The blades of vengeances have fallen swiftly. The shinobi are no more as 'Absolute Justice' has returned...now, it is the Samurai that rule the Five Major Nations!
But at what cost? Have they become the very thing that they despised the most...? Heroes and villains seem to change roles every day, but one thing is for certain - we yearn for our freedom, for days gone by where we flew the skies unhindered.
It had been months since I had returned back to these lands and their rolling hills of sand. It felt almost unreal to feel the rush of heat that overcame my body as I stood there in that same faithful spot I had met Youka. There was always a certain nostalgia to stand there in that spot, knowing it was where I had met the singular women which had changed my life. It had been so long since I had seen her; since I had seen anyone. My heart ached for her touch or one of her smiles.
I could not bring myself to leave this place, having heard the rumors as I had entered the country through my usual channels. Youka had been kidnapped, they had said, held for some sort of political reason. My mind tried to handle the fact that I had not been there to protect her after explaining that I always would. I held in the emotion; the raw anger I had inside for allowing any such occurrence to happen.
A chair, made of paper, had formed for me to sit upon and idle in my thinking. If someone had truly taken her they would have to pay. I would spare no time in finding and executing them, and saving her. However, letting one's emotions get the best of them often led to disaster. I need only came down a bit here and enjoy the mix of ocean and desert breeze. It was like a massage of temperature, the cool, then the hot. Soothing.
Post by addy-hime ♥ on Jul 23, 2011 10:03:55 GMT -8
Two months—roughly sixty days and more hours than she cared to count. There was a time at the beginning where a notepad in her office held tallymarks to keep track of how long he had been gone, but after the first week the minutes started to blend together; Monday was Friday, Saturday was ... nothing. One might wonder if Youka considered herself depressed, but his absence had not effected her daily routine, she was simply missing his comforting touch.
The arrid wind rushed through pink locks as she cut through the air, the Kyodai Sensu making a trip across the desert almost pleasurable. Being so high in the air meant being closer to the sun, unfortunately; she could feel the sweat beading on her forehead and trailing down the curve of her cheek, despite her uncanny tolerance to the heat. Imagine! The Shodaime Kazekage, who more commonly wore a heavy cloak during the day than at night, was reduced to panting as she steered the fan toward the ground.
"Asato!" Her voice was barely a croak, so dry her throat felt just now. How did the blue-eyed girl know he had returned to her country? The simple fact was, she didn't. Visiting the spot they met was her favorite pasttime, since to the eyes of the Sunagakure shinobi, she had been kidnapped. To be seen roaming around quite free and happy would be to call her relative, the current Kazekage, a liar. Her surprise was palpable when she realized that someone was below, and moreso when a conjuration of paper pinpointed his exact identity. It was all she could do to stop herself yelling in pure joy.
As her feet skidded across the ground she snapped the fan closed and dropped it, nearly tripping as she half-stumbled half-ran to the man. Whether he was ready or not wouldn't matter—Youka threw herself at him, arms tightening around his neck. "A-s-a-t-o!"
It was but a few minutes of contemplating before I had felt ready to leave. There was no longer a reason to stay where with my emotions sated, and my anger quelled. Just when I had gotten up to leave and the paper I had conjured disappeared, I heard that voice. Her voice had been replayed in my head so many times during my absence to keep me going that I recognized it the instant she yelled out. I didn't believe it at first, was it even possible?
I turned, her having been approaching from my south behind me, and laid eyes upon her as she ran forward. The pink hair, the cheerful expression, and the clothes — it was no doubt Youka. There was a sudden crawling of my skin, and the firing of a thousand nervous receptors around my body. My arms opened to usher her in closer, just barely able to close around her as she threw herself at me to wrap her arms around my own neck.
I spun and twirled with her for a second before setting her back down and flashing an elated smile. It took a while for my brain to send the signal to my mouth to talk in the rush of all the biochemicals one would call emotions that I felt in that instant.
". . Y-Youka! But how?. . "
Everyone knew she had been kidnapped, even I had believed it. How was she here now? I almost didn't care. I pressed my forehead to hers.
Post by addy-hime ♥ on Jul 23, 2011 10:31:58 GMT -8
Feeling the warmth of his flesh cemented the fact that he was truly there, not a mirage or a trick of her love-sick heart. He twirled her and she clutched at him tigher, a sigh of contentment bursting from her throat, unbidden. The nuke nin's smile sent a rush of pleasure through her, strong enough to tug her own lips into a similar curve, dimples more than noticable.
"Ah—? Huh?" Confusion flickered across the once-again pale face, the smile morphing into a small 'o'. "How what ... ?" Eyes lit up, as if a light bulb had literally gone off in her head; before she answered his stuttering question the Kazekage pressed herself flush against him, heedless of the heat in favor of his simple touch. "I take it you heard about the kidnapping, then? A ruse. I'll explain more later, when I have more information myself. I've been hiding outside of the village for a while. It's not a big deal at all."
Without much thought her hand snaked its way between their bodies, capturing his own in its grasp, rememorizing the curve of his knuckles and the natural roughness of his skin. Delighted didn't even begin to describe her. "More importantly, love, how did your quest go? Was the time apart worth it?" She giggled, knowing that he would not have kept her waiting so long if the effort had been futile. Besides, Youka was completely confident in his skills. "Wanna tell me 'bout it?"
The way she had explained it had made some semblance of sense already. I knew that Youka would not be taken that easily. It was the time apart and a love-sick heart that had clouded my judgement on the matter. To say it was provided relief that she had not been kidnapped after-all was an understatement. It had made me even more content with the situation.
My free hand moved around the waist of hers, remembering its curves as it went, and pulled her in closer, abandoning any notion of heat or temperature. I only wanted to be close to her. I needed it. I could sacrifice a bit of a temperature increase for it if it had meant being this close. My hand rubbed her lower back in a circular motion before it then rested there, taking that brief moment in time to simply enjoy her before answering her question.
"The quest? It was difficult. Two months of searching aimlessly, and the latter few days full of fighting. But. . "
From it's sheath was produced the Kusanagi in all it's brilliance. It shone a peculiar white under the light of the sun, seemingly untouched by time and use despite it's age and reputation. The sword floated away from my hand and off into the distance in front of us, hovering there before I willed it to dance about. For a second it'd still and extend to it's maximum allowed length of one-hundred meters into the sky, before instantly turning back to normal.
"I obtained this, it is what you have assumed it is by now, The Kusanagi no Tsurugi."
Post by addy-hime ♥ on Jul 23, 2011 11:19:42 GMT -8
It always amazed her what his touch could do. Just a moment prior Youka had been rather intently staring at his face, drinking up the differences between now and then, when his hand distracted her. Her vision blurred as her mind and nerve endings focused completely on the movement; she broke out of this brief trance with a shiver only when his hand paused at the small of her back. How could this man, who not long ago wanted to spill her blood across this very spot, make her heart skip and flutter so? It was Stocholm Syndrome, surely.
"Searching and then fighting, mmn? I personally would prefer those two to be dispersed evenly, but I guess you can't really control such things."
Oceanic eyes widened as he withdrew the spoils of his effort; at first, she was not able to identify the very distinct appearance of this sword. She vaguely recalled Asato telling her which relic he was searching for before he left, but it wasn't until it floated quite cheerfully from his hand, like a bird, that she connected the pieces. The Kusanagi. The teenager studied it closely, flinching only slightly when it suddenly extended an impossible length into the sky. Was this even possible? she wondered, especially once it snapped back to its original size.
"The stories I have heard about the Kusanagi no Tsurugi tell of it being an evil, dastardly sword. I fancy myself having acute senses, so I expected to feel its malevolence clearly. Yet, here it is ... " she paused, head cocking like a curious owl, her fingers tightening against his shirt. " .. and I can't help but feel safe." Her lips pursed suddenly and she laughed, as if realizing something very obviously. "It's because you're wielding it, I expect!"
Oh, dear. It had been so long since she was capable of conversing with another human being that this conversation process felt almost awkward. Her cheeks, erubescent, dimpled further when she smiled up at her boyfriend, wondering if he would notice how bad she was at talking these days. What happened to the woman who could address and sway a crowd? Youka herself didn't know.
She more than correct of course. When I had been searching for the sword, all I had heard were stories of how evil the weapon was. Even the old man, seemingly the former master of the weapon, had explained how evil and rotten the weapon was. But, it didn't matter at the time, and didn't matter now. I needed this to accentuate my own strengths, I needed more power to protect my special someone, who now stood in front of me, poised in my arms.
Her thoughts weren't entirely wrong. I did notice the slight difference in the eloquence of her speech, but I didn't find it in any way less adequate. If I had to put a word to her speech patterns now, I'd say, 'cute'. It was a rather unconventional way to put things, but, it wasn't wrong. Only she could force me to develop such a clear bias on something so insignificant.
"Well, good. I did in fact retrieve this to make sure I could protect you -- us, without any further possibility of failure. I'm still getting the hang of the weapon."
As I finished my retort, Kusanagi floated back into it's sheath, slowly sheathing itself away at my own side. I had never revealed the weapon since I had gotten it to anyone else but Youka. I feared that it would perhaps cause more trouble than good for the world to know that it had been retrieved, especially by one as myself. I would only use it as my trump should the need arise.
I couldn't help but feel invigorated by her words. She was proud of me? Had anyone ever said such a thing? No. There was no one who had ever said anything of the like to me. I had never gotten any praise for much of anything I had did during my life. This was new. My body reacted accordingly and pulled her closer, before I leaned my head down to hers our noses just barely touching. My heart picked up the pace quickly, before I forced our lips to touch briefly before pulling back.
"You probably don't know, how good it made me feel to hear you say that. Thank you."
Post by addy-hime ♥ on Jul 23, 2011 12:12:51 GMT -8
Hearing that he spent so much time and effort to protect her was both gratifying and surprising. Youka was not too naive, she knew that he must also enjoy the fabulous power the sword provided, but that was not a problem whatsoever. "You say that like I need protecting," she teased, but quickly rescinded, smile growing larger than ever before. "You said 'us.'"
A surprised squeak escaped her when he pulled her closer, his heat almost untolerable, but in the most delicious way. She momentarily flashed back to that day on the couch, the day they had confessed their feelings and she vowed to break off her arranged marriage. Youka valued that day above all else so far. Blue eyes fluttered close, heart racing as his nose touched her own; she anticipating the kiss and she felt her lips part. Needless to say, she was not disappointed ... she practically moaned against his mouth.
"I'm glad it made you feel good," she whispered, leaning up on her toes. Fingers curled into (or against) the collar of his shirt, pulling him down to a rough estimation of her height. Lips pressed hungerly to his own for another moment and she, too, broke the contact. "It's true. I'm very proud. More than that, I'm glad you're home. I don't think I could have managed much longer without you." She paused, eyes finally opening as she directed them to the ones opposite, grateful for their attention. Grateful simply to have him.
The second kiss provided an explosion of ecstasy even far greater than the first. I found myself wanting more, wanting to taste those lips several times over. However, I calmed myself, and allowed her to part our lips as she did. I stared back at her as she stared at me, looking into her beautiful eyes, content with the simple a and silent exchange even like this.
I was not ready for her to say what she did after that. It aroused a great flood of emotion, and clenching of ones chest. My heart ached as she expressed her love in those simple four words. My hand gripped her sides a bit more sternly than before, as I smiled.
"And I love you. So much that---"
I cut myself off. Those words felt good to say; they felt right. I had never used them before to anyone or for anything. Only she could manage to make me say something of that nature with no thought or preparation, just saying it because I felt it.
"Hmmm. So if you are here. . who is in Suna? Who is running Suna?"
I didn't know any of the back-story of course, I had been gone long before the transition of power. There was simply no way for me to know of any of the dealings of the outside world. I was much too curious of the situation not to ask.
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Post by addy-hime ♥ on Jul 23, 2011 13:01:04 GMT -8
And I love you. So much that---
The reaction was simultaneous—her heart skipped several beats and her mouth went dry, if that were even possible in this point of her dehydration. To hear him speak those words made her the luckiest woman in the world, regardless of current circumstances. But that last part! Oh, how she wished he would elaborate on what that meant! Youka felt the urge to push him to continue, but knew that Asato was one to share his feelings on his own time ... that was just the kind of person he was, and she loved him all the more for it.
There was a spark of thankfulness when he, mercifully, changed the subject to something much more fun. That pink-topped head cocked again, a devilish smile capturing her slightly reddened lips, further reminding her of their kisses. No, no~ Must focus, Youka. "My nephew took over the position for me. Due to how long it has been, I would say he would have been officially inducted as the Nidaime Kazekage. Which officially makes me ... well, old news, to be blunt."
A normal person would have been bothered by the news she had just relayed, but Youka seemed perfectly content to have given up her throne for the 'greater good.' It wasn't like being kidnapped for real would have been any better in the long run; at least in this way, she was able to hand-choose her successor. Instead, she merely leaned closer to his body and nuzzled into his ear, lips moving in a prolonged state—a kiss. When the girl pulled back her eyes were gleaming, a fire ignited like that sunset they had witnessed over the ocean so long ago.
"He's a good leader," she said slowly, enunciating the words to either calm his worries or incite a particular emotion. Only Asato himself could know exactly the effect her voice had on him, and she would not have it any other way.
I had not finished my sentence for a particular reason. I was gathering my courage for the continuation, gathering my strength to say what I wanted to say. Furthering the conversation on another tangent had allowed me to not think about it for a bit. I didn't quite expect the nature of the conversation to be so interesting though, in terms of who and why someone else was leading the village.
"Another Etsuko has the seat of power now, huh? Interesting."
I spoke those words while pondering myself. Did that mean Youka was finally free? She felt so obligated to lead the village. Now she could do whatever she wanted. We could be together without the need for any hiding and the like. It was a wondrous thought, though fleeting.
Her sudden attack my ear incited much arousal, as I squirmed a bit against her relentless assault. Her lips and voice did indeed have a profound effect on me, in more than one way. Once she had given me that look I shook my head some, and laughed before ruffling the hair of hers a bit affectionately. There was very little hesitation now, I knew I had truly chosen the person who had to have been meant for me.
"You are adorable."
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Post by addy-hime ♥ on Jul 23, 2011 13:47:59 GMT -8
Asato's reaction was priceless; she ended up giggling a little uncontrollably and was forced to lift her hand to her mouth to hide it. Oh, he was just wonderful.
"Indeed. His name is Aero ... he's actually my nephew. Shiro-sama's only son, as it were." A slender eyebrow perked, wondering what he would think of this particular bit of information. It was certainly juicy—Youka had been devoted mentally to her middle brother, who had almost been god-like in her mind until his death. She still cherished his memory, even if her anger at Konohagakure had settled down into a simmer. "I suppose that's why he has such natural leadership abilities, you know?"
Her body swayed, as if compelled to move by the faint breeze that brushed past them, bringing the scent of sea-salt. The situation was quite complicated indeed. Would Shiro be proud that his son had taken her place? There was a rationality in her mind that kept her going on this foggy path, and to clear up Asato's possible confusion she pressed her lips to his and breathed out, relaxing.
"I'm not adorable. Simply ... being myself. That's what you like about me, right?" Tongue slid out, brushing against her bottom lip and his own—she hadn't pulled away during that short statement. "I want you to meet him." Grin.
I wasn't too versed in the Etsuko family line and their members, so all the news was new to me. I didn't know there was more male Etsuko's besides the ones she had told me about, and I really didn't know that any of them had given birth to any children. It was an interesting insight. She knew me too well. The information was indeed juicy.
"Oh? Your brother had a son did he? Wow. Huh . . I guess that does makes sense too with him succeeding his father and being a natural leader. Though, that's really unexpected."
Her kiss was returned to the best of my abilities at the time, surprised and unready for the sudden touching of lips. I enjoyed the moment though, as I enjoyed all of her sweet and loving gestures. They warmed a heart that many would have called ice cold not even a year ago. For the first time in many years, perhaps in forever, I felt really content.
"If you want me to meet him I will, of course. You might have some news to tell him anyway. . ."
My heart raced as I slowly dipped down to a position that was only reserved for one thing specifically. My heart was in my throat, and again, though for another reason, she made me feel something I hadn't felt in a long time. I was nervous. My knee hit the ground with a resounding thud, at least to my ears, as the world slowed down around me.
"I never finished my sentence did I. . ?"
In my own hand was a small box, made of paper of course, which within it held something I had picked up just for her. I had spared no expense or effort to get it, and by opening the box I presented it to her. It was a a ring of course, a turquoise diamond — which so much so resembled her eyes, sat in the middle of a gold setting, with smaller diamonds of the same cut etched into it's surface. I myself had gone through much lengths to have it made in this way, and to find such a diamond to set in the middle.
"And I love you. So much that I can only think of one way of expressing it further. To want to spend the rest of my days with you. To ask you to marry me. Will you marry me Youka?"
My heart beat several times too fast, not resting until she'd give her answer.
Post by addy-hime ♥ on Jul 23, 2011 14:26:52 GMT -8
Yet again Asato had the means to confuse her, for in their conversation they had never mentioned any particularly necessary information that Aero would need to be told. The Kusanagi was superfluous in this situation. Instead of inquiring his meaning she waited, the edge in his voice telling her that he was actually on the verge of explaining something, for once. The absolute last thing the Shodaime was expecting ... was to see him kneel in such a universal pose.
Oh my God. OhmyGod. Oh. My. God.
Aside from that comforting mantra, her thoughts had stopped completely, or perhaps they were simply racing too fast for her to hold any one coherantly. Her lips parted as if to speak, but instead a rather loud breath—almost a gasp—was sucked into suddenly oxygen-deprived lungs. Oculi locked onto the box in his hand, and the idea struck her that this might be a joke, or simply an exaggerated and dramatic event for something less meaningful. But no, it was not meant to be so simple as that.
"You want me to ... marry you?" she croaked out, sounding on the verge of tears even though those eyes remained dry (and rather wide). The ring was gorgeous, and she could see easily why he chose it—she was not oblivious to her own physical appearance, after all! Poor Asato. It had been at least ten seconds of absolute adoration of the piece of jewelry before she realized he was still very much waiting for an answer. One, she added privately, that was perfectly obvious.
Slowly Youka stepped forward, fingers curling on the lid of that little box, enough pressure exerted so that it snapped closed in his hands. She didn't want to risk losing it in the sand for what was next. "Asato, I ... yes, yes. Of course. Of course I'll marry you—" Before the words were fully out of her mouth she had thrown herself at him again, unafraid of the sand digging into her knees, too pleased with herself as she pressed yet another kiss onto his lips.
It would have been quite the sight to an outsider.
It was a relief when she had finally said it. She had said yes. Of course, I enjoyed the full range of reactions she had made to the event, it was what made Youka, Youka. There was nothing I could do but flash a smile after she had said yes, and wrap his arms around her during her sudden kiss. Of course, I'd also have come to a stand, picking her up off the ground too, so that she would not ruin her knees on the harsh arid surface of the sand.
". . I don't know what to say. You've made me the happiest ever."
Taking the box out again, and taking the ring from within it, I'd slip it on her finger. It fit perfectly, luckily. It glistened and sparkled as it had never done so before, in only a way it would if it was on her finger.
"I told you, you just might have something to tell him. . about."
I laughed, a bit, before taking her in an embrace. Content.