PT1 [Roko]

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It was her last night in Tetsu- A land that had brought her few promises- None of which had brought her any good- The biggest reason being that the world map that she had purchased off Axcel had disappeared in thin air- Which only made her realize that it had been a fake, and she had well and truly been conned by the shinobi. Of course- Whether or not he meant it or not. As far as she knew, she could have been speaking to a clone. Whatever it was, it left her with little to no Ryo, and what was she doing with the small amount that she had left? She was spending it on sake- A little something to ease the anger that had built up from losing her money- Although, it hadn’t become long until little became a lot, and the thick blush of red coated over her once pristine face.

Not to say that she still wasn’t beautiful- Although slumped in a chair with saucers and pint glasses from other kinds of alcohol surrounding her, her hair still remained fluffy and light, free of any dirt, she still looked at her best, if it wasn’t for her temper, which was now, perhaps even worse than it would usually be sober- Drink sometimes relaxed her, although her mood shifted from one extreme to the other with more ease whilst under the influence, which wasn’t all that good for those around her. And those who had heard of her and her did the good job of sitting elsewhere, giving her glances once in a while, but still keeping a good distance away should she start any fights with anyone within the bar that she was seated in.

”………”

Her most recent drink having been ordered and brought over to her, she would begin by forgetting formalities, and like the tank that she was, the buxom blonde would simply go forwards and begin to drink, before placing the saucer down once more, her elbows on the table, one holding the side of her head, whilst the other lay flat on the table- Of course, she wasn’t mad at herself for being deceived- Or she was, just a little bit. But she was mostly angry at the Yukigakure nin himself- The next time she would see him- He would pay! With both his money, and his wellbeing. She would assure of that. During her meeting with him it had been so hard not to let her inner temper escape but- the next time it was obvious- He wouldn’t be as lucky.

Picking the saucer up and tipping the rest of the drink down, it was easy to say that she was pretty much out of it- Although with most drunks you could approach them without much fear of being attacked, unfortunately for those around her, Blanche wasn’t one of those people. She could at any moment spring up and use dead hands on those closest to her in the bar, but at the moment, she seemed more keen on intaking the alcohol that she had purchased rather than hurting people- Although that tiny craving always lay within her which was sometimes dangerously close to being revealed- The true hatred within her though, lay unlocked, and it had in such a state for many years now. But, seated within the bar that reeked of sake and bore the average smell really for a bar, she would keep seated, a fair distance from herself and the others there- It was for the best, really.

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[roko]

Heavy foot steps would marr the alabaster mounds beneath his feet, the sound of crunching snow being the only thing to be heard in the longest time, almost driving him mad. It had truly begun to feel as if Momochi were to be cursed to wander amongst the lonely critters that pranced about the snow, leaving their little prints as a token of their existence in such a harsh terrain. The cold was biting, but Momochi was no coward and would not once falter as his steps grew more and more rapid in order to create some form of heat for his already barely clothed body. The snow fall about him was light as the sun seemed to vanish, hidden behind the batallion of gray giants who ruled with unrivaled supremacy below the heavens; this all greatly unlike the scenery of the warm and wet Mizu No Kuni.

Relief would envelope his being like the thin arms of a beloved as his eyes would make out a building in what seemed to be the heart of this desolate land. His pace would greatly pick up, as if a deity breathed the life back into him. From his fast walk he would break into a sprint as each step brought him closer and closer to the abode in front of him. Time was nothing that could stand in front of him, for eventually the word "Tavern" became legible to his intense squinting. Almost gingerly he pushed the doors open, an overbearing creek coming along to draw attention as he was greeted by the warmth radiating from the large fire and the idle stares of a dew. The genuine smile worn upon his lips faded immediately as he made his way to the bar unhindered by the darker atmosphere that perfumed the bar like cheap perfumes; all he wanted at this point was a drink.

And that's what he got.

'Twas a relief, the warm taste of such a potent alcohol running down his throat, a minuscule amount escaping from the corner of his lip and sliding down his his face has he chugged the beverage--and many after it--as if he hadn't had drunken water in days. With his fat wallet, one drink became many as as a feint glow of red decorated both cheeks, but as he consumed more and more not only would the color of his cheeks change, but his attitude in tow. The smile he had vanquished earlier in hopes to retain some maturity among the myriad of strangers he could fight no longer as it forced itself upon the edge of his lips, his posture more relaxed and sloppy than before. He would look to the side, his eyes nearly shut as a toothy grin was given to the girl diva-blond not far from him.

"Hiya! Ahahaa!"

He exclaimed merrily, twisting his hips in order to place his elbows on the counter and lean back, he would knock his drink like a buffoon over-- it's ok, he was feeling like a fresh glass or two anyway! Oh, the wonders of alcohol!

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"Hiya! Ahahaa!"

These words- So close, where had they come from? The last that I’d even checked the closest person to me had been such a distance away that speaking without raising one’s voice wouldn’t be possible. However, someone seemed to tread in to the small area of the bar that I had begun to call home. A small corner it was, but then again, it was quiet, which was what I wanted. Silence.. for what? Mourning for the map that I had just lost to that bastard or something else? At the moment with my mind full of clashing thoughts, alcohol wasn’t exactly helping. But I didn’t care. What I did care about however, was the fact that someone had dared sit so close to me- Like entering the lions den this man, whoever it was, had taken a risk, which annoyed me because I wasn’t exactly in the mood for talking, but at the same time, I enjoyed the fact that he probably was too drunk to notice that everyone else was straying away from me. This sense of loneliness I had grown used to- It was nothing different to me.

It would be quite some time before I soon gave this loser the attention he so craved. Surely enough he was just attempting to be friendly with me but over time, it had grown quite hard to distinguish certain meanings. This sense of negativity towards my fellow shinobi was something that I was quite well-known for, and it was definitely something that this guy would soon become acquainted with. Hic! My eyes still staring intently at the saucer of sake in front of me, I would take one final gulp of whatever little was left, as the warmth soon returned in my throat- Of course over the course of this drinking session the warmth hadn’t yet left from the first moment my lips touched this.. this heavenly liquid, and yet, I desired more. Although it had hurt at first, the sting of the drink soon passed, as I my reaction to pain was now dulled quite considerably- all I could feel now was my mind coming at ease and-

”GET ME SHOTS. A WHOLE BOTTLE. NOW.”

I would shout these words almost without meaning to, my hand taking a life of its own and slamming against the table that I was almost leaning over. It was outburst such as these that made people think twice about sitting next to me, as my tone; Filled with anger and impatience, usually made people think that I was going to swing a glass bottle at the closest living thing next to me should my order be unfulfilled. For sure it would happen if I was in a bad enough mood, but, I was glad too that I gave off this effect. I was feared; it was a good thing in my eyes. But; Having just shouted at the barman he would come, near-trembling with a bottle of whatever shot like alcohol that they had- I didn’t care. As long as it tasted nice and did the job, I would drink antifreeze.

After having ignored the muscle-bound man who had seemed so intent on greeting me long enough, I would then turn my head towards him, my beautiful face framed as perfectly as ever between my long golden tresses; I was truly a sight to see, even when I was drinking alcohol quite heavily, a pastime not exactly considered by many other ladies. My blue eyes would soon meet with his; A shade of hazel that could but be described as beautiful and familiar- Had I met this man before? Shrugging off this thought I would then greet him wordlessly with the deadly gaze that I was most known for; Although incredibly alluring and mysterious, it was my trademark. It caused some men to fall over their feet, whilst others saw me as too much of a risk, and went on to the next whore they could find.

My hand grabbing hold of the bottle and removing itself from my head, I’d pour myself a shot of whatever the drink was, picking up the glass, and then with a simple flick of my head, I’d down it as quick as it had been poured, the feeling instantly hitting my chest with warmth. But going back to the matter of the man himself- It was this courageous act to sit near me was the reason why, once seeing him spill his drink, would cause me to pick up one of the spare shot glasses on my table, and pour another one- But instead of taking it myself, I would instead hand it out towards him to take- It wasn’t poisoned, no. An act of kindness?

No. I wanted him drunk enough to get out of my face.

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[roko]

Oblivious. A simple word that, as of now, had numerous meanings when Momochi's actions were taken into consideration. His body simply felt like a humongous tingle as of now as feelings of merriness swarmed around him even though, in reality, the bar had been quite lacking of such, in fact possessing an atmosphere that mirrored a near polar opposite of what the drunkard perceived: shady characters were harbored within the oak walls, sipping silently at their drinks whilst beady eyes would dart among each other in a veil of perpetual shadows which were castoffs of the frames standing near or in front of the fire.

SLAM!

The crude noise had brought an ounce of reality back into him, enough to realize he hadn't been the only one chugging poison in the area. Hazy hazels' cast themselves once more on the female who, as of yet, neglected to address his rather sweet 'hello'. It was enough to drown his mood momentarily with an anchor, but just for a moment as the a slim arm extended forward with a gift encased by delicate, ivory fingers: a shot glass of saki. He would accept it, swallowing it with unmatched haste.

"Hey! YOU'RE ALRIGHT!"

He'd bark his words, a hearty chuckle trailing right behind them as he'd stumble to stand, and then inch his heavy body over to her table. He would attempt to throw an arm around her, and in doing so most of his weight would land upon her; she was a strong girl though, rig-- scratch that, she seemed pretty dainty! "I'm Ninja Steve!" He exclaimed, the scent of saki billowing out as he spoke, almost suffocating the air itself. He'd work a large, rough paw underneath her fine hair and would commence speaking once more, after having struggled to start speaking, stumbling on his own words. "What's your name??" He'd ask in a tone that made it seem as if it were the most important question in the world. He was enjoying himself too much right now.

"You smell nice!"

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It would take a little while for the man to process this action which I had proposed, almost as if the alcohol had already well and truly gotten in to his mind. Of course, I wasn’t exactly one to speak as at the moment I could feel my vision blurring ever so slightly and my movements becoming not rough and inelegant, but, a bit.. more extravagant. But I pulled this off with grace, and I would doubt that the old guys cared whether or not I was steady on my fee- Scratch that. They probably did, the tavern owner too, intimidated at the very sight of my hands- I was known quite well for my talent at Souin, and I had been also known to chop a sturdy wooden table in half simply with my hands. I was pretty sure that this wouldn’t occur here, but who knows? Maybe the owner will have to buy a new table, and I’d have the joy of getting kicked out of a bar.

However- My attention would quickly shift elsewhere as the drink would be snatched from my hand by the very person I had offered to, as the giant (his extreme height by far towering mine, I thought I was tall but by seeing him, it made me re-think a little bit) made his way hazardously towards my table. With a heavy sigh, I’d figure that my me-time was over, and I would now have to either speak to the guy, or threaten him. To be honest- After the whole map incident I was far too ready to take my anger out on whatever was around me but- ”…..!!”The guy was off his head and I had to pity him somewhat simply because of the fact that I, despite quite tipsy, had at least some control over myself. As the arm soon went around my neck, I knew that he had gone too far.

And yet- Strangely, it felt good. Bizarre to say probably, but it did- I could securely say that it had been years since someone had last.. put their arm around me knowingly, and a sense of safety enveloped me through this action. During my work as a medic on the field I had offered walking support through this way but not in the manner which he was currently performing the action. With such.. a sense of relaxation and familiarity he seemed to do it, and although he probably felt quite comfortable, I on the other hand was being weighed down by a large, hulking arm which went around the nape of my neck and on to the shoulder furthest away from him. With my eyes looking up at him (A strange thing, as I was used to looking down at others) I would take in his features- His face bore definite scars of war, a large X drawn across it, whilst the rest- Well, he looked pretty rough to say the least. Long brown hair complimented what little there was to compliment- Or no. There was something strange about him, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it!

"I'm Ninja Steve! What's your name??"
”It’s nice to meet you.. NINJA STEVE..” My voice raising without me meaning it to, his name was obviously fake- A creation of drunk thoughts. So, I would return this with my own; ”..My name is Jounin Jane.. It’s nice to meet you!! Why are you in these parts? Have I met you before?!; Remove your arm. Now- No, I mean- No. I-” my tone would change exceedingly quickly from that of glee to a slightly cold response when it came to the arm around my neck. Worse than a woman with PMS, I was horrendously unpredicatable at times.

It wasn’t as if I didn’t enjoy this male company- Or, I don’t think I did, right now it was hard to tell, I was a mixture of all emotions as I always was, and my mind was in pieces from the effects of the alcohol and the anger that I felt towards that Yuki bastard. It wasn’t exactly my fault- I just didn’t like people getting that close to me, even though I was pretty sure that he wrapped his arm around me because of his current condition, and most men usually wanted to wrap their arms around me- Or more. He was probably just like the rest. At the thought of this my eyes would lose the once warm appearance they had regained as I struggled to break free from his heavy arm- I would do this quite successfully, but, his arm would now fall behind my back and dangerously close to my rear- Which I wasn’t too happy about. ”Make one wrong move, and I will hurt you.” I would say in regards to this, giving him a clear warning not to lower his arm further- It was somewhat my fault that his arm was there, but- I was beautiful. I was female- and if I screamed loud enough, I could get the entire bar against him.

However- My threat was soon dismissed as he complimented my hair. By now compliments weren’t exactly fantastic to me or anything that I could go out my way to say thank you for. Time had made me in to a vain bitch and I was alright with that. I was still, of course, annoyed at the fact that his arm had shifted but to his compliment my drunken self, somewhat parallel to my average personality would go ahead and respond to this. My head shifting somewhat to the side so my eyes stared back in to his with the same cold gaze I had given him moments before, I’d speak; ”Uh.. Thank you..” However, it was silent. Should he hear this, it would nonetheless be drowned out by the sound my glass clanking against the table as I’d pour myself another drink, skilfully downing it as quick as the last. I felt uncomfortable, and I was ready to strike when needed- But something clawed at me mentally, telling me not to do something. I would falter, and let my conciseness win for today- It was a battle of two conflicting personalities. He was lucky, and I would lean my head back slightly where his arm had once been, writhing through my beautiful blonde locks.

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[roko]

For once, his mind would drift off to a place of logical interpretation as things had begun to take a turn. This femme was a peculiar one neither happy and calm, nor resentful and enraged, but perplexed by a unmerciful combination of both which even the distant-minded Momochi, whose actions and thoughts were currently hazed by inhuman amounts of alcohol, could directly interpret: the way her shoulders tensed as if she was trying to keep herself from falling apart, but then softened like butter left sitting out, the way she offered kindness, yet struck back with words fueled with misguided with intentions dedicated to another purpose, the way she analyzed him with curiosity as if she could read the words of his mind through his hazel orbs like the fine print from lucid calligraphy, but swiftly discarded the information as if she didn't want to know.

"..."

He was silent as he gently elevated his thick arm, his forearm running up her backside like as if the Scared Shinobi had no knowledge of it ever falling in the first place. SMACK! He struck the table as if it were a gong, a cracking sound emitting-- sharp, nasty. "Another round of drinks!" He exclaimed to the hurried tender, whom eventually got around to it. He stumbled back a little, his movements heavy, clumsy, and lacking of any formal education, but miraculously he fell back onto a chair--instead of the cold, hard floor--which he scooted up to the stable. "Just drink up some! It'll do you good!" He'd flash another toothy grin as the drinks came around, their contents swooshing violently as they went from the table and into his ready mouth.

"I finds that drunkens lightened the mood fo--me." The harmony of his sentence was untimely shattered by the invasion of a hiccup that overpowered the decibels he had previously been speaking at, more so the alcohols working than actual empathy. But just as quickly as he smiled, it faded as a gaze was cast upon her from hazy eyes, unstoppable as they searched her figure for information to satisfy the curiosity that had been harbored with in his being. A warm familiarity sprung from her ivory countenance unmarred by the tide of battle, her thick, golden hair as large and buoyant as her personality could truly be, her aqua eyes kissed by submissive tints of green which swirled artistically to create a nostalgic blend.

"Nows whatsa' going to do wid me? You seems ta hates n then not hates me. Drink lil mores n ya'll find out, I'm sure! Wur goin' walkin! Lets drink lil mores though!" His voice not once during that whole sentence failed to falter in it's up-spirit volume, the mass amounts of alcohol like a catalyst that served as a basis of his irreplaceable personality.

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”……..” Unlike the wild beast of a man who stood before me, whilst under the influence, I could at least keep my pronunciation- Speaking was something that I was very good at. Speaking my way out of things, speaking my way to get things, it was another of my talents- And another of mine, was the uncanny ability to at least speak as if I wasn’t drunk- I could tell my R’s from my T’s, and I sometimes used words that even I wouldn’t usually speak. This man’s language skills however seemed to regress to that of a two year old, and although entertaining, it simply remembered me too much of so many men that I had seen in bars in the past- a generic drunken weight-lifter, probably come here after a day from the gym? By his muscle-bulked figure the latter part was probably true, or, he had been training, something along the lines of that. However- Despite his rough appearance, savaged a bit by war, the pressure on my back soon left as his arm resigned its place near my figure- My personal bubble was now unscathed.

More drinks- ”More drinks! A good call by this man”- Wait, what was I saying? No- I just couldn’t put my mind and mouth apart right now, so, alike a child in Academy who was told to be quiet, my lips would purse slightly, preventing anything else from slipping out- Why was I being so careful? I don’t care who he is- No. My lips, which had drawn a little colour from drinking relaxed once more as I’d freely take a drink from the amount that he had ordered- Of course I did this before he had said that I could take some. I had given him a drink, and now, he owed me- But it was bit rude of m- No. No it wasn’t. ”I… like to drink buuuut.. it’s costing..!” Costing what? Money? My health? I didn’t care either way but it added to the conversation- However, having quickly downed the drink that he had given me, I’d taken his advice before he had given it, and drank it down quickly, the prominent red on my cheeks growing ever more probably.

Looking back up to Ninja steve however, I’d listen to his words as he spoke of them slowly- We were going walking? It was quite late out and it was dark by now, but, inside, a battle happening between various points of my mind, I would begin to relay the reasons why I shouldn’t go with him, and the reasons why I should. I had just lost my money- If I could get some out of this ”Hic!” guy in return for a kiss or something- Yes, that would be a good plan. Atop the once plain looking expression I bore now came a kind of smirk- I wasn’t even sure as to whether it was me, gloating at my plan, or if it was just.. the atmosphere that had made it appear. It did concern me some times about how strange I could be whilst in this condition, but I never spoke it aloud. Two minutes later, another drink gone from his supply and two small ones from my own, what could I say? I’m a machine.

”Walking… Where? Really?”

I’d ask, perhaps a little bit more exaggeration on the inquisitive part of that than I had meant for- No matter. I would lean back in my chair, both of my arms resting upon my hips for a few moments before then drawing themselves up and placing them on the table, I’d swing my head to the right, before turning it back towards him- Another few of the actions that I couldn’t exactly control all that well that moment. Common sense told me to stop drinking, but she commanded me otherwise. ”It’s the alcohol, I’m sorry.” fake, fake fake fake. I blamed it on the drink, naturally; He already probably knew how moody I could be, but if I was to acquire money from tonight- Sending him running off like a child wasn’t going to help anything. The last words, spoken with such a gentle tongue that I had once spoke with naturally now lay poisoned and tainted with years long gone- taking another swig of sake, I’d soon almost reach my limit, both of my hands raising in front of me and making an action that was meant to be no more Hic! Pushing the bottle away like an insolent child as it lay very close to tipping off the edge of the wooden frame, I’d continue to lean on my chair, awaiting the brown haired man’s response as my blue eyes curiosly looked at his own-

It was..
..peculiar.

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[roko]

He leaned back in his seat curving his back into an intense degree, extending extremities backward as he pressed back against the rear of the chair in order to stretch his stiffened back, pops like machine gun fire arose from that very area once the action had been executed. He did this all in order to arise from his padded thrown limber and ready for travel, whether the activity proved to be short lived or enduring. For a lady of her aesthetically pleasing appearance she devoured drinks as if her thirst was unquenchable, downing the hard liquor as if it were strawberry-flavored water, but her breaking point had been met, seeing how her once ivory face was now flushed a hearty sanguine. His own olive skin having done much the same, but to a lesser degree thanks to his gracious amounts of melanin. His arm shot outward as it grabbed hold of another drink, his last one for the knife, and much like its brethren before its time, never to be seen in the nature it once was.

"Hng!"

A noise escaped gritted ivories as he stood slowly in order to retain balance, or at least tipping over like a cow oblivious to the ravenous youth around it looking to stir mischief for their own amusement. This was unlike him, for never in his life had he actually been in a situation much like this one; better said, when he was drunk he'd only chuckle and pass laughs around, not take things into actual consideration. "I donno." He begun, his frame facing the door at this appoint, eyeing the oval window, slightly obstructed by paneling that masked over it in a "t". He himself was unsure of the true purpose of the walk, but there had been something itching inside him that craved information, yet knew of ways that were more rewarding in their outcome than indirect.

With a simple step he had begun his advancement forward, unruly brown locks bouncing in order to compliment the shift of his gargantuan frame. It was interesting meeting someone in a tavern, especially characters like Jounin Ja- "Whyoure lieing to. Thatsa stupid name." He spoke, walking forward. It was time to move on, whether she'd taken the opportunity to follow in-toe like an innocent chick would their protecting mother or remain idle in her seat, keeping to herself like a wolf who had chosen to disregard company in favor for unrewarding solitude. Whether she followed or not he continued to speak sporadically, much like his nearly uninterpreted foot steps as he'd carry himself around heavily. "My scratch hurts." He spoke, a finger ascending to gently rub it and eyes going crossed as they themselves attempted to view the marred flesh of his face, he nearly walked into the door, but luckily pushed it open in time with his free hand.

The cold greeted him, rushing through the openings of his clothing.

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”My throat huuurts~~” I’d moan as my right hand rose up and gently placed it on the side of my neck where I felt the most pain- Just noticing how very childlike my last statement had been, I’d quickly return to reality speaking a slurred; ”Shit, I’m sorry.” no- No this wasn’t like me. I didn’t apologise for anyone. I didn’t need to say sorry about anything that I did- If they saw faults in me, then they had tenfold the faults themselves, that was how I saw it- Yes. Reminding myself of who I was, how powerful I was, gave me a sense of confidence once more as my posture lay unmatched by anyone else who dared bring me down- Whilst drunk, I had had this episode before- I was a shell of who I normally was, and to say the least, I wasn’t too happy with it- But this man, he seemed to relish in it, and after he had proposed a walk, the most sinister thing I could think of would be that he had in fact spiked my drink, and was now planning to attack me in an alleyway.

Keeping this in mind I’d hazily remember where my secondary weaponry were just in case it should happen- Of course, should it happen I’d remember where my things were, whoop his sad ass and then take off with his money and whatever items I could salvage. With her exit plan made and he having soon started to leave, his frame in the doorway- NO, he was the doorway by the size of him, no doubt he’d have to lean forward or bend a bit in order to get out of the actual place. But my mind was currently flowing with drink right now and sentences wove around my brain, things were speaking to me within my head, and I couldn’t tell my left to my rights all that much. I’d get up slowly, and would then disperse an amount of ryo on the table that was less than the amount I spent, but the barman, happy to see the two of us leave, would probably accept it.
He’d better accept it.

An angry gaze sent towards the barman- I didn’t mean it- Or did I? I really, really couldn’t tell by now. I’d take my frame to the door moments after he proclaimed that I had been lying about my name- Jounin Jane. Well, at least he seemed to have some kind of intelligence about him- The guy was totally smashed and I was unsure of why exactly he wanted to walk, but perhaps he just needed fresh air after all of the drinking that he had done. After being cooped up there for a few hours I was more than happy to let my skin breathe in the fresh air of night, the cold breeze feeling crisp on my neck and face- The only two parts of my body that were fully visible, the rest kept under by my clothing- My volupious figure was obvious to be seen, with a bountiful hips and chest but with quite a small waist, and my height would now be seen in full glory, my hair almost being as tall in size as I. At one point in the past it had grown past my full height, but I had to cut it- It had been near the end of the war.

”Wait- Wait! For me!”

I’d speak these words with an obvious slurr- Oh I hated myself for that. I sounded like a tavern wench, another whore you’d find on the street. Of course I was quite adapt at taking impressions and then using them for my own work- I have in fact posed as a dumb blonde in order to get my way with things and perhaps I’d have to do the same tonight on this walk, but, being under the influence gave me.. a strange feeling. Usually I was quite confident in myself and my thoughts, I was like some kind of rock, cold and unmoving- Now, emotions filled every corner of me and my moodswings usually became even more erratic- I felt human to say the least. In my heels I’d clack along the ground as I’d chase after him, snow soon falling on my delicate nose, and melting quite quickly afterwards.

I’d soon catch up, and stand alongside him, he being at least a foot or so taller than I was. I’d look back up and watch as he’d walk and scratch the obvious scar on his face- Something within me clawed at me telling me to try and heal it but- God knows why I’d want to do that, but common sense as a medic told me that he was from war- Obviously, or some kind of fight, and healers had probably worked on him in the past unable to get rid of that scar. Shaking away whatever caring emotions I had just collected (If I was to call them that) I’d then look back at him as my arms crossed over my chest, as I’d ask; ”..My name isn’t Jounin jane, no… I’m not a jounin...” I would say simply with truth in my words- I was a genin- Should I have spoken that word, I would have spat it. I hated it. Genin were little kids- I had been unable to attend the exams as I had things to attend to back home at that time, and then it was during the war too- I had no time to progress. But I was better than a genin. Much better. Shaking my head, I’d look back at him once more. Silence.

”Could.. it be possible if I was to be.. BLESSED.. With your true name, Shinobi steve?”

Of course I didn't care if he didn't give it to me- No, I would. No, I wouldn't. I just wouldn't refer to his name for the rest of the night.

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[roko]

The wind hadn't been as potent as before, the howling gale he had grown familiar with had died down and the airs of Tetsu were no longer of biting intensity. He never picked up his legs, his feet would wade through the packed snow beneath them, marring the perfection beneath the duo much like his face had been marred by a steel blade. Flakes of snow descended from the wall of clouds above, a confetti of white decorating their respective frames, the flakes morphing into a clear fine liquid as they met with Momochi's warm, taut bronze flesh. As an individual he was powerful but he hadn't the urge to ever remind himself of his strength 'lest he sought to stick the shovel in the ground to erect his own grave. Yet, he hadn't been aware of the girls very own inflated ego, but would he be given the fantastic opportunity to witness it in person? He had no mortal clue of knowing.

"Why ya seem so troubled, lass?

He stopped mid walk and sharply turned to face her in a sloppily executed "about face". In truth, this was his main intention for proposing such an odd idea to a "stranger" he had just shared glasses with. But, if he had neglected to ask at some point it would have driven him wild, as much as he'd like to disbelieve in the possibility of that scenario. A hand ascended towards a head to give a simple scratch underneath his hair tie, but in doing so he would let it loose, thick hair cascading over broad shoulders, providing a mild utility for warmth to make up for his rather 'revealing' clothing. "'sa lot easy to let loose". He drunkenly spoke, thick a slur trailing about the end of each intoxicated word like slime would a nasty slug. Once he finished speaking he sat down in the snow, slowly doing so in order to prepare himself from the icy touch his buns were about to embrace; he had been aware of the question she asked, but for now he would ignore it in order to feed his appetite for knowledge he desperately wished to appertain.

"We alls been through plenty of hurd stuff," he elevated an enormous extremity of his once more, a thick pointer finger sticking outward to touch the soft skin of his scar. "Can't 'member how I got et, but it hurt here more," the very same hand descended slowly in front of his enormous chest and sat on the left side of his thorax before being elevated to finger the scar once more, a decoration of war, a symbol of shame, "then hur." A rightfully placed chuckle followed at the end of his little "about me", something to aid in adding an air of lightheartedness where it was most needed. He leaned back a little bit, submerging two hands in the thick snow as if it were nothing, leaning back in a fluid motion.

"Oy, my names Hiroko. Hi-Rohko." Or at least he thought so, he had once seen that name before on a poster, and was quite fond of it. "Yours, liar?" He barked playfully, simply teasing the voluptuous blond. "Dunno why you'd want my name, prolly won't see me again." Ignorant truth, perhaps. But... He wouldn't really mind see her again, she was a pleasure to the eyes, after all.

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My eyes- Hadn’t my good sense of balance saved me, I would have problably fallen. It wasn’t as if my eyes were shut down, no. I was simply seeing double for a few moments, although this sensation soon left my body, leaving me to view in front of me with clarity as the snow continued to fall- It had been like this for the entirety of my journey, and I had always believed that it brought a strange sense of peace with it as the flakes fell, innocently coating paths, trees, anything it could find. Suffocating those that they landed upon with their icy grip. My mind, twisted, both saw beauty and horror in things at the same time, and it was heightened at this current moment as I saw the trees around us as we walked twist in to various shapes- I would turn my head away however, and remind myself that I was the wielder of Souin- I could take them fucking trees down whenever I wanted. I was supreme.

I would then walk ahead- Only to find that he had sat down after making quite a concerning comment on myself, which I took with slight annoyance, a frown coming on my face- I didn’t look to content, and in reality, no, I wasn’t. It was just that. ”I’m fine- I’ve never really had fond memories to do with this country. The snow..” I’ d pause for a few moments, lies seething from my very teeth, but it sounded plausible enough- People had certain memories linked with certain places, although it was only recently that I had come to Tetsu and seen it for the first time, I had already lost my money, which horrible in my opinion. I wouldn’t finish what I had said- Usually without drink polluting my system I’d be able to lie perfectly with such wit- But I was slow, sunk down with an anchor of human feelings as my mind drifted elsewhere, as free as the snow around them.

A sea of chocolate then bathing over his shoulders as his ponytail would become undone, something scraped at her once more, but I dismissed it once more in the favour of keeping my stern, undying glare. For a moment my gaze would be locked on him as he’d sit down, I’d soon do the same and sit beside him, about half a meter away- Close enough to speak, but not touching. My arms raising up and crossing against my chest once more, I’d look as snow collected on the floor in front of us, my mind lazily floating elsewhere as the drink within me soon began to take its toll on my functions. I’d shift to the side for a few moments before then sharply returning back to my normal position sitting down, turning towards him once more as he began to speak about the past and the interesting scar he bore close to the bridge of his nose.

”You don’t know how you got it? Surely you’d know?”

I’d inquire- For a little, I’d almost seem to be a bit insensitive, asking such a question after he had showed such.. little confidence about that scar being there in the first place- I was suggested to apologise by invisible beings, but, I ignored them. I didn’t need them- or anyone. Even though the cold obviously set in, I was unable to feel it due to the alcohol in my system- I’d soon feel it later on, though as it would leave. Tracing my eyes across where he had listed his injury- His heart, where, mentally he’d have felt it, obviously, the small part of my mind that was still sober having to correct my assumptions, and then to the scar itself- I bore no scars myself- Or, perhaps i did, but they were well hidden, well near 90% of MY person being covered in clothing.

"Oy, my names Hiroko. Hi-Rohko."
This sounded a bit more plausible- Yeah, this was his name. Of course, I was drunk, but it did sound right- Yeah. No- It was, yes. His name was Hiroko, right?

I’d nod at this and then chime in as he called me a liar ”My name? I.. assure you.. you will hear of me again.. I’m going to become a leader..” I’d slur with such certainty in my words- I didn’t doubt myself even when drunk, that was for sure- Or do I? No, I don’t? I’m pretty sure you do at times- No. No a pause. No, I don’t. There would be a slight pause between my words as I’d keep my hands close to my figure to keep warm- I had a technique that could warm myself up easily but- It costed chakra, and being a bit off it at the moment, I didn’t want to mess it up and result losing precious amounts of the energy within me.

”..My name is… liar and I am not worth your time.”

I was toying of course- I’d tell him my name sooner or later, but at the moment, for some reason- Despite the fact that I had grown to hate the majority of people around me, this guy- was different. My trust was placed in him in the way that I had followed him, I only noticing this just now- Which was strange for me- It made me feel vulnerable, and I didn’t like that, not one bit. If he was to look at me carefully, he’d notice me almost seem to stand up, but then move back down to the ground as this time my hands detatched from my torso, and placed themselves on my knees as I’d sit, the snow soon piling on my blonde hair like some kind of dusting. It was beautiful of course, I didn’t doubt it myself, but would he find it so? Wait, what was I saying? I don’t need to doubt myself- I don’t need to doubt myself- ”I don’t need to doubt mysel-” she’d accidentally blurt it out in a firm tone- Damn- ”Shit, fuck, I didn’t mean to say that. I mean---- shit.” oh how classy. With one hand raised up to my head, I’d close my eyes- I needed to get a grip with things. Turning back to him, I’d ask; ”Your name? Youurrr name? I like to remember people’s names, who I meet anyhow. When I’ve finally ascended to divine status and I find you bowing at my feet- I’ll remember you.” I’d speak, as if I was talking sense- No, I was talking sense.

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[roko]

Strength. Strength in reality had been more than simply a mundane noun or adverb, but also an undeniable sense of belonging and even more so than that. History had been marred by countless bouts of strength. such a thing used by the contempt as a symbol of ferocious strength and irreplaceable fear that would lunge itself deep into the hearts of the weak. Strength, in years long parchmented, was a redeeming quality that would grant you superiority unmatched and unhindered by all those who possessed an amount far less potent and existent, an amount undeserving of true formalities. Most of all strength was a cover up, an element used to veil insecurities and create persons, or perhaps craft a sense of false power and supremacy that capered brightly as its wild flames and flares would siphon life from the truth in order to construct an unbreakable mental defense-- just what exactly was strength to this girl? Momochi could assume so much, whether it be accurate or falsely crafted by inaccurate assumptions of her true character. A gaze from heavy eyes would absorb the character from her features, but swiftly be shattered as he forced himself back into reality, into this frigid world lacking life.

"Oy? Like wha?" He asked, addressing the response she so carefully retorted with. Memories were a grand thing really. Memories of either joy and happiness, hate and sorrow all serve a very unique purpose of their own. Memories of an experience that can not be mirrored, or even memories of a life changing event dwindle about everyday experiences, Momochi being a prime example of that. His alabaster scar more of a memory than anything, memories that could not be bought with physical wealth, but not at all 'happy'-- a tome of sadness, would be a way to put them. Yet, there were other memories that non-ninja would never falter to remember, to call upon during times of undeniable, unshakable weakness that ate at his very mental state; thoughts and images alike, all of golden days and joy that would always part with a sweet flavor in his dry mouth. Nothing in this world was simply simple, so to put it-- all creatures with will act accordingly to their purpose, either driven or created by memories; memories of either joy and happiness, hate and sorrow.

"Can't remember it. S'a dumb story 'nyway, prolly cut myself trainin'. Sounds right. " Far from it, actually. 'twas a symbol rightfully earned by being shamed in mortal combat, being struck down by a superior opponent, but in return for being granted a meaningless life he'd be forever branded by a scar, something that would never heal... He'd take the most suffable wound in place of the 'X" above the bridge of his nose, if he could, for such little things always tend to fade after healing-- his life was not meaningless, not anymore; for some reason, just by resting his lusterless eye on her delicate face, her porcelain countenance, he was reminded of his purpose to live, his purpose to thrive-- yes, it swirled within her lovely eyes, never stopping, not once. It made him feel easy.

"Haha. Liar. 'll member that" He was oblivious of the fact that he himself had come up with such a childish name just moments before, but he didn't care, he felt too good. His head cocked to the side as his brow furrowed slightly in question and surprise. "Really now? What makes ya thin' that. Whatta you do when you have that kind of power?" No reason doubting her. Even totally wasted, he somehow possessed the indubitable depth in order to ascertain just how fragile this unstoppable force had really been. Maybe she was right. She could surprise him when he's peaking up to catch a second glance of his rulers face.

Lets have it girl. Tell us.

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The warmth in my neck brought on with the alcohol stayed in its place, and slowly but surely, I could feel the work around me turn, as if I was the only one stationary. This warmth wouldn’t exactly help against the cold but I knew that the icy pinches of Tetsu were affecting me as of now, but my brain simply hadn’t the force to figure it out yet. Another childish groan would be emitted from my mouth as I’d hold my head in my hands for a few moments- No, I wasn’t crying or anything like that- That was for the weak. I however, still had a faint stinging sensation in my throat from the drinks I had consumed a little too quickly. This was extremely over-dramatic of me, so I couldn’t exactly comprehend why I had done it- Showing weakness had been a thing that I had avoided for years now- may it have been mental or physical. But today- These seams were breaking, and I hadn’t the power to stop it, my mind clouded too much with drink.

"Oy? Like wha?"

Shit, now I needed to think of a reason- ”Think, Think Blanche!” I’d shout at myself with these words, mentally of course. My ever-lowering cover would get blown if I was to speak out those words. As a reason came to my mind, I would be quick to say it, my right hand dropping to my hip; ”The weather was cold on the day that I found out about the death of my friend- It wasn't snowing but it was so cold.” lie, lie, lie- Or was it? I couldn’t’ help it- It wasn’t as if I was a compulsive liar, but I couldn’t think of anything else. Creating the memories of another was much easier than recalling my own, and so I stuck with it that way- However, thanks to my brilliant self, it sounded quite legit- People had lost all kinds of family in the war, this would be my creation. No, I had lost people, that was for sure, but why did I feel so compelled to spill everything in front of this man?

As the battle raged within my mind, tearing away at what little genius I had left at the current time, my face would instead adopt not a content look by far- But the usual look that I had, my lips in a straight line, whilst my eyes looked on at Hiroko with what could be described as a look of steel. His muscles- Detailed and crafted well surely showed a sign of the physical prowess that he boasted- He was bound to be a taijutsu orientated person, correct? Yes. But the face- I couldn’t help but looking at it- Even stealing a quick glance then looking away, only to return moments later. ”HIROKO.. I know that it is impossible for.. a person to gain such a scar as that.. WITHOUT being attacked! Unless.. you happened to have two blades and just by chance cut the bridge of your nose with such clean accuracy. I.. know my wounds.. when I see them.., trust me. I’ve operated.. On too ..many corpses..” I’d murmur through drunken thoughts, emphasis having been placed on his name- I figured the guy was lying, simply because she couldn’t imagine having it done with training- It was just.. too clean of a cut- The mark was beautiful in itself but it wasn’t something this rugged man could produce easily, it was deep- But almost as if it had been created not to fade.

To look at my last words in detail- They were well-thought of and spoken with at least some sense of false soberness, but at the same time you could obviously tell of my current condition through them- It had now begun to hit her at its worst, and my voice became slurred, my vision very hazy, as now, by looking at him, I found it easy for my eyes to latch on, but everything else was moving. ”Oh.. What makes me think that..? What makes …me think that.. Darling: I .., I know that. The gods have.. been in debt ..to me for .. YEARS now. I will soon get the abilities that I deserve and Kusagakure will find its true champion in me..” to me, these words weren’t crazy or outlandish at all- I spoke of the truth in a tongue that matched that of a woman who had long lost her sanity, my beliefs were cast in iron. I was going to ascend one day and then- whoever wronged me in the past would pay. With this thought, she craved for me to dirty my hands with the blood of men but, although how satisfying it did so seem, I strayed- and took my own path. But it is never too late to switch sides.. Of course, unlike few, getting to this state intimidated me a bit from the sense of uncertainty my mind took but- At the same time it felt good.

I’d look back up at him and his scarred face- Memories urged me to take his appearance in to consideration, as deep inside, something told me I knew him from somewhere, but he was probably just another drunkard I had met in a bar in the past, for sure. I’d remember many a person for pissing me off, but this man- I couldn’t tell the reason as of now. I usually remembered faces, so my own ability to forget concerned me at this time. Memories regressed were memories best not spoken about, and obviously, if my mind chose to forget this man, then I didn’t want to know who he was. ”..And people will fall-” I’d speak accidentally, she crafting these poison words herself and using my tongue. For the majority of the past few minutes I had spoken with my head in-between my knees, as if I was attempting not to throw up- Truth is I wasn’t the type to throw up when drunk, and today was no different, although I was close becoming nauseous for some reason, as if my sober self knew a sickening truth whilst I at the moment couldn't compretend whatever was happening- My head would rise with my adamant features in check, my head shaking slightly to rid of the snow that was collecting on my hair, as my arms then returned to my chest, crossing sharply. I was going to vomit- at some point, but right now I supressed the urge.

Just who was he to contort my mind in such a way?

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[roko]

The searing cold was an overwhelming sensation that felt sinfully good and understandably bad. The oddity that had nurtured from the teets of the internal commotion had been brewing in the pit of his abdomen was that as time further progressed, a torturous thing from the start, a sensitive warmth would radiate from the piercing touch of the blanketed ground beneath them-- a biting, stinging, tingling warmth that spread itself and became a common feeling all throughout his backside the longer he sat down, legs crossed in the same fashion one would stack their arms over their thorax. Though, in order to surpass obstacles that obstructed and hindered ones advancement along the paved road of strength, one was required to harbor the kindling flame of passion to carry them through the dark, stormy road ahead. He knew it would wrong him to stand up just yet, but he knew the possible impairment to be cast upon him by the bony flange of mother nature's sewed destruction, rather than harvested bountiful superiority.

He listened to the words that slowly stumbled from her mouth. The scent of alcohol billowed out like white fog behind a door.An overpowering scent of saki, the contents of the fogged cloud, coated her words like sugar on cookies, odious and warm as her breath granted to the still air a form of life that was suffocated by the enveloping cold. "Thatsa sad." He pulled his hands from their alabaster coat, turning them over to inspect the raw skin. He wished more for a drink than anything right no-- no wait, that was a lie. Biting his lip slightly he looked up, his stare examining her features, her regal composure was at a bout with itself, or so it seemed. His gaze was blank as he fell back into thought, as he recalled the myriad of color pictures that swirled about his mind like the contents of a warm stew brewing in the pit of an earthy cauldron

"..." Her words brought her into the reality which he belonged. "I... Don't know." A wet paw went behind his head. scratching timidly at his chocolate mane as he took a split moment to think about it, but stopped himself. "No remembering right now. S'a stupid stury. Makes me sad." He muttered with a pseudo-grin on his face, his teeth ivory and bright. If he were to show weakness, it would only impair his ability to siphon the information he so wished to take from her. "So youra doctor? Hows that work?" He asked intuitively, quickly shifting the tides of conversation onto the witty blond. He had no true occupation himself, his source of income was what he could pick form the ground and whatever his odd-job employers would bother giving to him in exchange for his stamina and time; thinking about it, it seemed as if no amount of coined ryo could ever be worth two such precious things-- that was an inconvenient truth though, stamina and time weren't worth ones coined ryo.

He listened carefully to her speak now, her words laced passion, dipped in poison and then fed to the mouth of a king. Liar had been wronged in the pass, so much like he had-- had that been the connection he felt to the blond, that warm feeling he felt near his lungs that whispered to him "it's all ok"? No, it wasn't just that. A familiarity that he couldn't quite figure out was stronger than that, was something that outlined her strong, but soft features. "Whatta happens then? Wha-" It took a moment for him to take it all in, but she spoke of Kusa. It took him back-- WAY back. What possible connections could Liar hold to Kusa, his birth country, his home, his paradise... No... wait. It was ONCE all of that, but not no more. It was a memory that rooted itself in the past, unmovable and now unchanging as time would age all that made Momochi Momochi. She made his mind water for more, hunger for the possible answers and connections, for the possible conversation; she was to be a buffet of enjoyment if he spoke correctly, listened well.

That was to change though. A twisted look warped the flat features of his olive countenance, his scar contorting in unison with his brow as he barely caught what words pierced the cold as they had done his heart in split second. "Whatta ya do then?!" He barked, his frame moving slightly forward as a flame capered with in the pit of his heart. 'twas ward that ensued the destruction of his homeland, his life-- was she simply a hareld of chaos itself? An incarnation of conflict that would morph the views and beliefs of fragile happiness? His heart beat with an intense ratapan, as if a great ape were beating wildly on his chest.

Momochi stared. Anger in his eyes, but sadness ever lasting, always present.

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It was like speaking to a small child- Although I wasn’t one to speak as slowly, even I could feel my mind slipping in to a less.. intelligent trance as my words became slightly less audiable, and at the same time.. stranger in some ways. On his question about me being a doctor, I would then raise my head from my knees once more, looking at him as I but wondered why he hadn’t heard of medics before- Or had he? It was pretty hard to tell at the current time. As large as a tank but with the words of a child, it really did seem as if his mind had been placed in the wrong body- But such was he when he was drunk- I wasn’t even sure about how much he had been drinking prior to meeting me, but by the smell of alcohol that lingered around him like bees around flowers, my simple guess would be that he had been at it for a long while now.

”I’m a medic. The greatest you will ever meet, I assure you. There is no wound that I cannot heal. That cut though- It seems tough to budge, huh? It looked like it must have been pretty painful to take it- In both places.” I’d tell him as I boasted word of my talents. I was pretty sure that I was the best, or I hadn’t met anyone else who had the same skill level as I had- Tenyua was a medic but she barely knew anything- I was at the top of the food chain, and whoever dared compete with me, would surely feel my wrath as my hands would dig at their very flesh, coating crimson all over my pale fingers- ”I would.. LOVE to hear this story you speak of, sir.." My mind would suddenly twist with words and I’d almost seem disgusted at something- With my head up looking towards him it would surely look like I was about to hurl, but I was simply put off by the words that my own mind had churned out of manipulation by whatever drinks I had consumed in the past hour or two.

His own words spoken about his scar- It was obvious that the mark upon his face wasn’t something that he was at all proud from, and yet I lived to upset people. Reasons she wasn’t unsure of, but somehow somebody had dealt it upon his face, even though I would have figured that with a great mass such as his, no-one would be able to lay a finger on his form. Once more the better half of me tore at my mind, ushering me to apologise for questioning; ”I’m ..sorry for bringing.. it up-” I would blurt out at the scar comment, my words sounding as if they were released at last moments notice- Scolding myself again for being suck a fucking idiot and letting him walk over me in such a way, I’d take a few moments to bolster my confidence. I didn’t need to apologise, no- I had a few moments of déjà-vu as I did this to myself, but as long as I got the message through to myself, it would be worth it in the end.

Her arms dropping to her knees once more, she wouldn’t lay her head between them in regain the sense of health that she had before drinking, but instead would keep it looking towards him, her mind drifting off slowly as her eyes took on a strange appearance, obviously signalling the fact that she wasn’t at her best right now; But, her vision would remain well enough in order for her to hear him speak in accordance to what she had said about her future with Kusagakure- At first, he seemed quite inquisitive in what would happen after her title would be given, but then- Anger tore through the large figure and like a beast untamed he shouted the rest of what he was going to say at me. To say the least I wasn’t exactly scared- It was more of a challenge. One side of me wanted to apologise once more for being so rude and for having that outburst, whilst the other wished to compete with his voice; To drag whatever fiery beast that lay within him out so that it may parade with my own.

”I WILL SNAP BONES AND TEAR PEOPLE TO PIECES ON MY WAY TO GETTING MY VILLAGE BACK.
DON’T GET IN MY WAY.”

I spoke harshly, I was aware of this, my face twisted with a .. psychopathically-charged look that seemed to relish the pain that I imagined that I, a person who was firmly against killing, would inflict. These words, spoken with such passion and desire could have made even the bravest wince under how determined I seemed to be to hurt. But the truth- It wasn’t me- Sort of. Time had warped my mind and this was a prime example of what came from it. Of course, I knew that I was angering the man next to me, I was fully aware of it by the way that he threw his gaze towards my own, and yet, I couldn’t help it. After this was spoken however, my head would drop once more to my knees as I’d curse underneath my breath for a moment or so as my inhalation would be caught short by a fleeting sense of nausea, words unheard of from sailors being emitted. After this was done, I’d look back up to him, an apologetic look in my eyes as I’d set them upon the bridge of his nose, then down to his lenses. ”Don’t take anything.. that I say personally, Hiroko.” I would tell him- Unaware of his affiliation with the village, and I was unsure if he saw me as a threat to Kusagakure or not, but- I had suspected that I had known him in the past or seen him, but, I had no clue of who he was. This request would seem more like a plead than anything- It was.. pitiful to say the least.

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