rollin through.

[marvolous.]

Bleak.

A stray alabaster hand ran through my unruly hair as I stood, god-like, upon one of Hi no Kuni's highest points. I watched, keenly at first, as the many denizens of Konoha wandered about their homes, clearly clueless in comparison to their shinobi counterparts. That isn't to say Konohagakure shinobi were smart - no, that was far from the truth. However, though they shared a home in perspective (The village of Konoha), the business and the means that kept them safe clearly remained known to only the shinobi.

If they knew as much as I did about my own former nation, such as the many years I had spent devoted to killing and committing genocide in the name of the Sungakure, perhaps they would be as adamant as I was in destroying such a system. But they weren't, and that was what separated me from them - I was different, perhaps even better; always had been. It wasn't arrogance or boldness that allowed me to declare such, t'was just the simple truth.

Even as I stood there, garbed in but mere peasant clothing, a reversed black hat obscuring the nakedness of my crown, I emanated such traits. Still, my plans - their origins having been sparked with the death of Shiro - were far from being brought to fruiton, Konohagakure was just the beginning.

"Soon." A swift gust of wind shook my body with my words, a heavy drizzle falling as dusk took over the sky. "Very soon.".

[Ichi]

I frequented this place quite often. It was far enough from the village where I wouldn't hear a single soul, yet high enough to where I could see every single one of them lurking down within the village. It was a mountainous terrain - pretty offset by the rolling hills and seemingly endless valley and forests below - but I bested it with ease, despite being somewhat clumsy. Yes, this was my own personal slice of heaven, one that I greedily took without a second thought.

So, you can imagine my surprise when I heard somebody muttering something not too far from where I currently was. I wasn't surprised that whoever they were hadn't seen me; I was positioned along the length of a slab of rock, and shielded on either side by several other formations of rock and rubble of equal size. My reasoning was much simpler: my eyes were closed.

Pushing myself from my makeshift sunbed, I loosely covered myself with an unfastened kimono. Granted, it didn't cover much without being fastened, but it'd do the job in making me "presentable" to my guest.

"And just who are you?" he'd hear me long before he saw me, as I spoke before I even saw him. Rearing the corner, he'd undoubtedly recognize me as a hyuuga from my dark-colored hair and vibrant, pale lavender eyes. I wasn't like the rejects that tried to hide who they were; I was damn proud of my heritage.

Stifling a yawn with my palm, I didn't bother trying to hide whatever amount of flesh the action revealed (from letting the kimono go). This was my terrirtory, and as far as I was concerned, I was damn well allowed to sunbathe naked if it pleased me.

"And what're you doing here?"

[marvolous.]

To say my thoughts hadn't pulled me from reality and plunged me into a deep reverie would be a lie. I had spent so long analyzing the littlest of human's down below that I had let my senses dull, allowing for prospective - and unwanted - beings to creep up to my being without me even knowing. Such was the case with this female, she had remained undetected and unforeseen until she was close enough that her bare voice had reached my ears without having to be raised.

"Eh?" I offered, the smug veil of disappointment that clouded my features unable to be hidden by the time I turned to face whoever had spoken. Well, turn as in arching my head and twisting my neck to the bare minimum that my eyes could just barely fall onto her frame. It was only at the sight of her eyes - those feared pool's of only a Hyuuga's eyes - did she fully catch and hold my gaze.

"Not this again--" I began, my previous bout with a Hyuuga not too far from my mind. "What do you want, Hyuuga?" Her own question was ignored, the better half of me, despite her lack of much clothing, seeking nothing but to leave this place with her sudden appearance.

Needless to say, my hand once again found the side of my head, my fingers ruffling through my overgrown hair - how boring.

[Ichi]

So, he's one of those guys? I wasn't a priss or anything near it, but I did believe in early bird getting the worm. I'd asked my questions a considerable amount of time before him, yet he answered them with a question of his own? No way, I wasn't about to play that game. Not sure what kind of bitches he was used to dealin' with, but I definitely wasn't the type.

"I asked you first," it might've sounded childish, but it was true, "who are you and what're you doing here?"

Casual to the eye, but cautious underneath, I made my way closer to the dark-haired, cap-wearin' prick. I took my natural clumsyness into consideration as I did, making sure that I wouldn't face-plant at his feet and make myself look like a complete idiot. From rock to rock, avoiding the sharp ones, I almost skipped. I was only a foot or two from him the next time I spoke.

"Don't make me ask again, either. You want answers you gotta give 'em, first."

[marvolous.]

If I was one of those, so was she. I was used to dealing with this type of a woman: big ball'ed, not caring attitudes that made them think they were on the same level as men. It was sad, really - I hated having to deal with them, the fact that she was a Hyuuga just made it far worse. Because of that, with her words I laughed, the idea - the even small possibility - that she would do something if I made her ask again almost bringing me to tears.

"Or what?" I countered, my voice smooth yet serious. I matched her movements as she neared me, stepping forward so that my body nearly brushed against hers. I was almost a head taller than her, completely bigger in stature as well; did she really think anything she could do would intimidate me?

What would it take, I pondered, for this one to flip? It only took showing my back to the last one for him to attack me, was this Hyuuga any different? Perhaps she needed some motivation?

"I'll even close my eyes if it'll help ya'."

[Ichi]

"What's with you guys nowadays?" I asked, looking up to the trouble that had fallen into my lap this time. "I understand women are lesser than a men, yadda yadda yadda, but you think you'd still have some manners."

I wasn't gonna try and fight some random guy over not answering my question. I wasn't that kind of chick. In fact, even though I was pretty fucking good and bashin' peoples skulls in, I didn't really enjoy it all that much. Especially not on such wonderful days - the sun was out, there was a nice breeze, and I'd gotten one of the best tans I'd ever seen. Call me a narcissistic, but I looked too good for words that day.

Honestly, I wasn't sure if I could beat his ass. He very well could've killed me on the spot - that wasn't the first thing I jumped to when I got into a scuffle with someone. But I wasn't about to just back down from him like a scared dog, either.

"Look, how about you answer one of mine and I'll answer one of yours?" I lofted a brow. "No reason to fight when we can just talk, right? Besides, I don't want you to mess up my tan."

[marvolous.]

"That's the smartest thing you've said yet." I retorted, my previous laughter dissipating through the cool breeze that washed over us. Frankly, I hadn't expected her to openly attack me just like that, but that didn't stop me from at least trying to get her to do so. It would have been interesting seeing such a person, especially a woman with such loose fabric attached to her body, fighting her life away. "Fine." Another pause - should I lie to her or tell her the truth? "The names Soratsu."

I kept my last name from my tongue on purpose, such information would do more harm to me than good. Besides, I wasn't too keen on taking my chances with the folk around here - I had invaded Konoha more than once, if they still didn't have my name and my picture plastered on their walls, they were doing something wrong.

Still, without saying anything else I turned and walked over to my previous location. Once there, I sat down and allowed my legs to hang over the edge; weary, if that could even describe how I was feeling right now, watching the female from the sides of my eyes despite not waiting for her to answer my previous question. "Yo Hyuuga, are you one of them?" Them was an obvious term to describe the people of Konoha, for my eyes went back to watching them go about. "You guys look so... uninformed."

-- To say the least.

[Ichi]

"The name is Beppin," I corrected him. I wasn't fond of people referring to me by my last name. It made me sound more like an object - or animal - than a person. "And yeah, you could say that."

I'd already removed the kimono by the time I laid down beside him, finishing off my tan. I still had a few moments to go before my bronzed flesh was absolutely perfect. As for the guy? Well, I didn't really mind. He wasn't all that bad looking, and it wasn't like there was anyone else around. If anything, I was doing him a favor; maybe he wouldn't be so tense after he saw I really had no intention on starting shit with him.

"I mean, I live in Konohagakure and I'm a registered shinobi." Retrieving a pack of cigarettes from one of the folds in the pooling cloth, I'd offer him one before continuing. A spark of raiton chakra later, mine was alight. "But, they're all so-- tense. Kind of like you right now, but it's a constant thing for them."

I closed my eyes again, taking a drag from my cigarette. "That's why I come up here; I can't stand hearing them bitch for too long, y'know?" I hadn't seen a headband yet, but somethin' told me he was a ninja. I'd go out on a limb: "Well, of course you would. You're a missing ninja."

[marvolous.]

"Beppin." I then corrected myself, allowing the name to roll of my tongue so I wouldn't forget it. It wasn't like it would be a problem recalling it, especially with the air of uniqueness she had about her, but it allowed me to feel normal and not like the tool being apart of village had made me into. By the time she sat down (Well, laid) next to me, my eyes would only vaguely watch her - her naked body, though quite appealing, not enough for me to drop everything and bask at her beauty... even if it was very difficult not too.

"I probably would be the same if I lived in that shit hole." I took one of her offered cigarettes, using the opportunity to fully look at her as I ignited the tip. "You're very inquisitive. But I wouldn't really label myself as missing, its more like an extended vacation." Much like herself, I took a small but much needed drag of my cigarette; the feeling of having smoke once again sooth my lungs bringing that savored high that I hadn't felt since giving up the bad habit.

"I'm not tense cause I'm being hunted all the time, I can deal with that." I took another drag, blowing the smoke lightly over her frame once I was done with it - hopefully it would send chills down her body. "My mind, though, thats a different story. Theres alot going on in here." Insanity wasn't that foreign to me, it was but just one of the perks of having schizophrenia. I didn't expect her to understand that, so I quickly changed the subject.

"You seem rather relaxed for a shinobi in the presence of a nuke'. How do you know I won't kill you?"

I joked - sort of, at least.

[Ichi]

"I like to know things," I admitted. I won't say that I was nosy by any means, but knowledge was more powerful than any ninjutsu, taijutsu or genjutsu. Without knowledge we weren't much different than the animals we killed and enslaved, or the barbaric bandits we outcasted from the grace of our villages. Aside from that, I was a woman. I was already looked down on the world, and I simply refused to fall into the full stereotype. I'm sure even he could understand that.

Again, whether he looked at me or not wasn't really that important to me. He didn't seem like the immature type, so I figured he could handle it. Nudity was a part of culture; a part of our existence, after all.

I took the warm breeze his exhale of smoke offered with a very visible smile, finally opening my eyes. I sheltered them with the palm of my free hand, easily able to see him in the create shade: he was definitely a lot cuter than I originally gave him credit for. But still, there was somethin' off about him. I'm not entirely sure what it was, but somethin' told me he wasn't working with a full deck. Either that, or he was one of those depressive Uchi--

--Nah, he isn't emo enough for that.

"Should I be scared?" I teased while nudging him with a naked thigh. "Missing ninja, normal ninja-- you're all the same."

Tossing my halved-cigarette after a long drag, I propped myself up on my elbows before continuing. "And I know you won't kill me because you don't seem like you're a necrophiliac. I mean, how else are we gonna fuck?"

". . . Unless you're into that?"

[marvolous.]

To say I was used to women, naked women at that, sun-bathing next to me would be a lie. I wasn't accustomed to it, yes, however, it still wasn't some unknown phenomenal that made me uncomfortable. It was only because I sought to preserve some sort of innocence that I knew Beppin had that I didn't openly stare at her body; t'was a difficult task though, especially when she flaunted her body in front of me that way she did. She was different, and her sense of humor was too - or, was that her actually being serious?

"Maybe I am into that, you never know with us nukes'." I let out a coy laugh, the grin that my features twisted into bolstered as I caught and held her gaze. She, too, was far more beautiful than I had originally believed - and it wasn't because she was completely naked, either. "So that's been your goal this entire time? Getting naked, placing yourself in positions where your breasts are in my face, beatin' around the bush." A pause. "I'll consider it if you do something for me."

I turned my head with that, my eyes once again falling onto the village of Konoha below us. "It's nothing big--" My fingers coiled around the base of my cigarette, tugging at it lightly and pulling it from my lips with a long drag. With the soot still inside my body, I blew it out with much precision; the cloud of smoke that manifested - carefully shaped as if a ball - and lingered infront of me and over Konoha, being crushed by my hand as I caught it.

"But if you do it, I'll give you whatever you want."

[Ichi]

Nothing big? That's what they all say. Maybe he just took a little getting used to? Either or, I really wasn't in the mood to put that off any longer than it needed to be. I was pretty sure I'd made it explicitly clear that I wasn't joking, but if he wanted to play little miss coy, I'd humor him for the time being. I mean, it wasn't like I was going to just raped him - unless he was into that kind of thing, I guess.

"I'll put a lot more than just my tits in your face, honey," I corrected him with another nudge of my leg. "But, I'm getting kind of antsy, so lets cut the crap."

I fell silent for a moment to watch his nifty little trick with the cigarette smoke, crushing it in an almost melodramatic fashion. I had to give him this: he definitely knew how to make a point. Of course, I could've been taking his gesture a little too literal; so, opposed to just jumping at what I thought to be the statement he was trying to make, I fell back and I'd let him finish saying what he had to say.

"Exactly what is it that you want?"

[marvolous.]

I laughed again, offering a second glance at her body in response to her comment. Even though she seemed serious, and her words matched her otherwise serious demeanor, I found it hard to believe anyone was this blunt in an attempt to get what they wanted; afterall, nothing - especially sex - was this easy. "Like I said, its nothing big." I repeated, my free hand finding my pouch and removing what seemed to be a mere kunai.

Unlike most, however, this one was far longer and far more aciculate. Not only that, but at it's base was a large tag with kanji inscribed on it's front - if Beppin knew folklore, and knew it particularly well, she would have some clue as to what it was. "Bring this anywhere within Konohagakure-- the safer the place, the better." I stopped talking with that, my fingers releasing and dropping the rounded end of the projectile upon the center of her stomach .

"If you come back here once you're done," I bolstered a smile, looking back over to her as if asking such things was a daily ritual. "I'll be all yours."

-- I wasn't lying, either.

[Ichi]

Looking back, I would've laughed had I known what he was thinking. Why couldn't sex be this easy? I wasn't one of those girls that thought it was some holy ritual between two people that were beyond being in love. It was a purely physical thing; you fucked when you wanted to, end of story. Some people called it being a slut, or being a ho; I just looked at it as being real to your needs as a human being and not trying to hide behind some pitiful facade of what we should or shouldn't do.

So, I declined his little offer. Well, not entirely. I took the intricate lookin' kunai from my naked stomach as I sat up, slowly moving closer to him. Without much warning, he'd find me straddling his lap with both arms wrapped firmly around his neck. Assumin' he had even an ounce of strength in his body, he'd be able to keep me from takin' a plunge over the edge of the mountain side.

"How about you give me what I want right now, and I'll take this little kunai to a real safe place in the village?" I didn't know what it did, but I really didn't care either. But, just to make sure, I laid it on thick--

Leaning in to whisper in his ear, I said: "I promise it'll be worth your time."

[marvolous.]

I could have stopped her, I even somewhat wanted to - but I did nothing as she found her way on my lap. I had been looking at her since my words, watching her very actions to gauge just how serious she was about everything. And she still seemed very adamant about it, so much, in fact, that if I didn't do it her way right now, I knew it probably wouldn't get done. Even though I could have very well hypnotized her to do my bidding, doing so would have wrong; she was growing on me, I hated to admit it.

"I'm holding you to that." I assured her, the contours of her body against mine fitting almost perfectly like a puzzle. I allowed my words to sink in before I finally gave in to her wishes; my hand, smooth and firm, cupping the back of her head while my adjacent arm brought her even closer to me. It was then that I allowed my instincts to take over - a simple shift in my position bringing us around and forcing her back to the ground.

"Hold on tight, Beppin." With the subletest of movements I brought my chakra over both of our bodies, the cool sensation that hung about us with it's arrival only lasting for a moment before we both vanished from the earth. Before she'd even be able to blink we were inside a building, the softness of the carpet below us far more soothing than the hard earth we had previous been on.

"I'm all yours."