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the touch of your handxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
i want your leather-studded kiss in the sandxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
i want your love !xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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I WANT YOUR LOVE ♡xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
( x L ↺ V E ━ L ↺ V E ━ L ↺ V E x I x W A N T x Y ↺ U R x L ↺ V E x )xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
i want your love ღxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
↘ i want your revengexxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
you and me could write a bad romancexxxxxxxxxxx
( oh ━ oh ━ oh ━ oh ━ oooh ! )xxxxxxxxx
i want your love ♥xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
all your love has revenge ⇣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Y ↺ U x A N D x M E x C ↺ U L D x W`R`I`T`E x A x B A D x R ↺ M A N C Exxxxxxxxxxx
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A shrill cry pierced the ears of all who heard. It was low, soft at first but as the cause of the sound drew near it erupted into a blood curdling howl. "GRRRAAAWHH!!! Where the hell is she?!!! I am going to kill Zito when I find her." The one yelling at the top of her lungs in the middle of Hearthome was none other than Nozomi. Nozomi Miyaku to be exact. She had not even been in the city long before her pokemon decided to escape from her pokeball and cause trouble. Why oh why did she agree to accept responsibility for such a pain in the a** pokemon? "ZITO!!" The blunette called out with a delicate hand raised to the side of her mouth. This situation was getting a tad bit ridiculous--- even for her! Zito, her young Zorua, had had the audacity to pose as her. Granted the gray, fox-like creature did it many-a-time before, but this was way different. For some reason Zito had felt it would be quite hilarious to run around, as Nozomi, and kiss every guy that had crossed her path. Nozomi groaned and continued her search while the males around her stared wistfully after her form.
As Nozomi, or rather Zito, skipped along a path a wry grin was spread across her impersonated face. She was having a blast at her trainer's expense. Moving along the beaten trail, the pokemon's keen ears picked up on the melody of voices. Zito snickered mischievously and continued onward. With her large chest bouncing, she made her way through a nearby clearing. It was nice being on the outside. She had never really enjoyed being cooped up within the confides of her pokeball. Now that she was temporarily free, she would do whatever she pleases... Even if that includes making an a** out of her trainer. Zito shrugged a bit as she recalled many attempts at making Nozomi a fool. It wasn't that she disliked the woman, she just like picking at her; pressing her buttons.
Now the pokemon-turned-trainer stood on the outskirts of the mansion. A small group of humans, trainers, had accumulated near the gate. Zito's grin widened. There were boys there! Her tail had become visible as it wagged vigorously. Time for her greatest performance. Flipping her short, blue hair with a pale hand, Zito sashayed casually up to the assortment of young people. The blunette never said a word. She just stood there with her mischievous, toothy smile. Her blue eyes had, however, fallen upon the two males of the group. Zito's blue orbs gleamed brightly at the very thought of planting kisses on both trainers. They weren't bad looking...for humans.
Which one first? The blond that seemed to radiate a dastardly aura, or the blunette that seems almost apprehensive? Taking a quick glance around, she noticed the females. Zito sniffed snottily. They were none of her concern at this point but that did not stop her from feigning politeness and waving at them.
Silence. Nothing came from her as the others began to become acquainted, or rather reacquainted with one another. Zito opened her mouth in a wide yawn. She was growing exceedingly bored. It was now time to make her move. Swiftly, stealthily shuffled to the blond trainer's side. With no words spoken, she dipped down to press her soft, pink lips to Chance's warm cheek. A second later she backed away with a grin and then moved onto repeat the gesture on Victor.
The fox-like pokemon had no recollection of these two people from her trainer's past. No, she knew not of the small gathering that had been happening right in front of her. These young people, these pokemon trainers were here for a party, and also to be in each other's company once more. Childhood friends together again. What a wonderful sight....if the actual trainer had been present instead of a naughty Zorua.
Speaking of which, Nozomi had all but given up on her seemingly fruitless search. The blunette groaned aloud as she rested up against a crooked tree trunk. "I guess I should just head towards old man Backlot's place. Maybe I can spot Zito there..." She sighed and placed one foot in front of the other. Her destination had not been far off. "Well, here we go..." With that said, she pressed on.
 Nozomi_Miyaku · Wed Jun 15, 2011 @ 09:00pm · 0 Comments |
