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Dec. 2nd, 2003 03:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76More snips to vanquish more paper.
First, a piece from Wolf's Rain:
Kiba's eyes were intense. The white wolf was nothing short of a fanatic or visionary. The purity of his madness infected those around him.
Tsume raised his head and looked around the small cave that his erstwhile pack has made their den this night. Outside the winds of a land that had once been called Russia blew ice and snow, nearly a blizzard. But the four of them had fur coats and body heat raised the knife-like air to a bearable dull chill.
Hige twitched in his sleep. The glutton was probably dreaming of food.
Kiba half-opened an eye, then closed it again.
Only Toboe was still, breathing deeply, his cinnamon-colored fur rising and falling in even rhythm.
Then, a piece which could fit somewhere into Lady Killer:
Aya lay awake in the dark, breathing. The night was extraordinarily quiet and had been so ever since an hour before when she'd heard the soft sound of her neighbor's door shutting. A few minutes after that the noise of a motorcycle had started up. Aya'd sat up in bed, then got up on her knees to look out the window. First Ken's motorcycle had left, bearing two helmeted riders, then Youji's fancy car, and finally her brother's car as well. The two vehicles were so finely tuned they hardly made more than a whisper of noise. As the white Porsche had silently rounded the corner, the streetlight had illuminated familiar golden hair through the passenger side window. Aya had been lying awake since, waiting for them to come back.
They'd told her that the five of them had worked for a now-defunct secret police called Kritiker. Aya wanted to believe them, but could not deny the evidence of her own senses.
Youji had been beated right across the street from their apartment building. Theirs wasn't a high-crime neighborhood, but Ran had warned her to stay away from the windows as thought she might be attacked--shot, her mind supplied--through them. And now they'd all snuck out in the middle of the night. Either Kritiker wasn't as defunct as they'd like her to believe, or the lies were far deeper and her brother and his friends involved in something far darker.
She didn't want to believe that.
First, a piece from Wolf's Rain:
Kiba's eyes were intense. The white wolf was nothing short of a fanatic or visionary. The purity of his madness infected those around him.
Tsume raised his head and looked around the small cave that his erstwhile pack has made their den this night. Outside the winds of a land that had once been called Russia blew ice and snow, nearly a blizzard. But the four of them had fur coats and body heat raised the knife-like air to a bearable dull chill.
Hige twitched in his sleep. The glutton was probably dreaming of food.
Kiba half-opened an eye, then closed it again.
Only Toboe was still, breathing deeply, his cinnamon-colored fur rising and falling in even rhythm.
Then, a piece which could fit somewhere into Lady Killer:
Aya lay awake in the dark, breathing. The night was extraordinarily quiet and had been so ever since an hour before when she'd heard the soft sound of her neighbor's door shutting. A few minutes after that the noise of a motorcycle had started up. Aya'd sat up in bed, then got up on her knees to look out the window. First Ken's motorcycle had left, bearing two helmeted riders, then Youji's fancy car, and finally her brother's car as well. The two vehicles were so finely tuned they hardly made more than a whisper of noise. As the white Porsche had silently rounded the corner, the streetlight had illuminated familiar golden hair through the passenger side window. Aya had been lying awake since, waiting for them to come back.
They'd told her that the five of them had worked for a now-defunct secret police called Kritiker. Aya wanted to believe them, but could not deny the evidence of her own senses.
Youji had been beated right across the street from their apartment building. Theirs wasn't a high-crime neighborhood, but Ran had warned her to stay away from the windows as thought she might be attacked--shot, her mind supplied--through them. And now they'd all snuck out in the middle of the night. Either Kritiker wasn't as defunct as they'd like her to believe, or the lies were far deeper and her brother and his friends involved in something far darker.
She didn't want to believe that.
