly and nimbly clambered up on top of her own Shikenkan, and, avoiding the electrified edge, dipped her own dark vial into the glistening waters below. Just as she had suspected, the liquid swiftly sucked itself inside the small bottle, until the tube where Ayumu had slumbered for the past decade and a half was entirely empty. There was no telling when this mysterious liquid would come in handy, after all, nor could she predict how much she would need. Deftly dropping from the tube, she picked up her nagamaki and glanced around.

"Well. I honestly don't know what to think anymore. First weapons, then physics-defying bottles. In any case, I suppose we should just arm ourselves, fill up these weird vials, and see if we can't slip out of here without alerting any of the guards like the one we all just heard outside. And, if that fails, we can always make a berserk rush for whatever exits there might be. I doubt they'd just gun down the precious little experiments they've worked for so long on. I wouldn't bother with the lights, though. There are obviously people in this building, and carrying around a big light would just tip them off."

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One of the girls of the group was beginning to draw up all the attention she could grasp from the others. Riku found it odd how giddy and excited she seemed, despite the situation. He almost wanted to turn around at that point and leave the group alone completely. But it was no use; the girl locked eyes with him, too, and addressed him directly. He sort of wished he'd gone unnoticed.

But there she was, calling "Hey! You should join us!" and probably expecting him to do just that.

If he hadn't been so full to the brink with plain simple not-caring, he would have ignored her. But the situation seemed to call for cooperation, and making enemies wasn't going to do Riku any good. So he simply gave up and approached the rest of the way. He'd get this girl later if she ended up giving him a headache, which he estimated would happen sooner or later.

He stayed quiet, coming up to the group and staying on the edge of things, getting as best a look as he could in the lack of lighting to see the others in the room. There was the peppy blonde-haired girl, along with two others, and then two other boys. One sported vibrant hair, which caught Riku's eye pretty quickly, while the only thing to really catch his attention on the other boy was the fact that he was obviously taller than both Riku and the purple-haired kid. But it did spark a little curiosity about height in Riku. He gave a glance around at the other girls. He was about the same height as most of them, maybe slightly shorter or slightly taller, depending on the girl. And.... he was beginning to hope that perhaps these girls were just really tall... But that seemed unlikely.

Damn, he thought, biting down on his lip. Even if his lip wasn't raw and bleeding at this point, it would be soon. Habit would assure him of that. This means i'm short, doesn't it? He gritted his teeth, glaring at the taller boy in the room. He had to loom over Riku by a good half-a-foot, give or take, and it was beginning to draw out a little light envy.

Why couldn't they just make my body like the one in the fake world?! He thought jealously, straightening his back and stretching his neck as far as it could go, but just coming out disappointed further. He even lifted the heels of his feet of the ground slightly and tried to balance on the balls of his feet, but dropped down shortly after and looked away. Being bothered about not being a big tough guy wasn't going to do much. After all, Riku didn't need to be big and tough to fight in the first place. His style was built around the least amount of force with the maximum amount of damage. A light body would be good for evasion as well. But he still found himself looking at the other boy for comparative height as well. This one seemed about the same height. Any difference in stature would have to be measured by a third party. At least there was still the minute chance of being, like, a centimeter taller. But there was also the chance of being slightly shorter and his disappointment simply growing. He agreed with himself to leave the topic alone.

Riku suddenly drew himself back into reality, doe eyes trailing to a light source and listening with a touch of anxiety to a conversation on the other side of what must be the way in or out of the room. A way out... He repeated to himself. at least that isn't half bad...

But he still found himself frozen, listening intently and hugging his long hair in front of him a little tighter.

"Hey! What are you doing?! This room is to not be disturbed until the next secret tour! Go home before you get killed!" Someone called at the event that was taking place just beyond the exit, and the other person scattered. The light source disappeared.

Riku's body relaxed. At least the threat - if it could really be called a threat - was nullified.

But the talking started up again... Something about school, coming from Miki. He was only half paying attention in the first place to the comment, but found himself commenting back, regardless.

"What kind of person wants to go to school?" He scoffed, and made a mental note to himself that all the so-called 'perfect' in the world couldn't get rid of the way he fumbled on the pronunciation of certain words. It got unnoticed by some people, but some words just got him, and people would wonder what kind of accent he had, or if it was even just a speech impediment. Most of his word fumbles were subtle, just little mispronunciations or incorrect vowel sounds. A person not really paying attention probably wouldn't notice. But even with having lighter, more delicate sounding voice than he used to, he was glad to still have the same basic speech patterns. It was like losing everything you owned in a fire, and finding that there was just one little keepsake in the ashes that was preserved. It kind of made him feel good.

Another girl in the group seemed to clash with Miki's statement pretty instantly, and started going on about some kind of nonsense about there might not even be a school. The word 'sifi' came into the speech and Riku finally got the gist of what on earth she was going on about.

Oh, great, he thought sarcastically. Just what we need, a conspiracy-theorist si-fi buff....

Riku opened his mouth to retort to her about what an idiotic theory that was, but suddenly shut his trap. He had no reasons to deny what she was thinking, actually, and the whole deal about waking up in a big laboratory inside a big tube did seem to qualify as a possible government conspiracy.... So he simply decided to ignore the comment and disprove it later. Even he knew when to shut up. Even if he could be a bit of a hot-head.

"I'm Hitori Ayumu. Let's all just introduce ourselves, and then figure out some sort of way to get out of here quiet-like." She said suddenly.

Well, Riku supposed the task seemed rational enough. Better than calling out, 'hey dude, yeah, you!' to everyone. And trying to identify people by features probably wasn't going to fly well. Riku wasn't even positive of what he looked like now, aside from apparently being shorter and having blonde hair... He was about to answer to that, too, but the conversation went on without him. Oh well, someone would bother trying to learn his name eventually, wouldn't they?

He watched Miki suddenly start going for the shinkenkan again, something about lights, and asking the violet-haired boy, Crow, for some assistance. But then came a request for the others to try and get the lights out of their own Shinkenkans. Riku scowled, hugging his hair a bit tighter and giving a glance back at the sloshy liquid in his own. No way. Not a chance in f*cking hell. He was not going back in that thing! It had been freaking hard enough to get out. Sure, it wasn't really water, and he was already positive there was going to be no drowning and asphyxiation inside - after all, he'd spent 16 years of his life in that thing, hadn't he? - but there was something about being submersed that still bothered him. It was still far to much like drowning. He wanted nothing to do with it.

Miki crawled back out and suddenly started dumping the contents of a box she'd found onto a pile on the ground. Well, this, he felt, couldn't be as bad as investigating that Shinkenkan. Riku took a few steps over and came up behind her, peering at the contents that she'd scattered on the floor. Seemed like a shit-load of weapons.... And good ones at that. But that was another confusing point. Why put weapons in here with their little experiments? It hardly seemed like a rational decision in the least, unless they were trying to get everyone in this room to fight their way out through people who probably had much more advanced weapons. In a fight like that, everyone in the room would probably end up down for the count, and then where would the scientists be after that?

The scent of blood tinged the humid air, and Riku looked at Miki again. Oh, great, she was a clutz, too. Brilliant... And how many times was she going to get her leg sliced before she realized that she was letting her skin get a little too close to sharp objects? As she got up, though, He noticed that her wounds had closed. That was quite a surprise, but he figured it had something to do with that odd fluid.

Well, as long as she wasn't dripping blood all over the place with an open wound, he figured he didn't have much of a reason to pay too much attention, and headed over to the pile to inspect what there was. Though another girl, the one who seemed to clash so easily with Miki, was inspecting the weapons too. Riku recalled that this girl was the conspiracy-theorist, Ayumu. Her attitude seemed much-to-be-desired, too, and he figured a conversation with her would probably not end well, so he gave her little more than a couple glances, and tried to focus on the pile. He noticed Ayumu pick some sort of sword up from the pile out of the corner of his eye, sort of like what Miki had done with that odd looking chain, and tried to see if any weapons appealed to him. Normally, he fought hand-to-hand. A weapon in one hand was a dead give-away where an attack would come from, and Riku knew that from experience. Fighting a person with a weapon was occasionally easy, and he could determine what kind of defenses and moves to put down in order to disarm the person, and then they were useless against him. But he found himself picking up a weapon anyway.

It seemed like a staff, almost, at first - black, and metallic, with chrome patterns that reminded him of something futuristic and star-wars-y. Though, he wasn't quite sure why star wars came to mind exactly. He'd only watched those once as a kid, with German subtitles. He just had liked to watch the fight scenes. But he almost expected a big read beam to come shooting out one end. He inspected the odd weapon a little while, unsure of why he'd picked it up in the first place. Honestly, what was it even used for--

He stopped turning the thing in his hands and noticed a slight seam in between what seemed like two halves of the object. After a moment of considering, and biting his lip, he pulled the two halves apart, revealing the blades that each half concealed. Each side was both a blade, and a sheath for the one on the other side. Now this he could work with. Weapons that simply extended his blows, but an attack or block could still come from either side. Twin swords. The weapon seemed good enough for him. Nice.

He re-sheathed the blades back into each other, bringing them back into one staff-like weapon, and held it down at his side in one hand. It was nice, but the size was hardly convenient. He'd need some sort of holster or something for it. Well, after he got clothes of course. That was more of a priority than convenient carrying of a weapon.

But that Miki girl seemed to be a it again. What was she doing now? He watched her suddenly suck up a good portion of the liquid in her tank with some sort of vial, and his doe-eyes only widened. What the f*ck?! How the hell did that make any sense?!?! Suddenly the girl hopped back out of the Shinkenkan and grabbed another vial-thingy, this one being a firey, opaque red color, and suddenly, the liquid inside the Shinkenkan that Riku had come out of had a sort of.... reaction with it being opened. The Girl dropped the vial suddenly, but it didn't break. Which was... odd.... to say the least...

Riku walked over to her, bending down and picking up the small vial. He closed it and watched the reaction of the fluids from the Shinkenkan die down. His attention turned to the vial a moment, looking at it and inspecting the design. It was appealing to him, at the very least. He'd always loved the color red. But it was difficult to study in such abnormal and little lighting. Who could say if perhaps it were more intricate a design that he could completely tell?

Riku averted his gaze and looked at Miki. "Soo, what? This one is mine then?"

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Pop! That was the sound of Miki repeatedly popping the cap of her vial on and off, force of habit. The girl sat there and watched as a few of the others picked up their weapons and bottles, following as she did. Miki stifled a laugh at Ayumu's remark and then redirected her eyes towards Riku, who had already finished choosing his weapon and had retrieved his bottle, inquiring whether that bottle was for him. "Obviously," the girl replied while smiling, "Otherwise that bottle wouldn't have attracted your water like a high-powered magnet!" She held up her bottle towards the blue light, and admired it's faint azure glow that was peeking through the blazing oranges. The golden star made a soft clink as it rattled against the glass and snapped her back to reality. "So are we going or what?" Crow broke the silence with his sparkling excitement, ready for anything. Miki smiled deviously and replied, "Let's smash down this place and leave it exploding as we leave like in the movies..!" She equipped her chain and began to search for a way out, she wandered around until she crashed into a pole, and she looked up, to discover an air vent.

Miki excitedly turned around and grinned, "Guys! I found an air vent! But it's really high..." She peered at the vent that was 10 feet out of her reach and nimbly, with the flick of her wrist, latched her chain around on of the flaps and secured it. She turned around and called towards the others, "Hey! I found a way out!" And yanked off the cover with the help of her blade function.

EDIT: I choose the vial colors based off of the color section in your character application!

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Shin looked around at what the other Ningen No Kami were doing.Busy with a pile of weapons,bottling up their Shikenkan liquid into weird never ending vials.One even managed to cut herself,soiling the antiseptic air with a rusty smell.But just as quickly,it healed when a drip of the Shikenkan liquid fell onto her wound.He closed his eyes,hoping that this was just some bad dream,and he would wake up next to Len,laughing at his nasty fall.When he opened them,no such luck,he was still in this weird world.But even then,Shin wasn't sure if this was reality.

'What if it's just another stupid dream...' he thought,walking over to the pile.As if on autopilot,he snatched the blue vial,flecked with pink dots.He pulled his hand out from the pile,and admired the colors.

"Just like a sky filled with cherry blossoms..." he muttered to himself,slightly cheered up.He imitated what the other Ningen No Kami were doing,and walked over to his Shikenkan,and popped the lid,drawing in the strange liquid from the Shikenkan.He watched as the vial seemed to be able to hold in several times it's own space.Finally,he capped it and tied the vial around his neck before moving over to rummage around the weapons.There wasn't really a need for weapons in his opinion...if anything came up,he could escape easily.He kept looking until he landed his eyes on a pair of black,ordinary looking gloves.He reached over to grab them and pulled them on.Tight.Snug.He tried touching things with them.Quite good,the gloves had more friction than he though.

He looked at the girl with pink hair when she mentioned that she found an air vent.He shifted his glance above her,and saw it.It was quite high up,and the fight alone seemed to bring up a small rush of adrenaline in Shin.Miki called out once more that she found a way out and he made his way over.He managed to grab the vent cover when the girl yanked it open.He placed it on the ground and looked at her.

"That was a little would've made a din and we'd be found out." he chided,then broke a ghost of a smile. "But good find...Miki,was it?"

He took a look at the pole that led upwards towards the air vent,then tapped his gloves hands on the pole.His gloves made good friction with it.He grabbed a good hold on the pole and kicked off the floor,planting his legs firmly on the pole,and began utilizing a free-running move to make his way higher.

"I'm going up first." he called out,focusing on the air vent above him.He was nimble,far more nimble than he was in his 'fake' life.He made it up the the air vent,and slide himself into it.The 'exercise' had gotten his adrenaline pumping very hard.If he could continue doing this all day.He took a look at the vent.Standard movie-vent setup.He poked his hand out the air vent and waved an affirmative to the others.

'Doesn't seem too dangerous inside here.' he thought,hoping to himself that that was the truth.

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"An air vent? You've got to be kidding me. Crawling around in one of those will attract more attention than running out the front door screaming," Ayumu said sarcastically. "While on fire," she added for emphasis. Yet again, she felt like she was the only one who knew what you did and did not do in fiction, and did and did not do in real life. Maybe it was because she'd been such a shut-in in her dream life, she supposed. Wait, damnit, she was not a shut-in! She wasn't going to take thoughts like that from anybody, not even herself!

Slapping her palm to her face, she sighed. This was getting nowhere. Oh well, might as well crawl into the air vents. With any luck, the walls were extra thick to prevent traditional forms of escape, or something lame like that. At least that would muffle the noise of a bunch of people crawling through incredibly echo-y air vents. On second thought, though, they hadn't moved or really eaten for their entire "real" lives, meaning they probably had almost no body fat. If they were all light as feathers, the noise might not have been as bad as she expected.

Ayumu sighed. "Alright, fine. We'll take the airvent. But I'm telling you, this is a bad idea. Anyway, I'm going up next. When they inevitably start shooting the ceiling, I want to be near the front." With that snide remark, she stepped in front of the others and began to shimmy up the pole with relative ease. Once she had reached the top, she loosened one arm from its grip around the pole, and, catching onto the air vent, deftly pulled herself up, as quietly as she could, although every tiny noise rang on with a violence that terrified her due to the reverberations. Still, it looked like they were okay, so far.

"Let's move away from the edge. That way, they'll have more room to climb up," She whispered, keeping her voice as low as possible.

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Miki grinned at the tall black-haired guy and chirped, "That's right, what's your name?" Ayumu quickly followed with a few sarcastic remarks, but then in the end following along as always. Miki chuckled to herself and watched as the poison-tongued girl shimmied up the pole with a hint of reluctance. So she must be one of those... As otakus would say, 'tsundere' types! Miki herself was about to climb up the pole, and then something clicked in her head. "Wait. Isn't this a bit too easy?" A cold breeze sauntered around the room silently, sending shivers up Miki's spine. The improved air-conditioning was dead silent, like a church mouse, and was almost unnoticeable. Her arms groped around, and her baby-like skin was shivering as she searched for the source of the current. She came to the verdict that that "air vent" wasn't an air vent. Her pale untouched skin went even paler as she thought about what could possibly could be waiting for her.

She quickly snapped back and felt an uncomfortable draft. Miki finally realized that she was stark naked, she had been so since "birth" anyways. The young teen instead of feeling self-conscious, she stifled a laugh imagining breaking into a room full of grunts butt-naked with full-out seriousness. She ambled over to the pole and shrugged off the possibilities of getting captured and nonchalantly pulled herself up the pole, carelessly thinking, We'll just see what's waiting for us~ , unbeknownst of what Tokyo is like now.

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"Obviously," Miki had replied to his question, smiling for some odd reason. "Otherwise that bottle wouldn't have attracted your water like a high-powered magnet!"

Riku pursed his lips, a simple little act of annoyance, and gritted his teeth a little at the comment. Obviously, he thought, but found himself muttering out the rest of what he thought under his breath while the girl seemed to focus her attention on something else.

"Oh, obviously!" He mocked sarcastically, rolling his eyes and acting just part childish and part hot-headed. "Because I was totally paying attention to everything you were doing and exactly what these vial thingies are supposed to do! Obviously!" The little outburst was mainly under his breath, but he figured that with his quietness and all the different tasks that were at hand, he would get away with it. After all, that Ayumu girl was throwing sarcasm and retorts like it was nobody's business. Riku figured what he said would go completely unnoticed as everyone progressed.

He fiddled with the vial in his hands a second, and suddenly made a move like he would have to pocket the item. But of course, the only action he achieved was running his knuckles against bare flesh. Oh, yeah, he thought, re-positioning his unnaturally long hair that hung over his shoulder to shield more private areas in the front. No pants...

Riku chewed his lower lip just a moment, and figured the best way to keep it from being another thing to carry was to wear it.

........Well, Riku wasn't exactly the necklace-wearing sort of guy. He tried to assess other options for securing the object, and figured that it wouldn't make too bad of a bracelet. As far as jewelry went...... Yeah, this was still pretty girly.... But it didn't really seem to cross his mind, and he looped the black chain around his wrist until it fit snugly, and he was sure that it wasn't going to be falling off or bothering him the entire time. He already had one thing to carry; and he didn't need anything else.

After a moment, he turned back to the other's giving a gaze up at what was the center of all their attention this time around. An air vent. He stared in disbelief as a couple of the others started shimmying up the pole and crawling in.

Seriously? An air vent? He continued staring, coming up to the air vent and staring up at it as if it were the oddest thing he'd ever seen.

The tall boy went up first, followed by Ayumu, who made a few more bitter comments before going up, then Miki.

Riku gave a disappointed look, letting his shoulders slump down.

"An air vent? You've got to be kidding me." He voiced, staring up at those who had already gone up. He sighed. "Just perfect. Wonderful. And with my luck, I'm probably going to be back at the end of the ass parade, aren't I? Or at least someplace in the middle or behind a dude. Oh, yeah, the naked ass parade through a vent is going to be totally charming."

Half of the sentences came out dripping.... no, no, they came out oozing with sarcasm. But that was simply just Riku trying to get a point across. He'd said a whole hell of a lot worse in that fake world. But addressing everyone, he was able to completely assure himself that the remnants of his accent that he'd had in the fake life were still sticking around. As comforting as it was, he hoped no one asked about it. People normally could be pains in the ass about that sort of thing.

Riku stepped closer to the air vent anyway, walking over to the pole, since no one else was about to go up yet, and staring up a moment more. Now how was he going to do this? The weapon he'd plucked from the pile - more because he thought it was cool than anything else - was a bit bulky, and occupied all the space in his left hand. After another moment of lip gnawing, he figured the best way was to toss it up first, and hope for two things. One, that no one already up there would get a big metal stick to the head, and two, that someone might break it's fall anyway so that it didn't hit the air vent with a loud, metallic clang. That would surely blow the group's nude and sexy escape plan (haha)....

He got in a position, and thrust the weapon upward like a javelin, letting it land inside the vent however it wanted to land and on whatever it wanted to land on, be it people or metal, and focused on making his own way up the pole.

He gripped the pole and moved upward steadily, surprised that even with a slick body, making his way up wasn't as difficult as he expected. His lightweight body was easily lifted upward and maneuvered up with muscles he didn't know he had after the first examination of his body. He was surprised at how well toned he was, despite how lean and fragile he had appeared to be. Though he was still pretty disappointed about that aspect, having the weaker appearance was actually a good defense. No one would expect so much power out of his blows; they'd go easy on him and let their own defenses down. Not too bad.

He made his way up and grabbed the edge of the vent, pulling himself away from the pole and hefting himself into the vent with the others. Riku scooted as much as he could from the edge with the others in the vent, giving a peek back down just once. Just a couple more people to come up and they could get moving. After a quick glance around the vent, he picked up his weapon once again from where it was. He just wanted to start moving; this vent and all the people were making him claustrophobic.

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Miki blinked and scooted on until two familiar voices began bickering. Ayu-chan and Riku. Ack! The worst combination! The tsundere and the potty-mouthed grump-face. Ah, what should I do..?! I'm not good at these kind of situations! Miki fumbled around until the tallest of them all finally broke them up. The small girl sighed in relief and lowered her voice. "Thanks.." She paused replaying her memories, "Oh, you never mentioned your name!" she said. "Come to think of it, aren't we short one person?" Miki looked around and counted. Two girls, Ayu-chan and I, and then three guys, Crow, Riku, and the tall guy! Eep. Where's the silver-haired girl?! Her head pivoted around and looked for a head of silver hair, but no avail. "Sh*t.. Where's the other girl?!" Miki blurted, soon clapping her hand over mouth, listening to her flawless voice echo quietly in the vents. She shook off her worrying and quietly muttered to herself, "She can follow our trail of water right..?" Miki continued to scuttle on and heard a gruffly voice nearby, and then looked around frantically, making sure they weren't caught already. She sighed briefly, only to be interrupted by the voice speaking up again. Her hand groped around in the darkness, and she grabbed someone's arm by accident. She quickly jerked back with a quick "Sorry!" and crawled on.

Miki's hands and knees were getting a bit sore; they've been crawling around for at least twenty minutes now. A tiny light flashed on in the distance, and Miki recklessly briskly crawled towards it, crashing into a small mesh screen. She rubbed her face and chest, which now had an odd mesh pattern on her skin. Her chain jingled as it unraveled onto the metal surface. Miki quickly yanked it up and retracted it back in. "Hmm..." She stared at the restraint from freedom and it finally hit her. Her chain's pocket knife! Miki fumbled around with her chain until the blade finally flipped out, barely penetrating her raw, unexposed skin. She sliced the mesh as if it was butter, her hands shaking in excitement, and shoved the mesh to the side. The vent appeared to be big enough to stand up for her height, and Miki carefully stood up, her knees super sore from crawling. She began walking quietly with wobbly legs, and then grew to a solid, well-postured brisk walk. Her eyes sparkled as she got closer to the light, it seemed a lot more different than the ones that were in that tiny dark room. Miki whipped out her knuckle-blade and cleanly slashed at the weak lock. She leaped out recklessly, at first, the sunlight blinded her, but she absorbed it's warmth, opening her eyes. She floated briefly, her long, golden hair was a parachute, and she saw a massive school building below her. There was a sign that was.. Growing? She finally noticed that she was falling, and read the words that flashed by her. Seisei Hofuna Academy. The girl expected a harsh impact, but instead crashed into a... Person?! She looked up at the uniformed blonde boy who cushioned her fall. She heard the oh-so-familiar sound of a gun hitting the concrete and blinked, still holding her unraveled chain, which was now entangled all over her bare body. She looked around to see the vent that she came from... Twenty-five stories up. Her face paled as she began searching the boy for injuries. "Ahh! I'm so sorry! A-Are you hurt?!" She mumbled, obvious to her being stark naked.

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Riku followed the trail of naked butts somewhere in the middle. He averted his eyes as best he could from the ass in front of him as best he could, staring off into the darkness and trying to pretend that he was not amid a caravan of naked. But it was hard, to say the least.

Suddenly, the vent opened into an area big enough to stand in, and he let out a small sigh of relief at no longer being face to butt with someone else. Gosh, and that whiny girl had the impression he was some creep who would enjoy it? What the hell!

He focused on trying to strain his eyes through the darkness, to follow the heard of teenagers though the darkness. Riku stayed on the edge of the group, trying to spy what might be going on, and then a violent pound echoed through the space. The clang of metal on metal rang in his ears. A weak lock dropped to the ground, and a door was pushed open with a light creak.

Riku squinted as the light flowed inward and blinded him. His pupils narrowed to small points suddenly, trying to adjust to real lighting as it enveloped the darkness he had been used to since waking. As his eyes finally began to process the sights, he caught just the smallest glimpse blonde hair and that bubbly girl Miki falling down from the entrance. He stared with doe eyes, finally adjusted to what seemed to actually be a normal amount of daylight. Did she seriously just leap out the door and plunge downward? Well, obviously the door they found wasn't quite at ground level, now was it. But talk about taking a sudden course of action. The girl hadn't given a thought to it at all, had she? She just threw herself out that door like the building was engulfed in freaking fire. Talk about sudden.

He took a few steps, pushing past another person and trailing over to the door. He grabbed the edge where the wall ended and the doorway began for support and leaned over the edge, trying to get a better look at the distance, and partially to see if Miki had fallen splat on some concrete.

Nah, she was fine.

But it seemed that she'd dropped on some poor unfortunate sap wait never mind no he wasn't. Poor and unfortunate Riku's ass; that guy just got a freaking miracle! A naked-ass perfect somewhat-human girl just fell from the sky into his lap! What was poor and unfortunate about that?! Well, maybe he hit his head when she landed on him and he had a terrible concussion or something. Or maybe if he wasn't straight or even bi. But he almost expected that once the guy came around to responding to what just happened, some lame 'did you just fall from heaven' pick up line was going to come out of his mouth. Well, not really. There were few people who would really do that. But it would have been pretty funny.

And no, no, no; Riku would not have been the guy to do that either. Well, maybe to be witty and ironic or something, but he would really not be the person to suddenly start hitting on a naked girl who fell on him. First thing to do would be get her naked ass in some clothes. Duh.

But he figured it would be best to follow the move, though obviously, without the whole part about crash landing into a guy. Riku straightened back from the ledge and turned, beginning to lower himself over the edge backwards so that he could still hold on. What seemed to have once been a ladder for an escape from said door was little more now than a rust stain on bricks and a few holes where it used to be attached. Seemed dropping was the only way to go, huh?

He let himself dangle out of the door and off of the ledge by his fingertips for a short while, then pushed off the wall and let himself fall - which was contradicting nearly every thought of self preservation in his body.

Riku remembered the whole bit about bending his knees lightly to absorb the shock when he hit the ground so that his legs didn't snap from underneath him, but he didn't quite grasp his balance, or, lack there of.

Though he smiled with the relief as he landed, grateful for the lack of dying, the relief was short-lived. He waved arms in a last second attempt to stay upright, but tilted backwards, landing flat on his butt with a light "oof!"

Riku pursed his lips and rubbed his slightly sore buttocks. Not that the pain bothered him, but it was there. He pouted and moved his hair to re-cover the parts he'd prefer didn't show, and looked back over his shoulder to take a look back at Miki and the guy she struck down, but he didn't bother to start getting up yet. He still needed to regain his bearings. The world still seemed unstable, like the minute he stood, he was going to fall back down again.

He drew his arms around himself, giving a glance skyward. The sun shown, but a light breeze sent quivers though his body. His body quaked slightly. Riku looked back ground level and gave a light sigh. Damn did he need some clothes. Maybe he could steal some gym clothes from the dude Miki landed on. It was worth a shot.

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A brief "Oof!" broke the silence, snapping Miki back to reality. She muttered a quick "Sorry, I have to go!" and was off. Her bare feet were getting slightly calloused by the concrete as she dashed off, her immensely long hair streamed behind, but since she was a Ningen no Kami, instead of dragging behind on the ground, her agile movements made her golden hair almost flow behind as if she were flying. Her body, now out of public eye, was bare, white, and the ideal shape, as explained before. Miki exhaled in relief, her naivety was obvious to anyone who's 'normal' in Tokyo, and gathered her light (both literally and visually)hair, looping it around her body as a cover-up once again. She closed her eyes, unbeknownst that someone was following her, and dashed off once again, to go look for the others. Hmm, I think I heard Riku's voice somewhere around.. Here! She popped her head around a corner and saw the familiar golden hair of Riku, and her face instantly lit up in joy. The girl began to jump out towards him, shouting, "Rikuuu!" until she felt her head being violently yanked back by her hair, the hair-made cover-up quickly was unleashed in a large, billowing action.

"Ack!" This isn't just a simple 'Oh, my hair got caught in the fence!' pull.. Oh sh*t! A gloved hand covered her mouth and an unfamiliar voice hissed at her to shut up. She slowly turned around to what appears to be a man wearing sunglasses and a mask, and shrieked in the person's glove. Impulsively, the girl spun around and did a reverse roundhouse kick to the man's head, knocking off the sunglasses. He scowled at her and pulled a gun from his trench coat, and spat, "You b*tch!" She nimbly jumped over him and held her pocket knife to his neck, getting slightly grazed by a bullet in her forearm in the process. "What kind of city is this..?!" she muttered to herself. "Any woman who dares to take a step outside is bound to be attacked, so if you waltz around stark naked, then you practically are asking to get raped!" the man hissed back. Miki went pale, at both the shock of reality, and the fact that she was at a stalemate. This is my last chance.. Her blade cut into the man's skin hesitantly, making him scream and shoot, fortunately, Miki ducked just in time to avoid it. The girl idiotically let her guard down, and within a few seconds, she was being pinned down, gun against head, and all weapons out of reach. No..! There's only one thing to do.. Miki clenched her eyes, wincing at the sound of a zipper, and screamed at the top of her lungs.

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Yuuka's eyes shot open. What the hell happened? The last thing he remembered was that he was about to kill the man who was running after him. The next thing he knew, he was on the ground, his body hurting all over. Did somthing fall on him? Whatever it was it was gone. With a groan Yuuka lifted himself to his feet. The man who he was just about to kill still lay there, his body unmoving on the ground. A large pool of blood was underneath him. He was still breathing. Yuuka's gun lay not far away and he went to retrieve it. Might as well put the man out of his misery. The gun was already cocked and Yuuka pointed the gun at the man's head. But before he could pull the trigger, a scream echoed from somewhere not far away. It was a girl's. Yuuka's head turned in the direction of the frantic cry. In this part of town, if you were a girl wandering the streets alone, you were practically asking to get raped. It was stupid- no, unthinkable- to be wandering the streets by yourself. Yuuka learned that the hard way.

"Damn it!" The man would eventually bleed to death and since he was already so late for school, he might as well not go at all. His good side was getting the better of him. He should just let the stupid b*tch get what she deserved but Yuuka sensed that something about this whole situation was different. He would have to get to the bottom of this. Maybe him getting knocked out was somehow connected to this very situation. Taking of in the direction of the girl's scream, Yuuka checked his gun. If there was more than one of them, there was going to be blood. A lot of it. He had no clue to where he was going. Turning down random streets and alleys he knew he was going to find her eventually- if he was lucky. He was running out of time. The rapist might already be done by now and the girl dead, her body concealed in a dark alleyway to be eaten by street rats. Just as he turned a corner Yuuka stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes went wide. A man in a large trench coat stood there. Just beneath him was a girl, stark naked, pinned down by the wieght of his body and a pistol pointed to her head. What struck him speechless was not the event that was unfolding in front of him, it was the girl. She was perfect. And not just the, "she was very beautiful" perfect. She literally was PERFECT. But Yuuka had no time to stare at the strange girl. Gathering his senses, he brought up his gun and without so much as a blink, he pulled the trigger. The bullet hit right on target. The man's left hand, that was down at his crotch shot to his right hand that was now unarmed and bleeding. Letting out a cry of pain, the man stumbled backward away from the girl. Two more shots rang out and the man was now crumpled on the ground, bullets in his hand and in the back of both his legs. Yuuka brought the gun to his side and walked to the girl's side. Men like this disgusted him. Lowlifes who think they can get pleasure by targeting the weak and helpless. Well maybe not too helpless. He noticed a large wound on the man's chest. Did she do that? Yuuka looked down at the girl still on the ground but turned the other way out of embarrasment. The girl was naked for god's sake. It was not the time to be looking at her. "Are you okay?"

(Grrrr... sloppy post sorry. In a hurry!! )

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While the rest were willing to jump down,straight into the middle of the public eyes,Shin had other thoughts on his mind.There was no way he was going to be in public without clothes.And he was on top on a building.Basically his instincts were screaming for more free-running action.And to that,he agreed.He took a small running start and jumped straight over to the shorter building nearby,breaking his fall with a small roll before standing up.He caught sight of that girl named Miki running,with someone following her.From above,he jumped from building to building while observing them.It became pretty clear what the man who followed her wanted.But before Shin could react,another guy had helped her.Shin looked down from the building he was standing on.The guy who was lying there now...Shin could strip him of his clothes.Perfect.He jumped down and landed next to the new guy and Miki.

"Don't mind if I just take his clothes..." he began removing the guy's clothes,wearing the bloodstained pants and putting on the jacket.He handed the guy's shirt over to Miki.

"That should be large enough to cover your body." he told her,before looking at the guy who saved her. "...Good job,Mr.Hero."

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Oren was not overjoyed to see that the young man in question seemed to pretty much disregard her presence, and that of another student....especially when he drew out a gun and shot at the man on the phone, who was stood right behind Oren at the time. The bullet whizzed past her head, leaving her with the lovely image that if she hadn't managed to pick herself up and move back over, bit of her skull could even then have been decorating the pavement.

She cast a glance over at the would be-photographer and gave a world-weary sigh.
"I think you can take that as a no." she stated, attempting her best japanese. Her rather heavy eastern european accent made it sound a little peculiar.

With that she gave a shrug and kept on walking, catching sight of the guy again...about in time to see what appeared to be a blonde, naked girl with him. How very bizarre. Then again, it was Japan.

Blondie swiftly took off, with the guy running along after her, apparently in some sort of attempt at being a knight in shining armor.


Good to see chivalry was not dead.

So long as you were blond and flashing your breasts.

She made a mental note not to attempt to help anyone from the school again. Bunch of spoiled brats. It was bad enough having to deal with other teenagers, but these people were all faultlessly entitled and rude.

She straightened out her hair and coat, disregarding the scene and breaking into a brisk walk to the school. She arrived not long afterwards, pleased enough with her ability to be fast on her feet without ending up with a destroyed uniform or a skirt fanning up in an indecent fashion.

As she walked inside, having been struck by a disapproving look from one of the staff, she pulled her coat off and folded it up under her arm. She really loathed the japanese school uniform. She felt like one of those dogs in shows that they put in tutus or tuxedos. She was out of her comfort zone as she was resenting every minute of it....another thing to thank the lovely Ningen no Kami project for she supposed...

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Crow sighed. He'd followed in through the air-vent last, but seriously, this was the sort of person who was scared of heights. Jumping from a high-ass building was the very last thing in his books. He sat, his legs swinging from the air-vent, before he finally decided to leap. His feet touched the ground, but he almost instantly fell on his side. With a cough, he looked up, embarrassed at a woman with a child around his age. It really didn't help that he was completely naked, and he covered himself with his hair quickly. Crow laughed nervously, before noticing the shopping bag in her hand. Clothes! he thought, standing up and swiping the bag. When she protested, she stopped herself when she saw the twin guns, held awkwardly in one hand.

He grinned, muttering a quick "Merci!" before sprinting. He quickly pulled on the pair of black jeans inside, and the grey top. The top was one of those shirts which falls off one shoulder, and even though it was a women's top, it suited him. Then again, maybe the world had changed just that much. He looked back to see the woman pointing at him, talking to some sort of big guy. His eyes widened as the guy started chasing him down the alleys, even as he turned sharp corners. He could have sworn he'd seen the same bin twice, but who knew? His whole body shivered as he felt a punch into his back, and he felt over, the jeans fraying already at the front. The guy smiled sadistically, and Crow just smirked, coughing slightly. There was nothing this guy could do anyways. What the hell was wrong with this city? Sure, he'd nabbed a woman's shopping, but now some guy was chasing him? What would he do if he got caught though? Well, that he'd thought out.

"What a lovely lady we have here! Bit flat though." The guy sneered, placing his hands on Crow's chest. He pushed Crow down, and the boy just raised an eyebrow, looking amusingly nonchalant. His hands started fiddling with Crow's hair, before reaching his own trousers and un-zipping. Almost instantly, Crow's gun was resting on his head, the other hidden behind his back. Crow could only smile when the guy placed his gun on the purple-haired boy's neck, and he sighed.

"Boy." he said simply, correcting the utter buffoon who'd confused him for a woman. "I'm a boy. I don't like killing mindless idiots," the boy started, placing the other gun under the guy's arm quietly, barely moving. His eyes narrowed, mischievousness gleaming in his eyes, ", so don't take this personally. I'm not killing you because I don't feel like it; I'm sure you're thinking I'm scared. Fat chance." His hand squeezed the trigger quickly, and the guy yelled as the bullet shot through his arm. Crow got up in a daze, crashing into the wall next to him, before breaking into his sprint. He turned an alley quickly, and saw someone he knew, stark naked, along with another Ningen no Kami, and some random guy.

Crow tilted his head. "Oh, it's you." he said to Miki, now crouching next to her with one gun stuffed in his pockets and the other in hand. "Who's that?" he motioned calmly to the guy, the normal one. He wasn't a Ningen no Kami! Crow tucked his hair back behind his ear, before grabbing her hands and pulling her up. "Got any plans?" he said, before looking at her properly. A confused look crossed his face, before he looked at the guy on the floor, half naked, and back at Miki. "Oh." he said, before patting her head. "We all need to find a home or something. . ." he said quietly, putting his cold hands to his head, attempting to stop his headache. His eyes flashed around to the boy standing there, the one who was normal, and he took the other gun out of his pocket, holding them casually.

It was about ten seconds later when Crow turned on his heel and shot into the alley behind him with both guns at the same time; the one he'd just come from. He made a "Tsk." noise, as he heard the all-too-familiar sound of a body hitting the floor, and his eyes quickly adjusted, seeing the same guy from earlier. He sighed. "It seems the world is crazier than I thought." he muttered to himself, leaning over the guy and closing his eyes peacefully, mumbling a few short prayers under his breath (Crow is no religious man, but it's just a habit). It was then the boy saw he'd hit the target perfectly, one bullet through the heart and one right in between the eyes, before walking back to the group from earlier. "We should go." he said, glancing at the other boy there, the normal one. He worried slightly, wondering if the boy was there to report them for something, like. . . like public nudity! They could all get done for that, especially Miki right now. Or stealing, in his case. I'm not paying any fee. he thought grumpily, sighing.

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A bullet whistled by, shooting right through the rapist's hands like butter. Miki watched as the man was shot two more times, and was on the ground now, crumpled up in agony. She blinked and then noticed the savior as the person she had crash-landed on before. "Are you okay?" Miki sat there for a second, and started giggling briefly. She looked up and pulled back a 6 foot long lock of gold hair and couldn't help but to ask, "Wait, you're not going to ask why I'm stark naked in the middle of the city? Or why I have Rapunzel's hair?" she heard someone running towards the three, counting the half-dead guy, kinda, and she looked up at the familiar figure of Shin. "Don't mind if I just take his clothes..." Shin was already stripping the man of his clothes and handed Miki his shirt that was slightly splotched with blood. "That should be large enough to cover your body." Miki slipped the over-sized shirt over her body and tied her chain around her waist to at least cover the blood, and to make it look like she didn't just walk out in a shirt. She peered at the normal human guy who had a gun in his hand and smiled, "Sorry, I was being rude earlier, thank you! Now if only I could find some underwear.." Miki was surprised by someone pulling her up, even though Shin and the mystery hero weren't close to her, and turned around to see Crow, wearing brand-new clothes. "Got any plans?" Crow had asked her, looking at the now half-naked rapist man and back at her, patting her head with a brief "Oh." Miki silently stifled a laugh at what he was probably thinking and then replied, "Hmm, not sure, but the checklist is certain, one, we need some real clothes to blend in at least a little, two, we- well the girls can keep their hair long, well the guys will have to chop off their amazingly long Rapunzel hair, and three, we need to get a home, like you said." Before she could continue, Crow was already darting down another alley, and she was left with an outsider who she's indebted to, and a fellow Ningen no Kami.

"Well, Shin, we need to find the others! I know where Riku should be, and Crow is just down the alley, and I have no freaking clue where Aoi and Ayu-chan went..." she turned towards the normal human and flashed a smile in the inappropriate setting. "I have to go now, and if you need me to do anything for you, then just look for a girl with very long blonde hair! See ya!" And she was off. Miki dragged Shin along with her and located Riku. "Shin, you and Riku try to find the others while I go look for some clothes, money, and a place. She nimbly sprinted off, her golden hair glowing like a fire trailing behind her in the sunlight. She heard the familiar chatter of girls and the smell of fast food. Ah-ha. The mall. She followed the sounds and smells and was led straight through the sliding doors. The smell of coffee instantly punched her in the face and she spotted a Starbucks right across from her. She walked into the cafe, expecting people at the tables, on their laptops and socializing, but was instead met by many lines of people waiting at some machine that makes your coffee/cappuccino/frapuccino. Sounds of the coffee being poured into cups and cream being sprayed onto drinks filled the air as the people who were simply there for free internet sat there with their drinks and were either using 3D tablets or hologram tablets. She blinked and stepped outside in confusion. "W-What happened to the baristas and t-the display cases full of sweets?!" She quietly shook that off, reminding herself that this was the future, not 2014.

The befuddled girl began to wander around the mall, where the normal giant halls were replaced with human conveyor belts and even segways were being used by practically half the crowd! She could only smell unfrozen foods everywhere and was shocked by the sudden smell of something that was actually being handmade! The excited girl wove her way through the crowd and walked through a pair of doors that read: ONLY PEOPLE WITH SPECIAL ACCESS MAY ENTER. She eventually found herself watching a woman in the mid-thirties happily garnishing some fresh baumkuchen. Miki suddenly burst out, "May I try one?" And the woman turned around in shock. "How did you get in here?! Get out!" The blue-eyed girl deviously grinned and replied, "Only if you give me a piece of baumkuchen and ten grand, in cash." The woman opened her mouth to scream for security, but Miki swiftly clapped a hand towel over the woman's designer lipsticked mouth. "Now, I know you have much more than that since actual baumkuchen ovens are extremely expensive and that you're wearing a ridiculously huge twenty-karat diamond ring. Now silently obey as I make a special recipe that will erase your memory, just to make it easier for you." She securely tied the rag around and over the woman's mouth and locked all doors. Miki opened and rummaged through many cabinets, pulling out various jars of spices and even some supplement powders. Within minutes, a small bottle of clear liquid was ready and all evidence was eradicated. The girl grabbed the woman's purse and snapped it open, to see it loaded with thousands of dollars, of course all the bills were one-hundred dollar bills, talk about filthy rich. Miki grabbed three or four thick stacks and neatly stuffed it in her vial. The woman watched in terror as Miki approached her, and was knocked out cold with a simple pressure point. The girl dragged the woman into a chair and positioned her to look as if she fell asleep. Miki took the bottle and forced the concoction down the woman's throat, leaving most of it behind for future use.

Miki strolled into what seems to be a 2073 version of Macys, and tapped on one of the coordinator's shoulders. "Excuse me, could I purchase the exact outfit that mannequin is wearing? The coordinator turned around, and he instantly grabbed Miki's shoulders. "Miss! You have the look, the body, and the style to be our next model! You don't need to wear those drab clothes, here, I'll fix you up." the man was actually a designer for some big company, and with the snap of his fingers, a group of people swept Miki into a room, a few women began stripping her of her weapons and clothes. "Woah, hey hey hey, I can do it on my own! Geeze." Miki shoved the assistants out of the dressing room and disguised her weapons as normal everyday items. She stepped out, and instantly a crowd of people attacked her, brushing her hair, holding hundreds of different pieces of clothing against her, and the make-up assistants were stunned by her perfect skin. Well, I'm not a Ningen no Kami for nothing, but will these people just f*** off, just for a second?! When she had snapped back to reality, she was wearing some kind of flowy white sundress, and her hair was untangled. Miki sat there, with her vibrant vial glittering against the white, and looking like a real mannequin, and stood up, grabbed a beige satchel, and stuffed everything else that she owned in there. She turned around, with a mask of elegance, and left the room in a breathtaking second. She quickly regained her usual self, and dashed back to where she had left Shin and Riku in wood-colored sandals. People stared at her long, golden hair and her stunning sundress wherever she went, and Miki didn't exactly like it. "Dammit, I wanted to blend in, not stand out!"

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Riku suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when he suddenly heard his name called. He looked that way and began slowly making the effort to stand up, but before he was even up half-way, on one knee and pushing off with his hand, Miki was snapped back, yanked backward by a man with sunglasses. Riku watched the scene with wide eyes, though he seemed little more than lightly surprised. By the time he stood upright, the scene was gone, and though he processed what was happening, his mind had a light lag in processing what it meant. That was, until he heard her scream.

He went to move in the direction she'd been dragged off, but stepping a bit too heavily on his left foot than he even needed to in the first place, a shock of pain reverberated through his body and he swayed over to the other leg. It seemed that despite the bending of the knees action he'd taken on his way down from the building, he'd clearly injured the leg slightly, and landed on it the wrong way. But it wasn't really a time for that, now was it? The injury was small. Just a stress placed on the bone and the muscles. Easily healed, and easily avoided. He just had to step lightly, which he would have found himself doing anyway, but accidentally stepped heavy. It would seem he was still overestimating and underestimating certain aspects of his body's capabilities.

Riku swayed into motion again, but there was that guy again, the one who'd gotten crash-landed into by Miki, running off at the sound of her shriek. He stopped in his tracks, letting his weight hang on the right leg and watching as ammunition-school-boy ran off to go play hero. Yeah, she'd be fine. After all, at this point, Riku probably would have been too late to go after her and be of any help. The other dude could handle it just fine. Instead, Riku's eyes fixated on the bloody guy on the ground that regular-guy had been about to shoot again. That dude didn't seem like he was going to need his pants while he was bleeding out to death, so Riku swayed in his direction.

The half-dead guy stirred lightly as Riku approached, but Riku easily shut him up, pulling the two halves of the black metal staff apart and putting one blade at the man's throat. "Come on now, you're practically dead already," Riku told him, bending but keeping the sword at his throat, and beginning to pull at the man's pants. "You won't need these where you're going."

Riku succeeded in pulling them off and backed away from the man, giving looks around cautiously at the street he was on. Didn't seem to be crowded, but Riku backed off into the closest alley, anyway, pulling on the pants. They were big on him, to say the least, but they did the job well enough. They covered what they needed to, even if they did have a few bloodstains on them. Re-sheathing the blades back into each other and placing the re-formed staff into one hand, he used the free hand to fish around in the pockets for - Ah-ha! - a wallet. He pulled it out and started fishing through, taking just a moment to push his unnaturally long blonde hair - beginning to lay in long waves now that it was dry for the most part - over his shoulder, and then started tossing things like fake IDs and medical cards and business cards to the ground like garbage. He started flipping through a few credit cards, and, though he figured they were unusable without the right pin number, he put them back in the wallet. And then he opened the pocket where the cash would be stowed. Though it mainly consisted of smaller bills, the sum in the end was hardly bad, and acquiring more would be a piece of cake. For now, Riku stashed the wallet back into his pants pocket and walked calmly back to the same general area he'd been in before, trying to recall the direction everyone else had gone off to.

He stopped, listening to a few gunshots sound. Well, business seemed to be taken care of over that way, though he couldn't be sure who was getting the bullets to the flesh. Either way, it seemed that a situation had been resolved. Though, in certain circumstances the outcome being worse than others.

Riku pushed the long strands of hair out of his face again, and narrowed his eyes. Okay, now that he had to get rid of. It was just being a pain in the ass. He unsheathed the twin swords from each other once again, holding one in such a way so that the blade faced backwards, not about to cut anything, and used that hand to begin sizing up his hair, pulling all of it into the one hand. He was about to chop it with the other blade when suddenly Miki and that tall black-haired dude, Shin, came trailing over to him, and he lowered his hand from his hair.

Miki came by and stopped for what seemed like all of a few seconds. "Shin, you and Riku try to find the others while I go look for some clothes, money, and a place." She said, and promptly dashed off, gold hair flowing behind her.

"I remember where Aoi was.As for Ayumu...She was behind me,and in front of you.You should know where she went.We'll split up and look for both of them.Crow should be able to do fine alone.We just have to remember up in this location." Shin said, pointing at a building.

Riku nodded unenthusiastic, until he finally processed what Shin was saying. "Wait what? Why do I hafta go look for that Ayumu girl?" He grumbled, narrowing his eyes and crinkling his nose cutely, though Shin didn't seem to notice the comment. All he did was turn back around and tell Riku not to get in a fight with her.

This made him pout even more.

"No promises," He muttered, crossing his arms and narrowly avoiding scraping the blades against the bare flesh of his arms, and watching Shin disappear again.

Riku raked his mind, trying to recall what exactly happened to Ayumu in the process of escaping. Come to think of it, she wasn't there in the small room, and... well, she wasn't there for most of the butt parade. That's right, Riku recalled. Ayumu split after a little while. She went up a different vent. He looked up to report the news of it being hopeless to re-locate her to Shin, but he was already off. Oh well, no other way to go about the job than to take a look, huh? If he didn't find her, he didn't find her. That would be the end of that. If he did find her, well, then he could get her saying herself that she wanted to be left alone. That would be just dandy too. From the way things seemed around here, and the attitude that simply made Riku want to piss her off even more, Riku would be just fine with letting her fend for herself. But as long as she said it herself, Riku didn't have to walk back to everyone having found nothing, and have them all off on a wild goose chase. But she'd split a while ago. Finding her might not even be so easy...

But he found himself going anyway, hands back at his hair to begin the process of cutting it off again while he walked, and finally slicing the ready blade through the blonde waves like butter. The hair came off in his hand, and he gave a momentary pause, sheathing the blades back into their staff-form and taking a look at the thick grip of hair he had before taking a stop at the nearest dumpster and tossing it inside. The cut was hardly professional, and sliced through uncleanly at the base of his neck, and the top of his shoulder blades, slightly longer in the front strands and any strands he'd had a loose grip on. Without the extra weight of the rest of his hair, the slightly shorter strands in back waved more, and even flipped outward slightly, cutely. The longer strands in the front hung in uneven waves. But this would never do. The hair still hung in his face, falling in front of his eyes and crossing past his entire face. Putting the metal staff under his arm, he undid the chain with the small red vial from his wrist and used it to tie up the top half of his hair, in a sort of half-up half-down look that was more common on girls. He figured the small black chain would end up getting tangled in his hair, but this was no time to rob a little girl of a scrunchy. Not that he would want to either.

Satisfied with his clear line of sight, he brought the big metal staff back down into his hand and started walking again, checking for signs that a bitchy naked girl had passed through the area. Well, there was clue number one, he thought, stopping at the corner of an alleyway. A drunken man near some trash lay there missing an article or two of clothing. Big giveaway was that he lacked pants. Riku figured that that was a good sign that he was headed in the correct direction.

He ignored looks at him as he walked. He figured he probably looked a little odd, especially walking around shirtless with a girl's hairstyle and a big metal stick. He supposed he must have had a girlish face, too, because the shocked look came around right when they looked at his bare chest. Damn, no hopes for being manly, then? He sighed, bumping into someone passing the opposite way and sliding his hand in to pickpocket them. He apologized with a light "sorry" and they were far too distracted at giving him odd looks to either say 'its okay,' or 'sorry,' back. Riku didn't expect them to notice their wallet was gone though. He was a great pickpocket. It was just like fighting. Once he was beyond their defenses, it was easy. They could do little to stop the move, and his slight of hand made it undetectable. The light-weight, compact body that didn't seem threatening in the least also helped. That guy probably wouldn't notice his wallet was gone for a while.

Riku paused, listening to what sounded like a piano playing, but was at a distance a little to far to be sure of. He opened the wallet, took the cash, and stowed it away in the other wallet he'd already had in his pocket, and tossed the second wallet to the wind, moving his head to locate the sound. Call it a Ningen no Kami's weird intuition, or just the face that Riku was curious, he followed the sound to a little down-in-the-dirt bar and diner. He peeked in the windows first, and recognized the long mess of Black hair that was Ayumu's. And he almost felt disappointed that he'd actually found her. Oh well.

He trailed over to the door and pulled it open, slipping inside quietly and leaning his back against the door frame. The door swung closed slowly behind him. Riku listened to the melody quietly, and though he was impressed, none of that showed on his face. In fact, he looked quite bored, like this was the kind of live performance he heard everyday. Which of course, he didn't.

He pulled the hem of his pants up, slightly, and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for her to be done so he could pull her away from.... whatever it was she was doing, and see how this was going to go. More than likely, she was going to stick by herself. Why wouldn't she? But at least he wouldn't need to go back and tell everyone he couldn't find her.

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Miki returned to the spot she had left them and found it empty. Must be still searching.. Oh well. Miki plopped down on a nearby bench and heard the toll of what sounds like a different version of the 'old-fashioned' school bell and nostalgic memories flooded in.

"Hey Miki! Hurry up! The bell just rung!" a boy shouted from the other side of the block. A girl with glasses and braided jet black hair runs up the street, passing through the falling snow. The boy smiles and crosses the street, the girl running after him, only to be saved by him from a speeding car. The girl sits there, covered in her loved one's blood, and his lifeless body lies there, smiling at her. The girl sits there almost lifeless herself, shaking the boy, the tears flow down her cheeks onto her broken glasses that lay in the red snow.

The shrill of a bell snapped her back to reality again, and she blinks, not noticing the salty tears dripping from her chin. "Ah, that never happened. Just forget about it.." Miki quietly whispered to herself. Silence filled the air for a few moments, only to be interrupted by the golden-haired girl slapping her cheeks together. "No! What I need to think of now is how to find a good home and a way to make money!" The girl then thought of the card the designer handed to her earlier. She instantly began to rummage through her satchel and found the business card. "Nozomi Ken, Designer of Shizen Yōshiki! 090-XXX-XXXX. Shizen Yōshiki..? Odd name." Miki grinned to herself and then finally realized that she had no phone to use nor did she have any spare change. "Gahh! Stupid rich lady! Why must she have only ridiculous hundred dollar bills?!" the girl slumped down in the bench, frustrated. She stuffed the card back into her bag and decided to go make some more process before the day ended.

The bells of an estate office rung as a almost too-perfect girl walked through the doors. "Um, excuse me, I'm looking for a condo that can fit.. Six people?" Her voice pierced the silence of the practically-empty lobby. The lady at the front desk lit up and excitedly led Miki through a few doors and soon enough, Miki was sitting in front of a lady in her late-twenties. "Miss, how old are you?" Miki blinked and replied, "S-Sixteen." The lady stopped and looked at the model-like girl. "You're too young. Get out. We don't need brats trashing the place." Miki sat there and spat, "Look lady, I have money and I have a stable job, so stop being ridiculous to your customer and give me a condo for six." The woman scoffed and replied with words full of ice, "Look, just because you are well-dressed and perfect, doesn't mean that I'll give you a place so easily. Now get out." Miki glared at the woman and stormed out of the office, stopping at the door and holding up a wad of cash while flicking the woman off at the same time briefly before going back outside. Miki was stopped by the same woman, who had completely changed her attitude. "Hey, I was just kidding, so come back on in and I'll hook you up with a nice place!" Miki gave the desperate woman a cold glare and replied, "Sorry, looks like you don't work with 'brats.'"

Once again, Miki was searching newspapers and whatever she could get her hands on to find a house. The exhausted girl looked up at the giant tower looming above her, and read the large clock that was built on the top of it. "This must've been built somewhere in between my time of fake life and now.. It's only 9:30 AM..." The girl began searching through all the condominium listings until someone tapped on her shoulder. She looked up and saw a man with a business smile etched onto his face. "Miss, I see you're looking for an estate to live in~! My company serves anyone sixteen and up, are you at least sixteen miss?" Miki smiled and replied, "Exactly. Now where's this company you're talking about located?"

Minutes later, Miki was sitting in an office. And the money-desperate woman was right in the office next to her. How wonderful. "Okay miss, what kind of home are you looking for?" "A condominium that can fit six people." "Then shouldn't you be living in a house?" "No. No houses please." "Well, I can get you three condominiums that can house two people each, of course they're all rental, and I'll be choosing how the rooming arrangements are, since the landlord requires that there be at least one male to accompany a female each property each, since as you can see, even gated communities are at risk." "W-Wait.. What?! But we can just fend ourselves! Even the females-" "Nope, nope, nope! Can't go around breaking rules! Now fill out the form on the iPad 12 in front of you." iPad 12?! Gosh, last time I checked, we only had iPad 3 and Macbook Airs... Miki filled out the form on the holographic keyboard. She skipped the citizen's ID, for of course, she didn't have that. Before filling the forms with empty slots, she excused herself to go to the bathroom since the arm wound from earlier was beginning to sting, of course it was hidden by her hair. Miki popped open the blazing vial, shaking it for a few drops of the healing water to rub on the wound. Instead, a set of legit IDs fell out along with another sheet of paper. Miki dived into a bathroom stall before anyone could walk in. She looked at the cards that were for each of the Ningen no Kami. What the hell..?! I never emptied this out in the first place, but why is it all in mine?! She read the paper, which was from the mysterious person who had donated all the weapons to the group.

Why hello there! Of course you know who I am, right? Well, as you can see everyone's IDs are in your vial! Now you must be wondering, why me?! Well, then if this paper got to your vial, then you must've been the first of the six to awaken early! Well anyways, here are your IDs, and don't lose your vial. Oh, and the Ningen no Kami cannot eat anything without a drop of your liquid, called seisui, in it. Seisui keeps you at full strength and prevents you from deteriorating and becoming sick. These vials were designed to be apart of you, and if they break, it's a possibility that you could trigger a GPS that's located in your brain cells, which will let the scientists find you. Luckily for you, I made these vials virtually indestructible. Now this is the last time I will help you out, and by now, I've erased my memory about any help I've given you so even through any type of torture, I won't admit to being an accomplice. Now we're actually a group of scientists, all of us have children around your age, and we wish that you guys can be like them too, free and living life. Have fun in life!

Miki sat there, on top of the toilet lid, and crumpled up the paper, taking a lighter that was sitting on the floor, and burning the paper up, singing her finger in the process. The stinging in her arm brought her back to why she was in the bathroom and she squeezed out a few drops of seisui, rubbing the wound with her burnt finger, healing both in the process. Her stomach grumbled, and she stared at the bottle. "So I can't eat anything without this.. You call this free?" Miki gulped a few more drops to pacify her empty stomach. She briskly returned with the cards in her bag, and filled out the rest of the form. "Okay, purchasing fees are free, since you're underage, but movers will cost some bucks." the man entered the forms into the system. "Don't need them, but how much is the rent? And how does this system work?" "Okay, so rent is going to about 250,000 yen each condo every two months, one month if you were over eighteen, and the condo is already furnished and everything, so you can view how it looks like." Miki blinked at the rooming arrangements. There were three complexes and all took up the entire tenth floor. Great view, and we get to be on the top floor..! Shin was living with Aoi, I guess that'll be no problem since there's a nice sakura view outside of their condo and those two seem to be quiet people. Miki was roomed with Crow, He seems like a nice guy, and we get the biggest condo, owner's privilege! and Ayumu was with Riku. W-W-Wait..! They don't get along.. This is bad.. "Um, is it okay if Susumu-san switches with Karasu-san?" "Sure!" Within seconds the two were switched. "Oh, and that floor was never lived in since there was a building error that made the condos all connect, so is that okay?" "Actually, that's perfect! Thank you." Miki scrolled through the pictures and noticed only one bedroom picture. "Um, why is there only one bedroom in the pictures?" The man replied, hiding his nervousness, "Oh, the photographer forgot to take a picture of the second bedroom! And all the places will look like like that, so since you've finished everything, all you need to do is pay the first two months rent in advance and here are the keys, which have a automated GPS which will lead you back home, wherever in the world you are." Miki exchanged the 250,000 yen in cash and received three sets of 'keys', for they were actually just what looks like a key, but the blade of the key was gone, and there were three buttons, lock, unlock, and guide. Miki gave a brief bow, and thanked the man on the way out, while running back to the meet up location, she had realized that thirty minutes had passed. Oh great, I hope they're there...

Miki dashed back to the meet up place, while announcing, "Guys, I found a place to stay at, now all we got to do is get a job, and if we want, we can go to school, of course we don't need to, since we know pretty much everything we need to know to even become doctors, but it'll be fun anyways, doing whatever we weren't allowed to do in school, since we can pass easily, and if we do get suspended or expelled, I can use my memory erasing concoction- don't ask how I know, but the rooming arrangements are going to be shown when we get to the building!"

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Shin proceeded walking,he could feel Aoi following him from behind.He sensed this wasn't a good position to look after her,just in case some person thought he could outwit Shin and kidnap Aoi from behind,so he slowed down,and allowed Aoi to catch up so they were walking side by side.As they reached a place more packed with the public,he could feel several pairs of eyes on the both of them.It must've been weird,a topless male escorting a female who was wearing nothing but a jacket.And to top it off,they both had extremely long hair.

Somewhere,a young girl had accidentally let go of her balloon,and it was drifting away.The wind blowed it over to Shin's direction,and he managed to grab in just in time.The girl had ran after it and tripped,now bawling at her bad luck,the lost of her balloon,and a scraped knee.He walked over to her a knelt down,offering her the balloon.As the girl reached out for it,he held her hand with gentle care,began to tie the balloon in a solid,yet easily removable loop around her wrist.

"There.It won't fly off again as long as you keep it tied around your wrist.Stay safe okay?Don't fall down again." he said to the girl,for the first time since he was a Ningen no Kami,in a warm,friendly voice.The girl's mother hurried over and pulled her daughter to safety from the 'perverted pedophile' as she had called Shin.Shin stood up with a grunt,and continued to look at the woman as she started yelling several insults at Shin,a few which caused other people watching to gasp at the sheer crudeness.As she paused for breath,he spoke.

"Are you done lady?If you are,you might want to bring your daughter to get her knee disinfected.She took a hard fall." he turned away from the woman who blinked in surprise,and he walked back toward Aoi.He could hear the young girl as he walked.

"Thank you Mr.Long haired guy!"

He couldn't help but break a small smile,he held out a hand and waved nonchalantly.The loop he had tied onto her wrist was the same loop that his National Sport's Team leader from his 'dreams' had tied onto his when he used to lose his own balloons.He was told by the leader that his father used to tie the same loop for him when the leader was younger.It made Shin feel accomplished for some reason,like he had carried on a small,private tradition.At the same time,the memories of his fake world had made Shin feel sad,alone and most of all,resentful.This world was reality,was it not?But it could be another dream,ready to vanish as soon as it wished to.He returned to Aoi's side and stopped his train of thoughts.

"Sorry about the hold up.Let's go." he said,continuing to walk towards the store that he had told Riku to meet up at.It seemed that Miki was now there,and...looked like some kind of model.She was definitely wearing some expensive clothes.He proceeded over with Aoi.

"I found Aoi.Not sure if Riku found Ayumu yet.And I guess you found clothes...for yourself." he announced,running a hand over his bare chest before letting it rest in between his shoulder and neck,massaging it.He listened to the blonde girl talk about a place to stay,school and jobs.

"Where are we staying?" he asked,actually pleased that Miki had found a place to stay. "As for school and jobs...I'll see where things take me.I might,I might not."

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Riku's eyes widened with light surprise as Ayumu's hand connected with his wrist and she dug her fingers in, pressing into pressure points and bringing him down. It's not like he resisted in going down. If a fight had taught him anything, resisting the energy was the worst thing to do. It just made the blow slam harder into you and you had to endure it. Absorbing the energy and moving with it was best when you were trying to be passive. He could take it and not take it any harder than he needed to. Piece of cake. The best way, of course, was to redirect the energy and turn it back at the other person. But like hell he was about to do that. He just let himself go down onto one knee, letting the left one stay there bent instead to keep his weight off of it.

First, he'd gotten hounded on arguing with her already, twice at least, and he figured pounding the girl into the ground was also on the no-no list. Not that he would hit a girl anyway. Sure, maybe he'd hit Ayumu, but that would only make her more bitter. And the way she was acting, she was already going to end up bitter, alone, and spitting on puppies. Just as long as she didn't hate on cats, Riku was just dandy with that. Second, what was he supposed to do? Wrist-role away the hand, grab her wrist, yank her inward, dig a finger into a pressure point of the elbow to stress a lock while twisting her arm and bending her over, and then slam his elbow down on her shoulder-blade to dislodge her shoulder? As easy as it would have been, no. No he wouldn't. He'd probably break her shoulder clean off, and then he'd have to deal with the whole just-beat-up-a-girl deal. And either way, any aggression back at this girl was just going to make things worse. Not that a passive attitude made things any better either. Honestly, did she not even hear him when he asked her kindly to skip all the crap so this could go through easily? Did she just want to try to piss him off enough for him to actually start being aggressive back at her? This was her second hit at him. He'd really done nothing wrong, but this girl felt it her business to believe that his actions and words revolved around some silly obsession with her? Juvenile. Self-centered in the worst sort of way. And all that aggression could be misinterpreted for a crush, if coming from, say, a junior high student. But this girl seemed to be stuck in those sort of phases, so why not?

But aside from psychoanalyzing her behavior far more than he needed to, Riku found himself criticizing her attack technique as well. The grip was firm, the move was effective. But Ayumu wasn't going as strong as she could. She was showing mercy, and for someone she probably deemed stupid. Which happened to be another childish trait - the solid belief that you were better than everyone else and had no reason to listen to them or consider that they may have as much intelligence, if not more, than you did - and could also lead to the inability to see reason. But if she meant to hurt him, she should have done so, and allowed him to take the pain in whichever way he decided to take it. Mercy was weakness. Even that little bit of it, that probably wasn't even a conscious decision. "Pathetic..." He muttered, not even sure if she would pay attention. "If you're going to hurt someone, you shouldn't hold back."

But Ayumu was going off on some pointless rant now to acknowledge the advice, and probably would have been far too full of herself to accept it either. Whatever. Let he use half the force on someone when she actually was depending on it and let that guy be violent enough to pound her into the dirt. Had Riku been that kind of person, she'd already be on the ground, and Riku would have already walked away quietly.

"Rule number one: don't stalk me. Rule number two: don't touch me. Rule number 3: don't interrupt me when I'm in the middle of something. Oh, and also, don't do ALL OF THE ABOVE without first acquiring such necessities as a SHIRT. If you wanted me to tell you to go away, then fine. I'm just fine on my own, thank you very much," She said, flaunting those traits that Riku really no longer saw as provoking a follow-up argument, but just saw her making a fool out of herself for thinking so flatly. He supposed she had no concept of what civil meant. Not that he'd been particularly kind with his own words for her, but at least he was calm and reasonable.

He stood calmly, brushing off his pants like being on the ground hadn't been a big deal. In fact, the whole situation really hadn't been such a big deal. But Ayumu must have decided she wanted to make it into one for some reason. Damn was it easy to get this girl's goat. It's like she wasn't keeping an eye on that damn goat in the first place. Or like she was holding out a sign that said 'go on, take my goat. I love it when people take my goat.' Figuratively speaking, of course.

"Now scram, before Rinnosuke thinks I'm part of some gang of half-naked German stalkers," Ayumu said, and turned around and headed back to the door. Riku snickered before the door even shut behind her with a slam.

Yeah, because he would totally stalk someone like her.

"Oh, that's funny," He said aloud for no reason at all, beginning to walk back down the street. "Like I would want anything to do with someone with a personality so dreadful!"

He shook his head, pocketing his hands and continued down the way he had come. Just about time to break the news to oh my god its a kitty cat.

Riku stopped dead in his tracks, staring wide-eyed at the little white cat slinking out of an alley way. It was scruffy, and collarless, but that didn't mean it wasn't someone's pet. He discarded the information as unimportant and approached slowly anyway. If there was one sort of living creature he liked, it had to be cats. They were independent and intelligent, and they could deal with or without company. That and they were cuddly and soft. But Riku wasn't about to admit that them being cute was one of the reasons he liked them. He put out his hand and watched the cat jolt to look in his direction, startled.

"It's okay, kitty-chan, I won't hurt you," He called softly, trying to approach a little slower and crouching slightly, though both actions at once were hurting his left leg which still felt sore from the impact of falling. He figured he could try massaging it with that liquid later.

The cat sniffed the air cautiously, and moved close enough to sniff his fingertips gently. Riku stood perfectly still, hoping he wouldn't frighten the kitty off. After another few moments, the cat brushed up beneath his hand affectionately. Maybe perfect made him liked by animals or something. Either way, he was pleased as punch. He pet the cat a few times, and, upon the realization that everyone else was probably over at the rendezvous point before he was, scooped his hands under the light animal and picked it up. He could at least cuddle the kitty a little while longer. He could always let it go later and it would be able to find it's way back home pretty easily. Chances were, it wasn't like he could particularly keep it. Someone would tell him to get rid of it sooner or later because that would just be his luck, but he could keep it as long as he could.

Riku got into moving again, holding the warm kitty against his chest and walking a little swifter to make up for lost time. By the time he got there, Miki, Shin, and Aoi were already there. He quickened pace for a few more strides, then slowed to a regular pace and came up next to them. Kitty-chan fidgeted and Riku loosened his grip, thinking that the cat was going to run off, but it decided to crawl up onto his shoulders and lie down, long tail swishing back and forth at his right shoulder and head looming over the left. The cat leaning into his neck. Apparently, the cat liked him enough to stay. That was comforting.

But he took a look at Miki as he approached. Jesus. Who did she mug? A movie star? Damn.

"Hey, sorry that took so long," Riku apologized. "I managed to Find Ayumu. But it didn't end well. She decided she wanted to attack me, and, well, obviously I wasn't going to be violent back. That would be dumb. And honest, I didn't do anything remotely bad. She just refuses to actually pay attention to what someone is saying, and likes to make a big deal out of everything even when I calmly asked her not to. She also seems to think that everything is revolving around her. But long story short, she wants to be left alone, and I say we let her. Less chance of me deciding that hitting a girl is okay..."