Non-Man and Woman - [Stylx and Ryu/Kiyori]

Her turquoise pigtails hung below her fragile waist as her headset glowed a neon pink in the darkest area this exact night, where the full moon shone as if the end of the world was coming soon. Yori's slender hand grasped a tree branch as she swung off of it, landing on an unbalanced log as she smoothly walked across the log and stepped onto the ground's surface. She touched her face, she had a peachy complexion that was between tan and pale, making her unique in a way of her body. She pushed her chest out, inhaling more air then she had before, scratching her head in confusion. Her black skirt slowly swayed in the wind, and so did her grey sleeveless shirt, and Yori held on to her turquoise tie. She looked around for shelter, but all she could find was deep fog and moonlight, slowly, she put her hand in front of her face, making sure she could see it, which she could, making her exhale deeply in relief. She slowly arched to pick a stray tulip, which seemed to grow far aways from it's family. Kiyori held onto it and touched it, it's petals coated in crystal as she watched it grow lifeless with a crystal body taking control. Now, all she could do was think, and walk.

A darkened figure appeared behind the graceful and quite curious woman. He was slightly taller than her and there was no doubt he had sent a chill through her body. He was standing directly behind her, so much so, that if he had crouched and someone was looking straight at the girl, they would not see the man. This man was Stylx. A son of a god. A demi-god. Infused with inhuman capabilities. An experiment. A lost soul. A hopeless soul. Stylx lifted his arms ever so gently and placed his warm, yet ominous, hand on her right shoulder. She knew he had sensed him, in fact, he was hoping she did. He breathed down her neck ever so gently. He leaned his head so as to have his mouth almost touching her ear and whispered, "Don't be scared. I want to know something..."