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03-17-2010, 03:28 AM
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Username: ---Reyou
GENERAL
Name: Aito Egao (first Last )
Gender:Male
Age: 14
School:Higashi Junior High
School Clubs:
*Cooking
*Gardening
*Sculpture
Skill Stats:
Vitality: 10
Dexterity: 11
Hearing:12
Intelligence: 7
Total SP: 40.
Status:F Class
Tuning Information:
Aito uses extremely small metal tools attached to his fingertips. Each finger assigned to a different tool, each also assigned to specific tasks. He also has other tools not attached to his fingers inside a purple bento box. He always carries his tools with him, inside of his shoulder bag, a purple bag with a blue heart stitched into the strap, instead of his homework. The tools mean a lot to him, for what reason not really known, but they are well taken cared of, metal often bright and clean.
When Aito begins to tune he closes his eyes , taking in the sounds around him. Even if the world around him is incredibly noisy, he'll find the music of the AT he's using. Once he gains his focus, he'll open his eyes and start to work. His fingers move lightly, swiftly, and even gently. It would look more like he's playing an instrument then tuning. He tends to lose himself while tuning not really responding to the area around him when doing so. Only until after he's done will he be back in reality.
LOOKS
http://s560.photobucket.com/albums/ss41/freakingrainbow/AitoEgaoInk.jpg
( Drawn by hand and colored with mouse by Reyou )
Eye Colour:Emerald Green
Hair Colour:Brown, in the light strands of red can be seen
Skin Tone: Golden peach color with flecks of freckles across his nose , cheeks and tips of his ears
Height/Weight: --- 5'3 / 93
Blood-type: --- AB
Overall Appearance: ---
Aito is usually stands at an angle towards someone, never fully turned to them. His right hand resting on the purple shoulder bag, fingers feeling the fabric, while his left is idly by his side, fingers often tapping for touching the side of his purple vest-hoodie. On his hands he wears purple fingerless gloves trimmed in white, a cut out cross on the back of each hands, you can often see small little nicks and cuts from when he was taking care of his garden early in the day. His shoulders are relaxed, the dark blue handkerchief tied around his neck loosely, in case he needs to wipe his hands on something, as the grease stands on the fabric suggests. His undershirt is a slightly eye hurting checkering effect, the sleeves white until the rolled up checkered cuffs. His head is usually always tilted in some direction, and always moving as he talks, the brown-red wavy hair swaying around his emerald green eyes, small purple, white and dark blue beads clicking against each other. The beads were attached to seemingly random strands of hair , but on a closer inspection it was more of a planned chaos. The reason behind them? Well, the make sound of course. In each ear he also has three small bead piercings, all on random parts of his freckled ears. When he moves ,it's almost like a slow flowing stream of water before the glacier crumbles into a torrent; Going from a slow, graceful walk to random bursts of jerked movement, like jumping, going into a run, and/or climbing something. The way he talks can also be described like this. Light, soft and airy to Loud, forced, and energetic.
Personality
Likes:
~Shigure, wants him happy
~enjoys crowds; watching them, listening to them, getting lost in them
~arrogance, snobs, cold people
~movies, games
~ Staring, smiling
Dislikes:
~
~Silence
~ optimist ,
~sunshine butterflies rainbow happy people
~smiles
Hobbies:
~Cooking, often cooks too much for one person
~Gardening, has a small little tomato garden
~listening to pretty much anything
~people watching ( not the creeper/stalking kind, just sitting down and watching people walk by and such )
Fears: ---
~Losing Shigure. Even though he wants Shigure to be happy, he depends on him for his own happiness as well.
~Being lonely. It's his biggest fear. The silence overcoming and consuming him into nothingness. He will break down if ever left alone in silence.
Goals:
~He wants Shigure to be happy, so what ever Shigure wants, he'll help get there. He wants to be by his side.
Overall Personality: ---
Aito comes off as a happy soul, a bit dim, but happy as he's almost always seen with a small smile on his face. He's playful, friendly, eccentric, and a caring person. He's often seen walking while humming or whistling, laughing with Shigure ( or at him ), making dim-witted jokes, poking fun on others, hopping around on things. He's not the brightest around, and he knows that, often poking fun at himself. He can be a bit lazy, often sitting in odd positions or on strand surfaces most don't sit on ( trash cans, metal mail boxes, soda machines, ect,ect), or perhaps walking up to a stranger and asking them to dance , or what not. He can be pretty unpredictable.
Though he seems that way most of the time, he can find himself lost in his own thoughts, his eyes will stare off , movements become slower. When he gets into these moments it's usually triggered by something around him. A topic or even a word that strikes at him, will take his mind into the deep dark thoughts that plague the pessimist pushed deep into his heart. Another reason why he advoids silence and being alone is that his mind will wonder towards these dark tendencies.
History
Birthplace: Osaka ( Moved to Tokyo right before his 12th birthday )
Birthdate: January 1st
Birthtime: 12:00 am
Parents: --- Father: Amaki Egao, Mother: Kirara Egao
Siblings: --- open for some? XD
Overall History:
Ever since he was a toddler, Aito was described as clingy. He never wanted to be apart from the nearest family member. And as he became a child, it became worse. He loves school, even though he often fails at it, he enjoyed the crowd. Even when he was being picked on by bullies, at least he wasn't alone. Even with a busted lip and bruises, someone was always there. Never wanting to be away from any kind of contact. But why this feeling of being around others? He feared being alone. Being alone meant being in silence. And being in silence meant remembering. The day before his first day of school, his small hand slipped from his mother's and he was lost into the vast crowds of people. Not that the small child mind. No, what scared him was the fact that at the edge of the crowd, there was this silence. Everyone just became silent. Why? Pushing himself forward to the only sound, his eyes land on a vast wreckage. And one person lying within it. Dead. Blood was everywhere, splattered onto the rock and metal, arms broken in places that made his skin look like a puzzle. But it wasn't that that terrified him, it was the fact...that he died alone. Inside the enclosed rock and debris. No body had looked for him, or heard his screams. Just died in silence. The eyes that were empty and the mouth that was halfway open as if trying to call out once more, taunts Aito's mind. His nightmares, HE is the one in that wreckage.
Even though it wouldn't seem very impacting to others, Aito's fragile mind was easily consumed by it. He realized his worse fears.
Aito is a friendly person, but he often came off as obnoxious, annoying his friends until they suddenly didn't want to play with him anymore. Fearing that he would be alone , he clinged tightly onto his teacher. She was a kind lady, understanding why the ten year old was so frightened. So she taught him that even if they're no people around him, he could talk to plants. His love of gardening took root here, but the impending dooming feeling of loneliness will still haunt him whenever the teacher would stray to fair, death right behind. She would laugh and they would spend a lot of time together. Too much time to most people. As rumors would start about an unhealthy relationship between an eleven year old and the teacher. She was kind to him, affectionate. Where the rumors true? Quite. Aito was in love with her. She had become his everything. But the next day he went to school, she wasn't there.
She had quit. Leaving a note to Aito.
'It was fun while it lasted~'
A sudden urge of abandonment stuck him and at that moment, and preceded into a nervous break down. His mind crumbled around him like shattering glass, Shouting inchorhently, gripping his own arms until they bled through his clothes. He had to be dragged to the nurses office and sedated. Once awaken, he didn't seem himself anymore. Walking around in an almost zombie like state. He had made her too much to him, and once she showed her true self and left him, he was lost, alone. No one seemed genuine to him anymore. He needed something, someone, anything to not feel alone. He was at his breaking point until he heard the most beautiful sound.
The sound of ATs.
Stormriders grinding the walls , jumping over him, grinding rails, soaring through the sky. It was...beautiful. Unable to stop himself, he followed them to a small metal park like area. And sitting down on the ground with tools all around her, he saw a tuner. He watched as her fingers works on one of the others Ats. She had a serene look to her. She was singing a small tune. He didn't even noticed that he had approached the group, the riders looking at him oddly. Questions of ' What are you looking at?' ' What do you want?' Need something?' 'Go away.'. But he didn't say anything to them. He only asked her a question.
" What are you doing?"
She answers.
"Listening."
She then simply provided him an extra set of her tools to him, shoving them to his chest with a smile and pushing him away. Stubbling slightly he walked away in a state of all, opening the small bag with the tools. Looking at them. And from that day, he never stopped using them.
It was a dark night , a few minutes to midnight, New Years, Aito was walking down an almost barren street. He was nervous about being alone,but the loud noises of the pub across the street sedated the fear mostly. Leaning against the corner of the building his eyes, look into the pub, the cheers of the countdown ringing down the street.
" 10!" Laughter.
"9!!" A sound of something metal hitting the ground around the corner he was leaning on, props his attention.
"8!!" Leaning his head over his shoulder he looked into the dark allyway.
"7!!"The dim light flickers against chocolate skin.
"6!!!" Blinking twice, Aito looks at the person sitting on the ground.
"5!!" A trail of scarlet blood drips into a small river in the dirt from the person's wrist.
" 4!!!!" Leaning down to be on level with this person, Aito looks at their eyes.
"3!!" The same lonely , lost feeling as the man in the wreckage all those years ago. But yet, his mouth doesn't call a name even though he breathes.
"2!!" Placing a hand onto the teenager's wrist, he holds it tightly.
"1!!!!!! Happy New Year!!!" As the person looks up at him, Aito smiled.
"Don't worry, you're not alone." He whispers.
At 12:00 am January 1st, Aito Egao and Kuroda Shigure turned 12 and 16.
Extra
-Left handed
-Family owns a kimono tailor shop
-Has two dogs, a pomerian and a pitbull that are the best of friends
Role Play Sample
( Rp sample from Naruto: War of the Bijuu. I am Touketsu. )
--Akashio sees that once again Touketsu destroys a perfectly innocent statue however, this time it is a copy of Touketsu himself that is shattered into pieces. "Ohhh, too mean!" He grins .
-Touketsu eyes widen slightly as his foot completely destroys the statue of himself. As his kick lands, he stumbles a bit foward, holding his mouth with his hands, as if he was trying to hold in a scream. His eyes wildly blurs the past and the present as he stumbles towards the pieces. He seemed incredibly shaken and unable to do much at the moment.
Akashio tilts his head slightly as he sees Touketsu destroy the other statue, and the reaction it has on his team mate. "You okay, Touketsu-chan, mmm? **
Touketsu 's shoulders tighten slightly his back to Akashio. Unknown to Akashio, Touketsu's fingers frantically twist into hand signs, water bubbling around him as Akashio seen before. And as Touketsu completes the second set of hand signs the air around him becomes piecingly cold, the water twisting into ice. "Koori" Was the only word that escaped Touketsu's lips as the air around him turns into a deathly burst of wind, rushing towards AKashio. ( Water Creation, Violent Wind Thrust ( ice )) **
Akashio blinks in surprise as another one of the Hyouton come towards him. Yet again he forms those same handseals as the piercing wind comes his way (Kawarimi) **
Akashio is looking decidedly roughed up after that last attack and comments, "What the hell, you said no more ice!" **
Touketsu doesn't move from his spot, his body shaking slightly. **
Touketsu 's upper body turns just a bit before his legs move, facing AKashio. His eyes looked at Akashio, but then not at the same time. They move and glanced in different directions as if he was watching something else. His hands shake as they twist into more hand signs. It was like someone was moving his fingers for him, for they seemed much more aggressive then before. His bare feet hit the ground harshly as he finishes the signs, nearing Akashio. Swirling water gathers around his leg, then his figure form even more hand signs, more water collecting around his left leg. As he twists his body, balancing on his right leg, he hooks his left at Akashio. The water surrounding his leg turning into ice. ( Water creation,Tail of the Leviathan (ice)) **
Akashio: "Touketsu-ahhh!" His attempts to speak to his friend further failing as another attack is incoming. Yet again he forms handseals (Kawarimi no Jutsu)
Akashio swallows hard as he is unable to prevent the incoming blow and closes his eyes, almost fatalistically. As it connects, the sounds of cracking are heard and Akashio is knocked several feet backwards, where he lies struggling to breathe, blood flowing from his mouth and nose as a response to the internal damage of the powerful ninjutsu **
-Touketsu only stands still for a long few moments, breathing steadily, in breaths not his. His catlike eyes that were filled with malice and the past blink slowly. Once his eye lids slide open, Touketsu's whole body returns to his normal posture, then one of a monster before. He blinks twice as if confused. " ...Aka?" He whispers as he doesn't see Akashio eyes level with him. What happened? Where is he? Soon his eyes fall on the form crumbled in the snow. A flash of Akashio on the ground bleeding to death goes across his eyes. With his legs wobbliy and hands severely shaking he stumbles over to Akashio. " ...A-Aka?" He whispers falling to his knees by Akashio's side. As he sees the blood, his eyes widen and he starts to panic, putting a hand on the swordsman's shoulder. "...A-Aka! Please answer me!!" He calls out desperately, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. First Ishika then....But not like this..." Aka!!" **
Akashio moves his lips, his eyes rolling sidewards to look up at Touketsu. Evidently he is having extreme difficulty breathing, as occasionally he takes a gasp that causes his entire body to tremble by way of response. Akashio's fingers flex weakly as snow begins to fall from the sky upon the scene **
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Touketsu: Tears begin to fall down his cheeks, the droplets crystalizing into ice landing in Akashio's jacket. " I-I'm sorry! Aka! Please! I'm sorry!" He sobs his fingers fumbling with Akashio. He knew some basic first aid, but not much he could do for his dear team mate." Aka...I'm sorry! But-But...I ...I don't want to leave you here-and-and I know-" He hickups inbetween a sob."I need to take you to...the hospital....Aka..I'm sorry...so sorry..."
Creator Notes: Apparently I don't know how to work colors and things well late at night. And my noob ness is not helping either. XD I'll fix the fanciness another time. Please tell what you think! Oh and...I'm pretty slow with things but once I learn them...I learn them. Please bare with me!
Username: ---Reyou
GENERAL
Name: Aito Egao (first Last )
Gender:Male
Age: 14
School:Higashi Junior High
School Clubs:
*Cooking
*Gardening
*Sculpture
Skill Stats:
Vitality: 10
Dexterity: 11
Hearing:12
Intelligence: 7
Total SP: 40.
Status:F Class
Tuning Information:
Aito uses extremely small metal tools attached to his fingertips. Each finger assigned to a different tool, each also assigned to specific tasks. He also has other tools not attached to his fingers inside a purple bento box. He always carries his tools with him, inside of his shoulder bag, a purple bag with a blue heart stitched into the strap, instead of his homework. The tools mean a lot to him, for what reason not really known, but they are well taken cared of, metal often bright and clean.
When Aito begins to tune he closes his eyes , taking in the sounds around him. Even if the world around him is incredibly noisy, he'll find the music of the AT he's using. Once he gains his focus, he'll open his eyes and start to work. His fingers move lightly, swiftly, and even gently. It would look more like he's playing an instrument then tuning. He tends to lose himself while tuning not really responding to the area around him when doing so. Only until after he's done will he be back in reality.
LOOKS
http://s560.photobucket.com/albums/ss41/freakingrainbow/AitoEgaoInk.jpg
( Drawn by hand and colored with mouse by Reyou )
Eye Colour:Emerald Green
Hair Colour:Brown, in the light strands of red can be seen
Skin Tone: Golden peach color with flecks of freckles across his nose , cheeks and tips of his ears
Height/Weight: --- 5'3 / 93
Blood-type: --- AB
Overall Appearance: ---
Aito is usually stands at an angle towards someone, never fully turned to them. His right hand resting on the purple shoulder bag, fingers feeling the fabric, while his left is idly by his side, fingers often tapping for touching the side of his purple vest-hoodie. On his hands he wears purple fingerless gloves trimmed in white, a cut out cross on the back of each hands, you can often see small little nicks and cuts from when he was taking care of his garden early in the day. His shoulders are relaxed, the dark blue handkerchief tied around his neck loosely, in case he needs to wipe his hands on something, as the grease stands on the fabric suggests. His undershirt is a slightly eye hurting checkering effect, the sleeves white until the rolled up checkered cuffs. His head is usually always tilted in some direction, and always moving as he talks, the brown-red wavy hair swaying around his emerald green eyes, small purple, white and dark blue beads clicking against each other. The beads were attached to seemingly random strands of hair , but on a closer inspection it was more of a planned chaos. The reason behind them? Well, the make sound of course. In each ear he also has three small bead piercings, all on random parts of his freckled ears. When he moves ,it's almost like a slow flowing stream of water before the glacier crumbles into a torrent; Going from a slow, graceful walk to random bursts of jerked movement, like jumping, going into a run, and/or climbing something. The way he talks can also be described like this. Light, soft and airy to Loud, forced, and energetic.
Personality
Likes:
~Shigure, wants him happy
~enjoys crowds; watching them, listening to them, getting lost in them
~arrogance, snobs, cold people
~movies, games
~ Staring, smiling
Dislikes:
~
~Silence
~ optimist ,
~sunshine butterflies rainbow happy people
~smiles
Hobbies:
~Cooking, often cooks too much for one person
~Gardening, has a small little tomato garden
~listening to pretty much anything
~people watching ( not the creeper/stalking kind, just sitting down and watching people walk by and such )
Fears: ---
~Losing Shigure. Even though he wants Shigure to be happy, he depends on him for his own happiness as well.
~Being lonely. It's his biggest fear. The silence overcoming and consuming him into nothingness. He will break down if ever left alone in silence.
Goals:
~He wants Shigure to be happy, so what ever Shigure wants, he'll help get there. He wants to be by his side.
Overall Personality: ---
Aito comes off as a happy soul, a bit dim, but happy as he's almost always seen with a small smile on his face. He's playful, friendly, eccentric, and a caring person. He's often seen walking while humming or whistling, laughing with Shigure ( or at him ), making dim-witted jokes, poking fun on others, hopping around on things. He's not the brightest around, and he knows that, often poking fun at himself. He can be a bit lazy, often sitting in odd positions or on strand surfaces most don't sit on ( trash cans, metal mail boxes, soda machines, ect,ect), or perhaps walking up to a stranger and asking them to dance , or what not. He can be pretty unpredictable.
Though he seems that way most of the time, he can find himself lost in his own thoughts, his eyes will stare off , movements become slower. When he gets into these moments it's usually triggered by something around him. A topic or even a word that strikes at him, will take his mind into the deep dark thoughts that plague the pessimist pushed deep into his heart. Another reason why he advoids silence and being alone is that his mind will wonder towards these dark tendencies.
History
Birthplace: Osaka ( Moved to Tokyo right before his 12th birthday )
Birthdate: January 1st
Birthtime: 12:00 am
Parents: --- Father: Amaki Egao, Mother: Kirara Egao
Siblings: --- open for some? XD
Overall History:
Ever since he was a toddler, Aito was described as clingy. He never wanted to be apart from the nearest family member. And as he became a child, it became worse. He loves school, even though he often fails at it, he enjoyed the crowd. Even when he was being picked on by bullies, at least he wasn't alone. Even with a busted lip and bruises, someone was always there. Never wanting to be away from any kind of contact. But why this feeling of being around others? He feared being alone. Being alone meant being in silence. And being in silence meant remembering. The day before his first day of school, his small hand slipped from his mother's and he was lost into the vast crowds of people. Not that the small child mind. No, what scared him was the fact that at the edge of the crowd, there was this silence. Everyone just became silent. Why? Pushing himself forward to the only sound, his eyes land on a vast wreckage. And one person lying within it. Dead. Blood was everywhere, splattered onto the rock and metal, arms broken in places that made his skin look like a puzzle. But it wasn't that that terrified him, it was the fact...that he died alone. Inside the enclosed rock and debris. No body had looked for him, or heard his screams. Just died in silence. The eyes that were empty and the mouth that was halfway open as if trying to call out once more, taunts Aito's mind. His nightmares, HE is the one in that wreckage.
Even though it wouldn't seem very impacting to others, Aito's fragile mind was easily consumed by it. He realized his worse fears.
Aito is a friendly person, but he often came off as obnoxious, annoying his friends until they suddenly didn't want to play with him anymore. Fearing that he would be alone , he clinged tightly onto his teacher. She was a kind lady, understanding why the ten year old was so frightened. So she taught him that even if they're no people around him, he could talk to plants. His love of gardening took root here, but the impending dooming feeling of loneliness will still haunt him whenever the teacher would stray to fair, death right behind. She would laugh and they would spend a lot of time together. Too much time to most people. As rumors would start about an unhealthy relationship between an eleven year old and the teacher. She was kind to him, affectionate. Where the rumors true? Quite. Aito was in love with her. She had become his everything. But the next day he went to school, she wasn't there.
She had quit. Leaving a note to Aito.
'It was fun while it lasted~'
A sudden urge of abandonment stuck him and at that moment, and preceded into a nervous break down. His mind crumbled around him like shattering glass, Shouting inchorhently, gripping his own arms until they bled through his clothes. He had to be dragged to the nurses office and sedated. Once awaken, he didn't seem himself anymore. Walking around in an almost zombie like state. He had made her too much to him, and once she showed her true self and left him, he was lost, alone. No one seemed genuine to him anymore. He needed something, someone, anything to not feel alone. He was at his breaking point until he heard the most beautiful sound.
The sound of ATs.
Stormriders grinding the walls , jumping over him, grinding rails, soaring through the sky. It was...beautiful. Unable to stop himself, he followed them to a small metal park like area. And sitting down on the ground with tools all around her, he saw a tuner. He watched as her fingers works on one of the others Ats. She had a serene look to her. She was singing a small tune. He didn't even noticed that he had approached the group, the riders looking at him oddly. Questions of ' What are you looking at?' ' What do you want?' Need something?' 'Go away.'. But he didn't say anything to them. He only asked her a question.
" What are you doing?"
She answers.
"Listening."
She then simply provided him an extra set of her tools to him, shoving them to his chest with a smile and pushing him away. Stubbling slightly he walked away in a state of all, opening the small bag with the tools. Looking at them. And from that day, he never stopped using them.
It was a dark night , a few minutes to midnight, New Years, Aito was walking down an almost barren street. He was nervous about being alone,but the loud noises of the pub across the street sedated the fear mostly. Leaning against the corner of the building his eyes, look into the pub, the cheers of the countdown ringing down the street.
" 10!" Laughter.
"9!!" A sound of something metal hitting the ground around the corner he was leaning on, props his attention.
"8!!" Leaning his head over his shoulder he looked into the dark allyway.
"7!!"The dim light flickers against chocolate skin.
"6!!!" Blinking twice, Aito looks at the person sitting on the ground.
"5!!" A trail of scarlet blood drips into a small river in the dirt from the person's wrist.
" 4!!!!" Leaning down to be on level with this person, Aito looks at their eyes.
"3!!" The same lonely , lost feeling as the man in the wreckage all those years ago. But yet, his mouth doesn't call a name even though he breathes.
"2!!" Placing a hand onto the teenager's wrist, he holds it tightly.
"1!!!!!! Happy New Year!!!" As the person looks up at him, Aito smiled.
"Don't worry, you're not alone." He whispers.
At 12:00 am January 1st, Aito Egao and Kuroda Shigure turned 12 and 16.
Extra
-Left handed
-Family owns a kimono tailor shop
-Has two dogs, a pomerian and a pitbull that are the best of friends
Role Play Sample
( Rp sample from Naruto: War of the Bijuu. I am Touketsu. )
--Akashio sees that once again Touketsu destroys a perfectly innocent statue however, this time it is a copy of Touketsu himself that is shattered into pieces. "Ohhh, too mean!" He grins .
-Touketsu eyes widen slightly as his foot completely destroys the statue of himself. As his kick lands, he stumbles a bit foward, holding his mouth with his hands, as if he was trying to hold in a scream. His eyes wildly blurs the past and the present as he stumbles towards the pieces. He seemed incredibly shaken and unable to do much at the moment.
Akashio tilts his head slightly as he sees Touketsu destroy the other statue, and the reaction it has on his team mate. "You okay, Touketsu-chan, mmm? **
Touketsu 's shoulders tighten slightly his back to Akashio. Unknown to Akashio, Touketsu's fingers frantically twist into hand signs, water bubbling around him as Akashio seen before. And as Touketsu completes the second set of hand signs the air around him becomes piecingly cold, the water twisting into ice. "Koori" Was the only word that escaped Touketsu's lips as the air around him turns into a deathly burst of wind, rushing towards AKashio. ( Water Creation, Violent Wind Thrust ( ice )) **
Akashio blinks in surprise as another one of the Hyouton come towards him. Yet again he forms those same handseals as the piercing wind comes his way (Kawarimi) **
Akashio is looking decidedly roughed up after that last attack and comments, "What the hell, you said no more ice!" **
Touketsu doesn't move from his spot, his body shaking slightly. **
Touketsu 's upper body turns just a bit before his legs move, facing AKashio. His eyes looked at Akashio, but then not at the same time. They move and glanced in different directions as if he was watching something else. His hands shake as they twist into more hand signs. It was like someone was moving his fingers for him, for they seemed much more aggressive then before. His bare feet hit the ground harshly as he finishes the signs, nearing Akashio. Swirling water gathers around his leg, then his figure form even more hand signs, more water collecting around his left leg. As he twists his body, balancing on his right leg, he hooks his left at Akashio. The water surrounding his leg turning into ice. ( Water creation,Tail of the Leviathan (ice)) **
Akashio: "Touketsu-ahhh!" His attempts to speak to his friend further failing as another attack is incoming. Yet again he forms handseals (Kawarimi no Jutsu)
Akashio swallows hard as he is unable to prevent the incoming blow and closes his eyes, almost fatalistically. As it connects, the sounds of cracking are heard and Akashio is knocked several feet backwards, where he lies struggling to breathe, blood flowing from his mouth and nose as a response to the internal damage of the powerful ninjutsu **
-Touketsu only stands still for a long few moments, breathing steadily, in breaths not his. His catlike eyes that were filled with malice and the past blink slowly. Once his eye lids slide open, Touketsu's whole body returns to his normal posture, then one of a monster before. He blinks twice as if confused. " ...Aka?" He whispers as he doesn't see Akashio eyes level with him. What happened? Where is he? Soon his eyes fall on the form crumbled in the snow. A flash of Akashio on the ground bleeding to death goes across his eyes. With his legs wobbliy and hands severely shaking he stumbles over to Akashio. " ...A-Aka?" He whispers falling to his knees by Akashio's side. As he sees the blood, his eyes widen and he starts to panic, putting a hand on the swordsman's shoulder. "...A-Aka! Please answer me!!" He calls out desperately, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. First Ishika then....But not like this..." Aka!!" **
Akashio moves his lips, his eyes rolling sidewards to look up at Touketsu. Evidently he is having extreme difficulty breathing, as occasionally he takes a gasp that causes his entire body to tremble by way of response. Akashio's fingers flex weakly as snow begins to fall from the sky upon the scene **
(
Touketsu: Tears begin to fall down his cheeks, the droplets crystalizing into ice landing in Akashio's jacket. " I-I'm sorry! Aka! Please! I'm sorry!" He sobs his fingers fumbling with Akashio. He knew some basic first aid, but not much he could do for his dear team mate." Aka...I'm sorry! But-But...I ...I don't want to leave you here-and-and I know-" He hickups inbetween a sob."I need to take you to...the hospital....Aka..I'm sorry...so sorry..."
Creator Notes: Apparently I don't know how to work colors and things well late at night. And my noob ness is not helping either. XD I'll fix the fanciness another time. Please tell what you think! Oh and...I'm pretty slow with things but once I learn them...I learn them. Please bare with me!