Post by Roxas on Jun 26, 2012 18:37:33 GMT -5
"DAMMIT!"
Roxas had stepped on three drains lined near each other on the pavement. Now he had to spin 360 degrees counter-clockwise or suffer bad luck. Doing so he frowned at making a spectacle of himself, he was a bit of a fool and an eccentric though, so you could say that he was more annoyed at his failing of one of his own superstitions.
As he was spinning, something caught his eye, something on the other side of the street, a glimpse of red hair that made Roxas freeze and stare. A boy, about his age. Someone walked in his way, blocking his view, by the time they had moved, the boy had gone...
Fukushu. Shukaku. The Titans must clash. Koibito. Sentoki. They draw closer.
~~
Gaara stood with his arms crossed, his gourd getting him funny looks from the populace as he watches the blonde spin on the spot. He was overtaken by an instant hatred for him, like when he had bumped into him at the outskirts. He clenched his fist in anger and shook slightly, before Fukushu noticed him. Gaara paused, before his figure faded away like sand on a breeze.
The real Gaara stood on a rooftop as the sand from his clone flowed back into the gourd. He was scowling fiercely.
Fukushu is here! Let me crush him' I'll wash him away.. Under a tide... Of sand!"
Roxas had stepped on three drains lined near each other on the pavement. Now he had to spin 360 degrees counter-clockwise or suffer bad luck. Doing so he frowned at making a spectacle of himself, he was a bit of a fool and an eccentric though, so you could say that he was more annoyed at his failing of one of his own superstitions.
As he was spinning, something caught his eye, something on the other side of the street, a glimpse of red hair that made Roxas freeze and stare. A boy, about his age. Someone walked in his way, blocking his view, by the time they had moved, the boy had gone...
Fukushu. Shukaku. The Titans must clash. Koibito. Sentoki. They draw closer.
~~
Gaara stood with his arms crossed, his gourd getting him funny looks from the populace as he watches the blonde spin on the spot. He was overtaken by an instant hatred for him, like when he had bumped into him at the outskirts. He clenched his fist in anger and shook slightly, before Fukushu noticed him. Gaara paused, before his figure faded away like sand on a breeze.
The real Gaara stood on a rooftop as the sand from his clone flowed back into the gourd. He was scowling fiercely.
Fukushu is here! Let me crush him' I'll wash him away.. Under a tide... Of sand!"
