alchemest1

that's awesome, being a pet specialist. sounds really fun. but yeah, i've been doing really good. we just started our second semester about a month ago. rihgt now my classes are grade 11 chemistry, english, math and grade 12 law. last semester i took grade 11 social science, law, art and biology. i did really good in those classes, and i'm not doing so bad in then ones i'm in now. in english, we just sit around "working" on our debates(btw, i'm in english now, on a friends laptop, lol), in law, we take notes, and did a presentation on a phliosopher of law, in chemistry, we do really awesome expiraments, and made a brocher on an element(i chose cobalt), and in math we graph a crap losd of functions, and simplify a crap load of rational expressions. so, i guess you culd say that the most work that i do right now is in my math class. well, i'll talk to you later, my friend needs his laptop. *hugs* loves you bro! ^_^

((lol, really. Then she should have read my latest fics! I've been on a romantic comedy streak, and it's made for some interesting dialogue!))

((Btw, Kiba, I screwed up. Let's follow your scenario. What I meant in my last post was that Ryouko was only threatening to slash his neck. Taking himself captive, in effect. But let's go with this, it's more interesting))

"The dead don't feel pain...My slash was precise. I would have died before the pain would have registered. Or, it would have appeared that way."

Ryouko kicked the clone's body. "It's funny that you assisted me with the jutsu that just saved me. A small concentration of chakra in the place of the cut to prevent real damage, leaving me with only a superficial cut. So this mirror stunt is more mind games."

Ryouko looked around, wondering how to combat this.

"You're really doing your best not to hurt me seriously. I'd appreciate that, IF we were sparring. This is life or death combat. When you're done running around like a scalded dog, we can end this much quicker. Now then..."

Ryouko bit his thumb and yanked out four pieces of paper. He threw them around him, blood from his thumb on each one. Then, mysteriously, he collected them again and put them away. He focused his chakra and stuck himself to the side of a pillar. He finally extracted a weapon: A small, hand-held fan. The fan didn't look like much, but the slats were metal and sharpened. Not much use- yet. But holding a weapon clamed Ryouko down, and helped him think. He found a solution.

"Tatsunokuchi: Dragon Gargoyle Head! Water Style: Moving River!"

Water spewed from the gargoyle's head and began to fill the room at a slow pace.

"Now then, at some point we're going to have to escape. That, or we'll both be dead, either by each other's hands, or because we drowned. You're move, doggie!"

(I'm going to get going for tonight. Ttyl!)