#equalingheaven

[foldedpapercrane]

Picture Me

┌Not only were her memories from before faulty, something else was severely wrong. Or... right depending on how you viewed it. She wasn't sure which way to take the idea, but she found herself so overwhelmed with joy that her fingers rushed through the numbers on her phone. If she was here, was Goku also here? Locating the contact quickly she smiled and dialed the number. Shaking hands gripping tight at her skirt, awaiting an answer.┘

[somebodyssun-blog]

[heavensmurderdoll]

o2} Chasing A Thread Of A Dream {Closed}

Everything came with a price. The more one grabbed at the higher the price. Freedom was, from the god's knowledge, the thing with the highest cost. It was near impossible to gain true freedom, and the illusion of freedom always bound you down more and more until you lost sight of how to attain it. The freedom of the war god? There was no price that could be deemed high enough. An ever present shadow always lingered over him, his father's presence always known, always weighing down on him. Like a caged animal the only thing Nataku could have was absolute obedience.

Nataku.

That was right, there was someone he met that had given him a hope of freedom, like a bird being shown the sky for the first time. Even with the bars of his cage gone, he could never fly through the sky, not with wings clipped like his were. The chains made from the false 'love' his father provided him... Not even the child could banish them.

About my name-

A small arm lifted to the sky fingers splayed out wide. A soft gaze watched the snow fall from between the bars that his hand formed. With no father here, no gods to push him into doing their dirty work, was this true freedom? Or would this place be a cage of a different sort? He was a part of an 'experiment', a small piece in this big city. It seemed unlikely that it would be freedom in the form that he sought. At least there was the freedom that could be experienced in his mind, in thoughts and dreams.

I'm ____. Nice to meet you.

Tears were rolling down the god child's cheeks. He was crying... A smiling face was in his mind's eye. A cheery boy about his age speaking words of friendship. And yet there were tears. Instantly his hand fell from the sky shooting to grab a hold of the aching right shoulder. The name... What was that name in his mind?

The boy came to a halt on the sidewalk, eyes growing wider and wider. A face that was so familiar it made the tears flow harder, and the ache in his arm sting worse. The pain was nothing though. This pain was something he could deal with. The familiarity was a different story. Freedom... That's what he saw when he looked at the golden eyes demon, a heretic, a one of a kind. And... a friend.

Older, taller, happier. He'd found his peace away from heaven's disgusting old men. "Go...ku..." The name rolled off his tongue with such difficulty that one would've thought the boy didn't know how to speak. He was frozen in the spot. 'Some day... I'll show you all the hiding places... and where there's lots of berries growing...'. Why was he remembering that now? And why did it cause his chest to hurt so deeply.

'Kill him'.

He couldn't! He couldn't kill a friend, not with Goku smiling at him that way. That... That's right, so... He couldn't disobey his father, and he couldn't kill a friend. Instead he stabbed himself. Fear caused his eyes to grow wide and his face paled as if he saw a ghost. Hands reached up to grab at the sides of his head, body beginning to shake. "Goku," the choked name came off the war prince's lips a second time albeit barely above a whisper.

[foldedpapercrane]

Blind Date [Closed]

┌She wasn't sure how she looked, of course she was told she looked good by Ibuki, but she couldn't say for sure if that was the truth, and since it wasn't like she could just look in a mirror she continued to fuss with herself especially her hair. Fingers running over the braids again and again to make sure she had them tied right, or hands smoothing out any possible wrinkles that may have appeared in her dress within the last few moments of checking.┘

"Ah, it sounds lovely."

┌The girl paused only for a moment. She lifted the cellphone she'd gained from her month of captivity as it were, mostly she used it for directions, as she did now. She was supposed to meet up with Goku somewhere nearby. And while she wasn't sure if he was there yet, she would have felt bad about making him wait. The less and less directions she received on the phone made her stomach twist and turn more. Finally reaching the destination she couldn't help but feel a complete wave of nerves wash over her.┘

"Goku?"

┌She was wringing her hands now that she had her phone turned off and set inside her small bag that rested at her side. Her head lowered as if to look at her hands for a moment before straightening up and putting a smile on her face.┘

"I'm sorry if I kept you waiting. I had a little bit of difficulty."

[ibukitten]

slam dunks i want the k in here

18. Jawline Kiss

[ As estabilished friends, there are boundaries that sooner or later they're allowed to cross, if only just partly. Ibuki is fond of kisses, a known fact many people know- or learned of recently. A few were victims of her criminal record, but it's a first for this one. Goku is an open, easygoing boy whom she clicked with instantly, as they both apparently love fun stuff. It's obvious they'd go from one step to the other very quickly.

It all started with a joke, about how Ibuki wanted to experiment whether he was ticklish in a certain spot or not. It soon became a challenge which Goku took seriously and, amused, Ibuki went along with it. Now, she knows where to start. If she can't use her hands as accorded, there's only one more weapon to unsheathe against him.

Gripping his arms, the female gives him one last devislish glance before the lower part of her face disappears under his chin. He finds out why soon enough, as the softness of her lips touches that of his jaw. Once, twice, she repeatedly kisses the same spot a few times, and from the way he's turned rigid, she supposes he really hasn't seen this coming.

Then, finally, she moves her way around the jawline, planting small butterfly kisses here and there to distract him from her true goal, watching him squirm and struggle not to lose control. Moving higher, she finds the lobe of his ear... and with a swift move, she grabs it softly between her teeth-- a couple seconds and then she lets go. Whether he's startled or remained immobile through the whole torture, it doesn't matter as much-- just seeing his face turn red is enough of a reward for her. ]