secrets of me [sakura]

[BADRICK, KASKA]

[atrb= cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=style, width:350px; bTable][atrb=style, background-color: #fbfaec; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 20px; border: #e6e6e6 solid 3px;][style=font-family: wire one; margin-left: 7px; font-size: 39pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #84d3ba; letter-spacing: 3px;]so baby don't worry[/style] [style=background-color: #fbfaec; font-family: mate sc; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; border-top: 1px solid #84d3ba; border-bottom: 1px solid #84d3ba; letter-spacing: 7px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #73926e; margin-bottom: 26px;]• • YOU ARE MY ONLY • •[/style] If there was a bone or muscle that didn’t hurt in his body, Kaska couldn’t find it. The only gratification to be had after allowing the pier workers to tether him to incoming cargo was that they didn’t much bother him afterward. Most slaves wouldn’t even be allowed more than twenty feet from their respective holding cells until the day they were to be auctioned off or – for the less fortunate – sent to the arena if there was no consumer interest. Kaska was grateful that he seemed to be an exception to both rule and protocol alike. So long as the job was done to their satisfaction and that he was back before six in the evening, the workers were surprisingly lenient with him – a testament to impeccable behavior no doubt. In spite of his aches and pains the familiar crimson river – that was more commonly known as Kaska’s hair – could be seen as he sprinted down the boulevard. His destination was far enough away that he’d considered shifting, a thought he had quickly discarded as the notion of thundering through the streets as a massive, fire-breathing canine, might garner more attention that was preferred. Not to say he was doing a good job of that at the present time. Dashing through the streets was enough to cause a few citizens to track his movements as he passed, the saturated red of his hair did not help matters. This was supposed to be a venture done with the utmost guile seeing as how where Kaska was intent on going, his presence would not be as appreciated to some as it would be to others. The fleeting thought conjured another; a face that he would have loved to forget but frankly was safer to know. Eli Warren. He didn’t much care for that man and as amiable a soul as Kaska was this development was somewhat startling. He had never known an instance in his short life where he was so swift to harbor ill-feelings towards a human and it grated on his conscience that the negativity primarily stemmed from jealousy. Or at least it felt like jealousy. Frowning now, the teenager galloped around a corner and kept to the path as his thoughts continued to swamp him with reasons to abhor the man who was his friend’s Master. Therein lay the root of it all. Eli Warren was Sakura’s master, the single most important person in her life as he controlled her fate. ‘And he’s male.’ His conscience supplied tartly. Yeah, he didn’t like that Sakura’s Master was male. It had been the standout concern for the last four days that was prompting this inopportune visit. While generally Kaska would have chalked up his unfounded worries to him simply being overprotective, but this time he couldn’t muscle past the anxiety as he was used to doing. The nervous tension in his chest had sunk its claws deep and despite his best efforts he had concluded that the only remedy for his ailment was physical evidence that the navy-haired shifter was alive and well. Time dragged on and his legs were starting to burn from the constant strain. A thin film of sweat glossed his face as the exertion began to take its toll on his stamina. He could feel himself slowing. Even as he urged his body forward the limits of his physical fitness were starting to shine through his vigor. Maybe he was obsessing…okay he was obsessing, but society had already proven that the etiquette between Master and Slave varied. Sakura was just as likely to be whole and healthy as she was to be lying in a ditch somewhere after a battle gone awry. He’d seen it before and after meeting the introverted Flygon he wasn’t ready to sign off his suspicions. Kaska stopped, doubling over and panting as he took in his surroundings which, at long last, looked familiar. The residence in front of him wasn’t overly luxuriant but its simplicity gave way to a regal air that it’s opulently decorated neighbors couldn’t match. Immediately his eyes shot toward the winding driveway and gave a silent cheer to find it empty, meaning the Master of the house wasn’t home and that admittance was a sure thing. As quiet as could be the red-head crossed the grassy lawn and made his way to the left side of the building. It didn’t take him long to single out his point of entry, a window third to the right that was left slight ajar. Sakura had told him of her habit and he intended to use the information. For the greater good of course. Bunching his tired muscles he jumped, gripping the frame of the window underneath his intended goal and began to shimmy his way up. It wouldn’t have been so difficult if he were properly rested but after ten minutes and a near fall back to earth, Kaska was halfway through stuffing himself into what appeared to be a bedroom. It was with a loud ‘thud’, a dull groan of pain and a few tangled limbs that Kaska found himself inside no worse for wear. He waited a few tense moments to see if Eli would magically come through the door but nothing answered his paranoia but silence, both a comfort and a concern. Quickly getting to his feet he took in the space. It was well furnished but sparse, not much in the way of personal touches. If he didn’t know better Kaska would have thought he had entered a guestroom. But the room was inhabited. There was a scent to the room, soft and feminine, that indicated to as much. Almost absently the teen strolled toward the dresser, the dark wood glossy from a recent cleaning and smelled faintly of pine. Distantly he chided himself for his invasiveness but he was more taken by the silver hand mirror he found face down. No fancy etchings, no names engraved to designate its owner, but even still it was pretty. Playfully Kaska picked it up and examined himself in the tiny glass, self-consciously patting his hair down as he saw the disarray he’d made of it. His clothing wasn’t too much better and after returning the mirror to its proper place he swiftly turned to dusting himself off and straightening up.

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[Kimimori, Sakura]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width, 450px][atrb=style,background-color: #292929;] [STYLE=margin-top: 10px; font: 32px arial; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: lowercase; width: 450px; line-height: 40px;][STYLE=background-color: #ECBD10; color: #292929; text-align: right; display: inline; width: 320px; float: left; padding-right: 5px;]i get more and more[/style] [STYLE=color: #ECBD10; text-align: justify; display: inline; padding-left: 5px; margin-top: 6px;]strange[/style][/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #555555; font: 11px times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; margin-right: 25px; margin-left: 5px; width: 310px; margin-top: -10px;]{ i'm a punk i'm a sinner i'm a lost new beginner i'm a threat to myself i'm a get armageddon i'm a freak i'm a liar i'm a flirt i deny that i know it then i mess it up i'm a bit suicidal i'm my own worst rival train wreck white trash freak maniac psycho i'm a trouble making rebel made a deal with the devil i'm way past ever coming back }[/style] [STYLE=float: left; background: url(http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m492/LoveisPie/Katekyo%20Hitman%20Reborn/Lal%20Mirch/94.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 25px; background-color: #333333; color: #888888; font: 9px verdana; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 10px 0px 0px;] It had been a few days since her scuffle down at the lower banks. It wasn't often that she went down there. After all, she was normally accompanied by Eli. the man seemed to always have some sort of business to attend to however. So, sometimes she was invited to go, and other days, she was left to her own devices. That had been one of those days when she had met the red head that had basically saved her arse. She wasn't much of a fighter unless provoked after all. In that situation doing anything would of simply made the situation worse for herself. It wasn't as if she could of fought them even if she wanted to. They were bigger than her and shifting would mean pulling a stunt to get both herself and Eli in trouble. She could only imagine the face and the talk he would of given her if she had messed up. It would interrupt his seemingly frail purpose that he had in this life. Anything that upset him seemed to only make her more careful to avoid such responses. So, it was only thanks to the red-head shifter that she had been saved from a otherwise bad time. She had yet to properly thank him for the debt she owed to him. She wasn't to sure how Eli would of been thrilled if she had come home with new wounds either. This saved her from both lethal talk downs from the brunette. So, they both came out happy right? So she had talked with him and pretty much spent her whole day with the boy. Kaska Badrick. He was a nice person and the day only made her realize that more. So she had told him about the place she lived and what it was like living with Eli. Though, the red-head himself didn't seem to get along with Eli when he had showed up. She should of known better. Eli would realize she was gone after all and eventually would have to find out what she was doing. He was her master after all. So, today seemed like a relaxing day, since it didn't seem like a good idea to go out again. So she had found herself sleeping in and deciding to take a shower. The water always helped her relaxed as she opened her window to let the breeze in from outside. Laying her goggles on the sink counter she moved into the room and quickly turned on the water. Unaware of another form that seemed to have another idea of what the day was going to be like. She was just about finished when she heard a slight thud. She froze for a moment but quickly thought it off. She turned her back to her slightly ajar door unaware of Kaska's entrance to her bedroom. The slight sound of the water was turned off, apparently before the red head could notice it. Still behind the curtain of the small shower she began to dry her long hair by moving her hands over it. A small hum starting to sound from her as she did so. Had she always hum when she was in the shower? The thought moved through her mind as she was unaware just how embarrassed she would be in only a few moments [STYLE=margin-left: 50px; opacity: 0.7; -moz-opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font: 9px arial;]TAGS ?! Kaska WORDS ?! :'D LYRICS ?! dysfunctional family, cinema bizarre NOTES ?! LOL, good luck Kaska[/style] [/style]

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[BADRICK, KASKA]

[atrb= cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=style, width:350px; bTable][atrb=style, background-color: #fbfaec; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 20px; border: #e6e6e6 solid 3px;][style=font-family: wire one; margin-left: 7px; font-size: 39pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #84d3ba; letter-spacing: 3px;]so baby don't worry[/style] [style=background-color: #fbfaec; font-family: mate sc; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; border-top: 1px solid #84d3ba; border-bottom: 1px solid #84d3ba; letter-spacing: 7px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #73926e; margin-bottom: 26px;]• • YOU ARE MY ONLY • •[/style] Kaska was busying himself in the tedious chore that was fixing his appearance – or the attempt rather since he wasn’t making much headway. His hair was stubbornly refusing to submit to the teen’s frustrated finger combing method and persistently curled in odd places as opposed to lying flat like he wanted. He looked like a rooster, with how his bangs had chosen to flare. There wasn’t much more he could do about the state of his unruly hair unfortunately and his clothes were similarly unmanageable. A few hearty pats effectively diminished the collection of dust that had gathered on his knees and chest but even that didn’t cure him of his wrinkled state. Though this was to be expected, it wasn’t like a masterless slave was going to have the accommodations to improve their physical image. With a disgruntled groan of disappointment, Kaska brought his attentions to other sections of the room. Again, the lack of personal affects was a little bemusing but in light of his initial observation there were a few things that gave the room character. While he quietly flitted around the space, he couldn’t help but ponder how long Sakura had been living here with her Master. Months? Weeks? It didn’t appear that long but he certainly wasn’t going to put money on an assumption when he had never even had a home to begin with. What did he know about living arrangements for slaves outside of the holding cells at the docks or the training facilities? It was as he was making his way to the other side of the room when he noticed the slightly open door. He blinked, struck by immediate curiosity and the purpose of his visit apparently forgotten in lieu of snooping. The cut of his morale cloth might have frayed as he breached the privacy of another but he couldn’t help but take a peek at what might be beyond. Tentatively approaching it his face was greeted with a gentle gust of humid air, ‘bathroom.’ He cocked his head thoughtfully. It sounded like the water was still running. Did that mean Sakura had left it on? “I’ll turn it off for her.” He murmured softly, nudging the door wider. ‘Oh she’s here.’ The thought was so utterly calm and collected as he received a sight that would very likely haunt his dreams until the day he died. As far as he was aware, Eli Warren employed no female workers to keep his house nor was he married. He and Sakura were the only residents to this abode which narrowed who it was behind the curtain significantly…Unless there was something Eli wasn’t telling anybody… It took all of ten seconds for Kaska to nonchalantly return the door to it’s presumed position, stepped away…and proceeded to freak the fuck. If anymore blood colored his face the teenager would have passed out as images of the slender silhouette of the lovely lady he’d helped not but a few days before. The curtain might have stolen details but it had accentuated the curves that hadn’t been visible with her clothing. Not that he’d ever thought of her without her clothes…’There was that one time…’ his conscience hummed. Okay, ONE TIME. “My intentions are pure, she’s my friend, I’m not a pervert.” It became a mantra as he furiously scrubbed at his flaring cheeks, mind reeling by the vision in the shower. It struck him then that if the water was off, the occupant would be coming out. Out as in into the room he was in now out. Crap! If she caught him in her room she’d think he peeped! No, she’d know he peeped because he had no idea how to hide it. Frantically looking toward the window and debating going back the way he’d come, a quick glance at the door leading into the hall convinced him otherwise. He still wanted to talk to his friend – when she was decent – so staying in the house was more oriented toward his goal. Kaska stealthily opened and shut the bedroom door and took the stairs by two’s and felt some of the pressure in his skull lessen as he hit the first level at last. But operation ‘look like I wasn’t peeking’ wasn’t complete until he had a sufficient distraction. Time to raid the kitchen, there was always something worthy of attention in there. So it was with swift steps that Kaska brought himself to the adjacent room and immediately headed for the cupboards. From his time spent in the training facility he knew his way around a kitchenette, knew to put things back in their place and to clean up after himself. Last thing he needed was to make a mess for Eli to scold Sakura for. His eyes skidded to a halt during his rampant search on a familiar brown jar and label that was unmistakable: Peanut Butter. The holiest of holy snack foods. He grabbed it. He would gladly relieve Eli of this and feel no remorse. Cupboards were shut and pilfered container in hand the next item on his list was a spoon, another easy find after pulling out every drawer in the kitchen. The lid was set aside on the counter – not that he expected to leave enough of the thick paste to put away – it was as he had shoveled a second mouthful of his smooth, glue-like treat, that his eyes wandered to the refrigerator. He was going to need something to wash the stuff down with so might as well find something to drink. Sidling up to the storage unit and pulling it open, Kaska was confused. What was with these brown bottles? And why were they so…numerous. There was a least two on each shelf and more on the door. Confused, he reached in and pulled one of them out for a closer look and frowned. It was beer. All of it was beer. Why did they need this many? Did they share this? He shook the thought; Sakura was too refined to drink this stuff. So that just left Eli. He must drink a lot if he needed this many in their fridge. How very unsettling. A drunk master was a poor master but there were ways to discourage that. An impish grin crawled into place as he set aside the peanut butter jar and gathered up all the beer he could, taking them to the sink. During the excavation other items popped into existence, among them a jug of purple juice, most likely grape. He grabbed that too and deposited it all on the counter and proceeded to drain the beers of half their sinful brew. Down the sink it swirled, one after the other until all of them were only half full. The juice would serve as the deceptive substitute and when all was said and done he closed up the beer bottles as carefully as possible and returned his new creations to their shelves. He kept the juice out. He was going to be thirst once he finished his peanut butter.

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[Kimimori, Sakura]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width, 450px][atrb=style,background-color: #292929;] [STYLE=margin-top: 10px; font: 32px arial; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: lowercase; width: 450px; line-height: 40px;][STYLE=background-color: #ECBD10; color: #292929; text-align: right; display: inline; width: 320px; float: left; padding-right: 5px;]i get more and more[/style] [STYLE=color: #ECBD10; text-align: justify; display: inline; padding-left: 5px; margin-top: 6px;]strange[/style][/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #555555; font: 11px times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; margin-right: 25px; margin-left: 5px; width: 310px; margin-top: -10px;]{ i'm a punk i'm a sinner i'm a lost new beginner i'm a threat to myself i'm a get armageddon i'm a freak i'm a liar i'm a flirt i deny that i know it then i mess it up i'm a bit suicidal i'm my own worst rival train wreck white trash freak maniac psycho i'm a trouble making rebel made a deal with the devil i'm way past ever coming back }[/style] [STYLE=float: left; background: url(http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m492/LoveisPie/Katekyo%20Hitman%20Reborn/Lal%20Mirch/94.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 25px; background-color: #333333; color: #888888; font: 9px verdana; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 10px 0px 0px;] It was moments like these that made life enjoyable. There were so many things in life that felt like they were pulling her down. So a few simple moments like this was enough to make her feel like there was so much more to the world. The world that had changed so much from the days of old where human and pokemon were friends. Her hues slowly closed as she let the water soak into her skin. Such thoughts were not often in her mind, so she regarded them a bit warily. That was when she felt a slight chill in the once hot room. Her skin naturally shivered as she wrapped her arms around herself. Soft breaths came out in a fog of the small bathing area. "why is it so suddenly cold?" she thought to herself. Her small form turned to look back through the thin curtain that held only a bit of visual comfort at being hidden. The door seemed in its normal position and she didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Then why the sudden cold gust? She frowned as thoughts pondered through her head. Perhaps, was it Eli? She knew the man to have walked in on her a few times before. He normally had something to say though and didn't just leave. The thought was enough to make her shut off the water and pull the curtain back. Neatly wrapping a towel around her body she moved in front of her mirror. She gave herself a quick look over her navy-blue hair sticking to her body from being wet. With a small sigh she gently brushed it out and left it down long. She pulled on some pants and a shirt with no sleeves. It was good enough, and she thought it was enough to be presentable. She took her goggles gently and put them around her neck for now. The towel was folded and put over the shower curtain. She would have to dry that later and get it cleaned. For now the thought was put aside as she exited. She looked around her room and nothing seemed out of place. She moved to her window for a moment and let the breeze take her. She had to find out if it was Eli after all. Her eyes moved to her main door as she walked to it exiting her room and coming to a hall of silence. She hated the silence of this place, it drove her to an edge that she didn't like. Perhaps one of the few traits she had developed from being around Eli. She slowly walked down the steps making no noise and automatically heading to the kitchen. He always tended to go their first after all. "Eli?" she called softly as she entered the room. However, the sight that came to her was not the male who had a fashion statement for goggles like herself, but to someone else. "Kaska." she replied instead knowing that red hair anywhere. "W-What are you doing here? I mean how did you get in? I mean.. " her words slowly started to fade as a deep blush started to come over her face. The person in the bathroom.. it had been him. [STYLE=margin-left: 50px; opacity: 0.7; -moz-opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font: 9px arial;]TAGS ?! Kaska WORDS ?! :'D LYRICS ?! dysfunctional family, cinema bizarre NOTES ?! LOL, good luck Kaska[/style] [/style]

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