&&_- 2.5 - Underneath the underneath

[Shinryu]

It was a good day for me. A splendid day, I might go so far as to say. My pockets were deepened by my own efforts, the countryside was safer, and while my clothing was perhaps a bit dirtier than I preferred, I was all the better for it with the experience that had come with the blood on my clothing. I was in such a good mood, as I strolled along Kirigakure's cobblestoned streets, that I forgot about the troubles ahead. The soft jingle-jangle of the coin in my pockets was pleasant enough to appease me, as was the sense of fulfillment of duty. It was as if what happened two days hence had never happened. In fact, as I gazed up at the cloudy evening sky, rich with warm pinks and yellows, I really did forget about the past, as I side-stepped my way into a familiar alleyway on my way to a home that I had quite absent-mindedly forgotten was now nothing more than a pile of cinders. I was young, and stupid, and I was surprised that my ignorance wasn't the death of me that night, for as I wound my way down the all to familiar path, I heard a sound...

And then it struck me. It was almost sunset; night was but a few minutes off. I was standing in an enclosed alleyway, in a remote part of the village, where few people travelled. I was alone, on my way back to a pile of ash that I had once called home, and of course, I was a target of a group of renegades who had an insane amount of influence on the village, and they wanted me dead. If I'd had time to curse my stupidity, I would have, but I reeled around, and quickly observed my surroundings. I was in a panic, looking for any outside source of movement or any enemies. I reeled my head around, and stared up to the rooftops, darting out to the end of the alleyway. If I'd taken the time to look back down, as I would have, were I not in the midst of a paranoia induced panic attack, I'd have likely noticed the young woman I was about to run smack-dab into. However, as I didn't look, the collision was almost inevitable, what with her rounding the corner and walking out front just as I cleared the gap between buildings.

"AGH!"

"OOF!"

"Ah fuck... my legs... Are you okay?"

[kyoko]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,width: 500px; height: 398px; padding: 0 0 10 10;, btable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/v3ozmv.jpg); ,btable][atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0][atrb= valign,top][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #363636; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-left: 245px; margin-top: 10px; width: 219px;]Cut your face, and make you look like seel.[/style] [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; line-height: 11px; color: #363636; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 219px; height: 340px; overflow: auto; margin-left: 245px; margin-top: -30px;] The young Kunoichi has been making her way through the depths of the darkening hollow, cold forced, and silent misty Village that she called home. The sky starting to embrace the hug of shadowy earth, and feeling the air with a sense of fear, and cold chills. Most people that had been born here, would even feel the shiver of death in the air, and most Shinobi knew what it meant on the spot. Though she was to lost, and preoccupied to really care about what was going on. Right in front of her face, was a large paperback book filled with adult material. The front of it, showing several young women in different positions, and the inside of it filled with several other images of each. The front itched with the name of. Yushi, Yushi Love. It was a favorite of hers, but as she turned the corner to move down a normal path. A alley-way, she felt a blunt connecting hit, and was forced to the ground. A young man had bumped into her, and pushed her off balance. The very thought of hitting the ground, the coverage of disgusting germs, and the filth of the world. Beckoning in her head, as she quickly made her attempt to regain her posture, forcing her hands against the ground before pushing off, and almost instantly sweeping her hands against her clothing to rid her self of the dirt. As she finished the quickened cleaning pattern, she turned her head to find the man that had downright pushed her over without warning. The thought of what he could have been covered in, growing in her head. It starting to make her feel sickened, and it beckoned a sense of aggressive. She didn't like being touched, or furthermore being forced to the ground like he had just done. The multiple filth enraging her, just a slight amount. "Can I help you?!" her voice stormed for a moment, before she turned back to face her book. It had been dirtied by the ground, and her mind raced to the idea of what had just happened. Leaning down for a moment, she curled her fingers around the neck of the paperback book, and lifted it from its filthy grave. Using her fingers, she began to brush, and softly weave off the dirt, and dust. [/style]

[Shinryu]

I found my way to my feet, nursing the briuse on my skull, and tenderly putting weight on my legs. My head was throbbing and I couldn't think straight, holding my hand over what would likely be a large welt in an hour or so's time. I bit my lip as I gingerly stepped on my right leg, feeling what would likely be another bruise on my knee-cap. I supposed I was lucky to survive mostly unscathed. It was about then that I heard a grating voice cut the air. I whipped around, turning to face the person I'd collided with, only to be struck with a beautiful and terrifying vision. She had sandy, almost grey-black hair, and was dressed immaculately in a skirt and vest that, at first glance, I could not tear my eyes from. I could tell that she was not a woman who concerned herself with her beauty, and that made her all the more appealing; any girl could be a common whore. But no... this one was a quirk in the system. Like Yuuki, but dissimilar. Whereas my new roomate was traditional, and plain, this girl went against the common image, and I wasn't sure if that irked me, or attracted me more to her. Then again, she had just screamed at me, and there I was, standing and gaping like an idiot.

"Can I help you?!"

I couldn't really blame her for being upset. I'd just come tearing down the alleyway, and smacked dead into her. I was reminded briefly of the fact that I was sure I'd been likely spotted by the Yakuza, and while I could only say I was fond of this woman's attitude and demeanor at first glance, I couldn't have her getting in any harm.

"Ah... terribly sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going. I hope you're okay..."

I stammered, looking somewhat sheepish, and cast another glance down the alley, trying to make sure that no one else was following. I was still rather paranoid, and I hardly wanted another victim to fall prey to the criminal organization that had killed my family. I bowed my sight to the ground after confirming that no one was at the end of the alley, and continued my apology.

"Erm, I apologize thoroughly, if I've hurt you... I've made a terrible first impression, I'm sure..."

I was hyperventilating a bit, and looking around, trying to spot my assailants, but as I realized where I was, I found myself less afraid. The street lights had kicked in, and while it was starting to grow dark, I was out of the alley now, and on one of the main streets. Not to mention, I had someone with me, another ninja, I managed to spot, as I saw the gleam of one of the street lights on her hitai. I realized then that fortune had been on my side, although my heart was still racing. It was about then that I raised my glance, and noticed the book that the girl had gingerly lifted from the ground. She looked both mollified and intrigued by the material, as if she feared it were infested by some plague. I would later learn of her acute aversion to all things parasitic, although at the time, I was worried that I'd ruined her reading material.

"Is it damaged? I'll replace it... I owe you at least that much... I wouldn't have hit you, if I hadn't been so paranoid..."

I stopped my sentence there, and said nothing more, a trigger reflex almost making my hand fly up to my mouth to stop myself before I uttered anything more. The last time I had said anything about my knowledge of the Yakuza, my entire family had died. What if I told this girl, and someone saw? What would happen to her? I moved to step between her and the alleyway, looking down to my hakama, and brushing the dirt off the robe, scorning the dust and blood. I looked most unfit to present myself in front of a lady, even one as unassuming and aparently apathetic for societal norms as this. I took another look around, and made up my mind, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat, and showing some gumption.

"Anyway... I'm sorry I haven't taken the time for introductions, but would it be alright if we were to go somewhere a little more out in the open, where there's more light? I don't mean to be presumptuous, but I'd like a chance to explain myself, and I'd rather do it where I can look around and not be afraid of eavesdroppers listening in. We can deal with the small talk along the way, if you're willing to hear me out..."

With that I made to motion towards a main street, following the cobblestones, and sticking towards the lighted patches, keeping an eye out, and keeping my hand ready over my katar. While I was significantly more calm than I had been a few minutes before, I wanted to make sure that no one was trying to ambush me. Night was not a good time for me to be outside... especially not in the side-streets, with little to no traffic. I only hoped that the mystery girl would understand my urgency.

[kyoko]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,width: 500px; height: 398px; padding: 0 0 10 10;, btable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/v3ozmv.jpg); ,btable][atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0][atrb= valign,top][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #363636; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-left: 245px; margin-top: 10px; width: 219px;]Cut your face, and make you look like seel.[/style] [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; line-height: 11px; color: #363636; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 219px; height: 340px; overflow: auto; margin-left: 245px; margin-top: -30px;] Turned her head slightly after removing her book from the ground, dust, and dirt now removed from the outer-casing of the object. The young boy seemed scared, and frantic over something but she couldn't put her finger on it. Still though, he had ruined a perfectly good book, and dirtied her clothing. It was a insult if anything, but many people didn't realize how afraid she was of being covered in dirt. Forgiven near instantly, as he continued his rambling on. Her glasses letting out a small glimmer as the newly found light hit the area, it forced its path from the overhanging patterns of glass, and some other devices just over-head. It let her eyes lock onto the boy clearly after a second had gone by, he thought she became hurt over such a small thing as a bump. It was rather amusing, though it felt to her as a stereotypical response. Did he think, just because she was of the opposite gender, that she was physically weaker, or inferior? Or perhaps he really cared, which would be a rare objective emotion in this kind of place. Everything was nothing more, then a slaughtering field of Ninja. All such senseless violence. "I am perfectly ok, do not worry. Now why were you running? I mean really, its not even that dark out." her voice calmed down a bit, and came back to its normal intellectual tone. It seemed sharpened, and toned into a caring but still cold voice. Something you would except from a veteran doctor, or someone who generally didn't care but pretended to do so. As she spoke, she continued to watch the young man flutter around like a scared cat being chased by a dog. He was scared, and was showing it rather easily. It was something most came to except, but she didn't prat over the little things. Her eye keeping to the lad, as he made his way into the center road, lightened fully, and continued into open view. Perhaps, he wanted to keep attention on him enough to avoid what was after him? It would make sense, though she didn't want to go, she really had no choice. It would offer her a chance to clean up, and might even get a free meal out of it. It seemed like a ideal situation. Though as she followed after the young man, she moved her hand down to the location of a single leather strap, where a small rod like slot of iron was located. It was a small distance of length, and got smaller near the end. Allowing for the striking of ideal locations, and nerve ridden areas. "Lead the Way." was all you could hear, as she followed him out into the main road. [/style]

[Shinryu]

She had a steely demeanor. She took no nonsense, and it seemed as though she was at least pretending to care, although out of the corner of my eye, I saw her hand move to her belt, fingering a tool that I was sure was there for more than just decoration. It made me nervous that she had a weapon prepared, but then again, I supposed I hadn't exactly come off as the most sane person in the area. I kept a wary eye on her though... I couldn't be sure that she wasn't a plant, but that would be an unusual tactic for the Yakuza to adopt. I'd never heard of them committing something so dastardly as slipping in plants or sleepers... Then again, with the village in the state that it was, I supposed that it was more than just possible for them to have done so. Needless to say, I kept a healthy distance from the girl. The last thing I needed was to die at the hands of a femme fatale.

I eventually reached a fountain near the centre of town, well lit, and in the open. There were stragglers here and there, mostly people out enjoying the evening, and I supposed to a passer-by the girl and I might appear to be a couple. My cheeks tinged just the slightest tinge of pink before I shook my head slightly, dismissing the thought. It was far more likely they'd think us both to be girls, out on some mundane shopping trip, given my face, and my clothing. I scowled at the idea, cursing my genetics. Even the girl probably wasn't sure of my gender. Part of me hated that, hated the very idea of my ambiguity. But I knew it was useful, so I didn't detract any further from it, and focused more on the facts at hand. One being the very obvious point that we still hadn't introduced ourselves. I cleared my throat as I rested against the base of the fountain.

"Sorry to drag you all the way out here, but I didn't want to risk what could have happened elsewhere... The name's Shinryu. Yukina Shinryu, member of Hydra, and currently..."

I bent in a little closer to whisper the next part to her, still a few inches away from her, trying to keep a modest boundary for personal space.

"...I'm being hunted by the Yakuza."

I waited a few seconds to let the news sink in, before continuing quietly, keeping an eye out for onlookers.

"I couldn't tell you back there, because I was afraid that someone was near. That's why I was running down the alleyway. I made a massive mental fuck-up, and forgot everything for about five seconds... That sounds stupid, I'm sure, but to be fair, they only started hunting me a couple of days ago, so I'm still getting used to this whole 'being a wanted man' deal."

It sounded stupid, I know it did. I'd made a foolish mistake, but I'd been so happy for that one, brief instant for the first time in what had felt like months, even years, since everything had transpired. It was insane to even believe that I'd gone through what I had in the past 72 hours, and had somehow managed to forget about it, but somehow I had, by some stupendous error, and here I was, retelling my life story to a girl who probably, given her demeanour, had more important things to worry about. And I didn't care. I started rambling on again.

"Anyway... that house fire/homicide from the other day? That was my family. They killed everyone but me, and left me a message, because apparently I know too much about them... If they think you have anything to do with me, they'll probably try to hurt you too..."

My voice took a serious tone as I looked the her in the eyes, and resisted the urge to reach out and grab her by the shoulders. After all, we barely knew each other. Even so, I couldn't help myself as I continued on.

"Listen... I know I don't really know you, but I like you. You're cute, you've got spunk, and you're atypical, unlike the rest of the women in this village. I don't want you to die, especially not because of some fault of mine. So promise me this, okay? If anyone asks you about me, you know me as that weird guy whose house burnt down, that likes to spout gibberish. It's true enough, anyway, if you don't believe me."

And with that, I turned away a bit, staring at the cobblestone street. I really did kind of like this girl, even if she was a bit edgy. I really hoped she didn't wind up paying for my mistake. The idea of the innocent paying because of my actions was more than just painful... it was agonizing. Especially one so interesting as she seemed to be.

[kyoko]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,width: 500px; height: 398px; padding: 0 0 10 10;, btable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/v3ozmv.jpg); ,btable][atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0][atrb= valign,top][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #363636; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-left: 245px; margin-top: 10px; width: 219px;]Cut your face, and make you look like seel.[/style] [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; line-height: 11px; color: #363636; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 219px; height: 340px; overflow: auto; margin-left: 245px; margin-top: -30px;] It only took a few moments to reach a modernly founded fountain in the midst of the town, it was rather beautiful, and made of several types of stone slabs. All of which, were hand crafted to form the mass of the product. Clear, crystal water formed from the center, and sprayed out across the length of the stone. However it never seemed to go over the edge, it seemed to stay at the same depth no matter what happened. It surrounded with sure stone cobbler, and made of the finest looking craftsman work in the world to her. She liked a perfectly cleaned, and maintained surface area. Once they managed to waggle over to the fountain, the boy began to speak to her. The name's Shinryu. Yukina Shinryu, member of Hydra what was Hydra? Who was he exactly? She knew clear of the Clan Name, but really didn't know much else. So he was a Hyouton user, something to her taste. Ice was usually clean, and kept in order. Making her life so much easier, till she found out earlier in her life, that the first snow-fall was nothing but a breeding ground for germs. It sickened her, and she ended up spending a week in the shower to clean it off. "Shinryu....Yukina.." she said softly, and in patterned voice. It was something very few got to hear, her real tone. Something she didn't alter out of spite, or distaste in the conversation. As she listened to him continue his rabble of words, she moved to sit down on the edge of the fountain. Her skirt pressing against the edging, as she moved herself back in order to firmly find a location to sit. Away from the water, and where she could sit without worry of falling. Then it came to the Yakuza, and the fact he might have just ruined her peaceful life. "WHAT! THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?!" her voice went back into a raged tone, her eyes locking onto him like a Lion to its Prey. She was nearly about to attack, but held herself back. She didn't want to make a scene, and really didn't want anymore attention. "This is great, you might have gotten me hunted...this is so fucking great. I just wanted to sit here, and read, and now I got this to worry about. Thanks." her voice loomed back down, as she kept her eyes on the boy. Her hands moving down to her skirt, as she removed the book once more, and firmly stuck in front of her face. It was time, to calm down. [/style]

[Shinryu]

My head fell to my hand as she started shouting, my face cringing. Of course she was angry. I'd just admitted to possibly fucking up her life completely. Who wouldn't be angry at that. It seemed, however, that she missed the entire point of what I was trying to say.

"Look. they're hunting me, not you, and for the record, it's not like I chose to get myself involved with this. I tried to help some girl who was being set on by three thugs, and they came and fucked up my life. I don't even know if they're serious about killing me, I just assume they are."

I said, trying to plead with the girl for some understanding. It wasn't as though I'd brought her into this by choice, but even interacting with me could spell consequences for her, and I didn't want to let her go onoblivious while people hunted her.

"For all I know, they could have killed you just for seeing me run down that alleyway, to shush up any rumors of my whereabouts tonight. I just wanted to let you know of the danger you might be in, so they don't catch you unaware. I'm sorry, you have to believe I never meant to get you or anyone else involved in this."

And I meant it. It wasn't as though I was trying to force other people into my situation. I'd just made a mistake, and it was a mistake I didn't want her to pay for. At least this way, out in the open, it wasn't likely we'd get amushed. At least this way, I had a way to tell her before they tried to take her by surprise.

"Look, they probably won't come after you, and even if they do, they'll probably only send some footmen. Y'know, entry level guys. I just wanted to let you know what might be coming your way, so that they don't catch you when you off guard. I'm sure you can take a few thugs by yourself. You wouldn't have earned that headband if you couldn't."

And with that I gave a little smile. and returned my gaze to the ground. I really didn't want to fuck things up for her. I took a look at the book she had hidden her face in, but her hand obscured the writing.

"I suppose it's rude of me to ask, but... what is it there that you're reading?"

[kyoko]

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Fountain

"I didn't mean it like that, I just don't like fighting. It brings out a dark side of me. Its why I've been getting called a Demon, on missions. Its really...insulting. I mean, its not my fault. Its the only way I like to fight. Internal damage, nothing physical but so much more effective. So, when I thought you had just brought me into a battle that I didn't want. I kinda got mad, its nothing that you did that made me say that. It was just how you said it." The truth was, she rarely liked moving more then needed, and very rarely believed herself a fight because of her occupational choice. She was a medical-nin, a supportive fighter, that was mainly used to heal the injured, and to aid when it got bad. Despite being able in combat, she didn't like being on the front lines more then needed. Her mind was raced, and her voice crisp. The ideal of forced fighting, making her feel sickened, and ill.

As she spoke towards the lad, he asked her a firm question. What was she reading, most asked that same question but got scared as soon as she showed them the product. It was adult-related, and very strange for most to look at. It was in fact, a very unique Lesbian based Manga or Hentai-cartoon booklet. The entire thing was made of unique paper, and held a firm neck or spine to it. That kept it connected, as you looked through the pages. You'd notice a few were colored, and some black, and white.

Without even speaking any further, she raised her hand out to him, and handed him the back. She would let him look through the book to see, each, and every detail for himself. Despite its nature, and what it meant to her. "You read it. Oh, and I'm Kyoko. The Bloody Medic." she spoke firmly towards him, as she gave him her name. It was a unusual one, but despite the nature of it. She seemed respected by being called that at times, it was more or less. Her twisted side in words.

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[Trigga]

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[Shinryu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] DARKNESS... IMPRISONING ME! ALL THAT I SEE, ABSOLUTE HORROR...

"You read it. Oh, and I'm Kyoko. The Bloody Medic." ______________________________ Kyoko, as she had introduced herself, had handed me her book. Although to be fair, I was more interested in how she had introduced herself. The bloody medic? The demon? Internal damage as opposed to external? Just what exactly was this girl capable of...? I leafed through the book, not really paying attention to anything in particular, and started reading on a random page. 'Her smile was demure as she slowly started to disrobe, batting her eyelashes at the young girl bound to the chair. She let the kimono slide off, revealing her pale white skin, and leaned in close, pressing the captives face to her bosom. "Do you like what you see, Mimiko?" My eyes went wide as I flipped around the book to the cover, holding it away from me as I read the title. 'Yushi Yushi LOVE' "You read... THAT... in public?!" To say I was surprised, taken aback, flabberghasted... any of it really would have fit. I'd heard of people being rebellious, but here this girl was, reading ecchi in public. Lesbian ecchi at that. My eyebrow twitched at the implications. A tomboyish appearance, lesbian ecchi... I made the assumption without asking, because it seemed fairly apparent at this point. She wasn't even interested in men, it seemed, and my shoulders fell a little. "Anyway... I don't think anyone's stupid enough to try to attack us during the day, or out in public. So long as we stay hidden at night, we should be fine. If you're not busy tomorrow, through the day anyway... you want to meet up here and go train a bit, maybe?" I wasn't beyond hope. Maybe she wasn't only into women, or maybe she just liked it for reading material. I doubted it as I sat there, chewing my bottom lip a bit. Either way, I'd have to get to know her better, and I had to get home, soon. It'd do me no good to stand around here as the night grew darker still. "Sorry to cut things short, just... I really ought to get out of here, before someone DOES come looking for me... Oh... you can have your book back... I don't really tend to read these kinds of things..." I said it with a bit of a blush, before closing the book, and handing it back to her. I really didn't want to picture naked girls right now. The last thing I needed was my adolescence providing me with one of those impromptu 'problems' in front of a maybe-sort-of-possible-but-unlikely-prospective-girlfriend-if-she-wasn't-playing-for-the-same-team-as-me. Then again, even if she wasn't, it would still be an up-hill struggle to try to impress her. I brushed my hair out of my face, and mentally smacked myself again. When had I started considering going out with her? I hated my hormones sometimes... made by renni

[kyoko]

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"Anything wrong with that?" she asked the man before turning her attention back to the ground, it wasn't the fact. It was such adult-material. It was mainly because, she enjoyed reading it. It was a interesting find, and she often thought of it as something she would enjoy. She often found herself staring at a few women around the village, but never really bothered to mention it to anyone. As she went to focus her eyes onto the cobbled stone, directly in front of her. The young man once more spoke towards her, and it ended up being nothing more then a invitation to another meeting, and possible training.

It looked to be a benefit to her, and she did like the night life, and the cold air at times. Without really mentioning anything, she moved her hand back out to once more obtain, her book from the young man. Once it reentered her hand, she would slide her hand back against her side, and clip it into a small connecting to her belt. Several small pieces of string held it firmly to her side, and kept it safe most of the time. The fabric of her clothing, letting out a soft rustling sound, and the clip letting out a single loud snapping sound.

"I guess so, what time?" she asked him, softly in a tone that many would believe to be fake, or angelic if true. She tried to be nice.

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[Shinryu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] DARKNESS... IMPRISONING ME! ALL THAT I SEE, ABSOLUTE HORROR...

She seemed a little irked at my questioning. I suppose I couldn't blame her, but still, reading lesbian manga in public was something that people would talk about. And in disfavour, most likely, unless they took to such counter-cultural traits as well. "No, nothing wrong per-se, just... unusual, I suppose. You don't often see people walking around reading... 'adult books...' in public. It's frowned upon in general, to my understanding." I tried to be hospitable about it. I wasn't angry or upset, just a little weirded out. I ran a hand through my hair and scratched a little at my scalp. I was still pondering what the best way to figure out what her allegiance was in terms of the gender scenario, but I knew it was probably best to mull it over more than to wing it now and lose face. At least if I had time to think, I could come up with a way to word it that wasn't blunt and offensive. Maybe work out a scenario where the topic could come up. Yeah, that'd work. I leaned back and put my hands on the stone of the fountain, resting in my seated position, and staring up at the growing darkness. I was so helpless with women sometimes. Maybe if I showed more initiative... Then again, it was rare I found a woman who seemed worth pursuing, and even rarer still that I worked up the courage to inquire about her interests. I supposed it was mostly because of my apersonal nature. I'd grown up so detached from the rest of my family, observing and following traditions only for simplicity's sake, following only my own moral code for guidance. I guess It made sense that I would have problems with interpersonal communication. I just didn't really understand people. It probably wouldn't make any big difference in the run of things as to whether or not I tried to date her or not, and whether or not that turned out successfully. The growing light of the stars made me feel distant for a second, and I just stared there, locked in a sense of being apart from the world, before Kyoko brought me back in the form of a question. A question that sounded... too beautiful to be real. Her voice seemed so... kind. I could hardly believe this girl was being called a demon of all things. "Oh... well, if it's alright with you I'd prefer something more towards the afternoon hours. It's not good for me to be out at night, when people could be hanging around the corner, ready to spring out and attack at any moment. At least in the daylight I have some measure of seeing other people and defending myself. I should be free around one, if you're still interested. We could meet up here, and maybe head to the training grounds from there?" It was a subtle suggestion, but I hoped she agreed. Even if she wasn't interested in me, it would be interesting to learn from this 'bloody medic', and see just what she was capable of as a fighter. However, she seemed uninterested. The silence between us grew awkward, and I began to feel as though she had grown distant and uncaring towards me, lost in some sort of reverie. "Well... I gues you're busy then? It's okay... we can always meet up some other time. I'm usually out and about somewhere in the village or the surrounding area during the day, so if you go looking, it shouldn't be too hard to find me..." I stood up and brushed some of the dust from my robe, feeling out of place. "See you around, I guess..." And with that, I was gone. made by renni

OOC: Exit due to inactivity. Sorry Lei, maybe we can pick back up when things are better for you?

[Estilo]

+6!! @ Lei
+20!! @ Shinryu