I looked down at the fools at the underpass, waiting for them to step out of the damnable afternoon sun-light. I ate well that night.
I unlocked the front gate to our mansion-dojo-hideout. I ignored the weight of the two dead bodies and how hungry the blood trailing behind the bag was makeing me. I unfirled my wings and flew up to the high tower, my black cape flaping, my katana clattering, and my ninja hood swaying behind me.
I clicked open the lock on my window and entered. The sent of bamboo, insence, and vampire stuff swashed over me; I personaly still can't realy explain the things that I put in there. I laid the bag down next to my bed and tossed off all the steriotypical memoriablia I was wearing minus the katana, no good man lets go of his sword entill he's done swinging it around.
I smashed my wardrobe door into peices.
Jen, another samuria vampire ninja jumped out.
"Now get out of my room!"
I pointed at my door, glareing at Jen; she lowered her head and sulked out.
"And drop my boxers!"
She dropped them on the floor and continued to sulk, but when she got to the door she turned and gave me the puppy-dog look with her brown eyes and purple hair.
"Emo, red-haired, b*****d."
I let out a sigh.
"fiiiiiiine"
She jumped at me yelling, "Yay!"
She pinned me to the bed with a big hug, causeing me to gasp for air.
Jen needed some self-control.
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