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<>Working on Ai Mikaze blog. Hopefully I'll actually do ok again in the fandom... Wish me luck. /signs off.

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People should send me sexcanons they think would suit my muse.

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• "Have a little faith in a guy. I'm just walking." _

Liar Isaiah. Of course. He gave an innocent smile, stomach growling. Dammit. Improvisation time.

• "... And leaving the park to look for a job. I'm starved..." _

Isaiah rubbed his stomach; really hungry now. Damn that mocking bite. What he wouldn't give to take it and run.

♜ Taking the first bite from the apple, she had the rising feeling she was being followed. Did this person really want to get her started? " — Oi. I may be young but I ain’t dumb. What ‘re ya followin’ me for? Hurry up, I ain’t  got all day fer ya to answer. " As if mockingly, she took another bite of the apple.

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"Names? Names won’t matter to you when you’re dead."

Gore lept at the false dagger, batting it out of the way with his bare hands. Unfortunately, the little imp was too slow and didn’t notice the true-aiming dagger headed for his master. By the time the lesser demon turned around, the glint of steel was already rapidly flying towards Sezel. “Master!" Gore yelled in vain. He had… failed.

Sezel’s hand whipped out, his folded fan now equipped to the limb, and countered the thrown dagger. The steel soared through the air and landed not too far from Gore, the imp letting out a short squeak in surprise. He poked at the dagger in curiosity, forgetting entirely that there was a battle taking place… or at least beginning to. The first weapon had been thrown and now it was time for Sezel to let the second weapon fly out.

"Gore, sweetie!" Sezel called in a sing-song manner, his fan pointed to his enemy’s location. “The enemy is in the trees, not on the ground and in the form of a shiny piece of steel." The imp whined at his failure before looking at where his master pointed and growling. His muscles bunched and tensed before he flew towards Isaiah’s location, batting the dagger away and continuing towards the tree. “See? He doesn’t do that well and he can get distracted by a lot of things… but he’s loyal in the end! And he’s so cute." Sezel raised his fan above his head, a mass of dark red energy beginning to form above it.

• "If you're gonna fight, make it fair -- funny fight with something I can't see!" _

He dodged, knowing he had only seconds. In another tree, he snarled down. Isaiah hated unfair fights -- though he'd never lost one; fair or unfair. The fight with "Ririko" was the epitome of unfair. That Ashina girl was in the way! Stupid civilians.

• "Stop being so unfair, Unseelie!" _

Throwing another dagger; he even threw some ' dust ' on the ground -- crushed cubes of fairies and their wings. It glittered like gold, in so many fascinating colors.

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Was that first statement meant to be offensive? He supposed that since he was indeed an Unseelie Faerie that he would have the scent of one but… no one usually made a remark about someone’s scent unless it was offensive. So was the other one trying to be smart or was he just making an observation? Sezel pondered this for a while, ignoring what the other said. His ears picked up the last part though, a statement that made the Faerie come back to reality.

He smiled, his hand migrating to his waist where his fan was tucked away. “Is that so? Your tone suggests that a skirmish is to be had." How long had it been since he had a battle? About a month. But a battle a day did make someone improve over time. Even if someone loses and loses… eventually they will win. Whether it’s memorizing their opponent’s attack pattern or whatever, they too will ascend toward victory.

Slowly… but surely.

"Well then? Come on," Sezel said, Gore’s muscles tensed up and ready to spring at the other.

• "So aggressive, Unseelie. We haven't even exchanged names. But if it can't be helped..." _

Isaiah threw a dagger in his direction, chuckling. The boy missed on purpose. He could sense the demon's aura... But not see it. He could only see the things of fairies and such. But anything from Hell was invisible.

• "I'll send you back to Diamond's Door before someone can knock on yours!" _

In a flash, he was up in a tree, throwing a dagger -- actually aiming for his head this time.

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The brunette turned her head, gazing upwards into the other’s crimson orbs. Che, why did she have to talk to this person? Misaki wasn’t afraid to speak her mind yet, making new friends wasn’t one of her interests. They would eventually leave her anyway, they all did.

"Yeah. And you are?"

• "Isaiah Tokage. I was told wait here for you? I'm a transfer." _

No sense in using Hasumi. That could be easily traced. The boy looked at her with his crimson orbs. Isaiah placed a hand in his pocket. Should he mention her short stature? Probably not.

• "... So well you show me around?" _

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_ time to disguise myself to find the                      p s y c h o k n o c k E r among you all. Misaki Yata. are you the one ? •

Transfer student. After faking himself as his twin, he could do it. But this girl, Yata Misaki... It was it Misaki Yata? Isaiah was confused. But he stood in the office, waiting. Rumors of a deadly hanebito in the local school drew him there.

Aa, was that her? She was... Short.

• "Are you... Misaki Yata?" _

Isaiah stared at her with a confused expression. So short...

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I see quality everywhere.

squeaks bc a quality genderbend Yata followed back. Aaaaaaaa… I didn’t expect you to follow back…

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I'm bored, amuse me with questions please. Anon or not I'll answer it all.

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squeaks bc a quality genderbend Yata followed back. Aaaaaaaa... I didn't expect you to follow back...

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He didn’t mean to stumble upon someone this early in the day. He wanted to go to a nice river and splash in the water for a while before emerging. And who knew? Maybe he would see someone that would jump in there with him and they could swim around together. Swimming… together…

But he met this guy instead. Apparently the other could tell that he was a Faerie! He didn’t know whether that was a good or bad thing. With Gore clutching at his heels, Sezel offered a smile to the other. What was that feeling in the other male’s voice? He couldn’t tell.

"Yeah, that’s me! Although I’m no longer in the Court System…" He trailed off, painful memories stabbing at his brain.

An Unseelie outside of the court? How strange. Turning on his heel, Isaiah placed his hands into his pockets. The nonchalant look disguised his guard - which was up and alert. The other didn't feel like a clean, good faerie.

Not at all.

• "The scent of Unseelie is all over you..." _

Which it was. Along with the aura of a... Demon!? How odd. Maybe his eyes were deceiving him. The teen stretched his neck, popping the stiff bones.

• "You're fast from where you should be, Unseelie. Very, very far... And running into me? You must have horrible luck. Yes, very horrible luck." _

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_ have you decided to return to                D i a m o n d s D o o r ? Sezel. be prepared! •

Isaiah felt an Unseelie presence nearby. Unseelie here? Now!? Dammit. At least he'd just eaten. Energy coursed through his blood as a smirk found its way into his lips.

• "Unseelie, huh?" _

That was new. He hadn't run into one of their court since the day of the Diamond Door Sealing.

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He sighed a little, running his hand through his hair. He really didn’t want to keep this money now. “Look, this money is only g-going to g-go back to, u-uh, rich slaveholders. I-If you won’t take it, a-at least allow me to t-treat you to a meal."

"I’m n-not letting you leave. I know w-what it’s like to be starving. Please, if you come w-with me and let me feed you, then we can both go home with f-full stomachs."

He knew what it was like. Gulping, he let his pride down and finally gave in. If it wasn't for public water fountains; he would be dead from hunger and thirst. But the boy had water, at least.

• "... Ok..." _

Fine. He'd eat.

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"B-But you are… m-most certainly h-h-hungry."

He stepped closer to the other and set the money on the ground, stepping away. “L-Look, there’s some money on the g-ground there. It’s not charity if you just g-go and… y’know… p-pick it up."

Isaiah was hungry. That was true. But he couldn't take this guy's money. Picking it up, he placed it back in his hand.

• "I'm not one to just take someone's money. You keep it. I just can't get hired." _

A rueful smile rested on his lips. Isaiah nodded, turning to leave. But the growl of hunger incapacitated him for a brief minute. Dammit.

<>Pride and morals could suck. Before, he would've robbed the kid. Now? He wouldn't even let him feed him.

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kiss kiss fall down in a puddle because you just got shot

(but don’t worry you’ll actually live through it unlike Totsuka-san)

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He had been leaving the streets, having sold all his matches, when he passed the other. His hearing wasn’t too great, but he heard the mutter. Glancing at the money in his hands, he looked over at the other. 

"I-If you’re h-hungry…. I c-could buy you something."

• "Aa--!" _

So much for the fearless dark fairy hunter. The stuttering voice made him jump; freaking the crap out of him. Relaxing when he realised it was just a guy, he took a breath and turned on his heel.

• "I'm not a charity case." _

Stupid pride.