Falling Into A Deep, Quiet Slumber, Reserved for Lessien
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Hiko shrugged. "At times," he said lightly. He lifted the sword to his lap and absently ran his fingers along the designs, soaking in the memories. "Why, do you?"
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Along the staircase, I dream to hear you, In a whisper quiet room, Space for thinking, Space to scream to, But the echoes sound like you, Not the stars at night, In a pitch black sky, I don't know just wants to see you But the time is right and it only flies
This could be, this could be the last time
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"Well, I have learned many types, including karate, kung fu, some kendo, and... oh, and ninjutsu. There are many more areas I have studied, but those are the ones I practice most." He shifted and took another drink from his water.
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Along the staircase, I dream to hear you, In a whisper quiet room, Space for thinking, Space to scream to, But the echoes sound like you, Not the stars at night, In a pitch black sky, I don't know just wants to see you But the time is right and it only flies
This could be, this could be the last time
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"Only a month," he said, glancing at the boxes. "I am originally from Japan."
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Along the staircase, I dream to hear you, In a whisper quiet room, Space for thinking, Space to scream to, But the echoes sound like you, Not the stars at night, In a pitch black sky, I don't know just wants to see you But the time is right and it only flies
This could be, this could be the last time
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Hiko pushed up the sleeve of his leather jacket and glanced at his watch. It read 9:47. "Your... dorms, where you're staying, they don't impose any kind of curfew do they?" he asked.
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Along the staircase, I dream to hear you, In a whisper quiet room, Space for thinking, Space to scream to, But the echoes sound like you, Not the stars at night, In a pitch black sky, I don't know just wants to see you But the time is right and it only flies
This could be, this could be the last time
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"Anytime," Hiko said quietly. He stood and ran a hand through his hair. "I should probably give you a ride back," he said, placing the katana carefully on the couch. "In case anything- well I don't know why, but it would be a good idea."
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Along the staircase, I dream to hear you, In a whisper quiet room, Space for thinking, Space to scream to, But the echoes sound like you, Not the stars at night, In a pitch black sky, I don't know just wants to see you But the time is right and it only flies
This could be, this could be the last time
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Hiko took Layla back to her "academy", not saying much along the way. He slowly pulled up to the entrance and turned his bike off. "Well, here we are," he said, his face reserved. "Helmet." He glanced around at the deserted streets; something felt wrong.
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Along the staircase, I dream to hear you, In a whisper quiet room, Space for thinking, Space to scream to, But the echoes sound like you, Not the stars at night, In a pitch black sky, I don't know just wants to see you But the time is right and it only flies
This could be, this could be the last time
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Layla took the helmet it off and handed it to him, placing a handon his shoulder lightly as she swung her leg over the bike. "Thanks," she replied, looking about the parking lot. She made a face and slowly began to take off her gloves, tucking them into her back pocket of her jeans. Something, indeed, didn't feel right. Layla began to make her way across the parking lot, glancing up at the dorm windows. In one, there was a dim light on. She had always left it on, not liking the feeling of coming home to a pitch dark room alot of the times.
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 -"Its like nuts and bolts - If the rider's nuts, the horse bolts" -Gabs and I: *shudders* Non-horse people... -"I'd rather wear faded Wranglers than Designer jeans."
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Hiko lowered his voice, though he wasn't sure why. "I'll wait here, until you're inside," he said, his keen eyes scanning the darkness around them. Gathering his energy, he pushed some of it away so there was a clearer path leading up to the building.
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Along the staircase, I dream to hear you, In a whisper quiet room, Space for thinking, Space to scream to, But the echoes sound like you, Not the stars at night, In a pitch black sky, I don't know just wants to see you But the time is right and it only flies
This could be, this could be the last time
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Nodding to himself, Hiko quietly pulled away. He stopped in front of his apartment and slowly climbed off his bike, and clipped the helmet to the back.
"Hiko..." A silvery voice whispered from behind him.
He tensed and swung around. "Who is there?" he said, his voice soft but commanding.
Slowly, a girl appeared in front of him. Although there was no moonlight, she glowed slightly, her long blonde hair cascading over her thin form. A thin smile curved her lips. "My old... friend," she said.
"Aveena?" Hiko asked incredulously.
She didn't respond. The answer was obvious enough. "Let us go inside," she said, and glided past him as if she knew exactly where to go.
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Along the staircase, I dream to hear you, In a whisper quiet room, Space for thinking, Space to scream to, But the echoes sound like you, Not the stars at night, In a pitch black sky, I don't know just wants to see you But the time is right and it only flies
This could be, this could be the last time
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