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[†Yemon Smith†]

Salvation is only a prayer
away...

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Yemon listened to Ziggy grind into Ire again, his fingertips light brushing across the still spooked dove against his chest. He had slightly noticed the expression on Ziggy's face when Ire had outed him on his unusual ways. Yes, he decived in a way. Yes, he lied. But nothing he had ever done had hurt anyone until that night. He liked to think that everyone had the idea and temptation of killing something or someone at some points. The fact that he had actually done it had yet to completely sink in. Though he could already feel the pain in his chest, he knew it was not what it was supposed to be. He could understand people's doubts about him. He welcomed it, even of his friends. Caution was not something to be hated. In these times, it was a necessity. Honestly, neither of his sides was his "true" side. He didn't have one. Both sides were just as true as they could be. There was just the problem; Yemon knew he couldn't pick one and toss it aside. Both the good and bad were part of him.

He imagined that’s why he was drawn to the girls in a way. Ire was the obvious dark, while Ziggy was the obvious light. He was both. He could be either. He could swing to suit needs. A little voice in his head chuckled and pondered with him. Perhaps he was suffering from multiple personalities. Perhaps he was just crazy? He allowed himself a small sniff. It didn't matter. Neither side would have abandoned a friend.

Yemon looked over at Ziggy, she looked a little, confused? He smiled at her softly. He hadn't meant to scare her either. The truth of the fact was that he didn't believe that Ire would have done it. She was cold, but he knew there was some part of her that thought him, and probably Ziggy, still useful. He could have been wrong, but he wasn't going to show Ire any bit of fear. He half wondered if he should have to explain that to Ziggy later.

He heard him before he saw him. The loud curse that ran through the halls of the express was enough to make Yemon loudly groan, forehead slamming into the window. Why couldn't he just go bother someone else? Did he really think having their little expedition in his head give him the right to tortuere Yemon this year?

The answer was apparently yes. Yemon's head shot up in enough time to glare at the taller Slythern boy as he popped into the doorway. He felt sick. Maybe he'd puke on Hibiki. He was trying to be clever, but it was not working to his advantage. He was still glaring at Hibiki when the voice of a prefect boomed over everything else. Yemon groaned again. They weren't setting an example. People needed to keep their noses in their own business. Especially idiot first years and seventh year Slythern cousins. He let half a smile crack as Ire merely walked past him, her attentions not for a second flickering at his cousin. He rather enjoyed the distasteful look she got. Hi was not one to let things like that slide.

"Acchi ni ike!"

With that he snorted and turned to Ziggy, his blue eyes softening back to their usual state.

"One would say they are sorry for what they have done. I could see thou was upset. You have my profuse apologizes, Zi-chan. I did not mean to worry you with what was said. One would have to assume Ire's harsh words and the events of days past have done one no good. Though I can not say i was not myself, I can honestly say it was not the actions I would have chosen to do otherwise."

She stood for a moment, bowing to her as he usually did before sitting. The Dove buried in his chest letting out a soft coo as she ventured a peak out. Her little body was still shaking, and her eyes seemed glazed over. Yemon exhaled loudly.

"Mother Mary, thy must calm down. We are okay. One does not want you to make yourself sick with worry, alright?"

The dove cooed again, her body repositioning itself before she tucked a head behind a wing to sleep. Yemon looked at the doorway, where his cousin still leaned, goofy grin on his face.

"Did one not tell thee to leave? Is there some business in which could not wait? One would highly doubt thee has any business of importance."

He wanted to pummel him. He hated Hibiki's smirk. It always meant he was up to no good.

All you need do, is fall to your
knees.

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[Ziggy Lupin]

Glancing over at Yemon, she remained silent as he spouted out some sort of apology. Apparently he had caught on to either her worry or confusion. A small sigh escaped the girl, but nothing more. She wasn’t sure what to say, or believe, at this point. Really, what she needed to do was to sit and think over the whole thing. His apology was nice, but she wasn’t sure she really believed it, as much as she wanted to. Ziggy shook her head, muttering out a reply to him. ”It’s fine.” A blunt answer, and no doubt he would see right through the lie.

A scream caught her attention suddenly, a familiar males voice ringing out through the rest of the chaos. Ziggy had only seen him once before, but she instantly recognized him as Yemon’s cousin. The little bastard bat that she already hated with a passion for how rude he was. As soon as his head appeared in the doorway, Ziggy scowled and grabbed Draco. The large creature hissed, making a lunge at the male before he was snatched by Ziggy and confined to her lap. ”Disgusting bat, I’ll fucking devour you!” He snarled from the girls lap, all the hair along his spine raising.

Ziggy moved her free hand, flicking the ferret like creature on the nose. ”Shut up.” She muttered, rolling her eyes. Her attention then returned towards the obnoxious cousin of Ye’s and she sent him a glare. ”It’s honestly none of your business.” She grumbled, her bad mood only getting worse by the appearance of Hibiki. Really, she wasn’t in the mood to deal with him, and it was none of his business. Why the fuck did he have to pry into their business a lot all of a sudden? He hadn’t existed for the past five years of school, and all of a sudden now he popped up and invaded their lives.

Before anything else could happen, a prefect came storming down towards them. Turning her glare towards him, she rolled her eyes and listened as he scolded the group. Most of his anger was turned upon Ire, though he made it a point to call the rest of them all idiots. Draco piped up again, shouting at the male, ”What crawled up your ass and died, pignose?” Ziggy couldn’t help but chuckle softly, releasing her grip on the Jarvey as it insulted the prefect. Of course, being a Gryffindor, she didn’t mind getting in to trouble every so often. She wasn’t fond of the prefects, just because they were stuck up and always managed to get her in the most trouble.

Her chuckling continued as the prefect stormed off, shouting that the show was over. What show had there been anyways? Well, apparently people enjoyed watching drama unfold and felt the need to dig their noses into it. Ziggy wasn’t very fond of drama, so this whole thing was getting on her nerves, and fast. People needed to mind their own business, and stop digging their noses into other peoples shit. If she hadn’t been so busy arguing with Ire, she probably would of gone after the on lookers and hexed them to oblivion.

Returning her attention to Ire, the pink haired girl quietly listened as she gave her departing words. Ire was wrong, though, and she couldn’t see past her stupid beliefs. Then again, Ziggy was quite naïve, not that she had yet to realize it. Living in a family and hearing all the good triumphs over bad stories had done their job on Ziggy. Shaking her head, she watched as her so called friend made her exit, storming off down the aisle. What a huge mess this whole thing was, really.

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[•Hibiki Nakamura•]

Let us play...

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Oh how the tension seemed to thicken with every second that ticked by! Hibiki was rather entertained by the silent zaps of electricity that shot from each pair of eyes to the other. He kind of wished that he had brought some popcorn and a drink. He could tell this part was going to be good.

He didn't flinch, but more let his eyes slowly blink as the crazy bitch that blew up part of the train turned her wand on him. His lips parted, a now toothy smile showing. So she had guts, did she? Though he did not want to egg her on, he simply couldn't hide the fact that he found it quite humorous. Silly little girls with their wands; though he had to admit her unrelenting rage brought fourth a part of his curiosity that hadn't been peeked in quite a while. Perhaps she'd be a fun person to play with later. An added extra was always that it would piss Yemon off.

A shout interrupted his thoughts as brown eyes trailed past the girl that oddly reminded Hibiki of a rabid raccoon he had taunted in his younger years. A prefect was strutting down the aisle as if he owned the damn train.

Hibiki hated prefects.

Lifting his nose into the air he gave a haughty sniff as one side of his lip curled up to show his distaste. Then, in an act of pure childness, he smacked his lips and rolled his eyes mimicking the prefect; showing just how much Hibiki cared about his "authority". Didn't seem as though the prefect was too concerned with Hibiki, as the boy seemed to focus his attention on the rage filled Ravenclaw.

He was slightly disappointed when a flash of wings brought on the abrupt retreat of the girl. Though, he did get another bit of entertainment as she nailed into the punk girl one last time.

His eyes watched her stomp off and as though he belong, slid into the compartment and flopped himself down on the seat next to Yemon; his posture crazy and overly sloppy.

"So...she PMSing or what? Who the fuck lit the fuse on her tampon?"

He eyed Yemon, the Ziggy, then back to Yemon again. Thought the tension had someone lessened, there still remained a hefty bit of the goo in the air.

"Why be so rude!? I am merely a concerned citizen inquiring as to why someone felt the need to explode the train."

The trip could only get better from here. He hoped that something worth his effort happened. It wasn't everyday that he could screw with Yemon. Wait, yes it was. He had just never found the reason to until now. Holding that delicate little piece of information made Hibiki feel as though he held Yemon under his thumb. In fact, as far the three children being unknown, he did. Not that he would actualyl tell, but they would never know that.

I promise to go easy on you.

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