Sand, Sun, with a lack of fun [Neku/Night]

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Angeal had traveled to many different places, each with very different settings, different people, different customs, and different problems. He’d run into old friends, made new acquaintances, and had somehow not managed to get himself dragged back into the Lifestream just yet. Each new world was destined to bring him new experiences and more colorful characters to add to his current repertoire. If he was lucky, that being a rather large if these days, he wouldn’t immediately run into any of the pesky black shadows that happened to show up on most worlds he’d visited. If he were even luckier, he wouldn’t run into someone who wanted to chop off his head for existing.

The Soldier finished thanking the man he’d hitchhiked with and turned heel in the sand to begin walking towards the populated area. Unfortunately, each step he took was quickly becoming more and more miserable. It was much hotter than he’d expected when he’d heard the man mention he was visiting a desert. Angeal had been in the desert before; when he’d visited the Golden Saucer on business and somehow ended up in the prison. Even then, he’d realized that really hot climates really weren’t his thing. Thick, combat dress made it stuffy, and he had nothing to defend himself from the sun.

Well, he didn’t plan on staying too long, anyway. Just a quick look around.

Angeal quickly strolled into the market, taking a look over everything that was there. It reminded him of how they sold things in Banora (there weren’t many people in the town, so they usually just set up stands or walked door to door). Each market stall had a wide variety of things to choose from. Everything from different types of produce, to animals, to jewelry, and even a couple of shady looking individuals. Blue eyes curiously took in each different sight, while he tried his best to maneuver amongst the crowd. Even in this world, Angeal stuck out like a sore thumb with his large size and broadsword attached to his back. He did his best to mumble apologies to those he ran into while he made his way through the crowd.

Finding a seemingly deserted building was easy enough, further away from the bazaar, and the Soldier quickly found a shaded wall to lean against. Walking through the most busy part of this little “town” didn’t really shed any light. He hadn’t noticed any really menacing or mysterious figures, just the usual. There was also, of course, no sign of anyone he knew here. Angeal sighed and kept a watch on the bazaar in the distance. Perhaps he’d catch wind of Genesis or Sephiroth, maybe even Zack, while he was here. In the meantime, he’d be looking for a way to get off this world and to the next.

[neku]

[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background:url('http://sleevage.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/metallica_black.jpg'); width: 500px; height: 500px; border: 5px solid #315767; -webkit-border-radius: 300px; -moz-border-radius: 300px; -o-border-radius: 300px; border-radius: 300px, bTable][STYLE=background: url('http://theworldendswithyou.neoseeker.com/w/i/theworldendswithyou/5/53/Newpinplayer.png'); border: 2px solid #315767; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -30px;][/style][STYLE=font: 6pt arial; color: #396074; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -80px; margin-left: 140px;]I SEE YOUR DIRTY FACE[/style][STYLE= text-align: center; font: 15pt arial; color: #4E8F9A; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -4px; opacity: 0.6; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000, 1px 1px 0px #000, -1px 0px 0px #000, 0px 1px 0px #000, -1px 1px 0px #000, 0px -1px 0px #000;]HIDE BEHIND YOUR COLLAR[/style][STYLE=font: 6pt arial; color: #396074; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-left: 260px; margin-top: -4px;]WHAT IS DONE IN VAIN[/style][STYLE= font: 20pt arial narrow; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; color:#4E8F9A; border-bottom: 2px dashed #4E8F9A; width: 300px; margin-left: 95px; margin-top: -4px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -4px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #111, 1px 1px 0px #111, -1px 0px 0px #111, 0px 1px 0px #111, -1px 1px 0px #111, 0px -1px 0px #111;]TRUTH IS HARD TO SWALLOW.[/style][tr][STYLE=height: 300px; width: 360px; overflow: auto; margin-left: 70px;][STYLE= font: 9pt arial; line-height: 13px; color: #315767; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; ] What stirred Neku from his slumber was the sudden heatwave he felt hit his face and exposed arms…. Why was it so hot?…. Behind the safety of his eyelids Neku found where the sun shone its brightest, then rolled onto his side to shy away from it and open his eyes…. To his surprise he found that he had kept on rolling… The landing however was softer than he thought it would be, and when he overcame the dizzy sensation he came to the realisation that it was sand…. and very large Sand Dune which he had just descended down. Coming to his feet, Neku could only sigh as he brushed off all the sand he could. It was plentiful, no doubt he was in a desert. In the mean while, he was staring at a sand dune…. Shaking his head from the tired headache that traveling always brought him… Neku realised his dilemma. Shorts and no sleeves, plus him without any sun screen. Luckily for himself, his search of what he could see, led him to find a distinct shape on the horizon. It shouldn't be that long a walk….. Well this place certainly was real…. definitely not a mirage. Nearly 2 hours trek was what the clock on Neku's Cell Phone told him. At least he didn't get bored with his mp3-player and headphones. He leant against the archway that was the entrance to the city, enjoying the new found shade that the wall provided for him. He would prefer to stay here, protected from the sun… but he must have woken up in this desert place for a reason. It certainly wasn't Disney Castle, though he was sure he could see the domineering figure of a Palace in the distance. Perhaps he would head there later? First order of business was to find something portable for shade, the locals were dressed for this weather. So if he could borrow some cloth to at least drape over his shoulders, he would be okay. Taking the step into…. the market place it seemed…. he passed some rather bulky looking guards. Who in turn were eying him with suspicion. The largest one then stepped back to follow then block Neku's path. "I don't recognise ya. but those are some 'interesting' clothes Street Rat…" The guard spat those last words as he picked Neku up by his Vest's collar. "…and whats with the red hair and that... headdress thing? Where did you steal them from!?!?!" Neku remained quiet in his elevated position, grabbing onto his interrogator's thick wrist to support himself from being strangled by his own clothes. Instead of answering, he engaged in a staring contest with this bulk of man…. [/style][/style][STYLE=font: 35pt arial narrow; text-align:center; margin-bottom: -60px; opacity: 0.7; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000, 1px 1px 0px #000, -1px 0px 0px #000, 0px 1px 0px #000, -1px 1px 0px #000, 0px -1px 0px #000;]LET IT ROCK[/style]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #212126;][STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #637ecd; margin-left: -3px;]◤[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #637ecd;margin-right: -3px;]◥[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #637ecd; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ DREAMS TURN[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #637ecd; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #212126; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. [/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://a.random-image.net/gtgoten/night.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #637ecd 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #637ecd; padding: 4px; color: #212126; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] Angeal, Neku [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #a1b2cf; padding: 4px; color: #212126; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] How did this get so long!? [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #808080; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;]     If Night had to choose this would be the last world he would come to visit. He grumbled to himself, of all the places he could have landed he was back here again. A place that filled him with nothing more than bad memories. This was where he had battled along side Cid against that annoying spiky blond guy and the masked man. Yeah together they won, even if it was because the others retreated, but Night had still lost something very important to him here. This place is where Dusk and Dawn were stolen from him, where his powers had been taken away and left him the defenseless trash he was now. Well not completely defenseless since he learned how to change his keyblade's form and what not but in the end Night still thought low of himself. However the young keyblader was tired, hungry, and worn out. With his new way of travel he had a much harder time getting to world to world since he had to keep up his shield for a long period of time. It took a lot out of his energy making him as tired as he was now. And since this was the closest world there was no choice but to land. Night sighed "Well might as well get started."

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With that thought in mind he walked into the familiar city, a bit happy to see that the people were back to normal and not in their weird zombified state with the world being as weird as it was. Everything was as it should be, there seemed to be no heartless around which was a good thing. Well for now there wasn't anyways. His stomach growled at him, telling him he was getting off track from his purpose: food. He searched his pockets to see how much munny he had left to come, but all he met was emptiness. Okay no munny, now how was he suppose to get food?

He looked up at the high sun feeling it beat down on him, the heat around him reminding him how dry his mouth was. Great, no munny and he needed both water and food. He pondered only for a moment as he brought up his blue hood to keep his head somewhat safe from the sun, I could try stealing something he thought to himself as he looked around the market place. It wouldn't be any different back in the days before he got his keyblade, and his spirits where he had to fend for himself. Hunt down what he needed to survive. He didn't like the idea of it, but he had to do what he had to do.

Thanks to his small size it was easy enough to get around, and hide behind much larger people, which was good since his black didn't seem to fit in to well with the normally color clothes people seemed to wear in this world. His first attempt at stealing something did not go off well, he had grabbed a pouch of water from a stand and was caught by the owner, however Night was able to run away and lose the guy in a matter of minutes. Okay well he got water which was good but he was still hungry. He waited about an hour before he decided to show his face in the market again, his head still being hidden by his hood as this time he was able to still a couple of fruits without being caught this time. Or so he thought.

"Where did you steal them from!?!?"

He heard the yell at first thinking it would have been at him as he turned his head and saw the very large guard holding some kid not that much older than him in the air. Okay not good, not good, should he try and help? Or would interfering now be bad? Especially since he himself had stolen some stuff it would probably be best to just hide. Though despite how much of a coward Night had always been, he wasn't one to just abandon someone in need of help. Though what could he do? Looking at the apple in his hand he didn't waste much time thinking as he quickly threw the apple at the head of the guard that held onto the older teen. Night thinking it would throw him off enough to let him go,

"Lay off of him or else!" he found himself growling with bravery he was sure he didn't have. This situation would not end well

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[angealala]

Even in the shade, the heat was still near unbearable. Maybe it was due to his heightened senses, but Angeal could almost swear that he could feel heat radiating from the sand and seeping into his very skin. He gingerly wiped some of the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, still feeling more of it run down the side off his face and fall from his chin. He’d been there a few hours now, with nothing new on the horizon. The market was just as loud and busy and it had been before, but it appeared to only be the locals doing their normal routine. Before too much longer, the Soldier supposed, he’d have to trek back into the massive crowd to try and find a ride off of this world.

It’d be unwise to stay here much longer, even when the sun goes down.

The raven haired man shifted where he stood against the shaded wall, boots sifting the hot sand around and reminding him just how ungodly hot it had been the past few hours. His clothes were sticky with sweat, but at least that was nothing uncommon. A day not soaked to the bone in sweat during Soldier training was a day of progress lost, after all. Taking his attention away from the bazaar, and the heat, Angeal drew the sword from his back and began to examine it. There was nothing new on it, he knew, but swords always had a way of taking his mind off of current annoyances and relax him.

The sound of a commotion dragged Angeal’s attention back to the bazaar. Glowing blue eyes scanned the now interested and still crowd, and he saw the guards grab what appeared to be a young teenager. He quickly moved away from the building and shade and started quickly walking towards the market. It was difficult to tell what was going on from afar, but the honorable Soldier could already guess it was something he wouldn’t approve of. Grabbing a Soldier teenager by the collar and dragging him around in good natured fun was one thing. Guards with swords grabbing a teenager was another.

The Soldier pushed his way through the crowd, his bulky size and impressive height making it a bit easier to navigate through the mass of people. An apple appeared to enter the fray, and hit the guard on the back of the head. At least someone was standing up to them. Undeterred by the guards own height, Angeal stepped forward, pausing only for a moment when his eyes landed on Night. He’d met the young keyblader before, on a mission in an odd world. He gave the kid a quick glance over to make sure that he wasn’t injured, but seeing as how Night was the only one standing against the guards, he could only assume the apple-throwing had come from him as well. The Soldier stepped up behind Night, ignoring the way the sun was now harshly beating against his dark outfit.

“Is there a problem here?” Angeal gruffly asked, his stern face focused on the first guard holding the teen, “I think you’d better put him down.” The Soldier didn’t typically insert himself into situations like this, but he was more than willing to put this authority figure in his place if it meant helping this teenager and keeping Night out of trouble as well.

[neku]

[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background:url('http://sleevage.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/metallica_black.jpg'); width: 500px; height: 500px; border: 5px solid #315767; -webkit-border-radius: 300px; -moz-border-radius: 300px; -o-border-radius: 300px; border-radius: 300px, bTable][STYLE=background: url('http://theworldendswithyou.neoseeker.com/w/i/theworldendswithyou/5/53/Newpinplayer.png'); border: 2px solid #315767; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -30px;][/style][STYLE=font: 6pt arial; color: #396074; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -80px; margin-left: 140px;]I SEE YOUR DIRTY FACE[/style][STYLE= text-align: center; font: 15pt arial; color: #4E8F9A; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -4px; opacity: 0.6; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000, 1px 1px 0px #000, -1px 0px 0px #000, 0px 1px 0px #000, -1px 1px 0px #000, 0px -1px 0px #000;]HIDE BEHIND YOUR COLLAR[/style][STYLE=font: 6pt arial; color: #396074; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-left: 260px; margin-top: -4px;]WHAT IS DONE IN VAIN[/style][STYLE= font: 20pt arial narrow; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; color:#4E8F9A; border-bottom: 2px dashed #4E8F9A; width: 300px; margin-left: 95px; margin-top: -4px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -4px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #111, 1px 1px 0px #111, -1px 0px 0px #111, 0px 1px 0px #111, -1px 1px 0px #111, 0px -1px 0px #111;]TRUTH IS HARD TO SWALLOW.[/style][tr][STYLE=height: 300px; width: 360px; overflow: auto; margin-left: 70px;][STYLE= font: 9pt arial; line-height: 13px; color: #315767; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; ] Street Rat? A guard is a guard but Neku certainly didn't like that he insulted him based on looks. Plus these were his headphones… and part of his image, although he had evolved beyond the isolation they provided. Shiki had always told him that fashion & style made you more , obviously they didn't share a similar view… Though the palace meant that there was some sort of Elite here…. Neku was surprised to see an apple strike this guys temple… Maybe he was unpopular? That would be funny… Neku turned his head slightly to see a kid, dressed in black and blue eyes… he looked young and maybe was one of these Street Rats?…. "Lay off him or else!" Seems like this kid had a temper… "Oh? Another one? I'll be glad to arrest you both of you Street Rats… One for stealing and one for assault.." The guard went to grab this kid in his other hand, but stopped as another voice came into the fray. "Is there a problem here?" A tall black haired man, with strikingly bright blue eyes stepped up behind the kid… Father & Son?…. he assumed so…. besides the newcomer carried one big ass blade on his back… "I think you better put him down…." This was unexpected… Maybe the guards here are not respected… "You're kidding right? I'm arresting this kid on suspicion of theft… No way a Street Rat like him.." Neku was shaken mid-air…. Damn it, now he was pissed "… could afford fancy foreign clothing like this…." Neku used a hand to tap one of the pins on the front of his vest before returning it to supporting his weight. "….concentrate…." With that mumbled word his mind opened and began a thought scan…. ignoring the other two nearby Neku concentrated on this guard…. Dammit thats a big sword…. Neku mentally chuckled… compensation issues… classic… Neku began the mental work, sorting through the guard's, whose name he discovered was Razoul, thoughts in order to be able to find a place to insert a "meme"… [/style][/style][STYLE=font: 35pt arial narrow; text-align:center; margin-bottom: -60px; opacity: 0.7; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000, 1px 1px 0px #000, -1px 0px 0px #000, 0px 1px 0px #000, -1px 1px 0px #000, 0px -1px 0px #000;]LET IT ROCK[/style]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #212126;][STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #637ecd; margin-left: -3px;]◤[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #637ecd;margin-right: -3px;]◥[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #637ecd; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ DREAMS TURN[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #637ecd; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #212126; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. [/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://a.random-image.net/gtgoten/night.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #637ecd 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #637ecd; padding: 4px; color: #212126; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] Angeal, Neku [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #a1b2cf; padding: 4px; color: #212126; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] Sorry for wait and shortness, not much for Night to do ^^; [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #808080; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;]     Blue eyes glared darkly at the guard as he mentioned about arresting him too. Tch as if, as the large guard went to grab him, the young keyblader extended his arm, ready to summon his keyblade and strike the man, then hopefully he would let go of the other kid and they could just run. After all if the guy learned that he actually did steal then he would just have more against him. Yeah his time here at Argaba was not going well at all. Well at least it wasn't as bad as before. “Is there a problem here?” "Huh?"

[/b] the boy questioned as he heard the voice behind him. Wide eyes just blinking at him, Angeal?"[/b] There was no surprised that Night was shocked to see the man there. He hadn't seen the man since they did a mission together, so seeing him now was a bit surprising. Coincidence? Maybe but concidering all the worlds, it seemed a bit werid. Oh well it wasn't like he hasn't met with the same people twice before. It didn't happen often, but it didn't matter much. Well at least he was helping him out with helping the older kid.

Glaring at the guard for his word's Night can't help but stupidly snap back, "Hey you have no idea what he does have and doesn't and unless you got proof you can't just arrest him like that!"[/b] he growled, just glaring at him not waiting to see how Angeal would handle this.

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[angealala]

Glowing blue eyes stared down the guards still standing in front of them. They seemed rather persistent, much like the ShinRa troops back home, at times. However, Angeal would have never allowed any of his Soldiers to behave in this sort of fashion, and he wouldn't put up with such acts on a strange world either. Customs be damned. He did note, however, the kid who was grabbed wasn't putting up much of a fight. Then again, he was much smaller than these guards. Whether or not he was actually guilty, Angeal didn't care. The kid needed a hand, and he'd gladly provide one.

"You're kidding right? I'm arresting this kid on suspicion of theft… No way a Street Rat like him.… could afford fancy foreign clothing like this…."

Angeal raised a dark eyebrow. Suspicion of theft, just because the kid was wearing nice clothes? He supposed he should have given them an even more disbelieving stare, but things did work differently here. Perhaps someone could just be arrested on the streets for looking nice in a strange, almost more primitive world like this one. However, it was never right to snatch a kid up by the collar. Angeal was a Soldier, and he wouldn't even treat the younger teens and children of his enemies in such a fashion, let alone a kid on the streets. He switched his gaze for a moment to Night, who'd mouthed off to the guards once again. The raven haired man smiled inwardly at Night's readiness to defend even a stranger from the wrongs of the world. He gave the young keyblader a light squeeze on the shoulder and a reassuring nod, letting him know that the situation would be handled. He stepped forward, closing some of the distance between himself and the guards, and fixed them with a stern stare.


"That's not enough reason to snatch someone up by the collar. I'd suggest you put him down, now," Angeal stated in his typical, commanding tone, "Unless you want to make an even bigger scene than you already have."

The Soldier reached back with his right hand to grab the hilt of his blade, in case the message wasn't clear. He tightened his hand around the hilt of the blade, but didn't remove it from his back just yet. If he could, he'd prefer to scare these men off without having to fight them in their own territory. They would deserve the embarrassment of losing so quickly (as Angeal knew that they wouldn't stand a chance against himself and Night), but he'd rather not do anything that would make him unwelcome in this world again. After all, Hewley knew well that he may need to revisit the hot, sandy world again in the future to search for friends, enemies, information, or anything in between. Best to play it as safely as possible, and avoid confrontations if at all possible.

But, if the guard didn't let go of the kid he was manhandling in the next few seconds, Angeal would have no issues with starting a fight in the streets.

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[neku]

[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background:url('http://sleevage.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/metallica_black.jpg'); width: 500px; height: 500px; border: 5px solid #315767; -webkit-border-radius: 300px; -moz-border-radius: 300px; -o-border-radius: 300px; border-radius: 300px, bTable][STYLE=background: url('http://theworldendswithyou.neoseeker.com/w/i/theworldendswithyou/5/53/Newpinplayer.png'); border: 2px solid #315767; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -30px;][/style][STYLE=font: 6pt arial; color: #396074; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -80px; margin-left: 140px;]I SEE YOUR DIRTY FACE[/style][STYLE= text-align: center; font: 15pt arial; color: #4E8F9A; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -4px; opacity: 0.6; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000, 1px 1px 0px #000, -1px 0px 0px #000, 0px 1px 0px #000, -1px 1px 0px #000, 0px -1px 0px #000;]HIDE BEHIND YOUR COLLAR[/style][STYLE=font: 6pt arial; color: #396074; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-left: 260px; margin-top: -4px;]WHAT IS DONE IN VAIN[/style][STYLE= font: 20pt arial narrow; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; color:#4E8F9A; border-bottom: 2px dashed #4E8F9A; width: 300px; margin-left: 95px; margin-top: -4px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -4px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #111, 1px 1px 0px #111, -1px 0px 0px #111, 0px 1px 0px #111, -1px 1px 0px #111, 0px -1px 0px #111;]TRUTH IS HARD TO SWALLOW.[/style][tr][STYLE=height: 300px; width: 360px; overflow: auto; margin-left: 70px;][STYLE= font: 9pt arial; line-height: 13px; color: #315767; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; ] Neku was kinda losing the feeling in his legs by now. If he wasn't holding his own weight on Razoul's abnormally large wrist, he probably would have lost the feeling in his neck and below too. The raven haired kid began to run his mouth, and if Neku hadn't been concentrating so much on Razoul's innermost mind, he would have noticed he was being defended. …Street Rats, Aladdin… Genie, Aladdin… Princess Jasmine, Aladdin… Swords, King of Thieves, Aladdin… What or Who was Aladdin? And why was it all this bulkhead thought about? Razoul growled slightly at Night and pointed "You got a big mouth for such a little rat. Now shut up while I have a chat with this…" Razoul changes his eye to Angeal "…bigger rat here." The Raven haired man now spoke to defend Neku. "That's not enough reason to snatch someone up by the collar. I'd suggest you put him down, now… Unless you want to make an even bigger scene than you already have." Razoul only laughed and shook around Neku even more as he did so, his concentration waining slightly… …Aladdin, Aladdin, (Blank), Aladdin… …Blank?… Gotcha! Neku couldn't help but smile in his own, emo and void, way as he found his way in… "As Captain of the Guard here, what I say goes…. " His cohorts, one mousey and thin, the other ALOT bigger looked sternly at Razoul, who quickly looked sheepish and he fumbles to finish the sentence "a-apart from the Sultan of course." Razoul nodded, more him own self assurance than anyone else's. Then he shook his prisoner once more. "But this kids got some things I've ever seen before, He'll be taken in for questioning, if you got something to s-" Razoul stopped, completely and totally, he even stopped breathing as most muscles in his body froze in place for a bit. After a few moments, the hand holding Neku aloft opened the same moment as Neku let go of Razoul's wrist. A small cloud of dust and sand raised with his landing, bending at knees the absorb the shock of the impact. Neku rose back to standing at his own casual pace, placing his hands into his pockets. He brought his Hazel gaze up to Razoul and tapped the Player pin on his chest once more. It glowed brief and dim, before Razoul's muscles relaxed and he was 'un-paused'. "...Hop off…" With a strained nod Razoul crouched to his hands and feet, jumped on the spot to turn around, and hopped away like a frog… With a glance at the other two guards, they quickly ran away, with larger tubby one screaming "It's not a man, he's a Demon!!!" After a few moments, Neku sighed lightly and face palmed. "Need to work on that…. too literal…" [/style][/style][STYLE=font: 35pt arial narrow; text-align:center; margin-bottom: -60px; opacity: 0.7; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000, 1px 1px 0px #000, -1px 0px 0px #000, 0px 1px 0px #000, -1px 1px 0px #000, 0px -1px 0px #000;]LET IT ROCK[/style]

[STYLE= font: 7pt courier; text-align: center;]made by prism[/style]