~Richi POV~
I blamed the pickles for this mess.
I blamed the pickles for this entire situation.
Lychan just HAD to have pickles. She just HAD to come with me to the grocery store to buy a jar of pickles. And we just HAD to go sit under that one puno in the park as we were coming home. And that fly just HAD to annoy Lychan enough to make her look up to swat it.
And someone just HAD to put a mistletoe under the very branch we were sitting under.
The susunod thing I know, she's asking me to halik her.
"Why?" I asked her. She pointed up and there it was. The mistletoe. I groaned. I mean, who puts up pasko decorations when Thanksgiving hasn't even passed?
"It's just a silly tradition. You don't have to halik when you go under a mistletoe with someone." I told her. Nevertheless, she insisted. I tried to get up. She pulled me back down. I tried to scoot away from the mistletoe. She yanked me back under
.
Who knew she was big on traditions?
And here we are, in the present, where she's holding me under the mistletoe, and I can't get away.
"Lychan," I go. "stop this. This is getting silly." She shakes her head. "Come on! It's just one kiss. Besides, it's all in the holiday spirit." I sigh. "It's not even December yet! How is this in the holiday spirit?" She narrows her eyes just a tiny bit. "Because it's close enough! Come on, Richi!"
Still, I refused to surrender. "No Lychan. Let me go!" She only tightens her grip on my clothes. "I'm not letting go. Richi, come on! It's tradition!" I roll my eyes in response. "Yeah, for those who choose to make it a tradition. And I don't." I struggle to get free from her grip. I try to stand, but she's simply refusing to give up, and pulls me back to the bench. I look at the sky, and I see the sun nearly setting.
"Lychan, let go! Seriously!" I begin wondering where Hibi was. If he was in the vicinity, I could ask him to help. Just then, Lychan notices the sun's position as well, and as if pagbaba my thoughts, she says to me, "Hibi is at home. He's used to us getting tahanan late. He'll be fine." Her grip wasn't getting any looser. And my patience was running low.
"Lychan, let go!" I tell her, nearly yelling. But she's too stubborn. I finally cracked, feeling completely pissed off at this point. "I AM NOT DOING IT! STOP BEING SO STUPID ABOUT THIS!"
It came out harsher than I meant it to.
Her grip immediately goes loose, and tears began forming. "You think I'm being....stupid?" I immediately regret everything I just did. "No, Lychan. I didn't mean-" But she starts crying and I forget everything I was about to say. "I-It's just one kiss..." She says, barely getting the words out. And my puso nearly stops at what she sinabi next.
"I d-didn't know you h-hated me...."
At that, I pulled her into my arms and hugged her. "I don't hate you." I whisper. "I just.... I don't...." I can't seem to get the words out, but Lychan somehow understands. After a couple of minutes, she stops sobbing. "I get it," she goes, her voice finally calm. I open my arms a little to I can see her face. Her face was a little wet from her tears, and she has an expression on her face, telling it really was okay. But I knew better. At that moment, my mind blanks, and I leaned in.
And I halik her under the mistletoe.
I pull back after a couple of seconds, and she puts on a small smile. "Thank you." She whispers to me. Unable to resist, I lean in again and halik her a segundo time, this one a little longer than the last. She accepts it, and when I pull back again, she has a bigger smile on. We hug one madami time, and at that, we pick up our pickles and head home, holding hands the entire way.
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~Hibi's POV~
I look down from the branch to watch Richi and Lychan halik each other on the bench. I giggle to myself at what I had just made them do, and very carefully, I morph myself from a mistletoe to a leaf. I let the wind blow me off the branch and back to the forest, satisfied at my own handiwork.
I know it sucks. But I blame the pickles.
I blamed the pickles for this mess.
I blamed the pickles for this entire situation.
Lychan just HAD to have pickles. She just HAD to come with me to the grocery store to buy a jar of pickles. And we just HAD to go sit under that one puno in the park as we were coming home. And that fly just HAD to annoy Lychan enough to make her look up to swat it.
And someone just HAD to put a mistletoe under the very branch we were sitting under.
The susunod thing I know, she's asking me to halik her.
"Why?" I asked her. She pointed up and there it was. The mistletoe. I groaned. I mean, who puts up pasko decorations when Thanksgiving hasn't even passed?
"It's just a silly tradition. You don't have to halik when you go under a mistletoe with someone." I told her. Nevertheless, she insisted. I tried to get up. She pulled me back down. I tried to scoot away from the mistletoe. She yanked me back under
.
Who knew she was big on traditions?
And here we are, in the present, where she's holding me under the mistletoe, and I can't get away.
"Lychan," I go. "stop this. This is getting silly." She shakes her head. "Come on! It's just one kiss. Besides, it's all in the holiday spirit." I sigh. "It's not even December yet! How is this in the holiday spirit?" She narrows her eyes just a tiny bit. "Because it's close enough! Come on, Richi!"
Still, I refused to surrender. "No Lychan. Let me go!" She only tightens her grip on my clothes. "I'm not letting go. Richi, come on! It's tradition!" I roll my eyes in response. "Yeah, for those who choose to make it a tradition. And I don't." I struggle to get free from her grip. I try to stand, but she's simply refusing to give up, and pulls me back to the bench. I look at the sky, and I see the sun nearly setting.
"Lychan, let go! Seriously!" I begin wondering where Hibi was. If he was in the vicinity, I could ask him to help. Just then, Lychan notices the sun's position as well, and as if pagbaba my thoughts, she says to me, "Hibi is at home. He's used to us getting tahanan late. He'll be fine." Her grip wasn't getting any looser. And my patience was running low.
"Lychan, let go!" I tell her, nearly yelling. But she's too stubborn. I finally cracked, feeling completely pissed off at this point. "I AM NOT DOING IT! STOP BEING SO STUPID ABOUT THIS!"
It came out harsher than I meant it to.
Her grip immediately goes loose, and tears began forming. "You think I'm being....stupid?" I immediately regret everything I just did. "No, Lychan. I didn't mean-" But she starts crying and I forget everything I was about to say. "I-It's just one kiss..." She says, barely getting the words out. And my puso nearly stops at what she sinabi next.
"I d-didn't know you h-hated me...."
At that, I pulled her into my arms and hugged her. "I don't hate you." I whisper. "I just.... I don't...." I can't seem to get the words out, but Lychan somehow understands. After a couple of minutes, she stops sobbing. "I get it," she goes, her voice finally calm. I open my arms a little to I can see her face. Her face was a little wet from her tears, and she has an expression on her face, telling it really was okay. But I knew better. At that moment, my mind blanks, and I leaned in.
And I halik her under the mistletoe.
I pull back after a couple of seconds, and she puts on a small smile. "Thank you." She whispers to me. Unable to resist, I lean in again and halik her a segundo time, this one a little longer than the last. She accepts it, and when I pull back again, she has a bigger smile on. We hug one madami time, and at that, we pick up our pickles and head home, holding hands the entire way.
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~Hibi's POV~
I look down from the branch to watch Richi and Lychan halik each other on the bench. I giggle to myself at what I had just made them do, and very carefully, I morph myself from a mistletoe to a leaf. I let the wind blow me off the branch and back to the forest, satisfied at my own handiwork.
I know it sucks. But I blame the pickles.
Can you blame me? This is kinda what Fin's P.O.V in 5 years when Arty dies... It's fun if you read it like you'd be pag-awit Twinkle, Twinkle.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How you seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
You grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
maasim notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s duyan swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old mga kaibigan can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what you see
What is it you saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How you seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
You grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
maasim notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s duyan swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old mga kaibigan can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what you see
What is it you saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
I made a promise to you,
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
Height: 6'7
Weight: 95 pounds
Eyes: Red.
Hair: Black
Weapons: Pistol, hidden dagger.
History: Raised sa pamamagitan ng the joker and abonded sa pamamagitan ng
parents. Joker taught her evil, but she realized it was wrong and refused to continue. She still keeps close with him and visits him in jail. She joined the team and loved it. She had a demon haunting her and everyone got fed up. She walked away from it all before it went any futher. She has taken the path of evil. Her hair turned black and her eyes are permenently red from the hate she feels.
Powers: Teleportation, Flight(Wings), levetation, transformaition(Humans and animals.)
Skills: Good with guns.
Civies: Black turtleneck and jeans.
'Stume: Black turtleneck dress and kuwintas with keys symbolising being the keeper of hell.