Mix and Match, Take 1.

Here, I will be trying out some ideas by mixing my characters, seeing how I can get them to interact. So, if you don't like it, I'm afraid it's just a little bit too bad. ^_^ Enjoy, if you will.

Her vision was blurred by her forming and leaving tears, her left arm being bloodied and left almost useless to her, for it was, indeed, broken. A bit lower than her wrist, more like a miss of the elbow, hence the original target of the blow that caused it. She has bright green eyes and a usually blind innocence about her, but not so much right now. Her shoulder rests to a cool stone wall while she faces the cage-like door before her. This was, of course, the 'jail' of these times. Two, slim black cat-ears a placed to her head, lowered and pressing to her long, raven black hair and a long, black cattail was motionlessly at her side. Her clothing consisted of the color black, loose to her, and pretty much worn out by time. A slight ruffling and then a light whisper is heard behind her, at the only source of light there is, the barred window. Her blurred eyes look up to the window to see the facial features of a boy, he looked about sixteen years and had very pale skin. She also noticed that it was already nightfall. The boy appeared to have short, almost a blood red color of hair, and it was sticking up, as if it was always on end. What else she could see was a forest green colored tunic, and that was about it.

"I can't believe they actually chased you down.." The whispering from the boy is heard, he himself had light brown eyes and his gaze seemed to fall to her arm. "And they hurt you? Can you even move your arm?"

She couldn't really believe that the boy wasn't yelling the curses at her for the half demon inheratage that they seemingly believed as full. But to answer him, she lightly shakes her head, if she were to speak.. Her voice would quaver, possibly break, this was the quieter way to respond.

"Hmm.. It might be broken, my older brother knows a lot about medicine, he taught me some too. You are Kasuka, I believe?" He was asking her, he was being rough, or loud like the others had been.

She lightly nods as a reply, her tears having stopped, or slowed, rather. Her gaze to the boy that was speaking to her, he had some mark of sorts to his forehead, she couldn't tell what it meant though.

"I'm Rikkan, by the way, and I've come to help you, Kasuka. Don't you want out?" He was asking, and a lightness was to his eyes, almost a defiance, as in he would do this. "I'll only free you if you want to be."

She nods lightly, keeping her silence as in fear that the one there to watch her might wake with a sense as to not be too happy with the 'cat girl' as they call her, getting help, or attention. But this was it, she was going to be freed!

Behind her eyes.

She knows they are gone.

She knew they would go since the beginning,
Before it all started.

She may smile,
But behind her eyes she is crushed,
It always happens.. It will always happen.

First the one she was to call father,
Then the one she was to call mother.

They all left her.

Even though they have left her side,
She smiles.

Behind her eyes,
Her smile is meaningless,
The effect of the loss far too much.

Those around her will never know,
Her eyes misguide them by being alight.

It isn't her place to feel pain.

No,
She is expected from too much now.

Life as it is isn't in her favor,
But she smiles,
Her eyes hiding it all.

Hypocrite.

She tells them to do one thing,
And she does the other.

She tells them it isn't nice,
She tells them not to do whatever it may be,
But that doesn't stop her.

'It isn't right!',
They say.

She tells her own story, and here it goes.

I tell them one thing,
While I indeed do the other.

I tell them the bad of what can happen.

I tell them the bad, the consequences,
But I do not follow them myself.

Why I do not follow them,
Is for me to know,
And for you, finally, to know as well.

I tell the lot of you one thing,
I tell you the downfall.

Let's back-track.

I told you the downfall,
Now, how could I truly know that?

I tell you what will happen,
Before it can,
Is that correct?

I tell you, and of course,
It happens.

Because it has happened to me.

It has happened to me,
And I would prefer it not to happen to you.

Not to plague you while you stand before us all,
Not to bother your rising spirits,
Not to detroy your hope.

I do this simply because it will happen,
And I haven't figured out how to make it stop.

Really, it's that simple.

I couldn't stop,
But you have the chance.

Here was her story.

A story you can believe,
Or forget even was posted.

She told her part on the matter,
She told the honest truth,
How about your turn?

A storm.

After a storm there is a calm.

A time in which nothing is active,
Damage done while silence is kept.

The damage is weighed against the previous condition,
Once it is weighed,
Only then can the true healing begin.

By healing a strength is made,
A resistance to urther storms.

For we all learn from our mistakes.

Testing, and,
Learning.

Forever to use methods formed from mistakes,
Methods we all use,
After our storms.

The storm comes,
And passes.

We all strengthen and over power our storms, in good time.