A Missing Piece ( Ramuh x Miumi )

[MIUMI H. BERAMē!]

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[atrb=style, height: 326px; padding: 0px 78px 0px 103px] A cold emptiness has taken up residence in his heart and it was slowly beginning to fester and began to send pulsating dull pains throughout every nerve and fiber of his being, but the only problem it wasn’t just physical but emotional and even a little bit spiritual. Miumi would bring his head down towards his knees as he laid soundlessly on his bed listening to the throb of his heart which only served to burn his problem more firmly into his mind. At the moment Miumi was like a grand puzzle that was missing but a single piece; in the scheme of things the puzzle was still mostly complete but it wasn’t whole. Miumi’s hole was beginning to become filled with coldness and insecurities instead of the warmth and friendship that a meister could bring. He was beginning to believe it was because of his standards; as he didn’t wish for a partner that was consumed by their own arrogance or bloodlust. He also didn’t want a partner who felt they were more important then he himself, as in this partnership it was a balance and because of that his soul wavelength wouldn’t match up. The end result normally was either he was too heavy for them to wield or they ended up cutting themselves as his body readjusted itself in an attempt to reject them. The fear of not having a partner was becoming more and more apparent as the days had ticked by and many of the students who arrived the same day or even after him had found their partners. As he would trace his arms idly with the tips of his blackened nails and stare blankly at the design of the Lycrosis Radiata. Leaning across the bed as he would reach for his glasses his long black hair would cascade around his body and caused an almost GRUDGE like appearance as he would grab them and bring them back to his face. He fiddled with the zebra –print frames and would smile idly as he looked in the mirror. He couldn’t always be depressed maybe it just wasn’t meant to be or maybe this was a trial. He was just deluding himself into thinking that because he wasn’t an automanous weapon meaning he required the assistance of a meister. He would brush his hair out getting rid of the tangles and smoothing it over with some Special Effect oil. He might as well do something preductive while most of the others were out on missions. He would fiddle with his mother’s pendant and adjust the straps of his shirt which hung slightly lower on the right so that parts of his upper chest were visible, but the bump in it gave the appearance that Miumi might actually be female. It came down over the short skirt Miumi was wearing which in reality made it look like it was just the shirt. He would slid on his vans and walk out of the room before he collided with someone and was bombarbed with the smell of must and age and began to cough violently as he fell backwards and his eyes narrowed slightly but no voice projected.. ” …..

[atrb=style, height: 172px; padding: 103px 161px 54px 164px] By JAWN of AA, OTE, and TC

[RAMUH!]

The furious wrath of the late Egyptian Prince was enough to annoy all of Death City for a thousand years to come. Or at least keep Ramuh mummbling to himself for a good half hour. It was terrible, to be a future Pharoh one minute, and become a worthless mummy the next. It was like some terrible dream that he would never wake from, and to make matters worse he was no longer in his own domain, or even his own time period. Shortly after he awoke from his stone prison the seal broke and he was free, only to be lectured on how he would have to live like a...like a... peasant! Ramuh couldn't stand it. Not only was his riches severely limited, but he also had to get used to the vast changes the future brought.

All around him Ramuh witnessed things he never saw before. Mechanical devices everywhere. Some on wheels like a cart but destinctly different then wooden wheels. Little things that produced light and sound out of nowhere like it was magic. In fact Ramuh had to assume it was so. Was everyone here a witch as well? No even males had these magic devices...could it be that males were witches too now? Ramuh was so plagued by anger and confusion that he wasn't even able to comprehend where he was going...until suddenly...BUMP. Ramuh found himself walking into something, and suddenly the small figure that was the Ex-Prince of Egypt was lying on the ground, a cloud of dust and dirt flying into the air like a sand storm moving across the dunes.

His muscles in his forehead clenched in anger and the tiny figure of Ramuh rose up slowly as if he was a zombie comming out of the ground. A single red glow came from within the bandaged face of Ramuh and he exclaimed. "Peasant, how dare you push the great Pharoh's son? Have you any idea the penalty for..." Oh, that's right, he isn't the Prince anymore, that had to be a little more than 2000 years ago. The glow in his eye disapeared and the muscles in his forehead calmed down. The little Prince fell limp as he looked down at the unfamiliar concrete flooring. Ramuh then sat down with his legs crossed as he again regained the confusion of this strange new world. He hardly even noticed the person he had walked into anymore. What was he to do now that he was forced to live this complete new life?