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Because they can't be apart.
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We should PUSH the climate SOMEWHERE ELSE!
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R.I.P. XXX
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I hoped you were lying Odin. Fuck... anyone but him.

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What does social mean when compared with cold as personality traits? You just talk to be rude, or...?
@Emuxe There are a couple details you forgot under Uncertainties.
That post was a pain in my ass, let me tell you...
Kazuya Yamamura arrived promptly to Meioh each day, maintained focus during lessons, and was never shy about admitting struggles to his instructors. His uniform was always in pristine condition, and his brown bowl cut never had a single hair out of place. Deep brown eyes were kept behind rounded glasses with a slight dip in the left side of his frames, a noticeable contrast to how neatly he kept just about everything else regarding himself. Average build, average height, but a good heart and always willing to lend a helping hand during study hall should anyone need it.

It was difficult for Kurama to believe that he had been the one under control all this time, considering there was no hint other than the two he had just given him. Beyond calling him by the other identities he was known as, and by releasing blatant demon energy, Kazuya was just sitting there with a smile of contentedness. His things were gathered in the bag beside his chair, leaving him room to rest his elbows on the desk while his hands served as a rest for his chin. To those that could not recognize the change in energy, Kazuya was just his usual, happy self.

Their stares pierced each other for what felt like hours when only several seconds passed. Kazuya was the first between them to break the stare, letting a chuckle escape his lips while his eyes closed shut. “You must have questions.”

“A great deal many,” Kurama replied. “You must already know several that I want to ask you.”

“Why do you hesitate then?”

“Because the chances of getting the answers I want are miniscule at best. I could tell from the moment our eyes met that you’d enjoy my ignorance. Maybe more than the sick game you play with students here.”

A chuckle hummed in Kazuya’s throat. “I have better ways to entertain myself than toying with adolescent humans. I have you. That’s all this has been about. Well, the “real” you.” Placing both his hands on the desk, Kazuya slowly stood up and fell into a relaxed stance; hands in pockets, shoulders slouched, and eyes half-shut. “You’re tense. Not just your body, but your spirit energy… it’s starting to perk up a little. You aren’t sure if you want to attack me. That’s it, right?”

Try as Kurama might to deny him the pleasure of understanding this, he could do nothing to suppress his guard from the senses of a worthy opponent. The last time he felt such tension had been against his final opponent, Karasu, in the Dark Tournament. This orchestrator of the tragedies in Meioh knew much more than he should have just by spying on him at school. ‘He's been watching me for a long time. I haven’t been prepared for case work from Koenma, but regardless… how can I only feel him now, when he wants to be spotted?’

“You’ve been watching us – watching me. Why is that?” Kurama muttered curiously. “This isn’t a chance encounter. Even knowing who I am, you still insist on standing there so composed. You aren’t afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid of many things,” Kazuya replied, reaching down for his bag and stepping away towards the row of windows beside him. Turning his back towards Kurama would have been risky for the average person. He felt no such fear. “Least of all you, Shuichi Minamino. You’re no one; the straight-A student, the lust for girls, the envy of boys, and an all-around bore. Should I fear someone who has no hope of touching me?”

Biting back a retort, Kurama stared hard at the back of the enemy and analyzed his words. A fearless gesture with a strong response. Who controlled Kazuya now was not someone easily frightened. “I suppose not,” he started quietly. “But you still chose to make your presence known, still chose to target this ‘bore’.”

“Shuichi, you’ve got it all wrong.” Kazuna shook his head. “You? You’re not special on your own. What makes you special is the person inhabiting you.”

Yoko Kurama. His ‘true’ self beneath the flesh. More questions were lined up—again, with little possibility of helpful answers.

“This body may be Shuichi Minamino, but the person you’re speaking to is the very Yoko Kurama you’re after.”

“That’s a poor lie.”

“I am not telling any lies. You’re speaking to the one you seek to confront.”

“Then show me.” Kazuna turned around, his eyes now wider and more watchful than before. His posture straightened, however his free hand did not leave its pocket. “Free yourself of this pitiful shell. Show me the true you.”

“I can’t do that.”

His face tensed with subtle frustration. “Don’t try to toy with me. Draw on the energy necessary to bring forth your true body, your true feelings. You did so during the tournament. Do so again.”

“With the help of an item, an item I received from another. An item I have no more of. Whatever confrontation you hope to have isn’t going to come by hurting the innocent at this school. This is me whether you want it to be or not.”

The energy in the room shifted to something darker and far more menacing. Kurama noted the lines across Kazuya’s face and could tell that he, like himself, was considering his options with the knowledge he had received. Dissatisfaction. Anger perhaps. What Kurama anticipated was another fruitless demand, yet Kazuya’s possessor saw the same uselessness in it as he did. It did him no good to lie about his lack of change. Try as he might to transform of his own accord, his efforts never bore results. Bonding with Shuichi for so long had made such power difficult to draw on without there already being plentiful amounts of demon energy surrounding him, more than this one seemed to be able to muster on his own.

As quickly as it had come, the energy within the room had died down, little by little, until only a small aura remained around Kazuya himself. “That’s… disappointing, Yoko. Very disappointing.” Kazuna spoke through gritted teeth and a darkened visage. “You’ve become soft in this world. Tell me, do you ever plan to return to your former glory? Or is the daily chore of human education and boot licking more appealing to you now?”

Nothing of Kurama’s shifted at his taunts, which only irritated Kazuna further.

“Stoic as always.” Kazuya scoffed. The hard lines on his face retreated, leaving him relaxed and visibly unburdened by frustration. “I thought that you would have some concern over the fate of you dead fellows. I overestimated your desire to protect these people. But surely you realize that you are incapable of dealing with someone like me in your current form.”

“I manage,” Kurama replied simply. “What I can’t understand is why you chose not to do this in the first place. You took the lives of innocent people, even moved against Botan knowing what she really is. You’re confident enough to turn your back on me, yet you don’t seek to face me yourself. Instead, all you’ve done is try to get underneath my skin and belittle a life I’ve come to appreciate. Without this appearance, I would still be hunting you down… perhaps not ever finding you. You wouldn’t have revealed yourself without a purpose.”

Kazuya smirked, satisfied with Kurama’s summary. “You honor me by admitting your ignorance, but I suspect that without your pitiful human qualities you would have the instinct to understand the situation fully by now.” He stepped towards Kurama, noted his stance did not change, and continued towards him until he was an arm’s length away. The intensity in Kurama’s eyes was enough to send chills down this borrowed body’s spine, but Kazuya savored seeing the brilliant mind of a worthy foe at work through the light of their eyes. “You need a push, Yoko. Free yourself from this mundane existence. You’re a demon—a legend—and you choose to stay here and play human. I’m only showing you what living as you are is going to mean until then. Suppressing yourself is no longer going to be an option.”

There was so much he could take from the words spoken to him. Kurama knew that spirit energy would not be enough to win this confrontation. He lacked the vast knowledge of Genkai to draw out a hostile spirit from another body. Even worse, a part of him was becoming angered. To be respected and at the exact same time insulted for his decisions and his position in the body of a human, all for a mother who he loved deeply. He could not fight this, nor could he bother asking another question.

“A push.” Kurama repeated. “You’re after— “

His expressionless demeanor shattered like broken glass against the ground. Everything, from the first exposure of his demon energy, to his taunts, to his tidbits of information, led him to the answer of why he had chosen to reveal himself: Distraction.

“She’s running out of air,” Kazuya said in a hushed, harsh whisper. A dark grin took form. “Better move fast, human.”

Kurama spun around and pushed the door aside, nearly snapping it from its hinges in his haste and almost colliding with two classmates. Over the sound of the wind passing his ears he had heard two key words; girlfriend, and swim. It wasn’t difficult to put together Kazuya’s hint before, but the two had confirmed the theory of where Botan had fled to. Jumping from the roof or any balcony was too high-profile, and cutting her wrist was too quick. Drowning Botan was the push.

He accelerated down the staircase and made no attempt to silence his harsh footsteps pushing against the ground with as much strength as his body would allow, rushing down the staircases and forcing his way through doors leading to the school pool. Upon entering, his eyes spotted the still body of Botan within. The weak, barely visible ripples in the pool added another layer of dread in his already aching heart.

He dove into the water with a crash and swam furiously through the cold water. He reached her in seconds, collecting her body with an arm coming under her knees and another beneath her arms and around her back. Touching down on the floor of the pool, he collected a plentiful amount of spirit energy to his foot and, with a powerful stomp, kicked off the ground and flew towards the surface, emerging several feet above the water and soaring towards the ground beneath empty bleachers.

He set her down with great care without sacrificing his speed, drawing two fingers to her neck to check for a pulse. It was a weak one, but present. She wasn’t gone yet. “Hang on!” Kurama cried in distress. If Botan could have somehow heard him, he hoped deeply that she was fighting until the very end to stay alive. He tilted her head first to the left, then the right, letting any water stuck in her airways seep out of her nose and mouth. He then tilted her head back and pinched her nose, inhaled deeply, and then placed his mouth over her own. Blowing hard, all strength he could gather in his lungs was thrust into her.

‘One… two… three…four…’ Kurama counted each breath pushed into her body. ‘Please, let this work!’
Hmm, kinda interested, I'm unfamiliar with the source material and slice of life isn't usually my thing, but I do like supernatural RPs and the relatively relaxed posting schedule would suit me.


The source material isn't too complicated and slice-of-life is going to be temporary if I know Genkai. Stick around, we'll help you through any questions and concerns.

Still accepting, folks!
No it wasn't great. It wasn't all bad but it was inferior to the original. I think a lot of people can agree with that. Also why the fuck didn't we hear about Sokka and Suki?
But they're ROLLING in that shit, boiiiiii~~~
They're doing some comic with Korra and Asami I heard, but for obvious reasons I don't give a shit.
A:TLA was a great show without romance involved. I don't know why they changed their minds. Too busy sniffing their own farts to see the problem in that script.
Not after some serious traveling. Never been too big a fan of 'settle down and make babies' for characters like Korra. I want her to see the nations like Aang did. Maybe hook up with Zuko a bit.

Writers aren't perfect. It's possible they changed their minds halfway and did some rewrites, but I also think writers like 'fooling' readers too much and fail to actually make it a decent 'trick' when it comes off as someone being shallow. I'd be happy if Korra got rejected and didn't let it break her... but... you know... didn't really pan out.
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