Dead to Me

[hiruma]

A somewhat tall Azekaran sat, arm losely bandaged, staring at the hands folded between his knees. His eyes, which used to be the same color black as him, were now an eerie red, though not glowing and obvious.

He had been dead once, and he probably should have stayed dead, but his sister went entirely crazy over his death. At least she wasn't still hunting Shadow. That would not have ended well for her. Not that he cared, really.

He was completely unable to care about anything. He could not feel, psychologically or physically, save pressure. He felt no pain, emotional or otherwise. It was odd, but Kironayas didn't dwell on it. He didn't care.

Currently, though, he was trying hard to think. It felt like he should be searching for something, but he did not know what. He knew that he was forgiven by Haden, which was one main thing. Idley, he wondered whether he should be bothered by nothing bothering him. He wasn't curious; he couldn't be if he wanted to.

Inner contemplation notwithstanding, Kironayas protrayed an outer wall of pure zen, the kind of person whom has found inner peace. A slight breeze ruffled his fur, and he adjusted his black tank top. He didn't care about anyone and had no feeling, but he had a fashion sense. That was the most odd thing about being dead. He couldn't figure that out.

[Shukko]|]

A strong breeze came along, causing paper and other objects such as plastic to roll along the ground. Then the breeze suddenly stopped, the wind itself had stopped completely.

A cheetah floated down, she was wearing a completely black millitary uniform and was atleast five feet tall. A silver collar wrapped around her neck, her eyes a light orange.

Aura glanced around the sqaure, she didn't pay too much attention to anyone or anything. A small silver sphere formed in her hand, pure wind, concentrated into patricles strong enough to cut through things.

She tossed it into the ground, the sphere shattered and sent blades of winds scattering in different directions.

[hiruma]

Several blades passed through Kironayas, and he glanced at the wounds unconcernedly before looking over at the source. He stared at her for a few seconds, then passed a sweeping look at the damage she caused to everything else. Having seen this, Kironayas returned to his contemplation. He'd need a new shirt. Or repairs, which he didn't know how to do.

Now, as opposed to taking offense at having been injured and trying to fight this strange person, or to running away, he simply began debating which clothing outlets would have the closest thing to the tank top he was wearing and at what price.

[Shukko]|]

Aura suddenly appeared in front of Kironayas, crouching down and staring up at his face. She had a cheerful smile, for someone who had just dcaused a bit of destruction.

"Hey? Something wrong? Normally people would've run by now, and by people I mean you!"

Another sphere of wind appeared in her hand, though this time she wasn't gonna bother causing anymore damage, well, not yet anyway.

[hiruma]

With no inflection in his voice, the Azekaran monotoned, "That depends on what you call wrong." His head tilted to the side. "I'd be curious about why you're throwing dangerous crap around, but I'm not interested enough in much right now exxcept that my shirt's messed up. Why'd you do that?" His finger idly toyed with one of the rips in his shirt, then began probing into his flesh. "Hey, am I bleeding?" He looked down at his hand, which was glistening with blood. "Yeah, I guess so. Kinda hard to tell with such a dark shirt. Maybe I'll get a lighter one next time."

[Shukko]|]

"I did it because I was ordered to cause some destruction! I don't really think there's anything wrong with it anyway, this entire city needs to be destroyed." She stood up, and glanced around, not much had been destroyed, but soon alot mroe would be damaged.

"In the new world, there well be no room for the weak, only for the strong..."

[hiruma]

"Whatever." Kironayas looked back down at his hands. Then he stood. "I need a new shirt." He turned away from her and began walking in a slow, steady manner. Maybe he'd get a white one. He had enough black from his fur.

Once again, his fashion sense befuddled him, and was the only thing that made him feel, although it was all confusion. Why did he care so much about that? Back when he was alive, he would have made a wisecrack about it, but he felt no urge to do so.

[Shukko]|]

"Hey wait!" Aura stood up and ran after him, though not far, but slowled down when she got beside him. Staring up at him. "I doubt anyone will sell you anything, if your bleeding, I can take care of that wound of yours you know, it might help, even if you don't care." She had a bright smile on her face, not seeming to care much about whatever she had been ordered to do here.

[hiruma]

"I would have thought that my physical state would have nothing to do with whether they got their money or not, which is what I am certain is their chief priority. A sale to someone with a bullet wound would likely be the same as a sale to someone without one." Kironayas, once again, had absolutely no inflection in his tone, and simply continued moving, not waiting for Aura. It may have been rude, but so was she, causing his body damage the way she had. She could have at least asked.

[Shukko]|]

"If someone with a bullet wound tried to buy something, someone would call the police... Duh." She continued following him, why? Because she felt like it, someone didn't need a reason to do something.

"Oh, I doubt you'll care, but sorry for the wounds..."

[hiruma]

Kironayas looked at her unemotionally, then looked forward again, not bothering to answer. She was right, he didn't. He thought about breathing, then wondered if it would help him get through the whole purchase ordeal with less trouble. Unless they didn't care about whether or not he was breathing. His heart wasn't beating either.

Back when he was alive, if this had happened, he would have gone to a hospital and scared the living sh*t out of the staff. Now he felt no need for humor. Or this thing following him. "Why are you following me?"

[Shukko]|]

Aura thought about it for a moment, when nothing came to midn she didn't answer right away. Instead she just spaced out for a minute or two. "I'm following you because I feel like it and have nothing better to do... I don't need a reason to follow you in the first place..."

She yawned and stretched, she wasn't tired, she was full of energy and could probably stay awake for the next two days without sleep. But, the boredom was getting too her.

[hiruma]

Kironayas did not even shrug. "Whatever. If I wasn't dead, I'd be p*ssed at you for hurting me, but I am, and it doesn't. If you feel like following me, go ahead, but don't expect me to stop and wait if you have to tie your shoe." None of this was said with any hint of malice, humor, or annoyance, but a flat, toneless voice without any inflection.

[Shukko]|]

"Shoes? I'm walking on my paws..." Heh, idiot... She created another sphere of wind in her hand, silently followling him, she thought about destroying something. A parked car, a store, or soemthing else... But then, she had another idea.

She tossed the sphere at his back, and unlike last time, it would scatter into tiny wind blades before it made contact.

[hiruma]

The blades ripped through Kironayas and shot out the font of his body, but he just kept walking as though it had never happened, leaving a trail of blood. "What was that about," he asked, not really waiting for an answer before he began his search for a store from which to buy a new shirt. He reached into his pocket, taking out his wallet and looking through it to see how much he had. He couldn't afford much, maybe just a normal shirt.