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[kimiko]

Twin pools of pure gold stared idly up at the crescent moon as it slowly descended towards the horizon, watching as it continued the endless journey around the earth night after night. The weather was perfect for watching the sky at night, technically morning, as Kimiko watched the night sky slowly be consumed by the radiant sun. It wouldn’t be long now until the stars had disappeared entirely and the moon had disappeared beyond sight, taking away her one reason of waking up so early in the morning. With a disappointed sigh the young woman pulled herself up from her previous position of laying on the rooftop, sitting up as she idly picked a leaf out of her snow white hair just below her right ear. “Its about time I tricked that knuckle head into cleaning the roof, the fall leaves are starting to litter it.” She said in disappointment as she rose to her feet and plucked another leaf out of her ear, her cat ears twitching softly as a gentle breeze caressed her body and blew her hair back. Walking towards the edge of the rooftop with careful steps she crouched down while looking at the oak tree a few feet in front of her.

Kimiko’s head tilted idly to the side in thought as she looked down at her bare feet and over towards a large limb branching out towards the house. It didn’t rain the other night like the weather channel said it would, so it should be safe to take the fast way down and to her meister’s room. Standing up she backed up a few steps before making a short dash and launching herself towards the tree, her right leg landing on the branch before her left arm shot out to grab ahold of one above her just as the momentum of her jump threatened to make her fall off. Placing her left foot down she pulled herself back onto the center of the branch before turning to look at the opened window towards her meister’s room. With her tail swaying from side to side behind her she released her hold over the branch above her and crouched down to look towards the room that bore her idiotic meister. “I’ve told him time and time again not to leave the window open when it might rain…” She mumbled softly to herself as she rested her cheek in the palm of her right hand. The kid was hopeless when it came to anything but brute force it seemed, low grades, not the best memory in her opinion, one of the only good qualities about him was that with his above average melee abilities she didn’t have to work as hard in fights. However if he kept this up she would and should punish him for it instead of just nagging, something that made her lips curve upwards into a playful smirk. She had just thought of a good learning experience for him.

Standing up slightly she took a single step forward to ensure her sense of balance was right before running forward and launching herself effortlessly into his room, her hands in front of her head as if she was diving into a pool as she soared through the open window with her hair flowing out behind her. The moment that she began to collide with the floor her hands touched down to help absorb the shock of impact as she curled her body and pushed slightly; causing her to roll into the room with no real damage being taken. At the end of her small roll she ended up on her back gazing up at the ceiling as the boy’s snores filled the room as per usual, he was such a deep sleeper that calling him prey would be an insult to mice everywhere. At least they were more alert even in their sleep when someone randomly dove through the window. Sitting up she puckered her lips and idly blew a strand of hair out of her face and stood up, brushing the dirt off of her pink pajamas with white cat faces. Walking forward she unlocked his door and slipped out into the hallway before heading downstairs to the kitchen, her footsteps as silent as a cats every step of the way as she avoided all of the spots in the house that creaked.

Once in the kitchen she was quick to fill a bowl with warm water and slip back upstairs into his room with a playful smile on her face, her white tail swaying from side to side as she walked up towards his bed and reached out. Lifting up his right hand she carefully placed it in the bowl of warm water, crouched down she held the bowl idly in her hands as she waited. The minutes ticked by as she simply watched the bed sheets for signs of her plan working. She didn’t know how long she had to wait before the blankets in front of his loins slowly began to grow wet as she scent of his fluids filled the air, causing her nose to twitch in disgust. The smell would be the downside to the prank, however she would endure it. Removing his hand from the bowl she placed it directly over the wet spot before locking his door and slipping back outside. Heading down to the kitchen she dumped the water out and dried it before placing it back in the shelf and rummaging through the refrigerator, looking for something to eat.

[Miho Akiyama]

Jio lay in his futon, the blankets draped over most of his body, one would expect this to at least muffle the noise being made. However the males snoring was quite loud, so much so that it wasn't lessened in the slightest by the mass of fabric covering his face. Time ticked by slowly, as he soon began to stir from his deep slumber. He would yawn loudly, scratching his crotch as he sat up, still oblivious to what had taken place. The male blinked a few times, noticing the large wet spot on the blankets around where his groin had been positioned. A few more minutes of silence would fly by, his ruby red eyes now moving from the wet blankets to the crotch of his boxers. Despite the obvious indications that he had wet the bed he seemed to be having trouble connecting the dots. A few seconds later the entire house would be flooded with noise. It appeared he had finally figured it out. "What the fuck...... this is impossible, right? There's no way I, the great Jio-sama really did this!" He screamed loudly running around his room hysterically. He would eventually calm down, no matter how idiotic he may or may not be, he had never before done anything of that nature and knew something was amiss. "Kimiko....." The name of his demon weapon being spoken quite loudly. He had a feeling this must be one of her pranks. Brushing this thought aside, deep into his seemingly hollow mind, he would quickly strip himself of the drenched under garment. He wasn't really sure what to do with them now so he simply threw them across the room, the wet garment sailing through the air eventually landing within a small trash bin in the far left corner of the room.

The male wasted no time in getting dressed. He would hurriedly don a fresh pair of black boxers, which were quickly followed by a pair of black knee-length trousers and black open-toed sandals. He would then pull on his usual black, closed long-sleeved shirt that had an open collar, which despite being a long-sleeved shirt left his entire right arm exposed. This shirt having blood orange trimmings around the right shoulder wear it cuts off. The same blood orange trimmings being on the center and collar of this shirt. A blood red strap being wrapped around his left mid-bicep. He would then begin searching through a cluster of clothing, which lay piled up in the right corner of his bedroom a few feet away from the window which he had left ajar. His process of searching the pile being to simply throw the clothes in random directions, resulting in several of such clothing being flung right out the window. He would eventually locate the seemingly necessary accessory he had been looking for, such accessory being a thick black wristband. He grinned as he picked it up off the floor and slipped it onto his right wrist. He then dashed across the room, snagging his signature blood red muffler off of a small black hook, said hook looked as if it wear already about to fall out of the wall. He grinned staring down at the garment, he considered it to be his treasure, a memento as well as a constant reminder, a reminder that he was the survivor. The memories though distant still seemed so fresh in his mind, it had been five years ago, five long years ago that he had become the only survivor of his own fathers twisted experiments. He would nod his head from side to side, wanting to forget about such sinful actions. Once his mind was cleared of these thoughts, he would lift the muffler up to his neck, he would lazily wrap around the open collar of his shirt. This muffler being covered in what looked like blood red reptilian scales, more specifically they were meant to symbolize dragon scales, a mythical beast he personally believed to symbolize superiority.

Once he was completely dressed he would shove the door to his bedroom open, dashing out into the hallway he would run towards the stairs. He showed no concern for the amount of noise this made, every foot fall hitting a floor board, with each of these floor boards being those that creaked the loudest. The creaking being augmented by the force being thrust upon them by his feet. A few seconds later the boards of the stairs would be met with the same torture, as he stomped down them, apparently he was still pissed off about the prank which he had woken up to. He ran into the kitchen, seeing his partner standing there cooking. The male would rush towards her, lunging at the cat-like female he would tackle her to the floor. This action causing the food and pan which had been in her grasp to go flying. The omelet having been flung from the pan, slapped against the wall behind them where it would splatter upon impact. This would cause its contents to spread out in every direction, decorating the floor, wall and ceiling. "Kimiko, you bitch, I know what you did!" He yelled at her angrily, as they hit the floor quickly pinning her to the ground. A few seconds later the frying pan, which seemed defy the laws of physics, by being in the air for to long would make its descent. This descent ending with the grease coated inside of the pan cracking the male over the head. This by the normal confines of a human being should have knocked him out. Alas, this did not happen, in fact, he seemed oblivious to the pain flowing throughout his skull. Instead of being knocked out, he simply grabbed hold of the frying pan, and threw it towards the wall opposite of where the omelet had been destroyed. This impact ending with the frying pan being lodged inside the wall. This blow to the head leaving the male with blood running down his face.

[kimiko]

Pulling out food from the fridge one after another she prepared to make her morning breakfast. Bacon, omelets, sausages, simple food that was also delicious to the taste, something so easy that even Jio could manage to make it…with a little help that is. As she prepared the meal humming softly to herself she let herself be absorbed with the mouthwatering smell coming out of the pans. After her little acrobatic trick she was more than ready to eat her fill with the fresh groceries she had bought the other day. Placing some of the bacon and sausage that had finished cooking onto a paper plate with a napkin ontop to let it cool she continued cooking until her ears twitched at a wonderful sound. The sound of her meister’s voice screaming out in surprise of the little trick she had pulled on him as punishment. She had told him to close his window or else it would get wet, and what better punishment than making him wet?

Smiling to herself she continued with her food, the silky white tail swaying back and forth behind her as she thought about the meal to come. With her omelet done she placed it off on the same plate as the rest of the meal and went to work on making her meister’s omelet. It was a pleasant daydream of nothing but the simple joy of eating a well prepared meal, a daydream that was brought to a crashing halt as the sound of floorboards creaking and feet stamping on the floor made her ears lower in displeasure and the smile turn into a frown. Such a brute of a roommate, she really should try and find somewhere more peaceful to stay and avoid the majority of his bad habits. “Just take a seat, its almost dO-“ She began to say as she heard him enter the kitchen, the omelet pan in her hand as she was suddenly tackled to the ground. The force of the impact sent her food flying out of sight as her grip on the cast iron material slipped, causing it to fly high in the air as she quickly got pinned to the ground.

Most people would have been surprised or angry at being suddenly attacked, Kimiko on the other hand showed no real outward emotions other than indifference as her golden gaze looked up towards the ceiling, watching the pan turning in the air. A disappointed frown on her face as she noticed the omelet had already perished, making it not even worth it to try and catch it. It certainly took her meister long enough to figure out it was her and confront her about it, usually she would have expected him to charge down while still wearing his soaked underwear. Mentally counting down the estimated time it would take for the pan to descend she quietly mumbled a single word a split second before it crashed down onto the boy’s head. “One.”

Turning her head to the side her ears twitched at the sound of the pan impacting against the wall, breaking partially through it as she frowned with disappointment and eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Such a brute, not even capable of figuring out he will be the one to clean up this mess and it was his breakfast he ruined. Wall repairs, buying the groceries next time, potentially a new pan, I hope you end up getting a job before you make us go broke.” She said in a slightly annoyed tone before her gaze switched over to the annoyance still ontop of her. Her nose twitching at the stench of body fluids still coming off of him, he hadn’t even taken the time to wipe himself off with a wet towel. “As for you, if you plan to keep straddling my waist while pinning me down at least bother to clean yourself off, you stink worse than the bathroom at the moment… And grow cuter too, if someone walks in on this I would rather make it seem like a cute guy is attempting to have his way with me than you.”