``freaks like me

[Taro Miyagi]

said i’d move on

Chk, chk, chk. I cringe at each shake of the spray can in my hands, and yet the motion doesn’t cease. This is wrong, Taku; so wrong. I won’t listen this time; its too far, too much. Can it, wuss; we don’t care about your pointless morals. He shoots back; I can’t stand it. The remark isn’t even scathing, isn’t even intelligent, well worded; but I listen. I fall silent; petty or not, he’s loud enough to sound important, and his voice sends an ache throughout my head. It hurts too much, too much to ignore, to resist. I fall silent. That’s it, be a good little boy and do what yer told. And while yer at it, why don’t ya’ hurry it up, eh? Or maybe we should rethink lettin’ you be in control? The racket of the can increases as I shake the contents quicker; it’s all I have left, all I have left. Control of the body, that’s all I get. My body, I tell myself, my body.

’Nough already! Git sprayin’, it don’t need that much shakin’! Or are ya’ tryin’ ta’ pleasure it, eh? I feel the red rush to Taro’s cheeks, and I laugh, loud and boomin’, at the joke. Nice one, Tomo. He’s all happy for the praise, and Taro’s just gettin’ redder. Too bad, so sad. Poor, poor Taro, gettin’ ta’ control the body an’ all, it just must be so damned hard on ‘em. But at least he’s set ta’ listen now; I watch that damned statue, standin’ like it’s all important, so much damned better ‘en all us. Time it gets brought down; I’m sick of it. That idiot goat finally gets to work, shooting the black paint across the face of some southern hero of some past war. Tomo’s idea; apparently some anti-black guy, and here we turn him into the thing he hates most. Fittin’, if ya’ ask me.

Fittin’ indeed. Gen-er-al Robert E. Lee. Some big shot confederate hero, glorified an’ all. Nothin’ but a traitor an’ a racist, just like all these damned humans, hatin’ us fer what we are. If it were up ta’ me, I’d just as well shoot ‘em all up with this DNA, make ‘em all freaks like us. Startin’ here with Mr. Lee. Taro’s hatin’ this, but me, I’m lovin’ ev’ry second. ‘Least he ain’t chick’ning out none; he’s near ta’ painted the whole face now. An’ the hands, too; got ta’ make it all match. He don’t protest, but I know he’s not happy; fine, let him hate it all. S’long as he does it, it don’t make a difference. The face is covered now, and he shakes the can once more, hesitatin’ ‘fore pointin’ the can at the hands. Do it, wuss! He cringes, but listens. Good. The can starts to spray again. How’s it feel, General? Ta’ be a freak like the rest of us?

and i’d leave it alone

_{Taku Taro Tomo
They’ve all come out to play.
lyrics © yellowcard
Notes~ trying a new new style for these guys, so it’s all over the place, but I’m hoping it’ll get better xD open to anyone who’s willing to put up with my insane character, haha}

[Kitsune Aname]

What was she doing here again? Quite honestly, she didn't know. Last time she was here, she bought her beautiful silver bracelets that she was wearing now, actually. They jingled on her wrists as she walked. In her arms, she was carrying a cute little fox. He was her baby, pretty much and she loved him. Of course, she couldn't love other people, but she still could love animals. Not really love love, but love like a family member. She smiled to herself as she scratched Riku behind his ears. He wiggled in her arms happily and licked her chin. She giggled down at him, looking into his big eyes for a moment.

Kit didn't know where she was going, she was just walking around in the town square. She supposed maybe it was better than sitting on her butt at home. Exercise was always a good thing, and she needed to keep her body lookin' good. Riku began wiggling in her arms and she laughed softly, then it stopped abruptly when his little nails scratched her arm and he jumped out of her arms and ran off. "Riku!" she said and sighed. That little bugger was in trouble!

The little fox ran toward a statue with three men surrounding it. He whimpered, fluffy tail wagging as he ran around the three men, weaving in and out of their legs before sitting down near them and licking his paw. He cocked his head to one side and growled playfully before sitting quietly. "RIKU!" the sound of his angry owner sent him whimpering back to her, tail between legs. She was already close enough to him to grab him. Once she did, she held him in her arms and told him what a naughty boy he was just by glaring at him. He whined at her before quieting and staying still in her arms.

Kit then looked toward the three men, blinking. She noticed the spray cans they had. As she looked up to the statue, she raised a brow. One of her ears twitched as she moved toward them carefully. They must not have anything better to do if they're doing this to the statue. She flicked her fluffy tail and held Riku tighter, but not too tight. "Hello..." she said, "What are you doing?" She waited for a response, her tail curling around her thigh before resting behind her again, ears pricked forward.

[Taro Miyagi]

but before i walk out

I hate them for this, for making me do this, for coming up with this stupid idea in the first place. But I hate myself more, for listening to them, for letting them rule me like this. But what can I do? I don’t even know; Taku’s so much stronger. What can a weakling goat do against a lion? I don’t stand a chance. But I should try anyways, and I hate that I don’t, that I submit so easily. I wave the can slowly back and forth, coating the hands of the southern hero’s hands evenly with the black paint. I know Taku’s hoping for a fight, and if any southerner happens by this, he’s sure to get it, but I hope they don’t. So I jump when the fox comes running, thinking it’s a person, and dropping the can of paint so that it rolls away from my feet while the fox weaves itself between them. ”What…?” Pick up the can, ya’ idiot! It’s just some stupid cat. What, d’ya think yer done? Just fer that, we’re goin’ ta’ find ya’ another statue. And this time, ya’ have ta’ paint the whole thing, got it? I crouch hastily to pick up the can, fumbling for it as I nearly trip over the fox, only to drop it again when someone yells from behind me.

Ya’ idiot! Ya’ can’t do anythin’ right, can ya’?! Goin’ about an’ droppin’ damned near everythin’! Just give it up, I don’t even care about the stupid statues anymore. We got us a new toy. He looks, doesn’t want ta’, but he does it anyways. He turns right the hell around and stares at the girl. He’s still half to crawlin’ like he still cares ‘bout that stupid spray can; what a freakin’ idiot. ”H-hi, um…” Will ya’ listen ta’ that?! What an idiot, can’t even speak. Shut up, moron; let me do tha’ talking! Just what gave ya’ the idea you even could talk ta’ her, eh? I didn’t hear Taku say ya’ could, so what gave ya’ the right? Look’t that, Taku, the little kid thinks he can talk with the adults. I’s thinkin’ we ought ta’ break him of that. Yeah, yeah, you can it, too, ya’ lizard. I’ll deal wit’ him later; the girl’s more important. I don’t know what’s gotten’ them two idiots in ta’ thinkin’ they can talk all willy-nilly all a’sudden. Now stand up, ya’ look like a damned fool.

Seething. That’s the word. Seething. That damned idiot keeps thinkin’ he can keep bossin’ me around like that damned goat; he’ll learn soon enough. But if he wants ta’ waste our stupid time with some girl, he can go right ahead; I’m stayin’ the hell outta’ this one. At least he got that useless Taro standing up straight. ”Well, well, what’s this. Yer even more a freak then I am, ain’t ya’? Got the damned tail an’ all, didn’t ya’?” And he was calling Taro the fool; listen ta’ that load of crap, just makin’ a jerk outta’ himself. And that stupid chuckle of his, like he’s just told the best damned joke in the stupid world. Moron. ”And how freakin’ cute, ya’ match that fleabag of yers. Che. What’s this world comin’ ta’ when we’ve got stupid catwomen runnin’ all amuck, eh?” Hardehar, because she’s never heard that one before. Freakin’ idiot; only a matter a’ time ‘fore he’s comin’ ta’ me to do things right.

there is something that i need you to know

_{Taku Taro Tomo
They’ve all come out to play.
Lyrics © Yellowcard
Notes~ Hah, Taku’s a moron XD By the way, the bolded without quotations is them arguing in Taro’s head; only the bold with quotations is spoken out loud. And the voice will definitely change depending on who’s speaking, so Kit should be able to keep up with the different personalities, lol.}

[Kitsune Aname]

The man seemed to be taking forever just leaning over and getting a can of spray paint. It was as if he was debating or maybe he was just slow. Kit had startled him by accident in the first place. Maybe he was a shifter? She was curious now, but then again, she was always curious. There was nothing she could say or do to stop herself from being curious. She wasn't a cat, though, she was a fox. He finally spoke, giving her a small little hi, as if he were nervous or something. She smiled toward him sweetly and nodded her head, scratching Riku's neck.

He spoke again. She blinked. Okay, curioisity definitely killed the cat this time- or the fox, rather. He seemed rather nice at first, but maybe she was just simply fooled. Or maybe he was insane- yeah, maybe he just was. "Excuse me?" she said. Riku seemed to sense anger boiling inside of her and bared his little teeth toward the man. Kit held onto her little fox as hespoke again. "That is not nessecary. How dare you speak to me that way!" she said, almost stomping her foot like an angry bull. Her ears had flattened against her head. Oh, she was mad now. "I am not a catwoman, and my fox is not a fleabag. Why don't you take a look in the mirror yourself one of these days? Or do they all break when you do?" she hissed at him in pure annoyance and anger. God, this was going to be a rough day for her.

[Taro Miyagi]

i got lost in the blink of an eye

I don’t want to watch, don’t want to listen; why do they have to be like this? Why can’t I control them? They don’t have to start fights, don’t have to hurt people. Why do they act like they do? I stand there dumbly; I don’t even want to pay attention, to see what happens. But I should be running. I should just run now, leave her behind, so they can’t insult her, can’t get into a fight with her. But I can’t; I don’t want to find out what Taku would do if I tried something like that. I must be as worthless as they both say, if I can’t do better than this. I should’ve at least warned her, told her to get away herself; but it’s too late, too late. I don’t want to find out what they’ll try to do this time; I can only hope she’s strong enough, smart enough. Just don’t hit him, don’t start the fight. Please, don’t do it. I know Taku won’t hit first; Tomo never lets him, but all he needs is the slightest inclination that she’s going to take a swing, and he won’t stop. Please, just don’t do it. Don’t let him make you mad; just ignore him. Ignore him and walk away. Please, please. But I stay quiet. I don’t warn her, don’t tell her. I keep telling myself to do it, to speak up; to not let them have this time like any other, but the words don’t make it, and I stay silent.

Oh, ho, ho, will ya’ look’t that, boys. Kitty’s got some claws. What should we do ta’ her, eh? File ‘em all off? I’s thinkin’ she needs ta’ be taught some manners, don’t ya’ agree? I wait fer ‘em ta’ respond, only gettin’ pissed when they don’t. Oi! She ain’t that much of a cat ta’ have gotten yer tongues, is she? Speak up! And, ‘ey, wuss, stop daydreamin; get closer; I want a better look’t this one. He doesn’t talk, but he steps forward, all slow an’ reluctant, like it’s killin’ him ta’ haf’ta do it. Che, little wuss. I’m doin’ him a favor; he ought ta’ enjoy the view. I sure am. ’Ey! Tomo, I still ain’t heard from ya’; what d’ya say, eh? What ta’ do with this one? Yer sure ta’ have some idea over there, go ‘head an’ share it, then!

Just what did I say, hm? Only a matter ‘a time ‘till he’s beggin’ fer help. Says somethin’ stupid and gets hisself in some stupid trouble, an’ he wants me ta’ come dig his sorry self outta’ the mess. Che. Just ‘cause this girl’s not runnin’ scared of him like Taro, he can’t freakin’ stand it; and he can’t freakin’ make her afraid on his own, not with Taro in control. Him an’ his damned stupid strength; doesn’t get him all that far, now does it? Che. Guess I ought ta’ dig him out, though; he’s pissed at Taro now, I ought ta’ keep it that way. Well, look’t her, she thinks she’s real tough, don’t she? Ought ta’ make her cry, teach her she ain’t so tough. And I guess ya’ want me ta’ be doin’ that, eh? Che, don’t get cocky, idiot. But go ahead; and make it amusing, won’t ya’? I’m bored over here.Che, idiot. ”Oh, well, my mistake, yer right, it ain’t no fleabag. Even fleas wouldn’t bother livin’ on that crappy thing. Must take after ya’, ‘cause if ya’ ain’t catwoman, than ya’ must be some sort’ve mutt. If I were ya’, I would’ve taken catwomen; it’d serve ya’ best if folks thought you weren’t just another piece of trash outta’ some alley bitch and last week’s cast-out stud.” Taku’s laughin’ his damned head off, and none of that was even worth laughin’ over. I’ve hardly even got started; honest, this girl ain’t even worth tha’ trouble. Hardly worth pissin’ off tha’ other shifters; they ain’t the ones that think we’re freaks. But if it keeps the moron happy, then whatever. I just hope the fox gets smart and leaves ‘fore I actually have to try with any of this.

and i can never get back

_{Taku Taro Tomo
They’ve all come out to play.
Lyrics © Yellowcard
Notes~ Taku is far too easily amused xD}

[Kitsune Aname]

Eyebrows were now furrowed and she kept herself from squeezing her little fox to death. Oh, if only she could transform into a big bear or a lion, not a tiny little fox that people wouldn't be afraid of because she'd look so cute and innocent. Oh, how she really wished she could turn into a bear or a fricken whale to squish this man. Though, she was kind of thinking it wasn't just one person. Either that, or he was just insane. At first, he seemed rather kind and shy, but now he seems.. different, much different. Like, with a whole different personality and all. It was kind of weird, but it made her think and wonder if there was something more there than just one person- or if it was insanity.

Kit listened, again, to what he had to say and simply sighed, rolling her eyes. She wanted to grab her tail and squeeze it, but she could only squeeze the life out of her poor fox, whom she was already squeezing enough. She relaxed her arms and blew through her lips, ignoring everything the man said. If he wanted to insult her, then so be it. She wasn't going to get all depressed over something some freakshow said to her. "Go ahead, say what you want, but I'm not going to stand here and let you enjoy yourself." And with that, she gave a small 'hmph' and turned around, walking away. Riku looked back over her shoulder, but she pulled him back down into her arms, stroking his little head. Oh, if Kit knew some more people and had a posse, maybe this wouldn't be so hard. She thought that man was something totally different, but she was smart enough not to stand there and let him get a joy out of trying to put her down.

[Scarlett Oyasumi]

What a freak. What a freak, indeed. Scarlett was, nocturnal, if you will. One could say that by the looks of it, she even came across as being vampire-esque. Her pale skin looked as white as snow beneath the dull winter sun. Tufts of short ebony hair trembled at the base of her skull, cradling her face with slender black fingers. When she walked, it came to life upon her head. Her hair was an obsidian fire, thousands of individual flames igniting her face coolly, contrasting with the ivory shade of her cheeks. And, as if that wasn’t enough, her blood red eyes were surely freakish enough to make her stand out from any crowd of humans. Unfortunate, wasn’t it, when that was your primary goal. Crimson pools danced wildly in their sockets, casting nervous glances onto the faces of innocent pedestrians. It was a good thing she was invisible. Her hand reached up to her face, pushing her thick black sunglasses further up the crook of her nose. The lenses were huge, each one about three inches in width. They made her cherubic face shrink. Either way, she clung to them like they were essential; as if, if they fell off, she’d immediately forget how to breathe and would keel over right there in the middle of the sidewalk. Each time a person walked by, she’d jump about an inch to the side, clutching them even tighter and wrapping her jacket around herself tighter.

Oh, but she wouldn’t have been in this predicament in the first place if she’d been a bit luckier. Let’s see. This morning, she’d woken up just as normal. She went to the bathroom, took a shower, put some clothes on. The only thing left to do was to put her contacts in. That way, she could go to work. Oh, but of all the rotten things. Upon placing the contacts on the sink counter, she bumped them. The faucet had been on, and both crystal pieces were flushed away, down the drain so quickly Scarlett barely had time to gurgle before they were gone. Perhaps it was just karma. Oh well. She sighed, the puff of white from her breathe vanishing as she walked right past it. The contact store was just up the street, and a small smile broke her features.

But where would the fun be if her bad luck ended there? There was no way that was possible, ofcourse not. Just as she was approaching the shop, she heard a rather, loud, talk from two people by a statue. She stopped, hugging her jacket around her thin frame to view the two. It was a good thing nobody could see her eyes, because they were bugging out of their sockets now. “Of all the stupid things!” She muttered it to herself, her brows furrowing angrily as she growled beneath her breathe. This was, her job. She had to watch these shifters, and if they got into trouble she had to monitor it, bring them in. She sighed, pushing the glasses up once again. The contacts... they needed to wait.

She crossed the street, her feet stomping the pavement in a way that denoted fury. She stopped just a foot from Taro's face, staring right into his eyes through her glasses, which she still had a hand on to support them. She glanced back at the female with the tail as she spoke aswell, adressing them both.“Are you kidding me?! I've seen some stupid pranks in my day, but never... What the heck is going on here? Two shifters defacing city property?"

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[Taro Miyagi]

you were not there

I sigh, air rushing from my mouth in relief. Please, just keep going. That’s it, don’t even look back. But I can feel the tension; Taku is furious. Tomo seems not to care, but I know Taku can’t stand it, her walking away from us like this. Like we’re nothing, insignificant. Like we’re more freak than she is. And she’s right, I know she is, but Taku… Please, just keep going; no matter what he says. And I knew he would, he’d do anything he could. I could just see the wheels turning; he was trying to come up with something. Just keep going. Please, Taku…just, let her go. Quiet, so quiet; why can’t I be louder, assertive? His fury turns on me with a physical force, something I can feel throughout my body. Idiot! Are ya’ just goin’ ta’ stand here and let her do that?! What kind’ve’a moron are ya’! Get after her! And you! Snake, bring her back; I don’t care what ya’ haf’ta say, get her back here now! Don’t Tomo, please don’t. But I say nothing; it’s enough that I haven’t moved yet. I dare not go further. But please, Tomo, just don’t do it. ”Well, would ya’ look’t that, tail between the legs an’ all. That’s right, girl, ya’ best keep that mutt in hand; I’ve been lookin’ for some fur ta’ decorate my place with, and that’s just the right shade.” I cringe. Please, keep going, please. And then, before I know what hit me, she was there.

I’m glaring at that stupid catgirl when she appears, stickin’ her damned arrogant face right in front of me. Who the freak does she think she is? Stompin’ up here like some damned child and stickin’ her ugly face right to mine! Get rid of her! Do it now, you worthless goat! Sock her in that damned cocky face of hers! Just get rid of her! I feel him cringe away, cringe back to the statue, as though some whipped freakin’ dog tryin’ ta’ shelter itself. Freakin’ pathetic. And all the while she’s just there, accusin’ and actin’ like she’s so much better. Just like all the others, like we’re just some freak, some piece of trash. Well I won’t let them toss us aside. Hit her now or I swear I’ll do it myself! Taro, I swear I will! He’s shaking his head, too freakin’ scared to even speak ta’ me now; pathetic! ”Get outta’ my face, bitch! Back off now! Ain’t no freakin’ chivalry here; get away now!” She best move, she better freakin’ move, I ain’t just standin’ here and lettin’ her look down her freakin’ nose at us Taro, I swear, you hit her now or… ”Please, miss, please, just, step away, please.” What’s that damned idiot doing! Begging, like a freaking dog, begging her, her, that cocky bitch! Shut up, you idiot! Don’t freakin’ beg her, you coward! Pathetic! Useless! Not even worth a damned fart in the wind!

Idiots! The freakin’ both of ‘em, idiots. Taku’s about as pissed as he freakin’ gets, and Taro ain’t strong ‘nough ta’ stop him if he gets control. Freakin’ idiot shoulda’ just socked the girl when he had the chance. I ain’t wantin’ Taku ta’ have control any more’n he does; he shoulda’ just done it then. It woulda’ calmed him down, and we wouldn’t haf’ta deal with this mess. Freakin’ moron. Guess it’s up ta’ me ta’ calm the idiot down, ‘fore this turns ugly. ‘Least this one’s more worth it, not even a shifter, far’s I can tell. ”Ya’ best be movin’ on back, girl, or I’m liable ta’ thinkin’ yer here ta’ show me a good time. Or maybe that’s just what ya’ are here for, eh? Some alley slut here ta’ get a change from all the human trash ya’ put up with? Well, then, what’re ya’ waiting fer, eh? I ain’t got all damned day just ta’ set aside for some whore, but I’m willin’ ta’ fit ya’ in if yer quick.” That did it; all it takes, a swift comment, and that idiot lion’s back laughin’ his head off again. Freakin’ temper bled itself right fast; now just ta’ keep it gone. This stupid girl best not keep challengin’ him; that temper ain’t far off. Just back on up, now; only one of us here wants some damned fight, but that idiot’ll mess ya’ up good if ya’ don’t just back the hell off now.

when i needed to say

_{Taku Taro Tomo
They’ve all come out to play.
Lyrics © Yellowcard
Notes~ Temper, temper, Taku XDD Do you think that was enough provoking to tick Scarlett off, Ruby? Hah}

[Kitsune Aname]

Kit wasn't walking too quickly. She was curious to see if that psychotic man would follow her- at least, in her eyes, he was psychotic. Damn. However, she kept walking like she always did, beginning to calm down as a soft breeze brushed her cheek. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing her sapphrine eyes for only a half a second before reopening them. Then, she heard a voice in her direction, and she blinked to herself. Riku whimpered up at her and looked over her shoulder at the woman standing in front of the man. Oh damn, what now?

Turning around, Kit looked over in their direction before stepping quietly toward them. "Pardon?" she said, blinking her eyes again. Why, did this girl think she spray painted the statue? Oh dear lord, Kit hoped not. She's never done anything like that in her life, and wouldn't make an exception to do it now. "I didn't do anything. It was him," she spoke again, gesturing toward the man who had spoken oh-so-rudely to her. She listened to the man spit at the woman in harsh tones. Oh my. This was going to be interesting.


(( So sorry. Kinda short =/ ))

[Scarlett Oyasumi]

The air was thick with the fume of paint. Even to a human, the smell would be slightly overwhelming. To a girl with an inner wolf, the smell was nauseating. Blood flushed her cheeks, and she could feel the heat against her hand as she pushed the glasses further up her face. Wrinkling her nose to fight the smell, she rubbed it as she inspected the shifters’ handiwork. Poor Robert E. Lee. It would be a miracle if the town could get the paint off, and even if they managed to, he’d forever have a shadow on his grayscale skin. Besides that, if they found out who did it, surely the hoodlum would get quite the beating. It wasn’t like they’d chosen some random gargoyle to graffiti; no, they had to do it to Robert E. Lee. The war hero. The man most of these towns people regarded highly. A man that, should he be defaced in any way, would cause a decent amount of chaos. And surely, the hoodlums responsible would not go unpunished. Just the simple act of spraying his hands black was enough to cause a potential avalanche. The butterfly effect if you will. Oh, dear….

She let out a tiny breathe, tilting her head back to support the weight of the giant lenses. Her nose was raw now with the cold, and burned a light pink. She put her hands in her jacket pockets for warmth, watching the man intently. She knew who he was. Even a rookie at the FBI was able to place those such as him. Legendary shifters were, the pride and joy of her little foundation. Taro was a diamond amongst charcoal. However, he was, a mistake. The FBI failed to recognize him as such though, and this bothered her. To them, he was perfect. He was a machine that would aid them in war. But oh, he was so far from perfect. She had seen him, read his files, and it only confirmed her original beliefs. All shifters were freaks. There were no exceptions. And Taro was the freakiest of them all. A regular circus animal.

Even as he sputtered his sentences out at her, she was not frightened. He was a chimera, having three heads. Anyone as intelligent as her, with the ability to hold the information one reads from files, would know of his little condition. Poor man. Scarlett couldn’t pinpoint which part of him spoke each sentence, but she didn’t let herself seem afraid of the myriad of words. One couldn’t be afraid. He was just a freak. He couldn’t help that. As he spoke, she glanced over her shoulder for a moment. The fox girl was still there. Unlike Taro, Scarlett didn’t know who this girl was. She tended not to know too many shifters by name, only the ones who were important to the FBI. However, this little incident would not go unmarked. She seemed innocent enough, but managed to get herself mixed in with a crowd like Taro. Mistake. Scarlett shifted her weight, at this point bored with Taro’s argument with himself. She turned her body fully to the fox girl, listening to her. At least she spoke sensibly.

So, it was all Taro’s fault? Scarlett smiled lightly to herself, an inaudible chuckle escaping her. She tucked her chin towards her chest as she kept the laugh down, and the glasses slid ever so slightly. Quickly her hands fumbled to replace them, and she spun back around to face Taro once more. She found that she was just a foot away from him. Uncomfortable, but she wasn’t intimidated. She had never dealt with Taro head on, but she knew that anything less than complete authority would not do in this instance. The only way to overtake a puma is to bluff it, after all.

”Now why does this not surprise me?” Her voice, questioning and bold, was still mellow. It didn’t matter if she was demanding or screaming even, Scarlett’s voice always seemed to hold on to a timid air, like a flute amidst a sea of trumpets. However, her piercing red eyes were practically boring into his form through those lenses. Not that he could see them. ”You picked the wrong day, Taro Miyagi. Did you honestly think you could just spray paint this monument out in the open without anybody noticing- an FBI agent at that? Do you want to spend a day or two in prison? I could so easily arrange that. I’d be more than happy to organize your accommodations.”

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[Taro Miyagi]

do you feel like a man

Why? Why did they have to be like this? I couldn’t stop them, couldn’t quiet them; why was it like this? But all I could do was stand there, watching and listening as words not my own came pouring from my mouth, hateful, harmful words, words that would do nothing but cause grief, one way or another. I didn’t want to look, but I couldn’t help it; I had to know, had to check if she had made it away. And she hadn’t; why didn’t she leave? She could have, so easily, she should have kept walking; but now they were both involved. And Taku…bad things tended to happen when he got this angry. Tomo had calmed him, but I knew it wouldn’t last. It never lasted, never. He was mad now, even if it didn’t show, and it wouldn’t take much before all his blustering became action. I knew I couldn’t stop him, either. Why, though? Why did it have to be this way? And my glance; it was all it took; why, why did I have to look? Taku was concentrating on her again, splitting his attention, as much as it could be split, and I felt the flare of molten anger lash from him as she spoke. Please, just leave now, you can still leave, please, miss, please. But she didn’t, and Tomo’s fix lasted less time than I expected. Why? So many things were going wrong; why must everything be so wrong? Taku, please… but, what? I didn’t even know what to ask; no one thing could fix this. Nothing I could see, nothing he would ever do, would fix this. He didn’t have to quiet me this time; why couldn’t I be stronger, like him? But I didn’t want that; not really; I never wanted to be like him. And so I just stood there, waiting, watching; what more could I do?

I wish he’d jus’ shut ‘is stupid mouth; wish they all would; every one of ‘em. Every damned thing outta’ their damned mouths; it jus’ all needs ta’ stop. That stupid cat-bitch is still here, an’ still causin’ me trouble. Why the hell did she come here in the first place; why didn’t she jus’ leave? What a damned moron, damned freakin’ moron. And this other one, this stupid alley whore, whoever the hell she is, what the hell is she still doing in my face? And not even payin’ me attention! Like we’re nothing, nothing! What the hell is wrong with her? What the hell makes her so much damned better than me?! So much damned more special?! What, because she’s some damned FBI agent? What the hell does that mean? Her stupid people created us, you know freakin’ why? Because they weren’t damned good enough themselves! So they make us, and now what? They freakin’ think we’re damned freaks, shun us! What damned right do they have? Who the hell said they were so much freakin’ better?! And now she’s freakin’ threatenin’ me, like she’s so much better that she can do as she damned well pleases! What damned right does she have to put me, me, in jail?! I’m their freakin’ weapon, one of their best damned weapons; I should be spittin’ orders at her sorry ass, should be makin’ her do what I say! I’ll show her, that damned bitch, show her that I ain’t the piece of trash she thinks I am, show ‘er she ain’t gonna’ just march up her and start hollerin’ and get away with it. And if that damned Taro is too freakin’ much of a coward to do it, then I’ll damned well do it myself! I send her and that damned cocky look on her face cryin’ back to her stupid FBI, and she can take those damned stupid glasses the hell with her! I won’t stand this damned bitch! Taku…Taku, please, please don’t, please… Don’t, Taku; they’re too powerful, too many of ‘em. Shut the hell up! What the hell is wrong with the two of you?! Get yer damned heads on straight! These damned humans are our enemies! They’re the very damned ones we’re s’posed ta’ be out killin’! And yer both gonna’ tuck yer damned tails an’ let her do as she damned pleases?! Ta’ hell with ya’ both! I’ll take care of her myself!

Too much, too much; he jus’ ain’t strong ‘nough. And neither ‘m I. I hear Taro’s yelp, ‘is yell, but it ain’t makin’ no real sound; Taku ain’t gonna’ let him, not now. I just sit back an’ watch, feelin’ the change in the body; Taro ain’t stoppin’ him anymore, ain’t ‘nough to stop him. Like the damned lion he is, Taku just takes what he wants, no damned questions asked, not carin’ who he steps on. And he’s pissed now, more pissed ‘an usual; pissed ‘nough to actually back ‘is words. It don’t happen much, but here I am, watchin’ as he shoves Taro outta’ control and throws himself, body an’ all, inta’ a punch that lands his fist square’n her damned face. And when Taku’s this damned pissed, he ain’t holdin’ back none; not that he does much anyways, but sure as hell ain’t doin’ it now. I hear Taro’s wail, but it’s drowned out by my own yell. ”Miss! I’m so sorry! Are you ok? I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Damnit, Taku! You damned idiot! Yer supposed ta’ break her, not us, ya’ damned moron! What the hell! Can’t ya’ aim better’n that?! Shut the hell up! Yer ‘s bad as that damned useless goat! If he hadn’t gone so damned soft, it wouldn’ta been a damned problem! It ain’t my damned fault he ain’t smart ‘nough ta’ take care of ‘imself. Besides, it’s only a damned knuckle; the damned thing’ll heal; shut up yer damned cryin’. Both of you! Taro shuts up, I shut up; but the damned pain ain’t no freakin’ joke. The damned idiot broke a freakin’ knuckle, an’ now he leaves that damned Taro ta’ deal with it; she ain’t goin’ ta’ take that, and Taku ain’t in control no more. That damned Taro sure’s hell ain’t gonna’ be able ta’ take her. Damn that freakin’ idiot ta’ hell fer this!

when you push her around?

_{Taku Taro Tomo
They’ve all come out to play.
Lyrics © Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Notes~ Whoo, now things are getting interesting XD Ruby gave me permission to have Taku sock Scarlett, by the way, so no issue of powerplaying (besides, kinda hard to miss when she’s a foot away XD).}

[Taro Miyagi]

((....Kit? Ruby and I are waiting on you; don't leave poor Taro waiting just because Taku's a jerk XD))