welcome to my life[p]

[EMIKO]

The bittersweet taste of blood graced Emiko's soft pink lips, dripping from her fingers before she wrapped her lips around it, her tongue swirling up the last of it. Oh how she loved the taste as it swam down her throat, enroaching her. How she had come to be in this very spot, at this very moment, was unbeknownest to her- she was happy about it however, as she had finally gotten the fresh taste she had been yearning for. Living in Kirigakure, she had realized, limited her options. She had to survive on the blood of animals- it wasn't as good as human blood- it was just like living on tofu. It filled you up but you always knew there was something more- something better out there. Now don't get her wrong- she's not a vampire, just a very sick and twisted individual who happened to love the taste of human blood- if you doubt me, feel her teeth- perfectly normal.

"Guess I should get rid of this body"

Emiko grumbled as she picked up the man, tossing him into the nearby stream, throwing his.. manhood after him. Apparently he had gotten a little two excited of the prospect of the girl on top of him- well it was definitely not happening. You see, first they had played the piggy game and well.. he was utterly horrible. First she had started with his left foot, running the kunai up and down, testing him. You know what he said? He said he didn't know. Well, Emiko wasn't satisfied with that answer, so in response, she took her kunai and in one clean sweep removed the phalange from him. Oh how sweet his scream of terror had been- all the while she had just sat back, licking the blood from her weapon. So, after that she tried again. And again. And again. Finally, however, as she came to his last toe he remembered and, as a token,she let him keep it, climbing on him and then laughing.

Then she felt it, pressed hard against her pale thigh, and then she went berserk. She cut it off first, listening to his wail of apology. It wasn't good enough for her- so then she cut off his tongue. But he kept trying and trying until finally she got so angery she just slit his throat. She didn't feel sorry- an old pervert like that was a danger to the world. Then she had cleaned up the blood that she could before tossing him overside the cliff. His blood was delicious, at least.

Now, as she walked along the empty path down the road, she was only vaguely aware of someone following her.

TAG: NAGA

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[marvolous.]

Being a vagabond wasn't all that bad, in perspective. Frankly, I wasn't tied or bore an allegiance to anyone and any place, rather I was free to do whatever exactly I wanted. Aside from the fact that I could no longer return to the home I had lived within for twenty years of my life, and even the occasional mercenary attempting to make good on my large bounty, my life was rather easy to sustain. Though this was true, it was far less fulfilling as I thought it would be, especially considering how very little I had progressed since fleeing my village. Not only that, but there was very little entertainment on the road - that, and that alone, was the problem.

I couldn't recall just how long exactly I had been watching, but time seemed to fly as I casually observed a man - who quite clearly was not enjoying himself - being butchered by that of another. I didn't bother helping him, no-- where was the fun in that? Instead, I gazed on both absentmindedly and curiously as it became apparent that the man had fallen victim to a woman's charm; his genitals paying the price for his body's uncontrollable transgressions. It was a gruesome scene, but I did not flinch even for a moment, even as the woman drank the man's blood and then tossed the body aside like discarded trash.

It was the eccentric nature of the crime that caused me to continue after the woman for far longer than I originally intended. She wasn't normal - that was obvious. However, she seemed to have this vibe about her that intrigued me; I guess I could have blamed that on curiosity? Needless to say, I no longer made my presence hidden from her as she forged her way down the path. Instead, I merely continued behind her - my hands remaining in my pockets as my eyes danced about her moving silhouette.

If she was or had ever been a shinobi, she no doubt would have noticed my linger form by now. So, almost expecting such due to her earlier performance, I yelled out to her - my demeanor remaining void of much enthusiasm let alone emotion.

"Yo."

[EMIKO]

In the few days Emiko had been a rogue shinobi, she had found that she quite enjoyed it. Freedom was the main thing- no one to tell her what was right and wrong, no one to force her to do inane missions such as cleaning up the village or walking someone's dogs- how would that help her get any better at being a shinobi? Exactly, it wouldn't. All it would do is hold her back while now she didn't know where her travels would lead her- they could possibly lead her into danger, disaster and -kami forbid- death. But there was also those things that could be euphoric, such as learning a new jutsu or finding someone absolutely delicious who finally had that spark in them that could deal with her- it is very hard to keep her satisfied, especially sexually. No one she had ever known was into the kinky things that she was and for that sex bored her.

Now, as she stood on the dirt pathway, a smirk crossed over her face. Did this man have what it took to earn her trust? Maybe, maybe not- she would definitely be looking forward to finding out, though she prepared herself for the greater possibility of disappointment.

"Good evening"

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The words left her lips and the purple and pink haired beauty turned around to face him. The first thing she noticed were his eyes. They instantly attracted her own bright blue ones. Her eyes, after that, trailed down, taking him all in. He was fairly attractive, she would admit that, but he wasn't her type- well, most males weren't anyways. She preferred females, always had- they were much more obedient while males wanted to control her- oh hell no, that wasn't happening.

"May I ask your name?"[/color][/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[marvolous.]

It was weird, honestly. Curiosity was the trigger and also the pull that caused me to follow her, but sheer excitement was the reason I almost felt inclined to do something... drastic. I wasn't a fool in such a means that I would fall for a woman's charm, no, that was the complete opposite. Truthfully, I wasn't attracted to anyone or anything in that such way, nor could I even fathom the thought of letting myself go for a woman - rather, it was her almost psychotic actions that appealed to me. I was accustomed to having similar thoughts due to my schizophrenia, so it was quite difficult turning away from it when it was being displayed right infront of me.

"May I ask your name?"
"No."

It was but a simple and flat response to her question, my legs guiding my body forward as she turned to face me. It was impossible to not notice her eyes falling over my body, especially as she did it so bluntly and without any regard. Contrary to how most men would react, however, this brought little to no emotion to my countenance; instead, my eyes gazed into her own with much curiosity in it's absence. Strangely enough, I still felt nothing after several moments passed by; her physical beauty, as defining as it was, not even phasing me slightly.

"You're very puzzling, y'know that right?" I spoke, inching even closer to her as time slowly went by. "You're very skilled with a knife, I must say."

[EMIKO]

The response Emiko received from him was short, deliberate and to the point. She liked that- she wished more people thought that way. It allowed for more conversation and didn't turn things into a bore or bother- she wished the merchant had been that way, maybe he would not have been forced to asphyxiate him. What a shame it was indeed- he was probably a father and had a wife expecting him to come home, but instead he had decided to stop for the cute little purple haired girl- worst mistake of his life. Emiko wished now that she had saved some blood for later- her blood lust was fairly high, mainly because she hadn't been able to taste the blood of a human for so long- in her eyes it was a sin to not allow a person to do what their heart desires them to do, but no one else saw it that way- of course she couldn't blame them, they probably could have come up her next meal if they weren't careful enough.

"Oh? Well my name is Emiko Nagawa, it's a pleasure to meet you."

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Her tone was simple and straight to the point, surprisingly being very polite- it was almost like the girl had changed into a completely different person. Of course, she hadn't, but maybe being this way would open him up a bit. She moved closer toward him and offered a small smile, her teeth lightly coating with a bit of blood still, along with her cheek as she moved toward him. When she heard his statement she couldn't help but laugh.

"If I'm puzzling to you, that must be a good thing, but as for my knife skill it is something I pride myself on... what are you skills?"[/color]

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[marvolous.]

"Oh? Well my name is Emiko Nagawa--"
"Naga? What a name."

I cooed, answering both quickly and stoically as if I almost anticipated her words. It was strange how I was doing such, but she was quite easy to read. She was far too polite for it to be genuine, especially after such a gruesome dismemberment she gave to a man. Not only that but she seemed far to poised to use her facade to get what she wanted, which, coincidentally, I had full knowledge of. She was playing a game, that much was clear - but how far was she willing to go with it?

"I wouldn't say that, exactly." I humored, my eyes leaving hers and falling upon her exposed teeth. It was out of pure curiosity that I let her get so close to my body, my mind weary of all the outcomes that could happen as a result of her movement. Not only that, but I matched her movement with my own; my feet guiding me forward and closing the last remaining feet between us. When I stopped moving we were but inches apart, my eyes turning to squints to get a better look at her own as my right hand's fingers crept along the brim of my hat. Turning it around on my head I laughed, the emotion that usually accompanied such an action still not there.

"My skills? I'm good at seeing through people. I guess you could call it a... sixth sense?"

[EMIKO]

I raised a brow when I heard his response to my name- it was like he had anticipated the words coming from my lips... this had just gotten a whole lot more interesting indeed. I didn't know whether he knew of my little game or not, but either way it did not matter to me- this was going to end one of two ways. The first way would have me possibly having a new travel companion- as long as he didn't mind my blood drinking, it would work out quite well. Either that or it would possibly end up with one of us dead, but for some reason I did not believe it would be this way- he seemed much to stoic and poised for that. Maybe that was why I bothered with this little conversation in the first place- he was unlike most men I had met before, who cared only for the flirting and the charming, but not this one. He seemed to not be affected by the sensuality at all and in return he did not seem at all to be flirting with me, going around and boisterously showing off his power and cunning, something that turned me away from people greatly, no matter what the sex was.

"I'm glad you find my name amusing"

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The words left my mouth and a small grin appeared on my face as the soft pink flesh of my tongue came out, rubbing softly against my teeth, cleaning off at least some of the extra blood that was left from my earlier activity. The closeness between us did not bother me at all and, in fact, I allowed my eyes to stare directly back into his, their hues a beautiful and bright blue color. I hated my eyes, however. It was not because of their appearance, but because of the fact they seemed to give away so much. In fact, at the current moment they probably showed off my curiosity for him- I needed to figure him out, it was inevitable. The laughter that came from his lips made my own quiver- you know how they say that laughter is contagious and in this instant it seemed to be true- I had not had a reason to laugh in so long.

"A sixth sense? Well please, why don't you tell me what you see about me"[/color]

My inquisitiveness had grown even more now as I stood, waiting for his reply.

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[marvolous.]

That isn't the only thing I find amusing. I would have said this but that would have been a little too mean - at least, I assumed, from my perspective. I didn't usually censor myself for I had no reason to, but there was very little that I knew about this female. The wrong words could very well set her off, and, well, I wasn't too keen in tainting my garb with her blood if such would happen. Rather, I wanted to know more about her and what fueled her motives; essentially, I wanted to also see if she could serve a purpose to me. I needed connections, especially now - if I could turn a shinobi, much like I had turned Asato into being a pawn, I could accomplish many things.

"About you? I can see through you." My laughter ceased, each of my words reverberating through the air as my breath thinned and my heart beat slowed - I was in perfect control. "You use your natural beauty to get what you want from anyone, men especially. They all fall to your games, very much like the last one, and you dispose of them once that happens. Not only that, but your thirst for such attention... it is never fully quenched, is it?" She was correct, her eyes were a dead giveaway; they not only told her story with much distinction, but they also seemed to emanate her emotions.

An interesting phenomenon, yes. However, I had no use for someone as careless and easy as she seemed to appear to me. "You want to know what I also see?" My hand shot up to her face without much notice, my fingers caressing the cool surface of her countenance as they wiped off a trace of blood seemingly missed. "You're an inexperienced shinobi, perhaps from Kirigakure. Am I wrong?" There were several indicators for such an assumption but I did not reveal which. Instead my hand remained upon her skin, it's soft touch lingering over the contours of her face despite no longer having a purpose.

"Sora. Call me Sora."

[EMIKO]

Every word that left his lips made my eyes light up more and more. My lips quivered, seemingly from sadness- it looked like I was about to cry, my eyes seemingly glassed over with liquid tears. Then, after a few moments of looking like this, I busted out in laughter, tears now falling down my face- tears of laughter. What a complete idiot! As if I actually needed to use my beauty to lure men it- it was like I had a magnet in my pocket that attracted them. I would easily toss away such a thing if it were actually tangible, but alas, it was not. It took me a few minutes to get myself under control and even after I did I had to hold my stomach from the pain of the laughter. I held up a finger, telling him to wait a moment as I wiped my face clear of the salty liquid.

"Oh you don't even realize how wrong you really are, do you? I don't need to use my natural beauty, per say, to attract men- I wish it didn't. A woman's blood is much sweeter than a man's. Also, I don't need attention- I only like to play my little game to amuse myself- I never get the same response from a person each time and it amuses me. I never realized how every person has a different writhe, a different moan and a different way of accepting their fates- some take time to realize it while others realize it almost immediately... I like to learn people"

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The works left my lips before his hand shot up to touch the cool, pale skin of my face. I watched him out of my eyes and raised my eyebrow. "Well, your half-right anyways. I'm not inexperienced- I just prefer merchants and civilians because their blood has not been tainted with that of another's- you wouldn't understand, I really don't expect you too.[/color] I said calmly, continuing to watch him as his fingers kept contact with my cool skin.

"What a wonderful name...Sora- it rolls off the tongue so nicely, don't you think?"[/color]

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[marvolous.]

"Also, I don't need attention- I only like to play my little game to amuse myself."

How amusing. Even on such a beautiful creature such as herself denial wasn't a pretty thing. It did not matter however, the subject wouldn't be pushed farther than it needed to go. Besides, I had already achieved a part of my goal in speaking in such a way; inadvertently, with each passing second she was revealing more and more about her that I could potentially use. Essentially, I was killing two birds with one stone - the less effort I would have to exert to get her to divulge more information about herself, the faster - and easier - it will be. Nevertheless, she made no notion to flinch or move away from my hand so it remained in it's position.

"It's a beautiful name, if I must say so myself." I laughed once more, this time a smile forming from the thin line that represented my lips - truthfully, it was all genuine this time. "Enough about me, though." I stepped back, my hands falling back towards my side. My eyes still remained on her own however, their pure black nature seemingly trying to gaze right through her.

"If you are not as inexperienced as I thought," I paused, allowing my body in the brief moment between my words to push past her own. I continued walking with that, all but assuming she'd follow suit. My guard wasn't dropped, but I was indeed more relaxed than I had previously been. "What are your shinobi senses telling you about me?" It was a simple question, however, predicting she probably wouldn't know what I meant, I furthered.

"Friend or enemy?"

[marvolous.]

Putting this on halt.

[KID GAMBINO.]

emiko | 44 + 25 = 69 EXP
naga | 46 + 25 = 71 EXP