Teachings of the Old [Ketsueki]

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The sky was gray and dull just like any other day in the winters of Tokyo, Japan. Although it rained the blood of the heavens down onto the people of Earth it was rather crowded in the streets. Citizens and immigrants from around the world sprawled their mortal paws across the rotting streets of Japan. Their cultures mixed and became one as they spoke of political issues and the mystery case of Kira. Although, like the black sheep of the flock, Syear slithered down the street. His outlooks on Kira were different the the sheepel that listened to the media for all of their information.

Seeking shelter from the rain, Syear strode silently through the Cafe' door triggering its bell alarm. Glancing up to it for a second he continued to the front counter to order a coffee. "Tall Mocha please..." His voice was a near whisper but still was gentle and polite. With a small grin he picked it up and sipped it cautiously. Striding to an empty table he placed his coffee down and sat down on the wooden chair. With a sigh he reached into his baggage and withdrew a laptop. Opening it he began typing rapidly on the keys in response to several emails, videos, and posts on the Kira websites. Sipping the Mocha he looked down at his clothing to make sure there was nothing wrong with his appearance.

He wore a loose white dress shirt labeled with a English brand name on its neck. Syear was dressed in a baggy pair of blue jeans that were rather common in Japan. He also wore a pair of everyday skater shoes. Although he is not use to wearing shoes, he coped with the feeling for the moment. Syear's black hair hung down past his neck with chin line bangs. His soft skin slid gently across the polished elm tables. This boy might be one of the most handsome teenagers in all of Japan.

[Ketsueki]

She walked along the streets, weaving through the dense mass of people waving their umbrellas in the rain. Ket herself walked without any protection from the falling droplets, but did not care in the slightest. Her long red hair was plastered to her body, her boots splashing in the puddles that littered the sidewalk. She wore her usual garb that day. The leggings tucked into her leather boots were a shiny black that day, disappearing beneath a gauzy, green skirt that clung to her upper thighs. Her top of choice today was a white, long sleeved shirt that sported a dark green tribal design on the front, layered beneath a dull leather jacket. Her shirt was slightly soaked through, her black tank top showing through.

Suddenly there was a flash of lightening, and Ket touched a finger to the bar that went through her cheek, just below her eye, twisting it slightly by one of the balls at its end. Her face sported quite a few piercings, including a labret piercing, eyebrow bar, and had both ears pierced several times each. Add to that the studded belt that hung low on her hips and the metal chain that hung around her neck, she could be a walking lightening rod. Chuckling a bit at the thought, she sought brief cover under the awning of her usual café. Despite her tolerance for low temperatures, she couldn’t help but shiver a little. The cold added to the water that had soaked into her clothes was quite a bad combination. Besides, she didn’t want her daggers to rust.

Ket momentarily brushed a hand over the onyx handles, one tucked into her left boot, the other strapped to her right thigh, before flipping her head over to ring the water from her hair. Slipping a duo of lacquered chopsticks from her right boot, Ket quickly bunched the waist-length hair atop he head and secured them in place. Glancing at her reflection in the glass door, she found herself staring face to face with a stoic, her face completely indifferent to what was going on around her. Dark lined eyes held a flicker of calculation, rose colored lips set in a scowl. Ket was always in control of her emotions, and how she appeared to others. With a brief sigh, she entered the café, the bell ringing to indicate her entrance.

Walking up to the counter, Ket pulled a bit of money from the pocket of her jacket. “Hey Aimi.” Her deep tone was immediately recognized by the cheery waitress, who greeted Ket and went off to get her usual drink. Smiling, she accepted the hazelnut coffee, paying and seating herself at an empty table. Sipping her drink, she glanced around the room. It was rather full, but not overly so. She took in the activities of those nearest to her, listening to several conversations. Out of habit, she kept a constant surveillance of the room, always ready should there be trouble.

Taking another sip of the warm liquid, she observed a young man sitting at the table directly in front of her, taping away on his computer. Ket had always wanted a computer, but living on the streets, there are few opportunities to procure one, and to keep it working. Money was extremely scarce… Shaking her head at her thoughts, she continued to observe the male before her as she enjoyed her coffee.

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He continued to click away at the keyboard though he had already noticed the Ket sitting across from him. Without any reason at all he asked her aloud, "Do you believe in Kira's Methods?" Syear rose from his seat and moved to the chair across from her. He could see her whole life in her eyes. She lived on the street as a sad and lonely girl, he views were unique and she felt she could solve any problem you throw at her. With a grin he looked her up and down trying to get a feel of exactly who she was and why she was here. Nothing was revealed to him.

Tossing his angelic hair with one hand he glanced quickly at her with his soulless eyes. Touching the keyboard once again at a rapid pase he found himself arguing with another nonbeliever on his website. The front page was well made with an advanced HTML coding. It was an image of a white heart with demon wings emerging from either side. It read 'Lord Kira has come from the depths of Hell and does not wish to see the world he once knew become like that of the Underworld. If you believe in Kira please enter.' Syear smiled lightly at his work even though Ket was there in front of him.

He would wait for her to make her move and then reach out to her.

[Sorry for the short post. I have lots of work to do.]

[Ketsueki]

[ditto with the short post. I have been extremely sick]
Tipping her chin upwards slightly at the rather random question, Ket regarded this young man with a stronger sense of curiosity. Narrowing her eyes, she wondered just who this guy was. Most would pass it off as a Kira worshipper looking for recognition, but Ket was far too cautious for that. “Perhaps he has seen me about the city, doing what I do… or he maybe really is just that random…” Before she could open her mouth to give any reply, he had moved to sit before her and began typing once more on his laptop. Staring at the back of the computer, she wondered just what it was that he was so fervently typing up, though considering his little outburst about Kira, it probably has something to do with Him. Though whether it be in a negative or positive manner had yet to be determined.

With a single brow raised in waiting, Ket remained silent, wondering what this guy wanted. Perhaps if she answered his question, she would get a bit of a better understanding of this…situation.

“I highly respect Kira, and his methods.” Pausing for a moment, she slipped off her leather jacket. The hope that her clothes would dry soon momentarily passed through her mind before she turned her attention back to the man sitting in front of her. “Shall I take it you are a believer?”