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#31The Meaning of Art (Ichigo  and Amaya) - Page 4 Empty Re: The Meaning of Art (Ichigo and Amaya) Sat Dec 31, 2011 2:38 pm

Anna Nanashi

Anna Nanashi
Its not your fault I am bitch,
I’m a monster


Yukiluna didn’t know what to say or do as she had tried to keep him from leaving, but some saying are true such as ‘love was never meant for a monster. This saying her once read rang through her head. Was that what he thought of her? A monster? A freak of nature? What was it about being this ‘Fullbringer?’ She never heard this word before. She knew it didn’t mean anything good, since he broke it off right then and there. No reason, No emotion, nothing? Was tonight just a lie? He saved her so many times from dying or bad things happening to her? If it was a lie, why did he save her? Why didn’t he let that one male cut her for embarrassing him, or the gang of punks at that one bar have their way with her. So many questions about tonight rang through her head Did she do something wrong he didn’t like? Was it something she said? Was all the death today really caused because of her? Why was it when she was in trouble, he was there? She didn’t know what he might say to those questions. She leaned against the wall placing her hand over the wound on her arm she pulled that hand to her face, Finding a lot of fresh blood. Her wound was getting worse.

She slid down to the base of the wall looking up . The question of why she didn’t end it all swirled into her head. She had plenty of reasons, Her family dying on her birthday, She being put in an mental hospital for almost half a year. What a pathetic existence. She lost connection with reality but the doctors think that she developed Chronic Bi-polar and a split personality disorder. Though each time the other personality came out, she herself went black. Her mind. She could feel something taking control. It always came out when she wasn’t able to coop with the world. With the reason of why anyone or thing lived Was that the reason she had been alive all these years? Her other side has been keeping her form ending her own life, pressing her forward. She was on enough medication to knock out an elephant. Some or depression, others for her bi polar some for her split personality. The list of how screwed up in the head she was just went on and on. She saw the therapist several times a week, especially when she has her mental break downs, which hasn’t happened for a while since her knew medication and her opening the store. She attempted standing up feeling cold and weak. She moved towards the door seeing the room move. She managed to pull the door open moving out. The outside was somewhat cold as she stumbled around feeling blood race down her arm like a tortoise. She saw someone at a distance before she could feel herself falling. it felt like forever till she black out right before hitting the ground. The last thing that managed to come out of her mouth was a whispered “Udar….Sha”
I came this way, all this way
Just to say, ay
This time won’t you save me,
I’m giving up baby.

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#32The Meaning of Art (Ichigo  and Amaya) - Page 4 Empty Re: The Meaning of Art (Ichigo and Amaya) Sat Dec 31, 2011 4:05 pm

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"There are two types of people in the world.Those with a gun, and those who dig. Now dig!"

The Full bring abilities do not and cannot change through growth. However, Full bringers must progress to a certain level before they can use their abilities to their fullest. As such, the Full bring of a user that has not reached such a level appears to be different, and can be considered "incomplete". When the Full bring reaches its full potential and evolves to their final stage, it will emit a violent burst of energy that can damage the user's body itself. Full bring powers were not toys as, Shinigami's, Bount's, Arrancar's, etc. It was a power with a high spiritual pressure. If you do not manifest it correctly, it will be the end of being. Holt F***ing Shit...

Therefore, another Full bring user is required to oversee the process in order to block the explosion and prevent the recently complete Full bring from damaging its user. Full bringers also have the ability to trade and share their powers with other Full bringers or Substitute Shinigami. When a Full bringer dies, all traces of their ability will disappear. Udarsha looked backed at the Public toilet center and then again he moved forward. It's not forever...

Udarsha Kiel was thinking the powers of Yukilina. As far as he knew, The Full bringers can sense Hollows, other Full bringers and other spiritual beings at a significant distance or tell in what direction they are in. And o they have different kind of particle powers as; Soul Manipulation, Bringer Light and finally Object Affinity. Other than that Udarsha didn't know anything about Full bringers. What puzzled him was, what kind of power did Yukilina have? Udarsha thought as walked but none came into his Intellectual mind. That's part where I should find out too myself...

The street was filled with people walking by. It was actually quite crowded. "How can I search for this man?" Udarsha thought as walked through the road. He was in his Gigai sate so; he didn't have any trouble, pushing the people away. What a crowd! It was like Disney world itself, at least there were no Mickey Mouse walking by. Udarsha took his left hand from his pocket and checked the ongoing time. The Mickey Mouse smile gave him a little cheering bit up, but it was not enough. It was 6.00 am in the morning his Mickey Mouse watched showed. Udarsha smiled to himself. I got all the time, in the world...


People were screaming like hell, and children were running like rats on the rad. Bewildered Udarsha, ran towards the place where he had heard screams. It was a house near the 15th street of Karakura Street. A mob of people had gathered around the house, and speaking. Udarsha shook his head and went towards them. Hearing the locals out, he had heard that a few mad people were locked inside the house and they had no way out. The landlord of the house came towards Udarsha, who seemed a man who had worked out a bit and a man with strength. "Will you help us lock them forever, please?" the landlord quite begging him with her soft voice. Udarsha shook his head and slowly said with his terrifying whisper "Madness is the emergency exit. You can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. You can lock them away... forever..."

Ignoring the landlord request, Udarsha had gotten away from the street. He was now again walking his never ending stroll. He looked everywhere as he walked. Udarsha could see people getting ready for April. That means April fool month. It took Udarsha for his childhood in the Human world. He had never celebrated or done anything on April fool’s day. He had no freedom in his childhood. He had miserable childhood, he had killed his father by the butchers but that's another story for another day. Udarsha said as he passed a small April fool billboard. "April sweet is coming in, let the feast of fools begin!"

Udarsha only walked a few steps, his cell phone rang. He took it out from his pocket and checked it. It was a call from his EX-girl friend, Yukilina. Amazed, Udarsha click the button and laid the phone on his ear. Udarsha didn't say anything but he waited her to make the first move. Udarsha waited for a few minutes but nothing. H's patience ran out. He coughed so the caller could hear him. Yet there was nothing. Not even a hum. Udarsha started to say something but he was interrupted by her "Hey Darling, it Yukilina Matsumoto! Can you come here? It’s getting rough." Yukilina Matsumoto said with her small tiny voice. Udarsha signed his disappointment. This was prostitute girl, who he knew for some time. He cleared his voice and said slowly towards the speaker. "Parting is such sweet sorrow, dearest. Still, you can't say we didn't show you a good time. Enjoy yourself out there... in the Playboy mansion. Just don't forget -- if it ever gets too tough... there's always a place for you here..."

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#33The Meaning of Art (Ichigo  and Amaya) - Page 4 Empty Re: The Meaning of Art (Ichigo and Amaya) Sun Jan 01, 2012 7:36 am

Anna Nanashi

Anna Nanashi
"MOTHER! FATHER!"cried a young teenage girl in shock seeing her house ablaze. She spent countless days in the police station not saying a word or respond as she ehard police speaj of her parents and three of her childhood friends dying in the fire. She could hear them speaking of her who she didnt seem to even be with them mentaly as she responded to nothing just sat there holding a single paintbrush she wouldnt let go of.
Yukiluna's eyes shot up as she shot up from a laying position to a sitting one. Scaring the nurses and the doctors in her room have to death from the sudden coming back from a slight coma. She took deep short breaths before shutting her eyes tightly as the pain finally caught up from her injuries. She fell back down feeling an oxygen mask pulled over her mouth and nose as she felt them inject her with something to probably help with the pain racing through her. She looked towards the wall as she thought she had saw udarsha standing against the wall with his arms folded watching She blinked once and he was gone before her vision faded to black and she was out again. She layed in the bed on her back her arms flat on the bed against her sides as she felt from the medicine they gave her as a machined monitored her heart and a blood pack hung up high beside her bed feeding blood back into her body from what she had orginally lost. her upper arm form her shoulder to her elbow was wrapped after having to have her wound recut open to clear out any infects already in there then having to restitched she had a patch over the stitches alogn with the arm wrapped for extra security. Her cheast went up and down slowly as her mask fogged up then unfogged with each exhaled breath.

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#34The Meaning of Art (Ichigo  and Amaya) - Page 4 Empty Re: The Meaning of Art (Ichigo and Amaya) Mon Jan 02, 2012 2:38 pm

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"There are two types of people in the world.Those with a gun, and those who dig. Now dig!"

(OOC: Just as I promised.) 😁

Yukilina Matsumoto was a very beautiful woman. She was 6 years older than Udarsha. She was 26 years old. Yukilina Matsumoto had strong green hazel eyes. They were quite sharp. She's hair was on her shoulder length, black hair quite strengthened out. She had an arrogant look because of her chin but she weren't arrogant. She always wore small black coloured mini-skirt and a blue coloured small top dress. She never wore a bra; because of that her big breasts were quite visible with hard nipples. She was a total model. She was more than worthy to have a climax party...

Udarsha had first met Yukilina Matsumoto, on the Harvard University "Dan Code" party. It was quite a bash. There were so many unusual things happening in the party. Example: Kissing, Hardcore F***ing, lap dances, nude dancing and more awkward stuff. It was quite bizarre to Udarsha, but for others, it was just normal things. Yukilina Matsumoto had asked Udarsha for a dance but Udarsha rejected her. But finally she coaxed him to dance with her. Udarsha agreed. But a dance didn't happen that day. It was far worse and dirtier. That day, Udarsha knew everything about her. The day that changed his whole damn life...

Udarsha now realized his mistake and he started walking towards the public toilet center where he had abandoned her. He knew that he will be shunned by Yuki. But he didn't care. The old saying kept rotating in his mind. "Yuki dear, I'm coming..." Udarsha thought as he checked his Mickey Mouse wretch watch. It was a 30 minutes’ walk towards the center. He wanted to take a cab but he didn't. Rather than that he started to run fast. Running, faster and faster every moment. As for the phrase, it became non-stop repetition on his mind "If a person leaves you and never comes back again, it never meant to be yours. And if someone leaves you and comes back to you again, it's your forever..."

Passing by a few teen couples’s kids, Udarsha cocked himself to see what they were talking about. Udarsha was a very curious fellow. He always wanted to know secrets and stuff. If anyone asks him why he was so curious, he would simple and calmly reply that it was human nature. And it was true. Udarsha slowly leaned towards them and walked on his way. The girl was a good looker who had blonde hair and big blue eyes and the boy was a black dude with brown eyes. They were arguing about their skin colour. The girl didn’t date the dude because of his colour. This was a big major problem. Udarsha hated people who judged people by their looks. As for Udarsha, he was born in Sri Lanka and he was a light brown coloured dude. Udarsha shook his head in disgust and muttered and his voice "Don’t ever judge people by their looks. Beauty doesn’t last forever..."

Nearly towards his destination, Udarsha took a big turn towards the right. As he met a big bull kind of man who was walking, fast towards the bank. He was putting his cap down and slowly walking. When the person saw Udarsha he freezes in terror. Sweat began to follow from his forehead, his legs went rigid and he was paralyzed in fear. Udarsha looked at him and smiled. He started to observe him. And he realized that the person had robbed a band and getting away with it. Udarsha slowly took his gun out and pointed at him. The robbers face went pale as he started to say something. But nothing came out. Just nothing. Udarsha triggered his gun and aimed it at the robber’s forehead. Udarsha slowly said with his terrible whisper "Five... Four... Three... Two... One... BOOM! Just kidding!" as he started to laugh hysterically about the damn joke he had made.

Udarsha finally arrived towards his destination. He looked at the sign and signed. This is where he had left Yukilina. Udarsha felt guilty to himself as he started to walk inside it. His phone started to ring again. Again he looked at the number; he couldn’t recognize it as he started to answer it. "Hello." Udarsha said gently. "Hello, Mr.Udarsha. My name is not your damn business but, I have your beautiful, girl friends (Yukilina at my place) if you want her come and get her! Trace my IP address, but be careful..." the anonymous caller said hanging up the phone. Udarsha couldn’t believe what he heard. He walked towards the bench and sat down on it. It was his entire fault. Because he had left Yukilina alone the lady-killer had snatched her up. Udarsha stood up and started to track the IP address and he got it. As her slowly said with a whisper "It’s time to kick some bottom..."

The Lady-killer arranged his unconscious trophy in the rear of the van and took a moment to admire her sexy body. She was very beautiful as the women he bought, and yet she had an animal strength that excited him a lot. Her body was radiant, dewy with perspiration's. She smelled like Johnson baby cologne. As the lady-killer stood there savoring his prize, he ignored Udarsha’s appurtenance. He had a painful bruise as well; it was from the falling stairs. ..Well worth the compensation that lay before him. He took consolation in knowing the Sri Lankan who had promised to find his girl friend and rescue her. Gazing down at the incapacitated prisoner, the lady-killer visualized what lay before him. He ran a palm beneath her shirt. Her breast were big and perfect beneath. "Yes!" he smiled and started to take her shirt off. But he thought for a moment and he knew that Udarsha will be here any minute. Fighting urge to take her right there, he closed the door and drove off into the morning light. It all starts here...

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WORD COUNT: 1000

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#35The Meaning of Art (Ichigo  and Amaya) - Page 4 Empty Re: The Meaning of Art (Ichigo and Amaya) Tue Jan 03, 2012 5:00 am

Anna Nanashi

Anna Nanashi
Yukiluna had been back asleep for five more hours, feeling a bit better. She had regained the blood she had orginally loss. She had disconeected herself from the IV in her hand. She found her clothing washed and cleaned and she put it back on along with her head piece. She had a few bandages from minor cuts and such. She tooked at herself in the mirror combing through her hair with her hands. She felt very off without udarsha around. Sure they dated for a few hours, but those few hours had changed her life forever. "I still don't understand why he left me because of these abilities."She said to herself shaking her head "No, dont think about him, respect his wishes and just move on, dont let him get you down, you tried, that is all that matters."She spoke to herself pepping herself up trying to get over the sudden breakup. She changed out of her hospital gown into her clothing.

Her fingers traced over the stitches hide under a wrapping the doctors did so her stitches wouldnt come out. She adjusted her hair and the hairpiece running her hand over the brush "I wish it was easy to tell males that you arn't a normal 'hotty'." She whispered "I wish I could have told him alot of things..maybe he wouldnt have left."She added adjusting her hairpiece on right. She left her room and signed the papers she needed along with paying for the bill no problem. She headed towards the elevator. She had to avoid getting ran over by hospital bed of patients getting rushed from their rooms or to their rooms to and from surgery. She didnt like hospitals at all. She looked at a sign seeing she was on the fifth floor "The staires."She said to herself, not liking to be in a tight space like an elevator. She looked around seeing a strange man folowing after, but then again she was heading towards the elevator, he might be to. So no flags flew up into her mind.

She walked towards the service entrance and looked back seeing him go to the elevator, or looked to be. So she focused, opening the door heading down the staires. she made it to the 4th floor door hearing a door open then closed and foot steps. She couldnt tell which way they were coming from, So she paided no mind to whoever it was until the fact she felt two arms grab ahold of her. She took ahold of the railing before she moved herself forward sending the figure down the stairs. She watched the figure hit the stairs. She could tell that the man had hit his face. She could either run back up the stairs or down hoping to get past. She choose down the stairs. She moved down the stairs about to move past the male when she suddenly felt him grab and pull her leg right out from under her. Everything went black.

She could feel herself being lifted from the ground as she wasnt that heavy anyways. She groaned a bit still out cold as she could tell the figure or whoever was carrying her was having alot of trouble doing so and moving about. it seemed like forever before she felt her body get laid down on something carpeted. She could tell the tempature changed so she was probably outside somewhere. She felt her shirt get moved some by a hand slipping under, feeling her cheast, which was not his real property. she let out a stil moaned stiring abit slowly waking up. She could hear a door close and a van starting as she could tell she was in a van that was now on the move. She attempted moving her hands finding them bound along with her feet. Now to see where they go

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#36The Meaning of Art (Ichigo  and Amaya) - Page 4 Empty Re: The Meaning of Art (Ichigo and Amaya) Fri Jan 06, 2012 9:03 am

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"There are two types of people in the world.Those with a gun, and those who dig. Now dig!"

Walking on the 28th street of Karakura town, Udarsha started to gasp. He saw a man crying on the street lane. Udarsha, who was curious fellow, went near him to know why he was crying. There were 2 people with the person, who Udarsha didn't know. By the looks of it, they were relations or something. The 2 people were comforting him, mostly telling him not to cry. With as small investigation, Udarsha knew why he was crying for. It was because of his dead son; who had an accident on this lane a few days ago. Udarsha signed. He felt sorry for him. Like all the fathers, who doesn't like their children dying? Udarsha bowed at them and started to move again. The dead father’s son said with a dreadful voice "I love my dead gay son a lot..."

Udarsha hated gay people a lot. Mostly, Lesbians. He always wanted to kill all the homo people on the world. But he knew he couldn't. It was an impossible task. He would never accomplish it. Even though, he hated every one of them. There was good reason as well. And some were; it is unnatural, against the laws of nature, Homosexuals are mentally ill, they can cause harm, they set bad examples for our kids, higher rate of a lot of diseases among homosexuals, they were some of the reasons why he hated homo people. And they were indeed good reasons to take as well. Udarsha remembered a good quotation he had seen in a teen T-shirt. It read, "Dip me in chocolate and throw me to the lesbians, so I can kill them..."

Now Udarsha was passing a church. It was a long and exhausting journey but he didn't care. It was his fault that Yukilina got captured by a psychotic moron. Passing towards it, he saw a few EMO teens hanging around the church. "Aren't Emo's atheists?" Udarsha thought as he scratched his head bewildered. The teens were coming towards his way, seeing Udarsha they stopped and started. Udarsha force a smile. "You going to church, dude? If so, good. We are planning something." The Emo teen said as he came few steps towards Udarsha and patted his shoulder. He looked at them with a blank face and looked at the Church. There was something like a stick hanging on small curve thing. Udarsha's jaw drop as he said slowly leaning towards them, his eyes sharp with anger "Nobody fucks with the Jesus..."

Teens these days are quite idiotic. They don't care what they do about, as long as their job is done. They didn't want any parental love. Actually, they don't even care about parents who brought them into this world. Udarsha was a teen himself. Actually he was 2000 years old but taking from his visual appearance he looked like a 19 year old dude. So he got a lot of attentions by the girls, but he was in no care mood as usual. Teens these days are weird as hell. Specially one of the people who beamed the "Most evil man who ever lived." it was Alister Crowley. He had a weird youth as well. Udarsha inspired him a lot. He always said "He’s an angel. He’s an angel straight from heaven!"

Walking on the streets again, Udarsha checked the time. It was 11.00 pm. He could go towards his destination in another 15 minutes. He met an old man walking by; he was holding a stick and walking through the lane. He was a hunch as well. Udarsha looked at him as he walked by. The old man looked at him back. He had a dull expression on his face. The old man slowly walked towards him and smiled awkwardly. "You seem like a man, who's looking for blood." the man said with his small sour voice. Udarsha gave him a gentle smile. The old man was right about that. "We all have a choice, son!" the old man said giving him one last smile and moving away. Udarsha laughed and looked down "Beautiful, naked, big-titted women just don’t fall out of the sky, you know..."

Lyla Jones was Udarsha’s first girl friend. They’ve eached found each other on a special journey. It was 1000 years ago where Udarsha was the captain of the 1st division. He had a mission, in the living world. The mission was to find out the disappearing souls that vanish every night. He had actually 1 year to find out and kill the source of it. But it never happened. It was 1 night he heard a cry of a women screaming. A hollow was attacking this women and for some reason she saw it. Udarsha had played his normal routine and killed this hollow but he knew that he would get close to her heart. Love is
unpredictable...


Udarsha had abandoned his captain duties and he had lived with the women ever since. Their thoughts matched each other. Udarsha knew he had found his girl and she thought it as well. They traveled into many different places in the world. More than 1 can count. But it ended when Lyla had got the La ougi disease. It was a disease which makes people weaker and makes their breathing harder. Since then Udarsha took good care of her. He cooked healthy meals for her and took her to walks. But Udarsha never knew what lay ahead...

After Lyla had cheated and left, Udarsha with another boy. He suffered night’s terror worried, depressed and sad about the events what had happened. Even since then Lyla had never contacted or had been seen again by anyone. Something happened to Udarsha the day after that. Something deep inside him changed. He grew more sadistic and brutal. He gained his position to head captain after a few hundred years. Yet, he was a savage genius. He would even hurt his own kind without any exception. Every time Udarsha would face an enemy he would put a sadistic grin on his face and say, "Only death awaits for you..."

Yukilina was the girl who had changed his life. She was different from the other girls. Much nicer and loveable. And this time, it was Udarsha’s time to save her from the maniac lady killer. As he passed by a small bus Stan. Udarsha received a call. It was from his friend "Yasith" who lived in Sri Lanka with him when he was a child. Likely speaking, it was Udarsha’s childhood friend. "Yo dude, I’m at karakura at the moment. Where could I meet ya?" he said with his tiny little voice. Udarsha looked at his watch and mumbled some words into the cell. "Great! I shall take the bus! (Click)" he hunged up. Udarsha shook his head and started to take a car towards the Romanian De Roselict karakura memorial. Udarsha never knew, what was coming...

The Sangesing Decolt Allez Memorial is one of the largest memorials in the nation. With a park, waterfalls, statuary, alcoves, and basin, the memorial is divided into four outdoor galleries, one for each of officers as well. A mile from the memorial, a lone guerrier du code déception coasted in, high over the city, its running lights dimmed. In a town boasting as many VIPs and media crews as USA, helicopters in the skies were as common as birds flying south. G force-One knew that as long as he stayed well outside what was known as "the Rosicrucian" —a bubble of protected airspace around the Halls of it —he should draw little attention. They would not be here long. The guerrier du code déception was at twenty-one hundred feet when it slowed adjacent to, but not directly over, the darkened FDR Memorial. Delta-One hovered, checking his position. He looked to his left, where G Force Two was manning the night vision telescopic viewing system. The video feed showed a greenish image of the entry drive of the memorial. The area was deserted. Now they would wait. This would not be a quiet kill. There were some people you simply did not kill quietly. Regardless of the method, there would be repercussions. Investigations. Inquiries. In these cases, the best cover was to make a lot of noise. Explosions, fire, and smoke made it appear you were making a statement, and the first thought would be foreign terrorism. Especially when the target was a UN-high-profile official. Yes....

G force-One scanned the night-vision transmission of the tree-shrouded memorial below. The parking lot and entry road were empty. Soon, he thought. The location of this private meeting, though in an urban area, was fortuitously desolate at this hour. G force-One turned his eyes from the screen to his own weapons controls. The Hellfire system would be the weapon of choice tonight. A laser-guided, anti-armor missile, the Hellfire provided fire-and-forget capability. The projectile could home in on a laser spot that was projected from ground observers, other aircraft, or the launching aircraft itself. Tonight, the missile would be guided autonomously through the laser designator in a mast-mounted sight. Once the guerrier du code déception’s designator had "painted" the target with a laser beam, the Hellfire missile would be self-directing. Because the Hellfire could be fired either from the air or ground, its employment here tonight would not necessarily imply an aircraft’s involvement. In addition, the Hellfire was a popular monition among black-market arms dealers, so terrorist activity could certainly be blamed. Here he comes...

"Audi Taxi," G Force-Two said. G Force-One glanced at the transmission screen. A nondescript, black luxury Audi was approaching on the access road exactly on schedule. This was the typical motor pool car of large Taxi agencies. The driver dimmed the car’s headlights on entering the memorial. The car circled several times and then parked near a grove of trees. - G Force One watched the screen as his partner trained the telescopic night vision on the driver’s side window. After a moment, the person’s face came into view. G Force -One drew a quick breath. "Target confirmed," his partner said. G Force -One looked at the night-vision screen—with its deadly crucifix of cross-hairs—and he felt like a sniper aiming at royalty. Target confirmed. G Force -Two turned to the left side avionics compartment and activated the laser designator. He aimed, and two thousand feet below, a pinpoint of light appeared on the roof of the sedan, invisible to the occupant. "Target painted" he said. G FORCE-One took a deep breath. He fired. A sharp hissing sound sizzled beneath the fuselage, followed by a remarkably dim trail of light streaking toward the earth. One second later, the car in the parking lot blew apart in a blinding eruption of flames. Twisted metal flew everywhere. Burning tires rolled into the woods. "Kill complete," G Force-One said, already accelerating the helicopter away from the area. "Call the Master..."

The master was in his mansion looking house, where he kept all of his ladies. As for Yukilina, she was tied up and trowed into a dark room which was filled with darkness among it. The master was smoking a cigarette and laying down on a small couch with one of his ladies, waiting for a call. The phone started to beep. Without hesitating he took it up and listens and mumbled some words into it, as he kept it. Looking back at Yukilina, he made a broad smile at her and came a little closer towards her and said slowly, "Your boy friend will rest in pieces from now..."

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Anna Nanashi

Anna Nanashi
How do you love someone,
And make it last
How do you love someone
without tripping on the past



Yukiluna felt the van stop moving. Her vision was very blurry as she had been falling in and out of sleep. She could hear the driver grumbling to himself on why he worked and had to give up the girl he was transporting from the hospital all the way to his master’s mansion. Her vision was blurry when she heard the doors behind her opened. She let out a light gasp feeling herself get jerked then thrown over someone’s shoulder. She felt too tired and weak to even be able to struggle “Let Go… of me." She said weakly as her vision was still blurry. She couldn’t see past her hair. She caught glimpse and pieces of a massive very rich garden with a roundabout drive way that seemed to leave for a mile towards the gate that looked like a speck in her view.

The Air smelt odd, it smelled so…clean. Yukiluna was expecting an old dark dingy warehouse hide away. Like the type you see in the old classic movies where the captive was tied to a chair sitting under a light as everything else was either dark or all the captive would be able to see was dusty old stuff no one thought to care about. She looked at the marble floor able to see her reflection; which was currently blurry to her. She wiggled her hands some that were tied behind her back. Normally she was a master escape artist, almost able to get out of any binding without assistance of a person or an item. Today was not a day she felt like she could be anything to help her situation. She didn’t know why she felt so tired before. She was trying to think back as the scuffle she had with her captor shouldn’t have taken all her energy. Maybe she just wasn’t fully there from the fall that knocked her lights out. She could feel the male’s hand on the back of her leg moving up slowly. She growled lightly bending her legs back before straightening them hitting the guy in the stomach. She felt him; basically, throw her like a ragdoll on accident. Yukiluna couldn’t help but let out a scream of pain when she landed on her arm with stitches as she rolled a few feet to a stop on her other arm curling up a bit. Her eyes were shut tightly as she managed to keep from shedding any tears from the pain soaring through her body. She wanted to scream and cry more, but she didn’t want to give her captor any feeling of victory over this situation. She wasn’t about to be the girl she used to be before the recent breakup. She wasn’t going to be crying and clinging, expecting everyone to save her. No, she expected to not be saved and have her life end some horrible way.

The breakup was the most painful. Sure it was only a few hours, but those few hours were the best in her life ever. She never felt so cared for or protected as when she was with udarsha. When she was with him, she felt like she didn’t have to be afraid of anything. That she was no longer alone in this dark world. He was the one that broke the ice that have encased her heart for so many years. Their few hours together were always going to be with her till the day her time ended on this earth. She layed there on her side, seeing through some strands of hair seeing her captor coming towards her clearly angry with the rebellious action she just did “You little Bitch… How dare you kick me” he yelled at her. Her eyes widen as she felt his hard boot connected with her stomach several times causing her to lose her breath as she coughed some, but not once did she let out a scream or any sound of pain. This puzzled the man as she felt a handful of her pink hair pulling her up into the hair as she let out a gasp but she didn’t give him any other pleasure of hearing her pain. Son of a bitch, having your hair pulled holding you off the ground hurt like a bitch. Yukiluna opened one eye barely seeing that there were servants watching. So that is what was going on.
“Pathetic…Acting all big and bad, thinking that is going to get you anywhere…I never seen such a worthless man before, acting all big and bad to show your authority…in the end you are just pathetic trash your boss can and will replace.’ She said spitting at him before she once again was thrown against a wall as everything then everything went black, falling unconscious.

Some much had happen in one day it was enough to make anyone crazy; she started to float in pitch darkness inside her mind. She looked around calling out from anyone as a two females stood in front of her. They both looked like her. One was more modest and doll like that other was very rebellious and showy but they both didn’t have faces but a gentle voice could be heard from the darkness “Hello yuki-chan…do you remember me? The one you were before the accident?” asked the voice as the modest figure hand her hand held out. A more excited voice soon spoke after the gentle one “Come on, you couldn’t have forgotten me, I was the one that keep you alive all these years, all those accidents, the tragedies…they were your entire fault…”commented the voice as it turned to that of her aunt.
“No….it wasn’t my fault, I didn’t kill them…I didn’t kill anyone” She yelled “Don’t listen to her yuki…follow your heart like I did.it is what will never leave you even if the world abandon you. Tragedy happens, it is human nature, Must you must be strong. Do it for the family that went on before you…they are alive and well and always beside you…don’t throw away the life you were given to live and brighten. Use the abilities you were gifted and use them for the good. Don’t be ashamed to paint the world in whatever image you like yuki… Quit living in this blank canvas. If it isn’t right, fix it, don’t wait for anyone else to tell you to fix it…only you can fix it.” Said the modest figure as a smile and eyes formed on her fact as the other became a pile of paint.

The figure moved over to her leaving spots of colors where she walked as her hair turned to white “use your gift and break free from what your life was before. Break from the cage and show your true colors Yukiluna.” Said the girl. She smiled closing her eyes as two large rainbow colored wings sprouted from her back. She lifted one of Yukiluna’s hands wrapping her two hands around it. Her eyes looked into Yuk iluna’s before they closed happily while she spoke for the first time moving her lips “I have been waiting for you to finally hear my voice Yukiluna. Use my gifts for the greater good and never be ashamed of them for I will never be ashamed of you.” [/b]she commented [b]“Go now and be with your world.” she commented standing on her tip toes kissing Yukiluna’s forehead. Suddenly a great light shinned from under them. Yukiluna let out a scream feeling like she was falling as it was true the woman let go“I am always with you…my sister.” She commented. The last statement confused Yukiluna greatly as she regained conscious.

Yukiluna felt a massive pain on her head from where her hair was pulled and where she hit her head against the wall and the floor. She could tell there was a bandage wrapped around her head just in case. She moved her head a bite noticing her hair was put into a half up ponytail with her head piece holding the hair up. Her bangs covered her eyes as she coughed some moving her head up trying to see but all she was blackness besides, what looked to be, two figures on a couch. She tried seeing if she could tell anything else apart, but couldn’t. She turned her head seeing a figure answering a phone quickly. The figure was a male and by the sounds of it, he was the one that had ordered that bastard kidnapper to get her. She watched him move to her. She looked up She listened to what he had to say before her eyes widen hearing the words: Your boyfriend will rest in pieces from now..."

“Y-Your lying…Udarsha would never come after me, after all we are no longer together.” She said to the figure looking away. She closed her eyes but couldn’t help but let her silent tears flow She kept telling herself since she woke in the hospital that Udarsha was just an old boyfriend, that if she was in trouble, he wasn’t going to be there, just like all her others. But inside deep down, she felt her heart shattering into a million pieces as she still felt great love for him. Even if he broke her heart after a few hours. She took in a deep breath before asking “Who are you and what do you want from me? I know you just don’t find random girls and kidnap them. Also, your men shot at someone who looked like Udarsha, for he won’t come for me any longer. It is better that way I guess.” She commented keeping her head turned from the male.

Yukiluna wanted to believe that Udarsha had, indeed forgotten about her. By what was happening to her right now, she didn’t want him getting hurt because of her. After all, Udarsha fought nearly a whole club of punks to save her life. If he did that, what was going to keep from coming after her? If she could contact him, or even hear his voice one more time, she could die happily. Dying? What are you thinking about? If she was about to talk to him she would definitely tell him to just forget about her and that he better not come after her or she would never forgive him. If there was one thing everyone should know about Yukiluna. It was when she was in trouble she would take it on her own even if it was to be some mobster girlfriend to protect her friends from possible harm. She was the type she would give up her freedom and all she had or was to give her friends and those who were innocent freedom. Even if it was to be with a demon or a murder. If it kept people from getting hurt or killed because of her. She would do it in a heartbeat. She uses to never be this way but it was her 16th birthday, the day of the great fire that changed her whole thoughts. Now she was about pleasing everyone and never once thinks for herself.

Yukiluna listen to the man as she feared for what was in store for her if, indeed, Udarsha was dead. What was he going to do to her? Make her a slave? Sell her? Kill her? If he wanted to kill her then why would he go through all the trouble of sensing someone to kidnap her from the hospital? To bring her here? If he wanted her dead, it would have happened. No, he wanted her for something else. She knew if it was looks there were way more beautiful girls that he could have kidnapped instead of this broken puppet. That is what she felt inside in honest truth, a broken puppet. She used to be a fixed and beautiful one with her controller being Udarsha. But without him in her life or on this earth anymore. She was just waiting for a new puppeteer or waiting to be thrown away like trash, to disappear from the history and the world she knew it to be.

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Thor Blerster

Thor Blerster
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"There are two types of people in the world.Those with a gun, and those who dig. Now dig!"

It was a big explosion that was caused. Nearby people came running a bye to see what has happened. The place was a total wreck with steel pieces shattered, and blood scattered on the ground and finally a roasted body lying on the ground. People were enthusiastic to know who was the dead victim was; But actually, there was no way to find out who was the burn victim was. "Who is the dead person? Why was the person killed?" people began to ask as they started to go near the dead body. Luckily, the police arrived and started to build a small barricade around the dead body. They only knew one or three things that the dead person was at well-built man, who was wearing a coat when he was murdered. That's all they knew...

Lady-killers were people who were exceptionally attracted to women. Mostly, lady-killers were psychopaths as well. They were peopling who; is a personality disorder characterized primarily by a lack of empathy and remorse, shallow emotions, egocentricity, and deception. Psychopaths are highly prone to antisocial behavior and abusive treatment of others, and are disproportionately responsible for violent crime when in a violent emotional state or situation. But from person to person some of these change. But mostly, Lady-killers are known to people who want to fuck women and finally kill them. Killing is damn fun for some people...

Mostly their normal lady killing routine was to kidnap a beautiful woman and tied her up and lock them up for some time. When the times comes the person comes and takes her to a room which he forcefully fucke's her and after having sex with her he tortures her and finally, getting bored of it the person kills her cold blooded and buries her body somewhere, which is quite unknown to others. That was the lady killer’s daily routine. They would kill 4 or more ladies in a day. Mostly, these kinds of people get caught by the police and get arrested ever for their insidious crime. But, there are some who doesn't...

The lady killer grabbed hold of Yukilina and started to walk towards his special room. He knew that it was time. Yukilina’s boy friend gone, he knew it was easy to get her attention and all. Coming towards the special room, he locked the door and handed over an ice bucket to Yukilina which contained ice blocks. Taking off his clothes the lady killer trowed them off the window. He didn't want any clothes, that now they were all most close to doing it. "Take off your clothes and rub the ice blocks on your breasts/nipples..." the man said as he admired his naked body on the transparent glass. Yukilina did what he said without hesitating as he rubbed the ice on her nipples as they began to get hard. The lady killer and smiled, "It is time..."

Getting close towards Yukilina naked body the man walked. He was foremost excited and enthusiastic to fuck her. She had one of the sexiest bodies he had ever seen. Mostly her big breasts. Yukilina started to walk backwards as she leaned towards the wall and closed her eyes. She did not want to have sex with this maniacal person who was going to kill and torture her next. She wanted her boy friend. The man leaned his chest on her breasts and smiled, wanting to kiss her on the lips. Yukilina didn't let him as she moved her head. The lady killer grabbed her face and faced it forward at him. As he slowly moved his lips towards hers. Yukilina closed his eyes, as she heard a shot of a gun. She jumped up in bewilderment. She taught that the man had shot her. But she was wrong. The man looked at his chest as he saw it was bleeding like hell. Turning back he saw a person as he muttered loudly, "You!" It was Udarsha. Back from the dead. Udarsha smiled sadistically and said, "No one fucks my girl friend, but me!"

The lady killer looked at Udarsha with a horrific look on his face. He had so many questions but it was just too late for that. He was fading away from this world. It was time to say good bye. "H-How d-did y-you s-s-survive?" the man said slowly, his voice was full from agony and hatred as he collapsed into the ground dead. Udarsha looked at him and smiled. There was no need to answer that question, for the reason that his dead. The one who had being dead was his friend Yasith. He had ordered a cab because it was getting late and he arrived there soon and met his doom. Udarsha looked at the dead man and grinned, "Told you, Hell was coming with Me." as he turned his head towards Yukilina who was running towards his. Her big breasts were bumping up and down, as she jumped on him and smiled. Udarsha supported her back with his hand. He could feel her naked big Arse. Smiling he said, "I love you a lot..."

Udarsha kissed her deeply and hard, feeling her body inching him towards the luxury bed. He knew that his duties were done and he and Yukilina would be forever. Yukilina maneuvered him onto his back on the big mattress, easing her slender boob/naked body on top of his. "I love you too..." Yukilina said as Udarsha felt her touching her trousers. They were both on to it. They both wanted to do what the lady killer had planned. It was time to do it. Udarsha smiled at her as he felt Yukilina removing his shirt "Have you ever had a religious experience?" he said smiling. Yukilina nodded removing his trouser, "Too bad. I suggest you learn fast..."

The Conclusion?


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Anna Nanashi

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"Take off your clothes and rub the ice blocks on your breasts/nipples..." the man said as he admired his naked body on the transparent glass. Yukilina did what he said without hesitating as he rubbed the ice on her nipples as they began to get hard. The lady killer and smiled, "It is time..."

Getting close towards Yukilina naked body the man walked. He was foremost excited and enthusiastic to fuck her. She had one of the sexiest bodies he had ever seen. Mostly her big breasts. Yukilina started to walk backwards as she leaned towards the wall and closed her eyes. She did not want to have sex with this maniacal person who was going to kill and torture her next. She wanted her boy friend. The man leaned his chest on her breasts and smiled, wanting to kiss her on the lips. Yukilina didn't let him as she moved her head. The lady killer grabbed her face and faced it forward at him. As he slowly moved his lips towards hers. Yukilina closed his eyes, as she heard a shot of a gun. She jumped up in bewilderment. She taught that the man had shot her. But she was wrong. The man looked at his chest as he saw it was bleeding like hell. Turning back he saw a person as he muttered loudly, "You!" It was Udarsha. Back from the dead. Udarsha smiled sadistically and said, "No one fucks my girl friend, but me!"

The lady killer looked at Udarsha with a horrific look on his face. He had so many questions but it was just too late for that. He was fading away from this world. It was time to say good bye. "H-How d-did y-you s-s-survive?" the man said slowly, his voice was full from agony and hatred as he collapsed into the ground dead. Udarsha looked at him and smiled. There was no need to answer that question, for the reason that his dead. The one who had being dead was his friend Yasith. He had ordered a cab because it was getting late and he arrived there soon and met his doom. Udarsha looked at the dead man and grinned, "Told you, Hell was coming with Me." as he turned his head towards Yukilina who was running towards his. Her big breasts were bumping up and down, as she jumped on him and smiled. Udarsha supported her back with his hand. He could feel her naked big Arse. Smiling he said, "I love you a lot..."

Udarsha kissed her deeply and hard, feeling her body inching him towards the luxury bed. He knew that his duties were done and he and Yukilina would be forever. Yukilina maneuvered him onto his back on the big mattress, easing her slender boob/naked body on top of his. "I love you too..." Yukilina said as Udarsha felt her touching her trousers. They were both on to it. They both wanted to do what the lady killer had planned. It was time to do it. Udarsha smiled at her as he felt Yukilina removing his shirt "Have you ever had a religious experience?" he said smiling. Yukilina nodded removing his trouser, "Too bad. I suggest you learn fast..."


Yukiluna giggled as she couldnt wait to continue her life with him..hopefully to forget all this. Life was a bitch at the beginning but things started looking up for her ever since she meet udarsha. he saved her two times from dieing...he came back so he was hers to keep and she was his to keep now and forever.

The End.

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