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"Boo~" Kuro purrs as she leans over to Trigger and rubs her nose against his own happily. You know, she missed you just as much!

“Kuro~” He laughs and rubs his nose against hers as well. It was nice to see her again now that Raven wasn’t using him as a EX Projectile. He had spent so much time with Kara he never got a chance to say hi to Kuro yet. “How are you?”

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     ”You won’t see me at the funeral, but I’ll be there.” He spoke with annoyance, masking the sadness, in his tone as he pointed the gun to her head as she slept in her bed. Tears streaked down his cheeks, but he didn’t care. The memory loss was too great of an impact for him to handle and his heart shattered to pieces. Because even if it was nearly a year since, he still loved her like he did in the past. But he couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m sorry.” The gunshot echoed off the walls before he disappeared into a black mist.

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T is for Terror

T is for Terror

     Silence fell upon it's deaf surroundings as it echoed through the streets and bounced off the buildings. It was a time that most were either asleep in the comfort of their homes or out in the town for some fun, but never in the neighbourhoods. At least not at two in the morning. Nuenue was on her way home when a chill ran down her spine. Something was there. Something was watching her. Her eyes narrowed as she looked around, looking to see if someone else was near her, before a shadow played a trick on her in her peripheral vision. Glancing in that area, she quickened her pace as heels dug into the ground, breaking the tense silence.

     The was a whisper behind her and Nue had enough of these games.

     Pulling out a blade, she gritted her teeth as she turned around swiftly and blindly swung the blade at the shadowy figured that appeared behind her. It made contact as he choked out, a surprised noise escaping chapped lips as a large gash, right in the middle of his neck, started to bleed. Blood poured out of the wound quickly, as well as his mouth, as he looked at her with wide eyes, full of accusation, hurt and surprise. A sense of betrayal flashed on his features as his eyebrows dipped and tears pricked at his eyes. He wasn't expecting this. Not at all.

     "Joe.." She gasped as she reached forward but L.Joe recoiled and put more distance between them before shaking his head.

     L.Joe's human features began to blur and tint to a shade of black as his shower blood took control. "N-Nue...." He coughed out more blood before dispersing into thin air right in front of her to hide in the shadows, leaving her there to deal with the shock of her actions.

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im done having crushes on people >.> it wont matter in the end

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The redhead glared at the brunet, who bared their fangs at him. L.Joe’s hand rested lightly against the left side of his face, where the fox had previously attacked him. Warm liquid could be felt as it dripped down the side of his face. His skin tinted a dangerously dark shade due to the anger he felt as his glared daggers at the fox. He hissed as he let his now bloodied hand drop to his side and mirrored the other’s stance.

Komainu’s ears and tail were showing and not in the cute fox way. He was in a stance that looked ready to pounce on the shadow at any sudden movement. Identical faces glaring at one another, emitting anger to dangerous levels. L.Joe waited, hesitated, taking in the other’s body language before lunging at him. Snarling as the two fell to the ground none to lightly. They wrestled. Fought. Threw punches and kicked at each other. Rolling around as if to get the upper hand. 

L.Joe gripped at Komainu’s hair, pulling his fox ear with it as he tried to get the stronger male off him. It was a low move but L.Joe wasn’t going to sit back and let himself get hurt. Fuck no. He was done with that. And at war, any move that may guaranteed survival was to be taken by the throat. The redhead managed to free one of his legs and kicked the fox off of him. Only to straddle him right after.

At this point, L.Joe’s skin was a deathly shade of black and his eyes glowing bright white. He used his fist to punch the fox in the gut, using all of his strength, earning a groan from the other and a few coughs. He would rejoice in managing to land an attack but the fox was quick as he rolled them back over so that L.Joe’s was back against the cold asphalt. Using the momentum of being rolled over, L.Joe rolled them once again. As did Komainu. 

After rolling a few more times, muttering cusses and threats, Komainu had the shadow pinned to the ground, smirking victoriously. But so was L.Joe, who finally got them where he wanted. The redhead snickered, side-eyeing their location. “Sucks for you, fox!” He grinned as he let his body sink into the dark shadows of a nearby building, pulling the fox with him slightly. Just enough so that Komainu was on all fours with his arms, up to his elbows, and knees were stuck in the cement. 

With his body consumed by the shadows, L.Joe then shadow hopped to a different part of the area, walking casually over to the fox. He looked down at his twin before snickering and shaking his head. “Sorry, Ko… But I’m getting better at this, huh?” L.Joe bent over and freed the fox from the shadows, who socked him right in the face. Again. But this time out of annoyed fondness.

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L.Joe hissed as he splashed his face with water. The water seeped into the cuts on his face and washed over the forming bruises, which made them sting and hurt. It was unpleasant. It always is. But he was used to it. This was pretty much a daily thing when it came to his father. 

It had only been a few minutes since his father's rampage ended, but it'll be hours-- maybe days before the pain fades. But it won't. Because just when the pain starts to go away, his father will be back. He always does. His father loved attacking him right as he walked through the door, right before he turned on the lights. It plagued him. This whole shadow person bullshit. He hated it. He hated his father. He hated half of who he was. He wanted this to be over, but not in a way people would assume. L.Joe wasn't fond of the thought of dying, never was. He liked being alive. He liked his job. His liked his classes. He liked the people he met. But he hated whenever his father did this to him.

L.Joe silently wished his father was like other abusive fathers: an alcoholic, a drug addict. A human. Because then he could fight back. But he couldn't against his father. How can you? How can you fight the shadows? You can't. You really can't. The only thing that can fight the shadows is light. And even then, it doesn't always help. Because the brighter the light, the darker the shadows. It just limits their whereabouts. 

With another splash to his face and L.Joe turned off his bathroom faucet and sighed. He took a hand towel and dabbed at his face gingerly. After his face was dry, L.Joe glanced in the mirror and cringed. Over half his face was already discoloured, bruises in the worst places. His lip was torn, two black eyes, and his eyebrow had a gash in it. He silently thanked whatever deity for the fact that he hadn't worn earrings today. Otherwise they would've been ripped out in the frenzy and he would have to get them re-pierced. Again. After they healed. Covering up today's wounds in the afternoon was going to be a pain in the ass. 

He left the bathroom to go back to his room, standing in front of a mirror. Carefully and slowly, L.Joe also discarded his clothes. Bruises, cuts and hand prints littered his arms, legs and torso as he stood in front of the full-body mirror. When he turned to look at his back, he made a face of disgust. It was completely clawed up and there was no way he would be able to clean up those wounds.

"Dammit. This is going to fucking suck when I wake up," he growled out as he continued to examine his body of all injuries. It only took a few more moments before L.Joe waddled over to his closet and pulled out the first aid kit he was way too familiar with. He brought it over to his bed and emptied the contents onto it as he started to patch himself up. 

L.Joe made a mental note to pick up more concealer and band-aids on his way back from work.