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Claire smiled weakly. 'Why did we get them involved in the first place?' she thought miserably. And then she remembered. SHE was the one who wanted them to come with her and her sister. 'Ugh. I should've listen to Catrina...' "Thanks," she answered measly, trying her best to look genuinely happy and somewhat succeeding.

^ yes xD
< is willing to censor, yet say, one of said words
V agrees that he's a BI**H?

SHUNFUL HORRIBLENESS!!!! did u read the guide to n00bs? its absolutely HILARIOUS.

"So what are we doing here?" Hikari asked, trying, yet failing, to ease the awkwardness brought on by the current conversation. "Carving?"
Tomatsu shook his head with a grin. "Nah. I wish we could waste time like that, but we have to head to the United States right away. Miami, Florida, to be exact."
Hikari shied away from his words as if they were a poisonous snake. "Why?" she asked, trying to mask the pain that the memories of the great U.S. brought on.
Tomatsu stared at her for a second, sizing her up. Obviously, he thought that her reaction was out of character, and wanted to get to the bottom of it. "What do you mean 'why'? What's so bad about the U.S.?"
Hikari glanced away from him and tried to rub the goosebumps off her arms. "There's just...a lot of memories there."
Tomatsu thought about pressing the matter farther, but decided against it. Instead, he took her hand, guiding her into the middle of a circle sprawled on the ground. Releasing her hand, he patted her arm like how a parent would comfort a crying child. "Just stay here. I'll be right back."
Hikari frowned but stayed put, her panic rising as she explored more and more drawings, more and more depictions of death and blood. 'Really...who DREW this? This is like...like...some sort of satanic ritual.'
Tomatsu reappeared with a middle-aged man with a wicked grin. "Here. This is Galrick. He'll be helping us get back to the U.S."

Laurel glanced back at her, momentarily looking away from her guarding job. "Where did you have in mind?"

Laurel, even though she didn't want to leave her sister possibly unprotected, had to agree. It was getting late, and the setting sun only proved this fact. "You're right," she sighed, standing from her squatting position. "We should find a place to call headquarters."

Hikari rolled her eyes. "Do I need to?"
The boy pursed his lips, debating something for a second before he set her down on the slippery stone. "Guess not." He paused for a moment before he stuck out his hand. "Name's Tomatsu."
Hikari stared at his hand as if there were something foreign about it. But, then again, there WAS. In the middle of the back of his left hand was a bird, its wings spread in flight, a sword clasped in its beak. "They're old hieroglyphics." Somehow, she doubted that. She'd spent enough time in art shows and historical monuments to know what hieroglyphics looked like. And these markings weren't hieroglyphics. "Hikari," she answered, shaking his hand.
Tomatsu smiled, one side of his mouth curving farther upward than the other. "I know."

The boy led Hikari into the cave while she tried to ignore the insistent dripping of water from all around her. 'Good grief. I need to teach this kid how to choose a cave...' As they neared the center, she began to notice carvings in the stone. "What are those?" she asked, pointing to the engraved pictures and only vaguely remembering that she was still in his arms.
The boy glanced up, tightening his grip around her when the terrain suddenly became slippery. "They're old hieroglyphics," he answered, navigating through the strange walkways as if they were his old childhood home.
"But what do they say?" Hikari asked, her interest being peaked.
"A lot of things," the boy answered, his lips hanging slightly open as he breathed in little pants.
Hikari thought about saying something else then settled for keeping silent.
After awhile, the boy finally asked, "You don't talk much, do you?"

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Name: Tamotsu Onamori
Age: 18
Gender: Male (thank goodness...)
Appearance: Asian - black hair, tanned skin, you know...the usual. Shaggy hair that spikes at the tips. Dark brown eyes.
Background: Was commissioned by someone to get Hikari back to the US..? Has always been key when it came to keeping global peace between all Paranormals. His parents died when he was just a child but were able to take care of him through use of his power.
Power: necromancer...raises ppl from dead. (limits: only one at a time, once a day or threatened with death, can make deals with death...though the price is his life)
Personality: nice and caring. He doesnt appear that way...mostly stoic at first. But nice once you get to know him. Can persuade ppl easily...

Laurel glanced sideways at Lorelei. "Why? Do you have a better idea?"

Hikari whipped around to see a young boy, dressed like herself but in a boy style: a long dark trench coat, black leather gloves, glasses that were obviously custom-made. "What about her?" she asked warily, because she'd never before seen this boy in her life.
He tilted his head down, bowing to her: an action that genuinely surprised Hikari. "I was just looking for her." He smiled at Hikari, a brilliant smile that showed flawless dental care.
Hikari looked over the boy then glanced away so he couldn't see her eyes that lied. "Well...you have the wrong girl."
The boy shook his head, and then answered, "Iie. Boku ga tadashii."
Hikari stumbled backwards, catching herself on the metal banister of the stairs, but not before the boy was only inches away from her, his movements graceful like a cat's.
"Watashi..." she started to answer, but not before he had her slung into his arms, bounding down the steps at a speed that Hikari would describe as "extremely dangerous".
"Don't worry," he soothed, although his voice wasn't very soothing to Hikari. "I'm just taking you back to where you belong...to where we BOTH belong."
Hikari started to ask where "they belonged", but stopped when they came to the mouth of a very conspicuous cave. "Nice job picking a cave," she stated sarcastically, a laugh on the tip of her tongue. But when he shot her a sidelong glance of disappointment, she bit her lip.
"It took me an entire month to find one."
Hikari closed her eyes. 'Oh boy...'

Laurel's frown lines deepened. "Well...I guess we'll have to trust they make it out."

Laurel frowned. "But...what if they get hurt? What if they torture them or something?" Laurel choked on her last words, because the thought of Shana screaming as she was poked and prodded terrified her.

Hikari bounded up the cobblestone steps, gazing at the cherry blossoms that lined the walkway. This was her favorite place, next to her childhood home in America of course. There she could see all the beautiful paintings by other artists, scenes that could come to life at her fingertips. 'Another day of seeing the colors of-'
"Hikari? Hikari Yamamoto?"

Laurel looked at her, astonished. "And leave our sisters? Are you crazy?"

Galrick signed back, 'The hell you aren't.' He entered her mind, forcing her limbs to move to his commands. "Shana. You better keep up."
Shana thought for a second, then followed Victoria's example. 'He can't control the both of us.' "No."
Galrick turned, an eyebrow raised, while Victoria was forced on ahead. "If you think that you can defy me, you have another thing coming."
Shana remembered what Laurel had told her. "Never turn your back on your friends. Or they'll turn their backs on you." "Me and her can't go."
Galrick narrowed his eyes, splitting his energy between the two girls. 'I can't keep this up for long, but I can at least get them both in the car.' "Move," he commanded as Shana fell in step behind him.

"Doko wa omai ka?"
Hikari took a look back at her foster mom. "To the store," she answered, something flashing in her eyes that told someone she was lying. She couldn't help it - and she did TRY - but something was always there, as readable as a book with no cover.
Hikari's "mom" sighed. "I told you that you should learn the language of the country you live in, Hikari. Really, girl, you shouldn't be so rebellious all the time."
Hikari rolled her eyes. "I'm hardly rebellious. And besides, didn't it say to not confine your teenage foster daughter in that little book you have? What was it...How to Care for a Foster Teenager?"
Hikari's mother put a hand on her hip. "Now listen here, young lady. You will tell me where-"
"You want me to learn Japanese?" Hikari asked, anger in her voice. "Well here you go. Ja...ne!"
"Hikari!" her mother called after her, but she'd already started down the path towards town.

Galrick growled as Kalrik took a step back, allowing Victoria room to move.
"It won't ever be the way it was Galrick. You'll never go back to being who you once were. And I warned you. I told you what would happen. And you just...you just gave up on yourself. You gave up on Gabriel Grimes."
Something flickered in Galrick's eyes at the mention of his true name. Hatred? Anger? Sensitivity? Shana couldn't read his expression but she could tell by the way the air was strained around her that he was no where near happy.
"Don't ever say that name," he threatened, answering Victoria's question with 'We're leaving'. He snatched Victoria's hand and shot Shana a look that meant 'you better not try anything funny'.
Kalrik looked at his old student with unearthed regret. "Shana," he addressed, turning to his new pupil, one filled with promise. "I'll tell you the truth one day. But until we meet again...just follow your heart." And with one last glance of shame directed towards Galrick, he departed in a colorful show of lights.

Left in a show of light,
Your true colors shining bright,
Eyes filled with disappointment,
Something I wish I could mend,
Why did you leave here like that?
Couldn't you have given me a second glance?
Instead of just leaving here,
Without giving me another chance.

Oh, and this is Hikari's. she's my other person from asia =)

Name: Hikari
Age: 17 now
Gender: F
Appearance: typical asian. Long black hair. dark brown eyes. usually dresses punk-ish (think Nico style =D)
Background: used to live in US w/ parents. Was Laurel's best friend growing up. After her parents died, Laurel looked after all three of them before her own parents died from a fire caused by another Paranormal. After Laurel left her, she went to Japan and finished growing up there in a makeshift foster home. She will finally return to the US to save her old friend.
Power: Can make anything she draws come to life.
Personality: Nice, but also demanding. She expects people to preform because she herself does. is very artistic and pours out her feelings in her artwork.

Laurel snatched Lorelei's hand, dragging her into a nearby alley. She tried to strategize, but every time she tried, her mind kept popping back to what her friend had said before they left their old lives for good.
"You can't just fall off the grid, Laurel. It's not how it works."
"Hikari, don't worry. You don't have to keep in touch with me. I'll-I'll understand if we never speak to each other again." Laurel's face was solemn, broken, as if this was the hardest decision she'd ever made.
"I'm not suicidal, Laurel. And I hope you're not. Your family is gone. What will you do now? Where will you go? Do you have the answers to these questions?"
Laurel thought for a second before whispering in response, "No."
"That's what I thought. Now don't leave Laurel. Stay here, pretend it was just some freak fire that suddenly came out of nowhere."
"The police will want to investigate."
"But that doesn't mean they'll find anything!" Hikari cried, her voice cracking. Her velvet-black hair fell slightly before all three pins fell to the ground, their sparkling hearts causing light to dance on the trees. "Just stay...please."
"I'm sorry, Hikari. I don't want to put you in danger. I'll manage-"
"It's not a question of whether YOU will manage," Hikari interrupted, tears framing her young eyes. She was obviously no older than ten. "It's a question of how will I?"
Laurel's lips tightened. 'I can't take her with me...' "I'm sorry," she whispered, leaving her best friend alone at the edge of the forest.
Laurel clasped a hand to her forehead, willing the memories away. 'I will NOT think of that now.' But, even though she'd never admit it, she revisited that same memory every night, not because she wanted to but because her mind forced her to. She couldn't forget Hikari's eyes, that incredulous look that she gave her best friend. And, every time, she felt that bond break between them, the un-utterable wrong surfacing yet again. 'I broke her heart, and now I'm about to break Shana's too.'