RnR My Ass! [P=Guy]

[Shoüta]

[/i] the swelling aptitude of his empty stomach hit Shouta like a brick in the face, the subconscious thought of ramen seemed to bombard his thoughts, pushing out any ideas of training, fighting or even shop-lifting. Now this; was not a good thing, for this left him with little-to-no energy to drag himself out of his bed, which right now, was being bombarded by the early morning sun, curling through his unusually thick curtains. Drifting slowly back into a dull sleep, the early morning waded past, slowly encumbering to a brighter part of the day, the very time slowly switching into the better part of '9' am.

Now, Shouta hadn't slept in like this in years, and was unfamiliar by the amount of light which swamped his room like a broken dam, leaving him vulnerable to the harsh sunlight which seemed to eat away at his very strength, leaving him fatigued the moment he peeked out of one eye.

Opening both of his shut eyes completely his mouth twisted into a frown, his curtains, which had been tightly shut, where now open completely, his window also opened a crack to let in some rather soft and mellow air. Letting out a perplexed yawn, the teen stretched out his arms in distaste, both hands curling into balls as he shoved the sheets out from over him with a few kick-like movements.

"No wonder I slept in for so long~, it's so calm around here." The male let out a low snicker, rolling his shoulders and twisting sideways, stretching out his legs to gently place them down atop the hardwood floor, his bare feet wiggling gently as they accustomed to the slightly-dramatic change in temperature.

Stumbling to his bedroom door he grasped ahold of the copper knob, twisting rather harshly and pushing the door free, unaware of the sudden change in weight which would turn out to be his downfall, Shouta fell forward, the door which was now open showed a clear-cut path for the floor, the two steps below him becoming nothing more then a detail on the ground as the fell forward, bare feet slipping on the ground, forcing him to fall forward and downwards, causing him to go into a veered stumble, soon meeting the floor of the hallway face-first, his face slamming harshly against the ground, his own body twisting to meet the pressure of the floor, causing a bit less of damage; but still gaining enough to ruin his morning.

A stiffled groan left his lips as he slowly pressed his palms to the oak floor beneath him, slowly pressing his strength into his shoulders and allowing him to haul himself upwards, gaining a rather unstable laying-position. A few moments passed after he pushed himself up, the stinging on the bridge of his nose was intoxicating, the very pain which he felt was over exaggerated, enough to make some one shit confused on why exactly they felt like this.

Clenching his hands he watched as the pain came to a standstill for a moment, a single drop of crimson slipping from his face and dropping to the floor, leaving a small puddle of pure-red blood. "Perfect." The male remarked sourly, slowly climbing to his feet to watch the shift in weight push out more blood, spilling to the floor and creating a larger puddle, his visage barely visible in the crimson colored puddle.

Drawing out another breath, he pushed himself to his feet, slowly stumbling away from the puddle to inspect the damage which had been done, noting that there wasn't any real damage other then the fact that his nose was bleeding, no bending, no nothing.

Letting out a shuddered breath he slowly placed two fingers to the bridge of his nose, slowly pinching and inflicting minor pain, but he ignored it, the blood stopped soon after, leaving him enough time to wipe away the excess blood and move on with his day, dressing himself in a basic set of shinobi clothing and leaving the house behind, stepping out into the high morning sun and outwards to the nearest shop, Ichiraku Ramen.

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[Guyviroth]

Another day, another form of trouble. The blazing rays dazzled, dancing upon the glass of the double glazed windows upon the shinobi common rooms, and among the houses that nestled either side, flanking in short stature but in detailed numbers. The breeze was gentle today; no tree, blade of grass and petal of flower strained itself from the tress of bending as the wind passed by, like a friend meeting another, courtious smiles and a wave of a hand in warm greeting could only be described for the gentle breeze upon the Leaf's crystal blue skies. Single small dropd of dew slid and tumbled from the leaves on the overhanging trees over the roofs of the buildings, falling heavily, yet graciously, onto the window panels. A gentle ring of the thud and splash sounded calming to one's sleeping ears.

Helios, however, wasn't so much as asleep as he was trying to rest. His body was hurting from the long, strainuous workout while he was farming the nearby fields from yesterday's mission. His eyes kept trying to shut, but they kept springing open a little as he relaxed his eyelids. His winced as his vision was still blurry, looking up at the white ceiling of his sleeping quarters. He tried to lift an arm to pull the softened quilt over his numb body, he was warm and coy in bed, and for some reason it was the only time he felt like such crap. He just wanted to lay on the firm matress, listen to the sound of the winds and birds as they cooed him to the land of clouds in a whispering sonnet, the magic of a lullaby would be just the thing he needed at the moment.

But, he couldn't just be lazy, lay back and sleep the whole day off. He had been like this for so long that he wasn't keeping up with his training, and he sure as hell wasn't keep up with the village's needs in missions, not to mention that he hasn't cleaned his own home for some while. Sighing softly, he used both hands to blast the quilt away from him, folding over neatly almost in a perfect half as his bare body and midriff showed. His knees bent slowly, painfully, his joints feeling like a pair of rusty hinges on an old wooden gate, creaking with each degree of movement as they bent. Pushing the rest of the quilt back with his feet, he straightened his legs back across the length of the matress. Using his momentum to kick his legs to one side of the bed, he rolled over slowly before planting his feet onto the solid wooden floorboards. A single hand brushed part of his hair from his face as he stood, eyes half closed.

'So glad I don't feel as crap as I did days ago...' The only thing going through his mind at ther moment was the fact that his body was just about able to move itself. His muscles were practically soaked in lactic acids from the amount of work he did that one mission. 'Never again. Never again am I farming...' that kind of heavily labour wasn't so good for his rather fail frame. His prowess was based upon the speed of his arms, not the strength of them. Nonetheless, it was time he got moving.

Helios stood from the bed and looked towards a set of steel hangars hooked upon a wooden rail. One was his upper robe, the other a pair of hakama pants, and the other his waist rope. Within a few minutes, Helios was finely dressed in his usual garb, minus a few things. Upon the table lay his single left-handed glove that allowed him to keep a grip on his scabbard. The sword itself, his chokuto, lay upon a sword stand upon his dresser. Grasping at the sheathe and sliding it between his waist rope and robe, he looked down at the doormat to a pair of white sandals. Slipping them on, he gave a one last check of his house before exiting.

The day was much better than he had anticipated. The amount of drops of water on his window suggested that outsite was going to be damp and littered with puddles. Clearly he was wrong. However, before he did anything he had to get something to eat, definitely at his favourite spot of Ichiraku Ramen. However, as he turned the corner from his home, he saw the back of another person that was a shinobi, perhaps making his way to the same spot? Helios smirked and began to tail the boy from several meters back.

[Shoüta]

The unfamiliar presence of some one else put Shouta on edge; even if it was only a little bit. Continuing his rather lazy walk he forced himself to focus on his stride, left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, the almost awkward stillness between the two shinobi was awkward, the streets, which had been filled with many people only a few hours ago where scarse, the only two which walked the path to the ramen^shop was Shouta and this unknown male.

Being unanxious wasn't one of Shouta's good points, getting rather annoyed the boy moved a hand forward and unzipped his travel-kit which was placed directly where his pants zipper should be. Now, to the unknown male this should just seem like the grumpy teen was zipping up his pants, or something more delicate which shouldn't be mentioned, but in reality, the male was lifting out his trusty kunai and imbuing it with one of the more basic ninja moves, commonly referred to as; 'Hein', or 'Flying Swallow'. Although, the move was a basic one, made to increase the blade-length, or add one, to any normal weapon, but this had a twist, thanks to his 'raiton' type element, the blade itself started to spark, emanating a low blue glow, also giving off the very slightly chidordi-esque chirping sound. The male wouldn't have time to ponder that though, for Shouta swung around, the dirt grinding underneath his sandal and going up in a large gust of dust, in the same time as the twisting motion, he released the kunai, the electrical current boosting its inital speed, for the throw itself was a weak one, that of a non stretched-out ninja, but still enough. The throw itself was pinpoint and sharp, aiming to slam into his upper shoulder, it could easily be dodged though, for it isn't in the larger part of his vicinity.

The only still thought which was running through Shouta's head was twisted. Right now, they where in a similar peace-in-time as it was before the third great ninja war, every person who took a step was walking on a very fragile fabric, that of brittle grass over a pit of death, and Shouta, wrongly assuming of course, thought that this shinobi was being a sneaky little man, aiming to poison him.

Okay, he was cranky from waking up to a disturbed house, so fucking what?

Regardless, he reached forward once more to remove his trusty 'hand knife', hooking it into his hand and taking a defencive step backwards, grinding his shoe deeply into the earth below, glaring harshly at the man, "You have my attention." The red-head muttered crossly, twisting his hand into a ball and glaring forward.

This would be a long day.

[Guyviroth]

Deserted was the way towards the Ramen stall, and the young shinobi of white kept his guard up while trailing the younger male. It wasn't unheard of for children much younger than him to be used as assassins or spies, especially if they were trained correctly and diligently. Helios would remember of those stories as his mind began to circumvent the numerous amounts of possibilities this child's background could of cinsisted of; orphan trained to be a spy, an assassin with a vendetta against the leaf, a chuunin of prodigy from another village out for the Leaf's secrets. He couldn't be certain of the boy's motives, but it made him wonder why he'd never seen him before.

But the boy stopped. Helios' eyes focused upon the target, upon several meters away. This boy was too obvious a shinobi if he were to stop suddenly presumably because Helios was following him, and not even so close at that. Still they both more than likely had the same things going through their mind; one person conspiring against another. It was rather antagonistic for Helios to of done so at first, but at the end of the day if it was for the safety of his village then it was something he was prepared to do. His left hand gripped loosely around the scabbard of the chokuto sword, while his right gripped tightly across the cloth of the handle of his blade. An image of how he could play this out began to spread across the vestiges of his mind; if he would throw a kunai, he would dodge and persist the attack. If he would somehow appear behind him, a rear thrust would be all he needed. If appearing in front, the front thrust would be capable enough. If disarmed, he would just use his wrist blade. Among that he had many other tools.

But the boy began to zip something near his crotch. Helios raised an eye brow first, before realising what he thought the guy was doing. The shinobi wasn't doing something that Helios would find in good taste, and was probably why the boy walked this path knowing that it was going to be deserted of other villagers. "Hey, you can't jus--" Helios yelled out, but before he could finish, a kunai of flowing blue color darted towards him. It wasn't within his direct focus, meaning that it wasn't aiming for his face, more more along the side of him, possibly the ribs or shoulder. He wasn't expecting the boy to keep a kunai in his... pants? Then again that also explains why he couldn't see a pouch of equipment tied to his leg, so it caught him off guard somewhat. However, Helios was able to hop to the side and watch as the kunai flung by. Helios quickly shifted his eyes to behind him as the unknown lad stepped backwards in defense; he was concerned that the kunai wouldn't strike any unfortunate citizen behind them. Fortunately the path was still empty asides from the two of them.

"Only a fool would make such a strike a shinobi in their own village-" Helios would reprimand and threaten the boy as he unsheathed his sword half way. However, as he looked on, he noticed a headband tied around the forehead, emblazones in a circular emblem that could only be marked as the Hidden Leaf. Helios took a sigh and a small smirk of relief as he replaced the revealed blade back into the scabbard. "So you're another Leaf Shinobi. Interesting that I've never seen you before. My name's Helios. And yours?" It was of common courtesy to extend one's name before asking for another. It was the least he could do for... stalking the poor boy.

[Messatsu!]

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