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[Raine.]]

A small smile (though it appeared as a smile, 'twas truly her way of a smirk) on her lips, Nikushimi strode gracefully over to the Sake Cafe, her flats making nearly no sounds -- though, with all the voices of people and such, it'd be surprising if you heard a bomb explode -- and her fairly modest skirt gently flowing with the breeze. Her purple tank top was a bit revealing, but she found it appropriate enough to wear in public without getting the evil eye from adults. Finding great pleasure in getting a few envious stares from a few people she passed.

Ah, food. The sweet, sweet taste of souls is just in reach, she thought to herself, her mouth watering the slightest bit. Swinging her empty purse slightly, Niku gave a flirtatious smile to one of the boys who'd obviously had an interest in her. Still, she found him a bit short of her expectations, and continued walking around, searching for a better soul.

[ScarletTears]

Miaka was on break so she decided to walk done to Sake cafe to meet new friends. When she entered the cafe the blarring music was all she could hear as she pushed people out of her way. Then she spotted Nikushimi, Wow she is beautiful!
Miaka thought as she looked at her pretty skirt then she looked up and started to walk towards Nikushimi. "Hello I'm Miaka" she said holding out her hand.

Miaka noticed the a smile in the shadows of the girls mouth. It sent chills down her spines as she gulped. Miaka looked down at her clothes she was wearing a sort of greenish blue top with sleeves that went to her elbows and some shorts but her shorts weren't denim. She then looked up and waited for her reply.

[Midnight[x]Traitor]

[glow=black,2,500]Clement Bowller[/glow]

I opened the door to the cafe, welcomed by the blasting of the music and the pounding of the bass. It vibrated through me, making me feel awake and rejuvenated. I breathed in deeply, letting the aroma fill me. This was my first time here, since I had moved here recently, but I heard from the locals this was a great partying area. Plus, it was a great place to meet new people. I took a step in, my lop-sidded smile appearing on my face as I took in the area. There was a dance floor and lots of table, most of them filled with teenagers already. I didn't feel out of place as I walked to the back where the bar was--parent approved of course. They didn't sell alcohol, unless you had an extremely good tips or sexy looks.

I was given many looks: hostile, adoration, sneers, confusion. I would just give them my puppy smile and move on. Some of the sneers turned to puzzled looks, but I never stuck around in one spot. One girl came up to me and asked if I knew her. I declined, saying I had just moved here. She gave me a smile, then turned around and walked back to her friends, giggling with her friends. I paused for a second, thinking of joining them, but then I decided against it and kept moving toward the bar. I thought someone called my name and I turned around, continuing to walk. I bumped into someone, quickly backing off. I had run into a girl in a turquoise looking shirt. Oh, I'm sorry. I smiled embarrassed. I really should look where I'm going. Another girl stood in front of her, one that turned heads and made guys gape. Yet there was something sinister about her. I continued to smile, glancing back at the girl.

[Raine.]]

A perfectly arched eyebrow raised, and the corner of Niku's lip curved upward as she gazed upon the human that had introduced herself as Miaka. "Hi, I'm Nikushimi," she said, her voice nearly drowned out by the music. She shook the girl's hand, the smile still on her face, though disgust at touching the mere mortal's hand made her stomach growl -- luckily, no one could hear it.

Her attention was stolen by the male who'd bumped into Miaka. Swallowing the spit that had formed when she'd realized that this male was most likely an exotically sweet tasting one, Niku waved shyly at him a little. "Hi, there," she said as she waved. Her stomach would probably roar like Shrek if it could. Calm yourself, dammit, she cursed in her mind. Patience. That's all it takes.

Niku hadn't had any souls nor spirit food lately -- an entire three days, to be exact. She was starving, and this boy was precisely what she was looking for; he may even have exceeded her expectations. All she had to worry about was getting his heart. If he was anything like the other lustful males in the cafe, he wouldn't be such a problem -- but she wasn't a mind-reader, so, to her disappointment, she realized may actually have to make an effort to get his soul.

Her thoughts flickered back to the girl. She'd done nothing but envy Niku, right? Perhaps she'd give mercy to Miaka. Just this once. After all, people like her were who helped Niku's ego grow big and strong, which made it easier for her to feed upon the males. Her smile grew a bit bigger, though she was careful to avoid showing the rather sharp and not-at-all-graceful teeth that hid in the back of her mouth.

[ScarletTears]

"Nice to meet you Niku" Miaka said to Niku. Then she felt some one bump into her she whirled around and growled "WATCH IT!" Miaka didn't like guys specialty when they bumped into her, but she had to admit he was cute. "sorry" she said to him crossing her arms then she turned back to Niku.


Miaka saw her looking at the boy in a lustful way it made Miaka shiver. Wow this Niku girl is kinda creepy! Miaka thought turning back to the boy "Hi I'm Miaka, You are?" Miaka said moodily the fire of her personality had burst up and she was getting a bit wild.

[Midnight[x]Traitor]

The girl whirled around to face me. "WATCH IT!" I merely blinked. I figured she was going to be one of the fiesty girls--the one who snapped at you and was fiercly independent. I never was a fan of those girls, they seemed too upsight and just plain mean. Then her face softened slightly as she really noticed me, then spoke again. "Sorry" Her arms crossed in front of her she turned back to the other girl. The other person was older, at about 17 or 18. I knew about half of the guys had no chance with her. Actually, from the way she looked, I assumed she was a super modal or something. She's probably on a tour and stopped here to see the sites. If she was a modal, then I knew none of the guys had a chance. I looked around and saw many guys stealing glances at the girl, even the ones with their dates. I noticed on girl dumping her drink and fries on a guy, yelling at him and point at the girl "in the skimpy shirt." I chuckled, watching the girl stomp away and the guy racing after her.

"Hi I'm Miaka, You are?" I turned to see the girl facing me, her voice still on fire. I wasn't sure how much I liked her attitude, but I was going to be nice anyway. Everyone deserved kindness, right? Hey Miaka. My name is Clement. I just moved here last week and I heard this place was pretty cool. Its lively thats for sure. Just as I said that a guy and his date danced into me. She apologized, then scooted away.

[Kite]

Kite's arm's flew side to side as he walked on the side-walk. Car's were passsing through the road one by one. The sky got darker and it started to sprinkle. Kite held his hand out, feeling the pitter patter on his hand. "hmm.. hahaha" he smiled. It felt goood. He turned the corner to the Sake caf'e. Slowly he approached. Opening the door the music escaped outside but then was trapped again. Kite gave a quick nod then sat down.

It was now raining hard, it had gotten very cold in the caf'e. His brown hair had dimmed from the lights and outside. He wore a black jacket, hands in his pockets he moved to a beat in his head. La la la, La la la, La la la la... he whispered the song to himself. He looked up at the girls and one boy. Did they know eachother?

[Raine.]]

Niku's eyes grazed onto the newcomer, whose shirt looked fluorescent in the dark room. The music pounded in her ears and she looked back at Clement. He was talking to Miaka, and, seeing his eyes on their group, she walked over to him with grace in each step, weaving through the dancing teens on the dance floor. Taking his hand, a pulse went through her. She was hungry.

"Hi, I'm Niku," she called over the music. Turning around, she began walking back over to the other two she was standing with, her hand still holding Kite's. "So what's your name?" Niku asked, giving him a friendly smile as she let go of his hand to move a strand of her hair away from her face.

Now, she smirked inside, if Clement doesn't come along with me, maybe this one will. Ah, but the longest she'd ever gone without souls was two and a half days. Niku's mind felt weak, and the thought that there was a possibility neither may want to go with her made her feel a bit irritated, as well as even weaker. She couldn't go so much longer without food or souls. She needed energy.

[ScarletTears]

Miaka saw Niku grabbed Kite and take him away. "Well um bye" Miaka said she then turned away from him and ran to a table a waiter who was about her age and he said "Hello I'm Rok Miaka looked at him puzzled he asked her if she wanted anything she just said water. He came back and handed her the water then he sat down at her table and scooted his chair close to her. "Your really hot did you know that?" Miaka smiled at him "Aww how sweet!" Rok smiled at her.
"And you know what you are?" Miaka said her voice still sweet. "What?" Rok said scooting closer. Miaka stood up and dumped her ice water on him smiling she said "Your cool!". Rok stood up and snapped "How dare you!" Then he he moved towards her and nearly smacked her but Miaka grabbed his and in mid-air and twisted it backwards there was a sickening crunch. Rok owled in pain she had twisted his hand backwards and broke his wrist and every bone in his hand. Then she backed up and brought he leg up and kicked him in the stomach. He fell backwards crying and weeping, everyone had stopped what they are doing and watched them.

[Midnight[x]Traitor]

The older girl strutted away to a boy about my age. She grabbed his hand and brought him back. I assumed she knew this boy, but then she asked him, "So what's your name?" My smile was slowly fading into a straight line as I tried to figure out what she was up to. Maybe thats how she meets knew people... She had let go of his hand and was smiling sweetly at him.

"Well um bye" I heard behind me. I turned to see Miaka walking away. I was left standing by myself, the teenagers now dancing to a slower song. I watched a younger waiter ask to get her a drink and then walked away to fetch it. I strolled casually to a table beside her's when the girl from before came up to me, but this time she had her friends. Hey, remember me? I smiled. Of course! And I see your brought your friends this time. He nodded to the other girls, but none of them appealed to him. He didn't want to lead them on, but he had to be nice. I continued to talk to the girls until I heard a guy yell, "How dare you!" I turned in my seat to see the same waiter before soaking wet, Miaka with an empty cup in her hand. It reminded me of what happened earlier with the other couple. He moved towards her, but she used some kick-ass moves on him. I heard the snap, the fall, and the crying. There was a silence in the room, besides the music. Excuse me. I stood up and walked over to the waiter and tried to calm him down. I tore off his work tie and made a spint using some butter knives. He thanked me--through his tears--and waitress took him away. I turned to Miaka. What was that about? Was it necissary to break his wrist? My usual smile was replaced by a concurned frown, my eyes understanding.

[Kite]

Kite sat on the chair watching the group."Hi im Niku" said the girl who approached him. "Whats yours?" "Well im Kite, nice to meet you? Im kind of busy." He replied as he pulled out a book. The book had old leather and it had three folds, a pen, papers, and a small eraser was in it. He wrote a diffferent launguge in the book, unreadable by most people. It was private. Whats up with her? Though Kite as her wrote.

[Raine.]]

O O C / / *COUGHCOUGH* Two paragraphs, Kite! *COUGHCOUGH*

B I C / /Niku's eyebrow raised, the corner of her lips rising to a seemingly curious smile. "What's that?" she asked, peering over his shoulder at the ragged book. The language was not of the English nor Japanese, which made her curiosity rise a bit more. "Is it a diary?" She smirked a bit.

What an idiot, she thought, wanting to roll her eyes. They were at a cafe. For dancing. What kind of imbecile would go to a place like this if he was just planning on writing in his journal? Pointless. He was alone, so he probably wasn't being put up to it by one of his buddies or anything. Shaking the insults at him away, Nikushimi poked his arm. "Do you live far from here?" she called over the music.