Newborn Disaster

Haruo and Mareado Household, Morning
Ode to terror, sing me a song of long suffering.

Bailarin Mareado was sitting at the table with her wife, Tristeza Desgaste, eating a simple bowl of cereal... it had been quite a few years. Adalina had grown somewhat, but her nature all the same. Her drawing had reached a higher peak, and it was clear in her room, with an art desk in it. Music also becoming more common for the daughter... she had a flute and violin in her room hanging on a wall piece.

Adalina and Mitsune Haruo had reached a higher friendship, if possible, and both of them loved eachother dearly, their crushes now evident. Adalina at the moment was in her room drawing...

Mitsune entered, nearly kicking the door down to Adalina's room as she barged through it. Her hair had gotten slightly longer... and she was a little taller, But her smile still held the feral ferocity it always did, even as she she hugged her best friend from behind and stared over her shoulder. "Watcha drawin'?"

"Drawing a picture of you and me, just memories." It was nearly finished, and the drawing was all around decent. Mitsune in the center, with her hands holding Adalina's own. Clouds in the sky, they were both laying on their backs as they looked upward... the view turned diagnolly downward towards them.

"Oh..." Mitsune examined the drawing for a brief moment. She was getting better, at least. But... she had made Mitsune a little... fat. And she was not fat. How come Adalina was skinnier than she was? Did Adalina think she was fat?!

"You like it?" A simple question, but unexpecting anything else then an answer. Adalina's voice sounded hopeful, after all, Mitsune meant the world to her.

"... Yeah... it's, uh... nice." She responded unconvincingly. Maybe it was the dress that was making her look fat in the drawing. But then, why would Adalina draw her with a fat dress? Mitsune's arms remained wrapped around Adalina's neck.

Giving a warm smile, and heated face from a forming blush, she smiled, but then pondered... "What's wrong?" Mitsune had stuttered with the ending of the sentence... she wanted a true opinion, and didn't want Mitsune to hide hers just because they liked eachother.

"Nothing, its just... uhm... I don't think you captured me... just right..." Mitsune let go, and took several steps back. She'd never given Adalina negitive feedback before... But she drew Mitsune ugly! Mitsune was almost tempted to start referring to herself in the third person again.

"What's wrong? The face? The dress? Is the body out of proportion?" A bombardment of questions, she'd fix it if Mitsune just told her! Adalina just wanted Mitsune to be happy, and that made her happy.

"No, it's nothing... forget it." The questions were weirding Mitsune out. Slowly, she began to inch towards the door... Maybe to get away and get some food.

She didn't want Mitsune to just leave like she did under pressure... they needed to resolve this. "I won't forget it, what's wrong? Tell me..." Adalina wanted to know. But somehow, she doubted she would get the information.

But Mitsune was already out the door. The moment she rounded the corner she used kogeru to bring her to the table, and snatched Tristeza's bowl of cereal and spoon right from under her nose. Taking a spoonful to her mouth, she sighed with unsatisfaction.

Adalina rushed down the stairs and too the table, her own powers... still unobtained. "Hey!" Emotions were now rushing. "Why won't you answer? And don't use your powers to get away, talk to me." Adalina hated it when she did that... it made her feel inferior.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

All of a sudden, a loud, shrill, and frightening scream arose from back upstairs. It cut through the calm morning air with its mixture of fear, anger, grief, and sorrow. It would tear straight through the minds of the people within the confines, reaching the outside. There could be no words that could be described by the pain within the tone as it repeated itself. Over..

..and over..

...and over...

Such was the acts of the second daughter... Shiro Haruo.

Within the screaming, there were words of other people spoken in between...

Immediately, Tristeza jumped in her seat, and Bailarin being the ever responsive, vanished with a Sonido to reach the room of the newest addition to the united families. "Shiro, you okay? Everything's fine, I'm here." She always played the mother... she did it well.

Nori materialized in the doorway, but was downtrodden to find that Bailarin had beaten him there. This was his daughter... He should do the comforting! But rather than confront Bailarin about it, and frighten the girl, he stood there quietly, waiting for her to do whatever she was going to do.

There was one other that had beaten them both there.

Tereya.

Currently, she was cradling Shiro in her arms, allowing the girl to sob into her shoulder. The screaming had started to fade away under her influence, being reduced to nothing more than muffled crying. Her expression was rather calm and level-headed, even with the emotion flowing from the small child.

"They're gonna get me...." Shiro was continuing to say in her sobbing and whispering voice, like a broken mantra. "They're gonna kill me... they're gonna rape me... they're right behind me.... they're gonna find me..."

"Sssshh...." Her mother whispered. "They're not gonna get ya.... you're safe now...."

"She's sleeping in our room from now on." Her father insisted. "I don't want to leave her alone like this again. She's sleeping in our room." Concerned, he glaced at Shiro's face, though most of it was obscured by her bangs. Milk was in order. It would cheer her up.

Bailarin soon made it back down the stairs, rubbing her head, and pulling her hair back from the rushed acceleration into a more fitting style. This child was... very special. Bailarin loved her like a niece, but she relieazed her place was elsewhere.

She hated when her own child began to grow up... it made her feel. Sad.

Tristeza looked to Bailarin as she walked into the dining room, and she was still intently seeing how the dispute between Adalina and Mitsune was going.

Meanwhile... Batalla Serenata was on her way to the household... she often came on fridays, and today was friday. Thus; the visit.

"Yeah, yeah..."

To Nori's comment, that was Tereya's response as she stood up. Shiro was practically clinging to her for dear life, unwilling to let go, but the sobbing had managed to cease. "God, if only I had a good fucking psychic-therapist right now..." She thought to herself, slightly frustrated at the lack of ability to help the child. She continued to carry her as she walked forward towards Nori. "And I'd be careful, Hime. I wanna be as close to her as possible to keep her cool, but I don't want to go so far as to risk going deaf."

Shiro remained silent, retracting her head from her mother's shoulder and remaining deathly silent. Her shadowed gaze seemed to be gazing at Nori now, though she made no notion whatsoever as to actually move forward or away from him.

Concern flickered for a moment more on Nori's face before it faded into a more annoyed look. A hand was brought up to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration, covering one eye in the process, while the other he kept angrily focused on Tereya. "Then you can sleep somewhere else from now on, because she's sleeping in our bed."

"Hey!" Tereya's eyes widened slightly at this. She took one hand off of the child in order to raise it up defensively, still maintaining a good grip on Shiro. "Don't get so mad! You really think I'd be that selfish when it comes to one of our kids? I was one of the first ones here the moment she started screamin'. I'm fine with it, but I was just makin' sure if you'd be ready for that. Now come on...." She made her way past Nori and out the door. "I'm about to get cookin' on breakfast."

"Then hand her to me." Nori extended both arms expectantly. Unless Tereya could cook with one hand, he doubted she'd be able to cater to Shiro and cook at the same time. His figure blocked her passage out the door at the same time; preventing her from leaving until she did as he asked.

This caused a small smile to cross Tereya's face. Nori was simply showing that he had grown more and more attached to the child, possibly even more so than Mitsune. And that was saying something! She held no qualms about handing the girl over to him - she'd be as comfortable in his arms as with her own. With outstretched arms, she gently handed the silent Shiro over to Nori.

"What're you smiling about?" Nori snapped, his eyes narrowing hastily. If Tereya was smiling to herself, it usually meant she'd found something to poke fun at him for later. He was as delicate as possible with Shiro, however, and lifted her with the carefulness you'd expect from a mother. Nori examined her face before letting her settle into him; he was still worried, after all.

Shiro's eyes were practically deadened, the light having been lost. The only sign of life in her countenance was the blinking of those soulless eyes. She held a rather saddened look on her face, even as her arms clung around her father's neck. A rather depressing aura could be felt from her person. And yet, she still continued to remain silent, no crying, no emotion.

Tereya raised her hands up casually in defense. "Nothin, nothin,..." She replied innocently, still keeping the smile onto her face. "Now, you mind stepping outta my way?"

And he did move, but slowly, because he was obviously preoccupied with something else. "Shiro..." He began, taking a deep breath. "What was the nightmare about? If you want to talk about it..." Sometimes, that made people feel better, and it was the first time he'd ever asked. His hand moved to remove the bangs from her eyes. They were pretty. He enjoyed staring at them.

"....they were running after me..."

Shiro, after a moment of silence, began to speak again, her voice barely higher than a whisper. "The bad men ate my friends... they tried to eat me too... where were you, Daddy? Where were you..." Her voice began to crack, and she clung to her father even tighter. "I thought they had gotten you... I thought they had gotten Mommy....!"

Nori looked sullenly at the ground for a moment. He shouldn't have asked. "... Do you... Do you want some milk, Shiro? Daddy'll get you some milk." He replied. It wasn't the dream itself that bothered him, it was that he wasn't in it to protect her. Where had Tereya and Nori been?

"....?" At the very least, that had been enough to lift Shiro's soulless eyes and stare into her father's own, curiosity tinting them. Milk? To make sure she got there, she hugged Nori even tighter, not wanting to fall.

Nori brought them to the kitchen in a second with Kogeru, right in front of the fridge. Balancing her bottom with one arm, he opened the fridge with the other, and fished out a carton of milk. It was half empty. Walking to the other side of the kitchen, he retrieved a glass, and after he applied the milk to it, it was full! Finally, he handed the glass to Shiro, and began moving to the living room with the rest of the carton. They could sit there while he slept.

For a moment, Shiro stared at the glass, or more particularly, the liquid contained inside of it. Seemingly in a wandering manner, her feet carried her right after her father. If she stood there, she would be left alone... "D...daddy...?" She allowed her meek voice to sound out towards him, even as she followed. "Please don't leave me...."

Her father stopped walking immediately. He'd forgotten to pick her back up again... How could he be so stupid?! "I won't, Shori, I won't..." Nori whispered, turning around while waiting for her to catch up. Now he had a hand extended that she could hold while they walked! So she wouldn't feel so alone.

Boom.

A Kogeru immediately brought her to his side, and her small hand grasped what she could of his own. Her expression returned to its saddened position, even as she walked with him. As they walked, she could already smell the breakfast cooking... but she was reluctant to leave her father's side. Only when he decided would she be able to follow... otherwise, the bad men would try to get her again....

Nori smiled warmly down at his daughter, even though he knew her bangs would prevent her from seeing it and that she wouldn't react much to it anyways. Guiding her to the couch, he took his seat first, then picked her up and placed her on his lap. Finally, he laid his head back against the cushion as he closed his eyes. Shiro's screaming had woken him up early.

Adalina stood unchanged, still ever pressing. Bailarin sighed, opening a book, glancing through it, it had been one she had read before... man, she wanted to go to the movies.

That'd be perfect for a date night! Her thoughts clearly off of the silent sorrows going around. Soon, Batalla Serenata had made her way to the house, giving a simple three knocks. Tristeza went to answer, and once she had done so, the figure stood there.

The goth girl, now older, her form was taller, and she now wielded her Zanpakuto, earned a time ago, across her waist in a black sheath. A smile on her lips, the hair still obtained it's red tints, and at the moment she was wearing a stutted choker around her neck for a style.

"Morning Governa'." The sarcasm in her voice clear, Tristeza only let her through, she appeared to be friends of her daughter, and that was the only thing keeping her from kicking her out. Or killing her in more dire consequences...

It was so comforting to be near her father right now...

She never wanted to leave him. She sat there, leaning herself against him to feel the warmth of his body. The only thing that kept her from clinging onto him was the fact that she was also drinking her milk. However, gone was the sadness from before, now that she had company near her... now, if one could see through her bangs, all they could spot was a cold, emotionless, and callous stare that was capable of bearing through the mind like a drill. There was no smile, no content, none whatsoever that showed on her expression.

So lost...

...and yet so frightening.

Mitsune finished eating Tristeza's cereal. Had it gotten to the point where she didn't care no matter what Mitsune did to her? If it had, then she would be satisfied. Still, she would avoid Adalina for the time being, maybe for a few days.

Tristeza looked to the runt; known also as Mitsune. Atleast, to the others. She found it fun to pick on her. But Batalla nearly always soured her mood.

Batalla looked around, glancing to Mitsune and Adalina in particular, she smiled. "Hey you two. Sup?" Adalina let out a huff, her friend had said nothing...

Adalina's thoughts ran rampant, ''Fine! If she wants to be that way, then I don't care, all I wanted was an answer! ''"Whatever..."

With a rush of her feet, the Mareado girl ran to her room. Incapable of any powers... Batalla let out a simple question. "Ughmm... what was that about?"

It was here that the smell of pancakes wafted into the room, followed shortly by the lone figure of Tereya...

...and if one had a sensitive nose, one could've smelled the smoke that was coming from the cigarette in her mouth.

She managed to whistle a bit of a tune as she approached the breakfast table, eyeing everyone there. Despite the slight tension in the air (courtesy of Adalina and Mitsune), she was actually carrying on like her bored and indifferent self as she set the plates down in front of the two children first. Then, she hurried to get more, Shunpo proving to be much quicker than running naturally. It didn't take long before she set the final plate down, the only two chairs with plates in front of them empty.

"How's everyone doin'?" She asked casually.

Tristeza smirked, "I am doing good." Bailarin nodded, "Ditto." The phrase seemed fitting for the occassion, short, simple, and direct. "And you?" The woman of course mentioned the kind response.

Batalla nodded, "Well... Mitsune, what are you up to?" Adalina would get the chance to chat later, Mitsune was here, now.

Mitsune glanced over. "Nothing, really. You?" She replied dully. She nibbled at her food slowly, not looking at Adalina while she did so.

The smell of food!

Mother had prepared breakfast. Everyone would be there! Shiro had to go quickly! However, she took a quick glance over at her father. The man had fallen asleep.... unsure of what to do, she really wanted him to wake up so that they could go together.... but if he did, he could be cranky.... clasping her hands together, she leaned in towards him, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then leapt off of his lap to run into the dining table. Once she was at the doorway, she stopped abruptly, blank eyes searching everything in there.

Tereya herself was giving her seemingly moody daughter a quizzical glance. It seemed as if a bit of drama was already beginning to unfold... she resisted the urge to sigh. Hadn't it been the reverse way around before? She had no idea how to approach these kinds of situations! But, she didn't want to neglect it by ignoring it. At the moment, though it was pretty much the only thing she could do.... until she could get to her daughter. Right now, she'd be embarrassing the situation. Looking in the direction of Shiro, she smiled. "You finally awake, Whitey?" She asked in a dry, but teasing manner.

Shiro simply nodded, before she began to walk towards her own seat, bare feet pressing against the cold floor as she walked.

Tristeza stayed seated at the table, something besides cereal sounded good... Bailarin sat there, she hadn't eaten anything, so if food was being made, she would join in.

Batalla smiled, "Just vistin' my favorite family in the whole world." "Well, the only one I like anyway." Offering a particular smile to Mitsune. Bailarin looked up to Batalla, something was off today...

And as Batalla smiled, Junto, the voice of her inner hollow made it's serene whisper... a grating in the back of the goth's head. '"She's cute in the mornings..." 'the words stated about Mitsune, and Batalla easily took them for her mind's own thoughts.

"Father is still asleep on the couch...." Shiro said softly, looking up at no one as she continued to eat. Tereya gritted her teeth and this time, let out an aggravated sigh as she allowed herself to stand.

"And I just got done telling him I was going to be making breakfast.... lazy bastard." Moving her cigarette in her mouth in agitation, she abruptly got out of her seat and walked out. "'Scuse me, girls...." With that, she disappeared around the corner in order to go wake Hime.

Nori was sleeping soundly on the couch, his own quiet murmurings the only thing signaling to his wife that he was actually alive. At an unseen joke, he smirked, before his expression tilted back towards sleep.

Mitsune smiled politely at Batalla. She was being unusually friendly, for someone who seemed to hate everyone.

Batalla made her way over to Mitsune, taking a seat next to her. "Got any plans today?" A simple question, one of any that could be pulled out.

Adalina sat in her room, sitting next to her drawing desk, her sketch pad on her lap, she began drawing on to it, to release frustration, but the art didn't detiorate, it just was something to put emotion into.

All Tereya had to do was step forward, stand in front of Nori, raise a foot to press onto the edge of the couch, push a few muscles into it, and...

FLIP!

Well, let's just say that Nori now has a cover.

In the living room, however, as Shiro ate, she noticed the disappearance of Adalina quite quickly, her eyes having been scanning for quite some time. Where did the girl go? Her breakfast would get cold... and Mother would get quite annoyed as she did with Father... she resolved to hurry up the consumption of her food in order to go meet up with the girl. It was one of their few interactions with each other, of course...

CRASH!

The same man she had flipped over kicked the couch back at her. He was grumpy. Was it so hard to shake him to wake him up? "You... you need to stop being so aggresive, Tereya." He mumbled. "What's wrong? Is dinner ready, or something?"

Mitsune stared awkwardly at the girl. "No, I don't have any plans..."

Batalla smiled, "You want to go to the movies tonight?"

Something blipped on the warning radar for Bailarin. "What kind of movie, and how late?" She wasn't Mitsune's mom, but Batalla wasn't the most... trust worthy.

Batalla rebuttled, "Some type of sci-fi horror, and it starts at 8:15 P.M, and ends around 9:50 P.M or so." Bailarin looked to her, and then to Mitsune, sending her the silent, You don't have to go if you don't want to, look. Tristeza sat there, bored out of her mind.

Adalina sat in the room, sniffling somewhat, she watched as her drawing seemed to take life, as they always had, the drawing of a dark forest back ground, a girl in the midst of it, her, staring at the moon. She was wearing a tan dress, torn, and dirty most likely from the venture.

Shiro managed to finish up her food. "All done, Mother..." She said quietly, before she allowed herself to slide off of the chair. Gently, pushing it in, she turned on her heel and left the room as quickly as she had gone. No one had even noticed the girl, almost as if she was a ghost. Her presence seemed to be barely felt, even when she was right in front of their faces. It was quite an odd trait that she carried...

"Wha--"

Apparently, this was one of the few times that she hadn't expected retaliation.

WHUMPF!

A brief look of what could be only described as "Oh shit" was written on her face, before she was felled by the couch and forced down onto her back. O....ow.... Was her reflexes getting bad? Eugh.... pulling herself out just enough so that her upper torso was still facing Nori, she was resting on her elbows. "Breakfast, hime. Dinner's ain't until this evening. What, you were expecting to sleep the whole day away?"

"Oh... Breakfast. Right. I knew that." Reluctantly, Nori helped pull the couch off of her, and put it back into it's regular position. "C'mere, miss, I'll escort you to your table this evening." He offered, pulling her up and pushing her in the direction of the table.

"Sure, why not." Mitsune replied. She was being asked out on a date, by Batalla. What would Adalina do about it..?

"Oh, gee, thank you, my dear...." Tereya rolled her eyes, positioning her feet in front of her and allowing them to be dragged forward as she was pushed into the dining room table. "You're such a gentleman...."

Shiro, with a simple Kogeru, had reached the room where Adalina was currently in. It wasn't very hard to spot, considering the fact that she could use a matter of "elimination of choice" in order to find who was in each room. Grabbing the knob, she gently pried open the door just enough for a crack, then she peeked through, blank eyes staring at the figure within.

Adalina rubbed her face momentarily, she had never had an arguement with Mitsune before. It felt horrible, but... why wouldn't she just tell her?

Tossing aside her drawing pad into the middle of the room, she grabbed her word pad, going through it, trying to calm her self by reading the personal logs of her life; a journal. But when in pressure...her dxylexia kicked in, hard. The simple words, ''"I was out today and saw a preety rose." turned into a complex blur, "I saw tuo yadot dna was a ytreep esor." ''And due to it... she couldn't even distinguish what it meant. Sighing, she let it fall to her lap, and her head lay on the back of the wall, and her gaze caught the door openeing. "O-oh..." a sniffle in the statement, "Hey Shiro."

Batalla smiled, "Great, I'll stay for a bit, then go get dressed." Batalla wouldn't care what Mitsune told Adalina. Adalina had just lost her, and she was free for the taking.

"Adalina...."

The ghost girl took it as a sign to come in, slowly pushing the door open. Considering her height, it was rather difficult to get her hands on the knob properly again, but once she did, she managed to shut the door behind her. She could sense the negative emotion coming from the girl.... the same thing that was coming from Mitsune, only in a lesser degree. The blank stare was unmovable, even as she approached Adalina slowly. "Breakfast is ready... why aren't you with us...?" Even her voice was emotionally dry, expressing nothing.

To Move On
"I'm sorry..." she sniffled again, she had gotten used to the emotionlessness of the girl. "I'm not in there because Batalla doesn't want to be with me at the moment, I don't want to start a fuss..." her voice sullen, she glanced at the younger girl, even with her troubles and stoic nature, Adalina found warmth in her, hard to do, but Adalina always could. "Do you want me to come eat with you?"

However, Shiro didn't choose to answer. At least, not directly.

Instead, her eyes fell onto the drawing that had been scattered aside for the moment. She stooped down to a kneeling position, reaching out and grabbing the picture with both hands. It was.... her sister.... and Adalina herself? It was odd.... this wasn't like the ones in the storybooks that Mommy and Daddy had read to her.... there was no words, no story.... just the picture itself. It fascinated her, to think that only a picture could be drawn without any words. What was the purpose?

"This is... a strange picture." She commented aloud, staring at it with a dull curiosity.

"The one of me and Mitsune?" she looked over, raising her body higher, but remaining seated. She could eat, or pass on it and stay here with Shiro for the moment, it didn't really matter. "Why do you say that?" Adalina's voice showed care, the girl was tender, and someone that was easy to confide with.

"There's no words...." Shiro explained, continuing to look over the picture. "This is nothing like a story... what are you trying to say with this picture?" She looked over her shoulder, hoping that Adalina would tell her...

"It's a drawing, art." Adalina made her way over to the girl, taking a seat next to her. "It's a story in itself... a way to put emotions, without the use of words, or where words can't." Adalina sighed as she looked at it, not out of irritation, just remembering the argument before. "This picture... represents the way I feel for Mitsune. I like her... alot. The roaming hills can represent any place, our hands together represent unity or togetherness... and as we look to the sky, it represents that no worries or dredges can hold us down."

That seems so different now...

"Then.... why are you so sad?"

Shiro continued to pressure her further, satisfied with the definition, but now confused at her words. "If you like Sister... then you should be spending time with her...." She allowed her body to turn to face Adalina, her head tilted to the side curiously.

"I want to... but she's ignoring me... and she's not happy with me at the moment..." Adalina sighed, mumbling the words lightly, "I really want to..." ''spend time with her. ''Looking back to Shiro, she offered a small smile.

"...." If Mitsune was ignoring her.... what was the purpose? She just couldn't understand why this was happening.... therefore, at least for a moment, Shiro could only remain silent for a moment more as she thought. If Mitsune was avoid her, even when she was sad.... how cruel was that? Blank eyes flickered with sympathy and slight grief. If that was the case...

Gently, she moved closer, wrapping her arms around Adalina in a friendly, but emotional hug. "Father always told me that a hug was one of the best ways to cheer someone up...." She said softly. "And you don't look cheered up at the moment...." It was a shot... but it was probably the best she could do at the moment. This was obviously nothing of her concern... and still, she wanted to lend a helping hand.

Somewhat shocked by the hug, she didn't neglect it though. Letting it soak in... the girl was trying to comfort her. Hugging her back, she let out a content sigh. "Thanks Shiro." staying there for a moment, Adalina was glad that this new member of the family was a kindred spirit. It made her feel not so alone. "I really needed that."

This wouldn't stop Mitsune from ignoring her, but she would try harder in the evening to apologize and make things right. Even if they weren't or were wrong, she wanted to be with her.

Shiro gave a slow nod, comforted in the arms of Adalina. She was always comforted around such; embraces such as this meant peace, even if it only had little effect on her. "Do you want to stay up here for a bit longer, or should we come down?" She asked, wondering if this would have any effect on Adalina's wishes to see Mitsune and/or Batalla.

"I'll go down if you do." Adalina commented, she wanted company, and talking to Batalla or Mitsune alone wouldnt' be the best. She didn't want to make a show infront of their parents. Standing up in her light jean shorts, and her plain cream t-shirt, she smiled at the girl.

"I would prefer to stay with you...." Shiro answered gently, releasing Adalina from her grasp and standing up as well.

"Alright, we'll stay up here then." Adalina smiled to her. Even though they weren't blood direct family members, she still loved her like a sister or close friend none the same. "If you want to draw you can, I have some paper, and drawing kits under the desk."

"Thank you...."

With that, Shiro allowed herself to move away from the other girl, maneuvering her hands underneath the desk in order to search for the required items. In truth, she didn't know how to draw.... but she did know how to write. She preferred to do so over speaking; it allowed for her a broader range of talking. What could be considered wierd when speaking could be considered beautiful when writing... it was her own preferred art, in contrast to Adalina's own style.

The question was...

....what would she write about?

Tristeza ate eating her meal, quiet, but with calm look on her face. And Bailarin was constantly watching Batalla, this girl was immediately going for Mitsune at the drop of the hat, nothing she liked. "So, Batalla, how's your mom?"

Batalla looked to the white haired woman, "She's doing well, going out with 'Calmante', ugh... it's their anniversary or something, so their on an island for the whole week. But I'm home free till they get back."

Adalina looked to Shiro, smiling, "Whether it be art or words, sometimes, I draw to express my emotion into paper, or what I would want." "As a means to get it off my chest, or just define myself, you can do the same."

Mitsune frowned. "That's a bit irresponsible of them." She commented. Leaving the delinquent home all week with no supervision whatsoever? Weren't they worried about their house?

Emotion....

Maybe she did have something to draw after all.

After thinking for a moment, Shiro grabbed several colors from under the desk; grey, red, yellow, blue.... mostly everyone of the colors of the rainbow were in the form of a coloring utensil at least once in her possession. Placing the paper on the floor, she picked up a color and started to work. It was at this moment flashes of her dream started occuring to her... but only flashes. She wasn't scared.... there was someone with her, a relative. She would help her escape from the demons.... wouldn't she? She continued to work, putting forth her effort into it.

She was going to make it a good one.

Adalina watched with care, sitting beside her, watching each individual stroke, taking in the details. Silent just to keep focused.

Batalla looked to Mitsune, "Yeah, but, there gain, seems to be my gain at the moment. What happens, happens." A smile on her black colored lips, her dull red eyes gleaming.

The girl smiled awkwardly back at her. The look in her eyes forced Mitsune to look away in nervousness and collect her thoughts. "... That's... that's nice..." She responded hesitantly, reluctant to engage in any further conversation with the girl. Why was she going out with this one again?

"Maybe we can go eat out before the movie, that is if you want." Another smile on Batalla's lips, "I'd pay of course, and it wouldn't be anything fancy." Her gaze entering Mitsune's.

So beautiful...

To Shiro's surprise.... she wasn't allowing herself to write.

Instead, from the moment that she allowed the brush to connect with paper, flashes appeared into her head. In her mind... what she was going to appear in words was appearing so visually in her head. At first, she was dumbfounded - she wasn't thinking of this... she wasn't attempting to think about it... and yet, it was as if someone was displaying something to her. She felt compelled to move the brush in a different manner, moving from writing to playing out the scene in front of her. Her blank eyes were concentrated as she worked, fingers twitching madly with excitement.

A gray sky...

A man in what appeared to be military attire, a pistol in hand aimed at....

''A woman who was standing still, dressed in the feudal attire of a Shinigami. A hand was placed on the hilt of her sword...''

Trees that surrounded the two of them, naked, bare, and their branches curving away from the two fighters....

Blood that formed a lake around their feet.

"S-Sure... Whatever you want to do, Batalla..." Mitsune replied. Why was the girl being so nice to her...? When they'd first met, she hated Batalla. Over the lengthy time she'd known the girl, Mitsune had found her barely tolerable. But now she was being so nice, and so foward, so insistant... It was intimidating.

Adalina glanced, watching as the girl did so. The girl was drawing... it was a insane sketch, making sure to watch each brush and stroke, mental notes going in her own head as to what it would be in the end.

Batalla kept her gaze at Mitsune and smiled. "Awesome, I'll see you at 6:30 PM then."

Tristeza scrunched her nose. Goth runt... "Don't you have someone else to pester?" Batalla looked towards the woman, "I could pester you directly if you wanted." "And the last person I pestered was a poor old man, but now he watches where he walks because of me." Snickering at the thought... pathetic humans.

Bailarin rolled her eyes, looking around for Tereya and Nori, "Are we the only ones eating?"

This was when Nori finally pushed Tereya into the dining room. Frowning, he let out a sigh of relief that they were finally there. "I pushed you all this way, woman. Now make me my breakfast." He ordered briskly, slapping her bottom as he gave the command. Sexism was awesome.

Mitsune nodded. "See you then, I guess." Wasn't Batalla staying over anyway? Or was she going to go back home and pick her up...? Either way, this was getting a bit too creepy for Mitsune to handle.

A look of brief shock crossed over Tereya's face as jerked forward a bit, instinctively holding the spot where Nori had suddenly slapped her with one of her hands. What the hell? Did all that time she had spent taking care of him make him a bit more cocky? Just fucking super... "Sure...." She muttered sarcastically, narrowing her eyes and looking over her shoulder with a skeptical frown. "'Cause pushing's the work of a real gentleman...." Rolling them, she walked away from him and into the kitchen, stuffing her hands into her pockets.

In the room, it felt like it was taking forever....

....however, she was about half-way done with the painting already, when she finally stopped. She had gotten the outlines done first... the two fighters standing toe-to-toe with each other, as well as the trees that bended away. What would be the blood ground was nothing more than.... ground. She set the brush down, fingers aching at the merciless work. "....it seems like I can't work on this right now...." She commented softly. "Do you see....?"

"Yes." Adalina looked at it... what was it describing? Was it a dream? Emotions in play. "What does it mean to you? Or is it a nightmare, something you saw, or don't want to happen?" Adalina butted herself in at the last, "You don't have to tell me though.

Batalla looked to the rest, and opened the front door, then shutting it with the crook of her boot.

Tristeza let out a sigh. "I swear, if she ticks me off, even one more time..." sighing, she rubbed her temples. "Blasted brat..." Bailarin looked over to the kitchen area, where were those two?

"This is my mother...."

Shiro explained softly, her tone betraying nothing as she explained. "She was fighting people with guns.... they were trying to kill her...." That was all she could say about the drawing at the moment, even as she looked it over.

"Hmm..." she pondered. "You did good, if it's your first time, not many people who are young can draw so well." Adalina stated what she wanted Shiro to think... what she really thought was pondering why the girl had dreamed such... violent and nightmarish horrors. It had to be something, maybe she could find out. "Try not to worry about it, our family won't let others hurt your parents, or vice-versa."

"Oh, c'mon, don't bitch about it..."

The condenscending tone came from Nori, who was following his wife into the kitchen. He wasn't actually sure if she was going to make his food or not (though the former would probably be preferable), but he didn't want her walking around with a puss on her face for the entire day.

Her husband quickened his pace so he could walk alongside her. "You should be happy that I find an old hag such as yourself attractive. Especially considering you're hundreds of years older than myself~..." He chirped, then caught himself. "N-Not that you look like an old hag...! That was the point of the compliment..."

A wry smile came across Tereya's face at the remark. "Well, sorry for not being a little kid again...." She replied mockingly, stopping at the kitchen door and placing her hand onto it. "And maybe when I'm nearing 2,000, that's when you can start calling me an old hag.... if you ain't dead by then."

"With the way you reconstructed my personality, Nami, the only way I'd be dead by then is if you picked at the flaws you purposely created..." Nori mumbled. As she stopped, he didn't, opening the door to the kitchen and holding it open for her. Surely, she must've thought of some way she could keep an advantage over him, in case something bad happened once again. Then she could just pull at the seems, let his psyche fall apart, then put it back together again, like a jigsaw puzzle.

This made Tereya quirk an eyebrow, even as she stepped through. "Oh... so you're sayin' you could live forever?"

Shiro, back in the room, didn't allow herself to turn to Adalina. However, the next words she spoke were chilling: "What does it matter....? They're all going to die eventually...." Morbidity began to set in, and her eyes were overshadowed. But one, if peering closely enough, could see sadness in her eyes. It was rather depressing for the girl to think about such things....

"Die?" "Sweetheart... from what my parents tell me... we can live forever, Arrancar... Shinigami..." "Your parents are tough, they won't just give up and die." It was faith. Maybe blind... 100% wrong... "And we all live, to make it to our farthest point, and we may all go away in the future, but we move on."

"That's the point of living." Adalina looked to Shiro, offering her a hug. "We live experience it... and we stay that way to cherish all we start, our children, our dreams, our hopes." If Shinigami, Hollows, Visoreds, Demons, and Arrancars... are all the results of death. Then death wasn't the end. Maybe it lead to the next life afterwards... just maybe life is a stair-way. Leading up and up... with no sign of an end.

"And if we are ever alone or someone does die... I'll do my best to keep us all together."

Tristeza was downstairs, looking to Tereya, hearing the arguement in action, Tereya was going to win, she always did. "Blondie's gonna get it in a minute if he keeps it up..." Bailarin thought about Tereya for a moment as well, not the same topic, but thinking of how well they had all bonded over the years... maybe they should spend more time with eachother.

This made Shiro look over her shoulder again, blank eyes staring at Adalina and processing what she had said. Slowly, she allowed herself to turn once again, this time to face her. "....you speak a lot of hope... Adalina." She muttered. However, she did allow herself to move forward, Adalina's arms embracing her once more.

"I'm not saying that I can live forever. I'm saying that when you're an ugly old hag, I'll still be a handsome, dashing young man." Nori retorted. The stare he was giving meant to imply he was saying this merely to piss her off, whether or not it may be true.

Handsome.

Dashing.

....were ''those the words that Nori was using to describe.... himself?''

For his pick of the statement, Tereya covered her hand behind her mouth, turned her head away, and started snickering, careful not to let it burst out into outright laughter. She would've accepted "in his prime", or something else - hell, anything was better than that!

Handsome? Oh yes, definitely.

Dashing....? Oh, hell no. He was definitely not live-spirited, nor was his attire the stuff of the fancy rich bastards of the world.

Young....? Oh, how he could dream....

Adalina watched as she did so, closing her eyes momentarily. "That's how you have to speak, and live. Otherwise you only feel sadness... even in the face of despair and darkness, why suffer? Keep on that smile." ''Even to the point to where you delude yourself... it's the only way to keep sane.''

Tristeza nearly chocked on her food, the word handsome, and ''Nori? ''Wow... she didn't expect those together. Atleast not to be said by him. Bailarin looked at Tristeza, snapped out of her own daze.

"You should stop snickering, considering the tits belonging to all three of you are going to drop down to the floor. You'll all probably get fat, too..." Nori frowned. It was meant to be an insult; not to make them laugh at him. Apparently the tone he had used wasn't able to penetrate any of their thick skulls. At least Bailarin wasn't laughing... But, she was the only non-tsundere.

"Oooooh, then you must be glad to have gotten me while I was hot--"

Stopping in the middle of her sentence, Tereya allowed herself to go into a 180-degree pivot, raising a hand behind her, and giving herself a light slap on her buttocks, before she performed another elegant pivot to face Nori, stopping in a rather alluring pose.

"And ready...."

Her tone was a mixture of allure and teasing, even at the "old age" insults. Sure, she would get old.... but it'd be a long time before that ever happened. Even then, would she be bitching about her beauty? Hardly, considering she spent most of her life getting cut up and beaten the shit out of... beauty was such a materialistic thing. He could keep it if he wanted to.... she'd accept it as long as it lasted.

This rendered Nori speechless. Not only could he not think of a response to her comment, his gaze was noticably redirected towards her cleavage and curves. The majority of her husband's face turned a light red while his right arm propped the rest of his body up from the counter. True, it wasn't the first time she'd done this to him... But, he was happy she could still make him so flustered.

Tristeza let out a laugh. He had such a mouth, but he was just bark, no bite. Tristeza knew she was still hot. And both the other women were as well. Thinking of it momentarily, she pondered a perverted thought in her head. That'd be fun...

"Rest assured, there's still gonna be plenty of fun going on before I get old." Tereya closed one eye in a wink, before she moved out of her pose and entered the kitchen completely. "Now, you gonna eat or not? I was tempted to let you fix your own stuff on that little "old hag" comment...."

Against Adalina's hug, Shiro simply closed her eyes. Did.... did she feel something warm in her eyes? Why was her vision blurring up? When she blinked, she felt liquid drip down from her eyelids and down her face. "If.... if only you knew...." She thought grievingly. "You would not be saying such things of hope...." She removed herself from Adalina immediately, her eyes overshadowed once more. "We....we should go back downstairs."

Nori followed behind her like an obediant dog. "I'll... I'll eat..." He mumbled uncertainly. The man really only had an appetite for one thing at the moment, and food wasn't necessarily what he desired. Was he capable of keeping it in his pants? Certainly. Did he want to? Not at all.

Tristeza just watched as they both enterted the dining room, at long last. "Hn." Bailarin looked at them, keeping silent... she was too lost in her own thoughts to keep up with everyone else.

Adalina nodded, "Alright, sounds good." Standing up, she grasped Shiro's hand in hers, and made her way down the stairs to eat with the rest.

"Oh... and one more thing...."

As they walked to the table, Tereya turned to look over her shoulder at the following man, a rather devious smile on her face. "You just might wanna take care of..." She whispered, lifting a finger to shoulder-level to point downwards. "...that." Of course, it was going to happen. She could practically feel his heart beating rapidly, the effects she had on him taking their toll. And what was the most important one? Why, the most embarrassing, of course! He could only hope that Bailarin and/or Tristeza wouldn't see it... or they'd have a field day with the guy....

Oh, how she loved being his wife.

"Oh, fuck you, already."

Instead of sitting there so he could be laughed at, Nori disappeared with a well-timed kogeru, ditching the family so he could take care of the problem Tereya had caused. What a bitch. She wouldn't even take care of it herself, after flaunting all her junk in his face.

Tristeza allowed a giggle. "Well played..." offering a smile to the woman. Bailarin looked back up, only hearing a small portion, but nodded anyways, whether she was in the conversation trully or not, "Ditto."

"You think he'd know by now how far he can get by trying to argue with me...." Tereya gloated, sitting herself in the chair nearest to the two women. She placed her hands behind her head, crossing her legs in what seemed like a lady-like fashion. The only thing she regretted was not putting a cigarette in her mouth. Ugh.... she should've gotten one while she was still standing up, but she was too busy teasing Hime! Bah... she wasn't going anywhere now....

"Heh, well, I can't argue with that." Eating some more of the pancakes, she smiled, the syrup trickled on her chin. "Dang, these are good." Bailarin looked to Tereya, they usually saw eachother all the time, but she might as well ask... "So, how are you today, besides all this?"

Tereya looked up...

...and her eyes comically narrowed at the sight of the syrup dripping down Bailarin's chin. This was supposed to be the mature, composed one out of the bunch! She looked so ridiculous! A bit of a motherly instinct kicked in. What to do was simple; either tell her flat out... or say a bit of it, and then stick out her tongue to lick the spot on her own face (a motion for Bailarin to do the same). After all, Bailarin wasn't stupid; it wasn't as if she didn't know how to wipe foreign crap off of her own face....

However, a third option was kicking in.

Toy with them.

She was getting the urge to play a little bit more... after all, she succeeded in Nori's case.... she was now itching for that same experimentation with these two. Would they be as fun to play with as Nori was? Or would they be boring? If she went with the third option, she most definitely would be stepping down an unknown path.... and that was making her even more curious. Her finger was practically itching, her arm raising up to Bailarin's face.

"You've got a...."

She didn't finish that sentence. Her finger touched the spot beside where the syrup was, before she dragged it aside to wipe it off. The sacrifice was her finger, now stuck with the stuff.

A small awkard moment formed, first a blush from Bailarin. "Umm... sorry about t-that." She was the easy one to toy with... and seeing her get nervous fast made Tristeza grin on the inside. "You could've just told me." Her stutter hiding itself for the one sentence.

There were multiple ways to remove the syrup from her finger. 1. Wipe it off with a napkin or various cloth. 2. Use your own clothes... too uncoothed for herself. 3. Or, lick it off...

The third seemed most embarrassing, but Bailarin was getting a brighter blush for thinking it. Tristeza smiled. This was good...

Unfortunately, Tereya wasn't showing shame or embarrassment.

"Well, I just thought that actions spoke louder than words...."

In a seemingly bored manner, Tereya decided to stick that finger into her mouth, removing herself from the problem immediately. It was as if she was practically tasting a sample of new food out on the market. She closed her eyes, kept her finger in a rather thoughtful position, before she popped it out of her mouth.

"Y-yeah, I guess so." Bailarin bit her lip, and watched as she did the... action. Quickly shifting her head to look downward, she placed another piece of the pancake in her mouth. Her red tint remained... why had she done that, on purpose for? It was kind of... alluring... ''I shouldn't think that! ''

Tristeza watched, thinking the same.

"....oh."

Once again, Tereya would not let up on her. Placing an arm on the table, she looked with a more realistic look of narrowed eyes, the smirk all too clear on her face. "Your face looks a lil' red. All I was doing for you was a favor...." She said coyly, almost tempted to laugh. But it would ruin what she was going for. "But I think you're getting a little something more in your head, aren't you?" Oh, boy, this was starting to get very fun!

Bailarin looked up, "M-my face?" She waited a moment, one of her hands touching her heated cheek in the response. "N-no...I-I... kinda... mayb-... y-yes..." Bailarin was stuttering the whole way, a look directly into Tereya's eyes lead to her not losing the contact. Tristeza watched with ancticipation, this was all to fun to preview.

"I thought so...."

WOOSH!

With a simple Shunpo, Tereya re-appeared right to the side of Bailarin, one palm applying itself to the table in front of the Arrancar. The other grasped the handle, partially trapping her between herself and Tristeza. "That's some pretty bad thoughts you're gettin'...." She said casually, partially leaning. "I think we should do somethin' about that.... right, Trizzy...?" Her sly gaze drifted from Bailarin to Tristeza in less than a heartbeat, and as naturally as ever.

Oh Yes...
Bailarin gulped, this was so close, and now her thoughts were running rampant. Her blush was now to it's highest peak... and Tristeza would make it the best time.

"I think we could..." Tristeza leaned over to Bailarin as well, throwing a few alluring glances to the both of them. Her own voice a whisper. ''"It'd be fun..." ''her voice filled with a husk. This was definately fun.

Perfect.

"Great...." Something told her inside of her head that she was making the wrongest decision.... there was a small part of her that was telling her to pull back while she still could, to laugh it off and say it was all a joke... but, even as she looked into their eyes, Tereya knew that she had stepped too far in. The only move she could make was the move forward... "Your room, or mine?"

"Let's go to ours." Tristeza mentioned, with a pause, she smiled. She had no qualms. Joke or not, everything should atleast be tried once.

Bailarin looked warily, but wantingly towards the two. She hadn't felt this sense of lust in a long while...

"Lead the way, then...I'm right..." Tereya used this opportunity for her own crack, winking at Tristeza. "...behind you."

"Sounds nice." Vanishing, she teleported the three into the room, all infront of the bed. Tristeza smiled, as she pushed Bailarin lightly so she was leaning with her back on the bed... Bailarin was now in their control. That's where she wanted to be.

Tristeza offered the same wink back to Tereya. Tereya and Tristeza were definately the dominant, and as Bailarin scootched back to the back board of the bed, she waited.

"Now where do you think you're going?"

A feral grin crossing Tereya's face, she immediately pounced upon Bailarin like a tiger upon its prey. Immediately, before she could even reach it, Tereya used her own body to pin the Arrancar down, holding the girl's hands above her head and together with both of her own. "You feelin'.... apprehensive?" She whispered, not bothering to hide the predatory, whispery tone. "Because you're about to get a taste of what Nori's been havin'...." Not waiting for a response, she moved in, plunging her lips against Bailarin's own in the same vicious, but passionate kiss that Nori and her had shared. Slowly, her hands began to drag downward, fingers sliding down the arms in a torturous manner. They would be on their way to tearing off the annoying fabric that stood between her and her prey...

...then it would begin.

It was here that Shiro and Adalina could be seen, beginning to walk past the rooms.

If they were paying attention, they'd be able to hear the faint murmur of voices from the kitchen, inbetween some loud snacking...

"--and then all three of them went up to the room...?"

"That's what I said, numbnuts."

"Watch your mouth. I'm your father."

"Oh, shut the fuck up. Who do you think I learned the fucking words from..."

Adalina looked around curiously, "Where is everyone?" Hearing some noise coming from the kitchen, she kept her hand in Shiro's, still glad to give or feel comfort from the warmth.

W....was that Father....?

And....Mitsune.

The name only made Shiro grimace slightly, though her naturally blank expression hid it well. She allowed herself to move with Shiro, keeping an ear into the voices. This could be important... even if she was a bit unhappy with her sister at the moment.

"So how was your day today, Mitsune?"

"It's been fine. Though, I'm going on a date with Batalla later on..."

"... Batalla. What about Adalina?"

"What about Adalina?"

"..... Mmph, nothin', nothing..."

Adalina stayed still waited with her younger friend; even close enough to be a sister, making sure to listen as the two conversed... sneaky as it was. Mitsune had just... said... her heart dropped momentarily, and didn't pick up. Her hand gripped Shiro's somewhat tighter, and her features told the all too sad tale that she was feeling betrayed and hurt.

''She doesn't care... about me? Just like that... j-just like that...''

"...."

Now the darkness in Adalina's heart was evident. Shiro's eyes shadowed over once more, her mouth closed in what seemed like her usual expression. But, under the lips, her teeth was bared. The grip on Adalina's hand might've caused her pain, but it was all too clear what the ghostly girl was feeling at the moment. She couldn't help the murderous intent from seeping out of her, too blind in her quiet fury in order to notice it.

Oh.... how she would've loved to rip out Mitsune's own heart right now, just to make it even.

BEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLCH.

After a very long, intrusive, and annoying belching noise, Mitsune stood from the table. Apparently, she had finished eating whatever it was she had been eating, and had chosen to release the gas built up in her stomach right not his face. This earned a slightly peeved expression from the man, but he was obviously use to such behavior by then, so he didn't react besides the slight change of his mood.

"Damn straight, nothin'. Batalla asked. I said yes. End of story. It doesn't mean we're boyfriend and girlfriend; I'm just going this once to see how it is. That's all."

Adalina couldn't help it, she wanted to run again, to leave. But it didn't matter... confronting her wouldn't either. But for Batalla...? Why? Was she paying her back?

For what...?

That was when Shiro's hand released itself from Adalina's. "It seems that my sister wants to toy around... how annoying." She said dryly, hand pressing itself against the door. "Allow me to teach her, Adalina...." And by teach, she meant beat the living shit out of the older sibling until she wouldn't even think of hurting Adalina ever again. The other hand was already clenched into a fist, readying themselves in the event should she swing them into Mitsune's face.

Despite saying end of story, Mitsune continued on anyway. "And if Adalina doesn't like it, fuck her... She can go find somebody else! I don't care anymore."

The breaking point was met, she fell against the wall of the stairs, out of view... Shiro could do it. Hugging her body to her knees, small tears formed once more... Was she supposed to just accept it? She felt a cold motion in her stomach. Just the first of issues to come.

Shiro didn't need any more notion.

WHAM!

Lifting her leg, she slammed it into the door with enough force to send it colliding with the wall behind it. Her eyes were widened, and nothing but malice and murder was shown in her eyes. She didn't even speak a word, but kicked into a Kogeru to immediately vanish. She didn't care if her father was watching her.... what Mitsune had said was cruel!!! She re-appeared behind the girl, fists clasped together. Like a sledgehammer, she swung them down, those widened eyes never changing.

She was going to crush the girl's skull in!

Smack!

She was intercepted by Nori, who caught her arms with his hand, at the expense of him being thrown from his own chair and slammed onto the floor below. The hand was buried in a small crater now present in the floor, still holding weakly onto Shiro's own...

Mitsune needed to run.

The other daughter burst into a very quick kogeru, leaving the house in a feeble attempt to escape Shiro's rage. Had she been listening to what Mitsune said...? But since when did Shiro care about Adalina?! If Adalina had Shiro, then why did she need Mitsune!?

"Now... Shiro..." Nori mumbled, grimacing at the stinging pain in his right hand. She had probably broken it. He'd heal it later. "Calm down... Daddy... Daddy'll get you some milk... Just calm down, calm down..." Almost trying to hold her in the house, Nori's other arm reached out and clasped the girl tightly in a hug. It wouldn't do anything if she really wanted to get away, but if she was distracted enough, it'd hold her.

However, Shiro, despite her age, was not foolish enough to fall for such a trap. If she accepted the milk, then her heartless sister would get away! And she would never get to punish her! Refusing to react to her father, Shiro violently wrenched herself out of his grip, and used her own Kogeru to escape the household. She left the house, following Mitsune like a loyal bloodhound. Hell.... she was even bent low to the ground, racing across it on all fours in the manner similar to a lion pursuing buffalo. There was only two things that were driving her at that moment.

One: The fact that Mitsune had said those words.

Two: The voice in her head, whispering directly in her ear, "Yes.... do not let that wench get away for spitting in her own lover's face. Show her no mercy! Avenge your fallen friend!!!"

"Avenge...." She whispered, even as she raced after Mitsune, her speed closing the gap rather quickly....

This is getting annoying.

Bending low, Mitsune picked up a small round stone off of the ground, span around incredibly fast, and hurled it at her sister's head. Then, she changed direction quickly, and launched herself at her sister, hoping to tackle her and incapacitate her while she was distracted by the flying rock.

A rock?

Immediately, Shiro stopped in her tracks, forced to swerve off track. The only sign of surprise she showed was blinking, even as they flickered from Mitsune to the stone. However, she was taken off-guard by the girl suddenly changing direction and charging at her. It dumbfounded her.... wasn't she afraid?! For this very reason, Mitsune was free to slam into the girl, knocking her straight to the ground. However.... it didn't knock her out. Instead, now that Shiro was toppled, she raised an arm to strike the other girl right in the jaw to knock her off.

Fear wasn't something that came easily to Mitsune.

However, she was still capable of underestimation and surprise.

And so was the case with Shiro's hook. After the tackle, Mitsune had expected Shiro to be disoriented or knocked out when she had tackled her. That was the underestimation part. The surprise part came when that hook smashed into Mitsune's jaw, knocking the girl off of her sister, and sending her sprawling on the grass next to Shiro. She was barely conscious now... If Shiro had broken Mitsune's jaw, she might have died.

Now, to finish this.

Moving quickly, Shiro lunged on Mitsune, hands grasping the firstborn's neck and squeezing without relent. She could feel the warmth of the neck, the life ready to be squeezed out of her. She would pay dearly for hurting Adalina! "Those who hurt others in such a manner...." She whispered softly, even as she continued to strangle the life out of her sister "Must die..."