Inferno [Akkii]

[Dante]

Go ahead; Try to see through Me

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It was only with the click of the door did he know that they were gone. Yuki, Kyo, Shigure, and of course, Tohru. In truth, he was suprised they had left him here alone; it had happened only once before when he had just found out about this place after escaping....something.
Don't think about that now. Another trip to the doctors' wouldn't be too pleasureable.
It was never the new past that bothered him; it was the past before he had come here to the Sohma house that burned him. Maybe that was why, when everyone was asking him about that past, he had tried to burn it down when left alone. That was why he had been moved here; Akito had not been happy with him, not that anyone really had been. Something about the flames though, as they reached upward, edges curling and dancing, had called to him, and it hadn't taken much to set off his temper, causing him to react. But that had been a while ago, when he had only been sixteen.

Maybe they trust me more now that I'm the big eighteen.
A small, wry, smile flickered to life for a moment, before Dante abruptly turned and went off toward his room. There was nothing for him here; nothing but memories that would eventually lead him back down that dark road to produce just another attack. And without someone else around; well, it could well be fatal. The last one had been bad enough, and that was right after the fire, he could remember all those details, right until he had passed out from the sheer agony. It had felt as though his very mind was being burned, just had the building before him. Red and black had exploded across his vision, and he remembered sinking to his knees. After that, everything was black. The last thing he remembered from that night was waking up here, with different faces peering down at him. Faces he knew the names of, but had never really seen too often before.

They had sent him here as a punishment; at least, thats what the hushed voices had said. They had foolishly thought him to be asleep. Little did they know this was exactly what he had needed, in a way. Away from the people, even the others whom shared the curse, and everything had calmed down. He was the outsider then, and still felt as though he was one now, but there weren't questions he literally couldn't answer anymore. And aside from brief spurts, his pyromanic had settled down as well. His fire was smaller, more contained, but just as amazing as the first time he had ever seen it.
Stop. Before you get hurt.
Although the memories were recent; all memories were a cause of worry for him. Brushing his black hair, which was streaked with red at the moment, out of his eyes, it was all he could do not to think of anything else. Blanking out the mind was difficult without anything to distract himself with. No music or art, he needed something.

Now. Eyes flashing, Dante managed to reach his room, and almost without thinking, picked up the sketch book and a pencil. Stretching out on the bed, it was almost as if everything had been fixed then. Humming ever so slightly, he flipped to his current drawing; a gift for them all for their hospitality. It was complex, the most he had ever drawn in one frame before, and yet, fitting. It started off with Tohru in the center, Yuki to her right side, and Kyo to her left. However, it wasn't just that. On Yuki's shoulder sat a silver rat, its eyes seemingly intelligent, staring forward, almost as though it was posing as well. On Kyo's shoulder though, there was an orange cat, eyes narrowed, tail in looking as though it was flicking, glaring at the rat, its intentions obvious. Sitting in front of the three was Shigure, looking more then a little amused, and beside him, a large black dog, tongue lolling out, head turned to the side slightly, a playful expression on its features, a faint wag in its tail. Adding the last shadow, Dante leaned back to surrvery his work, and liked what he saw.

Carefully extracting it, he did a quick signing, and then put it in the living room, where it would be noticed. Everyone looked their best there; its intentions were obviously one of a portrait as well as a gift. It had taken him several days to do; and one would notice, anyone at least who knew that Dante lived here, that he was not in the picture. Maybe the closest thing there was would be what appeared to be a hazy outline of another feline; one that had been erased, something that didn't have any color really, and wasn't seen thanks to the bright colors he had used to paint the others; reflecting who they really were. And a little extra, but no one who didn't lived here and wasn't cursed would get it. Not that anyone really came around here anyway, not many even knew about this place; something that he was grateful for. Popularity was over-rated, but also something that Yuki had in buckets.

It was then he remembered why he hadn't gone, as a peal of thunder rang out, a dry warning. Making a low sound that could have either been a growl or a sigh, Dante turned and headed back to his room, but instead of going back to the sketchbook, he looked out of his window. Dark thunderclouds, ominious and foreboding, had blocked out any of the light, which was the reason there was no reason for his usual sunglasses when he looked out. There was no doubt about it; there would be a storm soon, and with a storm, came rain.
Water.
Grimancing, and with a single quick pull, Dante flicked his curtains over the window. Water did not go well with fire; and it didn't work with him either. For more reasons then one. Absently fingering one of his earings, Dante reached back over for the sketchbook.

Sketching, drawing, it was a hobby to him, something he had long ago excelled at. He didn't think when he decided to draw, it just happened. There were no shapes to define anything, at least, not in his mind. Only what he saw did he draw, focusing on anything would mean disaster. Pulling on hsi headphones, mind growing blank, and feeling himself relaxing, Dante's red eyes seemed to loose their usually intense focus, and for a time, there was peace in the house. What he was drawing wasn't seen but felt, for better or worse.

Do it if you Dare...

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[X]

He was a ways away from the house. Hatsuharu stared up at the rumbling, gray sky with eyes of the same color. He was heading over to 'Sensei's' house to see Yuki and the rest of them. Maybe he'd even talk with Dante a little.

Heh. Kyo and Dante will both be awfully sluggish in this weather, he thought, smirking to himself. "But then," he added, out loud. "I can't fight Kyo. This sucks."

As he meandered through the forest in which the house was located, unsure of which path was correct, he kicked up leaves, watching them to fly upward, then drift to the ground.

Rain started falling five minutes before Hatsuharu found the house. The droplets were coming down gently right now, but slowly growing harder and faster. He estimated it would be a long storm, and the rain would end up falling hard. When he reached the house, he entered and slipped off his shoes.

He looked around. It was fairly quiet. He left the entryway and found the living room. Nobody was in there. Not even sensei. After scanning the area, he noticed the portrait. He strode over to it, smirking when he saw the Zodiac animals. He read the signature. Dante had drawn this. He looked around. Was anybody even here? Well, obviously there was nobody downstairs. He shrugged and slowly walked over to the stairs, going up. He peered in each room that had an open door. And every closed door. Except for Tohru's. For all he knew, she could be changing. Finally, he reached the room at the end of the hall. Dante's room. Slowly, he turned the knob and opened the door. He glanced in and immediately noticed Dante, drawing another picture.

"Hey," he said to the older boy.

[Dante]

The rain had started; just as he knew it would, eventually. Looking up from his drawing, a small frown flickered to life as the dark clouds boomed, rain pelting his window. Water was one of the things he hated the most; and it wasn't even because of his spirit. Water put out fire, and fire was not something you messed with around him. Running an absent hand through his hair, having pulled off the headphones, Dante suddenly froze as the sound of a closing door clicked into place. There weren't many that knew about this place, but people in general avoided him; as he avoided them. It could be intresting though... to see who had ventured into the Sensi's house, even when it was evident they were not home. It would probably just be someone who was of the Zodiac. Nobody else would know about this place, would they?

Or maybe I'm just overthinking everything.
Shaking his head, eyes flashing for a moment in amusment, Dante turned back to what he was drawing, and only shook his head once more. It seemed the wet weather really did bring out the pyro in him, for on his sketchbook was a simple building with no clear definition, yet. However, when looking upwards, one saw that the top was engulfed with flames, window shards flying, smoke curling up to the sky, and a sunset that was obviously going to be bloody. For most, it would have been a warning sign, but it had been long ago that Dante had accepted his addiction to the flames. In fact, he had accepted it so fully that when he saw what he had been absently sketching, he just laughed, a soft, quiet sound that didn't seem to get very far. Suddenly though, as the stairs creaked, and doors were open, he knew that in fact, he had not been hearing things, but there was indeed someone in the house. Frowning ever so slightly, in an almost casual manner, Dante reached down to grab something from under his bed. Pulling his hand up, Dante picked up what appeared to be nothing more then a small lighter, but there was a few...homemade...alterations that made it more then a touch illegal. It was only to be used for defense though, if needed. Raising his red eyes to the door, he slipped the lighter up his sleeve.

Seeing as it was only Haru though, Dante relaxed slightly, sitting up from his previous lounging position, his vivid red eyes focused in a casual manner on the stormy eyes of Haru. One of the few he had seen around before, but not one he really knew, Dante nodded his head slightly as the other boy entered.
"Hey."
Flipping closed his sketch book, Dante turned so he was fully facing Haru, eyes unreadable, but not hostile. That was a big mistake several made about him; due to the way he was generally, everyone thought Dante to be mean and cold, emo and a cutter, and the last thing was something he would never be. Why one would want to do that to themselves was lost to him, and the only reason he could come up with was one too stupid for words.
"Deciding to brave the rain, everyone else went down to the park."
Speaking with his usual softer tones, but some that also were edged with strength in more then one way, Dante could only offer a shrug; he wasn't going to state the obvious in saying that they weren't here, Haru had already figured that out by the fact there had been no greeting when he had arrived. Conversation though, had never really been a strong point for him though, and within moments, he simply shrugged again, and gestured toward one of the chairs, indicating that he could stick around if he wanted. Flipping back open his sketch book, and grabbing the oils, Dante moved to his desk, carefully outlining everything. The building had turned out to be what he thought it would be; the main house. Great flames, their hues ranging from red to even blue at the center of some, seemed to caress the sky, which was filled with blood reds and lighter versions of red. It was a good bit of work, and one could only wonder though, what had possessed him that day, to do as he had done.

There was a way to get Dante to open up though, and that was usually to ask about his drawings. It was the one thing he would easily talk about, and looking at all the ones around his room, and the digitals on the computer, although none of which had him in it, there was nothing that didn't catch one's eye. Being the person who he was, Dante would not pry into the thoughts of Haru.

[Master Breeze Chan]

((Mind if I post?))

[Dante]

[Not at all.]

[Master Breeze Chan]

She hated these days. It was the type when you felt like the very cells of your brain were turning against you. Instead of helping, they were attacking and destroying. She was slowly being depleted. Tama told herself that she should go to Akito. Akito would put her back together, but something in her told her that she would be a fool to think that having her mind sewn up would be a day at the beach. Oh the beach! We never did reach that, did we, Mum? Pa? The thought hit her with a wave of sadness to follow. No, healing was never painless. Akito certainly was not painless. She began walking.

On her way her brain got to thinking. Tama kept wondering what went wrong today, as she so often did when she crashed like this. It was only a godsend that there was no school that day. She attended a private, all girl's school, seeing that she was a zodiac, but it was still tough. She knew that everyone else knew that she was unstable, but she didn't want them knowing that she was getting worse. If that happened she might end up home-schooled and confined to only certain spaces of the Main House. No, that couldn't happen.

Tama knew that they wouldn't come looking for her for quite awhile. The rule for her was that she had to be given permission to go out if it wasn't school. She couldn't be trusted. If there was one person in the world that could hurt her more than Akito could, it was herself. Sometimes she felt like she could go there; death could be a sweet thought. But they knew she never would; for each engulfing feeling of sorrow was immediately overpowered by bitter hatred and rage. She had to keep herself in check. She didn't want to lose control. Tama took out a lighter and a cigarette. Light. Inhale. Exhale. Everything will be fine.

It was a good thing that she had prepared for the weather. The girl, who was of medium height, wore a spotless white raincoat. The zipper and draw strings were bright red. Her head band was too, which was holding back wet, dirty blond hair, cut right below the ears. Her muddy, crimson rain boots splashed through a puddle. Icy blue eyes glanced up. Where had her uncertain path led her? Shigure's house? Why did I think of that? The rain was beginning to pound harder. She cursed and made a dash for the door.

The front porch was surprisingly neat; or maybe there was just nothing there. She slid off her boots and stuffed soaked socks inside. She sighed as she wriggled her toes and put the cigarette out on a wet porch beam. It sputtered a little before the red hot center faded out. She tossed it down and opened the door quietly. Her feet gripped the floor lightly and she made her way through the house like a ghost. Upon entry she noticed the picture that Dante had recently put up. That's right. Kyo and Yuki live here also. And that other girl. Tohru? I thought there was someone else, too, but he's not in the picture. Maybe I'm wrong. The place was silent and dead. Tama was about to sit down on one of the chairs and maybe fall asleep, but she heard a voice up the stairs. She held her breath and gracefully climbed up to the second floor.

She spirited down the hall, barely prodding the floorboards. She really was quite light. She appeared in the doorway, but was so quiet that you'd have to have just glanced there to actually notice her. Drip, drip...drip, drip. That's when she realized that she had never taken her raincoat off. She pulled down her hood and shook out her short hair, letting the water spray off against the door frame. "Sorry...I forgot about the raincoat..." she trailed off awkwardly, glaring down at her feet.

[X]

((I feel left out. I shall start posting in tiny text too. xDDDDD))

Hatsuharu had watched Dante drawing a little bit from the door. Of course, he couldn't make out what the older boy had been sketching from that angle. Upon being invited to sit, he'd stepped in without hesitation, taking leisurely strides until he reached the chair beside Dante and sat down. He looked at the picture a little curiously, making out the Main House 'Inside'. He'd heard rumors. Some said he'd tried to start a fire. Others said he simply accidentally dropped a lighter. Either way, Akito still hadn't had the small scorch marks and burns along the walls repaired.

The cow was about to ask about the image when Tama came in.

"Hey," Haru said monotonously, watching the girl in the doorway for a moment. He got out of the chair, so she could sit in it. He motioned to the seat before going on the other side of Dante and simply getting on his knees, resting his head and arms on the desk, watching Dante continue the drawing. It was incredibly realistic. The flames looked real, and Hatsuharu half expected them to jump up and devour the page.

"So," Hatsuharu said suddenly to Dante. "You hate the place that much, do you?" As he said this, his voice kept the same monotone as before, but somehow you could tell he was joking. Especially if you looked into his stormy gray eyes. They had a sort of twinkle of amusement within the calm. Some might find it hard to believe that this boy was only fifteen.


((Blehhhh...))

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[Dante]

Drip. Drip.
If it hadn't been for that soft sound as water dripped onto the plush carpet in the hallway, Dante doubted he would have noticed the girl standing the the doorway; a fact that suprised him ever so slightly. There were very few who had the ability to sneak up on him, and yet, she had entered without really making a sound. Interesting. Looking up from his sketchbook, Dante's red gaze flickered up to meet the blue of the girls for a moment, before shrugging slightly.
"Its fine. Feel free to hang it up somewhere if you want."
Dropping her gaze, Dante returned to his drawing, carefully adding in the small details, before finishing it, and pushing it forward. It was rude to draw when he had a lot of company. Sadly, even if it was only two, this was a lot to Dante. He usually spent his time alone, not that it had ever bothered him. It was easier being alone, you couldn't get hurt if you didn't get close to anyone. Something that had happened once, the faint buzzing in the back of his head agreed to that, but once more, was something that he just couldn't recall.

One day those blocks will break, but what will happen to me?
Depending upon his mood, there had been multiple outcomes as to what would happen. But they all pretty much ended in him being destroyed. And all usually involved blood and fire, but that wasn't a picture for the present. Maybe it really wasn't healthy, thinking of one's own demise. But at least it would be interesting. Going out in a flare was something that he honestly would not mind, for at least he would not be forgotten. At least, not for a while. And besides; there were worse things then being swallowed by the flames; at least he would be where he belonged. Those thoughts didn't do much to comfort Dante though, even if it was his own fault that he had brought them back to the surface. Who would choose death over life? Giving himself what could only be called a mental shake, Dante turned so he was facing both Haru and the girl. Manners had been born into him, and it was hard to ignore them.
"I don't believe any of us have been introduced to each other."
Red gaze flickering to meet the stormy grey and blue gaze, he held their eyes for a moment, before going on.
"I'm Dante."

Turning so his focus was on Haru as he spoke, a rare smile flickered across Dante's face as he shook his head in an almost amused fashion.
"Actually, yes. I just didn't get along well there. Too many rules, and with Akito always watching, it wasn't a fun place to be. I wanted out; and here I am."
A small bit of humor had krept into Dante's tone, and shaking his head, he turned to look at both of them.
"How is it that you can stand living there, with so many others around?"
School was bad enough; being enclosed didn't usually bother him, but being enclosed by people was another thing, something totally different. Even being around too many other Sohmas with the curse bothered him after a while, and most of the time, they were content to let him have his space. Well, actually, at the main house, it was more like they avoided him, almost as though it was in fear. Something that never failed to lighten his mood, when they went out of their way to avoid him.

Maybe though he was just different; for there were very, very few who got booted out of the main house. The only ones he could remember were the ones living here, and they had arrived for their own different reasons. A special case perhaps. Who really cared; living for the present was all that mattered. Dante was eighteen, and finishing his last year in high school. That was enough for him to think about, he didn't need to worry about petty things such as his demise, and if he was a special case or not. He needed to worry about getting his math grade up.

Algebra. How he hated it.

[Master Breeze Chan]

Tama nodded to both Haru and Dante. She unzipped her raincoat and shrugged it off. She thought she had seen a bathroom down the hall. She made her way over to it, disappearing for but a moment, to sling it over the shower rail. She came back, taking slow steps, feeling a little dizzy and disheartened from the rain. It always managed to set a heavy heart. She walked back into the room and took a seat on the chair. She was wearing a bright red skirt that flared out a little going with a tight yellow shirt, with black, swirling flame looking markings. Her hair, now drying, was beginning to frizz so she took out her headband and brushed a few fingers through the light colored hair. Her bangs fell over her eyes for but a second, almost revealing something darker about her, but it was only for a second and the red band was back in place almost immediately.

"Hello Dante. Haru. I'm Tama if you don't know me. You probably don't." She said in a voice that was a little airy and drifting. At first glance, a person might think she was a ditz of some sort. There was no will obvious in her expression. It was as if she had no opinions or judgment. One might think her weak hearted, in fact, but it was just that she wanted to escape it all and the only ways he knew how to do that was by fading into the background. Of course, when she lost her head she wasn't like this.

She leaned over and glanced at the sketch that Dante was working on. Her breath was taken away. She had never seen anyone draw quite like it. It was so realistic. She could almost believe that it was truly real and happening. This must have been the one Akito had talked about; the one who set the Main House on fire. She realized with a start that he must have also drawn the one downstairs, too. She looked up from the picture to take a good look at him, absorb his presence in a way. "That really is amazing."

At his next comment the power of the picture deflated within her. If she could live away from the main house she would. She would be rid of Akito's strict regimes and away from all the pills that made her feel like she had no personality or spirit within her; away from the memories. She took a quavering breath. She wondered how she'd gotten so far from her original state. I hadn't been happy, but it was better. Then the memory threatened to crash into her like freight train. She tried to control her mind. Her fists tightened and she looked quickly toward the window, even though the curtains were drawn. I didn't kill them. Did I? I'm the cause of my own destruction. She should've taken her meds today.

"I don't have any choice. I'm not allowed to leave the Main House unless I have permission. I doubt Akito would actually let me live somewhere else. Mind if I take a smoke?" She asked hesitantly, pulling out a lighter and cigarette package out with trembling hands. If this was what she was like at fourteen she wondered how she'd ever make it another four years. As if the beginning of High School wasn't bad enough.

[X]

The white-and-black-haired boy had been quietly drumming his red-gloved fingers on the table out of habit as Dante spoke and introduced himself. Hatsuharu smiled a little at the politeness in his voice.
"Hatsuharu," he told them. "But, Dante, you might know that..." After all, he came around here a lot to hang out with Yuki and Honda-san. Fighting Kyo was fun, as well. He gave Tama a little smile of greeting. He really wasn't one for bright expressions. Little smiles, soft eyes, that's what consisted of the soft, light side of him. The darker side was more intense. At the mention of Akito, he almost darkened. He was not aware of some of the things that the head of house had done the Rin, but he knew that Akito was cold and cruel to her and other women. Not to mention Yuki, and several others. For a moment, he frowned. But when Dante asked his question, Hatsuharu was back to being calm. He smiled lightly.
"How do I bear it? Well, I have this place to run away to. And there's always when I lose my way and get lost for several days," he said. His monotone was abandoned as he said this, a little more amusement in his voice.
He looked over at Tama when she said what she did. His eyes were kind and hade a hint of sympathy. He smiled at her, like he'd been doing most of this visit. He wanted to say something reassuring, but for once, the wise Hatsuharu didn't have something profound to tell the girl.
"I don't mind at all. But it's not my room. Dante?"

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[Dante]

"A pleasure Tama."
No, he hadn't known who she was before now, having never really seen her around here, and needless to say, he hadn't made any friends in the main house. He hadn't missed though, what her outfit reminded him of, and he could only give an internal grin. Oh yes, he liked the outfit, but then again, anything even somewhat related to fire was something that he liked, at least, clothing wise. Outside of his usually dark colors, there were brilliant shades of reds, yellows, oranges, and blacks, and when combined, he could just about become a flame himself. Moods like that didn't strike him very often though; most of the shirts like that, the pants were always black, remained in his bottom drawer. He had a lot of various clothing, rather, he called them stages of his life, where you could watch how things had changed. Everything was usually the color of the flames; but it went from bright, to gradually darkened, to his outfits he wore today.
"Also a pleasure to meet you Hatsuharu. I've seen you around here enough to know your name, but formal introductions aren't a bad thing."

One thing that he had learned though, was that it was better to be polite then cold. Akito had proven how cold she had been when he was there, and from the stories he had heard, it was only worse around other females. He hadn't had it too bad, a system of the sorts had been worked out, evolving to where he was only there when it got too dark to see, and basically that included just dinner, and then strait to his room, where he locked his door, making it evident that he wasn't to be bothered unless it was dire. And even then, there was a chance of that being ignored. And as to why it seemed his thoughts kept their circle, going from Tama and Haru to the main house once more was probably due to the fact that they lived there, at least, that was what he told himself. The truth was that whenever he thought of flames, or anything even connected to them, he thought of the main house. There was something about Akito, it made him almost in a way think of himself. But it wasn't possible that they were related, it would be too absurd to be possible. After all, the god being related to a cat? The member of the Zodiac that was despised the most? It would be a cruel twist of fate, and it was that reason alone, that he had never fully been able to get that thought of his head. For, if there was a thing worse then fate, it was bad fate. And if there was anything worse then that...well, he had yet to find it. Fate and karma, two things that were obviously there in the world, and yet, something that so few could really see in actions, and how ones went throughout life. But he was not going to even broach that subject; he wasn't one to even bother asking someone about their thoughts unless the situation was important enough to strip away some of the facade he hid himself under.

"Thanks."
Shrugging slightly, Dante was never sure exactly how to respond when people said they liked his works. He wanted to respond and be polite, but exactly how to respond without sounding self absorbed? He had met too many other artists who were self absorbed, and he hated them for it. He didn't draw for the money, he didn't even sell his work. In fact, often, he gave them away freely, aside from the few that he drew just because he could, like the flames. More often then not, he would draw on commission though, for others. It had been a while since then though, seeing as he had never really been in an art class that he could remember, and none really outside of here knew about his ability.
"The flames are a bit off, see how they curve here? They should slope a bit more, and the tops should be less connected. Mainly its just the back flame though."
Gesturing with his finger, Dante showed them both where he thought things could be improved, but things that only if one was really staring, could one notice. Such small edits, but obviously something that did bother him. Of course, everyone was going to find unfixable flaws in their own work, no matter how much praise came from others.
There is always something wrong.

"Half the time I thought you came here just to fight with Kyo. Just an added bonus for you?"
Grinning a small smile, Dante shook his head, looking over to Tama, surprise glinting in the depths of his red eyes for half a moment before shrugging.
”Maybe I just didn’t fit in as well. Which doesn’t surprise me honestly. There are very few places I seem to fit in.”
The sudden arrival of a lighter though, caught his attention ever so slightly, as part of him yearned to see the flame. He had learned a long time ago how to slap someone with flames, a trait that was dangerous if he got angry, but not one without its uses.
”As long as its filtered, its fine.”
Surprising as it was that she smoked, Dante was not one to judge. After all, he had enough of that as it was, if anything, it had taught him tolerance.

For some things…

[X]

"Definitely not a bad thing," Hatsuharu agreed when Dante said what he did about formal introduction. He would have bowed, but he was kind of kneeling at the desk, so it would be fairly difficult. As Dante explained the flaws of the picture he'd been working on, he just couldn't see them. It looked perfect, really. Really great. Half of him wished that Dante would have succeeded in his task. But then that would have meant several maids and memebers of the Sohma family, both cursed and non-cursed, would become homeless until the house was rebuilt.
And nobody exactly wanted to be stuck in a temporary house with Akito, who would have been most angry about it. The head of house seemed to like the architecture of the centuries-old house, and it would be so different once it was rebuilt. Akito would definitely be unhappy with it.

At Dante's next comment, Hatsuharu laughed once. "Fighting Kyo is fun. But I mainly come over to spend time with Yuki and check on Honda-san. She works so hard, y'know. Almost everybody worries about her, what with her working her part-time job and taking care of you four. Anyway, I like fighting Kyo because he used to criticize my form all the time when I was training for martial arts. I have yet to beat him, but recently he hasn't beat me in any fights, either. I think I need more training," the boy admitted.

"A lot of people would be glad to get kicked out of the Main House. But then again, Sensei's house is getting awfully crowded," Hatsuharu observed. Many wondered why on earth he'd be willing to call a man like Shigure 'sensei'. But he never told anybod why. He'd just say that it was the correct title to use for a novelist and not go any further into the subject. The real reason, though, was because he had wanted to get Yuki out of that hous. Get Yuki away from Akito. He knew that Yuki had been fairly prepared to just die. Hatsuharu wouldn't say that Yuki had ever lived in the Main House. He'd say that Yuki had been suffering in the Main House, and that was certainly not living. And so he'd made a deal with Shigure, promising he'd always call him Sensei if he'd take Yuki in.
And so, to this day, he still calls Shigure sensei.

[Master Breeze Chan]

((Just go on guys. Tama is one of those people that are just there. She'll join in if she feels that she wants to say something. By the way, what type of path is this thread taking?))