paixaorpg | It's a whole new brand of Hell [Closed]

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It's a whole new brand of Hell [Closed]

Character(s): Sasuke, Goku, Tidus, Hakkai, Edgar, and now introducing Selphie!
Content: ~~Killing time-no-jutsu!~~ Sasuke and company find themselves at a random cafe near the hotel, where some hope to bond and Sasuke hopes they all ~~die~~ leave him alone. Or at least tell him something useful.
Setting: Erm. Random Cafe. Near Actua Are hotel [O-13]. Central Paixao.
Time: Early evening, Wednesday
Warnings: None, aside from the usual stupidity.

It never ceased to amaze him - he always attracted the idiots. Well, Hakkai appeared relatively reasonable about life, but Goku, who hadn't left his side, was no such thing. Always with that constant babbling about food. "Manjuu..." this or "Starving..." that. This all despite the fact that he had been fed relatively regularly. Much more so than Sasuke ever consumed in an entire day to say the least.

And as for the others...well Tidus was Tidus, except now he appeared to be pining away for that Yuna girl. Che...love was such a Godawful thing. It nearly made him cringe whenever he detected those undernotes of disappointment everytime the blond failed to recognize her form amongst the crowd. A weakness if ever there was any, but at least he didn't bitch about it the way Goku did. Really. It was beginning to sound like a love-affair turned obsessive with the monkey-kid over there.

Then there was that other....blond. Sasuke hadn't really paid much attention to him. Had he even come with the others? It didn't matter. Tossing an annoyed glance at Goku, who was once again droning on and on about some retarded thing, the Snake prodigy let loose a low hiss of irritation. He had come here in an effort to get away from this. Yet, before he could catch the word, cafe had tumbled out of his mouth and Goku had gone all wide-eyed with love.

Sasuke had only himself to blame for this now. Seemed like he ended up telling himself that a lot, even though he never admitted it. Dark eyes iced over again as he turned them to the journal sitting neatly before him on the table.

"Did you really have to tag along?" he muttered out of annoyance.

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Ever since Yuna's announcement of her departure, Tidus had been looking for her avidly. He'd been getting a little more disappointed every time he scanned a crowd and didn't see her. 'I should put up a journal entry asking for her. I know she's got to be out there somewhere.' Still, he wouldn't let it get him down. She'd be there when she could. Maybe he should whistle...

Now he'd joined Sasuke and the others at the nearby café. A café meant food, and he could use that. Besides, it gave a better view of the people around than the hotel room did. He could keep an eye out on the crowds. Maybe that brown hair would be there among all the blonds. He could see her smile even then...

He shook his head, waking up from his daydream. He'd really ought to pay better attention to things. Uchiha's patience with him wouldn't last forever, especially since they had already narrowly avoided a few fights. He wondered why he was so cautious around Uchiha, anyway. Oh, right. Those eyes. That short temper. He was dangerous. And he was their only source of money at the moment. It wouldn't do to piss off Mister Charity himself.

And now there were others to think of, too. Goku and Hakkai, old friends from their home world, stuck together closely. He took a liking to Hakkai right away, though he was very quiet and it was often hard to tell what he was thinking. Tidus didn't quite know what to think of Edgar. He liked him, and he carried himself well, always dignified. He wasn't spastic and off the wall like Goku, and he wasn't dark and brooding like Uchiha. Maybe he'd find out their stories today. It was as good an opportunity as any.

And in answer to Uchiha's question... "Of course." He smiled. "We're a group. We've got to stick together!"

So Selphie had no sense of direction, big deal! Once she had been informed about the map on her journal, she was good to go! It involved a little more wandering on her part to find her way back to the main road, which made the perky brunette wish that these journals had some sort of GPS installed. Knowing her luck however, she'd break the journal trying to figure out to use the device.

After wandering about for a few minutes, she'd managed to successfully find her way back to the main road, giving a little leap for joy at the accomplishment on her part. This time, Selphie refused to stray from the main road as she passed some buildings that she had never seen. Granted, the girl only had experience with discerning with a stout clarity that all of the animals and plant life in this place were quite fake. That just didn't matter as maybe she could finally start a place with lots of people.

A cafe came into sight and those were normally filled to the brim with people as Selphie gave a whoop and ran the rest of the way to the cafe, but not before she tripped over her feet and tumbled gracelessly into the closest person, a head of bouncy brown hair knocking into the back of a young man's knee clothed in beige.

Goku had been glued to Hakkai’s side ever since the other’s appearance the night before, indulging in a certain nameless fear which hissed that the moment Goku looked away Hakkai would vanish, taking his only tie to Shangri-la with him: the monks were jerks, but he missed his friends. He had wanted to ask Hakkai the question which had been troubling him, rendering him somewhat uncharacteristically pensive…but only somewhat, in the sense that one could argue that deserts could get somewhat nippy in winter, nighttimes aside. (After all, Hakkai found him and it was more than he had before, and to an extent more than he had back where he came from.) This made him happy.

What made him happier still was the word café which had tumbled out of Sasuke’s mouth, fallen from his lips, almost unexpectedly. It was a good word.

After all, during his approximately forty-eight hour sojourn in the city of Paixao, Goku had experienced new foods that he had never even dreamed of. It was a magical adventure in the edibles, an exciting pilgrimage of taste sensations with a new delight in every bite. Milkshakes, as an example. Milkshakes were really tasty. (Even if Sasuke had balked at letting him have more than one.)

“Hak--!” Goku exclaimed as he suddenly vanished. (Except not really, as that would make Sasuke dance a jig of joy.)

What had happened instead was that Goku, like the word café, tumbled forward, propelled by a certain yellow-clad girl who had collided with his body. His voice had turned into a yelp as he fell, but Goku recovered quickly, having had extensive experience with hard impacts.

“Ow! Whaddya think you’re doing?” he spat out as he looked at his assaulter, which turned into a look of disbelief: her hair was funny. He paused, and then added, “Are you alright?”

Looking up, Selphie saw that she had not only tripped herself but she had also tackled over someone else in the process. It was pretty obvious to anyone who knew her that the brunette was a clutz by second nature but that didn't usually involved the killing of innocent bystanders.

"Uh... well... you see..." Selphie began with a giggle. "I finally found my way back to the main path because I got lost. And then someone told me that this journal thing," she pointed to it for emphasis, "had a map on it. So I found my way back to the main road and I seen the cafe. So I started running down the path when I tripped over my own feet and tumbled into you by accident. I'm so sorry!" she apologized quickly, head dipping in shame and embarassment. "You're not hurt are you?"

Miss Selphie...? Nobody called her Miss Selphie, not even those underneath her in rank back home at Garden. But the voice who asked her named (and got it right) sounded awfully familiar. Familiar to the point that she looked up and spotted a familiar face which cracked a large smile onto her face.

"Long time no see!" Selphie replied happily before her gaze drifted to Hakkai's friend. "And yes, I'm okay!"

He was short, but still taller than she was, with a weird crown thing on his head, golden eyes and spiky brown hair. Hopefully, this newcomer was as nice as Hakkai.

She smiled at them both. "Sorry..."

Goku was startled and somewhat surprised: Hakkai knew the girl who had tackled him...Selphie. (Weird name to go with her weird hair!) The chances of such a meeting were normally low. Then again, they had been pulled into a strange new city with people from a wide range of places, which had such astronomically low odds that it made meeting a chance acquaintance in a city normal by comparison. Weighing these things, as well as the odds of Sasuke being cranky and the fact that he had already stumbled across a random band of brand new friends through pure chance in the last fourty-eight hours, Goku paused, then mentally shrugged and went with the flow. He could ask Selphie where she was from and Hakkai how he met her and stuff like that later.

"I'm glad," he said and meant it. Oh...oh yeah. "I'm Goku!" Introductions, right.

He paused.

"So, how do ya two know each other?" If he had a tail, it would be wagging.

Technically, after all, five seconds later was still 'later.' Besides, the others were most likely being boring...weren't they?

Selphie giggled at Hakkai's action toward Goku as she stood up and dusted off her pants. It was just so cute as the perky brunette realized that these two were good friends. It saddened her a little bit to know that none of her friends were here, or if they were, they were doing a marvellous job of avoiding her.

She'd just have to make new friends to hang out with. Selphie thought now that if she had stayed with Hakkai she wouldn't have likely gotten lost for a few days like she had.

But instead of wandering down that path of being by herself (which she'd absolutely hated), Selphie nodded to Hakkai's statement about her and Goku being good friends. Goku reminded her of Zell in a way to be honest with herself.

"I think we'll get along too!" she replied with a sunny smile on her face, ever the optimist.

Tidus heard a commotion among the others and went to see what was going on. 'Goku probably knocked some lady over in his eagerness for milkshakes,' he thought, wondering also if he should offer an apology.

He listened in and was surprised to find out Hakkai knew the new girl, the one who'd tripped. She had the oddest hair Tidus had ever seen on a girl. He wondered how she got it to behave that way. Other than that, she was pretty, and she had a bright smile. Shaking his head, he moved closer to them.

"Everyone okay?" Tidus asked, looking over all three to make sure they were unhurt. Uchiha would just love having another person hanging around them, so maybe this would be quick and easy and the girl would be on her way again.

Dark eyes were quick to note the stop, hop, and skip into a tumble that was Selphie's arrival onto the cafe scene. As though that wasn't a good enough indicator of what he was to expect of this girl, the eager willingness to accept friendship with Goku [Dear God, Hakkai, stabbing the wounded with that suggestion. . .] was more than enough to seal his thoughts on that matter. In other words, things had just gotten worse.

Irritated, to a point beyond any he had experienced thus far here on Paixao, Sasuke turned his attention to his journal, and in a sudden fit of "This can't be happening", he typed out his annoyance onto the journal. Only to realize what a mistake that had been moments later when the flood of answers to his thoughts - why did morons insist on open their mouths...even the computerized ones? - spilled onto his screen in a flurry of notifications.

Sure, he could handle the first few. What was it with that Cid character? First the sexual advances, and now this?! Seconds dragged on and he continued to try and swat away the attention with a series of harsh comments and blood-lined threats. Only to realize, yet again, that idiocy knew no bounds. One slender brow twitched with irriation, lips twisting in an obvious sign of cracking control. He really was going to have to kill someone to get his point across, wasn't he?

And that was it. The cold facade shattered as a deep snarl of aggravation fled from his throat. He truly was surrounded by idiots.

Goku had many skills. Among these were the fact that he was able to devour seven meals in a day...and actually went hungry with anything less. He was also able to stuff an entire jar's worth of olives in his mouth: the real difficulty was keeping from eating them while doing the stuffing. He also got into all sorts of trouble and tumbled out of trouble once more, generally relatively unscathed, simply by believing that somehow or another things would turn out for the best. Goku also has a finely developed Anger Sense which tingled. This Anger Sense had been developed five hundred years ago, give or take, and had been refined rapidly in the subsequent years after his...release.

It was half the reason he wasn't dead yet, after all.

It was this anger sense which tingled, this intuitive sixth sense...though Sasuke's growl also helped to cue in the fact that the ninja wasn't in a 'happy' mood.

Torn between the urge to ask what was up and indulge his curiosity, and the urge to point and laugh at the disgruntled Sasuke, Goku opted for the former. Somehow, even the likes of Goku could learn, and he figured that they'd end up yelling anyways...at least if he asked first, he might know what was up before he got his shots in, you know? Otherwise he might enjoy the yelling, but he'd never know what was up. (Sure, the ass probably wouldn't say anyways, but it was worth a try.)

"Uh, what's up, Sasuke?" asked Goku.

That was when his stomach gurgled. (A milkshake wasn't really that filling, you know?)

His mind whirred quickly into action. Cid....he could live with. Somehow. Roxas...too damn innocent for his own good. Killing him would be like torturing a kitten with a broken leg. Lee...At this one Sasuke let loose a sigh that trembled with his rising anger. Rock Lee: the resident retard ninja of Konoha. If he ever found out who had told that idiot how to locate him, blood would be shed. Which brought him back to his original thought line - Who to kill to get his damn point across?

And that's when Fate threw him a bone. Some moron - and by moron, it was meant that this kid made Rock Lee look like a genius...and not just of hardwork - had decided to add their two worthless cents on his conversation - which was more like a insult fest gone horribly, horribly wrong - with Cid. This one had potential, and also happened to be at the old man's shop. Lips curved into the barest hints of a smile. Wickedly amused.

One wouldn't think it would be so easy to calm the Snake prodigy, but he had learned over the years to quickly rein in his temper. For the most part that was....Dark eyes shifted from the computer screen to the brown-haired shortness that was Goku.

"Tch...Nothing I care to tell you," he snarled, the dying embers of annoyance igniting along the trail of his words. Then that smile, that malice-drowned gesture suggesting he had picked up more than just jutsu techniques from Orochimaru, ghosted over his lips. Consider it Goku's lucky day. Sasuke had just found himself another annoying idiot to direct all his hatred at...that was until he located his brother.

Edgar was walking a step or two behind the group. Not because he didn't want to be with them or anything like that, he was just preoccupied. (What else is new, right?) He was looking intently down at his journal, those stubborn strands of hair hanging in his face. He reached up several times to brush them away, then eventually gave up.

Besides the map he'd already known about, the tiny machine apparently had some sort of recording feature which Edgar was dying to try. Luckily the strange pen could be used for it, since the keypad made little sense to him. Why in Paixao did the alphabet begin with "Q"? Just as he'd discovered what seemed to be a communal posting...thing, a slight commotion was going on ahead.

Being taller than the others had it's advantage. Edgar took a few steps to catch up with the group and craned his head over them to see what was going on. Someone had tripped or something it seemed, and suddenly he heard an unfamiliar voice speak. A female voice.

Edgar's eyes widened as he saw the young girl flash a cute smile at Hakkai. Were they an item or something? Nah, they couldn't be. Not judging by the way Hakkai addressed her. Edgar suddenly felt better than he had yet since arriving in Paixao. He strode forward gracefully, squeezing past the rest of the group.

Man, she was cute! Not the type Edgar usually preferred (the tall, sensual type), but all the same, a lady is a lady. Even one with a strange hairstyle. Sliding in front of Goku and Hakkai (Hopefully they won't think I'm rude...), Edgar bowed politely to the girl, flashed her a winning Edgar smile (tm), and gently took her hand, pressing it to his lips. "Edgar Figaro, at your service. Please let me know if there's anything I can do for you. And please grant me the privilage of knowing your name." You've still got it Eddie! ...Did I just call myself that?

And oh how Selphie did blush as this charming stranger kissed her hand. This was again one of those things that nobody had ever done to her before. Her cheeks burned as they got redder. "S-Selphie, sir." she stammered out, not sure how to act around this person. There was a completely different air around the striking blond so manners were the best way to go.

She smiled nervously at this person. Selphie was more than used to Irvine's method of flirting but experiencing something similar to it (but altogether completely different), unnerved the brunette. This man was too forward and it made her want to hide behind Hakkai like a young child would.

But she stayed in place, so much as not to be rude but it gave her a reason to ignore the loud mouth who had no sense of manners at all. It was best for Selphie to stayed in place, be polite and give off a good first impression. "It's nice to meet you." she said shyly.

Edgar's smile broadened slightly as Selphie blushed. He winked, letting go of her hand. He opened his mouth to speak, when suddenly Selphie's words hit him like a bucket of water to his face. Sir? She...she was just being polite, right? Oh god, what if she thinks I'm old! Do I look old?! Edgar's 27th birthday had not been spent stuffing himself with cake and alcohol. He'd spent most of the day in front of the mirror, swearing up and down that he was going gray.

Looking away from Selphie for a moment, Edgar tried his best to inconspicuously catch a glance at his reflection in the screen of his journal. Aside from being a little dishelveled from wandering around the few days he'd been in Paixao, he looked pretty good. Still, he made a mental note to lie if anyone asked him his age.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Edgar met Selphie's eyes again and smiled. "Please, call me Edgar. And the pleasure is mine." He said with a slight bow of his head.

Selphie smiled at him, more in relief of having her hand let go by him. She looked him over as he checked his reflection in the screen on his journal. You look fine, she thought to herself but didn't say aloud in case Edgar didn't want her opinion. Although, he didn't seem that bad, a shameless flirt maybe, but he didn't seem that bad. The fact that he was a little vain however was a bit of a turn off because Selphie did find him attractive. Maybe after they got know each other...?

"Okay Edgar," she replied with a nod. She couldn't help but laugh at his formal manner. "You're not like people from my world. We don't bow or anything like that. The place where I live, we salute each other or shake hands," she explained, but that didn't mean that she didn't know how to curtsey, but that required wearing a dress which Selphie didn't have on hand to wear. So in tradition of her own world, she extended her hand in a gesture to shake his hand.

She had to admit to herself now though, Edgar's upfront manner had definitely caught her off guard.

Well, I feel a little bit stupid. At least Sabin isn't here to see this...

"I uh, apologize if my formality is out of place here." He said with a shrug. "I had an...important job back home and it was required of me to learn and practice impeccable manners." He gestured with his hands as he spoke, tucking a bit of loose hair behind his ears. "Forgive me if I made you feel uncomfortable." He smiled again and shook her hand.

"You know..." He said thoughtfully, idly stroking his chin. "I don't usually just come up to women like this, but your beauty just entranced me." He stared into her eyes, but then blinked and looked away, laughing gently. "Ah, pardon me again for being awkward."

"Kinda figured," Goku muttered at Sasuke's reply, somewhat sullen. He turned to Selphie in order to explain that Sasuke wasn't really all that bad, he was just consistently irritated and bitter with a dark aura surrounding him...and sure, you could see how people would dislike the jerk, but he wasn't quite evil. This was when Edgar swept in and...uh...engaged her in conversation. After witnessing a brief exchange between the two, despite Selphie's somewhat desperate eyes and Edgar's lame lines, Goku quickly figured that this was something he didn't want to interrupt. (Make sure to invite him to the wedding! And get an extra cake for the monkey!)

This left the healer, the blond, and the bastard for him to talk to. The blond was a bit too lovesick for Goku's taste, and the bastard had a creepy grin which left Goku torn between running and screaming and pulling out Nyoi-bo and ramming it down Sasuke's throat. Thus, he defaulted to Hakkai.

"Uh, Hakkai," Goku said after shooting Selphie a reassuring grin which said 'Congrats on your new boyfriend' and/or 'Hollar if you really need a save.' "Do ya think anyone else is here? I've been lookin' but I haven't seen Sanzo or Gojyo." And he was starting to doubt that anyone else was around, but that was one of those things he'd rather die and say between the lovebirds, the lovesick, and Sasuke looking like a very happy panther.

It only took a few moments for Tidus to realize he either hadn't been heard, or was soundly being ignored. Edgar was being as debonair as he could and putting the moves on Selphie, who looked uncomfortable. And then there were Hakkai and Goku, friends with a certain understanding between them. It made talking to them awkward. There was Uchiha also... but after that really creepy growl that came from him just earlier, he wasn't going to try to talk to him.

'I'm holding together okay,' he thought, looking out a nearby window. Still no sign of Yuna. 'Maybe that's why they're ignoring me, because of all the talking I did about Yuna.' From now on, he'd only mention her if necessary. Though he really couldn't wait to see her. What was taking her so long? He hoped she didn't get lost.

And there was the machina to play with if he got really bored. He took it out and flipped it open. No word from Yuna, but it was interesting to check in on all the foreigners in Paixao. People were more open on the machina than they were in real life. Tidus looked up once, making sure he was still out of the spotlight before plunging into the machina's world again. At least it was something to do.

Except for grumpypants Sasuke (whom Selphie decided she would tread cautiously with. Snake bites hurt like a bitch so to speak), everyone seemed really nice. A little ostentatious maybe in certain characters, but the perky brunette was used to outlandish behaviour from almost all of her friends so it wasn't really that big of a deal to her. She was just content to not be lost anymore as she made a mental note to thank the person who had told her about the map. But first, she figured it'd be best to strike up some type of conversation that they all could be involved in!

"Hey everybody!!!" Selphie called out in a loud voice, loud enough for even Sasuke to hear. "I think that because we're all from different worlds and all that, that we've all got different experiences. So my idea is this; why don't we try to tell each other about where we're from. Maybe some of our worlds are similar, maybe they're not but it's definitely worth a shot!"

At least this way, Selphie thought to herself, others would be talking and she'd be more comfortable this way. "It'll be fun! And we can sit in the shade because that sun is really hot!"

The dark-haired Uchiha hair had reached quite the happy place for himself. Well, as happy as Sasuke got. Ok, so that wasn't really happiness, but more of that insane thrill of emotion at the chance to pin his frustrations on idiocy personified. Really, being stuck with this overly happy-go-lucky group was working over his sanity.

Needed to find Itachi. Or anyone other than Lee at this point. Someone to drive him to refocus on his only goal in life. And that's when Selphie's voice shattered that beautifully sadistic calm his mind had just achieved. It was enough to make him growl all over again.

Normally, he would have thought such a suggestion a half-decent idea. Only he just didn't care. He couldn't find any connection between him and these people. And he had absolutely no desire to talk about his situation, or what had been his situation back home.

With a callous glare, he carefully closed up his journal and spun about to face Selphie. "Then go away already. . . .Tch." Maybe she would drag the group with her, leaving him in peace to once again consider his situation.

[heir*]

"Sasuke's always that way, he's kinda a natural ass," Goku cheerfully told Selphie as he made ready to follow her, in a remarkably normal tone of voice...for Goku...but easily enough for Sasuke to overhear. (Half hoping the entire time that Sasuke would pick a fight, verbal or otherwise...ideally verbal, maybe with some punches.) "I still don't know what's his problem is and I've been with him the last couple of days." He paused, and then beamed. "I bet he heard from someone he didn't want to see or somethin'."

Which was a bit of a 'no shit' observation, as a great deal of Sasuke's irritation stemmed immediately after his usage of the journal machina.

Oh yes, the perky brunette thought to herself, everyone needs to be around this inconsiderate little bastard! With the more that Selphie thought about what Sasuke had just said to her and the way that he was treating everyone else around him, the angrier that Selphie was getting. The mercenary didn't let Seifer or anyone for that matter speak to her that way, there was no chance in hell that Sasuke would be the first to get away with such an immature act.

So she decided to do something about.

Walking past everyone and around the gate, Selphie sat next to Sasuke and stared directly at him. "I don't know where the hell you get off speaking to people like that, but it's not going to fly with me. You must think that you're some big shot, loneworl type of a guy, but you're not." She began harshly, tone perfectly level, deadly serious. "You are just a brazen, spoiled little child starving for attention and the only way that you'll get a fragment of attention is to act like a big baby waiting to have his diaper changed! So you know what Sasuke snugglebunny sweetiepie sugarplum of my dreams? Do the world a smidge of a favour and grow up already!"

With her mind thoroughly spoken, Selphie rose from her perch next to the whiny brat, the widest grin on her face in the process. Her hands gripped the railling as the SeeD hopped over it to go and stand with the people who knew the definition of respect.

But not before she stumbled forward for the second time that day.

Was that something new for Sasuke? No. He had, after all, been subjected to Uzumaki Naruto's verbal torments for years. Apparently the stupidity didn't change no matter what world you were from.

However, if, for a second, Selphie thought she was going to get away with such a statement, she was dead wrong. There wasn't anything about her to remind him of home, and consequently to save her. Well, except for one thing and one thing only: It was painfully obvious to him that she was the weaker of them. Still, he wasn't going to let that slide.

Meticulously packing away the journal, a double-check given to his kunai stash, Sasuke rose from his seat, the smallest hints of an irritated smile toying about the edges of his mouth. And then the gesture ceased to exist, lips pulling into a grim line. The Snake Prodigy blinked, revealing crimson stained eyes the next time they fell onto the girl.

Another blink of the eye, and he was behind her. Damn good ninja skills, and a lovely illusion of appearing to disappear and reappear in space. Truth was, Sasuke was just that fast. Even as a 13 year-old he had surpassed Lee in that respect with just one round of intensive Taijutsu training. God only knew what another 4 years had done to that speed.

Lips twitched into a smirk as he leaned over her shoulder, his Sharingan issuing a subtle threat to any other of their group who would dare stop him from whispering. Voice colder than an Artic windchill, he poured his words into her ear. "I really ought to throw you into a world of fucking torture for that. But you don't stand a chance against me. Weak and pathetic and honestly not worth the time I'm taking right now. The next time you wish to address me in such a manner, think again." Tone dropped, a dragonfly's whisper of words now, "I may very well skip the niceties and kill you."

That was it. Spun around sharply on his heels, and made for the hotel. He was getting his own room. Or better yet. Leaving the damn place. It was time to move on.

Edgar, who had become distracted again (ADD?), finding a small hole in his cape, looked up to see Selphie chiding Sasuke. He couldn't hear everything she was saying, but he smiled in amusement. Selphie wasn't like other girls he'd met. She reminded him a little of Celes, only more spunky.

Reaching up to tuck a bit of loose hair behind his ear, Edgar watched Selphie walk away from Sasuke, and moved to join her. However, he'd barely taken a step when suddenly Sasuke was close behind her. Edgar's eyes widened slightly. How'd he move so fast? He paused, taking another step forward. Edgar couldn't hear what he was saying, but he didn't like the look on Sasuke's face at all. However, just as he'd begun to stride forward, Sasuke was walking away.

Lips pursed, Edgar shot a quick look at Selphie, then followed Sasuke, reaching out and gently grabbing the man's shoulder. "Excuse me." Edgar's voice was gentle, but stern.

Just as Edgar's hand landed on his shoulder, Sasuke spun around. Eyes still burned that blood-drenched hue, cold and unrelenting as they stared at the face of the man he barely knew. Just another one of Goku's lost puppies as far as he was concerned.

With a snarl, his lips trembled into a tight smirk, his gaze speaking of the threat Edgar was on the verge of making a reality. And with movements as quick as his previous ones had been, a kunai was removed, and the point was settled at his jugular's midpoint. Just one little nudge.

"Don't touch me." Chilled, his tone just barely carrying that unbridled arrogance he was known for. Slowly, the Snake Prodigy was falling into that calmly efficient mode. Callously smooth in its desire for death. Unquestioned. Fully embraced.

And as quick as the weapon had appeared, it was gone, pocketed once more with its siblings. Sasuke shrugged his shoulder loose from Edgar's grasp. Again, began making his way back to the hotel. Anymore of these confrontations....What was it with people trying to play the hero?

Sasuke's gaze was enough to make Edgar forget what he'd wanted to say, and the voice was enough to send a chill down his spine. A chill that Edgar repressed since shivering just might drive the point of Sasuke's weapon into his throat.

Shit, why couldn't he have just thrown a punch or something? Who the hell is this guy really?

Edgar's lips parted, but he'd momentarily lost the nerve to speak. It was this kind of confrontation he feared above just about anything else. He never feared a straightforward fight. Hell, he didn't even get unnerved when the other person played dirty or clearly had the upper hand. But this...this was different. Edgar couldn't fight back.

A small breath left Edgar's lips as Sasuke's weapon was withdrawn. As Sasuke turned, Edgar rubbed as his throat as though imagining what could've happened. His eyes were fixed staring at Sasuke's back. Something about that man really unnerved Edgar. Even Kefka was animated, his eyes shining with malice. Not cold like Sasuke's.

Letting his hand fall back to his side, Edgar's normally carefree thoughts froze in a rare moment and he wondered how a character like Sasuke came to exist. What creates such coldness and abandon in someone?

This time, Tidus was quite clearly happy to be ignored! He'd been watching. How come the others didn't get that feeling from Uchiha, the one that explicitly said, 'do not fuck with me,' almost as if there had been a sign hung around Uchiha's neck?

Apparently they missed that vibe entirely. First Selphie crossed the line. Tidus approved of her courage in speaking her mind, but addressing it to Uchiha that way was a one-way ticket to disaster. He saw that when Uchiha moved faster than anyone or anything he'd ever seen in his life. That was frightening! Yet that display wasn't enough to intimidate Edgar, who caught Uchiha on the way out. Yet another faster-than-fast movement. Tidus could not believe what he saw, or rather, didn't see. 'Uchiha is completely a machina!' he thought in amazement, letting his mouth hang open in wonderment.

Tidus made no movement to stop Uchiha on his way out. Better to let him go on his own way. He looked around to the others, once he straightened out his thoughts enough to speak. 'That went well. At least no one got hurt.' He made a half-hearted smile. "Anyone want to go after him again?"

The monkey, being stupid, ran out after the ninja, with the intent of ~~beating him to death~~ talking over their issues.

What Goku did not know was that he'd be gone for a very long time.

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It's a whole new brand of Hell [Closed]

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To Goku

Carrying the message from the Clutz, to the rest of the party, domino style.

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To my hip homeys, Pimp Daddy Hak and S Dawg:

word, g unit.

wassuuuuuuuuuuuuuup!

Poking in!

Irritation ahoy!

Poking the irritated. The irritated Sassy snugglybunny of DARKNESS.

Why hello Monkey of Doom. Time to count your blessings!

Like grains of sand?

To braid your hair? :S

Re: To braid your hair? :S

(you forgot the posting thing Edgar! :O)

(It's because I'm so awesome that.....I fail I guess. :P)

XD I'll leave you two alone.

to goku, of course. :o

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to everybody!!! :D

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To the Dearest Prissy Bitch in the party but loud enough for everyone to hear.

To my dearest ray of fucking sunshine

This subject sucks.

To the one about to become my bitch

(Sexual frustration?)

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