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Masao walked slowly around the temple, brushing dust off of the area and lighting candles as he went. He reexamined the saltlines on the windows and doors, humming as he went along.

Amasu ran through the school after seeing that Dae's class was still going. He jumped through and open window and sat up. Brushing himself off and blinked a bit. Pressing back against the wall as the yelling of older boys ran past. Scoffing a bit. He blinked and looked around. "What the living hell is this place?!" He said outloud.

Amasu looked at him after bolitng away from the man. "Who you are you?" He asked. All emotions leaving him as he head him call him stupid. "You are the baka. What idiot smokes inside the temple even leaning out? If anyone is baka it is the guy shouting baka and smoking while his a** is in the "temple"." He retorted. "So its a place to die. Makes sense." he said. Playing with his knife. Starting to walk as he ignored the itch for so long he began to pressed it to his skin with increasingly biting pinches.

"Arrogant old fogey." He said in an emo voice. He pressed the blade into his form. He was fighting it. He listened to him. "Therein you sin and no longer remain a holy man." he retorted in an emotionless yet philosophical way. He cut himself. "Worship is bullshit and healing is what medics are for. A temple is a place of death for without that death there is no life. You are wrong a temple is a place for everything and I don't listen to you you old hack." He said sharply. He flipped him off and cut himself more. Moving away from him and looked around. "Clean floors baka these floors throw up dust." he spat back. He kept lightly cuttng himself.

Amasu glared at him and tensed. "Is that the worst you can hit? I've had worse you perverted old man hag." He said acidicly. Eye twitching as he flipped him off. "Doesn't make it any less sinful. How you know them smokes pure? Huh? You could be smoking cigarettes laced by demon man bitches."

He tensed and flipped open his knife fully. He was near the man and with it against his throat and chin. "Well holy man you better not touch my half demon homie or I'll cut your throat. He is a good guy and won't let no racist priest or sex fiend demon change that." He said warningly.

Jumping back so he couldn't be thwacked again. Rolling his eyes. "Heaven and hope is nothing but bullshit. So are men like you. Where are people like you when people actually prayed and gave a dam? Huh? Where were you and your so called divine helpers when kids starving and dying on the streets? You aren't nothing but crackpots who use the lords name to try and make yourselves feel good. While the real suffering happens out there beyond your pretty little walls." He spat acidicly.

He looked at him. "Nothing is bothering me except you." He said sharply and way too quickly. "I'm fine." He said. Resuming his cutting and rolled his eyes.

"I'll attack him he tries that strange not right or normal...so they say.. gay crazy s**t with me. I'm not gay . Got no problem long as it isn't to me or around me." he protested that waaaaaay too quickly.

He looked at him. "Old people never helped me when I needed them. I got a problem I'll talk it over with a friend. Not some adult who call in the white coats or try to kill me. You don't have any room to talk." He said sharply.

He kept cutting and flung his arm so the blood would maybe hit the priest. "You know nothing. You think I care about you? You stupid wannabe good guy. You really gave a damn you'd be out there helping lost souls not holing up in here while evil s**t happens to those outside these four walls."

Amasu blinked. "Leaset you have some brains." He stared at him. "No. Nice just gets you beat up and told how worthless you are." He said distantly. Withdrawing from him. He crossed his arms. "More worried about his magic teacher. His siren half got things covered." He mumbled. "WHAT THE F**K YOU MEAN IN A CLOSET!!! I AM NOT IN A DAMN CLOSET!" He snapped

Amasu avoided reacting to or answering the man's comment and he stared at the guy as he left. Typical anyone. He flipped his knife shut and cleaned up the blood by hand. He then got up and walked out muttering a bit. "At least a closet is one thing I actually have. I don't know what he means about in a closet. Narnia would be somewhere I'd never leave. What the hell was that cold hearted cruelity from a priest about that presents comment? What is christmas? Presents...that is a foreign concept...seen it...never been there." he muttered as he left. Cold hearted b*****d of a priest. Least with demons you know they stab you where it hurts...never expect it from a priest. He wouldn't show his pain. He was just leaving. This place bored him and was useless now. He walked out and left.

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