Raiha

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Sayuri had already gotten the message and took off both stilettos and removed her knife. Then she tossed her shoes to a running girl, who took the card with them and dissapeared into a back alley. Then, in halfsoles, she ran down the sidewalk, picking up speed, then saw the car pulling up and the bodyguards coming out. She took a start, did a sashay, then pounced forward on her hands and frontflipped right into one of them. Her momentum carried him right back over the car and onto the hood. She stood on his chest, bending her knees to crack his chestbone. He contorted, spasmed, and died without a sound. Then she turned and threw her knife. It burried itself in the back of another bodyguard's head.[/i] "....ca-ching." [i]She pulled her blade free and charged into the club. Chaos. Terran and Mitsuko were deep in the fray. She ducked into a corner, crouched, and drew her blade out, aiming carefully.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]I'll...pretend Van read my post...... ..... .........but at the same time, just keep going. ~~~~~~~~~ [i]She rushed over to him and turned him over, deactivating the alarm with her left hand. He turned slightly and she ripped open his shirt. His mouth was slack, his pulse was erradiating. She shook her head, feeling his chest. It beat dully, once, twice......then slowed down and came to a stop. Satell stepped back, unbeliving, that he would stop so soon. When they had just met. ....her words fell slowly, like the tears pouring from her hazel eyes.[/i] "...no....not now.....you can't die now...NO!" [i]Her scream shook the ship from center to circumfrence. It also seemed to wake Van from his death like state.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She whipped her head around and looked straight into the eyes of the assassin. He almost dropped his gun from nerveless hands. Her head lowered and she sprang from the dock towards him, her eyes glowing in the darknesss. He tried to run, but he felt as if his legs had melded to the ground. Instead of leaping on him and devouring his gun, she circled around him in a burst of speed and caught him from behind. He screamed aloud in agony as her claws pierced his chest. They ripped downwards, turning his body into ribbons from behind. The gun was dropped and Senrai was flooded with a rain of both gore and guts. Her laughter, the laughter of a wildcat, was uproarious and triumphant. She narrowed her eyes and scanned the area once more. Assassin. Gun. Going to fire. .....gone. ....she snarled with frustration and turned on her other senses. Still nothing. A faint heat signature, but nothing more. With the same speed that had rendered her temporarily invisible, she returned to her original position. She looked at the moon quickly, then looked back at the Ban Pirate, who was going into cardiac arrest. She arched her back and stood again as a humanoid.[/i] "Idiots..."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled to herself. He was definetly something worth thinking about. His sight was a real gift. She had closed off her mind for good reasons. But to open it would kill her.....bring the memories flooding back in. Sayuri looked up from her tea to see the bouncer standing at the door. She looked at him and motioned for him to sit. He complied, kneeling quietly.[/i] "I paid the tab." "Good boy. Anything else?" "He's very good. His file is here." "Thank you Nobu. You may go now." [i]She gifted him with one of her rare sister smiles. The ones reserved for the gentlemen she was training. He bowed to her once more and left. The file on the table was unopened, but she knew it had to be done....however fearful she was. With a slight movement of her thighs, she lostened her pants and then reached down and removed her knife. She opened it and slit the file seal. Then she turned and flicked it back where it came from. She picked up the xeroxed photographs and letters, and then the dossier. With alarming speed, she read the calligraphy and sometimes printing, with alicrity.[/i] "Mmm...fascinating.....drunk, ah yes, my little brothers. .....ah, hmmmm.... ....other sight... well, that explains alot." [i]She closed the file and flicked open the lantern hanging from the wall. It flared brightly and she set the file on fire. She grinned, then set it down on the tatami when it had almost completely gone.[/i] "....that's better." [i]With lazy steps, she walked out of the room and headed back to the club. Her work here was completed.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She raised her chopsticks quietly and ate her meal without taking her eyes off of him. Her control on the chopsticks was so perfect, she didn't even have to look down to know what she was touching. She placed the sea bream in her mouth delicately and chewed with great grace. He mantained partial eye contact, while shovelling down his meal quickly, to avoid the taste of the tempura. She set her bowl down and sipped her tea, then set that down as well, still staring right at him with those unnerving eyes of hers.[/i] "....how do you do it?" "What?" "Mantain eye contact like that?" "I'm a dancer...my body awareness is higher than almost everyone working for my uncle." "And why's that?" "When you do pirrouettes, if you're not sure where your center is, you'll fall and break your leg." [i]He suspected she had some sort of meaning behind this and said nothing more. Instead, he reflected on it, while attempting to continue staring into her eyes. They were changing color again. During dinner they had been a cool hazel. Now they were changing again into a clear honey.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Her eyes opened at six twenty-five, on the dot, and she smiled to herself. It had been quite awhile, and the sex was fantastic...so was the rest that accompanied it. She slid out of bed, loath to wake him up. He didn't wake, and she left her bra on his pillow. Then she slipped back into the remaining clothing and slipped off through the corridors, bare feet making absolutely no noise whatsoever. Van was awake and had been watching the clock to see how trustworthy she really was. If those big eyes meant anything at all. The door slid open on the count of six thirty, and she smiled at him, and walked in briskly.[/i] "You look well." "I feel fine." "Let me take a look at that wound." "What wound?" [i]She unzipped her shirt and spread it to one side. He took a look....and found nothing but a faint scar.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Amazing how you knew about that knife, considering it's inside her *cough*....[b]pussy[/b]. *cough cough* ~~~~~~ [i]She looked up at him, quite calm. Her voice was quiet and cultured, despire the slutty outfit.[/i] "White rice, tempura, sea bream." "Same for me." [i]The waiter bowed and left quietly. Sayuri smiled at him and folded her hands once more. He was giving her another one of his looks. Like an appraisal, without lust involved.[/i] "Tell me Gen.....how easily you detatch yourself from your instincts." ".....it's a gift. How do you masquerade as a whore so easily but maintain the cool demeanour during sex?" "Who told you I did that?" "It's common knowledge." [i]She laughed softly behind her hand, then regained control of the mask.[/i] "I wear what I call the Noh face. ...the equivalent of a poker face. I hide behind i all the time. I can only let myself go when I'm with my employer. ...because he's the only one I can trust in this world." "You still trust him?" "He's my adopted uncle." [i]This piece of news was a bit of a shock, but not after he remembered that she was adopted.....[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Sayuri noticed his discomfort, and his distrust of her right off....it rang clear and loud. Like a klaxon in her senses. She drew him with her to a private room. He exhaled slowly. The butler caught Sayuri's eye and brought back the coat as well. ....she noticed how uncomfortable he looked without it. And amzingly enough, when they were in the room alone, he didn't put on the coat, merely held it over his arm. She raised an eyebrow, but knelt at the low table and folded her hands on the top. He glanced at her, then sat as well.[/i] ".....I don't like crowds myself." ".....the formality crushes." "Yes, but it must be endured to succeed sometimes." "I don't need your kind of success." "It takes all kinds." [i]She gave him an odd look. It might've been anger, might've been amusement. The waiter entered quietly and bowed. Gen looked at the waiter, who was obviously nothing more than a waiter.[/i] "Water please." "Chrysanthemum tea please." [i]After the waiter departed, Sayuri smiled at Gen ever so slightly and brought out a piece of rice paper, covered with calligraphy.[/i] "The details are all there. ....I hope the terms are satisfactory. If they are not...." [i]She shrugged and quietly felt her knife shift in its place.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]"Depends on the girl." [i]Zharra closed one eye, waxed theatrical, then laughed uproariously. Bailey was slightly confused. ....if she had sensed the meaning behind the statement, then perhaps she also knew that her sarcasm had been put on hot and heavy. Then she sobered up and returned to sheer seri"osity." [yes, I invented a new word][/i] "I apologize for the sarcasm Bailey....it's a tie over from early SYF days." "Early?" "....I don't know how much you know of our history...but my cousins, Ananda and Jaudiar were both my adopted mothers." "Ananda...? THE Ananda?" "The one and only. After Jaudiar was murdered, she taught me everything. The sarcasm was a way to see the humor when there wasn't any." ".....oh." "And she taught me that it is best to laugh at death. It's the only way." "To what?" "To retain the self."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She was waiting by the doors, and he was not late. His jacket, she liked it.... it spoke of character, like her own suit. He didn't recognize her right off, but then he took a few steps closer, and did. She smiled at him and held out her hand. He took it and held it briefly.[/i] "Sayuri Okimura....sent to meet you personally....for the first time since our last meeting." [i]He took her hand, oddly disturbed by her in general. The line of her face, the feathering of her hair, he couldn't quite place her nationality. That and he could barely remember her face from their meeting..... .....he sighed and gave up remembering, and greeted her civilly.[/i] "Gen, pleasure to finally meet you." "The feeling is mutual...Gen." [i]She turned and entered the building. He followed, the doors opened for them by what could've been bouncers in butler's clothing. The Akane Ryoutei was luxurious in the extreme, speaking faintly of nouvelle cuisine, but also highly odd in that it was distinctly Oriental. They removed their shoes and the butler/bouncer took Gen's overcoat.[/i] "Ah...I knew there was as handsome man underneath that." [i]She laughed softly and smiled at him.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]"My dear William, they ARE who they say they ARE." "Oh excuse me." "That's better." [i]The two rushed past them, the guards looking pathetic. Sayuri looked down on them, rather annoyed.[/i] "If you have half a grain of sense, you will never stop them from coming up again. .....if you do, I will not see you fired. I will see you disembowled." [i]She let the two in the room quietly and exited, closing the door behind her. She had no interest in hearing what would come. Instead she was busy walking back down the stairs to the Restauraunt where would meet Gen. ......he was interested in her, but only minimally. This piqued her own interest. Someone who wasn't drooling all over her, more of a challenge. Go her.[/i][/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Zharra waited until they were out of visual range/hearing range, then roared with unrestrained laughter. Bailey snorted and choked and gasped for air. Here was an excellent actress, one deserving of a gold medal or two. The tears of rage were an especially nice touch. She put away the vial which was actually filled with eucalyptus oil, and zipped up the last case open from earlier.[/i] "I swear....Liam is going to drop dead one of these days, and it won't be my fault." "Are you sure dear?" "Positive!" [i]Bailey chuckled throatily and smiled again. The two women sat on their cots and waited for something interesting to happen.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled at her employer and slid across the desk on her hands and knees, legs stretched out lazily. But this time, she was operating on pure lust, and not hope of anything much to gain. Her boss was smiling as well, out of partial lust and partial amusement. Sayuri Okimura had always treated him with the cool-eyed demeanour he had not seen enough of in a world of shy and delicate Japanese girls. She was one of the select few half breds that looked decidedly asian, but retained many "American" qualities. Boldness, Independence, Passion, and Pride. The last two were something that quite endeared her to him. He leaned over and was about to kiss her when the clock on the wall chimed 5. He leaned over her body and picked up the phone, hitting the appropriate speed dial button. The conversation ensuing was rattled out in swift Japanese. Sayuri picked up barely enough, as it was spoken in another dialect, and she smiled to herself. Men. He set the phone down and addressed her directly.[/i] "I'm sending him to this restaraunt, meet him there please." [i]She took the card and smiled once more.[/i] "Of course."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]*cough* Somebody find me in the club.... ~~~~~~~~ [i]She smiled and listened to the click of her stiletto heels against the pavement. Her light cream peach suit turned heads, but when she came to the club of the Yakuza, the bouncers nearly killed eachother opening the door for her. She flashed a dazzling smile at both and headed down the stairs to the basement. The dance floor was crowded, the bar was packed, and she weaved her way through the steaming crowds blissfully. Everyone that knew her....nearly everyone there, parted for her and let her make her way to the back room. The next set of guards stared at her, then had a quiet tussle before one of them searched her. She put up with it and surrendered her gun. The knife, they did not find, and she smiled thinly to herself. Nobody ever had....except maybe her employer. He looked up from his files and welcomed her with a slight smile. She smiled back at him and sat down in the offered chair, crossing her legs calmly. She leaned back on her elbows and smiled once more. He asked the question with her eyes, she answere with one of their pre-determined signals. He sat back in his chair and laughed heartily. ...... Somewhere at a shipping station, a package was sent to Taipei, Taiwan. ...... Sayuri Okimura purred.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]"Like...?" [i]She was giving him the cocked eyebrow. Seductively charming, odd though, for her to be giving him the eye when 24 hours ago she had been an inch away from death. He kissed the side of her neck, then looked deep into her eyes and winked at her.[/i] "This?" [i]He slid his hands down her body, feeling the muscles beneath her soft skin ripple slowly under his touch.[/i] "You have the body of a dancer." "It happens." [i]She winked back at him and raised her right leg up, still on her back, until it was past her face and resting on the side of the bed. Perfect splits, without lifting a finger.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue][i]With her teeth, she leaned over and undid his fly, then using her tongue, undid the top button on his dickies. His moan in her ears, was an incredible turn on, but she willed herself to remain calm. He had a gun in the desk, that much she knew, but as for its whereabouts....she wasn't so sure. Her earrings clacked against eachother musically and she slid her naked body up against his. He groaned and rubbed his hands against her ample hips.[/i] "...mmm...enjoying yourself?" [i]Her voice was a seductive purr, and he felt his better judgement slipping away. He didn't trust his voice, so he kissed her instead. She played along, rubbing herself against his *BEEP* and letting him have his fun. Several hours later, the both of them lying on the table top, she looked at her watch and sighed.[/i] "Time's up." "Always a pleasure." "Good. See you around then." [i]She stood and got dressed swiftly....cleaning herself off here and there where necessary.[/i] "Ta Sayuri." [i]She sauntered out on her heels, waving over her shoulder.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue][i]Sayuri Okimura slid the button of her blazer out of the slit and slowly let it fall down past her shoulders. She was kneeling on a desktop, the type nice and wide, and very sturdy. And the lucky male sitting across from her was nearly creaming his pants. Sayuri let it fall off completely, revealing her utter lack of bra or singlet of any sort. Her delicate looking lips parted slowly, and her voice was a smooth continental lilt, with just a hint of an asian accent of some sort...the type the man couldn't place.[/i] "....you do realize...that I'll expect something in return for this..." "...the shipment is handled without a hitch, we know." "Good boy......" [i]She crawled across the length of the desk and slid into his lap, and started undoing the buttons of his own blazer and dress shirt. Both hit the floor in a very short ammount of time, accompanied by her dress pants.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue]I torched a roast and accidentally left the wrong food thermometer in it. Meanwhile the metal slowly began to degenerate, the glass on the outside of the thermometer exploded, and the roast became a hunk of carbon. Needless to say, that was the end of THAT particular Christmas dinner. We ate the ham from the other oven and vowed to never use a meat thermometer again.[/color]

[color=royalblue]On Fire; Switchfoot ~~~~~~~~~ They tell you where you need to go, They tell you when you need to leave, They tell you what you need to know, They tell you who you need to be. Everything inside you, Know there's more than what you've heard, There's so much more than empty conversations, Fillled with empty words. You're on fire when He's near you, You're on fire when He speaks, You're on fire, Burning up in this mystery. Give me one more time around, Give me one more chance to sing, Give me everything you are, Give me one more chance to be near you. Everything inside looks like, Everything I hate, You are the hope I have to change, You are the only chance I'll take. I'm on fire when you're near me, I'm on fire when you speak, I'm on fire, Burning up in this mystery. I'm standing on the edge...of this mystery. And I'm on fire with You now.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Name: Satell Megelani Age: 26 Gender: Female Group: I wish to ENFORCE. Appearance: See attatchment. The superflouous clothing is to throw people off. When threatened, she removes it by simply letting it fall to the ground, then flings herself at the enemy, wearing usually half soles, a bra, and panties. Why? ...real women don't need army boots to kill. Weapon(s): Two simple knives, held in thigh sheaths. When things get messy, she takes out the Desert Eagle. Bio: My name is Satell Megelani, my code name is Ballet. I am sent by my employer to kill Number 4. Why? ....call it a sick whim. I cater to the desires of my employer for only one reason. And it's a very bad one. The meek call it blackmail. It's what he's doing to me. He has my sister, and she's being held under lock and key, being mistreated only if I fail. My goal is to kill this... Brody Radley before he obtains that which he desires. .....and if I fail, I die, but only after my sister dies. How do I know it will happen? ...it's what my mother was forced to do to marry my father. And it's the sick cycle I will perpetuate. Until I either find a husband, or a better employer.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Zharra cupped her hands around her mouth and howled in a very loud voice.[/i] "I suppose then that you want the PINK NAIL POLISH ON and not the ESPROYL ALCOHOL TO REMOVE IT!" [i]Everyone in the camp heard it, quite a few heads turned to look at both Liam and Zharra, both of which were flaming red with embarassment and anger.[/i] "I CAN JUST BOND THE PINK TO YOUR NAILS PERMANANTLY!" [i]His mouth hung open as she held a vial up with an odd foreign label on it. He took a few steps forward and she held it back and gave him a look. The type of look that demanded restitution.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Her dreams, she had none. In the long night of space, all she could dream about was the nothingness...falling so gently, into the everlasting arms, so unafraid of the dropping into the nothing. And then, being cradled ever so gently between the sphere below and the heaven's above. Rocking back and forth, so sweet and smooth, with nothing to impale, peruse, agitate, just calm rest. Bliss. Satell sat up, smiling softly. Her dreams had been the same every night ever since....she couldn't even remember. She turned her head slightly to look at Allen. He had his arms wrapped losely around her waist and his breath was slowly changing ever so slightly. ...and she wouldn't tell him that she couldn't even remember how she came here. He opened his eyes and looked at her. She was smiling at him gently, like a goddess rather than a mortal. Then she leaned down and pressed her lips into his. Soft and slow, then pressing harder, with a growing sense of urgency.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Several hours into Allen's sleep, Satell sat up in her own bed, mostly awake. She saw Van sitting in his office categorizing a few files. With slow steps she made her way down to him and when he looked up she sat in his lap. She smiled and leaned against him, and he, rather uncertainlly put his arm around her.[/i] "Thanks for everything." "I'd thank you back, but a heart attack isn't the way I want to go." "What shame." [i]She laughed softly and kissed his forehead.[/i] "Can I go now?" ".....ah....." "Just for a little while? Please?" [i]She was giving him the big eyes. And they were working. He nodded and she was up.[/i] "You better be back in 8 hours. Your bandadge needs to be changed." "Yes sir." [i]She saluted and padded off to Allen's quarters. The only ones she had ascertained so far...given the accident and her appearence on the ship.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Kick the right leg up, Leap around, Bring the other up, Now land and go into the crouch to save the knees. Turn once more, Double Chaines turns, Bring your arms around, Contract your stomach muscles and look upwards. And bring your legs around, Get a little momentum, Now leap high on the beat, And curve your legs into attitude. Smile to the audience, Fall down to the ground, Only to rise once more, Like a scrap of silk on the breeze. You're the messenger, Getting your summons from above, And translating them into a language, Everyone down here can finally understand.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Senrai, stil transformed, registered the threat in her ears. The full moon was giving her the power she so desired.....and the Ban Pirate was grating on her nerves. She tensed her muscles and took a step forward. The Hyfon bared her teeth slightly. Then the Ctarl Ctarl pounced. The Ban pirate was knocked backwards, while she burried her claws in his chest, the iron sinking down into his body, and coming through the other side. Her howl echoed through the entire area, shattering more than just a few windows. "Bastard! Bastard!" "....you really are no match for me....cat." "......immortal Ctarl Ctarl thanks..." With a simple twist, she threw him against the wall and took another step forwards, tails whisking in the wind created by her own power.[/i][/COLOR]