it's in my head, it's in my veins, in my heart and in my lungs~

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

The laughter is echoing down the hallways, utterly, utterly amused. There are the sounds of a scuffle, of things hitting walls, murmured taunts

--a sharp cry of pain, a young voice crying out.

Silence.

A giggle, and more clearly.

"My win~"

Turn the corner, and there is blood on the walls - not much, a little splatter here and there, decorating the knives sunk into the plaster. A fight has taken place in this narrow corridor. Quick, violent, not enough room to maneuver properly, hits taken on both sides. A white-clad 1412 leans over an unconscious Conan on the floor, his face broken by a grin.

Come and interrupt him, if you dare~

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[stagingstorms.livejournal.com]

"Lost what?" Aoko bobbed her head to the right in confusion. She didn't understand this at all. It was just too much for her. "Just because he lost something doesn't mean he deserves to be injured!"

Shaking her head, she continued on, her voice now softer. "It's just wrong."

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

"It's wrong, is it?" His voice was dangerously soft, taking slow steps towards Aoko, a predator's grace to his movements. "Shouldn't the little miss be trying to stop me?"