<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Feeling her grip against his body, pulling him closer, Blake's eyes closing and losing to their soft luster. Warming up in her embrace, Blake deepened the kiss between them both, letting his own hidden passion be known in this kiss. Though he was normally second nature in concealing most of his emotions, but pulled out of his calm... He could hide nothing from Nyoko. Feeling her hands grab him softly, nearly climbing up his body and pull him closer to her. As she arched her back, a moment for him to lean over her, if found wanting. Taking that moment, he parted from her lips, plants his lips near her collarbone.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"'Return' them to you? Is this some sort of sick joke? Have you lost your sanity? You didn't give them to us! You gave Kurohana to my master, not me. The only person I can return it to is him. They don't belong to you anymore... If you regret it, then you should have never given these swords away at the first place. But I can't return a gift, and I cannot return the legacy of the man who raised me. A man that took a child readied for death and gave him life. I understood something when I was fighting [i]him</span>. That sword's turned against me and disobeyed my commands because I wasn't good enough for it. I won't let Nyoko put herself into danger and use Akaihana before she's prepared. But I <span style="font-weight: bold">am</span> prepared now. I won't be satisfied with being a worthless piece of shit that can't fulfill a task that's been given to me by the man that gave life to me, and gave his own life for us. If you want that sword back... Then I'm afraid you might have to have to force it off me. If someone like you can do it, it's not worth having it, anyway."[/i]<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4080">"I commend your loyalty, but his life was wasted!"</span> Rosalia burst out herself, shaking her head and having a laugh. <span style="color: #FF4080">"Even with Kurohana at your disposal... Not only he nearly kill you in spite in your needless rage, but you couldn't even land a single blow on him. Let alone he was merely playing with you right till the sad end. The sword is not the problem. The real problem is YOU, Haruki. But what do I know?"</span> She teased, the edges of her faces rising up, revealing a more vivid smile. <span style="color: #FF4080">"But why force the sword I made off you?"</span> She asked, her kimono turning from black to white, a black stripe between the two red stripes around her waist. Her dress was adorned with several drops and splatters of blood. And in her hands, a beautiful white katana, as if bathed in winter snow... The long blade, the flower-like tsuba, and a long white cloth attached to the handle. <span style="color: #FF4080">"I would have more fun tearing you apart piece by piece..."</span></span>