THIS IS A 1X1 RP WITH ZEXION/IENZO, SO GTFO.

THIS IS A 1X1 RP WITH ZEXION/IENZO, SO GTFO.



His name is Shuriken.
Her name is Katana.
They're brother and sister, but they were orphaned.
A man named Xander has taken care of the from day one.
He taught them everything.
How to read, write, and fight. They took his teachings to heart.
~
Xander's dead.
And Shuriken is to blame. Or at least, that's what everyone thinks. But he didn't do it.
Sure, his fingerprints were found on the shurikens that pierced Xanders body. Sure, the print left from his boots was found on the ground outside. And sure, there was Shurikens blood on the chain link fence.
But he didn't do it.
He didn't give a damn what anyone thought.
[align=center]He.
Didn't.
Do it. [/align]

But he was on the run anyway. From the police. And from his sister. And from people he didn't even know, but in acts of vigilantism, were after him anyway.
Maybe, if he hadn't ran, then he could of explained to the authorities. But no... his thoughts were to clouded. His rage to great. His sadness overwhelming, so he ran.
There was never anything he did that he regretted more than this.
And there was no turning back from it.

Destiny hadn't always been a criminal. Her days as a Hunter once were clean--a fresh start that she intended only for the good and justice of society. She had wanted to be a savior, someone who earned money by catching the worlds worst criminals.

 

A hero.

 

What a load of bull. Though intentions were good the result was bitter. She was inexperienced. She should have known better. False information was a common occurrence and it had been over looked. The cost was a life, the life of an innocent not even quite 13 and that had been that. Her days as a Hunter faded to dark as she became known as a murderer for money. A Snatcher, a Vulture more or less. She had many nicknames but she was just a simple girl who could fight. A simple girl by the name if Destiny with a destiny that didn't seem so bright. All because of that choice, that mistake.

Shuriken was sitting in a dark place. Shivering. He was cold. And lonely.

He only had 92 dollars. Not much good anyway, seen as how he couldn't step into public without being spotted immediately.

But he had to keep moving. The cops would close in. It was only a matter of time.

Destiny twitched. Her brow was crinkled in irritation, eyes closed shut as she focused on calming her thin nerves which were being grated with every passing second. Silence. She twitched again. The ebony haired Hunter slid her eyes open, deep violet orbs scanning the area around her for the umpteenth time. She had been waiting for what seemed like an eternity (which was really only an hour) and still her mind was restless, body aching for the Hunt. She needed money to pay for her supplies (she was running low in food and spare clothes). But she couldn't get on the move until she knew his location. Or at least his general area if residence.

 

"Jesus Christ what is taking so long..?" Destiny growled j der her breath, fighting back a string of obscenities and only settling for one. She wasn't ticked off yet. Nor was she in the mood for a certain someone to scold her yet again for foul language and "disruption of her Sensing". Please...god forbid someone sneezed or something...

Shuriken felt around his chest, finding the belt that attached the sheath of a katana on his back, he brushed his finger against his Shurikens...

"They're all there." he said to himself.

And then he was on the move again.

She began pacing silently. Destiny hated pacing--no. She hated waiting for others. And man was she being forced to wait this time. Not even for a quick moment. No, a whole hour! An hour! How could she possibly be taking so long? How hard was it to track one tiny runt of the litter? There's no one like him? She glanced momentarily over at the curtained entrance of the "shrine", biting her lip. Did she really wanna go in there now though? Chances were "she" wouldn't be to happy on an interruption, not when this far into a Seeking. Yet Destiny's stubbornness popped.

 

"To hell with it." She mumbled, shaking her head and stomping over to entrance pulling aside the curtain. And was promptly greeted by a narrow hit to the face from a crystalized, glass ball.

 

"I told you to wait until I was done dammit."

Shuriken was in a forest. A dark forest. With tree's so thick that light was drowned out completely.

It was perfect.

He sat on the ground. Trying to think...

What would Xander do?

That was a mystery even to him.

Shuriken wouldn't make a fire, then someone could see it. He couldn't hunt, someone might hear him.

This place was perfect... he didn't want to compromise this sanctuary until he absolutely had to.

 

Then he felt something. A shiver down his spine. Someone was watching him.

"Katana..." he said out loud. Something instinctual telling him that it was her.

It was pitch black out in this forest, but Shuriken had well trained eyes. He could see Katana drop down from the limbs of a nearby tree, her dark brown (almost black) hair flowing, the smallest light in this godforsaken place catching her brilliant golden eyes just right.

 

She said something... "Shuriken, did you really- I mean... I don't want to believe that you would-" Katana was almost crying.

"I didn't kill him, Kat." Shuriken said, using his nickname for her. "but someone sure wants you, and everyone else, to believe that I did."

Destiny scowled at the flying glass ball now shattered that had been hurdled at. Great, another thing to pay for. What did everyone thin being a Hunter was easy? No, money did not come from her arse yet a certain someone was content on throwing any object (and breaking it) to remain content and have her peace. Destiny knew that she should have knocked or something first but it wasn't entirely her fault that her partner was so on edge recently and having issues with her abilities.

 

"Those aren't cheap y'know, Lailex." The onyx haired female stated, pointing down at the pieces of scattered diamond (yes, diamond, not glass) that glittered just barely under the dim lighting of the interior. In the back of the room kneeling in front of a small table and currently leering with distaste at Destiny was a teenage girl by the age of 18 give or take. Her eyes were a bright, almost pale, striking blue and were laced with small, ornate hewed at the corner of her eyes. Lavender eye shadow and mascara made her eyes pop, the frustrated glint mixed with exasperation shimmering. Her lips were pursed, glossed ever so slightly tocontrast with her pale skin. A headpiece of see-through lavender cloth reaching the floor behind her was draped like a hood over her head yet not concealing her features and was embroidered with crystalline beads and small golden chips. The teen's dress rode up, draping around her thighs but if she were to stand it'd reach her knees no doubt. She was currently barefooted but white, 1/2 inch sandals were by her side. Lailex.

 

"Well I apologize if I have begun Tigris tired of your constant nagging! How do expect me to see anything if you cotinuously interrupt?!" Destiny narrowed her violet eyes, throwing her hands up in frustration, her straight and smooth black hair following the motion.

 

"You're a Seeker! It doesn't take an hour to find one most-known-fugitive on the run in Cleavewater Bay! That was even your hometown before I found you!"