<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:13:24.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crimson Blood</title><subtitle type='html'>The red stuff which bonds us together...my other side, the self I lost...who am I?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-1215038627660969341</id><published>2010-08-07T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T02:00:53.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My mind wandered throughout the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking about what you'll say to me...when you finally know the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you cry or smile like an angel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me a hug or just apologize to me...I really have no clue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I gathered up my courage, I knew I had to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just couldn't keep these emotions bottled up anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO I walked right up to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Told you when and where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet me after class, I have something to share with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm a little bit nervous...a little bit nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because whispering those three words , is harder than shouting out loud in a crowd.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not like I've never said it before, it's just that this's the first time I would be saying them to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I hope I do this right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That my words reached your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope it's not unrequited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But even so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad i told you tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-1215038627660969341?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/1215038627660969341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=1215038627660969341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/1215038627660969341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/1215038627660969341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2010/08/song.html' title='song'/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-7397011812794007651</id><published>2009-07-20T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:30:40.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow...how long has it been since I last posted here? I'm back today mainly cause I realised how out of touch I am with all the people I've met and befriended during secondary school. I saw Shu Huak on last saturday night and I stared straight to her face and we walked past each other as though we were strangers. I guess she couldn't recognise me anymore haha. This reminded me of how Wenxi also couldn't recognise me during my JC days. I have to admit...I'm quite sadden by it...haha. So today I went to Shu Huak's blog to see how they were doing and apparantly Wenxi is leaving Singapore to study overseas? Wow...I guess I dunno what else to say anymore here...except that I guess its my fault in the first place. I never bothered to keep in touch with anyone. I guess if I ever have any regrets in life this would be one of them...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know no one visits this blog anymore as well since I havent been updating since secondary school. So I guess this is a perfectly safe place for my unsung thoughts, an unprotected santuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit...I do miss my secondary school days, I miss everyone from then. Though life goes on, sometimes we just can't help but wanna take a walk down memory lane once more no?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways there's no reason for this blog other than to write about how I feel during the little spare time I have outside of army camp. Its not all bad though, I've made some good friends in camp too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, till the next time I feel like blabbling out my thoughts and feelings I shall end my post on this bitterweet note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-7397011812794007651?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/7397011812794007651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=7397011812794007651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/7397011812794007651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/7397011812794007651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-115442866684251732</id><published>2006-08-01T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T03:37:46.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WEeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEeee birthday le. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi finally turn sixteen can watch NC16 movies liao. Then cause today is a very memorable birthday so wan blog blog/record record here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, Shao Hong ask mi wan what as birthday present, then mi joking joking say wan a AE86. Haha...but in the end say let him choose give wad lo. So today expecting to recieve something ma, but you kno wad? In the morning, I recieved two black markers for my birthday from Shao Hong and Jun yu. So that time...mi very disappointed le. Cause expecting something ma, then get markers... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then mircale happen for me, cause after school they go my house then Junyu gave me a ice-cream box say is my birthday present. That time a bit shock lo, but didn't show la. Then he say muz wait until he go le then can open de box. SoOo...yeah after that he go le, left me and shao hong to play Need For speed Underground 2. So mi open de box lo. To my surprise...haha...inside got one AE86. Those kind of buy le muz fix fix de. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...so can say mi touch le la...haha...thanks a bunch u two~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-115442866684251732?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/115442866684251732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=115442866684251732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/115442866684251732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/115442866684251732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2006/08/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-birthday-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-115184146564211824</id><published>2006-07-02T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T04:57:45.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of giving up a dream?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 'finished' chinese tuition today...and well...my teacher asked where I was going to go with my studies. What kind of job would you like to do when you grow up? [Oral topic] Yeah I kno I kno, MT O level exams are over already so why still got tuition? Apparently my father wants me to continue till we kno our MT results...and well the teacher could obviously tell I'm a bit reluctant. SoOo anyways back to the topic~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically have absolutely no idea wad  kind of job i wan when i grow up. I dun wanna be jus some dude there doing business. Or a worker at some company. To me...those jobs are juz plain boring. But...if those aren't the jobs I am going to do...then wad am I going to work as in the future&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know me, know that I love to coop up ideas for stories and battles. From  character designs to weapon designs...and well have this dream to be an ACTUAL game designer from singapore. BUT how the hell I am going to get there???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...once again...i have no idea... @_@'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Troubled*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-115184146564211824?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/115184146564211824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=115184146564211824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/115184146564211824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/115184146564211824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2006/07/yo-have-you-ever-thought-of-giving-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-114994888002449439</id><published>2006-06-10T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T07:14:40.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*stares at wardrobe* ('.')&lt;br /&gt;*Sees the same clothes as he does everyday* (-_-)'&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to go shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...its just a thought. Anyways...so how is everyone doing so far on their 'holidays'? World cup began yesterday, umm...technically today and WC fever shuld be spreading around the world now. Hmm but some how, the days that go by still seems boring...especially when there are still tonnes of homework to finish...and revision that u're obligated to do. Finished one paper today, and then got hooked on initial d again. Been doing that quite often lately...aaahhh... Jus dun feel like doing homework. &gt;.&lt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well intensive studying will start soon for me as well...seriously not looking forward to it. But unfortunately...it is unavoidable if i plan to do ok for my mid-yr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...think i'll go back and brush up on my driving skills... [inital d-ing somemore]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-114994888002449439?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/114994888002449439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=114994888002449439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/114994888002449439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/114994888002449439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2006/06/stares-at-wardrobe.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-114942275668315133</id><published>2006-06-04T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T05:05:56.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We may never meet again, but we will never forget as well~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As how most people put it, time flies...when you least expect it to. We're sec 4 this year, and taking our O levels sooner then we may think. And after that...in a way...we might be saying goodbye to someone for the very last time as we might never see that person again. At the end of our story together, another will begin. And then everyone would be leading seperate lives then. And in that sense...what lies ahead after our hardwork and determination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More hardwork...and perhaps even bitterness as our lives continue...and yet despite these endings...we must continue to work hard, study hard...for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope? Love? Maybe even for time to do the things you want later on... What's your reason for struggling so hard? Have you ever thought of it? The things that motivates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just let my chinese tuition teacher looked at the O level paper we took. And well...I did pretty badly for the first part. With that...I wondered if i dissappointed her? And on to another subject, english...i did horribly for paper two. Okays then, how about math? Lets not even go there! [Forgotten so many formulas...] *Sighs like an old man*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason...a heavy sense of saddness has befallen me. &gt;_&lt;'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-114942275668315133?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/114942275668315133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=114942275668315133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/114942275668315133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/114942275668315133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-may-never-meet-again-but-we-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-114809296205554566</id><published>2006-05-19T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T20:12:29.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...its been a long time ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Frozen wings~ Drift nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year was 2157.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within the cold regions of Mount Everest, was one of the Seven Wonders of the World. A gigantic ice cave the size of a shopping mall was discovered there by one of the hikers who wanted to overcome the mountain. Within it, lied many ice walls that later on were found to be part of an ice maze that filled up the entire cave. Afraid of losing their way inside the maze, no one had ever dared to explore it and discover what secrets were hidden within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, no one could figure out how the cave came to be...or what the maze was trying to protect from curious visitors. From the looks of it, the maze looked like it was formed naturally, but yet...it was almost impossible for it to form just nicely to make complicated mazes like this. It had people wondering if other beings from another planet were responsible for it. In that thought, it became one of the six wonders of the world. However tourist and researchers were always discouraged by the cold to explore the maze. So hardly anyone ever visited it...and it was almost forgotten before one day, a bold and famous researcher decided to do an expedition on it. What he found...would soon change the world we knew it forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of reporters gathered around the middle aged man and his team of scientists as they were about to board the plane, questions were continuingly shooting at them. "Why the sudden interest in the maze professor Karris?" "Is it true you believe a new species of dinosaurs might be hidden deep within it like those you had found in the Grand Canyon before?" "Does it have any relation to your previous research?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor signaled for the press to calm down as he told them that he would answer them one by one. "Firstly...I don’t know what we might find there. It could be anything and yet...nothing at all. We are just heading out to clear everyone's doubts concerning that place. My group of researchers and I had always been fascinated by the wonders of the world, this is just a first step in our goal to solving all of their mysteries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you would be going to other 'wonders' after you've finished with this one, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes...now if you'll excuse me...my plane is about to take off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the group boarded the plane, one of the professor's team members asked him, "Seriously speaking...what you expect to find there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The middle-aged man in a brown jacket and matching blue jeans grinned widely before answering. "Something amazing...there's no doubt about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However his confident answer soon turned out to be the exact opposite of what they found for the first few weeks. They had explored almost half of the maze...but yet found nothing but just more and more ice walls and passages. However the professor never gave up and remained optimistic about their expedition. His team on the other hand...was losing morale with each passing day. And before long they got fed up as they found their final and last passage to come to another dead end. "This is ridiculous...I hate to say this but...there's nothing here professor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karris pretended to be indulged in his work, so as to ignore his comment. As he continued to examine the ice wall that was blocking their passage, he asked that very same assistant. "Did you bring the drill I asked for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes but still...don't you think this is just a waste of time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, there were already many other complains that day. However it never bothered the professor, as he knew they would continue working. But saying that what they were doing was just a waste of time finally got to him. As much as he hated to admit it...he knew that...they might just very well be right... "Look. If you can't even have the patience to see things through, then how in the world do you expect to accomplish anything? This is just the beginning...there are so many other places in this world we have to explore. So much more work to do... There would be times when we might find something incredible, but there would also be others when we won't find anything at all. So if you can't take it...then I suggest you should save yourself the trouble, and just go ahead and quit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost for words...the assistant could only go back to their campsite to get the drill. After all...they were in the middle of nowhere, its not like there was any other place he could go to if he had quit. And in a way...he couldn't help but agree with the man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In life...things don't always go your way...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the drill finally in place and working, everyone gathered around in wait to see what they would find. Everyone was eager to know...if the efforts of their work would pay off. That all the cold they had embraced was worth it. In a few moments, their burning desire to know would all be quenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wall of ice broke, revealing even larger walls of ice...but this time...the walls were connected to allow only one straight path to walk towards a chamber. The professor smiled at the sight and said to his team, "Behold..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes...most times, things don't go our way. Though sometimes things do...and that might not exactly be a good thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the frozen wall was a long pathway towards a large chamber of ice. Along the path were large ice walls that contained within them weird creatures and pieces of a broken pirate ship. As the professor walked down the so-called hallway, he realized that the creatures that were frozen within looked a lot like their fellow humans. Just that the creatures had sharper ears and horns on their heads. Some located higher up even had wings. "Incredible." He whispered to himself in amazement as he presumed that these creatures must have been part of a different breed of human beings. However what was frozen at the end of the chamber...would change the way he saw the world forever. As behind the frozen ice, was a young girl with a pair of tainted white wings sticking out from her back. Yes...there was no mistake...it was a real life angel, the discovery of the century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~***~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years have past since that day...and another group of two was nearing the excavation site. Covered in gray robes to protect themselves from the cold weather, the two marched on in the deep snow. One was a young man, the other a female who didn't look any older then him. Together they approached what remains of the maze...in search of the truth. As they were nearing the site, the female finally asked a burning question she had been dying to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're going to the ice maze right? You've brought me all the way here...to this treacherous ice mountain without even letting me leave a goodbye to them...Now that we're soon nearing it...its high time I know why..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who was walking in front of her stopped for a moment and turned his head slightly to answer her. "You'll know soon enough..." And they continued on like this for another moment before the young lady could no longer contain the fear she felt about the truth. Shivering in cold and desperation, she fell to her knees and cried out to the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No...you don't get it... I think...I already do...I know what I am Reiner..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~***~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was during the time the two stayed in the hotel on the foot of the mountain, that she discovered the terrible truth. The man had to run some errands on that day...and regrettably...he had forgotten to lock the door to his room. The lady, seeing his laptop still turned on decided to help switch it off for him...But what she didn't know was that what Reiner was viewing before...was actually an entire file of her life. Even parts where she didn't knew about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The reason I came along with you...everything I wanted to know...it should all be here then." She said to herself as she saw her name at the top of the computer file. "RENA"&lt;br /&gt;As she read through the words, she could distinctly recall the exact words the man had said to her on that supposedly special day, her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were alone then...and were taking the subway to her house. There was no shortage of seats on that day as well, as the carriage was pretty much empty. Everything was going well for them. They had the train all to themselves...but oddly, as Rena made herself comfortable by seating. Reiner decided to stand and lean on a pole in front of her instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy birthday Rena." He said with a gentle smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh...thanks..." she replied happily as they were on their way to a birthday party held at her house. And...Krion was going to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you remember your real birthday though?" Reiner asked doubtfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, the cheerful mood between them quickly changed. And Rena tried her best to reply without sounding sad, "How could I? I don't remember the things that happened before I was ten. Besides...does it matter? I'm content with what I have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reiner's face soon had a smirk on it. He could tell that she was lying. "Are you sure? What if I told you...I know when is your real birthday...that I know why you lost your memories? That I know who your real parents are?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending it was a joke, Rena decided to reply playfully. "Oh stop kidding around Reiner...we're almost there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, but I'm speaking the truth daughter of angels." Reiner said with such confidence that Rena couldn't help but be convince that he knew something she didn't. "Just who are you Reiner? I've always thought you were just joking about these things...But if you are for real...since you know something about my past...then tell me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's my intention all along Rena...but on one condition though..." he said slyly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Name it." Rena replied immediately, as she could no longer stand his teasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine then...come with me. Skip the party tonight and come with me. I'll show you what I know. And then you'll understand why I've always told you that you and he could never work out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment of hesitation...the lady of angels agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~***~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So...you've discovered the truth...well then, let us hasten our pace. You need to face your past sooner or later anyways." Reiner instructed as he began walking faster towards the ice cave. Rena followed closely behind without even uttering a single word of resistance. After all...it was she who wanted to know the truth...and now...there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finally reached the cave...they found it to be sealed up by large, fallen pieces of ice. Reiner in response took out a much worn out scroll from his jacket. Holding it up towards the ice, he whispered out the words 'Release, my inferno...'&lt;br /&gt;A gush of red wind was then summoned, blasting through the ice and creating a path for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they walked along the newly opened pathway, Reiner began his explanation to Rena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Five years back...you were discovered by a group of researchers. You were living proof that angels existed and lived among us. And not only that, your body was dated to be over three thousand years old...causing many researchers to believe that an ancient civilization existed. However that was where the discoveries ended for them. You were stolen only a few days after recovering you. And the cave was soon lost to the researchers as well due to an unnatural earthquake causing the cave to collapse.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So...I'm an angel...right? That much I know...but u said u knew my birthday...that u knew who my parents are..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes...I did say that. You see...in search for ancient scrolls, my master found a passage in the written history of the ancient civilization, mentioning about the door to the heavens...and the scrolls guarding the door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care about this stuff! What do they have to do with me anyways?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...my lady, it concerns you greatly...because you are the key, the goddess who was destined to open the door. Only with your blood, will the seal be broken. In pursuit to end your life so that the angels would not have the chance to use the powers of the gods, the demons chasing you were frozen together with your ship by a weird phenomenon later on named as the "Glacier storm." It was a storm that freezes everything in its path, and the mark of the beginning of the end of the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So all that stuff about knowing my parents...about my birthday... You were lying weren't you? You never met them before...how could you? They died over three thousand years ago...I'm...I'm...No...it's not possible to meet them anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However as soon as the pathway ended and they entered the hidden chamber, Reiner shouted out loudly and pointed to a blur couple hugging each other. Surrounding them were the remains of a broken ship. But the flag from that ship frozen by the ice had a symbol not like an angel but of a devil’s. It was a devil's ship. "On the contrary lady of angels, there they are...I presume they were trying to save you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rena was pleasantly surprised...she was going to see them after all. Her wish, her reason to travel all the way here with Reiner...was partially fulfilled... In her moment of joy, she ran towards where they were. Even though they are now frozen and couldn't reply her...it was still comforting to know that they were only an ice wall away from her. And yet that very fact quickly made her depressed. It was a bittersweet meeting...but a meeting non-the less. Kneeling down before them, she tried to hug the ice though it was painstakingly cold and would soon give her skin frostbites. "Am I home?" she asked doubtfully, as her heart still felt like something was amiss.&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that question, Reiner stared at her as though she was nothing more but a pitiful stranger to him. Even though they had only known each other for only a year, the times he and she spent with Krion and his siblings were blissful and filled with mostly joy. Because of that...he had always thought that she was truly happy there, but she proved him wrong when she agreed to go with him, and now she proved him wrong once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They say home is where your heart is lady. Do you know where your heart lies now?" Reiner decided to ask with a serious tone of voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rena didn't know the answer...the only thing she could think of this past year was to meet her parents...nothing else mattered during that year...and so...her heart had forgotten. It was though the mention of the word 'parents' had triggered a spell on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid...I cannot recall..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting out a sigh of disappointment, Reiner decided to give her hints, "Is it with a person? Is it with a place? Think Rena...recall...when was the last time your heart felt like it belonged somewhere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking his advice without question, like a naive child, her eyes began staring aimlessly, her mind blank before was now starting to be filled with memories...and a familiar voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just the two of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you once...as long as I am with you...my world is all I can ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is yours like that too?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments she spent with him...moments she was angry with him...moments she was crying with him...and yes...moments she was smiling with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Krion." She whispered to herself as she finally remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Perhaps what I was looking for...was there all along...' she thought to herself, as her eyes couldn’t help but shed tears of sadness. And with that thought...her tired soul led her to sleep. Reiner who was looking from a distance away, led out a gently grin before the moment was interrupted by a strong and confident voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So that's why she left..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hien..." Reiner whispered as he recognized his voice, the voice of Krion's brother. He was a young teenager around the same age as Reiner. His brown hair was styled upwards on one side, while the other side slightly covering part of his emerald eyes. Wearing a white mantle accompanied with a sleeveless coat. Reiner could sense his increase in angelic energy as Hien took out a pair of feathers from beneath his coat. "It's been a long time hasn't it Reiner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It has...but nothing's change with the situation of our last meeting and the one now... You came for her didn't you? For Krion's sake, am I right?" Reiner questioned as he turned his body slowly to face him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid that is incorrect Reiner, lapdog of my father. I come for the sake of the world. Besides...I've got a score yet to settle with you." Hien replied as he began his slow steps forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah. I see...you come for the Devil's sake. I see no other way then...this won't end if I don't defeat you here!" Reiner shouted as he extended a pair of swords right out from the flesh of his palms and charged towards Hien with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes...lets settle it here and now!" Hien fired back, annoyed and frustrated as he recalled their last encounter. Welding a feather in each hand, he whispered the command, "Unfold, feathers of abhorrence." And the feathers soon multiplied themselves, covering Hien's hands while falling to the floor. As they did, a pair of winged swords could be seen in each hand as they clashed almost immediately as they appeared upon Reiner's own bloody swords. Unlocking their swords against each other, Reiner retreated back before extending blades from each of his fingers and charging forward again. However he was soon stopped by a swing of Hien's sword upwards, sending the feathers that had fallen, up afloat again blinding him from his enemy. And within that moment, he could feel his back being sliced, and the blood flowing out from the wound splashing onto the icy floor behind him. "Fast...I couldn't even sense he was coming..." Reiner whispered in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Reiner tried his best to continue standing, he tried to find him again. However he soon found himself being slashed again by a sharp blast of energy on to his shoulder. "It appears you've gotten stronger Hien..." Reiner commented as he fell to his knees while panting and trying to cope with the pain. "But I'm afraid..." he continued as he stood back up again, and crushed another blast of energy that was flying towards him. "You're not that strong!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, Reiner dash towards Hien again. Dodging any blasts of light flying towards him and clashing as hard as he could against Hien's swords, forcing the angel back a step. The two were then soon locked in an intense sword fight as they exchanged blows with each other. As they continued, the friction of their swords sliding against each other created a rain of sparks around them till one final blow was sent towards each other. When the blow occurred, Reiner found himself being blown back by the intense forces exploding from their swords...they seemed evenly matched. Or so he thought till he faintly saw Hien above him grinning followed by a sharp light flying towards him, slashing again at his shoulder wound. Screaming in pain, his body spun and crashed into an ice wall, shattering the ice structures around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hien waited for any signs of fight left in Reiner before approaching closer to retrieve Rena's sleeping body. As he lifted her up with both hands, Reiner's annoyed voice could be heard shouting at him. "Heh what about mother? Are you coming for her soon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hien upon hearing that, he stared coldly at the defeated Reiner before replying. "Yeah...you can be sure of that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah...that's good. I'll be waiting then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;End~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-114809296205554566?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/114809296205554566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=114809296205554566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/114809296205554566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/114809296205554566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2006/05/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-114380469953421443</id><published>2006-03-31T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T03:31:39.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to go to ptc soon...for once in my life...actually worried about it sia... Cause even SH got scolding for his results...think I'm going to die... His that kind of results still cannot get into good JC...so I don't think I'm going to go anywhere far...already struggling like crazy le...till a point want heck care le...if get pushed more...think I'll break sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...depressing day today also... Was looking so forward to getting my hands on KH2!!!! And completing it by this week...BUT then...the uncle say next monday then come...so now totally in low spirits... Tomorrow also got bio test...no mood to study flowers...no matter how beautiful they may be...I'm just not motivated... Might heck care it also...or just study as much as I can tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less then half an hour left...where's my dad...? Did he forget??? X_x'&lt;br /&gt;Just feel like running away now...yeah...that's one of my reasons why I run in the morning...I wish to run away from it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world against you, and you can barely stand.&lt;br /&gt;Would you turn tail and run?&lt;br /&gt;Would you choose to forget the dreams you were chasing for before?&lt;br /&gt;The reason you choose to stand here...&lt;br /&gt;Was it for her/him?&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly remember anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-114380469953421443?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/114380469953421443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=114380469953421443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/114380469953421443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/114380469953421443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2006/03/going-to-go-to-ptc-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-114373220192980574</id><published>2006-03-30T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T07:23:34.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here to update my links actually, but then...why not blog as well? Hmm...well ptc is tomorrow, I'm sure everyone knows that by now. Haha...then again...how could anyone not? Anyways...currently watching LOST season 2 right now. And they are going into that weird hatch!!!! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Went to watch tv]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waahh just finished a touching scene...then one very exciting one...then....then....comercial break.......................................................... &gt;&lt;'&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind...still have another hour...&lt;br /&gt;Okays...back to blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sure everyone had gotten back their CA1 results as well, did you all do well? Well the main thing is that...I was totally unsatisfied with my english marks...kept questioning if I was truly that lousy...What's worse is that Shao Hong scored 4 marks more then mi...which is ALOT!!!! Which as well equals to my so called trademark phrase this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SIGHS..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well can't say I disagree that I use it alot this few months...but then...that's how my life has been... Just plainly disapointing.&lt;br /&gt;Is it my fault?&lt;br /&gt;Just what did I do to be fated like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disapointing fate makes one sigh,&lt;br /&gt;no amount of light is sufficient to brighten up one's life.&lt;br /&gt;Lost and confusion is part of everyone's days.&lt;br /&gt;Smiles forgotten, frowns remains...&lt;br /&gt;Tell me...&lt;br /&gt;How is your life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-114373220192980574?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/114373220192980574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=114373220192980574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/114373220192980574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/114373220192980574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2006/03/here-to-update-my-links-actually-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-114286152777804136</id><published>2006-03-20T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T05:32:07.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last time I left here feeling a strong urge to die, today I come here with a new feeling. A feeling of hopelessness...haha. Things still feel like they're falling apart...I dunno why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...it just seems that no matter what I do...its always going to be wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sick today as well...sore throat...hopefully things will get better...hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be strong, stay strong...~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-114286152777804136?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/114286152777804136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=114286152777804136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/114286152777804136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/114286152777804136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-time-i-left-here-feeling-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-114156136054667243</id><published>2006-03-05T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T04:22:58.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh exams...oh how much I hate you...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently taking a break [a long break] from studying. And you know what I learnt? Life SUX haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay...enough ranting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets see now...recently as I'm studying I tend to listen to the radio to get my mind off things...and well there was this story that really...hmm...dunno how to describe...its just a story that questions people's goal in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes something like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a fisherman living on an island. Everyday he would catch some fishes, go back home. Spend the day chatting with friends and the nights on long walks on the beach with his wife. One day a young scholar came to this island on holiday. He too decided to go fishing. However no matter how hard he tried, he just could not get a good catch. While for the fisherman, even though all he had was a small net...he always came back with a good catch. One day the scholar couldn't stand it any longer, he went up to the fisherman and asked how come he could catch fish so well. The fisherman simply said that it was because he knew the area well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scholar then suggested he start his own fishing company, the fisherman simply replied with a question, "Then what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you can earn enough money to expand your company. Buy more boats, hire more people." he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then what?" the fisherman asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you can go to ammerica to expand your company even further! And make alot alot of money!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...once you have earned money you can retire to an island. Maybe fish for fun? Chat with friends all day? Spend romantic moments with your wife during the night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fisherman grinned when he heard that, and replied in a questioning tone, "Isn't that my life now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...was there ever a time you felt like just lying down and die? Well anyways...I've been thinking of writing a new different story...I'll post more about it when I have the chance...for now...I just feel like dying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-114156136054667243?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/114156136054667243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=114156136054667243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/114156136054667243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/114156136054667243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-113992340521708828</id><published>2006-02-14T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T05:23:49.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SoOo how's everyone's valentine night? Wait...this blog is about me...soOo that question should be for me instead...hmm...you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well read on then my friend. I'm currently ignoring the pile of homework in my bag and here typing. Wait a minute...just for one second...its valentine day right? So if there should be any reason to ignore homework...wouldn't it be because you wanted to spend more time with your special someone? Instead I'm here shooting my mouth off. Just came out of my bathroom screaming as well...guess it wasn't enough...I'm not okay....I'm still not okay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...she totally blew me off...disappeared without a trace. Well at least I got juz a tiny winny little bit of affection from her this morning right? Should I be rejoicing? For goodness sake NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has changed...whenever I told her the three special words, she would always say it back to me to let me know she feels the same way. And the emotional words of our charm, when I promised...she would usually promised back as well...maybe I'm over-reacting? Maybe she's just stressed out by sec 3 life? Or maybe its me who is totally freaking out cause of everything I need to do for sec4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whichever the case...I'm not okay...I'm not okay... I find myself slowly becoming darker...my personality as well... Is it because I've been hurt too much? Is it because of stress? That I'm becoming this person I do not reconigze... Or did the devil in me finally found its way out through sheer force of depression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She didn't even wish me a happy valentine day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It didn't matter to her anymore...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I feel...is none of her concern...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not okay...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish to smile...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile like a devil!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted from her...I did not get...all I detested about her...they come in two folds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying, smiling madly?... Screaming definitely...Wishing for her? Maybe...but it would only be for an explaination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know me? I ask...maybe...maybe not...but if you don't know me...then why are you here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you claim to love me...when you don't even know when I'm feeling upset...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh...one who knows nothing...I'm vindicated because of you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Set me free? If you can't even spare an effort to comfort me...then please...please leave...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me be anti social, let me be happy in my solitude. In my unhappy frowns...let me be me again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know no peace with you calling out the devil inside me~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-113992340521708828?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/113992340521708828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=113992340521708828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/113992340521708828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/113992340521708828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2006/02/sooo-hows-everyones-valentine-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-113870081914634583</id><published>2006-01-31T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T01:46:59.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WeEeeEEEhhhhHH! New blogkin and story update after bloggers award! Lol...its still black and white though, can't help it...my fav colours. Haha... After experimenting for sometime with paint, then finished it. *Realizes its a damn troublesome program* After saving your whole project once edited has that patch of blank stuff on...plus I don't have the options to do any beautiful graphics... Sighs...limited space to work, so its still black and white. Haha...at least it looks more like a blog now. Even has a Krion plushie on the first page...haha...[it was originaly bigger...much bigger. But troublesome to see as much scrolling was needed so I made it smaller. XP]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways now I'm stuck in a dilemma...with homework... To do amaths? Or study for humanities? *think, think think*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-113870081914634583?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/113870081914634583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=113870081914634583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/113870081914634583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/113870081914634583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2006/01/weeeeeeehhhhhh-new-blogkin-and-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-113860876586072762</id><published>2006-01-29T23:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T00:49:40.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zuru eight~ Divided drifts, this is where we choose to stand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yearning to be enshrouded by darkness, we feel the comfort of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Though the lone star shines brightly, we do not fear its light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing and longing, we learn to take flight.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing when we'll find...&lt;br /&gt;The reason why...&lt;br /&gt;Fate likes to lie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She isn't here..." a young teenager whispered to himself as he saw a whole group of teenage girls being guided back to their transport vehicle in a panicky manner. Scanning through their faces, he confirmed the sad truth to himself before heading into the same vehicle as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We have news of the kidnapped girls...tomorrow at dawn...we leave to save them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing the announcement of their next mission, a young man suddenly stood up from his chair. Before realizing that everyone that was seated for the briefing was now staring at him. Their commander in response made out a fake cough to attract everyone's attention back to the screen. The young teen then quickly took the opportunity to seat back down. And gave the commander a slight smile as though trying to send a message to him. "Thanks." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It was a heavily armored combination of a ship and tank, large enough to carry three cars and still have space for a few jet cycles. As soon as everyone was on board, another male's voice shouted to him from the second level of the hanger to close the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Krion!" In response, the young man quickly punched in the key codes to shut the hanger doors...just in time to stop three bolts of red lighting from frying everyone inside. The next order came simultaneously, "Battle stations everyone! Jet cycle squadrons prepare to launch once we reach shore. Gunners, take your position! We're shooting down this angel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the armored vehicle, a black winged angel was giving chase. He had stunning silky black hair, and wore a black and red coat with matching shoulder armor. In his hand was a long purple sword with the ability to extend outwards like as though there were three swords joined together by a black extending mechanism. In between the mechanism would be slots to summon bolts of lighting that he frequently use against the armored ship, but they soon prove to be pointless as the bolts immediately burst into a display of red lights when they came in contact with their target. Though his assault was failing, he didn't seem to let up and continued attacking constantly in hopes of slowing the vehicle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gunners on my signal...fire!" the commander of the ship shouted. And almost immediately, the already aimed cannons of their ship unleashed their fury upon the angel. "Heh..." the angel grinned before diving into their fire while dodging every single blast of energy and bullets. As he closed in, he positioned his sword and slash off the rail guns located on the left corner of the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Left arms down sir, water flooding into hanger bay. Closing second armor walls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneously another report came in, "Frontal cannons have been disabled...electro magnetic barrier losing power... Five more strikes from his sword and we are defenseless!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are we almost reaching shore?" Teris demanded to know while running towards the navigation control center of the ship. "Negative sir. It may take another fifteen minutes or so before we reach Hemi harbor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trying to come up with a solution, Teris moment of thought was disturbed by a piece of good news. "Two jets approaching sir. They are one of ours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to the news, Teris quickly pushed a button on his earphones to establish a signal with the jets. "This is commander Teris, excellent timing. We need you to distract the angel till we reached shore. After that, we're leaving everything else to Krion's jet cycle squadron."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Affirmative. Captain Lufi here. Black wings squadron-intercepting target in five, four three, two, one. Missiles one launching." A reply was given as from one of the computer screens in the control room, two black jets came into sight... Each firing a heat-seeking missile locked onto the angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel once noticing the tubes of doom, spun his body while extending his sword's mechanism. When he was in position he aimed and fired twin arrows of red lighting, intercepting the missiles and exploding into a red cloud of smog. As the smog distracted the pilots, he took the opportunity to dash straight towards the two jets. Once more his sword extended into eleven blades, but just as he was going to slice off one of the jet's wings...they spun side-wards dodging his sword just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darn...just who is this guy?" Lufi thought to herself while being annoyed by the angel's speed. Launching her jet upwards into the clouds, the black winged angel followed closely behind, his sword ready to fire his already summoned arrows. As soon as she reached the clear skies above, she made sure she was hovering just in front of the sun. Blocking its rays for a certain area. And as predicted, the angel emerged from the clouds within the covered area. Lufi grinned and quickly jet away, revealing the strong rays of light unto the angel. Blinded, the angel covered the rays with one of his hands. He closed his eyes tightly as the piercing rays hurt too much to bear. Being too distracted, he soon found himself being hit by two positron explosions. Even though his mind blocked the thought of the pain, he soon found himself falling back towards the sea. His body unable to help itself crashed harshly into the blue sea. The impact caused a considerably large wave that helped his prey to finally reach the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Krion was waiting patiently for his turn to play out his own triumph cards against the angel. While he was waiting, he pondered upon the words of their weapon specialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Are you kidding me? No human can possibly pull that off! Let alone carry that bulky thing!" Krion argued in disbelief as a middle- aged man in a white lab coat showed him the battle simulation of his new creation. "This weapon was specially designed to suit your odd preference of constantly switching guns and swords. Most people would just choose one and stick with it. But it seems that from the training records, your constant switching is slowing down your battle efficiency quite a bit. You have great potential, but your habit is driving many instructors... Ahem...a tad bit annoyed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that, Krion interrupted to ask, "What does they being annoyed have to do with this piece of junk you've come up with?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well...they thought that the only way to solve this problem is through your newly assigned weapon." The man explained as he lifted up the white curtains in their laboratory to reveal a twin lance the size of two tables. Walking towards the table the weapon was on, the man explained in greater detail, "Each blade can be separated into three parts a handgun, a positron blaster. And lastly a reaper like sword. There are six parts in all, joining together to be a buster sword or a twin bladed lance. Now for the most important part, all weapons have been modified to fit into the hidden wings of your jet cycle compartment. Allowing easy access...and"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed by the long speech, Krion interrupted once more, "Sighs...it doesn't matter what I say does it? I'll still have to use it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey...I put a lot of work into this, don't make it sound like its such a bad thing." The man said disappointedly as he sat into his comfy-wheeled chair. "Haha...for one thing...you shouldn't have made it so large and heavy. I don't think anyone can lift it up when they are all joined together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll be surprise what people can do when they have been driven into a corner...and left with no other choice but to do the things they thought they once couldn't do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"When they have no other choice huh? Was he referring to me?" Krion wondered before the announcement for their launch was sounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Krion, the angel has taken down Lufi's units and is now currently right in front of us. Jet squadrons prepare to launch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright people, you know the drill!" Krion shouted as his clear and confidence voice could be heard throughout the hanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The count down immediately began, "Three, two, one." The armored tank opened up five doors to reveal five launch pads, each with its individual cycle firing straight towards the surprised angel. Extending his sword once more, the red lighting sprout out of his sword almost immediately. In the split second, the five cycles collided into each other and connected their frontal ram to release a large projectile of pink light. Shielding them from the angel's red lighting, while sending a powerful impact unto the angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Barbaric. You cannot defeat me with mere strength." The angel commented as he clashed his sword into their pink barrier, once he had enough grip on it he broke their barrier and repelled the five cycles in random directions with an even larger force. Krion upon the impact landed back onto the initial platform where he had launched. Not wasting any time, he charged back towards the angel while activating his pressure jets on his cycle's wings causing him to fly even faster into the angel's sword. Preparing his assault, he squatted on his seat and activated the pink barrier once more. As the angel clashed with his vehicle, Krion made a leap while somersaulting forward. In his hand his already drawn swords slashing the angel as he fall. Caught by surprise, the angel's back was brutally slashed at and his black coat ruined partly into shreds. Black feathers fell inevitably, as the angel's attention soon turned from the tank to his new prey. Spinning his body, he clashed his sword with Krion's with such an incredible force that it created a vacuum causing the air around them to dash in-between their weapons and practically shattering Krion's swords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krion upon the impact found himself flying straight into an administrative building, quickly he positioned himself to land feet first. Not knowing that someone in response catch him by letting him land safely on the back seat of his wall dashing jet cycle. As the cycle made a jump back onto the road, Krion got a good look of the rider. "Teris!" he shouted his name, half shocked while the other half relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just thought you might have forgotten something." He replied teasingly as he opened the winged compartment to reveal the weapons Krion insisted not to use. "Damn...did you really have to bring them along?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trust me kay? I was part of the design team for this. They'll suit you nicely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krion upon hearing that drew out two long rifles from the compartment and set one of them to sword mode where the handle of the rifle bended to form a sword handle, the other beam mode in its original intention. "Figures." He commented with an once of sarcasm as he fired the first blast of energy towards the fast approaching angel. Dodging it with ease while sliding his fingers along the blade of his sword, the sword soon glowed bright red and the angel immediately extended it to fire a rain of red lighting on to them. Teris in response fired the twin pressure jets on his cycle, giving him a boost in speed to dodge the attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From first glance the angel couldn't seem to catch up to them. However as though in the split second, when the two entered the approaching corner. He appeared before them and stabbed his sword straight into the speeding cycle. The two passengers on board were sent flying into the air by the cycle's momentum as the metallic parts of the cycle exploded before them and Krion's reserved weapons came flying out as well. As though it was a reflex action from their body, Krion and Teris adjusted their bodies and landed onto the road safely. Teris while doing so caught the handgun and scythe bladed sword that, were by sheer luck falling towards him. As soon as they had aim they began firing their weapons unto the angel. Amused by their persistency to kill him, the angel merely held his sword forward while spinning his extended sword and summoning blades of red lighting to deflect the beams and bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly he approached them, his eyes filled with a sinister glare. Licking his lips, the angel looked as though he was about to go on an insane slaughter rampage. As Krion and Teris prepared themselves mentally, the angel while lifting his sword all of a sudden vanished before them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However in the split second, he appeared right in front of a shocked Krion and sends a powerful blow towards him. In defense, Krion clashed his sword with the angel's but soon found himself unable to withstand the immense impact of the blow as his body without any signs of struggle found itself pushed back to a point where he felt as though he was flying backwards. Teris in response tried to slash the angel while he was distracted by running towards him as fast as he could before making a leap and spinning his body to swing his sword sideward, but once more the angel vanished before him. And reappeared a few meters away before disappearing again and reappearing to clash his sword with Teris's and causing him to struggle against being pushed back towards a building wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darn...is he teleporting?" he questioned while recovering from the attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No...he's merely moving too fast that it seems that way." A gentle voice replied to him. Turning back he saw a familiar ghostly figure floating behind him. Normally such a sight would have scared the hell out of someone, but for him...it had become an everyday affair. When he realized who she was, he asked her, "Can you see his movements then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, she bended down to whisper into his ear. "Clearly."&lt;br /&gt;However just as she finished her reply, the angel that they were talking about kicked Teris away before grabbing her by the throat. "My my... it would have seems my reapers have been severely slacking if they have let a spirit remain on this plane for such a long time that even this human has become comfortable talking to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trying desperately to free herself, Rika found it difficult to say anything under the angel's grip. Meanwhile surprised by the angel's comment, Teris while getting back up got curious and questioned about his identity. "You...you can see her too...hold her even... Just...just who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning his head to face the worn out man, the angel replied with a sinister tone. "I am...the being who controls fear. The being who invented fear...lord of the underworld...I am the god of hell. I am...the Devil himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked beyond belief of who the angel proclaimed himself to be, Teris fell back to his knees while trying to get up. 'So...there really is a hell and heaven...or is he trying to trick me? But he could hold her...he could hear, see and even touch her when no one else could...perhaps he truly is the Devil. But then what would he be doing here? What is his motive to capture those girls...' Teris questioned in his mind while still trying hard to believe that he was staring at the Devil himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, a voice shouted strongly, "You say that you are a god? Heh...haha...you got to be kidding me. God...gods don't exist!" Twin beams of white energy followed suit those words and were targeted straight at the angel, but once again they were deflected easily after letting the spirit go. However this time, right after the blast that had caught the angel's attention...came twin swords being swung towards him. Spinning his body, Krion slashed sideward aiming for his head. Though missing it completely, he continued spinning and slashing as the angel continued dodging backwards. "If you are a so called god...then tell me! Where in the world is she? Where is she!" he cried out while finishing his final swing before stopping to take a breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silently...I was always praying to him. To that so called almighty being from the heavens...but they were never answered... I was always ignored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the balcony of an apartment building, two students were busy preparing for their exams. Soon one of them finished early and stood up to admire the night sky. The other joined her soon enough. "Do you think we'll pass tomorrow?" she asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...we have been studying hard these past few days...I don't see why not?" her male companion answered in a clearly doubtful tone. Upon hearing his answer, she closed her eyes, kneeled down and held her hands close to her head. Puzzled by what she was doing, the male asked, "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;She replied with a gentle smile, "Praying to God silly. Since you sounded so unsure. I thought it might be good to have his blessings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You truly do believe he exist don't you?" he questioned worriedly as he didn't believe in such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He has my complete faith." She answered with no signs of doubt or worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he didn't want her to have false hope, he soon realized how much being able to believe that she could pass must mean to her. Placing his arms around her, he whispered into her ear with great confidence. "With or without his help...we'll pass the exams tomorrow...we will. Not only cause we can believe, but because of all the effort we have put in. We'll pass tomorrow." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her tensed body upon hearing his assurance soon relaxed and fell comfortably onto his body. Her eyes closed, and her breathing peaceful. It took a few minutes before the male realized that she had fallen asleep. "Silly girl..." he teased before carrying her to a couch and getting a blanket to cover her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel simply stared at him sinisterly, and did not answer. "You don't know do you...haha...I knew it...you are no god..." Krion commented in an insane and yet sad manner. "Heh...but I do know who you are Krion...I do know what runs in your veins. But there's something else about you that interest me greatly. You ran away from home just to search for this one girl. What is she to you Krion? That'll you would give up everything you had before. Even your family." The angel replied before snapping his fingers to summon waves of darkness from underneath Krion's feet. In a matter of moments they soon swallowed him into another world...into the Devil's world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world where dark clouds fill the night sky and from them rain that never ends, Krion found himself standing on the rooftop of an apartment building. The Devil stood hiding in the shadows of the other end. Around them was an entire city of dim lights, making sight blur and hard to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you had to choose...which would you choose? Your beloved?", the Devil raised one of his hands and a spotlight was shone towards one of the skyscraper's tall cross like head behind him. On it, a young girl was chained up asleep. "Or your sister perhaps?", snapping his fingers another spotlight was shone towards another girl on a similar skyscraper behind Krion. "Either way...I won't let you have any of them." The black winged angel taunted while pointing his swords at Krion. Caught in the dilemma of his own feelings, Krion simply charged forward with his existing weapons and swung them as hard and fast as he could. However once again hitting nothing as the angel vanished and appeared before him a second or two later to send him flying with a swing of his purple sword. Krion unable to help himself flew too far and fell off the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know what I want...I know what matters to me the most. And...there's no way...there's no way I'm letting such a small thing like defeating you! Get in my way of seeing her again!" Krion cried out as he switched his swords back to rifle mode and fired twin shots straight towards the ground. The force and impact to his surroundings soon caused his body to ascend vertically upwards, and finally stopping at the rooftop level. His journey then quickly continued as he kicked the ground to ascend higher into the skies. Switching his rifle back into a sword, he joined both weapons together and with the extra weight came crashing down towards the angel. Unfortunately for him, the angel vanished once more...this time reappearing above him. As soon as Krion realized where the angel was, he fired the twin rifles in sword mode towards the rooftop. Blasting himself straight into the angel, and clashing swords with him with an impact equal to the Devil's. Continuing his attack, Krion separated his swords but before he could make his next move...he found himself falling back down...and his rifles had ran out of energy...he had reached his limit with them. Taking the opportunity to finish it the angel extended his sword to summon eleven blades, before using his wings to send himself dashing towards Krion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However before he could even touch him, a pair of white energy shaped like angel wings sliced through the air between them...sending the signal for the angel to stop. Even though he was no longer being attacked, the emotionally and physically worn out teenager still couldn't help himself from crashing into the flooded rooftop floor. His body soon soaked into the cold numbing waters of the sky's tears and found itself, no longer capable of movement. The black winged angel landed gracefully besides him. On his face a slight smirk of fulfillment as he turned his attention to another teenager in a sleeveless long coat standing on another end of the rooftop. His hair one side jelled to the other, and his fringe hiding his eyes as he approached slowly with white winged swords in hand. "I've seen enough Legion, he obviously cares more for her then anything else...even his family. You were right...you were dead right..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now that my point is proven...I believe we have other matters to attend to...shall we?" the angel asked as with a snap of his fingers their surroundings returned to normal. And Krion found himself lying on the roadside, but it was still raining. With the last once of strength he had, he turned his head to see the Devil’s accomplice extending out a pair of white wings...and his suspicions confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Hien..." he whispered into the background of the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"But this is the road...the only road...where I can see her again."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Even if it has your disapproval all over it...I can't stop now."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Someone once said, in order to have something dear to hold on to...once we began something. We should see through it to the end. I remember...that person...was you"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The white winged teenager turned his head to look at his brother one last time, and commented before taking flight into the rainy skies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I know."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have to remind me...I know.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-113860876586072762?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/113860876586072762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=113860876586072762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/113860876586072762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/113860876586072762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2006/01/zuru-eight-divided-drifts-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-113828939841363004</id><published>2006-01-26T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T07:38:59.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okays okays I get it. I haven't updated for awhile now. But life is getting more and more hectic. Finally got some time to kick back and relax today. Was in a writting mood as well this past few days. Guess in a way its a way for me to release stress...to run away. Haha...been feeling kinda low lately as well. I seem to be becoming like Krion...angry/sad when she is nowhere to be found. Well come to think of it...I write based on how I feel, so it really shouldn't be that surprising...at least for me. DUnno about the rest of ya...haha tag my tagboard if you wish. X_&lt;' Lately there has been nothing more but test, homework, stuff, stuff, homework, test, more stuff, more homework and more tests in my life. And my so called dear is nowhere to be found. To be honest things aren't really working out...I'm starting to feel/always felt/ that she is more concern about other things then me...like her stupid ro characters...always training when we could be talking. Heck...in ro, she is always talking to others instead of me...leaving me there sitting besides her like an idiot. Whenever I tell her about the problems between us...she doesn't seem to change at all...just an okay. Dunno if I've written this before but she even went so far as to like another guy in the freaking game during the holidays... Sighs...I have rotten luck with woman/gals... Guess I'm just not fated to find...there I say it...love? X.x' Well like I said above, I've been writting...and another chapter of Krion's story is half way done. Its packed with more action this time, but introduces bits and bits of more characters. With the upcoming chapters, the plots and last few characters to introduce might be done...and lastly the cilmax would be approaching. Though its still like another 20k more words or more to go before I reach there. I've put alot of effort into this story, from weapon to even vehicle/vandread designs...I just hope I can finish it with a few more twists here and there. [I hope. Cause I find the plot to be enough for me.] And lastly I've even been in a poet mood cause of this movie Mrs Yee shown our class. "The dead poet society" I thought it was an excellent movie...even go as fas as inspired. And so I'm trying to come up with more poems, they would then be featured at the begining of each story. Portraying things sometimes, or there for your amusement.[ Of how lousy a poet or okay okay la a one I am] This is one I wrote today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the midnight rain, behind the twilight's gaze.&lt;br /&gt;To see your blossoming smile, she mesmerizes me in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the chaste moon, besides the river's sway.&lt;br /&gt;To be in touch of your gentle light, she comforts me mainly this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercing the solemn lock, warming the frozen lake.&lt;br /&gt;She may never be mine, but my lost... silent smile...&lt;br /&gt;Is at least surely here to stay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Haha...I'm love sick...but I know I'll never find the ONE. Haha...guess this is my life. ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-113828939841363004?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/113828939841363004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=113828939841363004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/113828939841363004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/113828939841363004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2006/01/okays-okays-i-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-113385864350440442</id><published>2005-12-05T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T07:20:18.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Drift five~ Because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the city of mirwi, a central city of trade for all over earth to mars. A tall mostly glass decorated skyscraper stood at the center of this magnificent technological achievement. The black shaded glass made the insides of the tower seem as though it was always night, the perfect atmosphere for any lover of the darkness and a typical headquarters for the black crusaders. This city was famous for its close link to mars mainly due to its craft launcher that makes use of electrically charged magnets to repel spacecrafts with so much force that they’ll reach the galactic space station in between the two planets. And from there the space station will launch the craft to mars. In return the process is repeated in mars as well and goods are transported to earth. As the earth rotates around the sun and is constantly spinning on its own axis, goods can only be transported over a certain period of time in one year. After the comfort zone, any goods launched would most likely not be able to reach mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the enormous male bathroom of the famous black tower, three fellow black crusader members stood in attention in front of their commander. A rumored ruthless man with no hesitation to kill or fire anyone, rumored just to make people fear him when in fact...he was just a stand in for the real commander. He was a middle-aged man, kind of short compared to his colleagues and had a distinguishing bushy moustache under his black sunglasses. He was sitting comfortably behind his nicely placed desk in the bathroom before all of a sudden standing up and shouting towards the crusaders. "Are you telling me that even with two jets and an fully upgraded EVO unit, that one insignificant VIPER got away from you three?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well technically, our EVO hasn't been fine tune yet...and come on! How do you expect us to catch something that was able to vanish into thin air!" one of them stepped up to defend them. His hair long and smooth covered his frustrated eyes from the disappointed commander. "You lost the runaway Krion... Am I right?" the commander asked once more. Not being able to deny the truth, Krion could only nod silently for his response. "Well then you three shall face the punishment." The commander ordered as he took out three plungers from behind him. "But sir!" the three protested but their pleas were unheard and they were still handed the plungers. "No buts! You three failed and now you have to face the consequences and plunge down the waste in those toilet bowls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that there was no way out, the three took hold of their plungers and began their work. Each desperately working hard to dispose of the disgusting waste in the toilet bowls. "Sheesh! What kind of punishment is this anyway? For goodness sake why can't we hire a plumber to fix these cubicles?" the female of the three complained as she pushed the flush button only to have the water splashing upwards, almost hitting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well our organization isn't exactly funded by charity you know? Besides this serves as a very morale boosting punishment. Wouldn't you say?" The commander explained as he busily looked through the paperwork on his desk. There was no reply for a moment. "There's another thing I don't get sir, why are you here?" a dashing purple haired crusader asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well Teris as you know my office is under renovations, and well I needed a place to continue my work...so here I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the commander finished his explanation, Krion heard from the opposite cubicle, "Now, now Rika he's not gay...I'm sure he has his reason." Teris seemed to be talking to himself again...or perhaps someone else? Krion had caught his colleague talking to this Rika person for more then one occasion, and each time there was no one there. Krion couldn't be sure if he was insane or perhaps Rika was his split personality. Well whoever she or he was, that comment made Krion chuckled. Before asking the commander, "Why here then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well it's the only place that isn't hooked up with a spy camera, and well...it's convenient for me as well. Now...if you'll excuse me, I have other business to attend to." As the commander finished his last explanation, he made his way to the nearest cubicle and well...did his business. A moment later, a very disturbed "Ewww!" was shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours later the three were finally done with their work and decided that it was time to take a break by going out for some fresh air. On their way out, they witness a young man shouting desperately to the lady working at the information counter. "She's been taken away by force! Don't tell me you so called crusaders of justice are just going to sit by and do nothing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry sir but without confirmation that the culprit is in the old castle, we cannot just launch our people. Its been forbidden that no one is allowed in there without authorization." The lady pleaded as she tried to calm the man down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What crap is that? You people are just trying to get out of going after that angel! Don't you see how urgent the situation is? He kidnapped her and escaped into the castle! If we don't go after them soon...she may forever be lost from me! I...I can't let that happen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, from those desperate heart felt words of the young man...Krion could help it but sympathized with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Recently there had been numerous reports of angels kidnapping teenage girls. I suspect...it was the same case with her." A younger Teris preached the young teen as he placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. The two were standing solemnly, close to the edges of a cliff where the teenager’s lover was supposed to wait. Yes...he was late, but she wasn't at home...or at the possible places. It was the only answer left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Helpless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I couldn't do anything to prevent this...and so I deem myself helpless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh forget it! I'm going there myself!" the young man snapped as he began storming out of the building. But just as he was supposed to leave, Krion got hold of his shoulder and told the man to follow him. Teris could immediately see where the troubled ones where heading by the direction Krion was running to. His partner worried for the two, stepped up and asked, "Would it be okay to let them go just like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We wouldn't be able to stop them anyway. When it comes to the matters of the heart...one would even go to the ends of the world if he must."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a matter of moments, the two were riding out of the hanger on Krion's own custom upgraded motorcycle. It had large side skirts, and a slick black design shape with an armored head to knock down obstacles ahead. The old castle they were going to was actually part of a museum. There, contained many artifacts of the past. Stuff that where made before the world was plunging into darkness, before mars and earth made contact, the place where many legends of the worlds came from. Therefore this historical site had become more or less a forbidden area where no one was supposed to trespass unless given permission and escorted in. However if you look at it in a criminal sort of way, if you could get in...it would become an excellent hideout. As the two were nearing the castle, Krion noticed that there were only two guards in their way in order to get across the bridge that would let them straight into the castle’s doors. "Hold on tight!" Krion suggested as he placed the full throttle on his cycle, causing them to dash forward while accelerating quickly. The guards were caught by surprise as the cycle forcefully broke through their gates and headed towards the run downed castle. The guards gave chase at first but as soon as the cycle was in the castle walls and the two trespassers were escaping through the first corridors, the guards no longer dared to continue onwards. Krion and the young man then quickly got off the cycle and began their search through the rooms of old relics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's some where here...I just know it!" The young man assured himself as they walked by ancient relics ranging from paintings of angels and devils, to armors, swords and even old scrolls written in a language that no one thus far had been able to decipher. They were all impressive looking, and oddly didn't bear any smell whatsoever. "What's your name?" Krion asked as they proceeded through another door and into another room. "It's Aaron." the man replied as he took a good look of the next room. It was pretty much empty except for the human size statue of a hooded reaper with black angel wings extending outwards from its back. "Nice..." Krion commented as they went closer to take a better look. However just as Krion was about to place a hand on the art piece, a loud crashing sound could be heard from the room opposite them. "He's there!" the young man cried out but was stopped from rushing to the room by Krion's extended free arm. "I know..." Krion explained as they slowly approached the old wooden door. When it was opened, they could clearly see the angel looking for something in a messy scroll cupboard. He had yellowish short hair and was pretty much half naked so that he could extend his wings. The lady they were looking for was lying on the floor peacefully. She seemed to be soundly asleep, other then that she looked perfectly fine. "Give her back to me!" the young man shouted all of a sudden, startling the angel. Gracefully he turned back to take a look at the ones who had disturbed his search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah...you came...surprisingly. I thought all humans were cowards only worrying about themselves." he recognized and mocked. Unable to stand the angel's words, Krion ordered the angel, "Return her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That...I'm afraid I cannot do." The angel finally answered as with a wave of his hand, he sent the two flying back into the other room with an invisible force that shut the door as they flew. Landing almost on the other side of the room, Krion quickly got back up angrily and began charging back towards the previous room. However a giant scythe swinging downwards harshly stopped him in his steps. Turning to the direction of the scythe, Krion saw the incredibly crafted statue slowly gaining life. Soon the reaper was alive and breathing heavily. Its hood covering any sight of its face as it fell onto the floor. Crawling a few steps before trying to stand up, the reaper took a deep breath and gave out a terrifying roar. Aaron was shocked beyond believe by the sight and took a few steps backwards till he found himself backed up onto a wall. Trying his best to keep his distance from the creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now this...is impressive." Krion commented excitedly as he drew his custom twin swords from under his coat. The reaper's eyes glowed brightly upon Krion's words and it gave a mighty swing of his weapon at its admirer. Krion blocked the swing, but the impact sent him flying into a wall. Swiftly Krion twisted his body to land horizontally on his legs and then repelling himself back by kicking the very same wall. The reaper's movement was too slow to react and Krion sliced off one of its arms to reduce his fall back onto the floor. The reaper in response swung its scythe at Krion again instead of screaming in pain. Stunned by the unexpected events, Krion found himself almost being stabbed by the weapon's blade if not for the creature's lousy aim. However he was still knocked back by the handle and accidentally tripped and fell. The reaper giving no time for Krion to recover continued its vicious attack with another swing downwards. In the nick of time, Krion was luckily able to block the incoming attack. The impact caused his entire body to sink further into the ground as he cried out in frustration, "I'm not...I'm definitely not going to let such a thing end me!" Using every last ounce of strength left in him he slowly lifted the scythe upwards with his crossed swords and began slowly getting back up onto his feet. "Not you, not him. Not even that annoying angel!" Krion shouted as he slanted his body to one side while allowing the scythe to swing down, nicely missing him. And with a few light-footed steps, Krion made a spin and slashed off the reaper's other arm. This time the creature growled in frustration, as it took a few steps backwards before all of a sudden returning back to its original form...an inanimate object. "Awe...awesome..." Aaron exclaimed as he approached the panting, worn out teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No...I'm still not strong enough." Krion disagreed as he tried to catch his breath while barely standing up. "But still...why did you fought so hard to help me?" Aaron couldn't help but ask when he saw Krion dragging himself towards the wooden door. Krion decided not to answer, as he opened it and found that the room was now missing of an angel and a lady, he couldn't help but collapse...he had lost another lead...there was no longer a reason to go on with their search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where am I?&lt;br /&gt;You're awake.&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know...perhaps...you weren't meant to save anyone...perhaps the only person you should be saving...is yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself huh?&lt;br /&gt;Do I need saving?&lt;br /&gt;Yes...desperately.&lt;br /&gt;Then my reason to go on stays the same...&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Only she could save me...my heart...will accept no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see...so that's why he fought so desperately...something similar happened to him as well..." Aaron said to himself while standing at a corner of the medic room. Right after Krion had fainted, his fellow black crusaders ironically arrived and brought him to their own medic room in the black tower. The very same lady that was serving punishment with Krion before was now at his bedside. Whispering into his ear, and oddly the worn out teenager was whispering back. Soon they were done and the lady was just about to leave, when the observing young man asked, "Is he going to be alright?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah...he just need some rest." The lady replied as she turned the doorknob, but stopped when she realized that there was more that needed to be asked. "So...what are you going to do now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not too sure as well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well what ever choice you make...I hope you choose wisely. There are the things that we want to do...but then again, those things may not be the things that we can do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I understand...but I wonder what choice would Krion's one be then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you need to ask? Obviously one of a very stubborn fool."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-113385864350440442?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/113385864350440442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=113385864350440442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/113385864350440442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/113385864350440442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/12/drift-five-because-of-you-in-city-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-113290755551017217</id><published>2005-11-24T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T02:07:28.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, technically one year have past since everything that had happened in the previous chapters. And you can more or less take this as the first chapter of Krion's story. I think. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zuru four~ Her, just her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Logic. Emotions. Which would you follow? Most times...though you try desperately...logic is your only option. Unless...you're willing to give up everything else...emotions are just the hinders of life. A young man once had a choice. To follow his heart, or forget about it all...take it, as she never existed. And, he made a choice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That very same young man, wearing a black long sleeve coat with matching jeans slowly got out of his car. His hair was now considerably long, and his clothing was that resembles the mark of black crusaders. An organization formed to protect the world from devils, angels and even humans. They are there to maintain the fragile balance and peace of the world. However most of the time, their tactics and ways are most cruel...and so their dress code was always to wear something black, to signify their impure dealings and job. As a top-notch organization with funding from all over the world, they had access to almost every single kind of weapon imaginable...but most are kept confidential and considered a secret to be protected. With so much power in one organization, the leader of it could just as easily take over the earth then protecting it. However their leader to almost every member was so called unknown...not even a name...it was though to give them the impression that he didn't exist. But they knew he was there...more or less they were sure of it. It was said that they recruited members based on their abilities or so-called higher-level humans...each had a choice to join in order to protect their world. This young man however joined for a different reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Krion wait up!" the young man's partner said as he too got out of the car, his partner had already gone ahead to the burning childcare center. The center was two stories tall and was joined together with other shops like a terrace home. In front of it was a small park with an included playground, making the center the perfect location for a childcare. Krion firstly approached a young lady carrying a boy not older then three and asked, "Where is he?" The lady, frightened and confused replied in a shaky manner while pointing up to the second story, "Upp...up th'ere." Knowing where the objective was, he charged up to the burning building and knocked down the wooden door. "What about the fire? Aren't you going to wait for the firemen?" his worried partner asked. "No need to." Was Krion's reply as he braved through the heat to the second floor. It was one of those cases...where a demon awakens due to a moment of anger, or at times sorrow. When it happens...often it isn't a pretty sight, their behavior becomes berserk and they start killing or destroying. Most cases of such awakenings only happen for young little kids. When their powers had not fully developed. However that doesn't mean there hadn't been ones where they awaken with truly frightening consequences. Fortunately for him, he had never witness one before. His objective today as anyone would have guessed it by now, was a young child devil who had awaken. The fire raging around him now was most probably the child's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every devil was said to have some kind of special ability, may it be a powerful one or a weak one. Even if the ability was as small as having the ability of perfect sight and never to have a need for glasses. It was in their genes to have one. As Krion leaped over a broken stairway burnt by the flames, his coat got hooked onto a broken piece of wood, fire was quickly spreading onto it and he could pretty much guess already... This child's ability...was a sure damn annoying one! He quickly took off his coat and began running down the hallway to the estimated room the lady had previously pointed to. When he reached there, the doorknob was already glowing red, acting from instinct he took a moment to gather his strength from exhaustion before kicking down the door. Inside, the room was burning as though it was part of hell. Every piece of furniture had been burnt down or otherwise already halfway there. A young boy with smooth black hair, pointy ears and torn clothes was standing at the center of the inferno room. His head was looking down while mumbling something to himself. "Don't you think you have done enough? Stop the burning already!" Krion shouted to the child. The boy lifted up his head when he heard the stranger's voice, his eyes glowing crimson red as he replied back strongly, "No! They...they called me a demon! They said my black hair was probably caused of my burning power. Like ashes..." Yes...this was the world they lived in. With three different beings on the two worlds, such situations were common. Angels however normally would never be condemned this way. Instead they would be thought of as a blessing from the heavens...devils unfortunately...were seen as beings of evil. When in actual fact...when taking away their powers, all three were the same. It was their actions that really count. And this act of burning...would have probably scared away any friends the boy previously had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning on the link between his voice transmission device on his wrist and his partner's, Krion tried his best not only to save the child from himself as well as to regain back the trust of those he knew.&lt;br /&gt;"Come on kid...they were wrong! So what if you turn out to be a demon? So what if you have the ability to burn stuff? Isn't it great? To have special powers just like those in the comic books! Look... Don't tell me you truly want to burn down this place? Are the flames you conjure meant only for destruction?" The child gave a confused response, "Huh?" during the last part of Krion's speech. Scratching his head, Krion revised his last part a bit before saying, "Okay...let me put it this way...is your power only to be use to hurt people? To destroy toys? Are you evil?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No..." the child mumbled softly at first. Krion wasn't satisfied. "Louder." He ordered. "No." the child said. Still unsatisfied, Krion shouted to him. "Louder!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response a loud scream of the word 'no' soon echoed around them as the flames in the building quickly extinguished and the boy returned back to his human form. Krion made a smirk before speaking into the device he had previously turned on. "You heard him. I believe his flames won't harm anyone anymore. And to all the little kids out there, don't worry...no more toys are going to be burnt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krion carried the boy out of the building, and placed him among the children. Many of them then pleaded to have a piggyback ride as well. Soon Krion found himself surrounded by kids that were trying desperately to jump onto him. Krion tried to disperse them gently at first, but his smile to them was all to inviting. However...all of a sudden, that changed as Krion remembered his reason of joining this organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two young teenagers were taking a relaxing walk in the park. The trees around them carried very green leafs, and were blooming with life together with the white flowers surrounding the sidewalks. The tranquility of the place provided one of the quietest and most peaceful areas in town. A lovely place for any couple to go on a date... Suddenly, one of them asked a very awkward question.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Krion...if we ever had kids...what would you name them?"&lt;br /&gt;Blushing slightly, Krion took a moment to think before answering. "Hah...I have no idea...What would you name them?"&lt;br /&gt;The teenage girl gave him a sly smile before answering, "Hehe...to be honest I don't really care...I just want to have them with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh...you'll have to be my wife first before that." Krion commented as he walked a little faster. The teenage girl smiled before catching up with Krion and giving him a hug from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krion's smile changed to a frown and he shouted fiercely to the children, "Enough!" The children shocked and scared soon began to cry around him. But it didn't seem to move him, Krion instead just made a leap over them and slowly proceeded to his car. His partner followed closely behind, curious about the matter he gave Krion a tap on his shoulder. "What do you want?" came a cold harsh reply for him. "Well...it's just that you seem happy with the children at first, but then all of a sudden you became...well...like now...what happened?" his worried partner asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without returning back his answer, Krion got into the car quickly, and locked the doors. Leaving his partner and his annoying questions outside of the car...but the knocking sounds on the door could still be heard and so to but an end to it... Krion just simply drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago when his smiles were still often...someone took her away from him. According to one of the commanding officers in the organization, recently young girls like her were being kidnapped for some reason. The kidnappers were also said to be extraordinary beings, and so in order to find those responsible...and to find her again. The best option was to join this organization...the "Black Crusaders."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his wait for the traffic light to turn green on a junction, the car's voice transceiver reported to him. "Paging unit X-09 EVO, a red S-R5 VIPER is on the run. Do you copy? Your objective, capture the driver and bring him back for questioning." All of a sudden, a red car dashed past by Krion's. Grabbing the answering phone he gave a short report back to the headquarters. "On it." Before dashing forward with his EVO, ignoring the red traffic light just as the run away did. Soon he picked up enough speed to shift his car into high gear, and quickly caught up with the VIPER. The driver from that car seemed to take notice and began trying to shake Krion off by entering a very sharp turn to the left. Krion followed suit the best he could with the turn, lowering his speed...his car drifted a good amount of distance and nearly crashed into another car before Krion shifted the gears back up and continued his pursuit onwards. However the road onwards wasn't as favorable as he had hoped for. It was winding with many curves and hairpins for a good amount of distance, the kind of road that his car could not perform well with. For the VIPER unit however, it was designed for such roads...and so its name. Whoever the driver was, he knew his cars well enough to put a black crusader on the disadvantage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Krion saw how well the driver pulled off the change of directions of drifts in a snake like pattern, he made another assumption. The runaway...was no amateur when it came to driving as well. Having a hard time pulling off the drifts with his car, Krion found himself often scratching car or bumping into something. However his car with its wide body kits and advance engine modifications was designed to take such damage and still maintain its speed. Still...he found himself slowly lagging behind, at this rate he was going to lose his runaway. Soon the road came back upon a straight path, and Krion let out a sign of relief as his car began closing in on the runaway again. They were soon nearing another junction on the road, but this time ahead of them were speeding vehicles dashing in another direction. "Is he trying to play chicken?" Krion asked himself while the two cars were soon heading into collision course. Lowering his speed, Krion allowed the runaway to go first thinking that the driver was sure to stop. To his surprise, the VIPER maintained its speed and was heading straight into the heavy traffic. Riskily the car dashed past numerous vehicles of its kind and more. Even pulling off a stunt as extreme as going under an oil tanker and coming out in one piece. Knowing his limits, Krion immediately pushed the breaks before entering the traffic lane. Breaking just in time before damaging anymore of his car. Letting the runaway...run away. Taking out the answering phone, he began paging their headquarters. "Paging black tower, this is unit X-09 EVO. The runaway...has escaped. I repeat. The EVO is unable to continue pursing it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost immediately as soon as Krion finished what he had to report, two black jets fly past by him...and his transceiver device answered his call. "This is unit W-39 Blackwings. We acknowledge your failure and we'll take it from here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognizing the voice and the choices of words the reply had, Krion quickly realized who was mocking him. "Well you better get him! Or it'll be my turn to mock you next Teris!" Krion shouted into the answering phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Copy that...you can be sure you won't get the chance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Heh, is everyone trying to get on my nerves today?' Krion wondered before getting his car back started and driving back to the childcare center...his partner was probably still waiting for him to get back. And if he was to get into trouble for not catching the runaway...at least if he went back for him, perhaps his partner wouldn't mention leaving him there to their commander. And as an added bonus, he wouldn't be scolded at alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was his choice, his reasons for everything. May it be why he was annoyed, to even why his eyes just couldn't hold back his tears at times...she was, and is his only reason. Even to go on...and so he chose not to let go... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-113290755551017217?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/113290755551017217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=113290755551017217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/113290755551017217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/113290755551017217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay-technically-one-year-have-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-113203311508980658</id><published>2005-11-14T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:38:35.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okays, okays...a number of reason why it took so long to write a chapter for me. Number one. Went for chalet, four days of play. XD Haha actually it's not a very good excuse...I play everyday. XD Number two. I wanted every chapter to be at least 2k of words long. Number three. I wrote a different chapter, but it's in the wrong timeline of the second. So now I'm pretty much figuring what to do next... Wrote a Ledius part for no particular reason. And on to life I suppose...pretty much lazying away, smashing buttons on my ps2...watching anime, and well...living life. Not sure what to do this holiday...so I'm taking a day at a time. Staying away from any work...even from training a character in a game. Guess I'm just sick of working so hard during the exams that I can't stand going through anymore...gonna start my homework during december...for now...I'm just gunna life as I want to. Now on to relationships, well its going well between me and my dear...but I'm starting to wonder how long that is going to last...I haven't even seen her face to be honest...but well she has been through BG relationships before so I doubt she looks bad. XP And I wonder what would happen if we were to meet...should I? She constantly says she wants to come my house... X_x' Perhaps I'm just too young for this...well we'll see I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the second part of Ledius's drift is almost done...just one more fight scene and its back to Krion...or maybe I'll just save that part for next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So long and goodnight...sin has found you." ~Leigion, the fallen angel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-113203311508980658?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/113203311508980658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=113203311508980658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/113203311508980658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/113203311508980658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/11/okays-okays.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-113196852331527805</id><published>2005-11-14T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:17:14.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Zuru Three~ Fondling distant&lt;/em&gt; [Ledius's drift]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you Ledius Lockheart and Luna Tagellin, take each other as your unlawfully forbidden wife and husband in health, wealth, good times or bad, and most importantly, knowing the path you have taken is going against both heaven and hell?" a female priestess asked the couple before her. Both dressed in the traditional attire of a groom and bride. Upon the roof of a modern multi-story church, this solemn and unavoidable question was asked. Their truthful answer fully known would change the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was slowly passing by, time waits for no one...but it doesn't past as quickly as people think. Every second could be precious, and yet useless and pointless at the same time. Not everything makes sense, and at times they don't need to. A middle age lady was on her way home from shopping. Her tied up golden yellow hair hanging behind her white raincoat. And her emerald green eyes filled with loneliness. There was no one to go home to tonight...everyone was out doing his or her own thing. And the sky looked cold as well as disheartening. Dark clouds showed signs of a down pour soon. The lady slowly made her way to the bus stop ahead of her. During times like this, how she wished that her husband didn't had to leave...but it couldn't be helped. Or that's what she always tells herself. Boarding the bus that soon arrived, she recalled the many times that she smiled and laughed with him. The times where they would have ice cream together under the stars. And that she would always take an extra lick from his whenever he wasn't looking. Till the day he left, he didn't seem to realize why his ice cream always finished so quickly. But now all that was left was the rain to keep her company. The droplets of water began falling hard on to the window besides her, each splashing into many more droplets in an array of different lights due to the lit town area around her. Different stalls past by, ranging from post offices to even card shops, but each holding very little interest to her. However just as she passed by an odd looking skyscraper, time seemed to stop for a second...and a warm feeling came over her. A feeling that she hadn't felt for a very long time, a feeling she had missed so much. Time quickly resumed its pace, and the skyscraper was almost out of sight. Pushing the alighting bell, she quickly proceeded to the doors and waited to alight at the next stop. Luckily for her, it wasn't very far away, and the skyscraper was still in walking distance away. Taking out her hood, she began her walk under the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart began beating faster as she approached the building, he was here...she was almost sure of it. However as the automatic glass doors slide open, and a cold gust of air rushed out upon her face. She realized in the refreshing breezy that took away the previous feeling... "What am I doing? He can't be here... My feelings...they are probably just playing a trick on me..." Before long, she stepped back out. And the glass doors swooshed back to their original positions. Closing away the air-conditioned air within, and letting the middle-aged lady continue her wandering way in the rain. After she left, a hooded man in a black raincoat proceeded out. Looking around in hope to find the person he was looking for, he soon sighed and before long returned back into the building. The heavy rain and numerous people wearing raincoats made it hard to recognize anyone. Causing the man's hope to diminish quickly into the sounds of the heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter Ledius?" a man wearing a white suit asked from behind him. His hair was jelled up to show clearly his emerald eyes while his hands were tucked comfortably in his pockets. The other man pulled back his hood and let down his considerably stylish long hair before replying sadly, "It's nothing...for a moment there...I thought she was just outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well her home isn't pretty far away, you should visit her if you have the time." The business like man commented as he began his journey back to his office. Ledius followed suit not far behind. The lobby was fully carpeted and had two long stairways leading up to another floor. A counter was located in between the two stairs and security guards stood besides it. To the left of the lobby was where they were heading. A place dedicated to an invention making use of tubes to transport people, a place known to many as simply a lift lobby. However the lifts here weren't ordinary. They had secret compartments in them to access different floors of the building. But only the president of the company could open the compartments. On their way to these lifts, Ledius suddenly replied to his comment. "I don't have the time."&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have the time or you just can't come up with a better excuse for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ledius let out a sigh before he entered, his eyes showing signs of doubt as he answered. "Perhaps a little of both."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We do." That was our surely and truthful answer. We thought that no matter what happened...we would always be together. Against hell, or against heaven, we thought that nothing was going to break us apart. Yes, it was our wishful thinking. As we answered, we turned our backs to each other...and fired an array of dark and light arrows at the uninvited guests. A group of high reapers and angels had crashed the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrows were dead on target, with the dark ones engulfing the angels and the light subduing the reapers. "Heh, what do you say you guys? Lets get this party started!" one of the guest dressed in a formal suit suggested as he summoned his twin spears from thin air. A number of others followed suit with their own range of weapons, from machine guns to even a cross like staff from the priestess who quickly joined in the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had come...to try to prevent our wedding...those who couldn't accept the fact that we love each other...that though forbidden...we choose to wed. Our parents were dead. Perhaps they would have forbid it as well, but they weren't here to now...so it didn't matter. Our friends, siblings at least they were okay with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You do realize what you're asking for could very well be suspected as terrorism." The man dressed in white asked as he read the documents Ledius had brought before him. "Well your company is a neutral company and it allows all its transitions to be done confidentially. Or are you changing your policy soon? Mr. president?" The president of the company was at a loss, its policy clearly does stat what Ledius had asked for...however the request from him was a bit too outrages to agree upon. "If it's the money...I can pay you in full now..." Ledius assured as he found the president's silence a bit too disturbing. "No...it's not the money..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see...then give me a straight answer and I'll be on my way." Ledius said politely as he began packing up his documents into a black suitcase. He could recognized the facial expression on his troubled face and realized that his answer may not what be what he had hoped for. It was only a few minutes later before the president asked worriedly. "What are you going to do with so many dreads anyway?" Ledius showed him a smirk and stopped packing before replying, "In case of an invasion..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But how could you be so sure there may be one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I said in case didn't I? Don't tell me you don't trust me? Okay...we'll add another condition in the contract. You keep the dreads safe. I won't touch them unless they are needed." Ledius replied hastily, not knowing how much he would regret that decision later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...first of all...I said maybe...and since you are my brother in law...I guess...I'll do it then." The man dressed in white agreed as he took out a pen to sign his name on the documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have my thanks then Renoir." Ledius thanked as he gave him a graceful bow before leaving his office. The night was getting late, and indeed there was little time left before his flight departs...but still...he had one last thing to do...or should he say his friend did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night continued it's heavy down pour, and the moon rays were lost behind the dark clouds. With flowers in hand and a trench raincoat, a young teenager made his way towards the designated apartment. Knocking thrice, he waited for the door to open. He was here on an important errand...well perhaps not that important to him, as he would rather be sleeping on his comfortable bed at the hotel. But it was important to his caregiver...so he couldn't say no... When the door finally opened, he saw a gorgeous golden haired lady in causal clothing. The young teenager almost lost himself in her eyes if not for the unexpected phone call from her house. The lady quickly ran back in to pick up the call, leaving the young teen standing there like there was no tomorrow. Well at least he wasn't bored, as he could hear the lady's honey sweet voice from the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Krion, you'll be late today...okies got it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm...well they're not home if that's what you wanted to know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...you think you know where they are? Haha...okays don't come home too late then you three."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she came back, she sincerely apologized with a bow. "Oh I'm so sorry, did you wait long?" The teen a bit shaken by the lady's concern shook his head and hastily handed her the bouquet of black roses and a card before running away as fast as he could in embarrassment soon after. He was afraid that she might have mistaken that the flowers were from him...so he decided that it would have been too awkward to stay. The lady surprised by the teenager's odd behavior, couldn't help but let out a giggle before opening the card to see who the flowers were from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Luna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been home for 12 years now, but you know why I had to leave...perhaps you hate me for leaving...but it was something I just had to do. Hah...I'm not even sure if you still remember this lousy husband of yours, but he remembers and misses you every second of his life. These roses are for you. I know it's odd to send black flowers, but we promised each other before didn't we? I'll show you the darkness, and you'll show me the light. See you soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ledius&lt;br /&gt;The one who's sorry and whose heart is fondly missing you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The lady upon finishing reading took one of the roses and enchanted it with light. Causing the rose to turn snow white in appearance. She then stepped out to the balcony and let the rose fall. The rain during the delivery had gotten smaller, almost decreasing to nothing. Allowing the solo rose to timely fall back down to it's deliverer to be delivered back to the one who sent for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a night similar to the weather ten years later, heavy rain...and fond hearts. A young man stood on the ledge of the roof of an apartment building. Lost in his emotions and regret of what he must do. His hood was pulled to his back, leaving his entire head unprotected by the cold, tasteless drops of water. He felt the rain as a way to comfort his sorrow. A way for his tearless eyes to cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of others wearing raincoats soon approached him from behind. "Are you sure this is what you want?" one of them asked in a solemn tone. The not hooded man shook his head before replying sadly, "I don't have a choice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey come on...we can do it without you! We don't need you to mess things up and hold us back!" another of the group shouted harshly. Trying his best to convince the poor soul not to go. Ledius upon hearing that, closed his eyes in frustration before arguing back strongly, "But...it was partially because of me that he became this way! If...if Luna and I hadn't fall in love...then they wouldn't had tortured him to that state! They wouldn't had killed her in the process..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then shouldn't Luna be coming along as well?" A four speaker asked, but Ledius decided not to answer him...it was going nowhere...they seem determined not to let him go along with them...even though they knew why he had to...but they didn't know the guilt and pain he was feeling...and so he lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as they left, he boarded his private jet...but not before visiting his special someone first...She was asleep at that time, but that was the only reason why he dared to go back...While giving her a kiss on her forehead, he whispered softly to her ear, "Goodbye my dear...the children can't do without a mother...so allow me to take the burden for the both of us...I'll end it for you...I promise." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of a sudden, a young child's voice disturbed his moment. "Daddy? Where are you going?" Ledius was surprised by the fact that one of his sons was still awake, he kneeled down and gave him a hug so that he could stalled for time to think of what to say to him. After a moment of thought, he let go and said to the boy, "Daddy has to go to somewhere far away, and he won't be coming back soon. I know you may not be the oldest Hien...but I know you'll grow up to be a responsible adult. So take care of them for me...can you do that son?" The young child nodded to his father's request, and saw him slowly letting him go...before leaving through the large wooden door. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so he left...not knowing that they would be separated for twelve long years...and even then...it still hasn't ended. Light was still sinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-113196852331527805?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/113196852331527805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=113196852331527805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/113196852331527805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/113196852331527805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/11/zuru-three-fondling-distant-lediuss.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-113072133544935734</id><published>2005-10-30T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T18:19:37.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zuru two~ Life is life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a twisted world very much like our own. Devils and angels once occupied Earth and Mars. Humanoid creatures of darkness and light created a fragile balance of power and lived in harmony. However one day, someone unbalanced it. And a plagued covered the two worlds, making the angels and devils that survived lose their powers. They lost their wings and horns, making them weaker then before... It was said that this was a punishment because of those who had disrupt the balance...causing the worlds to fall into darkness. But there were a special few that were immune to the plagued and retained their powers. With their superiority, the devils and angels tried to construct a new balance between themselves and the new kind. Those who survived were given a new name. "Man." As the years go by...man slowly grew with complication. As they were born from angels and devils, there were good and bad men. The angels tried their best to keep the peace, but to little avail. "Man" was growing in population faster then the devils or angels. However they slowly constructed the balance that the angels and devils were trying so hard to achieve. With that, the two races decided to live among the man. Withdrawing their wings and horns, they hid their true identity and lived as man. For centuries this went on...and technology improved tremendously. With ancient monuments revealing the idea of another planet like their own, Earth and Mars were soon linked together by a grand central space station. The two planets prospered as time went by, but disturbances in the balance have begun. Darkness once again begins it's uprising. Heaven and Hell will clash once more. However for students, they are still blissfully unaware of these changes...to be honest now, how many students actually watch the news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was early in the morning, the sky was still dark and the air was still cold. In the hall of a school, the sounds of fast footwork and swords clashing echoed throughout the corridors around it. Two young men were sparing with each other, one dressed in fencing uniform the other a traditional samurai robe. Both welding swords of their after school activity. The fencer forced through a powerful thrust, but his opponent easily countered it by squatting down and unleashing a side wards swing with his kendo stick. The fencer however dodged it by performing a somersault in mid-air and landed behind the kendo welder. "Now...now, don't go easy on me brother." The fencer's opponent taunted as he stood back his battle stance and waited for the fencer's next move. Griping his kendo stick with two hands, he held it forward to defend or strike down the fencer. "Heh. Do you prefer this then?" the fencer replied as his thrusts begin to pick up speed and spin. Unfazed and undaunted, his opponent matched his speed with his own. Each thrust was redirected, each swing was clashed with another. In skill, speed and power...they were equally matched. As the battle continued, the older one commented "You know brother...I met an angel last night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" the fencer exclaimed as his brother quickly de-armed him with another squat and thrust upwards causing him to fall hard onto the wooden floor. Lowering his hand to him, the fencer's brother then explained, "Hah...I meant she looked as beautiful as an angel to me. You see...I was trying another stunt with my bike..." However he was quickly interrupted harshly as soon as the fencer heard the word stunt. "You went to jump with the bike again didn't you? That suspicious hole in that run down building was caused by you wasn't it? How many times must I tell you not to endanger yourself and that bike! It's our father's! You're the older brother for goodness sake! You don't need me to keep reminding you Krion!" Though the scolding was loud and in a very angry tone...the fencer's brother continued with that innocent smile on his face. "Heh...sorry, but I couldn't help myself...anyways...we better hurry or we're going to be late for class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah come on you slow pokes! Class starts in ten and you guys are still not in your uniform!" a third voice added. It was a female with tied up hair, blue cobalt eyes and a light skin complexion already dressed in her uniform and ready to go. "Fine...we'll talk about this later...besides today is an examination day, can't afford to be late now can we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes...this is who we are...just three innocent students...three innocent siblings...or so we thought...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three quickly made a run for it to their classroom. Unfortunate for them it was located one floor below. The three siblings ran towards the nearest stairway and gracefully slide down the railings. "I think we're going to make it!" one of them said enthusiastically...however even though they were fast...the bell rang before they could step into the classroom. When they entered, they saw their form teacher already in front of the entire seated class. She had curly shoulder length hair, quite large eyes and wore a black straight dress. She was a kind and caring teacher despite her liking of black, but can be quite fierce when she wants to. Standing besides her was a new face to the three. He wore the same uniform as them and had stylish crimson red hair accompanied by golden yellow eyes. His smile was slight but yet confident. "Krion, Hien and Reina Lockhearts! You do know it's exam week don't you? There's no reason why you should be late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Ms Ang!" the three said in a sorry tone as they proceeded to their seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now...as I was saying, we have a new student. And as we all know this week is exam week, but he has decided to sit for them despite not being in any of the lessons before. Well anyways we have to begin the exam soon, so would you please...introduce yourself quickly as I prepare the papers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young teenager then stepped up and gave the class a bow before saying, "I'm Reiner Rarepe. And it's a pleasure to share the same class as all of you." As he walked to his seat, he gave Krion a devilish glare. One that was both puzzling and yet oddly inviting at the same time. The exam soon began and Krion found himself face to face with one of the toughest obstacles he had to face in his entire life. Even compared to those that are to come in the future...he will always remember this horrifying a-math exam. Where all he could do was sit and stare at the numbers...all the time, "What is this? What is that?" constantly repeated in his mind until he turned to the last page and almost screamed out loud but he did it in his mind instead, "OH MY GOD!" It was the most terrifying thing he had ever saw...a whole question filling up the entire page with what seems like a combination of advance algebra and some other formulas he couldn't understand. A straight zero...he predicted as he found his answer sheet completely blank. "Oh well...it's not like I was ever good with numbers anyway...wonder how everyone else are doing." He said in his mind as he began looking around for his classmate's faces. Scanning through he found expressions ranging from 'hopeless' to 'oh this is so easy!' However there was one expression that really caught his eye. It was from the new student sitting besides him, he was staring at the paper with the same devilish glare he gave him. Krion wasn't sure if it was cause he wanted to rip the paper into shreds, or because the paper was amusingly easy. But before he could confirm it, a shadowy figure stood before him. Turning around he saw a sly smiling teacher, "Are you trying to cheat now Mr Lockheart?" she asked. "Umm no of course not!" Krion replied frantically. "Good. Cause if this was a 'O' level examination hall...looking around would be considered cheating." Ms Ang replied calmly before leaving to check on others. "Haha...hah...whew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long, the exam was over and everyone came rushing out of the classroom. This exam marked the end of all the exams this year, as well as the beginning of a one-week holiday for the teachers to mark the papers, print the report slips and decides who gets promoted. As Krion took his first step out of school, he let out a sigh. Which was added on by another sigh by Hien. And then by a happy cheer from Reina, "WooHoo! No school for a week! So why the glum faces bros?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A-math..." the brothers answered together almost simultaneously. "Huh? I thought it was pretty easy." Their sister teased and giggled at the sight of her brothers squatting down in depression and drawing circles on the floor with their fingers. "Hey...come on cheer up! You guys still have practice later on. Can't fight with a gloomy face now can we?" Sighing again, the two brothers nodded and continued their walk home. "You know...you two are very alike..." Reina commented as she saw her brothers sighing together while walking. "Hah...alike? You got to be kidding us." They both said, almost simultaneously once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon the kendo members were once again training in the hall of their school. The freshmen were busy practicing their strokes while the seniors were having it out against each other. Krion however simply just watched from afar...he just didn't felt like going against any of them today. Well, actually he never does...the matches are always over under a minute. So without the challenge...things got boring quickly. It was just another day of practice, or so he thought as from one of the corridors of the hall approached a new challenger. Dressed in their normal school uniform, the student slowly made his way towards them. In one hand was a kendo stick, the other was placed calmly in his pocket. His face carried the same devilish glare as per usual. And his presence quickly caused the entire hall to go silent. "What business do you have here freshman?" one of the seniors asked as he raised his kendo stick towards him. "A challenge. Think you can provide that?" the red haired teen taunted as he too lifted his kendo stick towards the senior. "What a fool...you have my word, I'll give you more then that!" the senior assured as he dashed forward with his kendo stick. Reiner easily dodged a swing of the stick and tripped the senior with his spare leg. "Didn't even lift my sword...no wonder you guys didn't even make it through the first round of the regional tournaments." Reiner commented in disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you..." A few more seniors soon surrounded the calm red head. Each pissed off by the red head's words. Krion however watching from a far found the new student rather amusing...and reminded him of how Hien and him fought the entire of their own clubs on their first day in this school. Getting up from his comfortable spot in the corner of the hall, Krion joined the newcomer with a smirk on his face. "Don't you just hate it when people can’' life up to their word?" Reiner returned the smirk and replied, "My sentiments exactly..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How dare you betray us Krion!" one of the seniors shouted angrily. The two soon found themselves back to back, against almost every kendo member in their school. "Twenty two against two...like the odds my friend?" Krion asked as he stood in his kendo stance. "Absolutely." Reiner replied confidently as they anticipated their opponent's moves. The first one came dashing at Krion. Diverting the kendo stick, Krion swiftly unarmed him with an unexpected swing towards the open side by spinning his body and switching hands of his weapon. The next one came at Reiner and was also quickly taken care of by a clash of swords and a swift sweep of his feet. In the midst of battle Reiner couldn't help but ask Krion why he was so eager to help him. It was unlike anyone to just help a stranger and betray his entire club in doing so...but this one individual, he did it with such ease as though it came naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking down a few more members Krion finally gave him an answer, "I just thought it might be fun." Surprised by his comrade's answer Reiner gave him a puzzled look before saying calmly to himself, "Lol. What an interesting character you have." As the battle continued, Reiner slowly found himself back to back with the walls of the hall. "But your actions hinder my purpose here. And thus this is where I take my leave Lockheart." Taking down the few around him with a series of blocks and trips, he made sure no one was looking before fading into the shadows around him. His body entered the darkness as though he was part of it. And as Krion turned to see, he soon found himself alone. His new friend had disappeared like magic. Leaving him to take down the remaining of the kendo club members. "See you later then." Krion said to the wall before grabbing another kendo stick and dashing forward to the remaining seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reiner on the other hand reappeared from the shadows created by the walls of a stairway compartment to the rooftop of a nearby building. Slowly making his way to the edge of the roof, Reiner took out his cell phone and began making a call while watching the face off between Krion and the remaining seven members. Surprisingly Krion wasn't doing very well...as the seven combined their strokes into one fluent motion. Krion found himself unable to bear their combined strength and was quickly cornered to a corner of the hall. "Now...Krion we're going to show you what happens to traitors. You may have beaten us before, but we secretly perfected this style to deal with you...with one more fluent stroke...this battle will end." The tallest of them assured as the seven lifted their kendo sticks and was prepared to deliver the finishing blow. Krion found himself unable to counter them...their strokes could combined their individual strength, and yet form a range that even he couldn't dodge from. With such odds...the only option left would be to defend. However just as he felt like there was truly no way out, someone caught his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the mighty stroke from the seven of them came flying down with intense speed and velocity that would scare just about any kendo warrior. Krion however caught all seven strokes with one of the kendo sticks and a grin on his face. The stick began breaking apart upon the impact, but it was able to withstand enough of the blow for him to launch his counter attack. As the seven were doing a downward stroke, Krion had purposely caught their sticks just above their chest. Leaving them completely open to his incoming second stick. In one swift blow, the seven were bashed with such force that it caused them to fly backwards for a few meters. "Darn you Krion...why do you have to be so strong..." one of them complained as he laid there…trying to cope with the pain of not only from the blow but from losing as well. Krion turned his vision to the someone who caught his eye and replied jokingly, "The answer is simple...there's a beautiful angel watching..." The angel he was talking about turned out to be the same girl who he had tried to cheer up the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reiner's cell phone soon got through to the person he had wanted to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reiner here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Status report then my boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He has a very interesting character I'll give you that. I came to their practice session and thrashed one of their members in hope that he would challenge me. But to my surprise...he joined me instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see...so you failed then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not at all...I can tell you now, his strength comes only momentary and once the condition changes...so does his strength. May it be a good or bad change in condition, his strength decreases and only unveil itself when he has a strong desire to. And so I conclude this unstable symptom...he hasn't awaken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well that isn't a problem anymore...he will in time as the darkness approaches. And when he does..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be there to stop him."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-113072133544935734?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/113072133544935734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=113072133544935734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/113072133544935734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/113072133544935734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/10/zuru-two-life-is-life-in-twisted-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112997054925671990</id><published>2005-10-22T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T01:42:29.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HelloS people! I'm bloging now today cause well...something happened in my life. XP First and foremost I have to say...damn! Have writer's block! &gt;.&lt;' Proably because of wad hadppened last night. But before I go into that...wanna talk about this week. Okies getting back exam marks sux...feels like I've failed myself... Messed up my maths and humanities...both get so low marks...and once again...didn't excel in anything...science pretty much 2nd or third...english was better at least...3rd...lost to junyu by 3marks. Final eng marks were good as well...at least compo good...but chinese sux.  Anyways, went to get a pre-paid sim card to sms my dear. Got to sms her so many times, think got around 60 le bah. XP Got to know her a bit better also. For one thing...she likes to draw anime also! XD Another? She got religion, got go church de... Haha...because of that I a little uncomfortable...do you guys think religion matters? Okay anyways...on to last night. She went to a friend's house to play ro. So got to see her there. Unfortunately and yet luckily...she could play till 9:30pm. So I got to see her in ro and talk to her for quite some time...bad thing is she didn't have anything to eat...her friend also that time dun let her go out to buy food...the reason? You'll know as my story progresses... When it was 9:30 le and she wanted to leave...her friend asked her to stay overnight caused his parents went out on business trip and he didn't wan to be lonely...yes...a he. Well...she agreed and the guy started acting weird, kept asking stuff about her. He even asked her to sleep on his bed and he would sleep besides her...[OMG right??!!!] It turns out he likes her...but my dear like me. [Am I dreaming&gt;?] then got stuff from him like she not really like me, blah blah cause I dunno...I not there...juz going through with sms. So...yeah she was uncomfortable with the arrangment and couldn't sleep...but yeah...I got her to sleep peacefully somehow...even woke up early today to wait for her wake up to see if she okay. So...yeah that was my night... Interesting no? She's been teasing me to meet in real life also...but I really not sure...very uneasy right now due to everything...also scared if meet le she dun like how I look... &gt;_&lt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So too many things on my mind to write Krion's stroy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112997054925671990?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112997054925671990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112997054925671990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112997054925671990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112997054925671990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/10/hellos-people-im-bloging-now-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112981997359594505</id><published>2005-10-20T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T07:52:53.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha...tried out the manga idea...only problem is...my drawings are too sketchy and I can't draw girls!!!! &gt;o&lt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's pretty much about the first official chapter of Hevan's tears, hell's sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page one: &lt;a href="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/8374/file00452oh.jpg"&gt;http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/8374/file00452oh.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page two: &lt;a href="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/8373/file00463fi.jpg"&gt;http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/8373/file00463fi.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got the the sketches and idea for Krion's weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinion buster: &lt;a href="http://img385.imageshack.us/img385/4910/file00479yu.jpg"&gt;http://img385.imageshack.us/img385/4910/file00479yu.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krion's story is officially called "Devil's drift". A short story on Rena and Krion is a few post below...more updates maybe on saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112981997359594505?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112981997359594505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112981997359594505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112981997359594505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112981997359594505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/10/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112956048598853345</id><published>2005-10-17T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T07:48:05.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Muhahah wanna write a Krion story!!! Set in a different world this time. Well...not so different actually, just more in depth and what to expect. It'll take place a few years before the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a twisted world very much like our own. Devils and angels once occupied Earth and Mars. Humanoid creatures of darkness and light created a fragile balance of power and lived in harmony. However one day, someone unbalanced it. And a plagued covered the two worlds, making the angels and devils that survived lose their powers. They lost their wings and horns, making them weaker then before... It was said that this was a punishment because of those who had disrupt the balance...causing the worlds to fall into darkness. But there were a special few that were immune to the plagued and retained their powers. With their superiority, the devils and angels tried to construct a new balance between themselves and the new kind. Those who survived were given a new name. "Man." As the years go by...man slowly grew with complication. As they were born from angels and devils, there were good and bad men. The angels tried their best to keep the peace, but to little avail. "Man" was growing in population faster then the devils or angels. However they slowly constructed the balance that the angels and devils were trying so hard to achieve. With that, the two races decided to live among the man. Withdrawing there wings and horns, they hid their true identity and lived as man. For centuries this went on...and technology improved tremendously. With ancient monuments revealing the idea of another planet like their own, Earth and Mars were soon linked together by a grand central space station. The two planets prospered as time went by, but disturbances in the balance have begun. Darkness once again begins it's uprising. Heaven and Hell will clash once more. For this is...the devil's drift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112956048598853345?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112956048598853345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112956048598853345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112956048598853345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112956048598853345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/10/muhahah-wanna-write-krion-story-set-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112944468024032813</id><published>2005-10-15T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T03:07:06.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Devil's drift~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuru one~ Not my home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A home. A place where you can call your sanctuary. A place you can feel safe...where your heart feels at peace and your mind at ease. But what if you were not allowed of that? What if you could no longer find a safe place to cry...where would you go? Where would you run off to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night sky was lit ablaze with it's numerous stars. Each shining with all it's glory. Each bringing hope for the present. It was a rare sight to behold on this side of the earth. Stars rarely shine, but for some reason...there they were tonight. Up on the roof of a run down building were two teenagers. A boy and a girl. Both enojying the rare sight above them, but with different hearts. The long haired girl with cobalt blue eyes sat upon the edges of the roof as though to jump. Her maroon coloured dress and brown hair swayed with the cold wind of the night. As her heart felt lost and shaken...she had nowhere else to go to...nowhere else to cry. Her father was drunk again. And was abusing her mom brutally. She could do nothing...and to make matters worse her exams were tomorrow. And her home was filled with angry screams and cries. She was for sure going to fail tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking her books she ran away for the night. In hope to find a place to study. But even the place she always go to when she needs to be alone had now been occupied by this strange boy. She felt hopeless...she couldn't even cry in peace. She felt like the world hated her...like there was no longer a reason to live. She could just jump off now...and have no regrets. At least...maybe then she would find a place of peace in death. The long fringed haired boy however was looking towards the stars with great optimism. His slight but carefree smile made him look as though he didn't had a care in the world. But surprisingly, he asked her a very depressing question. "You going to jump?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned for words, the girl gave it a thought before replying sadly. "Maybe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy's smile grew widder. He reached out his hand for her's before asking, "Would you trust me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring with doubt, the young teenage girl thought to herself. "Why not? It's not like my life matters...right?" And she replied confidently while taking hold of his hand, "Yeah. Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough with one small step. They jumped down this fifty story building. Slowly accelerating, the boy's hand was still holding on to her's tightly. For some reason he wasn't going to let go. She soon realized that but didn't do anything about it...to her at that point of time...it no longer mattered. Nothing mattered. She was to die. And end her suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[But who would have thought...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However all of a sudden, a sleek black motorcycle crashed through the walls from the inside of the building and ended up mid-air right below them. "Hang on." the boy suggested as he and the teenage girl landed onto the cycle. Speeding down the building, the boy was enjoying every moment of this extreme stunt. The girl however was too stunned to do anything and just held on as tightly as she could. Drifting on the sides of the building to slow down the speed of the cycle. The friction against the walls made a trail of grey smoke behind them. With a push of a button, the mini jets of the cycle were fired. The cycle made a jump off the wall just before it crashed into the ground and made a somersault before landing safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a few moments before the girl realized what had just happened. She was still alive...her suffering wasn't going to end anytime soon. Frustrated, she screamed angrily at the boy, "I thought you told me to trust you!" Puzzled...the boy defended himself, "What? I thought you were trusting me to get you down alive! Unless you were actually...oh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was quiet after that...it was too akward to say anything anyways. She just simply kept her head down...her eyes brimming with tears. How she wished that there would be someone there to hold her...someone she could turn to...and just then, the boy lifted up her head, wiped away her tears and gave her a bright smile. "Well...you jumped didn't you? And you're alive right? So go on living. Without doubt, there will always be a time when life breaks you into pieces. Tears will surely fall, but let them... It's always okay to cry...no one will blame you. But after that, I hope you will stand back up...and even more hopefully with a smile. There will be people who will walk your path besides you, but no one can walk it for you... Since it's inevitable...why not do it with a smile?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Yes indeed...who would have thought...that I would fall for this crazy guy...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112944468024032813?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112944468024032813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112944468024032813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112944468024032813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112944468024032813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/10/devils-drift-zuru-one-not-my-home-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112942967261288302</id><published>2005-10-15T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T19:27:52.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New skin...still black and white...other colours on paint sux anyway... Thinking of writing another Krion story...even got a motorcyle chase planned. And so the Krion on the skin. Modified the cycle from Cloud's...weapon idea inspired by his also. Interlockable guns to swords. With a main pistol and a particle beam rife. Able to combine as a dual bladed lance as shown in pic and as a buster sword as well. Their weight interchangable with the amount of guns attached. But Krion's main favourite have to be dual light gun blades. XD Even got trigger to pull. So fun. Now...on to life. YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAYYAYAYAAYAY NO MORE EXAMS WOR!!! Can do all the things I've been wanting to do. Like? I dunno! NOT STUDYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's one! XP Sighs~ Even though no more exams...mi still kinda sad... More then two weeks didn't see her le... The day before bio got message that she going to online on friday...haha...I was dancing with joy and so motivated to study bio... Who would have thought that no one came... Well basketball was fun that day as well, combination with junyu is still fun. Only thing were my humilating over shots due to arm strength...need to learn to control...waaahhh... Anyways...dunno wad more to write also...so...byes I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When it comes to matters of the heart, I beileve...no one is stronger then Krion..." ~Reina Lockheart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112942967261288302?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112942967261288302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112942967261288302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112942967261288302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112942967261288302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112817533591265493</id><published>2005-10-01T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T07:02:17.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What if you were given another chance to live...and to hold on to the things you can't bear to part with for the price of a "I do." What would you do with your second chance? And what will you not do with it? What if weird things start to happen after that? Things you can only dream of, things you never thought you'll see... What if your second chance was only because of a contract...one that will be life bounded to you. To sacrifice 10 years of your life to your savior...to be paid at any given time...but what if...someone told you one night...you only had one more year to live...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If so...your due payment...begins tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another concept idea...need to add more into it though...well till then, on to my life. Depressed cause of exams...lesser time to see her...saddened... I can't seem to get it right when it comes to drawing female characters as well...needs help on that...but also everything no mood...four days never see her and I so sad le...account no credit...monday got physics...tuesday bio...wednesday revision cause next day exams...if I continue this way...two weeks later then can see her...so saddened...wish that there was some word from her... My revision also not coming along that nicely...still got homework to do...chem read through only...physics trying to cope...but only done with a few chapters...still got like ten over more parts...got so many other problems bugging me also...dunno how I'm going to cope with all these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could see her...for a moment of comfort...at least then...I believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can walk forever now~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112817533591265493?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112817533591265493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112817533591265493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112817533591265493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112817533591265493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-if-you-were-given-another-chance.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112816469894207403</id><published>2005-10-01T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T04:04:58.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There may be times when life will be harsh.&lt;br /&gt;It may break you, and take away all the things you hold dear...&lt;br /&gt;Make your eyes water your tissues again...and make you want to give it up just then and there.&lt;br /&gt;And though you're leaving...I just want to let you know...&lt;br /&gt;No matter how harsh it gets...you will always have someone to lean on to... ^_^'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112816469894207403?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112816469894207403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112816469894207403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112816469894207403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112816469894207403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/10/there-may-be-times-when-life-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112816368115415482</id><published>2005-10-01T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T03:48:01.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Without doubt, there will always be a time when life breaks you into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Tears will surely fall, but let them...&lt;br /&gt;It's always okay to cry...no one will blame you.&lt;br /&gt;But after that, I hope you will stand back up...and even more hopefully with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;There will be people who will walk your path besides you, but no one can walk it for you...&lt;br /&gt;Since it's inevitable...why not do it with a smile? ^_^'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112816368115415482?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112816368115415482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112816368115415482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112816368115415482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112816368115415482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/10/without-doubt-there-will-always-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112700963406793950</id><published>2005-09-17T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T19:13:54.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WoOooHOoooOOO!!!!!!!!! GooOOO Sepiroth!!!!!!!!!!! Got to watch AC!!! FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!! AND IT WAS SO TOTALLY AWESOME!!!!!!!!! For those who dun know, it's a 1hr40min Final fantasy style animation movie. AND IT SO TOTALLY RAWKS!!!!!!!!!!!! GoOOOOoo Cloud!!! Seven sword Omni slash!!!! XP [Not even the real name of the move...lost count of his swords.] OoooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooo loves Cloud's sword though. Can be joined together and seperate...so style also...an absolutely creative idea by the makers... *envious* XD All the female characters also so freaking CHIO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even Yuffie!!! But Areith was the most CHIO one!!!!!!!!!!!! Vincent's part was small and he gestures like a vampire, but also very nice wooOOoorrrrRRrrRrrr. The movie also got funny parts de...ooOOOoooOOo wants the dvd...All the battle scences were terrificlly done also. Too bad not going to see them on the big screen threaters...though I kinda figured the reason why. The movie is only meant to be a tribute sort of thing. The storyline is pretty much not a movie kind of storyline, but more of a chapter like thing. So the viewers are kinda thrown into the mix of things...which is really too bad... But it's still AWESOME anyways...one of my year wishes fullfilled...aahhh...just KH2 left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways besides that...yesterday also go play CS with collin they all...I soooOOoo newb wor...only can trash girls...haha. Play too much GunzOnline le...anyhow spray ammo one. Then the girls[Jie ying and Shi hui] want play this game...ppl kill them the time they will complain de...like so aiyo man...haha...maybe should have just let them kill can le... Friday also went quite smoothly. After Wrath left, got to talk to her more...haha. She even casually said wan meet me...haiz...scared she see me le will run away...lol...*troubled*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's the phone salesman?"~Vincent Valentine, FF7: AC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112700963406793950?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112700963406793950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112700963406793950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112700963406793950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112700963406793950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/09/woooohooooooo-gooooo-sepiroth-got-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112679273740106737</id><published>2005-09-15T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T06:58:57.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okies...today is sept 15 le...her birthday. Hope she is having a good day...then at least one of us is. For me...today had been  a damn annoying day...why you ask? I only have one name to say. "Ruben" Dun wan to talk about it... *Wishes he has Sepiroth's katanna, then plays his theme song...*laughs evily* *evil glare also* *licks the sword* *...vengence is mine* You get the idea...Well, gonna show her my blog tomrrow...so she can see the pic I drew for her easier. Is a bit nervous also...dunno if she would like it...haha...just hope I actually get to show her...well wish me luck. Lazy to type anymore le...haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112679273740106737?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112679273740106737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112679273740106737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112679273740106737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112679273740106737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/09/okies.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112619463637337926</id><published>2005-09-08T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T08:50:36.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...tiring day today...got lost...haha. The HUH? group today went China town to do geography project...in the end we walk here walk there...lost our way...haha. Took a seven eleven store as a bit stop. In the end all we got were six userable pics...dunno how we going to do our presentation sia... Cause we is like also feel that Singapore's tourism attraction sux...nothing interesting de... So like muz write opposite... Anyways, we in the end decided to go watch movie...heck care liao... We first went to bugis...but got no movie we want to see de...also nothing to do there so decided go Plaza Singapura for the same purpose. And also to play acarde...XD And you know what we saw when we were waiting for a taxi? Another seven eleven!!! We like haha we're on the right track... XP Though we not actually going to do project. And the funny thing is that we reach there liao saw another seven eleven...haha... And after standing and arguing wad to watch...juz went ahead with Herby[or something]~FullyLoaded...shown at 6:50... Two hours to go...so go acarde loh! XP Ended up admiring those racers there...so pro...wan drift then drift...something all of us had been trying to master in need for speed...we were like...omg...we're such noooooooobbbbbbsssss!!! X_x' After that went for dinner...we first went down see the fastfood places...then decided that got nothing we want   eat there and remembered there was a foodcourt in the higher floors...so we began walking there... After standing and walking for so long today...we all sat down in the food court and had a sensational feeling... So relaxing that we no longer felt hungry...but got something to eat anyways. Haha...anyways...the movie was okay lah... Unrealistic...kiddy...but okay lah... Initial D was much better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, GSD is out in vcd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Got to have it...*is a fan of gundam seed* So when we saw at the shop...my hand was like so itchy...got to have it...got to have it...then got the FMA dvd also...hand so itchy but wallet no monney...end of year bah...end of year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I just have to voice this out to someone, YOU HAVE NO GOD DAMN RIGHT TO CALL ME WEAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! * Is annoyed* IT'S NOT LIKE YOU KNOW ME INSIDE OUT, I'M SENSITIVE...SO WAD!! YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT??? IF SO I'LL GLADY SOLVE IT FOR YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...sorry...like I said...I'm sensitive...no offense to anyone...haha...yeah I'm weak...can remember when I was young...get into fight with other boys...angry de time always got tears in my eyes...was laughed at...[so I'm quite sensitive to that kind of comment]haha so embarrasing to write this...but yeah...that's me... Even now...how I wish she could be here to comfort me...but always hard for us to contact each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be stronger...for her...I won't let her worry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last, last things to say...I've never broken a promise to a lady...never. So in your face DW haha...make you lose the bet...and thanks to Shu huak for believing that I'm a trustworthy guy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112619463637337926?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112619463637337926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112619463637337926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112619463637337926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112619463637337926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/09/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112609360328109364</id><published>2005-09-07T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T04:46:43.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay got to see her today!!! But got so many interuptions... Even got one time had to wait so long... When she came back she was very sorry...but waiting has already become a normal thing for me...haha Actually wanted to say that I'm used to it...last time even worst...waited for seven hours in hope that she'll online...in the end didn't. But see her so sorry, so didn't want to make her feel anymore bad. Anyways next thrusday[next week one] is her birthday...gonna see her on that week the friday. Cause this friday got chem and cca...might not make it in time to see her. So...yeah my present would be my tribute on the front page. Hope she likes it... Jeremy also helping me with another part of my present...RO stuff. So now got so many things to settle soon...the worst bit is that I was supposed to finish A-maths homework today...instead got distracted by a movie junyu brought. And with the busy days ahead...dunno how I'm going to cope. My other projects also on hold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs~ Miss her already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112609360328109364?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112609360328109364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112609360328109364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112609360328109364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112609360328109364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/09/yay-got-to-see-her-today-but-got-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112601598852431995</id><published>2005-09-06T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T07:13:08.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha...wanna cry le...Sly's story very sad...but at the end also very touching... The song also not bad...but too bad not Sly ownself compose de...though in the story he keeps saying, "It's not finish yet..." X_x' The part on his father also very touching... He dun even know how to put in battery on discman, haha at that time really wanna say, "Awwww" Then while listening to the song his son composed halfway kenna hit by car... Like so ironic like that... Luckily didn't die...can even laugh at Sly dunno how make coffee. [His father makes coffee for a living]Then when Sly realized that, his quote also not bad. "It's then that I realized...that those eyes he always gave me were not eyes of hatred... He was just trying to understand me..." Aiya dun wan say liao lah...you never watch then too bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen sms me today also...tomorrow gonna see her on RO... Yay!!! XD Remember when I said Mrs Ang say that last term dunno why suddenly so hardworking... I guess the only thing that changed in my life is that I met her...haha...better not say le, you all get the idea. On another note...life is getting more funny, when junyu and me eating lunch... We eat mashed potato with a straw and fork...like dunno that there's something called a spoon... XD!!! Then that day when re-watched Initial D the time, got one character we say like Junyu...cause so direct also. Junyu always looking for girlfriend will in private server de RO go infront and ask her, "Will you date me?" XP The character in the movie asked a girl to do you know what with him, and then got slapped...he also not very good looking...but got a hairstyle like junyu like that. Haha, so we say next time he like that. But at the end of the movie, the guy the girl friend not bad wor...quite chio one...hahah. Sometimes me, Junyu, Shao hong and collin like Sanzo's party like that... Junyu, obviously Goku... Me, Sanzo!!!! Haha...cause I like him...haha nah, because they always call me go be leader. Junyu also like Goku, everytime come my house... Sh? Hmm Gojyo???[Ladie's man] Junyu's relationship with him also very much like Gojyo and Goku. Then left Collin and Hakkai only...you guys think match??? Haha maybe it's just me... still as obessed with Saiyuki as before. XD But now the new ones not so nice le...prefer the old Saiyuki series...the art style was better...and the story darker...more inspirational also...a work of art. Though the new one does have it's moments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112601598852431995?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112601598852431995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112601598852431995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112601598852431995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112601598852431995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/09/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112597975862816976</id><published>2005-09-05T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T21:09:18.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH YeaH! Love my new blog skin! *HuGs* Inspired by a wall paper I found. The maker drew a sanzo pic, and made the wall paper in the way that you see now. Except that his was drawn in blue pen XP and that I'm not drawing sanzo. Though if I told you it was sanzo...you would have believed me anyway...cause they look partially alike! XP *Figures...huh?* I also made the skin in a way for easy viewing with the buttons below. Like a little corner. And the rest is the pic and my blog's slogan...that now I realized should have been, "Crimson blood~ With that which flows in my veins..." AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Too mah fan to change le...so gonna leave like that. The pic also has a written poem to be read from top to bottom. Should be like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more worries, only doubts.&lt;br /&gt;No more rain, only clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Only my will, only myself.&lt;br /&gt;It is only for you that I shine...and become a stronger light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written for the character's theme "Hero" The character's name? It's so BiG!! Dun tell me you cannot scroll and see... X_x' but I'll tell you anyways, "Gary Himmers"  His hair was supposed to be jelled up also...but was trying to draw a rainy effect...if you can't tell...so it's down now...that's why it's not actually sanzo!!! V_V The character has a back story of failing exams, and the story is pretty much how he blames himself and losses his cheerful self. His father is his only parent and works hard to send him to school, and so failling an exam means dissappointing him. He tries to hide his feelings but soon explodes and throws his temper at a close friend and they became distant after that. His friend always looked at him as a hero...and so he dissappoints her as well. However he soon picks himself back up while fighting with a friend in a virtual game.[the main storyline is about the game] And in wanting to prove to himself, took the gold for a tournament of the game. Not done yet but I'm proably boring you guys...haha. The theme "hero" itself comes from the jap movie "Ping pong" so try to get the chance to watch it if ya can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm done advertising my new blog skin and character, on to life. Yesterday she was supposed to be online...she promised even...but something good happened anyway... Used Junyu's phone to sms her...haha *feels so paiseh* &gt;_&lt;' So ya...everything's going fine except that I haven't touched my homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...on another note dunno why she likes me so much...but then again she haven't seen me in real life...proably would scare her away also...hah...baka me...dun think too much...you're not that bad looking...I think...maybe...what do you all think? XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112597975862816976?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112597975862816976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112597975862816976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112597975862816976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112597975862816976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-yeah-love-my-new-blog-skin-hugs.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112572695195587836</id><published>2005-09-02T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T07:30:34.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sob* Haven't see her online for the ninth day le...saddening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, juz came back from PTC. Was so weird... My results were okay...all rounded except english, chinese and e-maths...stupid careless mistakes...otherwise might have another A... Cause the rest were As...haha And english didn't get an A...u know what was my excuse... "No compo writing..." Haha... Mrs Ang also say I became more hardworking this term, I was like got meh&gt;???? Then say my results impressive...I was like where got...everyone also about the same...if I had a rank...it would only be above average. Didn't excel in anything...unlike Shao Hong and Junyu, at least Junyu got top in Lit and English...Sh dun need say lah. He sure kenna praised alot by Mrs Ang. Hah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm let's see now...wad other stuff to type... Oh yeah VCD of Full Metal Alchemist dun have english subtitles one!!! &gt;_&lt;' So muz get DVD de then got...so for now...not getting it...need more munny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112572695195587836?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112572695195587836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112572695195587836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112572695195587836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112572695195587836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/09/sob-havent-see-her-online-for-ninth.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112532577449814902</id><published>2005-08-29T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T07:29:34.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay...dunno why I yay... O_o' Haha... Anyways, updated my front page again. Tribute section placed one side, got a tribute story added also...though it has added lameness inside...it ends off very beautifully. Another pic also...this time decdicated to past ideas...haha.Well, tomorrow after school going on Anime VCD spree...gonna go get Initial D to watch again also. So yeah...I'm skipping bio. XP Wednesday also celebration day so dun need care... Well, as usual...you got nothing to do then go read my story...haha...baka me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~ If tomorrow dun see her...that would be the sixth day le... &gt;_&lt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention before? I got her hp number...but my stupid phone cannot sms!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how fate likes to toy with me...haha...baka me...baka me...[Using baka as silly...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I watch shooting stars! XD!!! *people goes diaoz* And tomorrow is slyvester's chapter! Yay! *more diaoz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue.&lt;br /&gt;You're always on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;cause I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Even more diaoz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...silly me...baka me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112532577449814902?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112532577449814902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112532577449814902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112532577449814902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112532577449814902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/08/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112450971980035792</id><published>2005-08-19T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T20:48:39.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ellos people, long time no blog le...why? I'll tell you why...cause I'm lazy! XP Exams were horrible...barely passed e-maths cause of a load of careless mistakes... Chinese also just passed... Sighs~ Yeah...I'm sighing again. Like the pic on the front page, she's always on my mind...so yeah...can't seem to concentrate much. Heck...I even spent my time drawing then revising...*Points to rumora pic on the front page, he has longer hair and more jell now! XD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way...look at sanzo go in this three page sequence and lands on a new weapon!&lt;br /&gt;Page one: &lt;a href="http://www.madkukkii.com/saiyuuki/zs905a.jpg"&gt;http://www.madkukkii.com/saiyuuki/zs905a.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page two: &lt;a href="http://www.madkukkii.com/saiyuuki/zs905b.jpg"&gt;http://www.madkukkii.com/saiyuuki/zs905b.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page three: &lt;a href="http://www.madkukkii.com/saiyuuki/zs905c.jpg"&gt;http://www.madkukkii.com/saiyuuki/zs905c.jpg&lt;/a&gt; [Samurai Sanzo!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...supposed to see my dear yesterday, but collin and junyu hog the coms...hope she ain't mad... (&gt;_&lt;)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Is feeling really sorry now...she isn't online today either*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112450971980035792?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112450971980035792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112450971980035792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112450971980035792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112450971980035792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/08/ellos-people-long-time-no-blog-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112350714848870572</id><published>2005-08-08T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T06:19:09.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A pic I drew on paint. Yeah...the colours sux...didn't had any other avaliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/6093/oo9rz.jpg"&gt;http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/6093/oo9rz.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112350714848870572?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112350714848870572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112350714848870572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112350714848870572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112350714848870572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/08/pic-i-drew-on-paint.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112337701556875658</id><published>2005-08-06T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T18:10:15.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes...I'm supposed to do my homework now...but heck with it! Reallly bad luck sia this few days... A little backstory first, I went to wan yin's the father the funeral...so supposed to do some kind of ritual before you step into your home otherwise they say the spirit will follow you back home. Well I did everything...and messed up at the last part. The basin of water where I was supposed to wash my face before going in...I brought it into my house and poured the water into the toilet bowl. Supposed to pour at the drain outside de...Then the next day that toilet the light fuse blown...and now my mp3 player can go all the modes except mp3 mode...so I'm stuck with the radio. Well it's not like I regret going...after all I did feel sad. Couldn't help it...my mother had never really taken care of my brother and me. My father did everything, from housework to bringing the bacon home. So...yeah I owe him I supposed...though I can still remember him telling us a long time ago. "When you grow up and become fine men...remember, you don't owe me anything." Hah...not the exact words, but the you don't owe me anything part is the only part I remembered. Dunno what I'll do without him...my mother just left like that...my father was hurt...and he proably began losing faith. He told me before we can't depend too much on friends...when it comes to those desperate situations...they won't stick there to help you. I disagreed that time...but I didn't say anything. Cause I knew if it was me...and if it was someone I was good terms with/cared about...I know I'll stick through. It's just the way I am...a little too sensitive. My father while watching "yongfu" also said to never be like him...don't chase a girl till like that. Hah...to be honest I agree but yet I admire youngfu's persistance. I know what he's telling me...this world can be cold...I already know that...but I can't help it if I wish to dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, anyways it's not the first time I'm having bad luck...and yeah...she wouldn't like it when I'm sad...always tell me must smile de...hah...silly girl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112337701556875658?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112337701556875658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112337701556875658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112337701556875658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112337701556875658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/08/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112307581973851218</id><published>2005-08-03T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T06:30:19.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waaaahhh exams so close!!!!!!!!!!!! Really not in the mood to blog...but what the heck, here I am cause finally...oral finish, CME presentation finished. First off, I would like to thank Zhong ming for his comment...saying I can sing. XD Yes, yes...anyone can sing, it's how good that is the question. Hah...I do sing for fun at times though. &gt;_&lt;' And if you all didn't know, last monday was my birthday!!! And if you remember...I tend to hate my birthday...but this year's was kinda different. Sh[Sean! O_O'] and Collin gave me RO presents. X_x' A panda hat and some weird bag of money headgear. Hah...meanwhile my dear sent me lots of sweet sms and the really sad thing is that my stupid phone can't seem to reply or sent messengers!!!! And lastly a good friend wrote a story for me[I'm a knight! XP]...a perfect gift if you ask me.[She's no one you guys know...so don't need ask.] All in all it was a wonderful day, but what really bugs me now...is the fact that exams are so fricking close!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Notes down stuff that he needs to complete*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Plan something sweet for my dear...and skip bio on sept 15&lt;br /&gt;2. Study!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish homework at least...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112307581973851218?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112307581973851218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112307581973851218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112307581973851218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112307581973851218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/08/waaaahhh-exams-so-close-really-not-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-112264586853945400</id><published>2005-07-29T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T07:04:28.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...umm...yeah, changed the blog skin...once more modified by me...and ya...Gensomaden Saiyuki again. X_x' Took a while, but I think it looks ok...not too bad even...kinda like it also...especially the gojyo dance. XD "Lets all do the Gojyo!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-112264586853945400?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/112264586853945400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=112264586853945400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112264586853945400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/112264586853945400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/07/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111977464747494326</id><published>2005-06-26T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:30:47.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellos all, school opening tomorrow...how saddening. Anyways, how has all of you guys and girls holidays been? Mine has been a weird mixture of love and hate. It's been boring and yet dreamy at the same time, odd huh? I practically shun my studies aside and live and let live. Living each day as it is. And pretty much hanging out with my dearest on RO. Anyways, I've decided not to continue the invokers...which clearly invoked Dw. Instead I've already begun on a new project, or you can call it an old one. Basicly it's on the Entwined series which was the roots of Heaven's tears, Hell's sorrow. However...I won't be putting it up here, for lazy reasons. So if you're interested and have nothing to do, you can always ask me to send it to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111977464747494326?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111977464747494326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111977464747494326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111977464747494326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111977464747494326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/06/hellos-all-school-opening-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111901960964665306</id><published>2005-06-17T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T07:46:49.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well as you can see from below, Invokers is just pretty much a messed up world...with Wrath making appearances and well...I doubt it'll attract anyone's attention. However, if you want to try it out...then be my guest. Go ahead if u have nothing better to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111901960964665306?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111901960964665306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111901960964665306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111901960964665306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111901960964665306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/06/well-as-you-can-see-from-below.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111901837977263907</id><published>2005-06-17T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T07:31:27.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Invokers~ Fragments of sorrow and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prologue: "Final days" [Part one]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has past since the Day of Judgment, a memorable day when the mortals pitted themselves against the army of the gods and emerged victorious with the help of a few individuals. Though the gates were now sealed, the world itself hasn't healed. Humans have grown more tempered with the lost of faith in their gods. Many wars have started due to that fact...from the ridiculous reasons of a country having too much land, to religious reasons of hating people who refuse to shun away their faith. And though the battle between dreads and angels only happened in Reina's hometown, it has affected the world one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However in all this madness, there's still one powerful country that continues its peace or...so it claims. And oddly, it's where the fateful battle began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning sky was covered with endless gray clouds that made it seemed as though it was going to rain, and the wind was howling as though it had lost something dear to it. Two young teenagers were racing each other on their bikes, their destination? Simply, was to get to school on time. Pedaling as fast as they could, the two boys were making good time. When suddenly, one of them began heading left of their normal road that was to cross the bridge before turning towards their school. He wore a red shirt matching his dark blue jeans. He was quite good looking with smooth black hair flying in the wind accompanied with soothing black-seated eyes. Directing his bike towards the railing of a stairway, he lifted his bike upwards and balanced himself while the wheels of his bike rolled him down the rail. Then just before his bike reached the river he was heading downwards to...he made another leap into the air with his bike and did a 360-degree spin before landing on a speedboat passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh, show off." The other young teenager commented as he pitted his bike against the speedboat. Although he was quickly falling behind, the young teenager remained calm and focus. Wearing a black coat in a very mysterious manner, the young man also had black seated-eyes but accompanied with dark brown hair jelled upwards on one side. Soon they were reaching their school, the young man leading ahead was just about to jump when all of a sudden the speedboat went the other way of the river. "Hey stop! Wait! Noooooooo!!!!" his voice echoed as he was now heading away from his school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other teenager on the other hand arrived at his school a few minutes later. "It never pays to show off..." he commented as he made his way to secure his bike on a parking space just for bikes. When he reached there, he realized that the area was empty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weird...I thought we were running late." He said, not knowing of what had really happened. As he searched the entire school for anyone he could clear his doubts with...he soon realized that the school was deserted. And oddly he was the only one there...not even the teachers could be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Four hours soon passed and it was recess time****&lt;br /&gt;The sky now was bright blue, clear of clouds and any chances of rain. Two friends were resting on the stairway while discussing of their morning.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...you dope! You woke me up an hour early!" the one in black shouted as he landed his fist on top of his friend's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah...at least we weren't late." His friend debated as he rubbed the sore part on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...you should have known better then to use him as an alarm clock." A female's voice cut in as she took a seat besides them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a moment of silence from the one in the black coat as he realized his female friend was right. However just as he was about to apologize, there was a special announcement for all students to proceed to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, just about everyone had arrived...the hall was a very grand place with it's red curtains on the stage and perfect lighting. And today, the curtains were closed and the lighting pointing towards them...obviously the school staffs were going to introduce someone to the school. The question is...who? And why was the person here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions were soon answered as the principle raised the curtain to reveal a smartly dressed man in a black suit, while introducing him. "Ahem, today we are all gathered here to welcome our new vice-principle...Mr. Cryhell." His hair was combed back, and his purple eyes showed a strict, confident look. Cryhell basically looked just like any vice-principle...however the three friends can't help but felt a weird dark aura around him. And just as Mr. Cryhell was about to speak, unexpectedly the sound of thunder could be heard echoing throughout the school...followed by the sound of heavy drops of water crashing on to the surface of the ground. It was raining...when a few minutes ago, the sky was as clear as an empty jar. Stunned and surprised, the students all turned their attention to their new vice-principle. "Well what do you know..." he started off knowing that he has gotten their attention with that last stroke of luck. "Anyways, besides me...there will be another new face in school. He's a new student, named Rein Luvensen. Lets give him a warm welcome, shall we?" he said warmly as he stepped aside to reveal a young teenager with dark blonde hair, his eyes closed as he leaned on the wall at the end of the stage. He wore clothing with a mixture of black and white, his jacket was also styled with many belts that don't seem to clip to anywhere. Upon hearing the applause, he slowly opened his eyelids to reveal his beautiful golden eyes before making his way towards the mike. However instead, of saying anything else..all he did was a bow before joining the other students below. "Okay...well, as your new vice-principle I'll be sure to look out for you students needs...blah bleh etc. I'm sure you guys don't want to listen to empty promises...so I'll just be straight. Nothing's going to change, but if I catch any of you misbehaving...I assure you. There will be dire consequences. That is all...now, return back to class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class went on as usual, but when it was dismissal time...just about everyone was talking about the new principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just don’t see what’s the heap about this...he's just like any other vice-principle." A young teenager commented as he rested his head on his desk, waiting for his friends to finish packing their lockers.&lt;br /&gt;"Well...I admit you have a point there Livan, but still...I can't help but sense something weird about him. A sense of uncertainty lurks around every move he makes...and every word he says." A young female teenager replied as convincing as she could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh, it's not like there's a conspiracy going on or anything...so why worry so much Reina?" another young teenager in a black coat asked as he placed the final book into the locker and locked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just can't help it Suiku...you know I'm always right about these things..." Reina argued back as she too finished packing her locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll just have to wait and see then. Besides...if anything were suspicious I would say it would have to be the new kid. After all...it's not everyday you see a transferred student appearing with a new vice-principle. It makes you wonder why he came here...and what happened before he did." Livan explained as he got up, prepared to leave as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the three were just about to leave the school, something caught Suiku's eye. It was the so-called new kid...Rein. On the grounds of the school red concourse, there he was...with the members of the kendo club. "Heh, fancy seeing you in my way new kid. I never thought I would get the chance to knock some sense into you so soon." One of them taunted as he raised his kendo stick. The young man was the leader of the kendo club, he had not only won many trophies but had also brought the school much fame. Then again just about every club in their school that competed with sports always did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shouldn't we do something?" Reina asked worriedly as she sensed a fight brewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No...this is how we settle things here. The weak must bend to the strong. Harsh...but effective. Hah but don't worry...there are always nice strong people who protect the weak as well. I guess this must be the first fight you've seen here, come to think of it your new here too huh? Reina..." Suiku explained as he rested his arms comfortably on the railings...preparing for a good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh, the strong protecting the weak? You talking about yourself?" Reina teased as she too got comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah...maybe sometimes, but if you want a perfect example...just look at that kind hearted fool running towards them." Suiku commented as he pointed to a teenager wearing a red shirt and dark blue jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Livan..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark clouds began gathering above the school again...it seems that today was just meant to be a rainy day. "You don't have to be here..." Rein said softly, trying to assure the concerned Livan, as he held out one of his arms to stop him. "You sure?" Livan asked before taking a step back when he saw Rein nodding.&lt;br /&gt;"Just watch the show..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I first presumed that you were annoying, but never did I thought you would be so arrogant as well. I guess it must be fate that brought me to you...in order to teach you some manners!" the leader cried out as he stood in his fighting stance, his two hands gripping the handle of the stick and holding it up towards Rein. Rein quickly reacted by standing in his own fighting stance. The rest of the kendo members then quickly charge forth to ensure their victory, "Argh...you fools, it's supposed to be a one on one fight!" their leader shouted in a frustrated manner. However, to his surprise...Rein was able to dodge the first few swings of the kendo attacks, before making two of them his own by pulling the sticks while making a kick to each of their owners. And with his new weapons, Rein made short work of the remaining followers. The rain soon started…with the fall of the last opposing kendo stick, and Rein felt his heart being flooded by the emotions that came with it. Closing his eyes, he began meditating... "Rain? Not impressed." Their leader commented as he approached quickly towards Rein. "Oh? Then allow me to enlighten you." Rein replied as he opened his eyes and gave a cold hard stare, before defending himself with one of the kendo sticks he held backwards. Immediately after that, he began his attack swiftly with the kendo stick he held upright…but all swings were easily blocked. "So...what's your name big shot? I see that your no push over..." Rein taunted as he retreated back to await an attack. "It's Kain, Kain Slasfer. And don’t think you'll win just because you hold two sticks." The leader confidently replied as he charged forward, thrusting his stick with such a great might that the rain drops could be seen breaking into mist. Realizing the technique was based on brute force, Rein gave a grin before countering the attack by changing the direction of the thrust with an upwards swing of his backwards stick. And a side-wards swing launched by a kick into the ground. The swing forced Kain flying into the air, but quickly landing on his feet. "Like I said before...not impressed." He taunted in an assuring manner as he revealed that the blow didn’t hurt him at all...apparently his stick had came just in time to block the impact. Rein gave a slight smile, it had been a long time since he had gotten into a good fight...as most of the time his battles were simply against just punks who think that they can fight just because they can throw a punch. "Well then...I guess it’s time to show you why...they call me Rain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tilting his feet forward and closing his eyes, Rein's body slowly moved forward without needing to lift a leg. It resembled moonwalking but without all the moving of the thighs and moon walking is usually done backwards. However, though as odd as it looked...Kain was once more not impressed as Rein was moving too slowly for the feat to be threatening. Soon Rein began making his move, just as he opened his eyes...his body looked as though it had shot straight towards Kain. Stunned by the speed, Kain couldn't react fast enough...and was slammed hard in the stomach by a kendo stick. The forceful impact combined with the incredible speed, sent Kain flying towards the school flag post. However, Kain seemed to be quick on his feet as he regained his balance in mid-air and sent himself rocketing towards Rein by rebounding from the flag post. Rein quickly reacted by sending himself shooting towards the side, barely dodging the thrusting kendo stick. As Kain came in contact with the ground, his kendo stick burst into millions of itty-bitty pieces. The impact also caused the raindrops around him to burst into a refreshing mist of water splashing on to his face. Looking back at the pieces of wood...Rein made a slight smile again. "Nice...very nice. Now...if only you can control the movement of your power in mid air." Rein advised as he threw his other kendo stick to Kain. Surprised by his foe’s gift, Kain grinned and replied to him in a confident manner. "This time...I won't miss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, before they could start it up again...a voice from behind them interrupted. "You don't have to...this fight is over. Unless any of you wishes to feel my wrath." The young man who shouted wore a loose tie, and crystal clear blue shades. His lightly colored black hair was messy, but oddly it gave him his own style. He also wore a white-collar shirt and brown jeans. Slowly, he stood between them and gave the both a welcoming glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whose that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh him...he's nobody, just the president of the student council."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...I see. Is he popular with the girls?" Reina asked jokingly as she saw a bunch of cheerleaders gathering while shouting out the name "Wrath! Wrath! Wrath!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...see for yourself. And yes, I know what you're going to ask next...they call him wrath because he likes to boast about his. Basically, the ladies like him...and the guys hate him. Hah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kain...I thought you knew better then this...no fighting on school grounds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't need your nagging Wrath...besides, your way of welcoming new students is no better..." Kain argued back as he withdrew his kendo stick while waiting for Wrath to deliver his welcoming gift. And soon enough, a mighty punch was thrown straight into Rein’s stomach. "Heh, I almost forgot." Wrath commented as he watched Rein almost falling to his knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain was almost unbearable to take and still stand. However it wasn't the first time that Rein had felt such a powerful punch…so it didn't came as quite a shock. He barely stood firmly where he was and commented to Wrath, "Nice...yours powerful too..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You aren't so bad yourself kid...now...do want to stand here all day or do you want to go back home without visiting the principle?" Wrath calmly asked as he took out his cell phone and was prepared to make a call to the principle if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rein quickly realized that there was no way of continuing this fight without putting him in trouble…and decided to take the second option, but before he did…he launched a powerful punch back towards Wrath. Sending him flying towards Kain. "A punch for a punch..." he said as he slowly made his way towards the school gate on the upper floor. However, before he could reach there he had to pass by Suiku...and as he did they exchanged eye contact with each other...as if sending a message to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I sense fear within you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got to be kidding me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111901837977263907?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111901837977263907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111901837977263907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111901837977263907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111901837977263907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/06/invokers-fragments-of-sorrow-and-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111824191816447892</id><published>2005-06-08T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T07:45:18.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well how's everyone? Haha long time no put post about life liaoz...my blog like not blog like that. Lol. And I intend to keep it that way. O_o' Haha. So first, news on story production. I've thought and thought about how to write in a sequal but...it ends up pretty mix up. So I'm thinking of droping the idea and try something else. To start a new from scratch. Well most importantly I need inspiration...so I guess to start a new may take some time as well. And basicly all I've really got to confirm are a few ideas, two characters and a title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Invokers~Fragments of sorrow and hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I really like this title...so much better then the other, haha. Now...back on life, "IT'S BORING" there. I can't bring myself to study and there's pratically nothing to do. Though I did meet this girl in RO...and well I'm not explaining any further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111824191816447892?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111824191816447892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111824191816447892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111824191816447892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111824191816447892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/06/well-hows-everyone-haha-long-time-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111776180623199059</id><published>2005-06-02T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T18:28:44.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ending song lyrics! X_x'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My rain~ [Rewind by Jay chou]&lt;br /&gt;[Re-written lyrics inspired by Shu huak's quote "When will my rain come?"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were days when I lied.&lt;br /&gt;When my smiles were only shallow.&lt;br /&gt;Just when? Just when, will it come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though that I've tried.&lt;br /&gt;Till I could just cry.&lt;br /&gt;I still find myself so far from rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that lie to please me.&lt;br /&gt;Only to awake and then it hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;Reality can just be...ever so cruel to me.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness I turn to consume me.&lt;br /&gt;Comfort it tends to give me.&lt;br /&gt;A special light grew from it...and showed me another truth of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth can hurt, and time will pass.&lt;br /&gt;But an eternal wish will always last.&lt;br /&gt;With the light that I found in my past, a dreamer I am to the outcast.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is painful, and time never ends.&lt;br /&gt;But my heart will always turn to my past.&lt;br /&gt;For the rain that will come someday, I find myself wishing for one last wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though that I've tried.&lt;br /&gt;Till I might as well die.&lt;br /&gt;I still find myself so far from rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul drifts with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;To where I always wished to be.&lt;br /&gt;Yet my tears...they just don't seem to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams where I stand-alone.&lt;br /&gt;Only to awake and then it relieves me.&lt;br /&gt;Reality can sometimes be ever so rewarding...&lt;br /&gt;Darkness that I turned to engulf me.&lt;br /&gt;Comfort it had always gave me.&lt;br /&gt;A special light that had stayed with me, and gave me hope that I never will believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth can hurt, and time will pass.&lt;br /&gt;But an eternal wish will always last.&lt;br /&gt;With the light that I found in my past, a dreamer I am to the outcast.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are beautiful, but they never last.&lt;br /&gt;As reality will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me of what I may never have. Silencing my heart with sorrow that tends to past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth can hurt, and time will pass.&lt;br /&gt;But an eternal wish will always last.&lt;br /&gt;With the light that I found in my past, a dreamer I am to the outcast.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are beautiful, but they never last.&lt;br /&gt;As reality will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish for once that my dream was true...that I was under the rain together with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;Just once.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be true.&lt;br /&gt;For my rain to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with every ending song to a movie or something, there's always credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to: Saiyuki for using it's lyrics of 'tightrope' and Utada Hikaru for her music of "First love" that I re-wrote to "One love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all the [&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ceiling&lt;/span&gt;] fans out there in the world, thank you for being there when I needed you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111776180623199059?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111776180623199059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111776180623199059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111776180623199059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111776180623199059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/06/ending-song-lyrics-xx-my-rain-rewind.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111753915382340635</id><published>2005-05-31T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T07:58:27.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Here we go again...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~"Eternal wish"~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day was soon turning into night, the battle waged against God's will would soon come to an end. The trees were still beatened by the pouring raindrops, and the roads flooded due to the never ending rain of the sky's tears. The dreads aided by the demon spirits were quickly wipping out Heaven's messengers...and in return perhaps truly sending back their own message to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Krion and Hien slowly walked down the stair way of silencing, not even the sound of their footsteps or voices could be heard. Perhaps it was just their imagination due to the emotions they were going through and because of what they were going to do. However it hadly seemed to bother them much. Soon they had reached the second chamber of the tower, in hope that their sister would be there to greet them. Not long ago, they had finished their 'talk' with their father and when they had returned to the chamber where they last saw their sister...she was no longer there. Slowly, Hien opened the door with a pale white force...and indeed there she was...waiting for their return. She stood at the center of the chamber, her eyes closed and her fingers interlocked with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So...it's going to be over soon huh?" she asked, trying as hard as she could to hide her sadness in her tone. However her brothers didn't take long to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You knew didn't you? You knew all along... Heh, how could you not? After all...during the time you were with father, he must have gotten to know alot from you...and so did you about him. And also about his plans..." Hien said calmly...as he walked towards his sister and gave her a hug from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you don't know which one of us would continue on living...do you? " Hien asked as he lightly let go of his sister and rejoined Krion to begin the ceremony. Reina shooked her head slowly and as tears begin to fall from her eyes, she replied, "I fear the worst."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing her words, the two brothers pondered...which choice would be the one that would pain her the most. However soon they decided that they had already made up their minds and wasn't going to change their decision...not even for the sorrowful tears of their sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Live on Reina..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the two brothers nodded to each other and drew their swords. "One last duel." they both said once more as if they knew what the other was thinking. Leaping into the air, Krion and Hien gave a grin to each other before clashing their swords in mid air. As soon as they landed, they threw each other's sword like a boomerange towards the other. And as they caught each other's sword, the two brothers quickly gave a stab to each other's stomach. Their crimson blood flowed along the swords like water and quickly began dripping on the floor. "With our blood as heretics, I Hien Lockheart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I Krion Lockheart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"End this senseless fighting that we created...and ask for forgiveness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You...you fools! What about me! How could you leave me behind like this!" Reina cried out in a mixture of sorrow and anger upon hearing their answer but it was too late...the ceremony had already begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light particles could be seen rising from Hien while shadow particles from Krion. Soon a beautiful mist of light glowed at Hien's heart, and a blue crystal amulet appeared. Wheras a red crystal amulet appeared from Krion's mist of black shades.&lt;br /&gt;"And so it ends..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the two brothers collapsed together with the amulets in hand. Reina slowly approached her brothers to see if they were really dead, but before she could check for their heart beats...a piece of rock from the ceiling fell. Summoning a barrier just before it crushed her, she quickly realized that the entire castle was about to collapse just as her brothers did. Quickly, she grabbed one of the amulets but had to run off before getting the other as the entire castle began to break and close in on itself... And as the final angel was slain and the last of the spirits faded, the rain finally stopped and the dark clouds began dispersing to reveal the pale white moon tonight...accompanied by two bright shining stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the shining moon, a cable car had stopped in the middle of it's journey. Trapping two long lost lovers above the sea, and a view of the moon just above the ocean's end of sight that could mesmerize anyone regardless if they were in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where am I?" the male asked as he slowly awoken and adjusted his eyes to suit the night's setting. He found himself laying on a beautiful young girl's lap, and asked, "Rena...am I truly here this time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young lady was looking out towards the moon, upon hearing Krion's question she look back down into his eyes and replied to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tears of joy then surfaced and fell on to Krion's face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krion too couldn't help but cry, but as he did...he wiped off Rena's tears and told her, "Don't cry...remembered what I once told you? I'll gladly cry for you...so that your heart no longer has to feel that sorrow..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes...I remember, but there's no longer a need to...this time they are tears of joy not sorrow...and I would very much like to keep this feeling within my heart if you don't mind..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krion soon found the strength to get up...as he did, he felt the rays of the mesmerizing moon upon his skin. He soon realized that they were both trapped in a cable car and a thought came to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you remember that this onced happened before when we were alife?" he asked as he stared into the moon's rays together with his one and only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rena revealed a slight smile as she replied, knowing exactly what her beloved meant by that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes...and you foolishly wished that it could last for eternity..."~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in the rumble of the holy castle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this not what you came for? Seeker of darkness?" a mysterious voiced asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fog of darkness then appeared from no where to engluf the hooded teenager. Unafraid and undaunted he lifted his head and replied in a confident tone, "Yes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However what he saw soon disturbed his confidence...as his prize was now located across a sea of dark waters. "Do you intent to give it me personally or do you expect me to swim across?" the young teenager asked annoyingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just get it as how you would do with any other things you would wish to hold dear to..." the voice replied calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenager thought about it for a while before closing his eyes and realizing the answer before him. "Through my will then." he whispered to himself and true enough when he opened his eyes he found himself on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well answered seeker...now...annouce your name proudly to the amulet and submit your heart to darkness. Find your comfort and hold it tight...never to let it go again...so you'll never be hurt again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm...no...my name...yes my name is....Rumora Suiku, bringer of darkness. Holder of the silent shadows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The end? Well hope that you reader or readers enjoyed it.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111753915382340635?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111753915382340635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111753915382340635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111753915382340635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111753915382340635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/05/here-we-go-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111736073095168303</id><published>2005-05-29T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T03:04:58.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...that's pretty much it for that chapter which reached 7 k of words. Now that's left is to determin the ending that will lead to the next story. Total of 25,921 words without the ending. Ok...now more on life. Recently have been addicted to star wars hahaha. The ps2 game is very fun, *Swings light saber and use the force to throw driods around* Then there is the lego version that looks so fricking cute! Going to some kind of three day camp tomorrow so I won't be online the next three days...and lesser writing also. Well have fun during the holidays people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111736073095168303?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111736073095168303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111736073095168303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111736073095168303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111736073095168303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/05/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111724587163405825</id><published>2005-05-27T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T19:17:37.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Part five, "Endless shall finally come to an end."]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain had continued on endlessly for the past few hours, it was though the sky was crying for this hopeless world...The dreads are gaining back their momentum but the angels still seem to have the upper hand. Krion and the others had settled the other threats and now all that was left was the face to face 'talk' with their father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the last chamber...so where is he?" Hien asked as he looked around only to find the emptiness that reminded him of his own. The chamber truly was filled with nothing except a grand chair and well...a very expensive TV set complete withh surround sound. All of a sudden, a different voice replied, "Up here my sons..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up, they found a door large enough for only one person to get through...it looked a bit broken as well, maybe because of the strength used to shut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Hien extended his angel wings and slowly flew towards the door, Krion followed suit and grabbed his shoulder just in time before Hien opened the door. "You won't be alone this time. I'm here too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting his other arm on Krion's shoulder and showing him an expression of gratitude, Hien then turned back to see Reina sitting on the grand chair and holding out her hand towards the TV with the remote control in her palm to change the channels. Before Hien even needed to open his mouth to ask...the answer came to him. "I'm not going...I've already done enough 'talking' with our father. Besides...my favourite show is on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing their sister's reason, the two brothers quickly gave a big smile to her before looking back up to the door. 'Here we go...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they opened the door, a large amount of water came pouring in. Dodging it just in time, the rain water was just about to land on their sister's head when she summoned a barrier to shield her fore head. "Oh...and remember to close the door. Thanks." she commented without even looking back at her brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two brothers got a bit surprised, but got over quickly upon hearing their father taunting at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's taking you boys so long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krion and Hien then flew through the door in an orderly manner and soon found themselves drenched in the pouring rain. "Of all the places you had to pick to fight..." Hien commented as he hated getting wet for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...I like the rain, don't you?" their father asked in a friendly manner as he looked up towards the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes...but not getting wet because of it..." Hien replied as he drew Kenyin's sword and threw it towards their father. Catching it swiftly, Ledius stared at the sword for a few moments before saying, "Thank-you Kenyin...for sticking by me so long." And with a swing of the sword, a red blade with black lining appeared out of the handel. Hien was quickly surprised by the blade's colour and realized that the sword had the ablity to create a different blade for a different user since it's seal was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well then lets begin shall we?" Ledius asked clamly as he approached the two brothers. Hien encirled their coming father and soon the two brothers were on two different sides of their father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hien and Krion made the first move by attacking their father from both sides. Hien unleashed a wave of force to his father as he came closer and Krion drew his twin swords against him. Unaffected by the wave of force, Ledius defended Hien's sword with the devil's and gave Krion a hard time with his extended sword of red light. Each blow was defended with precise timing and accuracy till it was as though the three had already rehearsled their battle before hand. Krion changed tatics and switched to his twin pistols for a better chance. Firing a string of bullets while narrowly dodging the blade of crimson light by bending back. Krion made a grin thinking that the bullets were sure to meet their mark, but his grin soon faded as with a flip of Kenyin's sword...the crimson blade reduced the bullets to ashes. The grin was then transfered to Ledius as he extended the crimson blade again and made a three hundred degree spin, causing Krion and Hien to be shifted from their original positions just to defend themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My my...is this all you too got?" Ledius taunted as he realized that his sons weren't trying their hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh...you want it, you got it!" Krion replied confidently as the air around him soon become uneven and an aura of light and darkness covered his body. His eyes turned golden and his smile devilish. Joining his twin swords to form a lance like weapon, he charged forth without warning or doubt of his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krion's speed was unnatural, as he took his first step...the next second he was already at his destination. Thus he was able to achieve the rythem of attacking his father on a different side as each second past only to never return. Unfortunately for Krion, his father was used to such attacks and easily defended them with his two swords. Soon his father summoned a wave of dark wind then swept Krion off his feet and as Krion was in mid air, he quickly charged forward while extending the crimson blade to form a much faster attack. However before his sword even touched a single strand of hair from Krion, it was held back by a pale white force. The force soon grew stronger and repelled the sword back to it's weilder. Hien stepped in to the scence in front of Krion and said, "Lets get this party started!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two brothers once more attacked on both sides, but this time they were making more progress. With brute strength, the two forced their way towards their father by unleashing powerful strings of attacks with their weapons, combined with counter attacks for the incoming swords. Seeing no way out but up, Ledius made a mighty leap into the dark clouds to avoid the final swings of the two brother's blades. Hien gave chase, while Krion switched to his pistols and fired another string of bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reaction, Ledius extended the crimson blade only to barely miss Hien but to silce Krion's bullet into halves. Hien and Ledius soon clashed their weapons as they met, Krion decided joined in but was quickly redirected by an incoming blade that reminded him of the colour of blood. Hien too soon had his own encounter of the crimson blade, it's vicious assualt caused Hien to crash into the flooded floor below and made a small explosion of rain drops. Annoyed, Hien summoned a pale white force around Ledius to bring him back down as well. Extending his devil wings, Ledius tried his best to stay in the air but the glowing force around him soon had their way and plunged him back down into the rain covered roof. Before long he found himself having to face bullets shrouding with the power of darkness. Using the crimson blade once more, he sliced the bullets in half...but unexpectedly the other halves were still flying towards him. In the split second, the other half of the bullets rejoined to form a whole because of Hien's pale white force. The bullets now flew with a beautiful mix of light and dark energy...causing them to be truly bullets of twilight. Ledius felt the threat and unleashed a wave of dark wind combined with the power of his crimson blade inorder to pit his might against theirs. However the power of the bullets proved to be unheavenly strong as only with a touch from his sword, sent Ledius into the air barely dodging a few of the bullets. One found it's way into his left arm while another into his right leg. Extending his devil like wings once more, Ledius hovered back to the roof and said to his sons, "My...oh how strong you two have becomed. One controlling the Sinned light while the other the Twilight of shadows. It makes my heart proud to see you both this way and yet pity..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled by his father's comment...Krion asked,"Pity?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you know why I decided to have children with your mother? Do you want to know what I learnt when I was for one second...God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a moment of silence after the questions...neither Krion nor Hien knew how to answer their father's questions, but not for long as their answer soon came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I became God for that one second during the second uprising...I learnt about everything that was going to happen for the next three years. From Krion's awakening, to when Hien was going to open the gates to hell. Not only that...I found a way to fully seal the gates once and for all. And do you now realize the reason why i brought the three of you into this world?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer soon became clear...that their father needed heretics, somehow they were suposed to be able to close the gates fully...the way? No one knew accept their father...but then it struck him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Could it be? Just like mother..." Hien questioned in his mind as finally his father revealed the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A sacrifice is needed for each gate my sons...the blood that drips from the sacrifice would be the key to opening the gates again. Thus because you are heretics your blood have no equal except for the three of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden shadow of sorrow seem to be casted on the two brothers as they realized two out of the three of them would have to end their lives today. Many thoughts raced through the brothers mind as they thought whether they wanted to die. Questions of purpose, obligations, promises seem to float into their minds endlessly. Perhaps if they had found out a few days ago...the both of them would have gladly gave up their lives. However sadly, though it should be a happy matter...the two brothers were finally able to let go and smile to this forsaken world. Hien then wondered if their father had forseen who would be the ones to be sacrificed and so asked he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then...do you know which two heretics will end their lives this day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid not...my vision stopped at this point. Fate has a funny way of presenting itself sometimes...always when on the most crucial moment is the part where no one can see. Not even God himself..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah...so it is only at this point of our lives that we have control of." Krion commented sadly with a slight mix of sacarsim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyways...since the both of you are so undecisive, perhaps in the heat of battle would your answer be clear." Ledius suggested as he once more extended the crimson blade that retracts back right after the user swings it. Holding it out to his right, the pouring rain evaporated at the touch of the crimson blade causing endless steam to rise from the sword. Soon, Ledius positioned himself to swing his blade downwards between them. The two brothers didn't move an inch and stood next to each other hoping that what their father said was true...perhaps on the verge of death would their answer be acquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the crimson blade was swung downwards, time seem to slowly paused and their lives started to flash by them. For Hien, images of his mother smiling and the times spent with his brother and sister brought to him the most joy. He could recall a time when it was just them playing their instruments till midnight when the neighbours started to complain. However, even when Rena joined in...things never really seemed to change except that Krion suddenly always had a smile on his face...but then the night of devil may came and that's when it all started to become dark. The killing...the blood...the sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krion however had already decided his answer not too long ago...for him the one thing he wanted more then anything in the world, was just to be re-united with her again and perhaps the only way to do that was simply...to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sword soon came crashing down right in the small gap between the brothers. Narrowly missing them and causing their coats and hair to waver from the impact, Ledius quickly asked his two sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your decisions my sons?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the two brothers replied saying each other's words as if they knew what each other were thinking, they gave a slight smile...content with their answer. "Reina will live." However Hien added something else at the back of their answer, "But you won't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing their answer, Ledius replied calmly as he took steps by steps closer to the edge of the roof. "I never had...my sons...I never had. And one more thing Hien...your mother died happy. Not because of me but because of the three of you. I thought I should at least let you know that..." And then with one last step back...he fell...into the confusion of dreads and angels. However just as soon as he did, he unleashed an unbelievable swarm of demon spirits...countless, endless were words that could describe the swarm perfectly. The spirits rosed into the air at first, joyous that they were free and soon did their master's biding...for the one and only last time. "To slay all angels, none must survive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking in a deep breath before breathing out again, Krion decided to head back to the chamber. Hien however was questioning what his father had just told him...'Was it just to safe his own skin? But then why did he jump to his death?' However before anymore doubts arrived a comforting voice said to him, "It's over...even if what he said was a lie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed...their part of battling was over. And as much as he wanted to believe his father's words...Hien knew he'll find out once they reach hell. Now all that was left was to seal off the two gates and everything should be back to normal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111724587163405825?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111724587163405825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111724587163405825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111724587163405825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111724587163405825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/05/part-five-endless-shall-finally-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111720523056414667</id><published>2005-05-27T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T08:58:47.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Sigh* Why do I bother sometimes...just let me be...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part four, "A silent dream"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel chamber filled itself with a blinding light, as Hien and the crimson angel clashed their swords together. The crimson angel soon retreated again and lauched a blast of white energy from his lance, the blow was soon blocked by a combination of Reina's barrier powered by Kenyin's sword of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Light cannot banish light...how ironic no?" Hien commented as the blast of light vanquished into the air. Quickly, he and Reina took off in different directions...running with un-human speed on the chamber walls...the two onced more combined their efforts to form a giant cross of light towards their foe by jumping across each other and clashing their weapons energy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that the attack was harmless, the angel charged forth only to be blasted back by the cross. "But...but how?" the angel asked in a surprised manner...but before it got an answer, it felt it's arms crushed by a soft white glow. And then a barrier forcing it towards the wall and disarming it of it's weapons. As it struggled to break free of the force holding it back, Hien extended the sword of light towards his angered and puzzled foe. With a cruel smile, Hien told the angel to take a closer look at his sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glow of the blade was no longer shining brightly like light, instead now it was a combination of a pale white glow and transparent material. "I broke your seal angel...now your sword no longers bears your light, but mine. The sinned light." Hien named it as he withdrew his weapon and signalled Reina to set the angel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Sinned light, a light of sorrow and despair...a light that had lost it's innocence. A light that is harder to understand then understanding the darkness itself.' the angel thought as it shooked off the effects of the force once holding it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me angel, do you wish for a change? If so...let us pass and stop with this nonesense of bring angels to this world..." Hien spoke with his most convincing voice as he turned his back towards the angel and began making his way towards the exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel felt frustrated of what Hien had asked it to do, after all how could he have asked it to betray the gods knowing that the angel was part of them. Taking out its anger, the angel charged forward towards Hien onced more with it's devil like claws...but before it could even lay a single finger at Hien, it was stopped by his stern voice shouting, "How can you expect the world to change when you yourself refuse to change for that matter...wake up. Look around you. Help end this nightmare. Haven't you had enough of waiting and hoping? Now is the time to do something about it by letting us confront the devil above. So please..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side lines, Reina held her staff forward to summon a barrier at anytime she pleases. However it seems that it wouldn't be neccessary. The angel had stopped in reaction of Hien's words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess you have started to change as well Hien..." Reina said to herself with a slight smile before lowering her staff and joining her brother. As the two left the angel there to ponder about Hien's words, Reina thought to herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The sinned light...it's aura circles around you brother...but somehow it draws me to you instead of repelling.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile back down Krion was waiting for a signal to meet up with his brother. He knew very much how Hien hates it when he steals the show...so for once here he was...waiting. As he sat on the steps of the stairway, Krion thought about many things...but mostly about her. As he remebered about their last meeting, he tremebled at the thought of it. For the last time they had met, Rena had asked him to forget about her...but till now she was still the subject of his mind. From the video, he had confirmation that she onced loved him...for now...that was enough to get him through. But for how long? He wondered as he started to get restless and decided to check up on the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the top of the stair way, Krion found himself infront of an open door. Inside was a chamber filled with statues of angels, and two gates. One was already opened while the other was shut tight. A statue of a angel was standing infront to make sure of it. In one hand it held it's sword and the other it's lance...and though nothing was written or said, Krion couldn't help but feel that the statue was there to protect the gate from harm or perhaps from anything that wanted to open it. Sensing that no one was in the room, Krion quickly ran through it and up another stairway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And so it ends tonight...father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back outside, the dreads were serious over whelmed by the increased number of angels. Though the dreads had the upper hand of speed, the god's protection proved to be too big of an annoyance to wip them out fast enough before a dread gets surrouded and huntered. 'Should we retreat?' Jen asked himself as he flew further to get a larger view of the battle. Indeed...they were losing, and quickly losing more and more dreads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere nearby, a group of pilots had gathered by the order of their commander to help out the remaining dreads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...it's not much of a plan but that's it, just get in there and help out...I know it's very much different from the missions we have been given but it's still a mission none the less." one of them said as he patted his team mates on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is going to be easy..." another said as he left the group to get into the cockpit of his dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When finally all of them had gotten into their cockpit, one of them commented, "Let darkness rain..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh, indeed Rumora...indeed. Now, everyone it's time." the leader of the group commandered and took off in his sleek black dread. Soon six more similar dreads were launched into the battlefield. Silcing and blasting angels as they passed by, the seven dreads seem to have no problem getting by the god's protection...it was as if it didn't even exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111720523056414667?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111720523056414667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111720523056414667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111720523056414667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111720523056414667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/05/sigh-why-do-i-bother-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111676217573817761</id><published>2005-05-22T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T07:04:38.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Part three, "Questionable"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions, questions and more questions. Isn't that what life offers? And no matter how many we solve, there would still be an endless sea of many more. Our actions, feelings, thoughts, words, strength...are they all not questionable? So...why? Why with all the dreams? Why with all the ambitions? Why fight? Why give up? Why anything? I'm even starting to question why I begun on this journey for revenge in the first place...but more then anything, I know I must face him. I know I must end this...after all I was the one who opened the gate. Would you forgive me? Would I forgive myself? Once I finally seal back the gates...if it is possible that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reina...have you found something I haven't? Is that why you went with our father? Or was it your wanting for answers did you leave. Where do you stand in all of this mess that I've created? I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Krion...what is it that happened to you that made you smile like you are now...and with that smile you seem to have gotten stronger as well...wheras I...I don't seem to have changed at all...I'm still as weak as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding grudges and refusing to let go...would someone please free me from this madness? I don't think I can take much more of this...this endless fighting! When is it going to end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What now? I'm panting? Short of breath after a few hundred steps? What am I? Human? What was I thinking! I could have flown up with my wings instead of running step by step...this isn't good...my mind ain't clear anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am...what lies behind this door I can't really say I know, but...I'm alone now...no one can save me if I fail...so...I have to promise. I no longer want to be weak. I will be strong. For...for no ones sake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile back on the first floor, Krion was having a hard time in delivering a killer blow. There was no room to lanuch anything at all, the attacks from Isenyu just kept coming without leting up for a rest. Not only that, Krion seem to be getting tired with each passing second...and soon enough a mighty kick from Isenyu sent Krion crashing into the walls of the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh...looks like I can't out last you huh?" Krion joked as he took his time to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess not." Isenyu said calmly as if nothing had happened. In appearance he looked as if he hadn't even broke a sweat, still strong as ever and it looked like he could have gone on for hours without stopping. 'I have to find a better way to fight against him...' Krion thought as he searched his waist for anything that might give him an advantage. Soon he found the twin pistols that he used to use so much, and then it struck him. If they had worked against Kenyin, then why not this God slayer before him? Quickly changing his weapons, Krion gave a grin and bet on his luck or as he puts it 'theory'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lets give it a shot then ne?" Krion said to himself as he pulled the trigger and examined the effect, just like any scientist would do in an experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preditably enough, Isenyu defended himself with a spin of his spear and blocked the incoming bullet. However, soon more and more faster and stronger bullets began heading for his direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is futile, no matter how impactive your bullets may be. I can simply change their directions with the claw blades of my weapon." he commented as true enough, every bullet had been countered. And without any warning, Isenyu fired a combined wave of dark and light energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving out a sigh, Krion thought to himself, 'Why does almost everyone know how to counter bullets...' before firing his own bullet of light and dark energy. As the two powers collided and exploded in a beautiful mist of twilight, Krion quickly took the opportunity to fire another string of bullets. The bullets broke through the mist and quickly caught Isenyu by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However before any of the bullets could reach him, a powerful wave of dark wind gather them together and slowly landed them in the palm of Isenyu's hand. When the mist cleared, a grining Isenyu revealed the bullets before by dropping them on the ground one by one. "It appears I cannot finish this battle with you one with two shadows. The darkness is calling...apparently the angels are winning. And I cannot allow that." he explained before dissappearing into the shadows of the chamber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'For many, it would have seem that their foe had chicken out...but with that last displayment of the darkness. I wonder...could I have really won if he had fought with full strength from the begining?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, at the second chamber the door to the chamber of angels had been opened. Within it lay many statues of angels, some holding their weapons for war. Others held babies to represent mercy...in the mess of angels five of them were larger and more detailed then the rest and guarded all corners of the chamber. As Hien took his first step into the chamber, the large statue of a devil like angel began to glow bright red. Soon, the rock pieces began falling apart bit by bit. A red glow quickly filled the room as the angel awakened and unleashed it's aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have come..." it spoked with a solemn voice as it looked down to gaze upon the light blury arura around Hien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you been waiting for me? Why?" Hien asked, puzzled at the great being before him...it's body was covered with armor as crimson as the colour of blood, and its mouth doesn't seem to open whenever it speaks...it's eyes hidden under it's helmet...it brought about the aura of many death with it's crimson glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel kept silent for a moment before finally replying, "To end this meaningless sorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then let me through..." Hien requested hopefully as he began walking to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That I cannot. With your death will then the sorrow end..."the angel explained as it drew it's dual bladed lance and stabbed it in front of Hien to stop his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That may be true...but there's something I need to do first kay?" Hien said sadly as he stepped past the lance and was just about to opened the door when suddenly, an invinsible force pulled him back and sent him crashing into the door he came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot wait. With each second past, the lord would want more and more angels. And in the end their meaningless existance would be but to end. Unless the problem is solved soon...many more empty souls would be born." the angel explained sadly as he hinted Hien to battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hopelessly lost, Hien drew his father's sword as well as Kenyin's. For right now...he no longer wanted to fight, to stuggle...he felt as if he should die just then and forget about everything else. Gripping his sword's tightly, he charged forth to try to end this battle in one swift blow. However, the crimson angel froze Hien's movements with an invinsible force again. It then crushed Hien down on to the floor and prepared to carry out the lord's judgement, but before it could made his move...a different invinsible force in the form of a barrier stopped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do ya think you're doing lying there! Get up!" a female's voice filled the chamber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately Hien was filled with strength and hope as he realized whose voice it was, finally making an effort to fight back...he resisted the force that was pushing him down and slowly began to stand. Surprised the angel was, but undaunted as it sent it's lance straight towards Hien. The large lance was quickly stopped by a pale transparent force, before sent flying back to it's master. Hien followed close by and as soon as the angel had caught it's lance, he extended the sword of light and swung it as hard as he could against the angel. However the blade was quickly repelled as soon as it reached the angel's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is futile if you wish to slay me by that sword. Light cannot banish light. After all...I was that light's forger." the angel explained as it retreated back to guard the door while Reina and Hien made a quick reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Reina gave her brother a big hug, she whispered to his ears, "No matter what, I'll always be standing by your side. So you don't have to worry about being alone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling surprised and relieved Hien commented, "How...how did you knew?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...your eyes, it reminded me of...well...loneliness. So I thought that might cheer you up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hien soon found himself filled with strength...a strength he had not felt for so long...or perhaps this was what Krion had described as a heart's contentment. When your heart feels ever so light and ready to take on anything...as if you had finally found your paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he whispered back to Reina's ears, out of joy...he let out a beautiful smile that could sooth any tainted heart. "Heh, thank-you..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111676217573817761?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111676217573817761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111676217573817761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111676217573817761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111676217573817761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/05/part-three-questionable-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111673273365984860</id><published>2005-05-21T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T22:12:10.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess everyone should be pretty bump out cause of the exams...well all I can say is that, always have your sense of humor!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD Being crazy is a great way to fight depression, anyway...considerably I did like borderline...after resisting writing for two weeks and studying not like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-maths: 73/100 [Sixth in class? But even so, the difference between the fourth and me is like 10...so yeah no point.]&lt;br /&gt;A-maths: 55/100 [Yay! I pass with dull colours!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;Physics: 69/100 [WTF!!!!!!!!! .... Lost to shao hong by one mark! And because of that one mark no A2!!!!!!!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: 76.5/100 [Comes to no surprise since it's like the first subject I studied for though it was the last exam being tested......]&lt;br /&gt;Biology: 42/70 [Okay...it was like last minute effort so can't say I'm entitled to be dissappointed here...]&lt;br /&gt;Humanities: 32/50 , 25.5/50 [My worst humanities marks ever cause of Geography...it's like a calling, " I DUN WANNA BE A FAARMER!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: 66/120 [Waaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh hate chinese!!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;English: 32/50 [Okay...alot of people got this for some reason...now to hope that I did a good job in paper 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's a rap. Special mentions would be for the very evil collin of not studying and yet still getting As...and a surprising Wen xi for getting second in english and Bio. O_o' Sigh* And another annoucement, I just hit 20 k words...and need more editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img274.echo.cx/img274/1198/untitledhhh4ma.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, always have your sense of humor. ^_^'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111673273365984860?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111673273365984860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111673273365984860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111673273365984860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111673273365984860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/05/guess-everyone-should-be-pretty-bump.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111664718709278629</id><published>2005-05-20T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:53:33.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Part two, "Twilight"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sound of thunder and flashes of lighting filled the chamber, Krion's shadow began spliting into two. One with angel wings, the other with devil ones...but Krion's body remained in his human form. Realizing that Krion had finally reached the final stage of his powers, the God Slayer gave a slight smile before explaining to his puzzled foes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see you have reached Twilight one with two shadows...unfortunately I meant it when I said none can pass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that, Krion drew his twin blades and joined them together to form a dual bladed spear quite similar to his opponent's. Holding up his spear with one of his hands in a way that it is parallel to the floor and placing his other hand directly above the other with two of his fingers closed. Krion said to Hien, "Go...his mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You sure?" Hien asked as he too drew his sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, and take this to our father..." Krion replied, and placed Kenyin's sword into the palm of his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However just as Hien was about to take his leave, a glowing sphere of light energy flew in his direction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What bold words...and to have taken Kenyin's sword...but like I said before, no one can past."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slicing the sphere of energy with Kenyin's sword of light, Hien smiled and commented, "Remember what we used to say Krion? If we say we can..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then we most definitely can!" the two brothers finished together as they both made their way towards their goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krion quickly moved up to occupy Isenyu as Hien made his way towards the door leading to the stairway, but before Krion could even clashed his weapon against his foe...Isenyu fired another sphere of energy towards him. This time it was bitch black and spreaded like shadows. Making a leap into the air Krion dodged the sphere and rebounded back from the wall towards Isenyu. Getting more and more annoyed at their persistance, Isenyu slammed his fully charged claw at Krion and released the energy at the same time, blasting the heretic through the front door he had just came from and out into the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he turned back as fast as he could to stop his other foe, he shouted towards him, "None can past!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hastily he spun his spear in a circular motion above his head, white and black energy waves were then released one by one throughout the room before finally releasing a tornado of black and white energy towards Hien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hien was caught by surprise and got blown back by the tornado of energy heading towards him, unlike wind...the energy emitted by the tornado hurt in many different ways. The light energy not only reminded him of his lost innocence but also burnt his skin, the dark energy on the other hand brought to him his fear of being alone and slashed his body with a coldness that made it seem ever so painless. Gripping Kenyin's sword that represented the light and his father's the darkness, Hien made a leap into the air and entered the center of the tornado. There he spun with all his might in the opposite direction the tornado moved, thus breaking the vortex and neutralising the dark and light energy within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Krion had flew back up and was now clashing his weapons against Isenyu with a rain of wet feathers left behind from his entry. Their weapons never seemed to slash anyone as, regardless if they sepearated their spears or used them as one...their weapons clashed with each blow they unleashed and created a slight and soothing glow of dark and light...&lt;br /&gt;Their battle was getting tiresome with no clear winner, as even with Krion launching attacks on Isenyu, the God slayer never seemed to miss the chance to launch his own attacks on Hien. Soon Hien grew tired of trying and decided to finish off the God slayer before heading up. Extending the sword of light, he made a mighty leap into the air before crashing down his weapon on Isenyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isenyu soon found himself attacked by not only dual swords but now an added extendable sword of light. "Perfect." he commented as he began swirling his spear again, as the swirling spear defended each attack successfully... the claws of his weapon glowed brighter and brighter with dark and light energy. Soon his weapon shone as bright as it ever could and by sepearating the spear once more, Isenyu swung down the two claws at the two brothers. The side filled with light at Krion, while the one with darkness at Hien. Two massive waves of energy was released in the split second the weapons touched the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned by the power of the attack, Krion and Hien found themselves with nowhere to hide and having no choice but to confront the waves. Hien extended Kenyin's sword and quickly created a giant sword to block the darkness. Krion on the other hand had no such defense, instead he fought back by unleashing his own wave of dark energy in a form of a cross. As all the energy within the chamber collided, a massive explosion ocurred...creating a thick fog of dust. "Your're making it very clear aren't you? The real reason why you want us both in the same room." Krion commented in the fog of dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So...you've noticed, but I suppose it won't work anymore huh?" Isenyu's voice asked in a dissappointed manner as he realized that in this fog Hien would have already entered the door he tried to protect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dust slowly settled, Krion replied in a taunting manner, "Without a doubt, as it's very clear to me now...you too have achieved Twilight. But in a different way from mine, your light and darkness are balanced...in such a way that inorder to utilize the both sides you need to gather the two different energies seperatly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing his foe's understanding, Isenyu gave out a short laugh and prepared to battle this worthly opponent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile in the highest chamber above, Ledius too gave out a short laugh as he had been observing their battle closely on a giant tv screen equipped with all around sound system. Reina on the other hand was just about to leave, when her father's voice stopped her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And where may you be off to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To meet up with Hien of course." Reina replied annoyingly as she realized where Krion got his habit of asking stupid questions with obvious answers from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would advise you not to go but then again you wouldn't have listened anyway...as the next chamber Hien's heading to...is where the angel I've been talking about is...for with each step Hien takes the closer the crimson angel's awakening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All the more reason I must." Reina replied calmly as she exited, leaving her father alone in his peace. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111664718709278629?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111664718709278629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111664718709278629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111664718709278629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111664718709278629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/05/part-two-twilight-as-sound-of-thunder.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111643157780141965</id><published>2005-05-18T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T08:52:57.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are over and everyone's blog skins are looking great, mine is still the same as ever...as easy to do as one two three. Hahah, I dun deny it. Anyway, just like everyone...tomorrow's the day where so many of us dies...so saddening. Been writing again as you can see bellow, part one of the chapter is out. In any case...life has just beeen..."unlucky" sigh* And also as annoying as ever...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Smiles can represent many things...it is up to our hearts to decide what they mean.~ R.s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111643157780141965?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111643157780141965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111643157780141965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111643157780141965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111643157780141965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/05/exams-are-over-and-everyones-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111629590459166341</id><published>2005-05-16T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T07:59:15.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so it begins ladies and gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last question, is this your final answer&lt;/span&gt;? [part one, "Bloody rain."]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the hours past by and the pilots made their final preparations to their dreads to accommodate to their new plans. The never-ending rain just kept pouring on like there's no tomorrow, but perhaps there wasn't going to be a tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon a voice broke the slience of the pilots and brought about a new drive in their souls, "Attention ladies and gentlemen, well mostly gentlemen...this morning we stand here before a grand battle against just about everything we onced believed in. Forsaking beliefs and oaths, I can understand how all of you are feeling. But...are we humans going to just sit-by and do nothing as those merciless angels slay all we onced hold dear? Of course not...at least not I, I don't know about the rest of you...but if I'm going to die, I want my flame to burn it's brightest before going out! So I for one say, lets have some fun out there as dread pilots and send those angels a message back to their lord that he will never forget... What about you?" a grin appeared as Jen finished the last words of his speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of cheering and guitar melody of the song ''Shell" filled the background of their hanger as the dreads one by one launched out into their battle field, the cold but now soothing rain. "Great speech Jen, even I am hyped about this battle now." a voice encouraged from behind Jen as he was puting on his helmet and entering his cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank-you sir. After all...I meant every last word I said, this battle's ours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh? How could you be so sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh, cause I saw it in his eyes...the eyes of someone onced filled with so much sorrow now turned so clear. If even such cold beautiful eyes could turn into ones that could bring me so much hope, there's no reason why we should lose this battle." Jen replied with an even bigger grin then before as he closed the shaft of his cockpit and launched out to join the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile in the center chamber of the floating modern like castle, a middle aged God-slayer equipped with even more demon souls then angels out there sat back on his grand chair fit for a king. His fingers crossed under his nose, as if in deep thought with his shut eyes. Before long they opened and he spoked, "It's awakening..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is?" a young female's voice asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most devilish angel ever created by the hands of the one above." Ledius replied with a slight smile at his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young girl looked backed at her father with a confused look before finally realizing her father's intentions. "Heh, you just want a challenge for your devil-souled army."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course my dear, they can only be used once after all...so I want it to be as grand as it can be. Besides...the fighting has already begun, and there may not be many angels left for this army of mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back outside the castle the dreads had already begun their assault on the angels. Though the dreads could out run any angel, their attacks on them seemed futile as the god's protection blocked any in coming fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damnit!" Jen commented as his recently fired missle didn't even hurt the angels. However soon after an incoming message shouted, "Yes!" Turning his dread around, Jen saw a sliced up angel falling...immediately he realized that his missle must had broken the god's protection just long enough for another dread to slice through with it's wing blades. "You saw the example men! Now...lets kick some angel butt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that formation, another five angels were slain. Everything was moving on more smoothly then expected, not one dread had been destroyed...now to move on to the second part of their plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tetrahedral squad moving in commander Jen." another voice message said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excellent timing, I was just about to give you guys the all clear sign...now all dreads, focus your attack towards the castle. Even if it kills us...the transport dread must reach there safetly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the dreads began gathering instead of spreading out like before inorder to clear some space for the transport unit to arrive. Many angels were quickly slain as fast as a flick of a finger, missles were flying everywhere and dreads were slicing angels up in the split second of the explosions. The rain quickly turned crimson red, mixing with the blood of the fallen angels. From afar it looked as though the dark sky was bleeding heavily, it was a sight to behold for anyone...as well as a sight to be disgusted at. As the image of angels will forever be changed by this truly god-forsaken day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in the transport dread...two heretics were waiting patiently for their part of the action. However one was starting to have doubts of their crazy plan. "Krion...is this really necessary? We could have taken our those angels easily..." the one doubting spoke in the darkness as the hanger of the transport dread had to safe power by turning off the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes...perhaps we could, but that won't solve anything...we need to be able to fight with full strength from the start if we are to defeat our father. Besides, it's more fun this way...it'll be one of our grandest entrance ever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah...should have known you were in it for the fun..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, a different voice spoke. "Krion, Hien. Things aren't looking good...the remaining angels have gathered infront of the gate. It'll be much harder then originaly planned to get you guys in...any ideas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krion made a slight smile as he thought of another crazy idea, "Yeah...let us out now, we'll do the rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned by Krion's words the pilot double checked before opening the silver doors leading into the open rain, "You sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most definitely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While staring at the crazy expression of Krion's in the darkness, Hien let out a deep sign before saying, "Great...just great."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silver doors soon opened and revealed the castle quite a distance in-front of them, two launching rails were then stretched out before finally two black motorcyles were launched straight into the confusion of angels and dreads. However, as expected their motorcycles still couldn't reach the other end of their destination...not only that the angels seem to have taken notice of them and were just about to send a sword right through Krion's throat. Sensing the attack and realizing a way to cross, Krion spun his motorcylce in mid air and defended from the attack by using the back wheel to bash away the in-coming angel's sword. Following that, he used the other wheel to gain foot hold of that angel and used it to send the motorcycle on yet another jump towards the floating castle. While witnessing Krion's crazy stunt of jumping from angel to angel, Hien let out another sigh at the stupidness of their plan before following suit. Soon, the two were slowly making their way towards the castle of the angels...where their final battle was going to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, just as Krion and Hien had only one more leap left to the gates...the remaining angels teleported away. And reappeared in-front of the gates, taking the opportunity...Krion and Hien threw their motorcyles towards the mob of angels and watch them burn in the firey explosion of their so called bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landing safetly on the platform in front of the gates, the two brothers let out a victory smile thinking that there were no more angels left. However they were soon proven wrong as twice the number of angels they had just crossed over soon brust out of the gates of the floating castle, leaving behind a short but beautiful rain of white feathers. A mixture of feelings quickly filled Hien as he commented at the new army, "Guess Jen and the others have their work cut out for them huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I suppose so...but so do we.", Krion replied as he noticed one of his father's friends standing infront of a very long stairway with a determined look in his eyes. He wore a coat that was completely white with a very big collar covering his mouth from everyone. His hair brown like the soil, and his eyes dark green like emeralds. Holding in his hand was a spear with dual metal claw heads. Speaking in a not so welcoming voice, the Godslayer taunted at the two brothers, "Welcome, but I'm afraid this is where your road ends..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111629590459166341?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111629590459166341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111629590459166341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111629590459166341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111629590459166341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-so-it-begins-ladies-and-gentlemen.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111551181852159136</id><published>2005-05-07T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T17:26:44.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's on days like these that how I wish to have someone to share it with~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day all, and what a beautiful morning it was and is right now. Cause it's raining! &gt;_^' And I seem to be tempted to write some more...haha. Must resist! For once I'm finished and happy with the final chapter, Krion's story will end. &gt;_&lt;' How sad...he was one of my most beautiful characters...haha. That's why I've got to try to make my last chapter the most beautiful one, with violence?! O_o' Haha...It seems like a big problem, but it's gotta be done. Die, die also must! That's why I've decided to re-read the entire story again to get a feel of things, maybe edit here and there as well. And when it's all done...I'll print it and draw more pictures of it! Then placed them all in a file or something, like a big short novel with pictures as the chapters begining and end. Wait a minute...that's like, 30 pics in all! X_x' Okay...it'll proably that up most of my time if I actually do it...haha, but I love doing such stuff sometimes...planing a project, then trying to complete it...always seemed like a fun thing to do for some reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now plans for the future, [Spoilers for the sequal. Ideas that will very likely come out. So dun read if you dun want to  spoil anything]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Words to brain storm on, "Dream hunters." "dreamers." "Dawn, Vader." "Reina's story" "Darkness" "Light" "Artificial Keyblades?" "Gate to Heaven" "One wish." "Awaitment."[Okay, okay...there's no such word.] "Mulitple Krions!" "The Fallen Angels/Devils" "Unrequited love" "Another me? As Livan?" "Drone Army?" "President?" "School." "Failing of exams?" "Struggles." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111551181852159136?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111551181852159136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111551181852159136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111551181852159136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111551181852159136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-on-days-like-these-that-how-i-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111499882888144978</id><published>2005-05-01T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T18:53:48.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just hear to annouce that 2k words more to reach 20k!!! And it's pretty obvious that the next chapter would be the last. And exams are here!!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! What am I doing writing!!!!!!!!!!! So it'll proably come out after exams...now...to get some restrains on me. *Ties himself to the chair of the study table*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Question, Final Answers. [End~]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111499882888144978?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111499882888144978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111499882888144978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111499882888144978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111499882888144978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-hear-to-annouce-that-2k-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111495692429410257</id><published>2005-05-01T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T18:40:24.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Open Up Your Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung by: Mirai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lyrics: Mitsui Yukiko, Sheila De Niro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composition: Takahashi Kei'ichi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arrangement: Takahashi Kei'ichi, "Snow Man"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when it seems that nothing can go right&lt;br /&gt;and you want to just give up,&lt;br /&gt;if you close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;you can see the world from your heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this world when life can be so tough&lt;br /&gt;You must be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just believe in yourself and don't you fear&lt;br /&gt;So open up your mind and close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Take another look from the other side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even on a lonely night, when you wander afraid,&lt;br /&gt;you may be alone now, but&lt;br /&gt;your feet can take you however far you want to go, so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hold on tight, because if you close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;look inside yourself, there's a shining light there.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I want you to believe in everything.&lt;br /&gt;You can take another look from the other side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hold on tight, even if your heart is breaking.&lt;br /&gt;Reach into your soul, even if you can't see tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if you have the strength to live,&lt;br /&gt;You can take another look from the other side,&lt;br /&gt;until you find all that is love...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish for you to have the strength&lt;br /&gt;to make it through this world,&lt;br /&gt;so open up your mind, [1]&lt;br /&gt;and you'll be able to see...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just remember you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;So don't you fear&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're miles away&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;So open up your mind and close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you no matter where you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stars may live for a long time, but that doesn't mean&lt;br /&gt;that the same days will repeat over and over forever.&lt;br /&gt;Noone can see into tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hold on tight, because if you close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;look inside yourself, you'll feel a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I want you to believe in the future.&lt;br /&gt;You can take another look from the other side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hold on tight, even if your heart is breaking.&lt;br /&gt;Reach into your soul, even if you can't see tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there's another world out there.&lt;br /&gt;You can take another look from the other side,&lt;br /&gt;and you'll be able to find all that is love...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hold on tight, because if you close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;look inside yourself, you'll feel a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I want you to believe in the "future."&lt;br /&gt;You can take another look from the other side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hold on tight, even if your heart is breaking.&lt;br /&gt;Reach into your soul, even if you can't see tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there's another world out there.&lt;br /&gt;You can take another look from the other side,&lt;br /&gt;until you find all that is love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Man...I shouldn't be here but I can't seem to concentrate anymore...sigh* Anyway, changed the song again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111495692429410257?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111495692429410257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111495692429410257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111495692429410257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111495692429410257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/05/open-up-your-mind-sung-by-mirai-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111469512621446939</id><published>2005-04-28T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T07:02:17.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another dream~Another destiny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Can you not hear it? Mr luvensen. The darkness is welcoming you..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But all I hear...is silence."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes...silence. The voice of the darkness."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was just like any stormy night, except that tonight...two very similar young teenagers stood on the grey and red concourse of their school. The night lights shining brightly on the both of them as the rain drops soon began their decsend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Do you believe in magic? Mr luvensen." the one in black asked as with a flick of his finger. The raindrops around them stopped failling and hovered in mid-air. Slowly moving his hand along the drops of icy water as he walked towards the other teenager, he asked another question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"And if you do...does that not mean that you believe in fate, and destiny as well?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Suddenly dissappearing into a fade of dark mist, the one in black reappeared again behind his naive acquaintance. Grabbing his throat with one of his hands, and revealing the hidden finger blades with his other. He warned the helpless teenager not to make any sudden moves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Without fear or doubts, the one in white asked, "What is it that you want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Giving a slight smile to his helpless prey, he replied in a sinister manner. "I want you...to join me. Your heart...it brims with so much sorrow. It is perfect for the darkness...and yet you undenyingly represent the oh so innocent light."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"And if i decline?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Then there's nothing left between us." the dark one replied as he raised his other hand that was holding on to the finger blades. However, the one in white quickly reacted and gave an ellbow to the stomach of his wanter. After that he gave another kick to his face but was easily blocked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The rain soon continued to fall as their battle raged on.&lt;/span&gt; Memories and thoughts flooded their minds as they delivered blows after blows to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I...I think I like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first time I saw you...you reminded me of someone I once really liked. And now that you've let down your hair...you look even more like her...I...I don't know wheather to feel sorrow or comfort whenever I look at you. But one thing's for sure...you give me the greatest comfort whenever you smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is darkness in every heart. No matter how pure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sooner or later...you will join me by choice. Your heart cannot deny it's affinty to the darkness.... besides, the light...has nothing to offer you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's tears, Hell's sorrow~ Dreamers [Coming soon to a blog near you.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rain has only just begun...~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating PGIH [Proably Good...I Hope.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have enjoyed the teaser to the next installment to the series. And as you can see, Krion's story is ending soon...and another will take his place. Besides that...I seem to have a writer's block on Krion's part for now...[stupid exams!] This time the story will focus on two very different and yet alike characters, namely Rumora Suiku~Seeker of darkness. And Rein Luvensen~Drifter to light. Details on this production will be released as soon as the writer makes up his mind and finds inspiration. Until then, please post your comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111469512621446939?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111469512621446939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111469512621446939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111469512621446939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111469512621446939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-dreamanother-destiny.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111461023673791683</id><published>2005-04-27T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T07:05:12.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14th time I've tried, for a dream...about you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dawn was fast approaching, but a heavy rain had begun...with rain drops as salty as the tears of a heart-brokened one. The angels continued their wait, un-affected by the heavy rain. It was though the rain was there to signify the coming bloodshed, as the final battles...were just around the corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A young teenage heretic seem to have found his way to somewhere very familiar to him, even if he doesn't remember. Slowly, he began to awoken from the sound of the falling rain. As his eyes opened and slowly adjusted his vision, he realize that he was in a room he didn't remember going to. He looked around and found a middle-aged woman sleeping on a table besides him. Feeling extremely puzzled, he got up and went up to the lady to get a closer look. The lady for some reason reminded him of the grave-stone he saw back in the cemetery... but as usual he couldn't remember why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As he took one last look at the lady, he spotted her holding on to some kind of video tape in one of her hands. It was black in colour like most, but there was something special about it that caught Krion's eye. The video was entitled, "Message to Krion." by Rena. Immediately, there was a familiar ache in his heart. Knowing that this video must have something to do with his memories, he took the tape from her hands and looked around for a video player...but there was none in this room. Logicaly any video player would have been in the living room, and true enough there it was...dusty and old, luckily...still working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When the video started playing, music filled the background like a music video...the first scene showed of him playing the guitar, and later following up on stage with a band. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if heaven was to fall,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not like this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never again do I want to be alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trap in my sorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A reason why...I'll clinge on...till my last breath.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how I wish, I could cry tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till a point where there will never be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anymore tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that I'm, reminded...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never be alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as I'm with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The second showed a beautful scene of a sunset along the sea side, Krion saw himself siting on a bench there. However, he wasn't alone...a beautiful young lady was there beside him...her head resting on his shoulder...as the two enjoyed this moment they had alone. Unknowing that someone else was there to shoot this video of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Hien! What do ya think you're doing!" a female's voice screamed in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Shhh. Keep it down. I'm just recording their special moment..." another voice replied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Hah...I think you're just doing that to piss Krion off." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"It's what brothers do...besides, who knows? Maybe someday this video shot might be useful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Many other different scences continued on till finally, there was one which had Rena doing an actual conversation to the camera. It was in the very same living room he was now in, not only that...he was sleeping on the same sofa as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rena took a sit beside him and whispered to his ear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I know your sleeping...and you proably can't hear me, but I guess this is the only time when I actually dare to tell you this..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With a kiss on to his lips she finally said the two words, "Love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As the two words were said, it was like as if a giant fog had just been lifted from Krion's mind. His eyes though dry from crying yesterday, started to become wet again. Memories flooded back in the split second...and soon, everything was back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"They're...they're all coming back to me...Rena...Hien...Father."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In a matter of moments, sensing that something wasn't right. Krion stood up and walked right out the door. On to the streets of the pouring rain. "I know your there...no point hiding anymore." he said as he drew his twin swords.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then tilting his body towards the sky, as if trying to inject out something...he shouted, "So...show yourself!" Soon enough, something spirit like appeared from his body...forming into the angel which had sealed his memories for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Why do you reject? Did you not want to forget?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I admit. I did. But not anymore. In a way, I should thank you. You've showed me so many things...it's quite a pity really, your intentions were to get me to forget about this war...so that your kind could finish the judgement easier..." Krion replied sadly before stabbing the angel behind him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"If only that wasn't true...perhaps i would've spared you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stunned and shocked, the angel pulled out the sword and took a few steps back. His plan was perfect...and even if Krion had regain his memories, there was no reason how he would have known his plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"But...but how? How did you knew?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Upon hearing his question, Krion got annoyed and whispered to himself before finally replying to the angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Great...now everyone's doing it..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Shouldn't it be obvious? By sealing my mind with yours...isn't it at least understandable that some of your thoughts would have been heard by me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And with that, Krion fired a glowing bullet that broke through the god's protection and ended the angel's questions. A smile then appeared on Krion's face as he stared up into the undying rain, knowing that she had onced love him was good enough...a good enough reason to fight for her. It was a moment of peace in his heart, and a realization of a profound strength. Unfortunately, his moment didn't last long as he heard a familiar voice shouting to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Hah...now what do we have here? Where have you been these few days?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Immediately reconizing the voice, Krion replied back without looking at his curious brother. "Away, I've been away. But now I'm back...and it feels great."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seeing his once sad brother now finally at peace, he too found himself feeling happy for him...but it didn't last as he remembered why it was so important to find him. Quickly, he started to explain the situation to his brother, "It's good that your feeling great, but you do realize that there's still one more thing we have to do. And aparently our father's friend has kidnapped Reina to increase our urge to go to that lousy floating castle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"You let her get kidnapped?" Krion asked annoyingly, as with the two's combination...they should have been just about invincible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As Hien saw the curious and yet annoyance in his eyes he let out a giggle before replying, "Well...it's more like she wanted to go with him..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Haha...you got ditched huh? Anyway, there's somewhere I need to go first...a promise must be fuilled." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An hour past, Jen and his commrades were all just about to take off from the hanger when he heard someone shouting to him. "Hey Jen!" Turning back, he saw a familiar grin on Krion's face...it looked exactly like the one before they parted two years ago. "Catch." Krion suggested as he fired a bullet him. Caught by suprise, but as focus as he always was...he bend back just as he tried to catch the bullet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lucky enough, he had caught it, but it tore away some of the skin on his palm. Not only that, the bullet had almost hit his face if not for the fact that he had bent back a bit. "What are you? Crazy! You might have killed me with that!" Jen shouted out angrily at the foolishness of his friend. "It was a promise wasn't it?" Krion asked, feeling relieve that his old friend had actually caught it. "Yes...a foolish one to add!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Then again...you didn't think I would have let you die now? Did you?" Krion comforted as he fired a bullet at himself. However the bullet was stopped by an invinsible force surging around the heretic. In shock and amazement...Jen asked in a horrified manner, "What...what are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I am who I am. Neither human, nor god...not even a demon. I am...Krion- Lockheart, a heretic, a Godslayer."~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111461023673791683?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111461023673791683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111461023673791683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111461023673791683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111461023673791683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/04/14th-time-ive-tried-for-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111443504899815513</id><published>2005-04-25T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T06:17:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shell~ Witch Hunter Robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'll disappear as soon as I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've turned into someone that even I don't recognize&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I've become so small&lt;br /&gt;I want to be rescued, but instead of sighing&lt;br /&gt;I vomited up my loneliness, and just lay there, measuring it all up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst this drop of time gone dry&lt;br /&gt;My heart is drowning and writhing&lt;br /&gt;These lies that make me dizzy&lt;br /&gt;I took them and tore them up&lt;br /&gt;And with that,&lt;br /&gt;I became lost&lt;br /&gt;In a world of thin darkness. [1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of those whom I should trust&lt;br /&gt;I chose to come here, a cage into which I've locked myself, and now there's no escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside my parched throat&lt;br /&gt;Lies the reason for this growing impermanence [2]&lt;br /&gt;Scared of the approaching tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I cower and collapse&lt;br /&gt;But it seeks me out and whispers to me&lt;br /&gt;This voice of thin darkness. [1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst this drop of time gone dry&lt;br /&gt;My heart is drowning and writhing&lt;br /&gt;These lies that make me dizzy&lt;br /&gt;I took them and tore them up&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I became lost&lt;br /&gt;In a world of thin darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Hitomi MIENO&lt;br /&gt;Music: Hideyuki "Daichi" SUZUKI&lt;br /&gt;Arrange: Hideyuki "Daichi" SUZUKI&lt;br /&gt;Vocals: Bana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111443504899815513?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111443504899815513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111443504899815513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111443504899815513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111443504899815513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/04/shell-witch-hunter-robin-its-like-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111374980601203355</id><published>2005-04-17T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T07:56:46.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaaahh horror arh sec 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Exam so much to study for...die man. I can't seem to get a grip on myself to study...I always seem to be so tired...and I'm contributing some of my time to writing also...anyways, oh my freaking gosh! They finally showed a Jap episode of Saiyuki Reload! Yaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy! Is happy to hear Goku's "I'm hungry!" again. Oh my gosh, this had to be one of the most funny ep ever!!!! Sanzo's afraid of the cute little cat! He keeps sneezing because of it. Not only that, the cat sticks to him like glue. So the other guys decides to take it with them. Haha can see Sanzo's expression so funny. They then care for the cat so well that it gets annoying to Sanzo as they did it in his room. At night, the cat keeps going back to Sanzo's room no matter which room it stays in. May it be Goku's or Hakkai's it somehow stills find it's way to Sanzo. Haha then they went shopping and left the cat with Sanzo. The cat then starts to grow on Sanzo. All of a sudden demons attack with flying darts and the cat saved Sanzo! Awww...so touching. Sanzo then get's mad and shoots then the demons. In the end, the owner finds back her cat...having Sanzo and the others to have to leave the cat. Then the next ep was about food that can tasted so bad that it can actually kill demons! O_o' Too bad it was back in english...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyways, I've decided that though the voice acting may sound weird...Saiyuki is still Saiyuki. It still has ep with pro-found meanings and other really funny ones. Haiz...still remembers how Goku accidentally pulls out Sanzo's hair when they were in heaven. So funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111374980601203355?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111374980601203355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111374980601203355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111374980601203355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111374980601203355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/04/aaaahh-horror-arh-sec-3-exam-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111364636692698462</id><published>2005-04-16T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T19:11:55.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13 shots into your skull, do you remember now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man stood under the cherry blossoms of a cemetery, his face puzzled. And his hair flowing with the wind. He looked like he was waiting for something, for someone...but he didn't knew why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone. Perhaps that's the best word to describe how I feel tonight. Under these falling cherry blossoms, I stand here...all alone. With no memories to keep me company...I wonder...why was I drawn here? The stars aren't shining...and the moon seems shy tonight. There's absolutely no reason at all...but yet, my heart is drawn to this place of resting. Then again...do I really need a reason? Do I need a reason to love? Wait...what did i just say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She...she was the only one who understood my sorrow...and I...I couldn't protect her!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh how I wish to see your gentle smile again."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My heart will always stay by you...so no matter how far we're apart. You won't be alone."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The tears...they just won't stop."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your...now and forever. My only one."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the? Why am I hearing voices? Wait a minute...this is...my voice. Then...where is she? Where is the one I cared so much about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, a lighting quick flash of light slashed down a tree near the young man. Krion stepping aside to avoid the tree, looked back and saw another man with robotic armor and light blonde hair. Cherry blossom petals filled the background as the unknown man once again launched another attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely defending himself, Krion blocked the attack with his sword and was badly shaken but still standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you are?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aah yes. My deepest apologizes. We haven't been formally introduced. My name is Kenyin, and I'm a Godslayer...just like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then...why are we fighting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your in my way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see..." Krion commented as he drew his twin pistols and fired a string of bullets at his opponent. However the bullets were deflected by the sword of light as quickly as they reached their target. As Krion charged forward towards the Godslayer, he switched back his weapons and asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey...there's something I'v been meaning to ask you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While making a leap backwards, Kenyin replied softly, "Shoot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking that as a queue to fire his gun, Krion switched back one of his swords and asked the Godslayer as his bullet flew directly towards that face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you hate gods so much to slay them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that, Kenyin cried out loudly, "Hah! It seems that you've forgotten your memories. I can see it in your eyes...they're much more clearer now. But have your heart truly forgotten the sin God has done to you?" He then slashed down another cherry blossom tree that revealed a very familiar gravestone to Krion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let your heart remember. If your mind cannot." the Godslayer explained as he pointed his sword towards the gravestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled and curious, Krion walked up towards it and read the engraved words aloud to himself. "Rena Valenight. I won't forget. My soul will remember."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once more, many voices could be heard in his mind. Soon he realized whose gravestone was that... "No...no...it can't be. I promised...and yet...I couldn't protect her." His heart felt heavy again...as if something that had been lost...had now returned. Cold sweat dripped down his face together with the tears filling his eyes. He couldn't understand why, but the tears didn't seem to stop. His heart ached with each tear that dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Death beacuse of fate. Is it not God's doing? Destiny that foretold that I had to kill my father with my own hands. The idea of having your life controlled...those are my reasons. " Kenyin added as Krion dropped to his knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the very last falling blossom touched the ground, Krion stood back up and delivered a dual blow with his swords to Kenyin. Suprised at the might of the blows, Kenyin made a leap backwards again and extended his plasma sword directly at Krion's throat. However, oddly Krion didn't move an inch...let alone tried to defend himself. Puzzled and confused at the young heretic's move, Kenyin stopped the sword before it touched his foe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you not move hurt one? Do you wish to die? Is that it!" he shouted out in an annoyed manner, but before he got a reply...Krion redirected the plasma sword away from him and charged forward in an amazing speed. Retracting back his sword, Kenyin defended just in time but was overthrown by the might of the impact. Landing back on his feet gracefully like a cat, the Godslayer felt a sudden surge of demonic force approaching from behind. Turning to his back he saw two black swords approaching, one aiming for his heart, the other at his face. Catching the one aiming at his face, and defending the other with his sword. The Godslayer couldn't believe the strength of his foe, but as he stared at his eyes and looked upon the ground...he realized that the heretic had more then one shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the..." but before he could finish, Kenyin was kicked heavily at the stomach and flew back a few metres. While the Godslayer struggled to recover, the heretic didn't seem to let up as he approached with his joined dual swords to form a buster blade. Seeing this, the Godslayer enlarged his plasma sword to form a buster blade as well, and swung it up at the other crashing down buster blade. The impact of the clash caused the two to be blown back another few metres as the Godslayer took the chance to extended his sword towards his foe again. In the confusion filled with dust, Krion switched back his weapons and blocked the incoming sword with the blade edge of his guns. As the smoke cleared, the sounds of gun fire could be heard. However the Godslayer defended every last bullet and shouted to his foe, "No matter how strong you become, your bullets can never hurt me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoke of dust finally cleared, revealing a grining Krion as he asked the Godslayer. "Wanna bet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Godslayer stood a sword stance, by holding his sword inbetween his eyes. He replied confidently, "Heh, bring it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Krion whispered to himself, he aimed his gun directly at the Godslayer's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't really matters anymore. Tears without meaning, images, voices without meaning. A promise that I broke, though I have no memory of how it happened. All this...they don't matter anymore? What am I saying...I'm just runing away. They do matter. She still matters so much. I can't deny it. I...I want to remember. Even if the memories will cause pain. If that is what it takes to continue to love her, then I don't mind being hurt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the bullet in his gun was glowing a bright yellow, energy surges seem to fill the air around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It won't get through." Kenyin taunted as he trusted his sword to be able to hold back anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't run. You won't run too now would you? If even I, a human blinded to his memories say it can. Then it'll most definitely can!" Krion replied emotionally as he pulled the deciding trigger. The bullet flew in a golden light, leaving behind small traces of it's presence. As it clashed with Kenyin's sword, the bullet stopped for a moment as it tried to break through it. Slowly, bit by bit though it got through closer and closer till finally. The bullet flew right through the Godslayer's chest and landed right at Rena's gravestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kenyin laid on the cherry blossom filled ground, he stared into the clear night sky tonight, "Yes. Finally...it ends for me. It seems that it was I who wished to die, not you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To tell you the truth, back there...I really felt like I needed to die too...but now, I guess it's very clear that I'm not allowed to die...not just yet anyway." Krion confessed as he too stared up into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey...you mind doing me a favour? Bury me here...I kinda like this place. And one more thing, give my sword to your father. Tell him, I'm sorry." As Kenyin said his final words, he saw his whole life flashed infornt of him. All the moments he had spent with Ledius, Rinlee, Isenyu. And his once forgotten past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, that our journey had never ended...that we still were on that blissful journey towards destiny. But it seems that I would be joining you soon Rinlee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life with no regrets, to live only to die happy. It seems that we have drift too far Ledius...heh, even so...I can say safetly "I'm content."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, back in the underground base a scout had just returned and ran up towards the commander's room. As he slam open the door, "Sir! The floating castle! The angels! There's an entire army of them! And they seem to be waiting for something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commander undaunted and partially undress, "Well then,  what are you waiting for? Tell the others to prepare for a full scale assualt on the castle. Then after that, bring Jen here for coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" the scout commented as he heard the last part of his commander's orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111364636692698462?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111364636692698462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111364636692698462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111364636692698462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111364636692698462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/04/13-shots-into-your-skull-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111348792334830914</id><published>2005-04-14T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T06:51:00.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Here's to a get well soon to Cole.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12 silver bullets, across the memory lane.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Memories...something which makes us who we are. If all of your memories were lost. Will you still be the same? Would you still carry the same smile or frown? Will you still cry for that special someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rays of the pale white moon slowly revealed itself as the cold wind seemed to blew away all the troubles Krion had. The trees shuttered together with the wind as an angel like creature held it's palm directly above Krion's forehead.&lt;br /&gt;"Your memories...are forgotten. Troubled one." it said as it gave a devilish smile before twitching one of it's fingers, creating a force that barely stopped twelve silver bullets from reaching his face and chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, it saw a silvered hair human wearing a silver coat with shoulder armor, carrying a pair of dual shot guns. Both equipped with laser sensors. He aimed his weapons at the angel before warning it in a meancing manner. "Let him go...or else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or else what mortal? It is futile to go against me. He has already made his choice. There's no turning back now." it replied calmly as it slowly faded away, under the moon light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as it left, Krion fell to his knees before slowly collapsing. Catching him just before Krion's head touched the ground, the silver haired human carried him on his back and headed south of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, just as he took the first step...hundreds of reapers began emerging from the ground and rooftops. As the silver haired human gazed upon the appearance of this fearsome army, he taunted to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tsk. Let the party began!" and drew his dual shot guns, prepared for any incoming reapers. However soon it seems that it wouldn't be necessary, as unpredicted firing from the sky wipped out the reapers around them. Curious, the human looked up but only saw a large continious flash of light. A ladder also soon appeared from that light , the silver haired human quickly carried Krion on to his shoulder and climbed onto the ladder. Signaling a sign to go, the hover jet soon took off into the skies again...with the dangling human and his saved heritic hanging in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Hien and Reina looked up the rooftop to see a glowing Ledius. Stretching out their wings, the siblings made a mighty leap towards their father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have alot of explaining to do..." Hien commented as he clashed his sword against his father's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back away and withdrawing his sword he replied in a calm manner before disappearing into thin air in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All in good time my son...all in good time. I'll be waiting for you at the highest floor in the castle of the gods...that is...if you manage to enter it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a grin on his face and a determined voice Hien replied confidently while pointing his sword towards where his father was just a moment ago, "Oh...don't worry...I will. After all...I have nothing to fear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some where underground, Krion laid motionless on the white soft bed. For once he was peaceful...with nothing to bother him. Relaxed and relieved, he slowly opened his eyes to see a bright light shining on his face. As his eyes slowly adjusted to the surroundings, he spoke softly the three words that anyone without a memory would most proably ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where am I?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not long later a voice replied, "Somewhere safe."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Turning his head towards where the voice came from, Krion realized that this room looked alot like a medic room where sick patients rested in. Was he sick or something? He wondered as he couldn't reconizged the face infront of him. The young man had silver hair and matching grey eyes. His smile seem so familar but yet he couldn't seem to remember anything from it.&lt;/p&gt;"Aah yes...and who might you be?" Krion asked curiously with a smile back to the young man. However the young man's expression soon changed as he heard those words. His face showed a mixture of confusion and disappointment as he commented on the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So...that angel was speaking the truth. You have lost your memories..." he said sadly as he found Krion's expression still remained the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you seem to not even care about it..." he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krion looked down at the ring on his finger, the crossed shaped earing hanging from his ear and the twin guns he carried underneath his jacket...but nothing came to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Indeed...my memories...they are lost. However oddly, all I can feel is a great sense of relieve...perhaps if you fill me in? I may recall something." Krion requested in hope of knowing who he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leting out a big sigh, the young man took a deep breath before answering Krion, "Well...it has been three years since we last met...and we kinda left on each other's bad side a bit. If you know what I mean...we...fell for the same girl...and..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Flashback*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sky brimming with light, but covered by many grey clouds. The two friends departed on this cloudy day...as the sound of airplanes lifting off filled the background.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You better take care of her...or else!" the very same young man warned as he lifted up his laugage, preparing to leave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know I will...you don't have to worry Jen, but do you really have to leave? " Krion asked sadly, knowing that it'll be a very long time till they meet again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lowering his head and turning his back, Jen answered sadly as well, "I have no choice...my father is needed there, so...my family has decided to move there. I wouldn't have wanted to leave her if I had a choice...but I guess it wouldn't had mattered anyway...afterall, she has already shown very clearly who she wanted to be with." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Fight 108 departing soon. All passengers please take your seats immediately.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well that's my flight. Farewell then, Krion Lockheart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey...the next time we meet. You wanna bet if you can catch a bullet with your bare hands?" Krion asked foolishly as he tried to lighten things up between them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now why would I want do that? You going to fire a bullet at me or something?" Jen turned back and asked in an annoyed manner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hah...it was just a thought...you don't have to get angry because of it..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hmm I would love to try though." Jen said finally as the two departed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Flashback over*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see...where is she then?" Krion asked as he got even more interested in his past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I...was hoping that you would know...but...nevermind. Anyway, your in an underground military base...want a tour?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Definitely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, along the ocean at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's very late..." Hien said as he stared out towards the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps we should go without him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No...this is his battle as well. Besides...it wouldn't be the same without him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the underground base, Krion had become very impressed with it. Just about every single kind of weapon was kept here. From missles to giant railing guns. It even had one of the most fearsome air crafts in the world, "Dreads." High speed jets that are able to out manuever just about anything if the pilot is good enough. However till now, there are only a handful of people who are able to utilize the full potential of a dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And here we have our great five star restaurunt... I mean canteen!" Jen quickly changed his words as he remembered that they weren't supose to have a restaurant in this base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down at the nicely decorated so called canteen, with it's magnificent water fountain of a dragon, red table clothed tables, waiters, and a performing cook. Krion said in a sacarstic manner, "Yeah it sure looks like a special five star 'canteen'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh lets move on shall we?" Jen said nervously as he led Krion into a different room. This time it was a room filled with targets on one side and soilders practicing their aim on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lets have a round shall we?" Jen challenge as he drew his shot guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm one step ahead of you." Krion replied as he fired a head shot on one of the targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how good his competition was, Jen got excited and fired a head shot as well...except that the power of his shot gun blasted down the entire head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh, it's not over yet." Krion clamied as he fired another string of shots. Each hiting the private parts of the human like targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ouch." a voice commented as Jen felt a firm grip on his shoulder. Recognizing the voice, he quickly turned back to greet his commander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning sir. Is there anything I can do for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aah yes,  I need to have a word with you in private." the commander replied as he stepped to a corner. He wore a green and black uniform and looked only a little older then Jen. Then again, everyone here looked quite young for soilders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following his commander to the corner he whispered to him, "If it's about the canteen, I have nothing to do with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? What? Anyway, I need a status report on your last mission."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah about that...it seems that it's worst then first presumed. There are demons everywhere, and angels seem to pop out when and where they like. It seems that God has already passed it's judgement. And it's not to our favour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So...it's exactly what your father foresaw in those ruins..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes and that's why our sector was form." Jen replied as he began to walk back to Krion, but was soon stopped by the commander's voice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One more thing...you know not just anyone can come in here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes...but I would trust him with my life if i ever need to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Aaah a kinda short chapter, with only about a thousand words...anyway did anyone noticed the names Kane and Keith in the previous chapter and even remember where they came from? Haha guess not. ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111348792334830914?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111348792334830914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111348792334830914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111348792334830914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111348792334830914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/04/heres-to-get-well-soon-to-cole.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111340095740936138</id><published>2005-04-13T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T07:02:37.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great...now I owe her one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Man...today really started out so stupidly. Mrs Ang was like fanning me sia! I was perspiring really badly, and there came Mrs Ang. Aiyoz...so pai seh! Sigh* Then today was the very last time going to singapore poly for visual basic course. In the end give us some stupid cert for adentance...like sooo stupid like that. Haiz...Anyway now got even more problems. Got so many really great looking anime to watch. Namely 'Samurai 7' [Their fighting scences looks awesome man! Very different from Samurai X on axn.] then there's Witch Hunter Robin' [Also looks awesome! A story where the hunter becomes the huntered. And guess what they hunt! ] Unfortunately they all show at around 11pm. And I need more sleep!!!!!!!!!!! So can't afford to watch them...so saddening. Anyways, about my story...it may end with the next three or four chapters. "Will try my best to write at least 20k words and 20 chapters and still keep the story interesting." Unless any of you have already lost interest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111340095740936138?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111340095740936138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111340095740936138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111340095740936138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111340095740936138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/04/great.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111301221055307932</id><published>2005-04-08T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T19:01:45.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;How can I go on? In a world without you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things which seemed to matter before, no longer do. My heart feels heavy...as if I'm lying to myself, whenever I said...'I'm okay.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I'm no longer lost. And I know what I must do...I can't help but feel this way. So away from you, so away...from my one and only light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorrow which creates darkness...in every heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems...I can no longer hold back now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I...I wish. I wish to be free again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So...please...make me forget...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days have past since the day they escaped from hell. The world now lies in fear and sadness. As they fought a what seems like a neverending battle against the invading demons. There's been no signs of Ledius or any of the three God Slayers lately, as if they had suddenly disappeared. Perhaps killed? No...not that easily...but there's a rumor going around of three demon slayers saving the innocent. Could it be them? Hien on the other hand is still waiting for his chance to get even on his father. Reina naturaly following her brother, wheras Krion seem to be in a very weird trance lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly, a white modern looking castle have appeared from out of nowhere and now lies floating in the skies of their city. It seems the day of judgement have arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heaven saga~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desend of the messengers of gods, 11 angels with no mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the comfort of the heavens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"We are ready my lord." a demi god spoked as he kneeled down towards their overlord, their heavenly emperor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then go, pass our judgement to the mortals." he replied as he signaled them to leave.&lt;br /&gt;The leader of the group then stood up and started walking towards the gate of the heavenly palace, before being stopped by his lord's voice.&lt;br /&gt;"And one more thing, Akari. Leave none alife."&lt;br /&gt;The light blue haired god, wearing a matching robe strapped to his body and carring a twin silver dagger set around his waist. Replied with his crystal blue, cold eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"Rest assured my lord. There will be no mercy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon, the gate of the floating castle opened. Releasing eleven angels into the mortal world. As they flew out towards the night skies, Akari can't help but feel annoyed. As this wasn't the first time their overlord wanted to exterminate the humans. The reason? He wouldn't tell. And the last time they did it, he only sent one god. Which now lies dead...in the hands of a Lockheart. And even with that, it had been written in the records. That this was already the third time heaven has passed this very same judgement. And as the first two times it failed, the heavenly emperor would be murdered...by the hands of a God Slayer. And their names now lies entwined forever in the records. Ledius, Kenyin, Isenyu, Rinlee, and the infamous duo, Kane and Keith. Now...the question is, will history repeat itself once again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ledius...' he whispered as he sensed the presence of this God Slayer. He then sent a message by mind to the angels he led. 'Spread out and carry out the sentence. I'll join you all shortly.' Soon, the ten angels all flew in different directions. Leaving behind a beautiful rain of white feathers. Akari then retracted back his wings, and fell downwards towards the presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below him, a hooded Ledius in the allyway sensed the approaching god as well. Turning into his demon form he took off into the skies, drawing his sword. The two clashed blows against each and created a spectacular spray of sparks from the friction of two blades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Long time no see Akari." the demon greeted as he landed on one side of a rooftop. The god landed on the other side and greeted back as well, "Indeed, and I see your finally out of that firey prison."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah...so, have the judgement been carried out?" Ledius asked as he spotted an angel preparing to slay a mother and her child.&lt;br /&gt;"Please...have mercy." the mother cried out, but her pleas seem useless towards the angel. With a swing of his sword, the blood of a loving mother had been spilled on to the floor which will soon turn a crimson red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ledius witness the slaughter, he felt a sudden sense of uneasiness...many thoughts came to him...he turned back to face Akari again and saw his foe trembling.&lt;br /&gt;"The one thing which we demons or gods can never feel or have...'a mother's love'. We were simply born by the seeds of God, to balance holyness and darkness... It is said that a mother's love is beautiful, and yet your angels...just murdered them without mercy... What has become of this world! What is God thinking! Tell me Akari...do you enjoy kill all these innocent people? Do you even understand why your fighting, why your your heart is struggling?" Ledius shouted angry as he realized how pitiful gods really were...it's no wonder Luna decided to leave that place. In search of her own heaven, a place which can comfort her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akari gripped his two daggers tightly, trying to control his feelings...but the wind blew back his hair, revealing his wet eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"I...I regret now. I regret sparing your life at that time...if only I didn't. Then I wouldn't be this way...then I wouldn't have to realize the truth. I don't care even if it's a dream..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing this...Ledius kept quiet for awhile, before replying back to him. "Then...were you content in your dream? Were you happy? If you wasn't...then...wouldn't it be nothing more but just a nightmare? A life you can't control...is that what you want!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akari couldn't bear it any longer, his mind was so confused about the path he was on. Till a point he just had to let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;"I...have just about enough of this! Today...you die!" he shouted as he dash faster then the normal eye could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You won't feel any better till you admit it Akari!" Ledius commented as he blocked the first dagger and used his other hand to stop the other by grabbing it. Akari then pulled back his daggers as he dashed towards a different direction this time. Making a series of movements to confuse his opponent, Akari tried once more to stab away this thorn of his life. However, easily dodging it by taking a step back...Ledius sent a heavy punch towards Akari's stomach before making a spin and delivering a powerful kick from the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashing into the floor, Akari wasn't badly injured due to his God's protection...but he knew he couldn't win. This wasn't the same Ledius he had faced before...and he too wasn't as strong as he used to be. Perhaps the reason was because of his unsure heart, but if that is so...was Ledius right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is he doubting his God? Why does he feel so uneasy? All these questions...he knew he can't find anywhere, but himself. However...none of this should matter now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In our lives...may it be a god's, a demon's or even a human's. We have many questions left unanswered...but that shouldn't be the thing stopping us from moving forward. So to the heck with it all now!" Akari decided as he once more lanuched another attack on Ledius. This time he created a wave of energy on one side before heading to another and releasing another wave in the split second on that side before moving on to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely dodging the waves by turning or moving from side to side, Ledius quickly drew his sword and defended from a physical incoming attack from Akari. As he held his ground during the impact, he felt himself being pushed back a bit...before having to dodge yet another wave of blue energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder..." he whispered as he held his sword forward awaiting for the next attack. True enough Akari approached from his back, and in the split second, from the right. However, once more just as they were about to colide...he retreated and attacked from the back again. This time, spining his body as quickly as he moved. Unable to react in time, Ledius was slashed five times on his back before being slashed upwards in to the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A slash for a slash." Ledius commented as he spun back in mid-air and was just in time to stab through the god's protection, into Akari's stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What now Ledius? You going to capture my soul? Make me fight against my fellow gods?" Akari asked, as he pulled out the sword of the devil from his stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you rather end your existence in the world? And proceed to the resting place?" Ledius asked as he held his sword in between his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No...there's still too much to be done. Allow me to fight by yourside. As a soul, as a spirit. Against gods...against demons. Until this madness finally ends." Akari replied as he kneeled down to Ledius. His stomach bleeding profusely...perhaps by doing this, his mind will finally find peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bellow them, Hien and Reina had just finished their battle against an angel. "What have the mortals done to deserve such fate?" Hien asked as he stared back at the dead angel. It's once pure white feathers, now stained by the colour of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps this judgement. Is the reason why your father captured those demon's souls." Reina replied as she carried the baby away from her dead mother which they wasn't in time to safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps...but are humans really going to just stand here and be slaughtered in the name of God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in a nearby shelter...the other nine more angels had found themselves face to face with another heretic. Stretching out his black angel like wings, and fusing his twin swords into a double edged lance. His cold dead eyes, covered by his now white demon hair. Taunted coldly in a very annoyed voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this heaven's judgement? Well...come on then! Aren't those humans behind this door your prey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angels confused and surprised that anyone would speak to them in such a manner, quickly spreaded out to attack on all sides. Their once swords of justice and mercy, now swords of death and murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By using one hand to break the angel's protection, Krion quickly used his lance to slash down angel by angel. While he spun to slash another angel, his lance blocked the incoming swords around him before slashing it's true target. Their blood spilled onto him like water bursting from a water balloon. However, it didn't seem to affect the rampaging demon in his soul right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again just about nothing could sooth it now...a heart trapped in despair and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feelings...created from memories. From moments. I...I just wish to forget now. To find eternal peace. It's always the same...but, it never really happens!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that cry, the last angel had fallen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111301221055307932?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111301221055307932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111301221055307932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111301221055307932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111301221055307932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-can-i-go-on-in-world-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111270871013228894</id><published>2005-04-05T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T06:47:44.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What can I do for you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What can I do for you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...I can't hear you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, addicted to the song 'Real-Emotion' from ffx2. Really catchy in the jap version, but unfortunately it takes too long too load for me to put it up at blogger...sob* So if you wanna download it cause you have nothing to do, be my guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amon.bluelaguna.net/ffx2music/1/02%20-%20Real%20Emotion%20-FFX-2%20Mix-.mp3"&gt;http://amon.bluelaguna.net/ffx2music/1/02%20-%20Real%20Emotion%20-FFX-2%20Mix-.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from bluelaguna, your one stop for FF music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, life is going on in a weird manner for me..."but even so..." :this always keeps me going for some reason. And as for my story, the hell saga is finished with the end of '10 condemns of the soul' And the story is standing at only around 10k of words. [Oh my gosh, it's 2 k lesser then Wrath's !] And I bought a really weird comic [Dragon Glade] which artist is from singapore, and I have to say...it's so colourful but so short...the storyline is simplictist enough and the characters are...well...they have 'character'. Haha, then at the end he even put a status system for his character like those in a video game. Looks fun to do...maybe next time I should draw a chibi version of Krion and give him a status system as well. Hah...maybe next time if I ever get to make a game, I'll use this storyline. *Imagines controling Krion like in Devil may cry 3.* Man...the story would have looked awesome in 3d animation... Oh well...it's my ambition I guess...dunno if I can succeed, but even so...I must 'insert word/s'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no put quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amibtion which directs me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passion which drives me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sky may be hard to reach,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but even so...we must.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talent that discourages me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Support that enriches me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Struggling may be the only way...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but even so we must.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For what have we learn today class? [Haha]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Even so we must!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Hopes this cheers up someone...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111270871013228894?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111270871013228894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111270871013228894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111270871013228894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111270871013228894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-can-i-do-for-you-what-can-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111249559108455914</id><published>2005-04-02T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T22:07:26.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ten condemns of a soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The world has changed quite alot in this past ten days, everyone is always on high alert of any demon attacks. The military has stationed their troops everywhere to defend the cities. Schools have stop, and almost everyone has gone to hide in the shelters. Though...there are still some people who prefer to stay in their houses, thinking that staying in a shelter would be easy targets for the demons. Krion was sent to the nearest hospital they could find and quickly sent to the emergency room. Hien and Reina awaited eagerly out side while realizing...that this whole mess was their fault. In pursuit for their own desires, they had caused chaos upon the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All this...just for your revenge..." Reina said softly as she took a sit and tried to relax while waiting for an answer. However, none came. Hien just kept quiet and stared out the window. In his mind raced the thoughts of regret and remorse, but that didn't change the fact that he still hated his father. And with that he finally replied, "Even so...my hate for him is still there. And once this is all over, I'll clean up this mess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was then a sad moment of silence. After a few minutes, Reina stood up to visit the bathroom before asking her brother, "Are you so sure you'll win?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's my reason to live..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, there was a war raging in Krion's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where am I?" an image of himself asked in the pitch black darkness. Oddly, a faint voice replied.&lt;br /&gt;"No where."&lt;br /&gt;"Then why am I here?" Krion asked as he looked around to see if he could find anyone.&lt;br /&gt;"You've been given a choice...a decision you must make. For you are connected." the voice spoke again.&lt;br /&gt;"Connected? To what?"&lt;br /&gt;"The darkness." the voice replied as he revealed himself from the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing his demon self, Krion shouted in surprise, "But...but your me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes...and you have a desicion to make."&lt;br /&gt;"And what would that be?"&lt;br /&gt;"A reason to fight. If not...I must leave you once more." the demon replied calmly.&lt;br /&gt;Confused, Krion began asking more questions, "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His demon side took a deep breath before finally explaining, "Have you ever noticed before you knew you were part demon and god...whenever you were angry or in a fight. Your body would change and become stronger depending on the level of your feelings. Then on the night of devil may, you snapped and completed your demon form. Now recently...you have learnt to let go and freed your god side. However...you have lost your reason to fight." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meanwhile, Hien too was having the same talk with his demon self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"A reason to fight?" both Hien and Krion asked their demon selves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Yes...your reasons seemed very unclear lately, so we want to get it straight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grining the both remembered a familar quote and replied in an annoyed manner, &lt;em&gt;"For...ourselves of course."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Though everyone always say the're fighting for something, for someone...if you go to the root...is it not for themselves? To find peace with one's self, to kill someone for revenge. Are they not our desires which led us to fight? For ourselves, for our feelings. Everyone's the same."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the two brothers quickly broke into laughter before explaining to their puzzled demon selves, "Haha, too much Saiyuki..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the two brother's smiles they asked once more, "So...you'll follow this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a slight smile on their face and the confidence to go against the world, the two brothers replied confidently, "Till the day we take our last breath."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the hospital Reina had found Hien sleeping soundly against the window, and the doctors had reported that Krion was going to be fine. With a sigh of relieve she carried Hien to Krion's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she gazed upon the two sleepy heads, she felt a sense of peace. All her troubles soon vanished, with the thought in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'As long as they were together...nothing else will matter.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a long time in so many days, she finally relaxed and fell asleep as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, she was awoken by the music of guitars and singing to a familar rythem. She soon realized that she was back at their old place along side the ocean's rising sun. Where they used to sing and played in their band. And the song playing now...was none other then one of Krion's and Hien's favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Saiyuki~Tightrope.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, we go on refining life like an ever-sharpened knife.&lt;br /&gt;And our faces are reflected on the back of a windowpane.&lt;br /&gt;Now the target's set as me if my weaknesses they see&lt;br /&gt;it will come to haunt me once again.&lt;br /&gt;With that pressure hemming in on you from on every other side.&lt;br /&gt;We smile just like the other folks but with a lot more pride.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm sure no matter who you are, it always stays the same.&lt;br /&gt;I must fight against myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, such an angelic face now coming down the road.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to foretell sudden tragedy will unfold.&lt;br /&gt;With never a sound.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With nary a cry I look up to the blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;And now keep acting out the roles you have in any scene you play.&lt;br /&gt;Before you talk of dreams or hope in any other way.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm sure no matter who you are, it always stays the same.&lt;br /&gt;You must fight against yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun sets and a new day comes.&lt;br /&gt;Repeating is one change.&lt;br /&gt;Don't avert eyes from differences.&lt;br /&gt;Your nerve and soul to the limit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go forward now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With pressure hemming in on you from on every other side.&lt;br /&gt;We smile just like the other folks but with a lot more pride.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm sure no matter who you are, it always stays the same.&lt;br /&gt;I must fight against myself.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm sure no matter who you are, it always stays the same.&lt;br /&gt;You must fight against yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling happily for her brothers, she too joined them for the next song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For a moment of peace..."~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Haha...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111249559108455914?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111249559108455914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111249559108455914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111249559108455914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111249559108455914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/04/ten-condemns-of-soul-world-has-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111243917360494937</id><published>2005-04-02T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T02:52:53.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MotherLand~FullMetalAlchemist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On that day you left, I just waved good bye as usuaul&lt;br /&gt;as if we were to meet again in this city.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To believe in love is to not lose to myself&lt;br /&gt;until my wish comes true, I'll remain with a smile&lt;br /&gt;and look at the stars, praying, and will be here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be the sky for you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even enveloping all of your pains.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever I look up, I want to feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I'm not alone even if I'm far away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let there be a place I can return to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still living happily in this city without you&lt;br /&gt;because I feel that that's the one thing I can do now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a hidden meaning to all things that happen&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll remain yourself even if your dream begins to vanish&lt;br /&gt;because I'll always be here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's okay even if you're not strong enough to erase all tears.&lt;br /&gt;After you rest your tired heart,&lt;br /&gt;wish for a better tomorrow and fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;like the young children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This vast world is connected,&lt;br /&gt;the white clouds will flow and turn into wind to reach you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will my voice reach you?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't say those overflowing feelings for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be the sky for you,&lt;br /&gt;even enveloping all of your pains.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I look up, I want to feel&lt;br /&gt;that I'm not alone even if I'm far away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let there be a place I can return to&lt;br /&gt;Let there be a place I can return to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artist:Crystal Kay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111192016946593991</id><published>2005-03-27T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T02:10:38.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nine stars shining tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth had been lied, hearts had been broken. The world is at the verge of destruction, or perhaps beginning a new? Will a hero emerge? Or will a greater evil be born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too much for Krion to handle...tired and heart broken...he stepped out of the gate of the resting place and beholds the slaughter of demons. The demon that saved him a while ago seemed unstoppable, slashing his way towards the lord of hell as if the demons surrounding him were nothing more but paper. Finally, clashing his sword against the lord of hell's staff...he was pushed back by a giant wave of black energy.&lt;br /&gt;"Heh...you haven't lost your touch at all..." the demon grinned as he recovered from the wave and continued his slaughtering of demons.&lt;br /&gt;"Release his soul Ledius...your not going to last." the lord of death taunted as he stretched out his giant devil wings and took flight towards Ledius.&lt;br /&gt;"You want his soul...come and get it!" Ledius taunted back as he took flight as well.&lt;br /&gt;The two demons quickly clashed against each other, releasing a very strong wave of energy. The demons near them were quickly wiped out as with each clash of Ledius's sword and the lord of death's staff...a wave of dark energy would be released.&lt;br /&gt;As Krion saw the two demons clashed their forces together, and the slaughtering of the demons all together...he thought to himself,&lt;br /&gt;'How senseless...what's the point of all of this...they're both demons after all, what's the point of slaughtering each other? This senseless fighting...so what if we revolt against heaven or hell? So what if we destroy both? It's not as if...we can find comfort this way...so what's the point of all this fighting!'&lt;br /&gt;"To forgive...to let go..." he whispered to himself as from his back sprout a pair of black angel wings, his arms then merged with his weapons forming twin giant blades sprouting out from each of his arm.&lt;br /&gt;"A god...I am. A demon...I am. End this...I will!" Krion shouted as he took flight into the sky. Rena was right...he should learn to let go and forgive. There's no point in holding on so foolishly anymore...after all, it feels better this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't cry again..." he whispered as he clashed his swords inbetween the two approaching demon's and with another swing, sent them crashing into another bunch of demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awoken I see? So...have you chosen your path, Krion Lockheart?" Ledius asked as he slayed one of the last few demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I...I may not be certain what path I'm still going on, but one thing is very clear to me now. And that is...to stop this madness!" Krion replied as the last of the demons were slained. All that was left was the lord of death himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid it won't end as easily as you think heretic! Reveal yourselves my minions of the night skies!" he called out as soon thousands of devils began emerging from nowhere. They filled the chamber till there was even little space to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Krion exchanged blows with the devils, he realized that he was totally out matched. The overwhelming numbers never seem to end, with each devil slayed...another returns to take it's place. And as the struggle raged on, Krion was stabbed by their claws countless of times till almost his whole body was covered with his own blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, an enormous blast of energy cleared a path to escape...&lt;br /&gt;"Go...this is my spotlight." Ledius commanded as he sent another blast of energy which blasted Krion towards the tunnel to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked and speechless, Krion took one last look at his father and shouted to him, "Don't die on me... We have much to discuss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Indeed we do..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as Krion escaped through the tunnel...the devils continued to flood. No matter how much ground Krion covered, the devils seem to catch up just as quickly. With each swift turn and dodge, Krion felt as if his body and mind were tearing apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Struggling...aimlessly struggling."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh...guess you were right, Hien...life is but just an aimless struggle when we are lack of a purpose." he whispered as he remembered the quote his brother always used to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...oddly...I really...really don't feel like giving up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the chamber, Ledius was beholding his new army. With his sword, he was ready to slay every single devil and capture their spirit. However, to do this effectively...it was time to find his accomplices. With that he followed the same tunnel out while slaying as many devils as he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the chase was on with the devils and anything in their way, Kenyin and Hien had yet settled their battle.&lt;br /&gt;"You better leave...I can hear them...devils are approaching." Kenyin suggested as he turned his back to face the direction where the devils were coming.&lt;br /&gt;"How many?" Hien asked as he wasn't ready to just run away and leave their battle unfinished.&lt;br /&gt;"More then you can imagine. Just look straight ahead and you'll understand." Kenyin replied as he pointed his finger towards an approaching swarm of devils on the tail of another demon with black angel wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Krion...guess it's time to leave." Hien quickly noticed before he told Reina to reach out her hand to Krion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey...aren't you leaving as well?" Reina asked, as she reached out her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No...I'm waiting for someone." Kenyin replied as he drew his sword and extended it to the fullest before slashing the approaching devils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krion barely dodging the sword made of light, grabbed hold of Hien's and Reina's hand before warning them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brace yourself...this isn't going to be easy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, Krion found an opening upwards and quickly took it. As they continued to fly upwards, they saw another guy dressed in white with a large collar covering his mouth falling downwards. He quickly drew his odd looking twin bladed spear, but just as Krion and the others thought he was there to stop them. He fell passed them and blasted the approaching devils with a wave of energy. Landing safetly, he ran towards where Kenyin was.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the approaching spear master, and another approaching devil winged demon. He said to the both of them, "Your both late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah...sorry, I couldn't fall fast enough." the one in white pleaded as he stabbed the ground with his spear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No matter...none shall escape." Ledius commented as he too stabbed the ground next to the spear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lets began then, gentlemen...charge your energy!" Kenyin joked as he too stabbed his sword next to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they chanted and channeled their life force into the three weapons, continuous waves of energy began spreading around them. The glow becoming brighter and brighter with each second till finally, it exploded. Sending a tremendous force of light energy throughout hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as Krion and the others got out of hell from the giant hole which emerged days ago, a giant surge of light energy was blasted out from it. Heading upwards towards the orange sky which slowly turned into night, revealing nine stars shining brightly tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as the surge of light energy ended, Ledius and his accomplices stood at the very edge of the same hole...reciting the words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Souls of sorrow, souls of anger. Souls of hell...we stand here before you in need of your strength, as your souls now belongs to us. Fight for us! And you shall be freed! Against the heavens, against the gods. Be part of the greatest uprising! And end the day so called Judgement."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Hien saw the three...he quickly noticed that one of them was him...the one he had been looking for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Father..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However before Hien could act, Reina grabbed his hand and said to him, "Now's not the time...Krion's seriously injured...we won't be their match."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesitating, Hien carried Krion on his back and made his way towards a nearby hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111192016946593991?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111192016946593991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111192016946593991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111192016946593991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111192016946593991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/03/nine-stars-shining-tonight-truth-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111184785924919223</id><published>2005-03-26T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T18:43:29.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 thousand demons at bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A day of sorrow, a day of tears...but it won't end...not this way...tears won't solve anything.&lt;br /&gt;"Rena~!" Krion shouted as he swung his twin swords down wards clashing against each other. Out appeared a giant wave of purple energy in the shape of a cross, blasting away the demons in front of him. Then swinging his swords in different directions, he countered those other demons that surrounded him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As more and more just kept coming, Krion felt like he could take no more...he was starting to get tired, he wouldn't last much longer...Sweat and tears kept flowing down his face, finally dripping down from his chin. "For her..." he kept whispering over and over again...as he thought of the times Rena and him were together for strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Flashback*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night moon shone ever so brightly. The sky was clear and all the stars could be seen shining away in the black sky. Rena sat on a bench near the edge of a cliff, staring out at the island filled with lights not so far away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a while, everything was peaceful. Though all of a sudden, clouds began blocking the moon."I know your there...so why aren't you coming over?" she asked softly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caught by surprised, Krion revealed himself from the shadows and took a seat besides Rena, before asking."How did you know I was there?" Krion asked in a curious manner and stared out to the island of lights as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However Rena didn't reply...instead she leaned onto Krion's shoulder and asked, "Have you...ever felt so alone...so numb, so cold? That your heart freezes and all of a sudden shatters. Like...nothing is ever going to turn out alright."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Krion was a bit surprised as he heard her question, in school...she was always smiling... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Perhaps this was the only way she could hide her pain...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rena's life...was just like an emotional roller coaster. Returning back to her so called home, screaming and shouting from her drunk father would start. Her exam results weren't so good as well...and recently...her mother died. She had always kept many things to herself...but she always smiled. No matter how painful it gets...she would still carry that same smile to school, but now...she seem so hurt...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Krion hugged Rena before finally replying, "Always."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Upon hearing his answer, Rena gave a tight slap on Krion's face before leaving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As she slowly walked away, Krion didn't gave chase...instead he faced away and began explaining to Rena."You feel...alone, as if no will ever understand you. At night...you feel so much like crying, but at times...nothing came out. Whenever you stare out towards the night sky, you feel like you've break away...from all your troubles. You smile, not because you’re happy...but so that no one will know...You feel as if no one in this world would be concern about you! That...no one would ever be there for you! But...you shouldn't feel this way...cause I've always tried my best to be there for you...and I'll always be! So...no one should feel this pain...but me." as Krion finished, he gripped the part of his chest where his heart was...it hurt so much now...as tears began to show...he felt like his heart was crying as well. Oh how he wished he didn't had to feel...to become heartless, so that no pain can ever reach him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But all of a sudden, he felt someone hugging him from the back while saying in a sweet manner, "Thank you..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As he heard those two words...Krion surprisingly felt...comfort in his heart, the pain faded and he felt as if he had found...his light in the shadows. He then hugged back Rena and whispered to her ear, "No matter what...I'll always be there for you...till the day that you no longer want me to."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rena gave a slight smile to Krion before making the same promise as well, "Correction, we will both be there for each other...no matter what."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As Rena smiled, Krion realized that this smile was totally different from the one he used to see. He could actually feel comfort from this one...perhaps, the smile she had always been using...was nothing more but a fake smile.And with that the clouds finally dispersed and revealed the comforting moonlight again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Flashback over*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However at the very end...he had failed to protect her...his heart now as what he had felt before, screamed to be relieved of this pain. And with one last ounce of strength, he fired a tremendous force of energy from his two swords and made a path leading to the resting place. While running with all his might, he was stabbed countless times by the claws of the demons around him...but as his heart cried, nothing else seem to hurt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he was closing the gate to the resting place, all of a sudden he tripped and fell on to the ground."Just a few more steps..." he told himself as he tried his hardest to get up, but to no avail. The demons around him then all made a big leap into the air as if they wanted to crush him by stabbing him from the sky.'It's all going to end soon...but I was so close...at least the pain will stop...once I die...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However just as the demons were about to touch him, another demon from out of nowhere flew towards the bunch and in a split second...sliced them up in pieces. "Go..." the unknown demon said as he lifted Krion up and threw him towards the gate. Krion took one last look back at the demon that had just saved him, and realized...a sense of bond with him and the demon. Then it occurred to him..."Father?" he asked himself silently, before entering the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, on the other side...Kenyin was just about to deliver the final blow when Reina couldn't stand it anymore and stepped in to blocked the attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why...why in all means do you want to destroy us? What have we done that deserves such a fate? After all...we are your friend's descendants no?" Reina cried out desperately, trying to reason with the God Slayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenyin withdrew his sword before replying sadly, "Do you know why we are God Slayers? All of us here...have been through a lot in this world, and even with so much suffering...the Gods don't do anything about it. We...we just can't forgive them for doing that! So...we are going to create a new world! And with that we bear the burden of many great sins, the slaying of gods. However...this world has been changed one too many times, therefore...we must exterminate the next generation of God Slayers...so that history will not repeat itself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you blind? By doing that...by trying to create a new world, history has already repeated itself! Like you said before, our world has been changed one too many times...so why can't you just accept it! Why can't you forgive the gods? Why are all of you so stubborn? If you can't even forgive the gods, then...how ever are you going to obtain your own innocence! How ever are you going to feel comfort again?" Reina asked sadly...knowing she was right, all this foolishness had to stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing what Reina had just said...Kenyin was left speechless, he knew what he was doing was wrong...but he had already vowed to help Ledius to obtain that goal...and till the day he die, he was forever going to feel this guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the resting place, Krion had finally found the portal leading to Rena's resting place. However, he was afraid to enter...after all...they had never said the three words to each other before...so he couldn't be sure of how she felt about him. He was afraid...that all he had been fighting for would turn out to be a lost cause...but in the end he decided to went in. He couldn't live on false hope anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he entered he realized that the place looked exactly the same as the one he had remembered not too long ago. And true enough, there she was...sitting on the bench...staring at the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rena." he called out softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised and shocked, Rena turned back to see a very worn out Krion standing there.&lt;br /&gt;"Wh...what are you doing here?" she asked as she began to step away.&lt;br /&gt;"I...I came to see you again..." Krion replied sadly, sensing that something was amiss.&lt;br /&gt;"Well...you shouldn't have come Krion...both of us had suffered a lot. And with the opening of the gate of hell...do you know how much more suffering you have brought to the world! All that...just so to see me...is it really worth it? You...haven't learn to let go have you?" she asked sadly...knowing that all of this would probably break his heart.&lt;br /&gt;Krion couldn't hold it back...he decided to face the ground to hide his tears before he replied, "I see that you have..."&lt;br /&gt;Rena tried her best not to hug him, her arms now trembling to control herself...she knew that Krion had to forgive, to let go...all else he will always suffer...even if it breaks his heart, and her own as well."You have to learn to forgive, Krion...to let go. So please..."&lt;br /&gt;Krion couldn't believe it...so he was fighting for a lost cause after all. Turning his back, he replied sadly "I guess your right...I should learn to let go." before quickly leaving the place through the same portal with tears flowing down his face. He felt like there was no longer a reason to go on...but more importantly, he couldn't stay here any longer...&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he left, Rena feel on to her knees and began crying...she knew she had done the right thing...if she had confessed her love to him...he would have stay here and never leave her side. And though that was what she wanted...she knew she couldn't have. After all...she was dead, and all that's left was just her soul. Whereas Krion was still alive...they could never be together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To forgive...to let go...is it really so hard to do?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111184785924919223?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111184785924919223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111184785924919223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111184785924919223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111184785924919223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/03/8-thousand-demons-at-bay.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111176312909820151</id><published>2005-03-25T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T07:06:25.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seven strikes to defeat? (Part two, cause I was sleepy and didn't finish.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Krion continued to run as fast as he could, though the road seemed endless in the pitch black darkness. He didn't hesitate at all to run full stream ahead. Nothing seem to matter to him anymore, but getting there...to see her smile again. Soon there was a small glimpse of light ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Out of the darkness, out of the shadows. Towards my light...that only you can bring to me.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Krion soon found himself out of the tunnel of darkness, but what stood infront of him was soon going to stop him in his tracks. Thousands of demons had gathered under this giant chamber, apparently what Krion had just went through was just one of the many portals that led the demons here. On the other side of this army, was what look like a resting place for the souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"There...", Krion whispered as his eyes just happened to see it in the crowd of mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All of a sudden, a large beam of black light shone down from the sky. Out appeared a very well armored demon, with a very deadly spear his hand. His hair so long that it reached the bottom of his legs, covering part of his devil-wings. He spoke with such a stern voice that even Krion was dazzled by it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Welcome my minions! I've called you here today is because our dear prince's soul had been captured...by the one name Lockheart- Ledius! Hell will not let this matter off so easily...till he is returned, we shall raise chaos on those with the same blood! Starting with...him!" the large demon said as he pointed a finger towards Krion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All the demons in the chamber then turned to face their prey, their eyes burning for the sight of blood. Krion drew his guns and prepared himself for one of the most aggravating 'against the odds' battle he had ever faced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Great...just great." he commented as he fired the first rounds of bullets around him and leaped into the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Back on the other side, Hien was having a hard time dealing with his recently met assassin. Kenyin's attacks were as precised as they could get, with each turn and leap...he could dodge attacks easily by just a spin of his body and as easily unleashed an attack with his extendable sword of light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Seven strikes more, that's all I need..." Kenyin commented as he stopped and pointed his sword at Hien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hien got very frustrated, he never knew that anyone could fight like that...let alone be so confident to defeat him in seven strikes. "Even so...I must." he whispered as he used his own sword to change the direction of where Kenyin's one was pointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Taking that as a queue to begin, Kenyin ran forward and extended his sword before swinging it towards Hien. As the two swords clashed, Hien wasn't able to deflect the blow properly and was sent flying. However he quickly recovered in mid air to block the second in coming attack from Kenyin's extendable sword. As Hien began to fall back down to the ground, Kenyin rushed front to greet him. Trying to defend himself, Hien got his sword ready to block any attacks coming from the front. Unfortunately, just before they made contact...Kenyin spun towards the side and slashed him from the back. Without giving Hien a chance to recover, he tried to slash him again with a sharp wave of light energy. To his surprise, Hien turned back just in time to defend from the wave and also from the second try that Kenyin did in the split second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Just two more left..." Hien commented as he stood in a defensive pose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Smiling, Kenyin unleashed a tremendous force of light energy from his sword just as he replied, "One left!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hien was sent crashing into the wall, losing grip of his sword...he laid back on the wall not knowing exactly how what to do next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kenyin took one last look at Hien, before unleashing his final blow directly at his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A giant flash of light then blinded everyone for a while as his sword came in contact with Hien. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"It's done..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Heh...I'm sorry to say...not quite yet..." Hien interrupted as he stepped out of the dent he had made in the wall, and let go of the sword he had just caught with his bare hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Impressive..." Kenyin commented as he swung his sword towards Hien once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Using an invisible force, Hien barely blocked the attack...but was sent flying again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Falling hard on his shoulder...he stood back up once more, ready to face another attack from the God Slayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Tell...me. Why do you struggle so much? Wouldn't it be better if you just accept your fate?" Kenyin asked in an annoyed manner as he sent Hien crashing into another wall again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Panting, Hien replied softly as he stood back up again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Even so...I must. With the sorrow that ties me with this world...as long as I can't let go of it. I'll continue to struggle. Till I take my last breath, I'll keep standing back up!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111176312909820151?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111176312909820151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111176312909820151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111176312909820151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111176312909820151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/03/seven-strikes-to-defeat-part-two-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111174727950884159</id><published>2005-03-25T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T02:55:53.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Umm...am I staring at my note pad? O_o'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111174727950884159?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111174727950884159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111174727950884159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111174727950884159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111174727950884159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/03/umm.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111158862086827976</id><published>2005-03-23T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T06:56:18.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seven strikes towards defeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Day was approaching soon, the original rays of the sun begin to fill up the giant crater which emerged from the ground a few days ago. Deep down that crater, lied a world where many spirits rested. 'Hell'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A voice...I'm not dreaming this time...am I?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Krion thought as he looked around and saw no one there except his siblings. "She's...calling to me?" he questioned himself as he stood up and looked into the distance of the tunnel. 'The feeling...it's stronger then ever now...it feels like your so close, and yet so far.' he whispered as he took another step forward towards the unknown infront of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"If you wish to leave first, be my guest." a different voice said as Krion took another step forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This time, Krion recognized that voice. He paused for a moment before replying, "You sure? It's quite far away you know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hien smiled as he thought about how Krion always asks the obvious, no matter how determined he gets..."Does it matter? Your still going...no?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Hah...guess your right...thanks." Krion said as he realized once he went...he might not return back alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hien felt confused as he heard his brother thanking him for some unknown reason and asked anoyingly, "For what?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everything."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Krion replied with a slight smile, and soon disappeared into the darkness of hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meanwhile, on the other side of hell...Ledius approached the resting place of his wife. However, before he could enter...a ghostly knight riding on his horse appeared from nowhere to stop him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Hault demon, within these doors lies the resting place of all who had died two years ago...I cannot permit you to enter and disturb their peace."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ledius drew his sword, and slashed down the knight's horse with a series of strokes from his blade. Then while the knight is caught in the motion of the falling horse, Ledius finished him with a stab in the chest before replying to the knight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"You don't need to...I permit myself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As the doors opened, Krion saw a large room filled with many tombs and portals behind each one. It was a sight to behold...each portal would led to the resting place of a different soul. And in each resting place, would be a peaceful world...where the soul would rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Luna Lockheart." Ledius whispered as he read the name on the tomb in front of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Back on the other side of hell, a strong power was approaching the two siblings...soon they saw a middle aged man wearing a worn out coat walking slowly towards them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Welcome to hell, children of Ledius." the man said, as he took off his coat to reveal his robotic body. His arms, legs and everything down his neck was covered in armor which connected directly to his nerve system. His hair a bright blonde, matched the golden eyes he used to stare at the two surprised siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"An acquaintance of our father no doubt." Hien replied with an odd sense of joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Yes...a fellow God Slayer. The name's Kenyin, and on behalf of the first generation of God Slayers I've come to...exterminate the both of you." he replied with a smile and stood a stance, prepared for any in coming attacks his foe may use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hien..." Reina said worriedly as she approached her brother.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Reina, but I have to fight him alone this time...in order to prove to myself...I've got to do it alone." Hien replied sadly as he drew his father's devil-winged sword.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this, Reina hugged her brother tightly and then whispered to his ear,"I know I can't stop you...I also think that all this fighting is quite meaningless...but I made a promise to Krion five years ago...and because of that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Flashback*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was on a cloudy rainy night...the two siblings stood at the alley of their hometown without even facing each other. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon one of them broke the silence and said,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know...though he doesn't say it, I can see it in his eyes...he depends alot on your surpport just to go on. So promise me kay? That you'll stand by his side no matter what silly path he takes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After that, there was another moment of silence...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reina closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the rain hiting down on her face as she thought of all the times Hien had been there for her. She had always thought that she depended on her brothers alot, not knowing that one of them depended back on her as well...but now she knew. That no matter what happens, she would gladly smile back on him...even if he had done a great sin...even if she was feeling sad...she would support him all the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And with that, she replied sweetly, "Promise."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have my fullest support to go all the way bro!" she said cheerfully as she finally let go of her brother, and gave him her blessings.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling touched and yet a little confused by his sister's words, Hien took a final look at his sister before turning back to face his foe.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you ready son of Ledius?" Kenyin asked as he started to regret having to fight Hien after seeing that scene.&lt;br /&gt;Hien lifted his sword and then replied in a taunting manner "Bring it on...God Slayer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in the resting place of Luna Lockheart...Ledius took a moment to relax before commenting on his wife's resting ground.&lt;br /&gt;"Heh...you know...I would have never thought you would want to rest in such a place...it looks so different from what a normal lady would have wanted."&lt;br /&gt;Luna stared at the black clouded sky and the rocky moutains which surrounded her before replying, "You think? Besides...I'm not a normal lady remember?"&lt;br /&gt;Ledius giggled a bit before replying, "How could I forget? After all...when we wedded that day, there was such a large response from the Gods and demons..."&lt;br /&gt;"It sure made a hell of a party though..." Luna joked as she remembered how one of the reapers accidentally knocked their wedding cake onto an unexpecting god...&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah...it sure did...by the way, were you...lonely during the time I was gone for so long?" Ledius asked sadly...knowing that the answer would most likely be a negative one.&lt;br /&gt;However surprisingly, Luna still looked as happy as ever as she replied, "To tell you the truth...I really did missed you alot. However while I was raising our children...oddly, they gave me joy in my life that I never knew before. And well...that gave me the strength to go on, till came the night of devil may."&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing what his wife had just said, Ledius became speechless...soon he stood back up and prepared to leave.&lt;br /&gt;"So...your going again? So soon?" Luna asked sadly as she tried to grab her husband's hand. However, as she was just a spirit...it went right through his.&lt;br /&gt;Ledius stopped for a moment before he turned back to answer his wife, "Yeah...there are many more things I have to settle first, but the next time I'm back...I promise...I'll stay for good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That'll...that'll be nice."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Aah not yet finish with the chapter, haven't even gotten to the title...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111158862086827976?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111158862086827976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111158862086827976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111158862086827976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111158862086827976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/03/seven-strikes-towards-defeat-day-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111124343063858108</id><published>2005-03-19T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T20:44:13.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Six dreams of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been having these weird dreams lately. It was as if you were really there...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What's the matter? Why are you crying again?" she asked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's nothing...it's just that...it's been such a long time since I've seen your smile, I've missed it. That's all." I replied happily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It won't be long now, wait for me kay?" I encouraged as I hugged her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But it already seems feels like an eternity since we last met..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I know...just a little longer, I promise we'll meet soon."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Krion! Hey Krion! Wake up!" a voice persisted. "Wha...whats the matter?"&lt;br /&gt;"You were crying in your sleep..." Reina explained softly as she sat back down."&lt;br /&gt;Krion surprised, touched the area around his eyes and realized that they were wet...Reina was right... he had been crying...&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry...it's just that, ever since I'm here...I've been having these weird dreams...and they seem so real..." Krion explained as he wipped the area around his eyes dry.&lt;br /&gt;"Anyways, you better get some sleep...it's my turn to keep watch."&lt;br /&gt;Reina stared at Krion with concerned eyes before saying, "Alright...just promise me you won't do anything foolish, kay?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry...I'm stronger then you think." Krion comforted as he took off his coat and used it to cover Reina like a blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a whole six days, since they've entered hell...and oddly...it seemed like a peaceful place. Though it feels like a continous cave, it seem to be darker at night. And brighter at day. Sure it would have the usual lava flowing by you like a river, but there would be the silence that accompanies you when you come upon a place of resting. Now all that Krion had to do, is to find the right resting place of her. And he'll soon see her smile...and his own again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the camp fire, Hien was still awake. He had heard the conversation between Reina and Krion, and now he too was worried about him. Though they always fought...Hien couldn't help but be concerned about him from time to time. After all...the only kin the three of them had left, were each other. On top of that, they were heretics of the world. Cursed to have no rightful place to return to. 'No matter.' he thought...after everything ends, they'll make their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Ledius had already reached the chamber of the prince of darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Wh...what...even in your human form...how can you still be so powerful?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ledius pointed his sword at the so called prince of darkness and replied, "Haven't you figure it out by now? What the title God slayer means? The ones who can overcome anything. Besides...this time I had help, so don't be so surprise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From a far, the prince of darkness looked kinda like a vampire. With his hair jell backwards and his glowing eyes, he looked pretty good actually. He held his sword like staff in one hand, and used his other to generate dark balls of energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Guess I can't hold back then..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Guess not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As the two stood there grinning to each other like long lost sparing partners, the prince of darkness eyes glowed brighter and all of a sudden...he dissappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"What!" Ledius shouted as he suddenly sensed a sword approaching him, quickly turning his back...he clashed his own sword with the incoming one. He got a glimpse of the prince before he quickly disappeared again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Since your going all out, I might as well too. I summon you, ghosts of the demons I've slayed. Fight for me! And I shall release back your souls, so that you will finally...be able to rest in peace!" Ledius shouted as he lifted up his sword in the air, and then crashing it down again. Soon, countless spirits were released into the atmosphere around him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The prince of darkness, was then quickly over whelmed by the endlessly increasing number of spirits. However he soon disappeared into the shadows, and when he return...there were numerous copies of himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two can play that game, Ledius! Shadows of oblivion!" the prince of darkness shouted as his copies and himself dissappeared and reappeared while slashing through the spirits.&lt;br /&gt;However, none of the copies nor himself could find Ledius in the mess of spirits.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, one of the prince of darkness was stabbed. "And now...your soul belongs to me." A voice behind him said in a firm manner.&lt;br /&gt;"Bu...but how! How could you tell that I was...te...the real one?"&lt;br /&gt;"Cause your the only one...who I can sense my demon form in. Makes sense to you?" Ledius asked as he turned his sword as if it was a key in a lock. The prince of darkness's body soon glow a light purple, the glow was then transfered to Ledius. The soul of the prince of darkness then entered the skull shaped part of Ledius sword.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry...you'll be released soon."&lt;br /&gt;Clenching his fist tightly, Ledius could then feel his demonic energy returning back to him. His body soon began to burn, white and black flames filled the atmosphere in the transformation. From his back sprout devil-wings, his skin also returned and became black and thick as his entire body grew larger and more demon like. His sword was also then fused into part of his right arm.&lt;br /&gt;"Returned back to your old self I see?"&lt;br /&gt;Ledius turned around, surprised to see Kenyin there waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Anyways the reason I'm here is because well...news travels fast here!"&lt;br /&gt;Ledius stared at Kenyin with a very silly face before asking, "That's it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well...of course not! It's just a warning that the lord of hell will soon be on our tail. And also...apparently, your children are nearby. I'm going to pay them a visit, you coming?"&lt;br /&gt;Ledius closed his eyes and then replied in a sad manner, "No...I'm going to visit her first."&lt;br /&gt;"I see..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ledius walked away from the chamber, he returned back to his human form. And though he didn't show it much, Kenyin knew that his heart was crying, screaming to be free. As he too had been through what Ledius felt right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Give it back...give back my innocence to me!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have back his innocence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111124343063858108?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111124343063858108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111124343063858108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111124343063858108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111124343063858108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/03/six-dreams-of-you-ive-been-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111121988495160019</id><published>2005-03-18T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:43:17.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fifth day of hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The skies of earth had changed drastically after the opening of the gate. From the usual light blue in the day, it had changed to a sunset orange. Demons and reapers a like, in the excitement of being free. Began invading the human world. And as Hien, Krion and Reina began their descend into hell. Unknowing a new conflict will soon be added into the equation, with the revival of the previous God Slayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Judgment day is coming Krion, with the opening of the gate...heaven shall descend. The demons won't go back easily, and it'll take something more then force to do it...but before that...I'll make sure that his blood is spilled till none is left!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Do you truly hate our father so much?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"He brought sorrow to her Krion...he was the very reason why she had to work so hard...and then when he returns...instead of an apology...he sacrificed her! I...I just can't forgive him!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Then who can you forgive?" Krion replied sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was then a moment of silence before Reina spoked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Aren't you the same? Can you not forgive God?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meanwhile, on one of the lowest floors of hell. A middle aged man stepped towards what looked like a jail cell in hell. He wore a very long wore out coat with a hood on. "How long has it been Ledius?"&lt;br /&gt;"Seven hundred and twenty five days." a man in the jail cell replied. "Heh...your eyes still look as strong as ever, though the flames of hell has burned you till even your skin is gone."&lt;br /&gt;"Well...I've been waiting for this day to come." the man replied as he stepped out of the shadows, revealing himself and the chains which tied him to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;"Indeed...Isenyu is awaiting us at the gate, so what ever matters you need to attend to here...you better finish it soon." the hooded man urged as he drew his sword and in one swift blow, destroyed the bars of the cell. After that, the sword lost it's blade of light and the man kept it back in his coat.&lt;br /&gt;The skinless man then broke free of the chains on his own and walked out of the cell.&lt;br /&gt;"So...your going to see him now?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, to reclaim back my demon form."&lt;br /&gt;The hooded man then took out some clothes and a very unusal sword to him. Normally, at the tip of a sword. It should be sharp, instead...this one had something like a skull shape. And the blade's body was seperated into two parts, one glowing with spiritual energy. And the other, a blunt edge. "If you must go, then please do me a favor and put on some clothes."&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, the skinless man put on the coat and pants before examining the weapon his associate had given him. "Hah...you had everything planned out didn't you? Even to the detail that i might need a weapon. Not only that...you brought me the sword of the devil himself!"&lt;br /&gt;The hooded man turned his back, before he replied, "Heh...I had seven hundred and twenty five days to plan this, you didn't think I'll leave it to the last minute did you?"&lt;br /&gt;"You know...it's hard to tell. Since you always get things done so quickly." the skinless man said as he tied his new sword on to his back.&lt;br /&gt;The two men then stared at each other till the hooded one began to giggle. "Haha knew it, you did wait till the last minute! You haven't change one bit have you, Kenyin?" the skinless man teased as he walked into the shadows towards one of the grandest chamber in hell.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh so you noticed, anyway...good luck with the prince of darkness, Ledius Lockheart. For after that...we shall raise hell!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111121988495160019?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111121988495160019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111121988495160019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111121988495160019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111121988495160019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/03/fifth-day-of-hell-skies-of-earth-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111115153691744516</id><published>2005-03-18T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T18:29:29.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 you, anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyday, I would think about you. Every night I'll dream of you. Though no matter how hard I try, I can no longer see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Rena!" Krion shouted as he opened the door slowly. However, to his dismay. She wasn't there. Krion stared painfully at the truth as he drew his twin swords, in search of something to release his anger on.&lt;/span&gt; And he soon found him, the guy with silver grey hair. The guy who now wore a black and blue coat with matching pants. The guy, he will always call, "Brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Surprising isn't it? How similar Reina's voice sounded to Rena's when she sung." Hien commented as he too drew his own devil winged sword. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Without any warning, Krion charged up the stage in rage to attack his younger brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Defending himself easily as their swords collided, Hien pushed Krion back down the stage with an invisible force and said. "Is this how you greet your dear brother?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Upon hearing this, Krion pointed one of his swords at Hien before he replied angrily, "Only when he toys with my feelings!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once more, the three swords collided with each other with so much force that the ground bellow them started to crack.&lt;br /&gt;"On the contrary dear brother, you'll see her soon." Hien exclamied as he once more used an invisible force from his palm to crush his brother onto the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated and tired, Krion switched his weapons and began firing a string of bullets while shouting.&lt;br /&gt;"Enough already! The only way that I'm ever going to see her again is if I die and go to hell!"&lt;br /&gt;Hien stopped the bullets with the same force he had beeen using and replied in an evil manner, "That's where your right brother! We are going to hell!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned by the words of his brother and the unknown force he had used to stop the bullets, Krion stood back up and realized that something had happen to his brother these past two years. He was no longer just a demon, and that force...it felt exactly like the same force a god had onced used on him. "Could...could it be? Hien...your..."&lt;br /&gt;"Indeed Krion, you finally noticed. I'm part god, and so are you and Reina! In these two years, I have been searching for the whereabouts of our father. And on that journey, I found out the truth of our mother. The reason why she never falls ill, the reason why she was never hungry. And do you now know why Krion?!"&lt;br /&gt;Krion turned away and replied sadly, "Because...she was a god."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, correct. We are heretics Krion, heretics! We belong in neither of worlds! That is also the reason why you were able to touch a god, why you were able to slay him." Hien explained as he opened a chamber, revealing a chained god on the wall. He then handed an amulet to Reina before he turned back to Krion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight's the night of judgement Krion...Tonight, I shall open the door to hell, to the underworld, to where our father now lies in flames. And with the sacrificing of this god and our mother's heart in the form of that amulet, the seal will be broken! And I shall have my revenge on him! But before that..."Hien said as he lifted up his sword at Krion.&lt;br /&gt;"You must accept the truth and tap into the power that lies within your blood, your veins. Your side of a god!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krion grinned evily and slowly turned into his demon form while saying, "Sorry brother, but you should know by now. I always turn to the shadows instead of light!"&lt;br /&gt;Krion made the first move by running up the wall towards the celling, drawing his twin swords once more. He made a mighty leaped downwards towards his younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;Hien made a slight smile and stepped towards the side for his brother to crash into the floor, little did he know that Krion soon grapped his feet and pulled him down to the second floor together with him.&lt;br /&gt;The second floor was a floor filled with many traps, and it made up forty percent of the tower with it's giant room and many confusing stair ways. As his brother fell, Krion ran along side and on the walls to activated the traps on them. Soon volleys of spears began flying towards the falling Hien.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think such cheap tricks will get me, brother?" Hien commented as he used the invisible force again to stop any incoming spears. Taking the opportunity to attack, Krion once more made a mighty leap towards his brother.&lt;br /&gt;However, sensing the attack. Hien quickly turned back to defend himself by clashing his sword against his brother's.&lt;br /&gt;And in the momentum of Krion's jump, the two brothers were then sent crashing through the walls and soon they found themselves outside of the tower. Both brothers then launched their swords into the walls of the tower to stop their fall. "Giving up brother?" Krion commented as one of his swords was free to attack, while the other stuck in the wall, he gripped on tightly so that he wouldn't fall. Hien in the same position except that he only had one sword, smiled and cried out, "Heck no!" Before firing a wave of force towards his brother.&lt;br /&gt;Riding the wave by running on the walls of the tower, Krion made his final attemp and sent himself crashing down towards Hien while releasing a dragon made of black energy.&lt;br /&gt;Hien knowing that this was their last shot as well to defeat each other, pulled out his sword and by using the momentum of gravity. Began running downwards towards the ground floor. Seeing a pole sticking out of the tower, he quickly jumped onto it. And just as the energy dragon was about to swallow him, he sliced it up and made a leap upwards with the help of the pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two brothers clashed in mid air as it soon began to rain. As the rain fell with them, Hien shouted towards his brother. "Why are you so afraid to let loose of that side?"&lt;br /&gt;Krion kept quiet for a few second before he replied, "The truth, I don't really know why...but to me right now. And the feelings within me. All I can say is that, the day I let loose of that side. I'll be able to let go. To finally let go of my feelings for her."&lt;br /&gt;"Hah, then I don't think that day will ever come. " Hien teased as he and his brother landed.&lt;br /&gt;"Anyways, if you're going to open the gate tonight. You'll better do it soon. Morning is approaching."&lt;br /&gt;"So...your in I presume?" Hien smiled as he asked.&lt;br /&gt;Krion lifted up his head, and stared at the moon before he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes, for her...I'll do anything."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111115153691744516?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111115153691744516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111115153691744516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111115153691744516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111115153691744516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/03/4-you-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111088009508462521</id><published>2005-03-15T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T02:06:43.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's finally not a story! But a post! Can you believe it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello people, mi proably taking a break from writing for awhile. Dunno when I'll be back though, so none of you will know who sang the song on "Three floors to go, in order to see her again?" for quite sometime until I can finish my homework. [hint: it's not me! But I wrote the lyrics for the song, so you better read it hor.] Then maybe on saturday or sunday, ai wait. Maybe on sunday I'll write. Saturday going to see Sponge bob square pants the movie! So by wednesday must finish homework. Friday going to see how people do animation, thursday on virtual reality stuff. Though I'm looking forward to it, kinda sad that it's going to take up alot of my time. So that's pretty much how I'm going to spent my one week holiday. Hmm, should I bother with chinese homework? Anyways, you know how normally people would say. "I've made a friend." Well today I've made a little sister! O_o' Haha, how odd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111088009508462521?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111088009508462521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111088009508462521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111088009508462521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111088009508462521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-finally-not-story-but-post-can-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111050934185075230</id><published>2005-03-10T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T07:09:10.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three floors to go, in order to see her again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krion entered the tower and saw the two stairway which he took to reach the top during the last time he was here. He remembered how tiring it was just to climb all the way to the top. However this time he was going to do something different. He turned to his left and walk towards a statue of a devil, and pushed the belly button as though it was a button and awaited for something to happen. Sure enough, a door opened with a 'ting!' sound. He stepped into the rectangular shaped room and face the door.&lt;br /&gt;He then pushed another button on the wall and soon the rectangular shapped room began rising upwards with the door closed.&lt;br /&gt;"Aah, thank goodness to whoever invented the lift." Krion commented, happy that his legs were not going to be tortured.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the lift stopped before it reached the third floor. The door opened and the very same reaper which Krion had just fought with stepped into the lift. Surprised a bit, Krion tried to start a conversation. "So...where's your other twin?"&lt;br /&gt;"He's taking the stairs." the reaper replied trying not to feel akward.&lt;br /&gt;"Did he knew about the lift?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nope." the reaper replied almost giggling.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, poor him." Krion replied trying to hold back his laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Soon they reached the third floor and went their seperate ways with the reaper phasing through the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, on the top of the tower. Hien stood near the edge of a balcony, staring at the magnificent full moon that shone tonight. "He's going to be here soon." a girl's voice spoke breaking the silence.&lt;br /&gt;"Is everything ready?" Hien replied as he turned back to face his younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;Reina grabbed a mircophone and drew it at Hien while saying, "Would I be here if it was not?"&lt;br /&gt;"Heh, it was just a formality."&lt;br /&gt;Reina smiled and said, "I know." She then turned on the speakers in the hallway where Krion was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the hallway, "Attention, Godslayer. Or should I say, dear brother. You took longer then expected to arrive here, I was begining to fall asleep."&lt;br /&gt;Krion reloaded his gun and was about to fire when, the voice spoke again. " Before you shoot, I've prepared something to motivated you. It's a song, that you should know very well."&lt;br /&gt;Music soon started to fill up the atmosphere, with a voice singing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we set eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And forget the tears that we shed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever bear to forget you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rena?" Krion whispered as he heard the voice singing. As the song continued, many reapers began to asend from the last stairway. Soon, Krion was totally surrounded by reapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I stared back at your crimson eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the loneliness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just suddenly vanquished.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without a trace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without a doubt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krion drew his twin blades, each sword had a dragon head before the blade stuck out. And now, the eyes of the swords were glowing bright red. Without saying a word, he swung his swords around him to gain some space before jumping into the air. Each word the voice sung was like a sword peircing through Krion's heart. Reminding him of what he had lost, what he couldn't protect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are always gonna be the one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now and forever till time sleeps on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember your smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to carry on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The love you gave me was, all I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I have the courage to follow my dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I can still go on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With you in my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switching his weapons in mid air, he kicked a nearby wall and fired bullets along the way. Reaching the other side of the room, he switched back to his swords and made a mighty leap towards the reapers. And with one swift blow, he had already slayed half the reapers in this hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that you were gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost, alone under the pale gray moon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how could you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even forget to say goodbye?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once again my tears had shed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I know you'll be back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And at that time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be smiling back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the battle continued, one of the reapers was knocked so hard that it made a large hole in the wall. The moon's rays soon touched Krion's skin, his eyes now watery as he remembered what Rena had once asked him on such a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you were the moon, and I was the night.Would the light be drawn to your radiance...or be lured into my darkness?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A philosophical question no doubt. However as she smiled underneath the moonlight from behind Krion. It struck him on how beantiful darkness was. How much comfort that one smile of the night gave him. Indeed, she was as comforting to him as the night sky which represents our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will always have a place in my,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lonely heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now and forever till time sleeps on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll remember your smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So please don't forget me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under the showers of the pouring rain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So numb, so cold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How oddly that,I'm still able to smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remembered, that it was you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who taught me how.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I...I wish to see you again, please...let it be you. Standing there, waiting for me. I don't want to lose you again!" Krion cried out as he unleashed a dark wave of energy, wiping out the remaining reapers. 'Just behind this door. Please...let it be you.' Krion thought as he opened the door slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are always gonna be the one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now and forever till time sleeps on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember your smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to carry on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The love you gave me was,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I ever need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make me smile again, I'll remember yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now and forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...muhaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111050934185075230?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111050934185075230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111050934185075230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111050934185075230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111050934185075230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/03/three-floors-to-go-in-order-to-see-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111046592775394086</id><published>2005-03-10T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T18:15:52.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two scythes away from hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The large bridge on the way to the tower began to rise, making way for a ship to pass by. "Perfect." Krion commented as he saw his chance. He quickly rode his motorbike full speed ahead and began picking up speed. Jumping from the tilted bridge, he fired two grapling hooks from his motorbike which managed to get a hook on to the tower ahead. Swinging to the other side, he landed vertically on to the tower and began his asend. However as he was half way there, the ropes that were connected to the hooks were suddenly cut. Causing him to fall from his asend. Trying to salvage the situation, he used his back wheel to try to reduce the impact by crashing it against the wall and pulling on the reverse. Soon he landed safetly back on the ground, in front of the entrance of the tower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Welcome, GodSlayer...we are the twin guardians of the gate to hell. Are you ready to enter? If so, prepare to face the blades of our scythes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Krion looked back and saw twin human like reapers standing face to face with him. They wore a black hood which covered their eyes and unlike the other reapers he had faced, these wore proper foot wear! In one hand was their scythes and in the other was a chain which connected to their scythes. Pointing his guns at their stomachs, he replied. "Try me." And quickly pulled the trigger. However the twin reapers both dodge the bullets by taking a step back so as their arms were facing Krion. "Precise, very precise. Now, how about we have some fun shall we?" Krion commented as he leaped into the air and fired a series of shots at them. The twin reapers dodged the bullets by dashing to a different direction with each shot. They then leaped into the air as well, and spun their scythes like a lasso before throwing them at Krion. Krion defended himself by releasing the blades from his guns and catching the two scythes with them. He then pulled himself forward and as he fell towards the reapers, he let go of his guns to draw his swords. However before he could slash any of the reapers, they both pulled back their scythes towards Krion. Sensing the blades of the scythes drawing closer Krion spun back in mid air and used his twin swords to clash against the approaching scythes. Krion's back now facing the reapers as they tried their hardest to pull their scythes closer to him. Just as when it looks like it was going to be a stalemate, the two reapers dash forward to stab Krion with the finger nails from their claws. "Gotcha!" Krion exclamied as he turned back just in time to slash of a hand from each reaper. And then stabbing them in their stomachs, before they had a chance to attack him again. "Just one question before you guys leave, I thought the three headed dog, 'Cerebus' was supose to guard the gate of hell...so..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the reapers grinned before he said, "That's our pet, she's on medical leave right now so we had to quit slacking again to guard this lousy door. To think after over three thousand vaccine infections, she still falls sick over a common cold!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Oh...I see, wait a minute! It's a she?! O_o' ", but before Krion could get a response the twin reapers dissappeared into shades of dark smoke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Don't worry, we'll meet again soon. Then we'll talk." a voice from out of nowhere replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[ Oh yeah and one last thing, my numbering of the chapters might come from the first word of the title. Eg. 'Two scythes away from hell' Not certain if it'll continue like this though. *Imagines chapter 20+* 'Die!']&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111046592775394086?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111046592775394086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111046592775394086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111046592775394086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111046592775394086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/03/two-scythes-away-from-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111037797753959359</id><published>2005-03-09T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T06:19:37.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One road left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sky was still dark though morning had arrived, Krion continued riding his motorbike towards the highest tower in the region. The very tower where he had slayed a god. All of a sudden, reaper like creatures begin rising infont of him. Stopping just in time before knocking down one, he heard a familar voice. "So you have come as expected, Krion Lockheart." Krion looked up and saw his younger sister standing at the rooftop of one of the buildings. "It shouldn't come as a surprise, I come here every year...why would this year be any different?" Krion asked with a smirk on his face, seeing how much his younger sister had grown. He could still remember as if it was yesterday when he and his brother had to protect her from bullies. "Indeed, there is no difference. Your still so devoted to her, coming to visit her grave every year." Reina teased, as she saw her brother turning away to blush. However a dark voice soon replied back, " It's not like it's going to make a difference anyway, now why are you here?" "Always to the point now are you? Or is it because of her? Anyways, Hien is offering you a chance. One chance to see your beloved Rena again." Reina replied. Just as she was about to leave, Krion asked, "And if I refuse?" Reina turned back, feeling a bit anoyed as her brother had asked an obvious question. "As if you would...but if you do. Then face the reapers of hell on your tail forever." Krion grinned as his sister disappeared into the moonlight. He then put on his earphones as he turned on his mp3 player. "Your right, I won't give up this chance...but your reapers are going nowhere but straight back to hell!" Krion shouted as he jumped into the sky and drew his guns. Making a spin and firing away, he hit down a few lamp posts which crashed into the cars nearby. As he landed, he made another jump to the left barely doding the scythes. As he was in the air, he twisted his body and shot at the engines of the damaged cars. When he landed, without looking back. The cars exploded wipping out most of the reapers. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a voice shouted. "Hey that's my car!" Pretending not to hear as he had his earphones on, Krion switched weapons to his twin blades and slashed the remaining reapers to oblivion. "Now come here! You're going to pay for my car! Wait, I know you! You're the guy who never pays for his drinks!" the same man shouted from the road side. Krion turned to him like as if all of a sudden he could hear again, and said "Great, put it on my debt then." He then rode back on his motorbike and continued his way towards the tower. Behind him a voice sreaming at the top of his voice, "That's what you always say!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111037797753959359?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111037797753959359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111037797753959359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111037797753959359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111037797753959359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/03/one-road-left-sky-was-still-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111010987123169201</id><published>2005-03-06T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T03:53:08.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saiyuki music is still the best~! XP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Development is still under process as Krion's story need more characters! &gt;_&lt;' Anyways here's something totally unrelated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time,&lt;br /&gt;When we set eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And forget the tears that we shed.&lt;br /&gt;How could I?&lt;br /&gt;Ever bear to forget you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stared back at your crimson eyes,&lt;br /&gt;All the loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;Just suddenly vanquished.&lt;br /&gt;Without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;I know now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always gonna be the one.&lt;br /&gt;In my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever till time sleeps on.&lt;br /&gt;I remember your smile.&lt;br /&gt;Just to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;The love you gave me was, all I&lt;br /&gt;Ever need.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have the courage to follow my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can still go on&lt;br /&gt;With you in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you were gone.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself.&lt;br /&gt;Lost, alone under the pale gray moon.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how could you,&lt;br /&gt;Even forget to say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again my tears had shed.&lt;br /&gt;Though I know you'll be back,&lt;br /&gt;In the morning.&lt;br /&gt;And at that time.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be smiling back,&lt;br /&gt;With you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always have a place in my,&lt;br /&gt;Lonely heart.&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever till time sleeps on.&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember your smile.&lt;br /&gt;So please don't forget me.&lt;br /&gt;Under the showers of the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;So numb, so cold.&lt;br /&gt;How oddly that,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still able to smile.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered, that it was you&lt;br /&gt;Who taught me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always gonna be the one.&lt;br /&gt;In my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever till time sleeps on.&lt;br /&gt;I remember your smile.&lt;br /&gt;Just to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;The love you gave me was,&lt;br /&gt;All I ever need.&lt;br /&gt;To make me smile again, I'll remember yours.&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's re-written lyrics for one of my fav Utada Hikaru songs, "First love" Dedicated to all past crushes! O_o' Okay, back to life. Today was quite a bit boring except for the point where I'm listening to "Saiyuki music!!!" Missing my ps2 somemore and looking for a way so that Krion's story doesn't collide with Dante's. [The hero in the Devil may cry series] As Krion is going to slay demons as well! With more characters coming, like his brother and sister. It's gonna be one hell of a party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Hien Lockheart&lt;br /&gt;Age: 17&lt;br /&gt;Weapons: Uncertain so far, but proably a sword or two.&lt;br /&gt;Race: Demon/human&lt;br /&gt;His or her story: Krion's younger brother. He holds a deep grudge against their father not only for sacrificing their mother in other to seal back the demon gate to hell, but also as he was never really around. Leaving his mother and his siblings to fend for themselves. Making their mother's life very hard, in the end she died by the hands of her love as well. Thus he uses his father's sword in order to remind him of it. He is quite a silent guy, and only talks with his sister. His purpose now is to find their father and slay him, as he follows the thinking of a life for a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Reina Lockheart&lt;br /&gt;Age: 16&lt;br /&gt;Weapon:A holy cross headed staff.&lt;br /&gt;Race: Demon/human&lt;br /&gt;Her or history: Sister to Hien and Krion. From young, her brothers had always been the ones protecting her. Thus after their mother died, she also shared the same grudges as Hien. As her father was never there to protect her from harm. However, Krion doesn't share the same deep grudge. Krion hated his father, but not to the extent of wanting to kill him. One reason was because only Hien and Reina saw with their own eyes how their mother was killed. Krion on the other hand had went to look for the god who desended to earth. And thus, she decides to go with Hien no matter where he chooses to go. The two then became the closest of siblings as the year past by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111010987123169201?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111010987123169201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111010987123169201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111010987123169201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111010987123169201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/03/saiyuki-music-is-still-best-xp-anyways.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-111004099419725591</id><published>2005-03-05T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T08:43:14.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dark burial" (Part one, the night of devil may.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dark clouds had gathered around the dark tower. The clouds almost covered totally the rays of the sun, as some still leaked through. A man with long white hair and a white robe was standing at the edge of the highest tower around. A young man with a black coat and dual pistols had finally reached the top after a long journey. It was Krion, in his rage he had come to battle with the one closest to heaven. The one which had created this whole mess, bellow them was utter chaos. Many demons had been awaken with the coming of this god. And someone who he had some special feelings for, had fallen prey to those demons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"They said I'll find you here, Demi-god."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"So you have come, demon." the god replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Heh, I never thought I'll see an insulting god. Though, I should have guessed...with all the wrong doings you gods had made." Krion said as he blasted the god with his dual pistols. However before any of the bullets could reach the god, the were blocked by an invisible wall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"You cannot hurt me demon, nothing unholy can. I have God's blessings, his divine protection." the god said as he unleashed a wave of force towards Krion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Krion was blasted away, but quickly maneuvered so that he would not drop off the tower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I am not a demon!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By kicking the walls of the tower, Krion headed towards the god trying to slash him. However he was once again pushed back by the force the god created.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Do you not know? Your a demon trapped in a human's body my young acquaintance. How can you expect to defeat me when you can't even accept yourself?" the god taunted as he used a wave of force to press Krion to the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Krion tried his hardest to stand back up, but to no avail. What was he thinking! Going against a god. Was it for her? Or for himself? All he wanted to do, at this moment. At this point of time, was just to let it out. To let all the pain from his heart out. 'She didn't deserve to die...' the words kept repeating in his head. He felt that God had done a sin. His rage burn even more as he remember how he had seen so many more who had fallen under the wrath of God. His body soon began to change slowly, his ears became sharper and his hand turned into claws. His eyes now ever so menacing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"A demon you say, god? Perhaps your right, a demon I am!" Krion replied with an evil grin as he began to stand up, even under the god's force. The god was surprised, but quickly launch an even bigger force towards Krion. Krion was knocked off the tower. As he fell, he drew his twin swords and launch them towards the wall. Reducing the fall till he stopped, he then swung his body upwards and gained foot hold on his two swords. With that he made a mighty leap and soon he found himself above the tower, drawing his swords he made a spin and clashed down upon the god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"You cannot touch me demon." the god said as he blasted a wave of lighting towards his foe. Krion gripped his swords tightly, knowing that he couldn't dodge it he charge forth and used his swords to counter it. Surprisingly, his swords were able to break the lighting. Taking the opportunity, Krion tried to stabbed the god. However once again, an invisible barrier blocked his way. Not giving up, he used his other sword to try to rip an opening to attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"It's useless, you are not holy." the god commented as he tried to use another wave of force against his foe. However, Krion was still standing his ground. Letting go of one of his swords, he used that free hand to rip open a small opening. His flesh and skin began to tear as he pushed further towards the god, as though to reach the god's neck and strangle him. As his hand could go no further, he stabbed his sword right through his right hand and straight towards the god's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Bu...but how? You're only, a mere demon!" the god exclaimed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Krion made an evil grin and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"For every wrong doing God has done, I shall slay a god."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-111004099419725591?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/111004099419725591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=111004099419725591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111004099419725591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/111004099419725591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/03/dark-burial-part-one-night-of-devil.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-110994686900802804</id><published>2005-03-04T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T06:42:58.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Character development project. (No, no not "character" but characters in a story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all. Feeling so bored. So decided to write some stuff, or do something fun. My ps2 is with collin, so have to make do with writing weird stuff on my blog. Now as you all know, all stories start with characters. And aparently I don't do that for most of my stories. O_o' Thus as an experiment, I shall try to create characters from thin air. And thus trying to write a story about them. Anyways, went to visit my ps2 today. And I have to say, "Devi's may cry 3 is awesome!!!!!!!!" Simpliy one of the best game I've ever played. A game that actually allows you to run on walls! And the game play is awesome, *jumps off wall while shooting a bunch of undead monsters* And the weapons are like *waaah, I want that!* Not only that, it's actually hard! O_O' With bosses that are so very hard to defeat. Makes me misses my ps2 even more. *SoB* Arrhh, today also made one of the most stupidest desicions of my life. *Taking a bus home when I could have just walked.* Not only that, it took even longer then twice the time taken to walk. X_X' "Stupid Rein." Hah, trying not to regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters in development.&lt;br /&gt;Name: Krion Lockheart&lt;br /&gt;Age:18&lt;br /&gt;Race:Demon&lt;br /&gt;Weapon: Gunblades : Dual pistols that have infinte spirit bullets. With twin medium length blades attached to sides of the barrel.&lt;br /&gt;Equipment: Wears black jeans, and a white and black coat. Carries twin guns within his coat and four attachable sword blades meant to be used backwards. Rides a black motorcycle for transport.&lt;br /&gt;His&amp;herstory: A loner with a bad ass atitude, he had a really bad child hood and blames many things on god. On the night of devil may, he discovered the a terrible truth which had seem to have ripped his heart out. A god had desend on to earth, and in the rage of his suffering...he tried to kill him. In the process the god kept calling him a demon for some reason. And as it turned out he truly became a demon in his rage. Oddly and surprisingly, he actually killed the god and harnessed his power. Thus he had gained the name "GodSlayer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Short story on that part coming soon)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-110994686900802804?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/110994686900802804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=110994686900802804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/110994686900802804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/110994686900802804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/03/character-development-project.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-110938484274906371</id><published>2005-02-25T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T18:27:22.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you blame me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Exams are over! Now I have nothing to do! YAY! diaoz &gt;_&lt; ! Well, fiqulty asked me to try to write something more relate to our real life. Perhaps nothing to do with fantasy? Well, I tried and...it is more related to our lives but with a touch of fantasy. [Hmmm...maybe the touch ain't as small as I thought]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;____________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A storm was brewing, soon its cold showers shall quenched the thirst of our dry land. It hadn't rain for a while, some of us had even forgotten there was such a thing called rain. Why was today so special? We have no idea as well. Could it be the change of our vice-principle or could it be the weird voice in my head, which keeps saying "The darkness has chosen you, my young apparatus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just like any school year, though this year my previous class had been separated. However we still meet very often on the stairway of block D. They said that sec three life was going to be one of our most up and downs year. And they weren't kidding, we had gotten one of our worst math results ever, with the exception of a few that is. Even a slacker. Some had even failed all their exams, and ended up crying pitifully. Naturally anyone would have gone and comfort her, but when a guy gives a tissue to her…do we see lovebirds in sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Since we are already on this road, why not go all the way? And if you understand your concepts and know where your mistake lies, there's nothing holding you back from acing your next test."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would seem that after the exams we would be carefree, but to us busy students…there's always the matter of CCA. Oh, and if your thinking that this is just like your other schools…I'm proud to say "It ain't" You would be surprised how many weird things have been happening, and it seems that different CCAs are starting to get into fights more often. Maybe your thinking now that so what? It's understandable when people get competitive in their CCA, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but you would be in denier of how wrong you were. When music can summon mystical, spiritual creatures beyond your understanding of reality. And the Guns that the Air rifle club uses, never runs out of bullets. Not only that, everyone seems to be able to do things physically impossible. You must be thinking now that this can't be true. Though I have to say myself, I can’t believe it either…not only that, once we step out of the school, everything returns to normal. Could these changes be because of our new vice-principle? Or the cause of this annoying voice in my head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Regardless of everything, let me just say, "Welcome to the school of dawn."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-110938484274906371?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/110938484274906371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=110938484274906371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/110938484274906371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/110938484274906371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/02/can-you-blame-me-well-fiqulty-asked-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-110856142627285795</id><published>2005-02-16T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T05:43:46.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, hello everyone. Exams are next week and here I am blogging. O_o' [Counting death] Anyways today mi and Dw went to Visual Basic first lesson. And I have to say, Singapore Polytechnic got alot of Chio bu[s]!  Hah, anyways. Mrs Ang gave us lots of math homework and I'm now too tired to do them. Or in other words, "Just too lazy!" Not only that, I went to re-wrote Numb for social studies! Hahahaha, made it so dumb. I'm just stuborn sometimes. Can go re-write songs but can't do maths homework. I should have just went to take Lit sia. Anyways just so everyone knows, the song 'Numb' is from Linkin park. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numb/ Merger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything started, and began so happily.&lt;br /&gt;With fire works,&lt;br /&gt;And cheers of hope.&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t knew what to expect from this.&lt;br /&gt;But we still put our,&lt;br /&gt; trust and faith in you.&lt;br /&gt;As the treaty was signed, we merged together with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;the merger was not to be.&lt;br /&gt;As riots broke out,&lt;br /&gt;Because of you.&lt;br /&gt;So much more aware,&lt;br /&gt;We weren’t to be.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons so many.&lt;br /&gt;Surfaced beyond you.&lt;br /&gt;We knew what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see how badly,&lt;br /&gt;You were pushing us&lt;br /&gt;To far, till we broke.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you keep raising the taxes,&lt;br /&gt;And refused to built a common market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you promised, you just inorged.&lt;br /&gt;[Caught in the emotions, just caught in the emotions.]&lt;br /&gt;And every second we waste, was more then we could take.&lt;br /&gt;[Caught in the fury, just caught in the fury.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merger was just a lie.&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t stand,&lt;br /&gt;Being with you.&lt;br /&gt;So much more aware,&lt;br /&gt;We weren’t to be.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons so many.&lt;br /&gt;Surfaced beyond you.&lt;br /&gt;We knew what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know,&lt;br /&gt;That we may end up falling too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we knew,&lt;br /&gt;That all you promised.&lt;br /&gt;Was too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The,&lt;br /&gt;Merger was just a lie.&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t stand,&lt;br /&gt;Being with you.&lt;br /&gt;So much more aware,&lt;br /&gt;We weren’t to be.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons so many.&lt;br /&gt;Surfaced beyond you.&lt;br /&gt;We knew what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The,&lt;br /&gt;Merger was just a lie.&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t stand&lt;br /&gt;[The merger wasn’t meant to be.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The,&lt;br /&gt;Merger was just a lie.&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t stand&lt;br /&gt;[Everything ended, and we were now alone.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Good right? Hahaha! &gt;_&lt; , X_x' , O_O'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-110856142627285795?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/110856142627285795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002339&amp;postID=110856142627285795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/110856142627285795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002339/posts/default/110856142627285795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/2005/02/haha-hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13102270640841536434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002339.post-110802549587795540</id><published>2005-02-10T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T00:51:35.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, everything's going on fine. Just had the sudden urge to relate back to myself. So...I can rightfully say this is my blog, my skin. I at first just wanted to change some links but ended up having this. Anyways I'm proably going to leave bloging for a while. So this black and white suits my leave. Farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002339-110802549587795540?l=cb01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cb01.blogspot.com/feeds/110802549587795540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?b
