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  <title>Bubbly!</title>
  <subtitle>It only takes a hug....</subtitle>
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  <updated>2014-06-21T04:24:38Z</updated>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-06-25:1653814:1033</id>
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    <title>zodiac_rabbit @ 2014-06-20T21:20:00</title>
    <published>2014-06-21T04:24:38Z</published>
    <updated>2014-06-21T04:24:38Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">"You can't catch me!!!"  The voice is high pitched and singsong as it playfully taunts those who are behind him playing what can only be a game of tag.  The door is slammed shut before Momiji Sohma sliddeeesss to a halt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh &lt;i&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt; I haven't been here in &lt;i&gt;forever&lt;/i&gt;.  You're that bar that thinks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pause, as he tilts his head and ponders for a looonggg moment.  "I guess that means my game is done for a bit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=zodiac_rabbit&amp;ditemid=1033" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-06-25:1653814:798</id>
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    <title>zodiac_rabbit @ 2012-11-10T12:06:00</title>
    <published>2012-11-10T19:10:35Z</published>
    <updated>2012-11-10T19:10:35Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Now that it has been a while, Momiji has found his way back outside.  The forest really is a nice place when you don't have to worry about deranged ex-gods running around and luring a person into the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momiji is laying in the grass near the edge of the forest, and from just inside the woods he can see the eyes of the Demon Bunnies.  They're watching each other, with more and more of them showing up as time passes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't seem afraid of them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=zodiac_rabbit&amp;ditemid=798" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-06-25:1653814:673</id>
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    <title>zodiac_rabbit @ 2012-10-27T12:52:00</title>
    <published>2012-10-27T19:54:44Z</published>
    <updated>2012-10-27T19:54:44Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Momiji sits at a table near the door to outside. &amp;nbsp;Before him is spread some books, fun, happy books that should be enough to distract any high-school kid. &amp;nbsp;But instead his eyes keep flickering to the door that leads outside. &amp;nbsp;One hand rubs his temple, like he has a headache. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lines marking where sleep has been deprived are hardly uncommon these days. &amp;nbsp;They mark just one more change in personality for the normally bubbly kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=zodiac_rabbit&amp;ditemid=673" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-06-25:1653814:453</id>
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    <title>Compulsion</title>
    <published>2012-10-22T05:11:42Z</published>
    <updated>2012-10-28T05:48:22Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Momiji rubs his head, and orders another tea from the bar. &amp;nbsp;He'd promised Enzo to not do anything, but it couldn't be anything bad, right? &amp;nbsp;No need to be concerned about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't just a headache, and Momiji knows it. &amp;nbsp;It felt like when Akito called all the Zodiac. &amp;nbsp;It was a compulsion and he couldn't fight it. &amp;nbsp;Already the stress has gotten to the point where Momiji has turned into a rabbit several times. &amp;nbsp;The compulsion lessened in his rabbit form, and eventually the boy returned to well, being a boy. &amp;nbsp;Thankfully, every time had happened when he was alone and still close to his clothing so no one had commented at the naked boy in the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time he turned though, it helped less, and less. &amp;nbsp;It was becoming less of a feeling now, and more of an actual command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momiji tried his best to ignore it. &amp;nbsp;Sleeping didn't help, the voice was louder in his dreams. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't offer any reasons or incentives for Momiji to come. &amp;nbsp;Just a powerful insistence that this was what the boy was GOING to do. &amp;nbsp;No matter how long it took, he would come to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momiji clutches the doorway tight with one hand. &amp;nbsp;Maybe if he just opened it, if the thing thought that he was getting his way, the voice would stop long enough for him to go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door handle turns, almost as if the boy is no longer controlling his actions. &amp;nbsp;And he isn't. &amp;nbsp;All that he can hear now is the voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come. &amp;nbsp;Come. &amp;nbsp;Come. &amp;nbsp;Come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;I'm coming. &amp;nbsp;I'm coming....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt; &amp;nbsp;Momiji manages to fight just enough to keep his pace to a walk, but he's no longer completely in control. &amp;nbsp;The voice wants him to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=zodiac_rabbit&amp;ditemid=453" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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