The sound of Hard Rubber rebounding....the thrill of the rush.

Kichona was out it wasn't often that he went out reaping himself but this time was because it was a child, a little one no more then three four years old sick dying and scared she was holding on for dear life not wanting to let go and in so much pain and yet if she didn't let go her soul was going experience even more pain when it finally severed it's way free. The mother and father were beyond themselves and the child looked at him crying. Asking him if she was going to die. When he nodded and then set down the puppies she went from crying herself hoarse to softly and reached out to pet not Amber or Hishiroi but Hana....she gathered him to her hugging him as he whimpered and licked her cheek nuzzling her. Kicha told the child it was alright to lay down and go to sleep. That her parents would be alright but that it was her time now to lay down and go to sleep because she was so sick and she need not suffer not any longer. The parents were in the hall behind him. Normally a reaper did not do this...but Kicha had. He had come to the parents told them that he had come not because he was going to kill there daughter but because there little one was dying her spirit was moving on tonight he was here to guide her safely on the puppies where here to help her go to sleep and let her feel safe.

She fell asleep and then she breathed her last. Once she was gone Kicha carefully covered her up and then gathered the puppy's putting Hana on his head again Amber and Hishiori back ontop of each shoulder again. Once he had done that he turned and walked out looking at both parents. "I am truly sorry for your loss....but it was stage four cancer. The end stage....She was not much longer for this world...her pain was great." Kicha said in a soft tone. "She has gone to be reborn.

"Will we see her again?" The mother asked....

Kicha turned his eyes upon her....and paused. He looked at her quietly. "It is hard to say when a Soul returns to this world even we Reapers do not know. A soul could return within the next year after death to hundred's of years later. Only the Libarary of Souls know's for sure and it is forbidden knowledge." He said sadly. "All I can tell you was that she left this world loving you and knowing that she was loved and happy. She wished you both all her love and warmth best wishes." He said as the parents nodding hugged each other Kicha left walking out and down the block he sighed as his phone took that moment to signal....a very special chime....he blinked and pulled it out....flipping it open to pull up the text messages.....

"Mura? I wonder....what he needs....is something wrong?" Kicha mused concerned about his lover who was so...quiet so laid back surely...nothing happened the hounds at home all loved him his mild soul was one they enjoyed being around so surely they were not upset with him.....what was it then as he opened the text....

He hadn't intended to sneak out, but Kicha was gone and it was announced yesterday that there would be a street-ball tournament today. He had put on his white and purple ball shorts, and a plain purple jersey before he put on his new ball shoes Kicha had helped him go pick out. As he walked though, he felt increasingly guilty for not at least telling Kicha that he was going to be leaving the house.

When he couldn't stand it anymore, he stopped half way to the location of the tournament and pulled out his cell phone and began typing. When he finished, he took a deep breath to steady himself and put the phone back in his pocket.

"I won't be home when you get back. Went to go do something important...be back around 7."

He hadn't really thought about how that would have sounded to Kicha, only that he needed to tell him that he wasn't going to be at home. But he felt better about it, and so continued to the tournament.

When he got there, he was signed to play the one on one section of the tournament. He took his place at the benches and began to do some warm ups, stretching his body to make sure he didn't hurt himself.

Kicha stood there as the words appeared on the screen such and oddly cryptic message. 'I won't be home when you get back. Went to go do something important....be back around 7.' If not for the fact that it was attached to Mura's name he would not have known it was from Mura and while his lover was laid back...this was.....Kicha tipped his head slightly careful not to drop Hana as he looked at the screen. "Oddly enough....it's a bit overly vague even for you Mura." Kichona mused and it was. Important?

Kicha moved going quickly enough through the streets and paused before a street corner store and chuckled as he walked in picking up some of Mura's favorite things Chips a few big bags of them drink's and and the such for someone who said he'd be home around seven something told Kicha whatever it was he would not be doing his seemingly favorite hobby which was putting food in his mouth. He made another short stop along the way and picked out several woods whose scents were pleasant on the nose. As well as a couple of knives not that he couldn't use one of his fan blades but pulling out one of those was likely to freak someone out. No....besides he was more curious as to what his beloved Mura was up to.

Once shopping was done he took to the air and raced covering the area's well enough and then looked at Hana. "Sniff him out would you Hana?" He asked and After a moment or two the little pup yipped him in the right direction once there.....Kichona dropped down and landed...among the spectators.

He moved the canvas bag slung carefully on his shoulder tucked up close as he moved and sat down under the great big tree off to the side of the playing area were he could watch but not be in the way at all heck he wasn't even really with the spectators really and settled in among the branches. He pulled out a soft block of wood and a knife, looked at the wood a moment or two before putting the tip of the blade to the wood and began making small chips at the wood watching the 'court' below him....his eyes taking in the sights of the players and spotting Mura. Hana too saw him and moved to the end of the branch but at a low 'growl' from Kicha a warning he stayed on the branch and watched a warning not to mess with what Mura was doing....they were hear to watch and give silent support to one of there pack. Not to mess him up and cause him trouble.

Rules of a pack...one did not make trouble for there pack mates. They did not ruin things for them. This was Mura's they watched silently from the sidelines and gave there support they did not interfere with him. They did not ruin this for him. And Hana, Amber and Hishiori all laid down on the end of the tree branch quite and watching there 'big brother' down there curious as to what he was about to do. Kicha did not look at the wood no...he trusted the wood's grain under his fingers to tell him who or what the wood wished to look like by the time he was finished carving away the bulk it wished to loose.....

When he had stretched an gotten ready, it was his turn to take up the court. He walked up lazily, his hair pulled up in a ponytail as some loose strands hung down around his face. He was silent, but his eyes were intent and he took a steadying breath as he readied for the jump. As soon as the ball went up, his hand came up and grabbed the ball, moving through the court easily.

He was intent, and ready for the game. Even as he played back and forth, he kept the lead. He scored easily, brutally beating the other guy down. If he needed to jump for the ball, he'd use the other guy's head, pushing it down with his large hands and reaching out for it, using the other guy as a spring board.

Kicha watched him play watched him move and suddenly quiet gentle 'timid' Mura no longer seemed so timid just this little bit seemed a bit more wild then normal and he looked watching him. His own slitted eyes widening and narrowing a bit here and there as he watched Mura jump and dance catching the ball making shots. His hair pulled back in a tail to keep out of his eyes. Such a different look then one he normally wore. And Yet Kicha was not upset about not being told....if anything he was relaxed and felt he understood this was something Mura needed and it was his. But that didn't mean Kicha didn't mind watching from a distance like this.

The other players were spring boards were jumping posts it was amusing as there heads were pushed down...as they turned and staggered.... it was fun to watch and made Kicha tip his head some as he found himself all the more interested in what Mura was doing....the pup's wagging there tails as they watched 'big brother' play ball as well he was really good at this game making the others really have to try to get the ball.....they found it great he was so good at keep away!

When the buzzer sounded, Mura had scored 72 points, while the other guy had hardly even reached the 20 mark. He sighed and looked over at the next opponent. "I'm going to crush you too..." he mused lowly, still the same lazy tone of voice, but his face...it was clear that he was serious. If this guy even remotely tried to stop Mura, this guy would seriously get hurt.

Without another word, the next game started, and mid way through, the other guy forfeited the match, leaving Mura standing there looking at him confused. "Why didn't you play through? I don't understand..." he asked, but the guy just basked away and then turned, running from the 6'10'' violet haired man. He wasn't really phased though, most people who played against him either got angry or would forfeit the match half way through. He just waited patiently for the next game to start.

By the end of it though, all of the other players had expressions of total defeat and some looked like they were about to cry. They had been beaten so brutally by Mura. Mura worked on catching his breath as he was handed the trophy and he took it without really saying much, had his picture taken and then he went back over to the bench where his towel was waiting for him.

Kicha watched Mura play, he was good, passionate intense in a league above these players or perhaps that was just it. He had been dancing around, on these players, in a league of his own. He was far above them earning the trophy it was as if he thought nothing of it. As he walked back over and grabbed his towel. That intense light in his eyes while playing was....gone while grabbing his towel. That drive that focus....it was all....gone as if washed away with the sweat that dripped out into the street lost to the heat of the game. The pup's made there way to there favorite spots on Kicha and then he dropped down gracefully as if thinking nothing of it a bit off and put the pocket knife away.

He did pause though and looked at the wooden carving in his hand. It was Mura, one moment precise caught in time, so that was what this piece of wood wished to be, Mura's face was perfect in the wood smooth his eyes focused intense passionate and driven for a goal. A unique purpose, His large hands had the ball his arms caught in mid movement the shirt moving about his frame caught in mid motion full of ripples and movement as well as the ball shorts. His legs in matching motion....the shoes and feet bent....the shorts and laces as they should be. Even Mura's hair....carved just right for being pulled back for the most part...save that which would have pulled loose carefully painstakingly carved thin threads of wood whisps of hair moving about motions, things of detail....things that made up Mura....KIcha sighed and closed his eyes tipping his hand while gently closing it around the wooden carving the bag with the snacks and drinks for Mura slung over his shoulder still....he supposed he should go meet up with Mura in a moment no doubt his partner after all that would be hungry or would he be upset that Kicha had come to watch him play?