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Post by Ayen on Jun 16, 2011 2:55:57 GMT -6
The suns shined down brightly on the beach as birds flew through the clear blue skies and nothing but the sounds of the peaceful blue ocean could be heard for miles as Luca Valentine walked across the warm brown beach sand. Her aqua blue hair and skyblue sparkling ankle-length juniors’ strapless dress blew in the wind as she felt sand between the toes of her bare feet. A faint glow surrounded the woman making her look simply divine as she lifted up her skirt above her ankles before the water splashed the ocean shore. Her feet now touching the water, Luca spun around slowly splashing about before the water returned to the sea and she allowed her skirt to drop as she continued down the sand, her wet feet already drying thanks to the heat of the suns.
The people brought here by the power of Maricul was still confused but for the most part they were beginning to take advantage of the things Utopia had to offer them so this gave Luca some time to herself. Some time to also enjoy all the life that Utopia had, a world truly unlike any other. After looking at all the beauty it was hard to believe Utopia was a mirrored world of a less perfect Genesis or that it was created from the remnants of destroyed worlds. The Arashi also held some credit to the creation of this world and Luca wondered, if it was still alive and not burning as a second sun, how The Arashi would feel about that fact. Luca looked up to the horizon and saw someone coming this way. Someone familiar. |
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Post by Shiro Kasumi on Jun 16, 2011 11:18:24 GMT -6
Shiro quietly stood on the shore. The gentle waves slowly moved and washed upon the beach. Cool water engulfed his feet for a few seconds and then drew back into the sea. The air was filled with the smell of the ocean and all of its beauty. It was a lovely day in paradise. The boy didn't know how he got here. It was so strange. This new world, filled with familiar faces and new ones at that too. Whatever happened to his own world? God, this was so confusing to him.
In his hand rested a very familiar shaped box. It was his violin case. Shiro wouldn't be caught dead without it. This little guy had always been with the boy even before he joined DMC. It was a little slice of home, well, the only item that reminded him of his past. Turning slowly, he began to walk along the beach. The heat seemed normal but Shiro is a cold person. Not cold as he emotional wise, though he could be at times, but temperature. Being an elemental half-demon and his main element ice comes in handy for these warm days.
However, his sapphire eyes locked onto a figure in the distance. Just by the shape, it was a female. Who was it? He kept slowly walking as the figure's details began to slowly become visible. No. It couldn't be. His eyes widened as he stopped a yard or so away. That hair, that dress, that face; it was Luca. The memories of her in New York filled his mind. The nice woman that took him in when he was alone and trying to get away from demon hunting. But how did she get here? Speechless and stunned, he stood there like the child he was. Wanting to say or do something but too shocked to do anything.
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Post by Ayen on Jun 16, 2011 15:16:53 GMT -6
A soft smile grew on Luca Valentine’s dedicate young features as her eyes was finally able to make out the man up on that horizon.
“Shiro.”
Her voice spoke the name with such tender loving care as she approached the male. Luca’s eyes taking notice of the changes he has endured since the last time they spoke. Shiro has grown by so much it made Luca wonder if it was really that long ago. It has only been a year since they played with violins in New York City within an realm quickly falling to hell but to Luca it felt like a lifetime.
“My, my, how you have grown. Let me look at you.”
Luca stood right in front of him now, her warm smile to the male never wavering as she gently brought her soft, warm, hands on the cheeks of Shiro. Ocean blue eyes looking the Half Demon over carefully as she took in every minor detail of his facial features.
“Such a handsome young man you’ve became.”
Luca removed the hands from his cheeks and took a step back to examine the rest of his body. It felt like a different person entirely stood before her. No way could it had only been a year since they last met. Maybe one year really did make all the difference. The boy became a man.
“Welcome to Utopia. It is very good to see you again.” |
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Post by Shiro Kasumi on Jun 16, 2011 20:53:56 GMT -6
All the Half Demon could do was blush deeply at her kind and gentle words. Her touch was so warm and welcoming, just how he remembered it. Such a warm touch on the cold skin of a demon. It's kinda funny. The sun and all of its power can shine down upon the boy and never once will he feel its warmth but her simple touch melted the ice around his heart. "I-I....I'm not handsome."[/b] He said.
How long has it been since he had seen her? It was a year but it felt like ages since that night in New York. She was so nice and beautiful, still is today though. He looked at her and smiled with his blush. "I-It's nice to see you too Luca."[/b]
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Post by Ayen on Jun 16, 2011 23:04:48 GMT -6
“And you’re modest too.”
Shiro was rather innocent for his age. Most boys his age would be trying to impress Luca after such a compliment, compliment her back and proceed to flirt with her. But not Shiro. His innocence only made him more attractive in her eye. It was amazing that someone with demon blood coursing through their veins could maintain their innocence to such an extent. Too bad a certain silver haired man she knew from another life couldn’t be a little more like that. Luca’s eyes then went down to see the violin case on his person.
“I see you still have your violin after all this time. Mine is back at the house. We should get together and play another round some time.”
Luca could still remember the last time they played their violins as if it was only yesterday. The soothing melody echoing within the voids of her mind as she smiled at the thought. Being able to relive that moment again, in front of a nice warm fireplace perhaps, would be great. The woman then realized that it was very possible Shiro had some questions regarding Utopia.
“Do you have anything you would like to ask about Utopia? I’ll answer your questions to the best of my ability.” |
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