Hawk

   Flying high in the sky,

He shall lead the way to truth,

   Taka will lead the way.

Old random sentences I use for ideas.

  My very important teammate was captured in a mission (Sewerfort, The Flock) two days ago.

  But Zeta wasn't thinking about the Tokokyohi's bases. He was wondering how the flock found the sewer fort, how they beat him, why they came then, where was he now. Was it day or night, what day it was, were they coming back to torture him more?

  A night-black dragon with a red arrow on its forehead burst onto the dark terrain of the castle on the last moon of the year, turning over tables on the nights dinner, broke through wood and metal doors, and ate ten men who happen to cross its deadly path.

  Keep extra weapons on hand because Alice says we'll need it because where we're going on the mission. Thinking: Wow, this must be a big one.

  Running to our fort through the hole in Papa's fence was a thrill every time. After the fence was a world of wonder: the pecking and pecking of the many woodpeckers; the growls of our dog barking at squirrels; the crunching of leaves under our feet; and the whisper of the wind moving the trees.

  They both saw the many bodies, dead and alive and attacking and becoming stronger in numbers again. but before they could leave, a zombie was charging them.
                There was a clunk.
                           And there was a moan.
                                      The two continued.

  I saw her at the ball. Sweet too, and tall. Said she worked at a Candy shop, but I couldn't remember which one. Sooki. That's all. Skinny jeans and a cherry scent. Sooki. That's what she told me.

  Through a large dark broken door the June day is depressive and scary, the flowers dead. Ash from the chimney flows out of the house onto the grey ground.
                      The world is a ghost.
 
  It ends as everything, as the world. A bright darkness is covering all of us. Light and dark. My mind is blank. My mind is empty. I am gone. Others are there. Others are found. Others safety. My mind revolts for the sanity which is no longer there.

  These falcons were strange, and much lighter than the many from the mountains and they were guiding him. Misguiding him.
 

a d

    As I glanced out my window, I saw you. You were running in the rain. Our rain. We would joke that when it rained in the desert, it would be warm. We were right. So you ran, in the warm rain of our Winter. Your soaking shirt stuck to your body, your hair to your face. Your eyes shined blue in the grey sky. I will never forget those eyes. What they said, what they expressed. The rage, joy, sorrow, all of it. A tear went down my face as I took my final step. Of course you'd glance over when I do this, seeing my body fall. You yelled, and ran to my door. So pointless I thought.
                                                      "Why would you run to help me now,
                                                       but not when I needed you the most?"

Justin's End (End of chapter, beginning of another)

Okay, first of all, the story line is these devices that are numbered in roman numerals. People wish to steal them for power, but in order to use these you must have a key. These keys are rare. They can lead you to the devices as well. But you have no idea what device. Second, this takes place in a time of war in another dimension.

  Chris kept slashing, his bronze swords glittering red from where I had missed blocking. My dark hair stuck to my face in sweat, as did his.
  He paused, "This can all end Justin, all you have to do is give me number XIII and your key."
  I sighed, then looked up at the familiar face of the man I've fought with since the disaster in my land. I could remember my mother's last words... a chill went down my spine. I snapped back to reality when a fire combusted at my boots; even through the leather I could feel the heat. I stepped back, and tripped.
  Chris frowned, "Look Justin, I don't want to be against you, but you continue to fight for a lost cause. I know you don't wish to give up, but... please. Just end this."
  I grimmest, "Lost cause, huh? Just months ago your agreed with me, we had to stop the wars between these three tyrants."
  He looked down a bit, then laughed a bit. I cocked an eyebrow.
  He looked up, "I just remembered how we met."
  With that he lunged at me, he was wearing number II, and his swords caught flame. I jumped back, then did a quick 'summon,' a wolf made of pure sound molecules that moved so fast it could been seen in detail. It leaped on him, pinning him down. I walked forward, but to my surprise, I fell.
  "I own numbers X and XI as well, Justin."
  I looked at the fresh wound, pouring red rain from itself.
  I looked up at him, and smiled, "I remembered too."

-

  Justin fell to the ground. I collapsed, from my fear, lack of energy, and sorrow. I cried, I, Chris Diebold, cried. I had just killed a fifteen year old, a fifteen year old who was my best friend. No, not my best friend. The person I would worry when he was late to get to a rendezvous, the person I would trust with my life, and the person I would protect no matter what. And he's gone, because of me.


-


Justin gasped; blood pouring from his lips. He looked up to Chris, the older teen's eyes wide at what he had just done. The sword, a deadly weapon, was sheathed within the body of the younger boy. Chris let go of his weapon; stepping back in shock. Their eyes watered, in sorrow and anger that they wouldn't be able to continue on in their journey together; even as foes. Justin fell to the ground, the pool of blood around him showed the reflection of the demon within him, screaming and reathing. Its eyes were bright blue, its hair pitch black, skin pale. Suddenly it was gone, and the younger boy was silent, non moving. Chris dropped to his knees, picking up the being he loved, and had killed. He clung to his lovers body in dread and remorse.
  "All for one," Chris stammered, "One of fifteen..."
  With that he kissed his lover's dead lips, removed the key necklace on his belt loop, and took number XIII, the leather bracelet of sound and sonics.

Profiles: Eric Fujioka Unfinsihed

Name: Eric Fujioka A.K.A Mad Hatter/ Hatter
Nickname:
Age: 16
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 125 Lbs.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Social Status: Higher Class
Relationship Status: Single
Specialty: Technology, Science, Math
Looks: Olive tan, with tone body. Naturally black hair that's short, about a four for clippers. Has hazel/grey eyes. Eyebrows 'frame' eyes well.
Appearance: Wears unisex shirts that have Gir on them, usually has a hoodie of random colour on top. The hoddie's zipper is left unzipped. Wears ball caps with Monster or Vans on them. Wears either skinny or straight jeans, mostly black and shades of grey. Owns pairs of Vans and DC sneakers.
Likes: His father (Arthur Fujioka), being an only child, some chick in his class, couple dudes he works with, a member of the Raiu, working on Tokokyohi projects.
Dislikes: Being sick, school, his mom,

Dreams, how I love them.

So, I just had another dream of the Tokokyohi story, I think I'll be writing soon, if I can get a little bit better. Yay! There was this dude, about sixteen, SO FUCKING CUTE, nice olive tan, dark hair, he was shorter then me (Zeta is seventeen) and he was the designer and techie for us, like a mix of Zeta and Apollo. His name is Eric, but he always goes by Mr. the his last name, but I always forget it when I wake up, hopefully I remember. Then there was a eighteen year old, who had spunk, she could wield any weapon, and had pale skin, looked Asian, and had dark black hair that she put in a bun almost, but it wasn't a bun in the back, it was spiked out every where but flat in the back. Finally, there were two girls, both seventeen, blond, one was a dirty blonde, the other naturally bright blonde, the dirty blonde was the mechanic kind of person, the bright blonde a 'sage' kind of person, they studied languages, ancient everything like religions, civilizations, dress, EVERYTHING, and she was the mythological and cryptologist for our group. Eric has a rich father who supports the group, and is the only adult who knows and supports the Tokokyhoi with more then words, he supplies money, materials, and even a expensive weapon or car.

School dance (Wrote LONG time ago, edited a LOT.)

School Dance

        It was my first day at school. I got out of the doughnut shop and began to walk home. I thought about what had happened today . . .

        It was 8:30 a.m., I had walked a little faster than planned. I was left standing outside the school gate. I looked behind me as a H2 came into view. A group of kids were dropped off, my heart skipped a beat. One of the kids looked my age, short light brown hair, brown eyes, cute nose, I turned away quickly. The two oldest walked over near me to wait to get inside, the younger ones were planning rock paper scissors, they seemed to be having fun, giggling. I smiled some, and looked at the ground. I heard a cough, then heard a silence, now this silence wasn’t any silence, but the silence of people staring at me, but not knowing what to say. Well, what can I say, I’m a 4’ 10” tall, wearing black skinny jeans, with a black shirt with Gir on it, saying “Deal with it.” My hair is naturally very dark, and looks almost black, my eyes are grey, but they couldn’t see do to me beanie hat that had the words Grumpy on its side. I looked up, “Um, hi. I’m L-.” They stared a second longer then responded at once. It sounded jumbled. “Um . . .” They stopped, “T-,” the boy I saw get out first said. He was a little taller than me. “A-,” the other said, he had died yellow/orange hair, semi tan skin, with brown eyes. He was taller than T- and me. The janitor opened the school gates and let us all in, I went to my class, only to find out I had T- in my class as well.

We were assigned seats, so I ended up in the back. T- was in the middle area. I looked around, I needed to find a group to be in, and I was lonely already. After third period it was lunch, I scanned the tables. Only two areas stood out to me, where A- and T- were, and where a girl I sit next to in science was. I sat next to the girl, C- if I remember right. Her whole group went silent, and stared at me. I just pulled out my lunch and began eating, the others dismissed me and began talking and eating again. No one acknowledged me till a tall boy asked me my name. “L-,” I responded in a tired tone. “So, why’d you come here?” He continued to ask me questions throughout the rest of lunch.

Finally, it was break; I escaped from the taller boy to find a quiet spot to write in. I saw a tree near the end of the field, and walked over to it, sat, and began to scribble. I had already finished a whole page when I began hearing footsteps coming towards me. I glanced up to see a group of boys in front of me, A- included. “Hm . . .?” “You’re in our spot, Shorty,” one stated in a cold tone. “So?” I ignored the petty insult. “Get out of it,” A- said.

        “I’d rather not, it’s a quite nice place write in.” I just stared at him blankly, unemotional. “Get out or else,” now his tone was strict, harsh, and dangerous. I scoffed, “Or else what?” A- threw a punch to my face, I leaned to the right, rolling over with a push of my legs, and got on my feet. I stood motionless. A- threw another unbalanced punch at me, this time, I caught it, and to his surprise in the same motion, using his body weight against him, I flipped him over. His buddies watched in awe of what just happened. “Shorty huh?” One laughed at the boy who insulted me. A- was up now, holding his shoulder, when here comes T-, running up. He burst out laughing as he saw A-, “I-“ he laughed, “I saw what happened as I was walking over here!” He began to laugh some more. I smirked, and walked away, I could feel A-’s glare in the back of my head, but he didn’t move.

        I was walking back to find my next class when I saw C- and the tall boy with the others from lunch. I thought for a moment on what to say to them, after all, I wanted to hang out with them, at least till I found other friends, and they were nice to me, so I planned a great speech of how since I hardly knew it here and had no friends they could be my heroes and save me in my distress.  I walked up to them, “U-um . . . hey, I- I was wondering, c-could I- um . . . Could I hang out with you guys for a while . . .” I trailed off. There goes my speech I thought.

My bday!

Yeah, so its my b-day! Yesterday I graduated middle school, and now I'm 14! Also, I kind of wished I told the REAL Taka I liked him, cause he's a grade younger then me. I should have!!! I wish I did, but I think he already knows, and just doesn't care if I do or don't. Oh well . . . Any way, I got a pet hamster. Its a dwarf Campbell hamster, female. Her name is Akira. I love her so MUCH! And, I'm getting extensions for her cage today! Dwarf hamsters LOVE all the tubes and cages.

Profiles

Name: Zen Zatsune
Age: 14
Height: 5'
Weight: 100 lbs
Hobby(ies): Woodworking, origami, drawing, writing, sing, and other arts.
Favorite color(s): Black, red, dark grey.
Favorite food(s): Top ramen, extra cheese pizza (New York style), and candy.
Favorite phrase(s): "Does it look like I care? I thought not." "Fuck you." "Sounds fun~" and "Wanna play~?"
Favorite animal(s): Raven, Gyr Falcon, Emperor Penguin, White Tigers, Hamsters, and Albino animals.
Appearance: Black hair, blue/grey eyes. Has a farmers tan, and keeps in shape some. Wears a black or grey T-shirt with black or blue jeans, has a black hoodie. Usually seen with his Mp3 and headphones/earbuds on(in).
Likes: To explore new places, have fun, and be with cute guys.
Dis-likes: Being called young or short, being embarrassed, and forgetting to charge his mp3.
Carries: A black backpack:

• Has all clothes in it
• Has all food he brings in it
• Has all entertainment in it
• Has everything else he needs in it.

Relationship status: Single, but looking for a someone.
Job: Being a runaway.

Profiles.

Taka, The Hawk/ T- Alteneder

Age: 17

Looks: Short brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, always tan.

Wears: Usually blue or green shirts, with skinny jeans, and vans.

Likes; Some candies, meat, sports, video games, Z

Dislikes: Some of his teammates, jerks to Z, most emos, most anti-socails.

Most noticeable feature: His face, something about it makes you notice it, also his voice, its always bursting with happiness and adventure.

Least noticeable feature: His height.

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 120 lbs.

Profiles.

Zeta Draco

Age:17

Looks: Short black hair, pale skin in winter, nice tan in summer. Bight blue eyes.

Wears: Usually black, grey, or red shirts, with studded belt and studded bracelets. Has a decepticon belt buckle and black converse with zippers down the sides. Long black jeans.

Likes: Sugar, T-, Pizza, Ramen, Music, Arts of all kinds, Writing, The full moon, and Darkness.

Dislikes: Sugar-free stuff, Meat, Sleeping, Fighting, Assholes, People, Public events, Hs father, and A- (Flock leader.)

Most noticeable feature: His eyes, they penetrate other's masks, real or not.

Least noticeable feature: His smile and laugh, both 'cute' as others say, and nice things he hates despite himself.


Height: 5'8"

Weight:110 lbs.

Redone versionof Dinner Date.

I reread Dinner Date and saw ALL the errors in the grammar and spieling and that crap, so I redid it:

         "So how's it going with Tokokyohi?" Tyler asked.
        "Good a little rough, but overall, great I guess." I responded.
         "That's nice, now how about we enjoy our dinner?" Tyler began nomming on his steak. I twirled my fork in my pasta.
        "You ok, Hun?"
         "Yeah . . . I'm just a little unsettled . . ."
        "About wha-" Tyler was interrupted.
        A group of teens walked into the restaurant. "We want Tyler A." A boy with an eagle on his mask said.
        "Iguru!? What are you doing here?" Tyler was shocked by the sudden outburst.
        "Well, we're about to attack a T fort. Help us with the att-" Iguru noticed me.
        I was stunned by Iguru's words. "Tyler . . . WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!?"
        "I was going to tell you after dinner . . ."
        "After! I'm guessing since they needed you, your part of this!"
        "N-no, I'm-" I wouldn't listen to him.
        " I. Don't. Care. What. You. Say. You, double crossing, ex-boyfriend."
        "E-ex?"
        "You heard me, ex. We're through." I grabbed my world war II army knapsack and left. Leaving Tyler and Iguru shocked by what I had said.
        Tyler turned around, facing Iguru. "This is your fault!" He continued ranting at Iguru. He never let them leave the restaurant so the Tokokyohi fort was saved . . . for awhile.

Editing for Sooki

I walked into the ally, I was back on earth. I held my cell phone in my hand, I had a text from Rex.


I waited in the freezing cold, I could even see my breath. I shoved my hands in my pockets and waited.


"Sooki." Someone called my name. I turned around looking to see my boyfriend, but instead I saw Joey, he had Rex's cell phone in his hands.


"J-Joey, what are you doing here?" I whispered.


"I texted you telling you to meet me here, there something I didn't get to finish a few years ago."


He walked up to me and shoved me into the brick wall behind us. I lost all the breath I had in me.


He pulled out a pocket knife and put it to my throat. I kicked him in the stomach and tried to run away, but he was able to grab the hood of my jacket and he threw me to the ground, I hit my head on the concrete, I could feel blood start to drip slowly from my head. Everything got fuzzy and foggy. He pulled at my shirt and cut it open. He pulled a sharpie from his back pocket and started making lines across my waist and chest.


"W-what are those lines for?" I mumbled in fear.


"To mark where I have to cut you. And this last one," He made a mark between my breasts." Will be where I cut out your heart, and I take it, because it will always belong to me, like you promised."


He took the knife to my waist and cut across the line, I groaned in pain, I couldn't take it. I took a deep breath. I could feel the blood drip from my stomach.


"Joey," I mumbled "Please just kill me first, if you have any compassion at all."


He looked at me and sighed "Fine." He put the knife to my throat and pressed it to my skin. I could feel the blade cut threw my vocal cord. The last thing I thought of was Rex. I could see everything, when I met him, the anger in his eyes when Meiko said I would be great with Miku in the Dark Wood Circus, his warmth when we slept in the cave together, our first kiss, when I told him I loved him, when he asked me to marry him. Even the day he let me sleep in his bed with him. I whispered slightly "I love you Rex." Everything went black.


I awoke to find myself in a black room, white mist everywhere.


"Sooki Tice Katastrophe." A cute voice said. I turned around to see a man in a black coat standing behind me.


"Who are you?"


"I am one of many grim reapers, and I am here to offer you a choice, either you can die and go to heaven, or you could become a grim reaper like me, never die, harvest the souls of the living, and in return you may live back on earth, or where ever you want."


I looked at him. "Well I'll take that then."


He grinned. "Come with me then dear."


-------------------BACK ON EARTH-------------------


The undertaker sewed Sooki's body up, Joey did a darn good job on her. He slowly dressed her in the white gown she was meant to wear, and he applied the makeup onto her face, he had known Sooki since she was born, so this was hard for him to do. He put her in the casket and sent her to the funeral.


People from all around sat in the chairs, cried in tissues, and kisses Sooki goodbye.


The person this was hardest on was Rex, though he showed no emotion, his normally, blue/gray eyes were hazel, meaning he was sad. His beloved fiancé, was dead. They'd been together so long, and he hadn't gotten the chance to say goodbye.


As soon as the funeral began, there was a strange sound.


It started out as a humming, all the people in tears looked up from there handkerchiefs and stared in awe at the glowing that came from Sooki's casket. Her brother Roku stood and walked to the death bed. He looked in and gasped. He reached his hand into the casket and lifted someone up. She stood. She was un-humanly thin and pale. She had thick purple rings under her eyes. Her white dress exposed where her wings had been torn from her back. Her beloved rose as well. He slowly walked towards the girl and held her in his arms. "Sooki, your back." She smiled and whispered back. "Yes, I am."


The people cheered and cried tears of joy as the girl walked to her family and said hello again.


----------SOOKI'S POINT OF VIEW-------


I looked at my arms, so white, so thin. I didn't feel like me.


That's it, I had to start a new beginning. I walked to the bathroom and pulled a pair of scissors from the cabinet. I grabbed a long lock of my hair and cut, I did this over and over, until there was a new me. Short and choppy, my hair went to my shoulders and there was a little flip.


I needed revenge. Joey didn't deserve to live. I walked to the bed. There was a box that younger reaper had given to me. I never even bothered to look at what was inside it. Inside was a small necklace with a small reaper scythe pendent on it. The note told me that the pendent was my scythe, all I needed to do was take it off the chain, and then it would grow larger.


I put red lipstick on as well as a pair of sunglasses and walked to Joey's home.


His parent's car was gone, but his was there. I pulled the scythe off the chain and it grew into a full size scythe. Being a reaper meant I was strong, strong enough to kick a door down, so I did.


I walked through the halls, there was still a dent from where he banged my head into the wall.


I opened his bedroom door. The light in the room was off, and he was asleep.


I poked him and he awoke startled.


"S-SOOKI?!" he screamed in fear.


"Yes sir. . . I'm back, and don't ask how it is possible, you find out soon."


I pulled him from the bed and threw him to the ground.


"Joey Markus Melerna. . . I'm Sooki, a grim reaper, and I believe, your time. . . is up." I raised the scythe. I trusted it down and his body turned to dust.


Suddenly millions of film strips flew from where his body was.


They had moments of his life on them. Most of them showed him with me and him in the thoughts. He loved me, he truly did, but I didn't let it bother me.


I walked out of his house and back to the hotel I was staying at, packed my stuff, and went home to No Where.


Rex awaited my return. As soon as I saw him I dropped my bags and ran into his arms. I pressed my lips to his. It was too long since I had done that. I pulled back and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him inside. We walked into our room. I pushed him onto the bed, and climbed on top of him. I slowly pulled his shirt over his head. I could feel him smile. My hands had a mind of their own, I guess because they ran them self's over his chest and down to his belt. They hooked them self into his belt loops. He wrapped him arms around my waist and pulled me down on top of him more. I could feel every part of his body pressing against mine. . . I could feel his hands undoing my belt. . . and everything is history. . . For now.




Edit for Sooki

A- T- continued.

A- T-

        It was dark out. My ears twitched as my blue and red eyes surveyed the village. So peaceful I thought . . . I leaped up and looked in the air. A energy ring in my left hand, as blue as this sides innocent eye. It had the mark of zeta in it. Another ring appeared, red. It had a pentagram in it as it's symbol. They faded away and I landed in a tree. No one saw me leave . . . but they would all view my return.

        I began to run away from the place I once called home. Branches hit my face, but I ignore the pain. I just kept running till I fell over on my back, and panted. "Lota' runnin' you just did der'." I glanced up. It was an old man, with a cane. We walked over to me till his eyes were in sync with my own. His eyes were acid green. My only friend used to say that the eyes are the gate way to some ones soul. "What's yer' name Sonni'?" I thought for a moment, then answered. "A-, A- T-." "That's a nice name yer' got der'. Mine's Olde Jones." The man seemed nice, and I sat up. He sat down next to me. "So why you runnin' 'way like that?" Even though he seemed nice, he accent got the best of him, it was annoying. I cursed myself in my mind for being so rude to someone I hardly knew, and better yet, he was being kind to me. "'Ello? You alive in der' Sonni'?" "Oh! So sorry . . . I was thinking about it. I guess I'm just sick of every one acting like they want me dead . . ." Olde Jones looked at me for a long time, then got up and began to walk away. "Oh, uh . . ." "Come with me Sonni', I'll make you some tea."

I walked with him in the dense forest. I didn't know where we were going, but, even though I hardly knew him, I trusted him. This scared me. "So, um, where's your house?" He looked at me and smiled. This freaked me out, and he began laughing. My blue eyes flashed red, and he pounced on me, he was stronger than I thought he would be. I tried to push him off me, but it didn't work. "Why so worried, Sonni'?" The fuck! His voice is different, and menacing. He grinned evilly as he licked his lips. His shape changed and he was my age, his eyes the same. He pinned me down. "Fuck . . ." I mumbled, as I saw him raise his head. He threw it down at a insane rate, I saw his shadow smile with a golden grin, and it became dark.

A- T-

I began to run away from the place I once called home. Branches hit my face, but I ignore the pain. I just kept running till I fell over on my back, and panted. "Lota' runnin' you just did der'." I glanced up. It was an old man, with a cane. We walked over to me till his eyes were in sync with my own. His eyes were acid green. My only friend used to say that the eyes are the gate way to some ones soul. "What's yer' name Sonni'?" I thought for a moment, then answered. "A- , A-  T-." "That's a nice name yer' got der'. Mine's Olde Jones." The man seemed nice, and I sat up. He sat down next to me. "So why you runnin' 'way like that?" Even though he seemed nice, he accent got the best of him, it was annoying. I cursed myself in my mind for being so rude to some one I hardly knew, and better yet, he was being kind to me. "'Ello? You alive in der' Sonni'?" "Oh! So sorry . . . I was thinking about it. I guess I'm just sick of every one acting like they want me dead . . ." Olde Jones looked at me for a long time, then got up and began to walk away. "Oh, uh . . ." "Come with me Sonni', I'll make you some tea."