The Big Dango Family~ [Closed][NR]

Sitting in her room, her bedroom window open, Artina's azure eyes would slowly drift to the view that the open window would show to her. Here eyes would take in the beautiful sunset that was shining over the city. The golden hue mixed with the oranges on the city made it glimmer like gold as the clouds high above were shaded pink, almost like floating balls of cotton candy. Turning on her seat, she would examine the baby grand piano that was placed infront of her...it'd been so long since she had played it in silence...her mother and father were out on a dinner date with their friends, leaving her alone in a locked house. Pulling back her long pink hair, she tied it into a ponytail, her white cotton dress snagging on the leather seat as she fixed her posture.

Gently placing her hand on the keys of the piano, Artina would press a couple of notes before sighing, not as confident in her playing as she used to be but she wanted to at least give it a shot. She continued to press several notes, the tune she made sounding similar to that of the Dango family...she loved them so much...

"They have a theme...do they not?"

She would say to herself, her sweet voice echoing slightly as the tunes continued to flow out of the second story bedroom window. Nodding, forcing herself to try a little harder, she would continue to play the notes over and over before finding herself feeling more and more confident before continuing the song.

~Song being played~

"Dango~ Dango~ Dango~ Dango~ Daikazoku~"

She would sweetly sing to herself, a smile appearing on her face, eyes glistening as happy moments of her life would play through her head. The friends from school, the days at the park and the time she spent with family...


 
                   


                                   


She would then continue to repeat these words, over and over, feeling more and more happy with each verse and chorus she sang. This was the only time of the day she was going to feel happy, this time in her head, off in her own little world as reality would slip away as she could feel the music around her. Some would say she was tripping balls but that hadn't mattered with her. She wouldn't have the chance to get to know those around her unless they were of a female breed...

To say that the last few days had been hard for him was a complete and total understatement. After returning to Shinkai he had listened calmly to the speech that Himitsu had given to her citizens; it had been a formal apology and attempted explanation on why she had failed them, blah blah blah emotional speech. He couldn't feel anything towards humans with the exception of contempt. The fact that some had died? He should have celebrated. But his contract to Himitsu... It had caused him to feel that same agonizing pain of failing a loved one that Himi was currently feeling.

She was strange. He didn't understand how she could bring herself to care for others after she had been through so much trauma. He couldn't grasp why she continued to care and nurture this city. Once, long ago she had been obsessed with a "pure" city. A city without crime. A place were everything was perfectly controlled. One "without" fear, as she had said. Of course, this had been directly after Satoshi's murder. Poor child. He almost felt true care for her, true care and not the care and concern that he was forced to feel because of his contract. She was an interesting human. All he wanted to see was if she would fall like all the other human leaders prior to her, or if she would actually achieve something...

But aside from the forced concern and emotional empathy he had to feel towards Himitsu, other things had been troubling his peace. Hana's birthday had recently passed... It still hurt. Painfully so. Not strong enough. Couldn't protect. If only I had been stronger... Hana would still be around to celebrate... a few days prior to her birthday he had left the city, returning to her protected burial grounds. The valley where they had used to live was so immersed in his magic that the grass was even "alive". The plants responded to his softest touch, and when he lay by her grave, the sweet mountain tall grass and flowers moved to "embrace" and cradle his form. It was so peaceful. So very quiet. The only light came from the silver moon. He could see the stars, the millions of pallid dots that shone across the sky in a milky-purple band. The galaxy's centre. The beauty of everything could shine through brightly when the humans and their light polluted cities weren't in the way.

It had been so quiet.

So peaceful.


So quiet.







Quiet.















Quiet.



Quiet just like the house after Hana's death. Quiet, just like his mind after her passing. Suffocating... His lungs felt tight, his chest heavy, his cheeks, ears and eyes growing hotter. Vision blurry with the saline tears that had ran down his high cheekbones. It hurt. It still hurt. Even after all the time, all the death he had caused, all of the loneliness he had felt. He couldn't cope. No... The psychological pain. His throat hurt now, it felt sore. A sigh of a sob softly escaped his aching chest. He was crying. He felt broken inside.


"To your grave I spoke, holding a red, red rose. Gust of freezing cold air, whispers to me, that you are gone.

Always, always asking the question,
'Why life is overrated?' but I never, never expected that I'd, underestimated my love for you.

Always, always just out of reach from my, over frustrated, shameful hands. And I never, never expected that I would ever, no never take for granted your precious time. Spent a lifetime of holding on, just to let go. I guess I'll spend another lifetime, searching for a new hope." A soft, sad song... Something that he had written once to summarise his feelings... Once he had hoped to over come this... But no. A soul mate's death usually drove one to insanity. Stark, gloriously beautiful madness. He had been driven to this. His past blood lust was clear evidence to it.

"Will.... this be another day and night... in here? The knife's not sharp enough to fear... " He had said soft while he laid by her graveside. His visit to his won little world had been short though. Shinkai. He could feel his contract summoning him, pulling and yanking on his essence. Too long. He had been away from Himitsu for too long and now the contract was starting to react. From the valley he left. A heaviness was in his heart. A weight that would not go away until he was rejoined with Hana's spirit through either his death or him meeting her reincarnation.

Over mountains, valleys, forests and rivers he travelled. By foot he had gone there and by foot he was travelling back to the city. He had not left the islands of Japan, but had simply travelled to a more remote area...

Back in the city. The sun was setting, the sky a soft pink. The smell of humans. Disgusting humans.... He could just reach out and kill one... Well, actually he couldn't. The wards of the city, plus his contract with Himitsu... Yeah. Physically unable to kill a human inside Shinkai. How disappointing. Now he was currently walking by some of the richer class family homes in the city. He could hear something: a soft song played by the ivory keys of a piano and sang by the voice of what he presumed to be a female.

A pretty sounding voice that made him pause for a moment, just to stop and enjoy the fleeting perfection of each harmonic note of the piano and voice. He didn't know who was singing, or where they were, but he could hear the music wafting through a house window. Now, he was anything but a stalking creeper. Sighing softly he took a seat on a nearby white marble bench to enjoy the sifting sounds of the notes. He was a sad soul, and he just wanted to enjoy this short little moment that was filled with soft melody. On the bench he sat, his pine green eyes closed, hands folded on his lap. He was wearing a green kimono styled top with long sleeves, his pants baggy black hakamas, on his feet where nothing. His skin was pale alabaster, without acne or filth. His nails were clipped, not to the stubs, but still short and clean. His long raven locks where behind him, pressed between his back and the bench.

Yes. He was only enjoying the music.

She continued to play and repeat the song over and over, getting slightly more louder with each note played. Her confidence was not at it's tippy top...or so she thought. Her voice, her sweet and smooth voice flowed out the window along with the notes that the piano continued to make with each press of the key she made, unbeknownst to her that some stranger was sitting on a bench, just outside of her window. It always puzzled her why there was a bench outside of her house. It couldn't get any closer if it tried to though.

Eventually, she finished playing the piano, a satisfied breath escaped her plush lips as she began to close the lid of the piano down before slowly walking to the window, not yet noticing the man directly below her. She looked out to the sun and the city that she had been living in all her life. All those bad memories of her past just seemed to disappear into nothing when she saw how beautiful the place seemed to be when the rays of the sun hit off of everything.

"I...love being here."

She would whisper before blinking to herself. An odd sensation befell her. It seemed as though she was being watched or if some sort of attention was directed at her. She opened her blue eyes, searching from left to right before looking down below her. There sat a man...with an odd sense of clothing. Did his mother dress him or something? Or was he some sort of hipster that loved VIN-TAGE?
And it was that she had began to panic. Oh shit no mother titty fucker! He had been listening to her! Look at the way his hands sat! The way his ears were perked upright! The creep! Having been leaning on the window ledge of her room, Artina began to flail before she then proceeded to trip out the window, screaming as she fell IN HER PYJAMA'S Which was really a light cotton dress and a pair of white undies.

She fell with a massive thud, the ground creating a wave of cracks where she had made contact with her head and the worse thing was, her legs were wrapped around this man's head and her crotch was pressed right...up to his mouth area. The warm feeling of his lips against her lips only made her body tingle with sexual angst but right now, she was knocked out from the impact and if life were an anime, little stars would be swirling around her head. Her chest was propped up against his crotch area... passer-bys were now beginning to look at the two, thinking it was some sort of sick carnival act...and within the moments of awkwardness had passed, Artina let out a small puff of air which looked more like a ghost and her eyes were then changed into two small 'x'

.oO(I'm stepping in to inform you that as per the rules you need to rate your thread and due to the current content it needs to be a higher rating. Every thread, no matter the content must be rated so that people are forewarned before opening a thread as to what the content might be.)

{Apologies, I'll edit to suit the rules. I simply forgot. Wont happen again}

He had been enjoying the soft tones of music while letting his feet rest, he had been on them a lot recently and he was actually starting to need sleep, so this whole little respite had been a nice step away from the pressing issues of reality. He wasn't really paying attention.

And then screaming. OH LIGHT WHY WHERE PEOPLE SCREAMING?!

And then weight settled in a somewhat uncomfortable fashion with the sound of a dull crack.
Warmth, he opened his eyes. He was suddenly greeted with the sight of underwear and ass and lady parts where against his face. He could feel her legs on his shoulders, her... chest... pressed against his rather intimate area.

He didn't like it.


No. Nononononono. Random stranger all up on him. Nope! All aboard the nope train, nope. Nope nope nopenope this was not happening.

After carefully removing his hands from under the female, who he had assumed was the one that was singing earlier, he would remove her from him. Nope. He was not going to get charged with rape or sexual assault. Not today, not ever. No no. He would position the young female in such a way that she looked like she was sitting comfortable on the side of the bench opposite from him. He then shifted himself and stared at the female, watching her carefully. Why had she fallen out of a window? Was she alright? Did she need to go to some sort of medical place for attention?

Darkness...

...It began to consume her like wildfire. A fire in a forest that could not be drenched, no matter how great her sorrow was. She felt like the flames themselves had engulfed her entire body but she did not know why? She felt a feeling of abandonment as she saw a winged beast, fly from the bed that she was somehow stuck in. No way for her to explain such a feeling as panic and pain spread across her body at the same rate that the fire had. She felt her hair burn away into the air as he muffled screams would be drowned by the roars of people wielding torches and pitchforks before falling silent herself... the feeling of being stabbed in the stomach was too much for her as her eyes would roll to the back of her head as she drew one, final breath...


And it was then...

She woke up with a fright, cold sweat and a rather painful throbbing on her head. What in the name of jesus just happened? She looked around in a frantic manner before turning her head to a person that was staring straight back at her. Who the hell did this creep think he was!? He-...He...Oh god...It was a male! IT IS A MALE!!!
Artina panicked for a moment in utter silence, her eyes widening with fear. She didn't want her father to see her next to a male or even looking at one! She didn't want to have another beating. She rose to her feet but almost instantly fell to her knees due to the sudden movement and the possible concussion she might have given herself...or the rush of blood was too much and it caused her to falter. She was rather sickly from time to time.

"Please...Forgive me...I didn't mean to cause you any discomfort! Don't tell my father of this!"

She would plea, trying to bow to the man. Respect to males was something her father practically forced into her head. The beatings proved to be too much sometimes but...she'd always make it through since they had their own doctor so the secrets behind those doors were never leaked...

He saw as the female came to, the slightly confused look on her face twisted into fright as she saw him... Was he that scary? Her face was wet with the sheen of sweat as she frantically looked about, her eyes widening. He watched as she tried to rise to her feet and failed, falling back to her knees.

"Please...Forgive me...I didn't mean to cause you any discomfort! Don't tell my father of this!" Her voice, it sounded almost plea like, as if she was frightened.... He was instantly reminded of younger Himi, how she was always freaking out and apologising for the smallest of things, things that meant nothing... Or maybe this was just how humans raised their female younglings to be? He would never understand humans nor their culture. The girl was now attempting to bow to him, which, given the noise her head had made when it made good friends with the concrete, was most likely causing her pain and more disorientation, assuming that she was human and didn't have any type of healing factor like other super-natural species. She most likely had a concussion...

"Ma'am... Are you okay? Do you need me to take you to the closet medical building? You seem rather... ill-adept to be left by yourself without some sort of treatment."

The man looked and sounded concerned about her physical status but she couldn't accept the help from a stranger, especially a male one at that. She'd surely be beaten if seen out in public, even if there wasn't that many people nearby her and this man. She wasn't going to risk being done in by her father so, pushing the boundaries, she got to her feet while rubbing her head, a small sigh escaping her lips as she would make eye contact with the man.

"I am okay. I am rather experienced with herbal remedies and healing myself. Thank you though..."

She said kindly, not wanting to seem too rude to the man. He looked concerned and genuine though but...for her own sake, she couldn't spend much time in associating with the man in case her neighbours catch a glimpse of her conversing with a male. If he were to be a woman, there would be no problem. He looked old enough to be her dad though but there was something slightly alluring about him, making her want to hug him but, she couldn't show such affection to a mere stranger...maybe if they got to know each other and she managed to move away from her father...maybe something could happen.

Not wanting to be a burden to this man any longer, she apologized once more for being an inconvenience to him before slowly staggering by him, stopping just at his side. The feeling of her fainting felt near but a small burst of energy from nowhere gave her a slight jolt, a purple aura emitting from the tattoo that was embroiled into her spine, visible to those behind her.
 I can't...give in...

Closed.