amethyst pt. 2

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▼ NAME; amethyst pt. 2
▼ POST; one

The air was tight. Each breath was visible as it would explode into a burst of sweat against her the top of her exposed bosom. The strands of hair that she had been known to keep so well organized had fallen. No longer graceful, they now stuck to her sweaty forehead. Her poised pink lips would ooze a few drops of blood from their back to their front, dripping into her clothing which had basically become nothing more than a basic covering to keep her decent. She was beautiful. Limbs were pinned behind her- arms behind her seat, and legs beneath them. The cuts and bruises which now riddled her face was somehow illuminating her features; the dim lighting which hung overhead obviously assisting. As a number of men would surround her, watching her figure contort and squirm in display of her discomfort, they would react appropriately. Like the dogs they were, they would leer, and grin at her. Touching her softly from time to time, a set of fingers would stroke beneath her chin to test her response. She would resist for some of them- obviously too exhausted to resist others. The shadows loomed continuously, popping in and out of her vision, carefully, to make sure that she knew that she would never have time to be alone. She had no time to collect her thoughts, fingers constantly probing her body. She had experienced worst, though. A memory of her childhood would begin to creep into her frontal lobe before a quick slap to her already bleeding cheek would snap her out of it.

"I asked you a question," A husky voice would proclaim, carelessly wiping the sweat and blood which had stuck to his fingers on his pants. His face had been hidden behind a thick white mask for the entirety of the interrogation. Appearing to be some form of bird, the mask protruded greatly to form a spiked beak, which would hover around her face as he spoke to her. "Where is the location of codename Obinomaru." He would finish, the sharp beady eyes behind the mask not once hesitating as he awaited an answer.

There was none.

Standing tall, he would tower over her, the muscles protruding from his cut off shirt bulging as he would cross his arms over the clean, white flak jacket that every Kumogakure shinobi had been issued upon graduation. Clinging his fists around his biceps he would turn away from her, only for another figure to enter Kala's vision from the shadows. She was a woman, petite and built substantially. No doubt a master of whatever physical craft she had decided to partake in. She didn't say much at first; a few moments spend hovering above their prey before lowering herself much like her male counterpart had done.

"Please, Kala. Don't make us do this. We've been comrades for as long as I can remember. Just tell us his whereabouts and we can just forget about all of this." She would say almost maternally. Her face had been hidden by an identical mask, the same vest hanging from her shoulder, tucked into her stomach a bit to expose her figure.

[BLKND]

▼ NAME; amethyst pt. 2
▼ POST; two

The silence would continue for a few moments- the woman standing up after not receiving an immediate response. However, the room would shift slightly as they would notice a slight bit of activity as she would sit back for the first time during the entire interrogation. Her hair falling behind her head, her vibrant brown eyes scanning the room momentarily before finally falling to a halt when viewing one mask amongst them all. The figure that her eyes found had been in the background for the majority of the time, having spoken to her very few times throughout the interview. However, as she stared, fixing her posture in order to let her words work for her, the look in her eye would grow misty.

"I'm willing to bet-" She would turn to her left, spatting out a knot of blood which had formed at the back of her throat. It would land loudly against the ground, and she would clear her throat before slowly turning to face this figure once more. "That you have a total hard on right now," She would say with an extremely seductive voice, the blood having run down the side of her face making her wince as her fast would twist into a sadistic smile trying her hardest not to break out into laughter. "I'm not sure if its because my will hasn't broken... or because my body has. I never could understand you- but I always knew what turned you on." She would say with a squeal, her face scrunching up as she would finish an incredibly wide smile, teeth bloody, but bare as she stared with an evident glee.

The figure would wait to respond. Covered in the same attire as the rest of them, he too would cross his arms, his posture straight as he would attempt to assess the situation. He would almost begin to speak, his lips parting behind the vibrant white mask before a rough hand would come flying from the shadows to strike her once more. The blow was powerful and her chair would go crashing to the ground as her face would explode into an awful mess. Licking her lips, her smile had faded and her attention would now would be focused on the tall, slender man that had struck her. His short, buzzed blonde hair would make him stand out a bit, but it was his dead pan voice which would make it so obvious that he belonged.

"Watch your fucking mouth, Kala." He would say cruelly, his foot instantly pressing against her chin as he would display his dominance towards her with little reconciliation. She wouldn't resist him, instead laying still for a short moment before he would release her and someone would pick her chair back up. However, she would quickly revert to her previous state.

Dead eyes would examine the floorboards and a steady breath would do its best to pretend that the beaters were not inflicting any trauma. The figure that she had spoken to would slip out of the room when given the chance. Lifting the mask to the top of his head, Ibara's face would soon be exposed to the light of the hallway. His wounds were healing quick rapidly- the effects of his 'medicine' no doubt. Brushing his hair towards the back of his neck, a fairly portly man would peek his head from the doorway. His face would remain hidden behind the mask, and his voice would match its ambiguity.

"Keep yourself together." He would say bluntly before stuffing himself back in to whatever room he had come from- no doubt observing the interview from a separate room.

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As the heat of the sun would peer through his slightly cracked window, as would the light of the sun. It wasn't either that woke him up however. Instead, it was more so attributed to the sound of the mountain blue bird. A pair of ears was all that really necessary to be able to appreciate the sound. The song of the season would reluctantly play into the small studio apartment. With his messy locks planted firmly against his bright red pillow case, he would begin to reveal himself to the rest of the world in which he inhabited. Slowly dragging himself from retreat behind his comforter, he would expose his bare chest to the cool in which the morning has introduced. As the colored blanket would slide across dark skin, it would also reveal the myriad of tattoos that covered the man's torso. An array of graphics and text would show both his allegiance to this village, but as well his personal interest. His fingers would quickly find themselves covering his eyes as they would begin to readjust to the impending light. His hair was just as much of a mess as it always had been, but today it seemed to ring a bit more than usual. The room was clean, however the smell of alcohol, and drugs were still pungent. Last night was one of the few nights that actually made sense that week. He had gone to bed sober- the first time in a while. The smell of women were still pungent.

His dream reflected that. While his night could matter less at this point, it was still worth thinking about, even slightly. A sigh would exhale what little clean breath he had stored within his expansive lungs. Pushing himself from the sheets, he would kick his legs from beneath the cover. His jet black boxers would hug against his thick, toned thighs. The name of one of his favorite designers would cover the side of the elastic portion. Additionally, the small chain which hung from his neck would hit repetitively against his chest as he would walk over to his desk- taking a peek outside. The valley which circulated around this village was impeccable. The view was absolutely breathtaking normally and today was no exception. Like most apartment buildings, Ibaru's view allowed him a fairly tall mountainside. The small set of papers in front of him would remind him to pay his rent, pick up groceries, drop a few things off for repair etc. It was a fairly basic chore list, and it still had to be done. In addition to these chores, there were also a few other things that had to be done. He had been on a mission for a few days, and he had gathered an ample amount of reconnaissance in order to make the next step. Turning his head to his closet, he could see a half-opened closet revealing the clean, bright red mask. The long red nose of the tengu would prove his allegiance The headband which lay in front of him would be the first thing that he would actually touch, however. Sliding the weighted headband from its desktop prison, it would quickly find itself being wrapped around his head, hanging loosely from the side of his head covering a small portion of his hair and a small portion of his forehead.

It had been a long week, and the time to finally end it on a great note had come at last.

Or rather... perhaps this was a dream... WITHIN A DREAM.

exit.

// THREAD -- AMETHYST PT. 2.
// OOC -- n/a.
//JUTSU -- n/a.

[KEITH]

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