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[25 Jun 2005|03:54am]
OK, I owe everyone a REALLY BIG APOLOGY!

I did not mean to fall off the face of the earth from the RPs.

I've been really weird and moody since I came back from england. In all honesty, I kinda haven't even wanted to watch my anime which is really sad ;_;

I'm getting back into everything tho, it's just...I don't know. I've been kinda psycho, but oh well.

Anyways, I'm really sorry and I will run around and catch up tomorrow.

So uh...sorry again. ;_;

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"IC" ^_^ [19 Apr 2005|02:56pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]

How do you make a journal friends only?

I need to stop a certain stalker from reading it.

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Short and IC: ^_^() [17 Apr 2005|01:11pm]
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[24 Mar 2005|12:14pm]
Your first name of Sango has made you a sociable person who appreciates the beauties of nature and the refinements of life, and is moved by music and the arts. You are very idealistic and romantic within yourself and may have tried to express your beautiful thoughts through poetry or writing. Crudeness and vulgarity are very repulsive to you and you are very particular about little things. You suffer greatly with lack of confidence and self-consciousness. You crave affection and understanding, yet because you can be so easily and deeply hurt, you have learned to keep your true nature hidden; therefore people do not really know you. You always wonder if you are doing the right thing, desiring to express yourself but afraid to.


http://www.kabalarians.com/

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[26 Feb 2005|02:13pm]
I want to hit something. HARD.

THAT HENTAI NEEDS TO BE SHOT.

...

I don't even know his name, and I don't WANT TO KNOW. After Friday, I'll never have to speak to him again...

A nice nap made me feel better, but I'm still dreading the end of this week. And tryouts are tomorrow...I don't know how I'm going to make the team now, I could barely kick the punching bag for 15 minutes...

This sucks.

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OOC and OMG I used my full name! Gasp! *yoinked from Lilz and Skye* [09 Feb 2005|05:59pm]
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Why me? [07 Feb 2005|07:27pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]

THAT ASSHOLE!

I'm stuck going on a freaking date with him now.

Why can't he just leave me alone?!

Well, at least after this he's going to...if he's a man of his word. Which I DOUBT.

It's too late to transfer to another university, isn't it?

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The aftermath... [07 Feb 2005|04:44pm]
Sango sank to the floor, as Kirara peeked out from under the bed. The kitten curled up next to Sango, who pulled her knees into her chest and started crying.

"You're all I have left, Kirara...I don't care how much I have to put up with that asshole..." She reached for the cream-coloured feline and hugged her. "I won't let them take you away..."

She had already lost everyone else she loved...was it so wrong she wanted to keep the sole survivor so close at her side.

After a few moments, she wiped her tears furiously with the back of her hand. He had gotten so far under her skin already...

Kirara squirmed out of Sango's grasp and leapt onto the bed. Sango got to her feet, then grabbed her clothes and towel for the shower.

"I'll be back in a bit, Kirara...try to keep quiet." She sighed, clutching her stuff and leaving her room.

It was time to drown herself in water for a bit.

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Yay joint post! [07 Feb 2005|03:45pm]
The phone responded to her insult by ringing once more.

She blinked. 'He wouldn't...'


Riiiiing.

Growling, she stormed across the room and picked up the phone. Wait, no. He WANTS me to answer.

Riiiiiiing.

She threw the phone down on the bed this time.

Riiiiiing. And then it stopped.

Looking down at the phone, she felt a slight pang of...she wasn't sure what. It couldn't be guilt... but what if he was sincerely trying to apologize? Hah! A player like that?

And in response to her guilt, the phone rang again.

She blinked. He's not going to give up, is he? Reaching for the phone, she thought, well, neither am I...

Riiiiing.

Clicking it on, she snapped, "What?"

"Ah, good. Seemed like we had a faulty connection for a while. Can you hear me now?"

"Why won't you leave me alone?"

"You were in the middle of answering my question, and then we got disconnected. It would have been rude of me to leave our conversation like that."

"If you think that I'd ever go out on even a single date with someone like you.."
"Meow."

"Shit!" She whispered under her breath.

"Meow." Kirara purred loudly and licked her tail.


Silence on the other end.

"Kirara, shh!" Sango gritted through her teeth.

"I can assure you, I am an honorable man."

"I'll believe that when I see it." She grumbled. Kirara meowed again, and Sango threw her one of her toys.

Silence.

"..."

"Are you a fan of felines, Sango?"

'I know he heard it...please don't let him say anything...'
Her heart skipped a beat. "Why do you ask?"
'No...I can't let him take Kirara away...'


"Oh nothing. I was just about to pass your dorm building. I'm thinking of telling the RAs to do a check on something..."

Her eyes started watering beyond her control. Fortunately, he was over the phone and couldn't see it. 'Do I swallow my pride?' Kirara batted the mouse back and forth. "Are you blackmailing me?" She managed with a thick voice.

It was a stab in the dark. It could have been a toy or something. But from her change in tone, Miroku didn't doubt his assumptions. Lucky for him, she couldn't see the wide grin on his features. He was nowhere near the dorms. "Me? Blackmail? I'm insulted, Sango." A pause. "Perhaps..."

"..."
'Shit, he's got me right where he wants me...I panicked...' She was silent, unsure of what her next move should be.


The silence made it certain that he hit a soft spot. "It would be a tragedy to know that such a beautiful, athletic student such as yourself broke such a rule..."

"What...exactly...do you want from me?"

Miroku's grin could not have been wider. "Just one date. Give me a chance to make up for my inappropriate greeting to you today."

"If I say yes... you won't..." Looking back down at Kirara, she managed, "you won't let them know?"

"I'll make sure that no one finds out. I have my ways, Sango. Do not doubt the SGA president."

"... Just ONE date?"

"I will only hold you to one. I feel that one is all I need to make you profess your undying admiration to me and resume a relationship."

She coughed and turned red with anger. "Why you...!" Stopping herself, she sighed. "I-"

Miroku's voice deepened slightly, an oddly mischievous tone. "I will make you mine one day, Sango." Sounding like a stalker was entirely intentional.

"One date. I don't really have a choice on the matter, but I assure you that the only professing I'll do is how much I loathe you. What?? What did you just say?"

The tone returned to one of elatedness. "Hmmm? I didn't say anything." He laughed. "We must have a faulty connection again."

Her temper was out the window, and if it wasn't for the fact the toy mouse hit her foot, she would have said a few things that would have certinly called off the deal.

"How does this Friday sound?"

Tomorrow was the tae kwon do tryouts...as long as it didn't interfere with that. At least it wasn't a week. Two days of dread was better than seven. "Fine, Friday at 8. I'll be waiting outside my dorm. If that's all, I have class I need to get ready for." She was lying, but she wanted to hang up already.

"Alright. Fair enough. I'll see you then, Sango."

Sango hated games she wasn't winning. With a click, she threw the phone and unplugged it.

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[07 Feb 2005|02:51pm]
The phone to Sango's dorm room rang.
As she opened the door, she heard the phone ring and blinked.

'No, it couldn't be...'

But who had this number?
She set down the water bowl for a moment and walked over to her nightstand. Hesitantly, after another ring, she picked up the phone. "Hello?"

Guess who. Three guesses, and the first two don't count.

"Sango?" He appeared amused through the casual static breakup that implied that his phone got cruddy reception on campus. "Wanted to *kkkt* for before. Seems like *kkkt* wrong foot."

Hm, seems I guessed right.

...

"How the hell did you get this number?! Why are you harrassing me?!"

Her nerves were shot and her patience was still waning. Not to mention she was still feeling a bit of bloodlust.


*static* "Huh? Wait, hold on... ahh, there we go." A laugh. "Nice to hear from you too."

Pause.

"Number? Lucky guess, I suppose. Say, I know you don't want to be bothered, so I'll make this quick. I'll leave you alone... under one condition. Meet this condition, and you'll never hear from me again."

His laughed sounded so innocent...almost cute. For a demon.

...

However, never again? It sounded a little too good to be true, but...

"Go ahead. I'm listening."

The tone he used implied that he was smiling, the subtle amusement filtering out through his voice.

"Go on a date with me. Just one date."

...

"Excuse me?"

Did he...did he just...?

Her eye began twitching. "I'd rather drop dead."


Another laugh.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can persuade you with? It would just be one date, and I would pay for everything... I just have to keep up my reputation that I date every girl at least once."

He's...he's laughing at me!

"Well, it seems you'll have a new reputation to uphold, one of being turned down." She clicked off the phone.

That...that...
She threw the phone across the room. Kirara scrambled under the bed, and poked her eyes up at Sango, a slight confusion at what was going on.

Sango flopped down on the bed. Why was he being so persistant? She was tempted to give in just so he'd leave her alone but...a date? Alone? She shuddered imagining his wandering hands. "Baka..."

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[07 Feb 2005|02:50pm]
Sango stormed back to her room, unlocked and opened the door. Blinking, she realized she still had the crumpled piece of paper in her one hand. Growling, she threw it across the room into the trashcan. "Baka sukebe..." she grumbled. A tiny mew drew her attention to the small feline that leapt up into her arms. "I'm sorry I wasn't back sooner, Kirara." The kitten curled up in her arms and purred as Sango closed the door behind her with her foot. As she scratched the furry critter's ears, she sighed, "I don't know Kirara...I miss everyone..." Kirara purred some more and fwapped her tail against Sango's arm. "Well, at least I still have you...even if you're not supposed to be here..."
Setting her down after another quick pet, Sango put some more food in Kirara's bowl and picked up the water bowl. "I'll be right back, but then I have to take my shower, ok?"

The kitten mewed quietly and licked herself.

"I'll take that as an ok..." Sango smiled, then snuck the bowl down the hall to get some fresh water.

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Hachi vs Sango, round two! Ding! [07 Feb 2005|02:40pm]
Making sure the coast was clear, he found the room number, and stuck the paper on the door, giving it a loud knock before he turned and ran like hell, pulling out his cell phone and readying a text message.

Sango opened the door to the hallway and saw a figure running out of sight. Shaking her head, she approached her room to find something tacked to the door. She ripped the paper off and scanned it.

Hey, cutie. Call me! <3 683-555-2435

'THAT...'
Crumpling up the paper, she dashed down the hallway after the minion she knew had to be behind this. He was dead. The president was next, but first victim's first.

There would be bloodshed this afternoon.


Hearing footsteps behind him, Hachi's eyes widened.

"Shitshitshitshitshit..." He gasped under his breath as he ran, pressing a button on the elevator multiple times. If he could get there, and get inside, and get OUT of the building..

The door slowly opened, and Hachi ducked inside, slamming his finger on the door close button. Slowly, the elevator began to close....

Sango ran like she had never run before. She could see the doors to the elevator closing as she drew closer. With one last burst of speed, she shot out her hand and slammed it onto the metal, holding the door open. "You..." she panted, catching her breath. The glare in her eyes was unmatchable, and the anger started to seethe just thinking about that perverted jerk that was sending this...lackey to make her life miserable.
"You and I need to have another 'chat'..." she managed.


A whimper soon got trapped into the throat of the relatively overweight student, swearing that he felt his life pass before his eyes.

While his finger pressed on the door close button so incredibly hard it was no surprise that soon either the button will break or his finger, Hachi tried to mask his uneasiness by whistling innocently, and squirming about, while his mind repeating the string of curse words.

"Do I... know you?"

“..."
Her patience was definitely waning. Gritting her teeth, she managed,
"Don't play dumb. You're the one who gave me the survey earlier. And I thought I made myself clear that I didn't want to be harrassed by you or that pervert anymore. If you don't tell him to knock it off, I'm filing a sexual harrassment lawsuit. Are we clear now?" Her hand still held the elevator open, and she put her foot in the door to block any chance of him escaping.

Little did she realize that she was probably adding fuel to the fire...


Hachi tried oh so hard to remain as calm as physically possible. The boy was rather winded from running, and due to him being more on the heavy side, his body didn't like all the unneeded stress.

Visibly, he relaxed a little, when it became slightly apparent that the girl wasn't going to kill him yet. "Its actually not sexual harassment if there's no proof... For now, he's just trying to get you're attention." He smiled slightly.

"I really have no say in what he does or doesn't. He's just... interested by you, from what I know. The only reason I'm here is because my body can take more abuse than his can."

Her glare intensified.
"You can tell him to divert his attention elsewhere. And as for who's going to get the abuse, we'll see if he doesn't heed my warning."

She was tired, and knew if she didn't get back to her room soon, Kirara might start to make a fuss.

"I am a black belt and I'm not afraid to defend myself. Just keep that in mind." She stepped back, allowing the elevator door the ability to close.

College was definitely not what she expected, nor did she really want to stay if this was how the semester was going to be...


Hachi bit back a sigh, leaning back against the far wall of the elevator when it finally did close.

"I'm getting too old for this..." He mused idly. Wondering whether or not she'd actually call him is one thing... Now that he knew her room number, he'd be sure to let Miroku handle the rest from now on. He was the smooth talker, after all.

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[07 Feb 2005|02:30pm]
'Hmmm...I hope there are showers free..' Sango swiped into the building and made her way up the stairs to her room. She didn't care for elevators much, so she didn't mind the very long hike. Besides, it was just another excuse to exercise...
'I hope Kirara's alright...I'll play with her as soon as I'm done cleaning up.' She promised herself.

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[07 Feb 2005|01:56pm]
Sango sighed as she left class, wiping the sweat from her brow. The nice, long workout was good, but she needed a shower and was not willing to take one in the locker room. For all she knew that...person would have lackeys waiting there for her too. Or maybe he'd do his own work again. Regardless, she made her way towards her dorm...'Kirara probably needs some attention by now...' Eyes turned to the ground, she started trekking up the hill past the building where the breakfast had been held. Perhaps the building was cursed she mused. At this point, she wouldn't be surprised...

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[10 Jan 2005|12:56am]
[ mood | cranky ]

OOC: Yay for joint posts. XD Again, joint post of me and Miroku. And just like last time, Sango's in bold.

And now, more of Sango venting her frustrations from a past life XD:

"I'm sorry to bother you, miss.." He bowed politely. "I'm from the Student Government Association, and we're running a little survey, to get to know our students better."

Sango quizzically looked up at the new face. She sighed, 'I thought I got away from being bothered by not going to the breakfast. Seems like it's either not my day or someone's out to get me...'

She took the paper from him and scanned it.


Name, age, whether you dorm or commute

Seemed normal enough...

"It'll only take a few moments of your time."

Sighing, she started to fill it out.

Hachi watched her innocently, adjusting his glasses.
If only she knew how right her thoughts were.
The first questions were simple enough: Name, Age, and then from there Major, Dorming or Commuting?, Which Dorm.

As she was scribbling, she paused, "What...exactly...is this survey for again?"
She eyed him suspiciously.


"Its... um..." Hachi rubbed his chin, grinning at her. "Its a survey just to see what's popular among students and such. It's a yearly thing."

Of course, he was lying through his teeth. But the way he was fidgeting could simply be assumed that he was nervous around women. He wasn't the most attractive boy around, but he certainly wasn't the ugliest.

"So," she continued writing as she spoke, "why am I the only one you handed it to? Don't you usually hand out a bunch at the same time?"

The list went on, and it started to get weird, slightly: What do you like to do for fun?, Music You Listen to, Have any pets?

"Oh, I was passing them out before, at the entrance. I just happened to have one more left. Most of the people in this building have taken them already, so I was lucky that I had one left for you."

Miroku's trained him well, it seemed..

After skipping a few of the weird ones, she moved onto the next set of questions. Though her questions continued, "so you came in here with just the one survey for me instead of waiting for someone else to bump into convienently?"

Hachi fidgeted a bit more. "Well..." He trailed off. "As I said, I gave everyone else one... I didn't have time to wait all day." He laughed, a bit nervously. "I'm already late to class."

The last few are very weird, ending with one that topped them all. The very last question on the survey: Would you be willing to bare my child? Yes/Of Course!

...
"You said you were from the student council, right?"


"Yeah. The president helps make these surveys, if you have any questions." Hachi replied.

"The president? The same president," she tore the survey in half "that is a sukebe" in quarters, "and a complete and total BAKA?!" in eighths, then sprinkled the pieces on the gym floor.
In a swift move, she pinned him to the bleachers.
"Why the HELL is that guy harrassing me?!"


Hachi's eyes widened as he bent down, and started picking up the pieces. "But he's not..." WHAM. "Eeeeeek don't kill me please!" He whimpered. "I'm very delicate..."

"And this is me not caring. You tell that wonderful president of yours that what I did to him earlier today is NOTHING compared to what I will do to him the next time he bothers me or sends lackeys after me again." Roughly, she grabbed the papers from his hand, not noticing one fall to the ground. She relaxed her grip on him and stepped to the side. "I have class now." Tossing the papers in the trash, she stormed over to where the other students were standing (fire aura practically filing the gym).

Hachi's face turned bright red, his eyes bugging out. Scary women were... scary. "Got it.." Although he didn't entirely understand, if it was enough to drop Miroku to the ground, he didn't want to experience whatever it was. Watching as the pieces fell harmlessly into the trash can, he half debated telling Miroku that she burned them.. Because if he told him she threw them out, Miroku would send him in after them. He sighed, the piece that remained catching his eye, and so, once she had stormed off, bent down to snatch it up, glancing it over.

Hachi pocketed the piece and headed for the door, hesitating. Roll call.. they have to do roll call on the first day.. which means, I can still get her name!

The black-haired girl turned to glare at the boy that still had yet to leave. So far, college sucked. BIG TIME.

Hachi saw the girl, squeaked, and scampered out into the hall.

She waited for class to begin. Though she got the sinking feeling this wasn't the end of the harassment. Or the bad day for that matter...

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Miroku vs Sango, ding! [09 Jan 2005|06:57pm]
Joint posted with taijya_houshi, Sango's in bold ^_^

A look of shock crossed her face as he slid his hand to her back. "Anou-" However, before she could really protest, she found herself being violated.

...
Clearing her throat, she smiled sweetly and stated, "You're very fortunate I don't hit people who wear glasses."



"Am I?" He smiled back, violet eyes faintly amused. So... she wants to hit me, hmmm? This should be cute.. Perhaps a true male moment, where he misjudged what strength a female of his species might have.. Nah, she looked like a track runner, after all. The real strength was in her legs.

"Shall I remove them for you, Miss...." His other hand moved up, making a gesture, inviting her to give her name if she so chose to. However, with that hand still planted on her rear, the introductions would probably end quicker than he'd like them to.

The hand hadn't moved. He wasn't taking the hint. Her temper was rising and patience waning. What is with this guy!? I've never met someone as...as...ARGH!

The way he spoke to her made her grit her teeth. He was seriously condescending her...which was really the last straw. Gently, she slid his glasses off and hooked them on the neckline of his shirt. Then, in a swift motion she brought her knee up, HARD, and made sure it connected. "Don't ever touch me again, sukebe!" With that, she turned on her heels and marched away towards the gym.


Miroku's smile faded, and his eyes widened. Luckily his glasses were no longer on his face, as they would have fallen off as he himself fell forward, curling up onto the ground in a fetal position.

"I.... taii...." A pained grunt escaped him, watching her storm off towards the gym.

Well, gee... that went well. Or not.

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[09 Jan 2005|05:01pm]
Upon hearing the, "excuse me!" she turned, raven-haied ponytail flinging over her shoulder.

She looked at the boy who was extending the flyer to her...something seemed off about him...was he...? A slight glance down at her clothing, and the thought crossed her mind, 'the black track pants and pink sweatshirt would turn guys off, right?' Her eyes wandered back up to the boy's and for a moment, she found she couldn't speak...those eyes were quite transfixing. Snapping out of it with a barely noticible blush, she gave a subtle bow of her head, "I'm sorry, but I have to get to class early today," smiled a bit, then turned to continue towards the gymnasium...


"I'm sorry, but I have to get to class early today."

His violet eyes blinked a few times. Was he just.. dismissed? Girls never dismissed him. A look of confusion crossed his features, an eyebrow raising. He should have probably left it there, but there was something.. beautiful about her. Unlike the others, she had a certain real beauty to her, one that didn't need dresses or makeup to enhance. It was already there, and it wasn't superficial.

Miroku, still holding the flier, took a few steps towards the girl once more, walking right up next to her, placing her hand on the midpoint of her back. "Ahh, then I guess it wouldn't hurt if I walked you there, hmm? It's a big campus, after all." His hand slowly began to move down. "Don't want you to get lost now."

It finally stopped moving down once it reached the object of his attention prior, and for added measure, he patted it lightly. "So, you enjoy sports, I imagine?" He smiled at her, making idle conversation, while he worked his 'charms'.

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Good morning Starshine ^_^ [03 Jan 2005|01:41pm]
It was still dark when the black-haired girl opened her eyes weakly. She yawned, stretched, then climbed out of bed to approach the open window. Looking out across campus, she sighed, and leaned her forehead against the glass pane. It had only been a month since the accident, and the girl feared it would still be taking a toll on her morning routine. Regardless, she pulled on her black leggings and top, and slipped on her black and pink running shoes as she walked out the door. The morning air felt good, and she closed her eyes, bracing herself before she began running. Ignoring the pain, she ran a good three laps before the throbbing became too much to handle. With a sigh, she made her way back to her dorm to shower and dress for the first day of school.


The buildings seemed more intimidating as more and more people began piling in from their cars and spreading across campus. There had been flyers passed out for some breakfast thing, but Sango wasn't really inclined to attend. She flipped her loose ponytail over her shoulder as she walked towards the gymnasium for her first class. Gym wasn't most people's ideal way to start the day, but nothing felt better to Sango then some good exercise to clear her mind. As she strolled past the windows of the building that contained the cafeteria, a small smile crept across her face. 'This might be the start of something exciting' she thought to herself. Besides, her father and Kohaku wouldn't want her to be upset. Stopping dead in her tracks, she took the light pink sleeve of her shirt and dabbed her eyes with it. The intrusive thought had brought a few loose tears, which in turn made her spirit dampen a bit. It had to be brushed aside for now, and she continued walking past the cafeteria down the hill to the gym. Yes, some good exercise was really what she needed right now. Especially if it happened to be her specialty today...

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