can-you-make-me-smile-? [namok]

[Shizuka Mori]

[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]Ho-hum, what a boring day. One of those days where no events even seemed possible. It was one of those days where Shizu could just snap at any moment. Sitting on a bench in the out-door area of TF, Shizuka could only sigh as she looked up at the sky, wishing something would happen. Of course, nothing really did. Namok, her mix-matched partner, was at a photo shoot. Maybe. Who knows where that boy is? Sighing in irritation, started to fidget with a leaf. Could someone really die of boredom? Well, Shizu was close. Luckily, something did happen~! Closing her eyes, the Fighter started to fall asleep, so bored that she had nothing better to do. It did not last long. Heavy foot-steps walked towards her, obviously not Namok. His were light and rhythmic. Cracking her eyes open, she sat up straighter. It was two guys, one of the toughest teams at TF. Well, not tough as in spells. In that category, they were rumored to be hopelessly pathetic. However, when it came to brawn and muscle, they were at the top. The pairs aura gave off a death-black, dangerous feel. So, of course, Shizuka said the most appropriate thing. "What do you to bozo's want? Cant you see I'm trying to take a nap?!" Ears flicking, the girl crossed her arms. The duo just looked at each-other and smirked. "Well, now. Lil lady." The smaller one, obviously the alpha, spoke, his voice cold. "We are just here to ask you something." The alpha looked at his follower. They grinned mischeviously. "Oh please. Just tell me what you want." Shizuka barked, bored out of her mind. Oh well, at least this was somewhat entertaining. "We have come to offer you a new partnership!" The alpha stated, his minion nodding along with him. "All you have to do is ditch that guy you are with and join us. We could use a Fighter like you." The omega stepped forward, putting his grubby finger under her chin and lifting it up. His voice was raw and husky, so very unattractive. "We will treat you right, promise." Shizuka smiled warmly and giggled, eyes shining. Bringing her hand up she placed it on the Omega's cheek. "Well, you know what I have to say to that?" She spoke sweetly, in her sing-song voice. Quicker than the eye could see, she reached up to his nose, gripped it firmly, and twisted. A sharp crack could be heard all the way from the other side of the courtyard. "HELL NO." the Fighter roared, an extremely pissed off aura leaking into the air. "Now, keep your grubby hands off of me and go away, before I do something I might regret later." The Alpha and Omega seemed to shrink down slightly, but they kept their ground. It would have earned them a little respect from Shizuka, but she was to pissed to care. Omega was currently sniffling, clutching his bleeding nose. Alpha was glaring hatefully. Suddenly, he charged, screaming with rage. Sighing, Shizuka simply stepped aside and stuck out her foot. Boom! The leader fell. Hard. Scrambling up, they narrowed their eyes at her one more time before making a wise retreat. Once again, Shizu sighed. "Like I would ever abandon Namok." the Fighter folded her arms, muttering to herself. Frowning, she sat back down on the bench, soaking in the sun. Well, now it was boring again. What would happen this time? [/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style, width:300px, btable][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-top: 09px;]❝ namok ❞[/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: 05px; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px;]❝ sorry if it sucked. muse is failing. ❞[/style][STYLE= margin-top: 05px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border: #373737 solid 10px; background: url(http://i1163.photobucket.com/albums/q548/GemGirl32/Magi%20Icons/Morgiana6001059669.png);][/style][STYLE= color: #373737; font-size: 80px; margin-top: -43px; margin-left: -09px;]◤[/style]

[Namok Clave]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;]Namok did indeed have a photo shoot that day, but afterwards he had gone out for some lunch. He wasn't like most models, the ones who starved themselves to keep looking good. He remained in shape just by eating healthy and remaining in shape. He ate what he wanted, when he wanted and he liked that. Figuring that his Fighter was probably dying of boredom, or hunger. Or maybe both, Namok was kind enough to get her some pizza from a nice italian place he knew about. Currently he had a sucker hanging from out mouth as he flashed his ID to the security guys of their organization and he made his way in. Looking as pretty as ever, he watched from a short distance as his Fighter put some beat down on two guys, an obnoxious Sacrifice and his claimed Fighter - who didn't honestly care that most units were two and not three, not that Namok even cared about having two or not. As they passed, Namok's foot shot out, tripping the both of them. Alpha fell forward, fast first into the dirt with Omega falling on top. "That's what you two get for...being stupid." He stated boredly, trotting off towards Shizuka. "Hungry?" he asked, like nothing had happened, sitting down next to her. "So. You look bored," he stated matter-of-factly as he handed over the bag of fresh-smelling pizza. "I went to lunch after my shoot. Brought you back something," he commented, sprawling out on the ground, with his head in Shizuka's lap comfortably. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, xxx WORD COUNT xxx TAGS xxx[/style] [tr][td]

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[Shizuka Mori]

[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]Pizza. Shizuka could smell it. The crispness of the outdoor air was overtaken by the scent of the slices. Opening her eyes, she was shocked by who she saw. Well, shocked is not the right word. Surprised? Not all that much. Confused? Maybe. Who knows! Emotions are confusing, so Shizu hardly deals with them. Well, naming them. Or, labeling them? Gah! Who cares?! All that mattered was that Namok was now right in front of her. "Hungry?" His nonchalant voice gave her a relief she was waiting for. Shizuka could feel her anger and stress quickly evaporating off of her, the dangerous aura that terrified the idiot duo dissipated into the air. Sighing, she rubbed her temple and nodded. "So. You look bored, Closing her eyes, she gave a girl-grunt. "Well, yeah," she stated, sighing, "I have nothing to do while you're gone." Nibbling on her lip, she took the pizza and took a deep breath in. ".. Smells good." The Fighter mumbled, taking a slice out, and put the pizza up to her lips. Taking a bite, she pulled the slice away... only to have a giant trail of melted cheese form a lax bridge in between the actual pizza and the part she was eating. Blushing, she tried to pull it away some more, hoping it would break off. No such luck. Arm fully stretched, the cheese bridge was still in tact. Her mind began to feel flustered from the embarrassment. The light pink tint on her cheeks turned into a deep crimson. Going halfway, somehow making most of the cheese fit into her mouth without making her cheeks puff up with all that was in there. Cutting the bridge with her scissor-like teeth, it finally broke. After swallowing, her blush settled down a little bit. "... S-sorry..." Shizu apologized, for no real reason. Other than that she felt she had to, of course. She finished the pizza quickly. His head was in her lap. It really relaxed her. No idea why, though. Shizu was bewildered when she thought of reasons why Namok was such a good Emotional Suppressor for her. It was probably because she trusted him. He knew her the best. Sighing, she glanced down at his pretty, model-worthy features. However, the Fighter paid no mind to them. Anyone else would stop at the outside, never attempt to peel away the protective layer around him. Her Sacrifice was scared. He was hurt deeply, so down that Shizuka could not begin to fathom if he would ever completely heal or not. Of course, she could possibly be blowing this all out of proportion. There was a serious chance of that. But still. Namok was the only one, out of everyone who attempted to help her at that damned mental ward. The nurses, doctors, psychiatrists, you name it. No one had suffered like the mix-matched unit had. Maybe, just maybe, that was why no one could sooth her like the model. Sighing once again, she brushed some hair out of his face casually. Tilting her head up, she closed her eyes. Even with them closed, she could see the sunlight shining through them. Feel the warm breeze. Smell the crisp, clean air mixed with delicious pizza. "Thanks.. Namok..." Taking a deep breath in, Shizuka guessed that this day was not so boring after all. Forcing her head back down to look at her Sacrifice, she tilted her head to the side slightly. "So, how was the shoot?" [/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style, width:300px, btable][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-top: 09px;]❝ namok ❞[/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: 05px; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px;]❝ heh... pizza... x3 ❞[/style][STYLE= margin-top: 05px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border: #373737 solid 10px; background: url(http://i1163.photobucket.com/albums/q548/GemGirl32/Magi%20Icons/MagiTheLabyrinthOfMagic6001224384.jpg);][/style][STYLE= color: #373737; font-size: 80px; margin-top: -43px; margin-left: -09px;]◤[/style]

[Namok Clave]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;] Namok could almost immediately tell that Shizuka was bored and seemingly annoyed with something. He was one of the only people that could read Shizuka as well as he could. A side-effect from being one of the only people who knew her inside and out. Who knew every part of her childhood. Honestly, if Namok hadn't seen how Shizuka had been and hadn't been resolved and relentless in his attempts to cheer her up...who knows...he might have wound up the same way. In a way, they saved each other. They'd given each other the means to keep moving forward together. She was complaining that she had nothing to do? Namok raised an eyebrow as he watched her eat the pizza, stifling giggles as he watched her have trouble with the cheese of the pizza. That was just too cute. He was almost tempted to sever the cheese for her...which he attempted to do by reached up, on his hands and knees next to her, with the intent to the bite through the cheese for her, instead her face was suddenly there and Namok stopped, his lips inches from her cheek. Letting a soft dusting of red appear over his cheeks at his obvious failure, he pecked her on the cheek, acting like that was what he wanted to do the entire time and then commented lightly in an attempt to change the subject. "You're welcome to come to work with me. It's not like you aren't pretty enough to join me," he stated quietly. "You don't need to apologize, either. You should never have to apologize for anything." Being around Shizuka always seemed to make Namok feel better, for some reason. Probably because he knew he had to remain strong for her, like he always had been since they'd met. He'd been the one to reach out to her and had taken everything she'd said or done before he'd reformed her with a smile on his face. He'd treated her mental state the same way he had dealt with his mother's own mental state, with a smile on his face and wanting nothing more than for it all to go away and for everything to be alright. Namok had never had his childhood and probably never would. That didn't bother him though, not like it would most people. He was perfectly fine with how everything had turned out now. He was as happy and carefree as he'd ever been. Namok's eyes closed slightly in pleasure at Shizuka's light touches to his hair, moving it out of his face. Honestly, somebody playing with his hair was probably the most calming thing anybody could to him. He was almost purring with deligiht at the touch as his eyes flickered open at Shizuka's inquiry about the shoot. Besides the fact he'd met his true Fighter, his half-brother who was also her blank Sacrifice and his sister, somebody he had loved for the longest time but had never admitted it to her...it had gone just fine. "Ah...it went just fine. I worked with another one of the models today - Caeli Dies." Namok stated, closing his eyes. Part of him didn't want to tell her that Caeli was the true half to his name...but she had the right to know. "I found that she's the true half to Voluptous," Namok answered quietly, sitting up and rolling his shoulders in a shrug. "She has taken on a blank Sacrifice, so I don't need to worry about her," he added, remaining in a sitting position on the ground and resting his head against Shizuka's shoulder now. "Shizuka...I know it doesn't work the same way as somebody with a name already...but would you protest if I asked you to put your name on me?" Namok asked, looking up at Shizuka. He wanted to be officially the Sacrifice for Relentless. Once Transcendere Fatum's ultimate goal was met, he'd have his bond several with Caeli and he'd fully belong to Shizuka's name. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, Aww~ Namok wants to be Relentless~ WORD COUNT 663 TAGS Shizuka[/style]

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[Shizuka Mori]

[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]Something hurt. Something hurt real bad. As he kissed her cheek, a blush came over her, Shizuka's chest starting to ache. A moment of confusion washed over her. What was this? The Fighter could tell that she had felt this before, but not for a very long time. So long, in fact, that she had obviously forgotten what it felt like, let alone what it was called. Shrugging the mystery feeling off, she focused on the one she recognized. Embarrassment. Once she swallowed, her attention turned towards him. Almost instantaneously, she saw his light blush. Grinning, hers lessened slightly. "That was a fail, wasn't it?" Words formed out of Shizu's mouth after a pause. Glancing to where the pizza bridge once stood, her eyes widened with realization. Smiling, eyes filled with laughter, it took all she could to not burst. "You were trying to cut the cheese bridge, weren't you?!" For a moment, she giggled, her heart feeling lifted with momentary joy. Out of habit, one of her hands reached up lazily as her mouth was hidden. A lot of girls did that, apparently. She was trying to stop the habit, but it would not go away. Settling down, she poked his forehead softly, not much force at all. "You don't have to hide it from me." One of her cheeks puffed out just barely, as if it was a half-pout. "Like I wouldn't notice that you failed in the first place," pausing, Shizuka put her hands limply to her sides, "But its alright. I mean, I don't really mind." For some reason, her blush brightened a hue. "You're welcome to come to work with me. It's not like you aren't pretty enough to join me," ... Blinking a few times, Shizuka was at a lack for words, nibbling her lip. Yet again. How come it was only Namok that left her without a voice? It was just so frustrating! However... she really didn't mind it all that much. Not that it didn't bug her! Of course it did! He knows she is horribly self-conscious! Even now, her eyes rested down to the side, hair covering part of her face, wishing she could hide from the world. "... No thanks..." Glancing over to his face, she felt the mysterious emotion again. No. None of that now. Shizu was confused enough as is, and this didnt help her at all. Forcing the feeling back down, she looked away once again. "Sorry..." Grumbling, the urge to apologize for no reason appeared. It was here again. "You don't need to apologize, either. You should never have to apologize for anything." Putting on a smile, the one that always fooled everyone into thinking she was always alright, Shizuka nodded. Of course Namok would probably be able to see right through her mask, but this was her signal that she didn't want to debate on this matter. At all. It was always a sore subject for her, and she preferred to avoid it at all costs. "Ah...it went just fine. I worked with another one of the models today - Caeli Dies." Finally, something to be genuinely happy about. Eyebrows raised curiously, she smiled slightly. "Well. She sounds pretty, at least." Nodding to herself, she could just imagine it. A beautiful girl posed right next to Namok, a man behind the camera telling them to smile and lift their chins. No a little down. To the left. A smidge more. No to much, back to the right. Perfect! "I found that she's the true half to Voluptous," Oh god, no. Namok was sitting up. He was leaving. Shizuka's mind panicked while her face was frozen in that smile. He was leaving. Quickly, the smile erased off of her face. Namok was leaving. Shock mixed with sadness cracked at her scared face, eyes filled with a mixture of horrible emotions that Shizuka thought she would never have to feel again. Her Sacrifice was going. Softly, quickly, she brought her hand up, the one that was closest to him, and gently grabbed hold of his sleeve. Namok was leaving her all alone. It was just like when he left the hospital before her. She cried for days, the person who gave her back her smile disappeared. Sitting utterly alone in the pure white, silent as death room. Her heart throbbed. He was leaving. "She has taken on a blank Sacrifice, so I don't need to worry about her," Tears threatened to escape, but Shizu fought them with all of her might. Relief. He was not going anywhere. His head was on her shoulder. He was still there. Namok was still sitting beside her. Biting her lip hard, the absolute terror slowly ebbed its way out of her system. He was still here. "Oh. Good." Muttering with a surprisingly steady voice, Shizuka breathed out, just realizing that she had been holding it this whole time. Delicately, her tail curled into itself as its tension was let go. "Shizuka...I know it doesn't work the same way as somebody with a name already...but would you protest if I asked you to put your name on me?" "Wh... what?" Blinking a few times in utter shock and confusion, she looked at him, head tilted, eyes glinting with a mixture of the two. "I-I guess it wouldn't... b-but I. I mean. Uh..." Blushing sharply, unable to express her emotions clearly, she punched him lightly on his arm. "Don't ask embarrassing things like that so easily!" Shizu exclaimed, ears standing on end, fur bristling with embarrassment. The mysterious feeling was back again. Shizuka inwardly sighed, wishing it would just go away and leave her alone. But no matter what she did, it was always coming back. Shoving the emotion down one more time, Shizu hoped it would go away for a few minutes so that she could spend time with Namok. Her precious Sacrifice. [/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style, width:300px, btable][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-top: 09px;]❝ namok ❞[/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: 05px; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px;]❝ so adorable ;u; ❞[/style][STYLE= margin-top: 05px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border: #373737 solid 10px; background: url(http://i1163.photobucket.com/albums/q548/GemGirl32/Magi%20Icons/MagiTheLabyrinthOfMagic6001224384.jpg);][/style][STYLE= color: #373737; font-size: 80px; margin-top: -43px; margin-left: -09px;]◤[/style]

[Namok Clave]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;] Crap! She noticed his fail and he was trying to think of a way to make it not...so much of a fail. Uhh. Uhh. The kiss hadn't help him like it was supposed to...besides make his heart flutter a bit and his lips tingle. Heart flutterings hadn't happened...since he realized he was in love with his sister. Couldn't be...could it? He wouldn't mind it, if he was...he'd be able to do what any person in love would want to do - make their loved one happy. He already did that, of course...so had he maybe always been in love with Shizuka the first time they'd met? The first time he'd seen that broken girl in the psyche ward at the hospital? When Namok had first been entered into the ward, he was still recuperating from his mother stabbing him in the stomach with a knife and raping him. Both had left lasting effects on the eleven-year old. By the time he had been entered in the ward, Shizuka had already been there. He was much like she had been and had taken on the philosophy his entire childhood had - not to accept help even when it was so blatantly needed. He didn't want any of those doctors to help him. They didn't know what he'd been through! What would they know? Nothing. They wouldn't know anything about how he was really feeling. There was no way any of those 'qualified' psychiatrists and psychologists would know what he was feeling without experiencing it first hand. The first week, he'd sort of been in a drug induced stupor. The week after, everything had finally hit him like a freight train. He'd never had the time to think about it, having been under the influence of codeine and morphine the few weeks he'd already spent in the hospital. The doctors there were worried about his mental health and until he could be sent to the mental ward after being fully recuperated and coherent, so they kept him under a tight drug regiment to keep him in that stupor whose painless and dreamless sleepy bliss was something he craved once he was out of it. There'd been some nights he refused to sleep until he was sedated simply because he was having nightmares. After a month of the same routine, he finally saw the person who changed his life around. Her eyes blank, her expression blank...He heard her story from one of the orderlies and he felt sorry for her...but it wasn't pity or sympathy that had lead him to her. It was seeing a kindred spirit in her, somebody who understood his pain unlike those doctors and he understood hers. They'd both been through a tough childhood. They would be able to understand each other. From that day on, Namok had started to follow the girl around like a lost puppy, never saying anything but always being there. It was a couple weeks until he approached her...she barely gave him the time of day, understandable for somebody who had been through so much. He wasn't giving up on. Her continued to, what some of the orderlies and other patients began to call it, court her until she eventually relented. It took him yet a little while more until she'd full begun to open up to him....and he'd begun opening up to her. It seemed, to the doctors, that they were good for each other. So they'd allowed them to spend their time with each other. Thinking back onto those days...Namok wondered if, at some point, he had fallen in love with Shizuka and was just being kept hidden behind his love for Sayuri, but now that Sayuri was forever out of his reach...it was just surfacing now. Did she feel the same way? He couldn't risk messing up their relationship on the hunch that she felt the same way. He'd watch her for awhile...just to see if he could decipher her real feelings. "Yeah...I was trying to. Then your face showed up there...and I sort of well...felt like doing that," Namok answered with a smile, pulling himself from his thoughts. It had taken him a few seconds to answer her, but he had. Honestly, though...did she feel the same way about him that he realized he felt about her or was he just destined for a whole life of unrequited love interests and remain the terrible romantic flirt that he was? He sighed inwardly, wondering why 'fate' seemed to hate him so much. Fate seemed to always take some form of cruel amusement in tormenting those it presided over... Shizuki apologized again and Namok let out an audible sigh, dropping the subject. Even if she didn't think she was beautiful, she was. It was just because of her asshole stepfather...honestly, if that man hadn't gotten the death penalty and been put to death...Namok would have done the deed himself. There were plenty of ways he could have killed him, his main form included castrating him and killing him in the same manner he had killed Shizuka's brother...Namok let a small smile curl over his features as he reached out, putting his hand on the top of her head and petting her hair in a manner of trying to let her know that he was still there and that he cared. The second he mentioned the Caeli was his true half...he could tell that Shizuka wasn't happy about that. She was worried. Was he going to leave her? Would his Fighter do whatever it took to get his Sacrifice to be by her side? Those were the thoughts that Namok assumed she was thinking - the same thoughts that Namok felt whenever he thought about the true half of Relentless...But this wasn't about him. Shizuka was worried that he was leaving her. He'd never do that. Namok's arms wrapped around Shizuka, his lips whispering in her ear. "I'm never going to leave you, Shizuka...you don't have anything to worry about. Ever. I care about you too much to let you go like that...I'd be lost without you." Namok released her once he felt the female calm down and then rubbed his shoulder when she punched him, obviously startled by his odd request. He wasn't a blank. Having her name wouldn't change anything..."I can also get a tattoo...but I thought it would be more special if you did it yourself," Namok answered, looking Shizuka in the eyes. He was dead serious about wanting her name. "If you don't want to, I'll get a tattoo of your name...but it wouldn't be the same..." he murmured quietly, wrapping his arms around Shizuki again. "You can think about it...of course. I don't want you doing anything you don't want to." [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, Aww~ Namok was so word vomit. WORD COUNT 1122 TAGS Shizuka[/style]

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[Shizuka Mori]

[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]Shizuka was broken. Even now, it was painfully obvious to her. The way she failed to recognize many good and warm emotions, the way she could not look at herself in the mirror without being disgusted with what she saw. It hurt, being filled with such self-loathing, but she did not know what else to do. Since the beginning, her mother blamed the Fighter for the deaths of her husband and son. Every once in awhile, they would be a typical mother-daughter duo. Though most of the time, her mother screamed and Shizu screamed and there was fighting and hair pulling and apologizing and... and pain. Every time she saw her mother, the woman reminded her of every detail of her brother's death. Holding his corpse in her arms as if the broken little body would breathe again. The only time that image refused to haunt her mind was when she was with Namok. When she was in the Mental Ward, the doctors and nurses and psychiatrists had instantly written her off as a lost-cause. Maybe not out loud, but the feeling was there. The way they looked at her with disappointed or uncaring eyes, the way they had left her in a drugged stupor for the first month or two she was there. Even after the drugs had been flushed from her system, she was just an emotionless shell of the sunlight that she used to be. Shizuka the moon. Well, not even the moon, for that shone brightly as well. It was more like... Shizuka the Black Hole. Shizuka the Shadow. Shizuka the Husk. Her blank eyes would see everything around her, her mind would process as it usually did, but nothing would come out of her. No feelings, no words, no sounds. Sometimes, she was such a ghost that the doctors thought that she had even lost the will to breathe. Though, unknown to her at that time, it was ending soon. When Namok first came to her, she experienced her first emotion in a very long time. Annoyance. He was such an irritation! Always following her around, who did he think he was?! It frustrated her to no end, but it finally gave doctors hope. When they came in for a check-up, they heard her growling with a ghost of a scowl on her face. It was the first sound and expression Shizuka had made since showing up in the Ward. Overtime, her irritation with the boy became something close to fondness. Slowly, she began to realize something. The emotions brewing up inside of her were close to those she had felt with her own brother... only stronger. It was only when the boy had first spoken to her, a simple 'Hello.', that she ran and locked herself into her room. She sat down on her bed and sobbed, for it was then all of the feelings held back from her brother's death, the betrayal of her mother, the devastation her step-father caused, it all crashed down onto her. From then on, she made an effort to open up with Namok. He opened up as well, and she was heart-broken when she discovered what had happened to him. It was like... they were the same. Hardly any childhood worth mentioning. They shared a common bond, and Shizuka liked it. She liked it a lot. Thinking back, the current Shizu wondered why she had forgotten what she felt when Namok first came to her. It was an emotion she was unfamiliar with... but it was pleasant. Why was it that fate refused for her to remember it? It was not fair! Sighing absentmindedly, she looked up for a moment, trying to grasp that feeling's name, even if just for a moment. Lost in thought, she didn't even hear her partner's excuse for kissing her cheek. Nor did she even care, really. Her cheek was still buzzing. "I'm never going to leave you, Shizuka...you don't have anything to worry about. Ever. I care about you too much to let you go like that...I'd be lost without you." When the words registered in her mind, and the feeling of his arm around her, her heart seemed to both elate and shatter at the exact same time. Bringing him into a hug, tight but not uncomfortable, she gripped the back of his shirt in her fingers. Letting another shaky breath go, it just started to dawn on her how panicked she was before. "I don't know what I would do without you.. Probably break even more." Her voice was just a hushed whisper, and Shizuka was unsure on whether or not Namok even heard her. Though, that did not matter at the moment. Right now, she was just happy that he was there. With her. "I can also get a tattoo...but I thought it would be more special if you did it yourself. If you don't want to, I'll get a tattoo of your name...but it wouldn't be the same... You can think about it...of course. I don't want you doing anything you don't want to." After her punch, she was blushing harshly, ears even turning a shade of pink. For a moment, she was just rambling a bunch of incoherent gibberish, fidgeting with her hair. How could he as such an embarrassing question?!?! It was unheard of! Shizu had never been at such a lack of words before. Finally, with hard eyes and a slight scowl, she swatted him on the head... a bit roughly. After all, it was the only way she could release her pent up feelings, especially when she had such a lack of names and words to use. "You idiot! O-Of course I will! Y-you just surprised me is all! Asking that out of the blue! The hell?!" Standing up, she began to fume, clenching and unclenching her hands, pacing in a small circle in front of him. It was either this or pound the crap out of him, and she didn't really want to hurt Namok all that much. Well... not yet at least. [/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

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[Namok Clave]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;] He was simply one of those people that had learned to hide his true emotions under a facade of flirts, of smiles, and of laughter. He tried his best to keep his cool no matter what. He tried to block out anything that that would trigger a relapse into what he had been before Shizuka. A traumatized child who was angry with the world for letting him go through what he had for years and angry at the people who were trying to help, but who nothing about what he had gone through for the entirety of his childhood. That had not been the first time his mother had tried to kill him, but it was the closest she had gotten to killing him. She had tried to strangle him once, poison him over a period of several days..usually she had lapsed back into some semblance of sanity before she had gone far enough to kill him. It was just that...one night. She hadn't broken out. And perhaps, knowing what she had done was what had driven her to kill herself. While Namok hadn't been listed off as a lost cause because he had still been new to the ward at the hospital, but it wouldn't have been long until he had joined the same sinking ship that Shizuka had been on. At some point after his meeting with Shizuka and the two had grown fond of each other, with a strong bond growing between them, he had been released and the kind family who had taken him in, enrolled him in school. It didn't take long for rumors about the 'crazy boy' to be thrown around his school. He had no friends in that school, labeled as dangerous and crazy by the student body...it was only a matter of time before he would crack. A week and a half he'd been out of the hospital...before he had his breakdown. He refused to speak to anybody about why he had broken down. There had to be a reason. It just seemed that the reason was going to remain far out of their reach. He wasn't going to tell them. If he told Shizuka, then it would be just fine and dandy. He'd been dragged back into the hospital ward, drugged into a stupor of dreamless bliss yet again while the doctors figured out what they could do now. He had been fine in the days prior to his release. Then they had taken him away from that other girl...the one who had also relapsed back to how she had been. It was baffling, in all honestly...but they had come to realize that one would not be able to survive in the outside world without the other. The next time one of them was released, they would release the other as well. Which is what eventually happened. Shizuka was released into the custody of Septimal Moon and Namok into the custody of his adoptive family - who rather than send him back to a school where he had been bullied sent him to the save private school both his 'siblings' were attending. They'd watch over him there. And they did. After he went into modeling; however, he dropped out of school and instead finished it through Transcendere Fatumn - who had approached him shortly before he began his career. It seemed fate was on his side, though, because Shizuka was there as well. While they had remained in close contact, now...they decided to name themselves a unit. Namok wouldn't leave her for anybody, not even his own half. Break even more...Namok would probably break as well. His own mentality was honestly just as fragile as Shizuka's was...it was just that nobody had managed to break his psyche since the time he had his last mental breakdown, after his first release into the world. "I know," he murmured quietly. "I don't think...I'd be able to last very long if I didn't have you around," he admitted rather calmly. He didn't like Shizuka knowing that his own psyche was fragile like hers was. He wanted to remain strong in her eyes, even though she already knew he wasn't as strong as he tried to make himself out to be. She'd seen him at his worst. His announcement of wanting Shizuka's name had definitely caused much embarrassment for the girl...it was kind of equally embarrassing for him. Especially with the idea of that she was going to carve the name Relentless into his flesh, or if he was going to be poked with needles more for a tattoo. Needles were not his friend. After being in a hospital for several years? Definitely not his friend. Pain wasn't a new thing to him, after growing up with a mentally ill and abusive mother because of her mental illness...but he would prefer that over needles, in all honesty. Of course, Shizuka's little flippin' out fest over what he had asked brought him out of his thoughts and a smile to his face. She was so cute when she got angry like that. He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it...he wanted to call her cute...but did he want to risk the following assault? Yes. Yes he did. Following her to stand up, he leaned over and pecked her on the cheek against. "You're so cute, you know~!" he chirped before moving out of her range of attack, ready to move again if she moved towards him to punch him for calling her cute. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, More cuteness Namok and word vomit WORD COUNT 920 TAGS Shizuka[/style]

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[Shizuka Mori]

[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]It was strange, really. How much Shizuka liked being in his arms, wrapped in Namok’s warmth. He was like a cocoon away from the world, shielding her from all the pain and frustrations that tried to tear her mind into smaller and smaller pieces. "I know. I don't think...I'd be able to last very long if I didn't have you around," Listening to his words, her heart wanted to shatter into a million fragments and heal back into one at the very same time. It was sad, how much they depended on each-other, and as she sat there in his embrace, she was absolutely terrified. What if something happened to Namok? What if there was an accident, or someone tried to hurt her Sacrifice, or even kill him. What would she do without him? Her breathing stopped for a moment as horror claimed all the emotion in her eyes. Though, it was soon dominated by sheer and utter determination. No. Shizuka would not allow that to happen. She would do whatever it took, whatever the stakes, to protect Namok. Swearing to it, nothing could stop her from doing just that. After all, she was Relentless. No one could force her to back down from anything she set her mind to. Total stubbornness, if you may call it that. With those thoughts of protecting her precious Sacrifice dancing around in her mind, a happy smile graced her face, tail wagging slightly. ‘No matter what, Namok, I will let nothing harm you. Ever again.’ "You're so cute, you know~!" … Shizuka stood there, a dumbfounded look on her face. Mouth gaping open slightly, she tried to decide whether or not she heard him wrong. Her? Cute? Was he joking? This was some sick joke, wasn’t it? Anger boiled in her blood, and her earlier promise of protecting him was being stretched thin from her wondering if it was alright if she was the one to kill him. Fur bristling, ears bent back drastically, she turned around and started to walk away from the situation. And she only did that when she was mad. No, more than mad. She was furious! Namok knew that she hated being called anything remotely close to attractive, beautiful, adorable, or even cute. She loathed it! Detested it! All it did was make her feel embarrassed and different, which she also despised. Shizu never walked away from a fight. Never. Unless, however, she was scared that she would seriously hurt someone. Which is why she was running away now. Hands gripped into tight fists by her side, Shizuka wondered if there was a nice wall nearby. [/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

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