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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 3:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 3:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 3:51 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 4:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 4:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 6:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 1:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 3:02 pm
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 Nataniel Pandora ♥ Handsome incubus of a teacher~
Throughout the whole time when Harlequin was doing her yelling, the incubus merely arched an eyebrow in confusion. Sure, the words could've hurt him since he was considered irresistible to other females, but he had gotten used to it. Not all ladies enjoyed his presence, like this one, for instance.
Although she finished shouting at him, Nataniel could not really sum up a response to her outburst. He hadn't really expected such an arrangement, he was simply given his role and dorm number but was never told of about his roommate. Making this much complicated than it should.
But it didn't matter, Nataniel was an incubus bettering his ways. He was no longer feeding on women and this one seem quite disgusted with him, making it much easier for him to resist the temptation to eat her.
Finally, a certain string of words caught his attention:
"Don't get comfortable! This is not permanent!"
Did that mean it was okay for now to let him reside in this dorm with her? He did not understand, however...
Nataniel smiled, raising his gloved hand to his mouth as he let out a small chuckle. His eyes was looking in the room, not the girl who was making a scene for the two of them. "Yes, yes. This is just temporary, we'll have to consult with the principal about this later, correct?"
『 Oh my, my! It is such an honor to have such pretty ladies in my class! Shall I greet you each with a kiss~? 』 |
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 4:34 pm
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ʂнɪɳ † Death Reaper in Training.
Shin found himself lifting his eyes off of his hands, and finally towards Aoimizu, only to see that she was looking elsewhere. He sighed silently, being ill in his past life had caused him to be a shut-in and made it quite hard for him to socialize and partake social affairs easily. He had always looked away or politely declined no matter what. He was alive at that time but after being locked up in his room for so long, he was considered dead to the other children roaming in that very village's pavement.
Shin could not exactly pinpoint of where his original home was, however a glimpse of memory suddenly shot back into his head. He may have been bedridden several times however... He was to the point of sort of still well..
"Hai, here is your delivery, sir."
A slightly younger Shin was at the doors of a new customer, his usual small smile hung on his lips as he politely handed the stack of brown-colored letters to a much elder man.
The other man's eyebrows merely narrowed, snatching the letters from the mailman. Something told the boy that this particular customer was not liking the changes of Japan. His smile slightly vanished, he bowed with all due respect and headed off to his next stop.
Finally, as the sun was on its way to set, Shin was finished with his work. He took off his hat, inhaling the village air before he wiped off the little beads of his sweat. Another job finished, the same job awaits him tomorrow morning. It was quite tiring, and he still had school as well. This was not a way a teenager should live; stressed and overworked. Yet still, Shin was determined to make enough money to at least supply for himself. His parents only had enough money to provide care for themselves---he and they knew with such a guilty weight on their hearts.
The Japanese boy coughed slightly, sensing a sore throat almost immediately. Would it be all right if he took one small break from his demanding occupation?
Most likely not. He'll just have to find some medicine in order to cure the throat.
Suddenly a spasm of pain overcame, leaving him almost paralyzed. What was it? Shin dropped his hat, clutching his body, attempting to keep his stand. People were staring, their eyes filled with confusion and worry. The delivery boy merely smiled, trying to clear their thoughts. It wasn't enough.
Then the coughing arrived. A hand ran over to his mouth, covering the violent coughs. They hurt. They hurt so much. So much that Shin had expected to see blood over his hand.
Yet as much as it pained his throat as he coughed, no blood was produced, making the whole ordeal a little more aching and unbearable.
Then the world went black.
Without realizing, the said Japanese boy's was onto his heart which no longer beats. His almond eyes widening from the shock of sudden memory return. The day where he fainted right after work, causing him to collapse and become forever alone in his room.
"..Are wa nanida?"
The words left from his dry lips, in an airy and silent way.
He shook his head softly, trying to erase the memories to the point they'll fade away for a while.
He then noticed the sickly flower. They were alike. Sick, soon to die.
Then, it began to look healthier by the seconds, almost by magic it seems.
This made Shin's interests piqued.
He then lifted his eyes off from the flower then to Aoimizu, whom was staring at the flower the whole time.
"...That's quite a power you have there, Aoimizu-san.." He said.
[[ OOC: Flashback time!
Shin was indeed ill most of the times, but when he was still considered sorta 'healthy', he worked as a delivery man/mailman. This was one of the reasons why he broke down to the point of bedridden.
Are wa nanida? - What was that?
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Sumimasen.. Sumimasen.. Sumimasen..  |
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 8:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 4:41 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 10:01 am
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