Hi, I'm Dangerous (Torao. Open)

[Momo/Arashi Yukimura]

Momo was bored and had no clue why she was out here. She was currently sitting at the river, her small feet dipped into the water. The water was warm, due to it being summer. Momo was dressed in a very short kimono that reached only down to her mid thigh. The kimono itself was white with red stitching. Simple, but yet seemed to complete her.

Of course, her hair was up in a side pony tail and she looked extremely cute as always. She seemed tired, but yet she wasn't. She was just calm for once. She chuckled and stood up with a smile on her rose petal lips. But there was something about her that seemed odd. something that wasn't complete feminine. The thing is that she wasn't a she. Momo was a boy. A very pretty boy, to be exact.

Of course, he carried his weapons on him, but they were completely hidden. He didn't need people to know that he could fight. Especially when he wanted to be a innocent girl. And so far, he was winning. He never told anyone that he was a guy. he liked this image. After all, it reminded him of his parents. Well, more like his dad. He let his tail wag and he whispered in a feminine voice, "What to do today..."

[Torao]

Torao ran and ran through the forest, cursing the day and wishing it was night. He panted hard as his lungs burned. He thought he saw Yuzuki, his baby sister come here, but that was well of twenty five minutes ago. He hadn't stopped, but she was faster than him and he knew it. e may have been the wolf, but she was the athlete. Well, seemed like one. It wasn't running that was bothering him, it was the heat. He hated summer. Worst time of the year for him. Torao finally stopped, collapsing to his knees as he gasped for air, trying to swallow so his dry throat would become wet. Yuzuki, where the hell are you?! He closed his eyes as he began to see Yuzuki when she was little and when she lived with him. she was happy, they both were.

Torao opened his eyes as he looked up, his yellow eyes blank as he got up, his white hair falling on his face again. He walked forward, for he had heard someone speak. He knew it was to themselves, for he didn't hear a reply. This is gross, but this is how his clothes are. they are wet, and sticky with sweat. The heat was literally killing him. Sweat was running down his face as well as he panted.

After a few minutes of walking, he finally came to a lake. His eyes were glued to the water more than the person there as he didn't stop walking, and finally just fell right in as he sunk. He felt so much better, then swallowed some of it and felt as good as he did before he had ran. He swam back to the top and shook his head, water splashing everywhere.