Music Of The Night...

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It was quite a silent night indeed. It couldn't be any later than midnight nor earlier then 10pm. The weather was a bit cool and the coolness would have not been known. That is, if it wasn’t for the slight gust of wind that would blow by ever so gently every few moments. It was as if it was a cold caress of sorts. Once you felt it, it would disappear as if it was never there. A shadow just moved across the streets. But there was no one on the street itself to make the shadow. No, the one who belongs to that shadow was high up. The person was moving from roof to roof of these tall buildings. The owner of the mysterious shadow was no pet. It was too big to be called one. It moved as graceful as a feline as it leapt. It’s pace not slowing. It wasn’t shaken at all as it would land. It was as if this being was made to do such things. But it wasn’t fully quite as it moved. It had a soft and sweet voice, it was very feminine. That’s right, this was a woman who was doing this acrobatics that no mere person can do. Not only was this mysterious female doing this. But she was also singing as well. Her voice sounded that of an angel of sorts. She couldn’t be seen. She was hidden within the shadows of the buildings. It was almost as if she was a mere spirit instead of a real living being. It wasn’t until the clouds in the starless night sky started to move that she could be seen. But this was only if someone wanted to see her. If you weren’t looking for her, then you would never see her. As soon as the clouds moved, the moonlight would shine down onto her. The female stopped as she looked up at the moon. “Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses.” She sang softly as she moved her glowing golden gaze from the silent full moon down to the streets. “Slowly, gently. Night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it, sense it. Tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day. Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light. And listen to the music of the night.” She continued to sing as she started to move again. This female was dark skinned. Almost the color of coffee when cream is mixed in with it. Her visual age seems to be that of a young woman in her early twenties. Her long deep purple almost black hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. She was wearing a backless, black sleeveless undershirt, an orange over-shirt with two white straps on each shoulder, a large beige sash around her waist, black stretch pants and long beige wrist warmers, secured by bands, and long beige leg warmers with light brown shoes. It was no wonder why she was hidden so secretly and efficiently from sight. She even had a satin black cat collar with a golden bell on her throat. It covered up something that made her different then the others. It covered up the sign that she was an alchemist.

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It was a moon light night and a presence could be felt by those trained in such art. It felt strong but Amane was unsure if it was who he was looking for but he had to be sure. He was about a few yards from the presence. He had to act quickly so he stood and waited directly in the path the presence was taking. He stared at the directed the presence was coming from and his right foot started to rap on the roof of cement.

Said tapping was deep and repeated. It was almost like a key to unlock the secrets of your mind. Those who heard it sometimes became warped and twisted while others were merely hypnotized by it. It seemed to have the opacity to warp even the most pure of minds while make sane the most demented. It wasn't his intention to warp the minds of others but it just happened that way.

His attention shifted a little as he heard a feminine voice. It was angelic and carried a little ways and then he saw the figure the presence belonged to. He continued to stand there, still rapping on the roof directly in her way. It was true that it was a female assassin he was after but other than that it was unclear of anything. She could be an alchemist she could be a songstress.

Amane didn't know but he did know she was good at hand to hand combat, and Amane wasn't going to let that be an option.

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“Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams! Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before! Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar! And you'll live as you've never lived before.” She continued to sing as she moved along the roof tops. Her golden eyes narrowed some as she saw in the distance a figure of someone. As she got closer she noticed that it was a male. He was directly in her way on the roof top. His right foot was starting to grate onto her nerves as it rapped over and over again on the roof top. Not only that, but he most likely heard her sing. That was what made her even more annoyed. She hated when others heard her sing or watched her dance. Sure she loved to do both. And she had the skills of a master in both areas. But it made her feel so vulnerable whenever others knew of this and would watch her.

“Heh. Looks like the fun will begin soon. I hope he’s not some weakling. Wouldn’t make it as much fun for me when I kick his scrawny ass.” She thought to herself as her lips pulled into a light smirk. She didn’t slow down her pace at all as she got closer and closer to him. Once she was a few feet away from him she used her legs to jump higher then usual. She was aiming for a kick at him. “It’s rude to be in someone’s way. Also rude to listen in to something that does not concern you in the least.” She said as she looked down at him. Her golden hues where sharp and glowing slightly in the moonlight. She was in a fighting mood now, but she wasn’t going to kill him. No, she was just going to beat him up and teach him a lesson in manners. The heel of her left foot was aiming for the male’s right temple. With the force and speed she was moving at, if he didn’t dodge then at best he would just suffer from a brain concussion or just be knocked out. The worst possibility is that she can sever the artery there and either cause him to go into a coma or even death. While this was happening she was getting her hands ready to lash out at him as well. She was indeed adept in the use of martial arts and she wasn’t afraid to use it. She moved her left hand do a follow-up palm-heel strike to his chin.

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The rapping got louder as she got closer. Finally she aimed an attack to him. When she reached about a few meters Amane's image dissipated and loud thuds could be heard. Debris and smoke lifted up as the places under those debris and smoke were impacted with something. Finally stopping he reappeared behind her, his sword drawn and off to the side. He was bent and leaning forward. The blade in his right hand and out towards his right.

The blade of the Sword was facing the opposite way and he had aimed a slash attack at her stomach. But it was not a true slash. No it was simply a bash as he used the blunt end of the sword to strike her. His eyes were dead straight and not wavering. slowly he stood up and sheathed his blade. After which he simply stood there and stared ahead, not speaking but ready for any attack that would come his way.

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Enrya’s eyes opened some as her target’s image dissipated. She heard the loud thuds of his feet on the ground. But when she glanced around her, she didn’t see where his feet were. She held her breath some as debris and smoke lifted up. They came right from where the male once stood before her. But where was he now? How was he able to move that quickly? Then from the corner of her eye, she caught some movement. It looked like a few strands of silver colored hair. She turned her head a bit to left so she could look over her left shoulder. The male was right behind her. He had a weapon in his right hand. It was a sword of some sort. She narrowed her golden eyes some as she looked into his own olive green hues. Her body was tightened up as she agiley moved and twisted her body to the side, but she felt the brush of a smack to her stomach. If he had truly slashed at her belly, she would have gotten a small scratch or cut there. Nothing serious really.

As she was finishing in twisting her body, like that much of a feline, she landed on her feet a few meters away from him. She placed her hands on her hips some as she looked back at him silently. She moved her golden hues up and down his body. This wasn’t done in a sexual manner at all. She was just scanning him in a way as to read him like a book per say. “Heh. Good. You’re not a weakling. You even got my stomach a bit.” She said as she finally smirked. As she smirked, she bared her lengthened incisors some. It wasn’t fully sharpened like an animal’s. But it wasn’t like what people normally had them. “Who are you and why are you here?” She asked him as she took her hands off of her hips. She crossed her left arm over her right as they went to the front of her chest. She didn’t care if this male answered or not. She was merely being polite in a way. Even as she stood there before him and had a smirk on her lips, she was ready for any attack that he might make. Her golden gaze locked onto his olive green one as she waited for him to speak.

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Long silver hair. Olive green eyes. Long silver coat. Black leather jeans. A black shirt and black boots. This is what the man standing there wore as he took in the occurrences of what just happened. He had missed, by in large his target. He had aimed to leave quite the mark but then again his opponent was a woman which would explain the push. Sheathing his blade he stood there. He stood, staring at the goddess with her gold like eyes.

He heard and acknowledged her question and responded by bowing slightly. "Ichikawa, Amane ichikawa." After he had risen he looked for a moment to his right and when he rounded back to looking at her head on he spoke to answer her other question. "I am after a female bandit. One of great skill to be able to encourage my arrival. She has quite the bounty on her head that she does." After this he slowly started to walk to her. stopping a few feet from her he stared at her for several moments and finally spoke a third time.

"I see. Well, you are not my target that you aren't. You are a goddess, one who could never be a wanted criminal." After he said this he smiled and started to walk away but stopped mid walk and turned a second. "One with a siren's voice and the looks to match. If the stars could feel emotion they would certainly cry at the sight of your beauty that they would." After he spoke he simply went on his way. His standard set of blades at his side with his Tanto tucked into his coat. The blades were ancient and made well as they have stood the test of time and still have yet to break. Indeed these blades were made by a master sword smith and a master sword master.

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Enrya rose one of her brows as she continued to watch the male before her. He was uniquely dressed, but then again so was she. He was taller she was, enough for her to tip her head back some if she were to stand toe to toe with him. His clothes were mainly in colors such as that of black and silver. The black parts of his outfit brought out the silver color of his hair. While the silver parts of his outfit brought out those olive green eyes of his. She watched him as he just stared at her. She was a bit unnerved by the staring, as she was never stared at before. But she made sure not to let him see that. She watched him sheath his blade, which made her relax some. Though she still kept her body ready to spring if need be. Better to be safe then sorry.

She blinked some as he bowed slightly to her as he responded to her question of his identity. She hasn’t heard of him before. But of course she tends to keep to herself. She really didn’t know who to trust and what not at the moment. So the best way to protect herself was to be hidden from the others. At least until she can really and truly trust someone. She kept her golden eyes on him as he got back to his full height and looked to the side before he looked right at her. Her eyes got a bit lighter as he spoke about the reason of exactly why he was there. It would also explain why he was in her way. He thought she was this female bandit. Little to say, she was in search of this same female bandit as well. She has noticed that his speech pattern was as unique as his overall looks. It was English, but it wasn’t proper English. Either way, she understood him and that’s all that matters.

She watched him some more as he walked closer to her. She tilted her head up some, having to do so so she can look him in the eyes. She was not shy in the least. She was the type to get into your face. She could either be considered as a flame or as water. Flame because of her personality. Water because she can be serene one moment, but a raging typhoon the next. She blushed lightly as he called her a goddess. Thankfully, her dark skin tone hid it well. Hopefully well enough from his eyes. She just smirked some more at his compliment to her. “Heh. Me a goddess? You give me too much credit.” She said as she looked at him. She then watched him start to walk away. She didn’t notice until a few seconds later that she was actually following him. She blushed again as he complimented her some more. This time he meant her voice as well as her overall beauty. “Thanks.” She said as she continued to follow him.

“Wait a moment. I too am after this female bandit. Perhaps we can work together to capture her? It’ll give us an advantage.” She said as she increased her strides in her steps so she was walking beside him to his left. “I am Enrya by the way. Enrya “Solstice” Silverblood. Nice to meet you.” She told him as she nodded to him, but her eyes were forward. She was scanning the area. A habit of hers. Up close, Amane would be able to see barely the outer parts of the Transmutation Circle on her neck right over the vocal cords. Most of it was covered by the black cat collar she wore with a golden bell. Yet the bell made no sound at all. At least no sound that could be heard on the frequency that human ears use.

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Amane stopped dead in his tracks and simply said this, "Don't make a noise. Please do not move." After he spoke his foot started it's rapping. It was the same rapping that came before. It was annoying and most persistent. It used to get to Amane as a student. It echoed in his mind like a death rattle. It even gave him nightmares. A presence approached that Amane could faintly feel. However it was moving at incredible speeds. It was almost as if, but then that wasn't possible. There was a good chance it was not him however it was also a slim chance it was. However to find out he would have to wait. Finally it was upon them. Amane stood there and a loud clang was heard. However there was no one around and the sound emanated from Amane, but he still stood there in his spot. Finally he moved. His sword appeared in his hand and that was that. He sheathed it and waited. A man appeared and fell to his knees as Amane stood there. The man was a bandit that might have worked for that female bandit but he was a goon of that one man. It was hard to tell because of the outfit of the man. He wore the same style as the goons of the man however it was different. With out another thought a *shink* like sound emanated from Amane. Then out of no where the man's throat was slit and gushing blood. The blood almost reached Amane but he was lucky not to be struck. And it was over, the man was dead. Amane just kept walking, stepping on the man's body as he did. Akuma had shown his first light in a while.

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Enrya’s smirked disappeared as she heard the orders that Amane just told her to do. She was not one to follow the orders of other people. Mush less those that came from someone she had just met and got into a light skirmish with. She was a naturally rebellious being. You could say it is something in her blood. She fought back an instinct to smack him across the side of his head. Why you ask? Simple. He added in the “Please” part. That made him not get hit for ordering her around. For now that is. After he spoke, he started to rap his foot yet again. She glanced down some at his foot as it rapped on and on. It didn’t take more then a second or so for her to start to get real annoyed with his foot rapping. Her left eye started to twitch and she started to frown some in annoyance. She was about to stomp on his foot but he stopped when another sound was heard. It was a loud clang this time. She didn’t look around as she knew that no one made this sound except for Amane himself. Already she has learned a bit about him from the skirmish they just got done with.

She rose a brow as she watched his hand hold a sword now. She didn’t see him unsheathe it, but it didn’t matter. She knew that they were about to be attacked. She was going to let him deal with this, as it seemed that he wanted to anyways. She yawned some as he sheathed his blade before a man appeared in front of them and fell to his knees. She wasn’t tired or bored. No, she was a bit impressed. But she wasn’t going to let him see that. She looked over the man’s outfit. No doubt he was a goon and that his Master…or Mistress in this case was the same female bandit they both were after. She heard a shink a split second before she saw the line that was across the man’s throat appear before his blood started to gush out. “What a pity. Could have at least tortured him to get some info.” She said out loud to herself mainly as she shook her head. She was well out of reach of the now dead man’s flying blood so she didn’t have to worry about her clothes getting blood on them. She rolled her eyes as Amane started to walk off again. “Oi. At least put him in the dumpster. That’s where all trash go and I doubt the owner of this building would want to have such trash on his or her roof.” She said as she moved to the dead man and kneeled down some. She looked for anything that would lead him back to his puppet master but nothing of use was found. “Ah well.” She said to herself as she straightened up to her full height and kicked the dead man’s bleeding body off the roof and into an open dumpster below. She pulled out a rag of some sort from her orange jacket and wiped up all traces of his blood before throwing it into the dumpster as well. “Questa è la vita.” She said softly as she walked away to follow after Amane. Once she reached him, she smacked the back of his head some.

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"la vita è vita, niente di più." Amane said simply as he continued to walk. Then he noticed that Enrya had spoken aloud about interrogation, so he responded suit. "It was not necessary. I know all i needed from his outfit. there is possibly a man behind this that rivals speed of mine. Yes, my brother in arms. he did not do as I did and stayed with master, but he failed to learn the final technique." After some time he stopped and felt a smack on his head. It was the exact time he wanted to remove himself from the roof tops so it was timed perfectly.He simply turned to the edge of the roof and eyed an air conditioning. It was a third way up and he jumped down to it, then to the ground. Landing on the balls of his feet he was taught techniques like this to avoid unnecessary damage. He walked across the street and stopped just outside the door of the building. The building was dimly light and a sign was not readable however if you lived in the area you would know it by heart. He waited for his accompaniment to arrive.

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She rose a brow at what he said in Italian. She didn’t know that he spoke her language, course that was usual. She didn’t mean to speak out loud to herself though in her language though. “Yeah, yeah. Never hurts to double check. Better safe then sorry.” She retorted as she rolled her golden hues some at him and his response. She caught what he has said before. His brother in arms. It seemed that he was a part of whatever this goon was a part of. Why did he leave his Master so to speak? Who is this Master of his? What final technique was he talking about? She felt better once her hand smacked his head. You could say she was one to show “tough love”. Though it put her in a better mood. She watched him jump from the roof to the air conditioning then to the ground. She rolled her shoulders some as she jumped straight from the roof to the ground. She moved just like a feline did. And when she landed, she landed in a crouched position with her hands and feet on the ground. It could be seen that she has studied felines enough to copy their movements to make herself more agile and graceful with her own movements. She moved to stand up as Amane just stopped at the entrance of a door. She glanced from him to the door to the building to the sign. She walked up to him and stood beside him as she waited for him to move on. She tipped her head to the side some as she stretched her arms out in front of her. “Now what?” She asked him as she rolled her golden eyes some. “You’re too quiet. Almost like a statue.” She said as she rubbed her neck some while gently popping it.

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Opening the door a dimly lit room was now visible. It was filled with chairs and tables. On these oak tables were vases filled with flowers. The middle of the floor was empty and the chairs all up on the tables. He grabbed her hand and lead her to the center of the room. As he made it there he snapped his fingers and a song started to play and the lights faded to the perfect footcandle. It was all perfect. The music was the right tone and it was almost as if it was planned. weather or not it was was something that was not going to be told but it didn't matter. He took her hands and as the music started he started his movements. He started dancing. It was dimly lit and no one inside the building. He said nothing and kept dancing. He hoped she wouldn't become too uninvolved and not dace. But it was the perfect timing in all respects. His coat was laid on the table just before all this happened and so the things were set in motion and rearing to go.

((this is the song that played))

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She watched him as he opened the door to the building. As she looked inside of the building, she noticed that the room that was behind this door was dimly lit. Yet still visible. She leaned her head a bit inside of the room. Her golden gaze looked around some. She was looking for traps or an ambush of some kind. She didn’t fully trust Amane. She didn’t know how he thought and whatnot. She didn’t see anything to be suspicious about though. No traps. No people waiting there to ambush and fight them. But she did notice how the room was set up. It seemed to be completely empty. It was a club of some kind. But it was closed and run down now. Or at least that’s what it looked like to her. She tend to keep away from club and whatnot since they were mainly filled with beings she hated the most. She blinked as she felt her hand being grabbed suddenly. “Oi!” She said in surprise some as she was led to the center of the room. The door behind them closed when they made their way to the center of the room.

She blinked her eyes again as he snapped his fingers. She turned her head some to the side to look for the radio that was turned on all of a sudden. She then looked upwards as the lights faded even more. She then looked back to Amane once he took both of her hands again. She stared at him silently as her brain was working. She had to guess that he was an Alchemist of some sort. Since no one else was here in this room besides the two of them. She also didn’t believe in ghosts or spirits so it had to be him. Once the music started and he started to move, her body started to follow his lead and dance as if it had it’s own mind. She kept silent as well as she continued to dance with him. As more time passed and they got more into the song, her body started to show the natural talent that she had as a dancer. It has been a long time for her since she actually danced with someone else.

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After the song had ended Amane made his last moves of his dance. Twisting her and himself around he finally leaned over and held her close in his arms. His olive gaze focused on her golden pupils of pure beauty. His left hand firmly holding her on the upper part of her back. His right hand at his side he slowly brought it around and placed it on her cheek.

His eyes became deep and displayed side of Amane not seen by anyone. It was of love. Yes, the one emotion even Amane couldn't bottle up for long. But with the proper training and execution of such emotion he can deal with it. As he started to caress her left cheek with his cold metallic hand he ever so slightly kept bringing her close. Soon, she was with in range to kiss, and from here it was up to her.

His long silver coat dangled effortlessly over the chair. His long silver hair seemed to caress his shirt as he stood there. It was as if it was gently resting on his back, waiting for the right time to gracefully move. All the while his legs firmly planted in the ground. He wasn't muscular to the naked eye but he worked out more than a body builder has. This made him strong enough to stand that pose a while.

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As they continued to dance on and on, slowly her mouth started to go from a straight line to a curving smile. She was enjoying this and it helped that he was a wonderful dancer as well. Her body followed the last moves of his dance. If there was a spectator there, this would appear as if they were actual dancing partners that have been doing this for years. When in reality, this is the first time they have danced with each other and only moments after meeting and getting into a small scuffle with each other. When he twisted their bodies and leaned over, holding her close in his arms, she was forced to lean back into a dip. Her golden gaze looked back into his olive green hues as she felt one of his hands start to touch her cheek slowly.

She watched him closely as his eyes became deep and started to show something she hasn’t seen before. This was completely different then the look from earlier. She started to blush some as his cold metallic hand caressed her cheek some more while she was being brought closer to him. Even though her blush could not be seen, there was still a chance that Amane would be able to feel the heat of the blush from her cheek. She licked her lips slightly, not knowing she was doing it, as she knew that they were in kissing distance now. She knew that he was allowing her the choice. She was the one who would decide if they shall kiss or not. She moved some to lean up to press her soft lips against his. As she did this, she tilted her head some to lean more of her cheek into his cold metallic hand. She didn’t seem to mind nor care that his hand wasn’t his real hand.

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As they kissed Amane began to feel somewhat relieved that his feelings were mutual. His cold metallic hand caressed her cheek and he noticed she leaned into it, not caring that it was an artificial hand. As their lips were locked, Amane began to smile best he could. It was the first time in a very long time that he had smiled. But his world was about to come crashing down. If they indeed loved each other, then one or two secrets wouldn't matter correct? Amane didn't see it that way. No, he felt that if they were to have a real relationship she would have to know. Breaking the kiss he picked her up and set her on a nearby table. Taking her hands he looked at her between the eyes and started to think of what to say. Soon after he spoke.

"I have to tell you something. But it will be a great shock to you. The main point is, that before we continue this relationship any further I need to know if you will still, care for me. Do you remember the killer that killed so many Amestrians in the last Augese-Amestrian war? His name was Akuma no Ikiryo. I, I was that man."

He said after and turned away unsure of how she would react. But he only hopped she understood that he was no longer that man.

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She smiled a tiny bit as soon as she felt him smile against her lips all while during the kiss. She wasn’t sure of what she was feeling. As this has never happened to her. But she went with it since she guessed that she was in no danger at the moment. She had a feeling that he would protect her if need be. Of course if that look that was in his eyes was genuine. She blinked some, as if she just got out of a trance, when Amane broke the kiss between them. She then felt him pick her up then move her to a nearby table. The same table where his coat was. She looked at him curiously as he placed her down on the table. She wondered what he was up to. He looked as if he had something to tell her. Something to get off his chest so to speak. She looked down some, blinking, as she felt him take her hands again. He seems to have a habit of taking her hands so far. She looked back up and right at him. She just simply waited for him to speak his mind, it wasn’t going to help him if she made him rush in telling her what ever is bothering him so much.

When he started to talk, she tilted her head a bit to the side while she watched him. When he asked her a question about the last Augese-Amestrian War, she nodded her head silently. Of course she would remember that. She has heard so many stories of this killer that had killed so many and this she has heard about from both sides. Either side you choose, this being was posed as a monster and nothing more. She blinked some in surprise before she stared at him some. She would have joked and told him to not lie to her, but the way he said it it sounded as if this was more of a confession of sorts then a really bad joke. She frowned some when he let her hands go and turned away from her. “You idiot. I don’t care what happened in the past. Besides obviously you are no longer him.” She said as she looked at his back. She then straightened out one of her long legs so the tip of her shoe can gently kick his butt some.

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His eyes widened a bit but he was overtaken by a small smile as she lightly kicked his butt. He turned back and picked her up from the table. His right arm under her legs and his other arm around her small of her back holding her up against himself. He moved his left cheek to hers and rubbed them together a bit. after this small show of affection he carried her over to the back and up a flight of stairs. As they reached the roof he sat down placing her on his lap. From there he moved his right hand away from her and snapped his fingers. After this a small chirping sound came as well as a feint blue hue in his hand. Snapping his fingers again a bold of that blue shot towards the clouds. From there it was a matter of moments before it started to rain, thunder, and lightning. He then whispered into her ear. "As my gift to you, the storm. Enrya, I would like to be with you forever, if you'll have me." His eyes displayed his true sincerity. His right hand on her lap and his left was caressing her cheek now. He only looked deep into her eyes and hoped she said yes. Hope was all he could do at this moment. His work was done, and now it was simply up to her weather this continued or not.

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She smiled some and couldn’t help but chuckle when her kick to his butt connected. In a way it was a flirt move but it was also a move to get some sense into him when he’s dealing with her. She was making it a habit to either hit or kick him gently to get some sense back into that hard and thick head of his. She smiled some more as he turned around to face her. As he did, she saw the small smile that was on his lips. She chuckled as she was picked up again and was held up against his chest as if she was a prized doll of some kind. She closed her eyes some while the smile on her lips stayed while he rubbed his left cheek along hers. She started to rub her left cheek back against his, her arms wrapping around his neck some. Her eyes started to open again when he started to move them to somewhere. She looked around some as he walked them to the back of the place then up some stairs. She looked up at him as he brought them finally to the roof of the building. When he sat down, she wriggled a bit in his lap so she could be very comfortable. Usually she didn’t allow anyone to touch her or even talk to her. She was showing her more softer and loving side at the moment.

She blinked as she looked at his right hand as he snapped his fingers. She heard a small chirping sound from his fingers and leaned a bit closer to look t what he did. But she leaned back some as it glowed a faint blue color before he snapped his fingers again, causing a bolt of that light to shoot up into the clouds overhead. She followed the bolt’s tract to the clouds and smiled as she smelled the clean smell of rain before it started to pour down onto them. There were also the boom of thunder and the light from the lightning. She loved storms like these, it always made her calm in a way. She blinked again as she heard his whisper against her ear. She turned her head some to look directly at him. She smirked as she nuzzled his left hand while her hand went to hold his right hand. “Heh. You found a weakness of mine so early. I love storms like these and you are a great dancer and kisser.” She said as she snickered some. She then nods her head as she became serious. “I accept your gift as well as you yourself.” She told him before she smirked a bit as she then said “How about a kiss to seal the deal?” She snickered some as she looked at him.

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"A Kiss? That won't do that it won't. You need something more than a kiss." He said as he nuzzled her. His lips gently touched hers and his tongue sneaked out and tried to enter her mouth. His eyes were kind and loving. He looked deep into her eyes and was lost in the moment. To him it was like it was eternity. It was like he was stuck in the happiest few momets of his life. To him it seemed that she was the one. It seemed that she was the girl he had been looking for, or rather the girl tha was perfect for him. As he held her close he whispered to her his final message before he begain other things. "Enrya, I believe I love you that I do." After those words sneaked out he went back to kissing her. His arms wrapped around he tightly and his body as close to hers as could be in that position. They looked like the perfect couple and that nothing was going to change it. For now, they could be lost in their own personal world, just her and him, never moving form that moment.

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Enrya noticed the way he spoke again. It was a bit awkward then what she is normally used to but it was okay with her. It just made him more unique. Plus it’s a breath of fresh air to her to hear the way he talks. It kind of made her want to the giggle the way he sounds at times. It sounded as if he was repeating himself yet not really. Either way, it brought a smile to her lips. She smirked a bit more as she heard what he said. “Oh? Bold enough to want more then a kiss hm?” She teased him lightly as she nuzzled him back. She pressed her lips back against his, but when she felt his tongue try to enter her mouth, she blushed lightly. She opened her mouth to him though as she felt that she could trust him with her emotions and whatnot. As she did, her tongue would give his own tongue a warm welcome when it would enter her mouth. Her eyes looked back deeply into his. She could see kindness and love within his eyes. Eyes only for her. The look in the eyes that only she would be able to see come from him whenever he would look at her. She felt treasured and loved indeed. Her own eyes showed her deep emotions or him. She wasn’t sure if she loved him yet as she never did love someone else like this. But it felt so right so she was going to go with what her feelings tells her. She smiled and blushed more as she heard what he confessed to her. So quickly and easily he has told her that he believed that he loved her. She hoped that she would be as sure as he was soon so she could tell him the same exact thing to him. She went back to kissing him as she tightened her arms that were around his neck to hold him closer to her. She pulled back some and laid her head on his chest some as she smiled and chuckled as she watched the lightning arc across the sky. She was truly happy now.

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As they held each other, Amane felt like he never had. He felt loved and needed. He felt as though the world didn't matter and all that did was Enrya. They sat there gazing at the sky above and treasuring the moment. He couldn't help but smile some as he felt the aura of happiness from her. Lightning flashed and almost skipped across the clouds. Thunder boomed and seemed to shake those who were weak or scared. It was said that the boom of thunder was the sounds of the eternal battles in the heavens. But, it was also the sounds that were made when two Kami no kun styles struck. With lightning fast speed, the results were thunder sounding collisions. His eyes seemed to follow every lightning bolt as it hopped from one part of a cloud to another. He looked down at Enrya a moment and realized how lucky he was, only a few moments after having her. She could have been carted off by someone else or even killed. He was the luckiest man on the planet, at least he felt that way. He held her as tight as he could with out hurting her, speaking softly and kindly. "An angel such as yourself deserves their deepest desires that they do." He said turning back to her he rested his cheek on her head and just sat there, enjoying the moment.

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She continues to smile and watch the clouds up above them as the storm continued to do its thing. When the loud boom of the thunder rolled about, she smirked more and even chuckled at how the other people were shaken or scared of it. It was just a noise after all. It wouldn’t kill them. The lightning will though. She closed her eyes some as lightning flashed, she was enjoying the way the light that came off said lighting flashed on them. She felt wild and free out here on the roof in the middle of a thunder and lightning storm. She now felt loved and as if she belonged since Amane was with her. She blinked some as she felt the arms around her tighten again. “Hm?” She said as she turned her head upwards to look at Amane. She smirked and snickered some as she shook her head some. “Me? An angel? Hehehe. I believe I’m far from that of an angel but I’ll be your angel.” She said with a smile as she continued to look up at him. She smiled and leaned more into his body as she nuzzled his chest with her cheek. She looked to his right arm before she lets one of her hands travel from the back of his cold metallic hand up his arm to his shoulder. “May I ask what happened to your arm? I am just curious is all.” She said as she looked up at him. Her hand continued to stroke up and down his automail right arm to show that she really didn’t care that he had that instead of a real arm. She was asking questions as a way to get to know him better. As she waited for his answer, she placed her chin onto his chest and just looked up at him.

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"I lost my arm by fighting in the war. I was to kill a mass of the enemy. One of them managed to slice my arm off. But none of them survived." He said, his voice becoming cold and it was obvious he hated talking abut it. It was like, for him, telling her about this was going to make her leave him. He rarely told anyone anything about himself because he was afraid that if he got too close they would find out who he was and leave when they could. But Enrya was different. She KNEW he was HIM and didn't seem to care. As she said earlier all that mattered was who he was now. What was he now? What had he done since he was that? He was a wanderer. He was nothing more than a drifter helping anyone who needed it when he saw that they did. Many times he was forced to leave some towns due to the amount of destruction he caused by saving the people. He was never thanked or loved for it. But he didn't care. He figured as long as someone was helped and saved then he was doing the right thing, he didn't seek out right forgiveness for what he did. He only did what he did to prove to himself that he was a good person. If he started to kill then the old him would appear. This is why he refuses to kill unless absolutely necessary. he felt her nuzzle him and he broke his thought but it was good. He was starting to depress himself. Instead, he was now watching the lightning and her. Finally he spoke softly and gently. "You hide the fact that you are an alchemist that you do. Why is that?" After he asked he held her a little tighter to show he wasn't going to make fun of her , then released the tight hug to what they were doing and held her to him.

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She continued to looks at him as he spoke about his arm and what had happened to it. She frowns some as she moved some within his arms to kiss at where the joints of his cold metallic arm would be if it was his real arm. “A lucky shot, nothing more.” She said as she looked at him while letting one of her hands come up to gently stroke the side of his face. She heard his voice become cold as he spoke about his past and about himself to her. She could tell that he hated to talk about himself as well as his past. She could understand why he would feel this way, since he did tell her what could possibly be his deepest secret. She went back to nuzzling him as he went silent. She was silently supporting him in a way, saying that she won’t turn on him or abandon him. She blinked her eyes some as she heard him start to speak once more. His voice was soft, almost like a whisper, so she had to pay close attention and focus to understand his words. She looked up to him as she felt him hold her a little tighter. She knew that he wasn’t going to make fun of her or her reason as to why she kept the fact of what she truly is a secret.

She reached to the back of her neck and she took off the collar that she wore. She bared to him her exposed neck with her Transmutation Circle in plain sight for him to see. The design of Enrya's Circle is a unique one indeed. It contains a circle that has lines drawn to divide it into four equal parts. Within the middle of the circle is a diamond and the lines that divided up the circle also divides up the diamond into four equal triangles. That's the most basic part of it's design. The rest is more complicated and completely Enrya's style. The complicated designs basically had a wave influence to it. This mirrored the waves that Enrya herself uses and controls. This is found on her neck right above where her vocal cords are as well as on her Guitar. This allows her to use her waves without drawing or even snapping or clapping. All she would have to do is sing, talk, hum, or simply make noise. “It’s not because I hate my abilities or what not. It’s the fact that us Alchemists are hated over all because of what a select few have done in the past. I can understand the hatred, but there are Alchemists that don’t use their abilities for their own personal gain. Hell, I use my manipulation of waves sound-wise to play my guitar and make beautiful music for others. I keep it hidden so as not to have anyone hate me and not know who I really am. Granted I tend to stick to the shadows and background.” She told him.

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