PT1 [Roko]

[roko]

He would perpetually survey her malignant features in his fit of rage whilst her own came into being, radiating from her frozen heart with unstoppable force. She was fiery and spat out venom so vile that on contact plants would curl on themselves, skin would bubble and burn, and every orchestrated movement would cease action while the vehement poison reigned with unchallenged supremac-- similar to what this femma so believed she could obtain. His heart torn in twain by her spiteful words and dreams. Yet, almost instantly, it felt as if his fury had been stripped from his enormous being and channeled through some greater force of nature that would sooth the roaring behemoth aroused by spite. Her eyes moist and large, soft and docile, peering into his very own with medication so powerful as if they were meant to mend every aching moment of his past.

He fell into the longest silence...

Pity. Pity was all he could feel for such a confused girl. In her prime she must have been a sweet girl, caring and supportive with a golden smile stretching from cheek to cheek and ethereal words used to lull those who called for it to a gentle sleep. He felt as he could read her life story through her words and eyes, he felt as if he could understand the roots her sparking rage, he felt as if he could understand why her character seemed to be so difficult, so eccentric compared to the mundane. Her face never was the same. A soft glance with lovely eyes to a metal glare, unmalleable and coarse; that wasn't the truth though, not at all. Even the greatest medic couldn't mend the travesties that ripped her heart asunder. Trauma had made her into the person she was.

His mouth opened for a second, but remained gaping as he, with all his might, would speak as clearly as he could, 'twas a time to act maturely. "You're... quite sad." He murmured in the lowest octave that the air nearly faltered to carry, with a gaze never moving as if Liar was the only thing he could see clearly in this rebel world. His mouth remaining opened for a little longer. His past was a harsh one and it had made him coarse, toughening his personality and character to the extreme. She was no different. She understood him in a depth that he could not explain, he was most likely nothing more than a book, with pages decorated with fine, bold print that wouldn't stick together. He felt that she was the same to him.

He would ponder what else to say, unsure where to take the conversation. He craved to know her name, yet he knew the time to ask for such a formality wasn't now. Momochi felt security with this stranger, someone who he spoke to without his will being in the right place. Yet, it worked for the better for in this craze mixture of feelings he found security and understanding, trust and acceptance that he had lost in the pass before. In her was more than just beauty and sex, but a person too. A being whose life's golden strand was marred by plenty of wrong decisions and troubles.

Once more, like if he were a child pondering how to pronounce words and put them in order, he would speak. "You're... nice." His voice stronger than before, more outwardly spoken. "You're... lonely and confused." He chose his words carefully, inspecting her features once again to read her reaction.

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It was after this fit that I had been victim to I’d then dispel as a single breath, the sound of it releasing from my throat quite prominent against the silence that now racked the area. Along with this, I’d turn away; My drunken self having softened my exterior to the extent of me even feeling ashamed of shouting such vulgar things at the man, why was I feeling like this? His own anger now seemed to diminish beneath mine, which only fuelled the growing hate within me- I had bested him at this game that he had started, and it was obvious by the silence that he now showed. I had never, in my life, heard silence so loud, especially between the two of us- Wait, what did I just think? No- Shaking my head somewhat, freeing myself from the chains of guilt that wrapped around my neck so tightly, I’d listen to him speak, as the ongoing battle continued within me-

”He just called you sad, you’re not going to take that are you?”

I’d be taunted by unseen forces as, my head having once been facing the floor, now looked back to Hiroko as he had called himself, his bulging muscles being prominent against the little clothing that he wore. If anything, I felt a bit more assured as far as my temperature went due to the clothing that I was wearing, but it was no lie that I was cold. My fingers had begun to stiffen somewhat as the chill set in, and the ice could but be matched in coldness by my own, which was quite clear by now. A small part of me was glad that I had shouted at him; Shown him a taster of how cruel I could be, but the rest was unsure on the whole situation that I had landed myself in. Cruel fate lived up to its name as I was put alongside a face that I could not name.

Of course, I had taken offense by what he had called me- Sad? No. Far from it. I was just stronger than he was- Despite the fact that his stomach lay tight with muscle and his arms too- All of him, I had mental prowess that perhaps he daren’t dream of having- That and my ninjutsu skills were second to none. ”Lonley and confused? I don’t need people.” I’d spit with the same venom as before as my cheeks blazed with red- Of course I had taken on a lackey a day or so ago by the name of Tenyua, however, I now regretted it. With my gaze, piercing his own, I’d be met with eyes so soft and gentle, I couldn’t uphold my own for long- Which simply angered me further- ”Who are you.” I’d speak with a tone of annoyance, who did he think he was to let me lower my guard so much, to give me a sense of safety? I found safety only in my self. It was his plan probably- to get me in an even worse condition with the drinks he had ordered- And now I sat here, my head hurting beneath the clashing thoughts that battled on in my mind.

As he kept speaking, feeding my mind with such comments that were designed to lower my defences, I’d quickly adopt another wall between him and me as she urged my hand to seethe with the glowing power of Souin, to knock his teeth in or even break a few of his bones, collapse his face in- tear his ligaments apart- She was sure that I could take him down with the power that I had at the moment, I knew it. As chakra slowly but surely began to pour to my hands, unseen by those around me, I’d sit there, boiling in the invisible brew of despair that this man had placed me in just by being there- I didn’t know him. I didn’t know why he was here. I didn’t care. Chakra bulged through my hands as then I’d get ready to strike him- A fatal blow for sure? Although I had a prominent look of rage on my face, inside me stirred a figure with an obvious smirk- I’d turn, and go in for the kill, ”WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” my hand raising and then-

Plomp

Another change of emotions; I was all about the place. The chakra from my hand disappeared, and instead, I would find myself having unknowingly scootched up to him over the past few minutes since I had sat, and I had now, burrowed my face in to his gargantuan figure- His arm, the thing that was closest to me, to be precise. Blonde hair would trickle over the green of his clothing and his revealed tanned skin- I hated myself for this- my guts, my mind, everything. I wasn’t sad- No. I was happier than ever before he had stumbled along. And yet, I found solace in his frame, his very words despite spoken with drunken laced charm. ”…….” Should he have moved my head out of the way, he wouldn’t have found me crying.

That wasn’t me.

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[roko]

Moments before a dainty hand channeling the strength of a beast rose high in the sky, surging with energies so condensed and potent as to snap and tear ligaments and bones alike like a singular sheet of moistened paper in the hands of a beast, or to bludgeon and bash like a metallic bat descending onto a skull with feelings of venomous contempt. Her hand should have roared down with the unquenchable smite of an angered diety , thundering should have followed afterwards as the supercharged hand sliced through the air with whatever strength he had been unknowing of. If he had felt a threat to his security he would have evaded the attack in a heart beat, drunk or not, yet he didn't. So he sat there, eagerly awaiting what actions would occur next, an immovable object in her path to whatever.

No. She didn't attack. No-- she buried her pretty face deep into his bosem, her golden hair cascading amidst his taut flesh to veil her features with the assistance of his enormous thorax, her luscious locks now littered all over his figure. Emotions mixed with in the pit of his belly like a cauldren, rage for how SHE played these games with him, but sympathy for the person who he saw her as, for how she acted and how she thought. No matter how much he wanted to be, he couldn't remain angry-- he couldn't get angry with her, not anymore. Emotions were complex, bringing him back to his days as a youth, filled with contradicting feelings and hormones that would assist his will in performing whatever THEY specifically wanted. How he felt made him how he was, how he acted and percieved thngs determined his character. He was no different than her, even if she cursed that very idea. Yet, even though he wished to view her in foresight in order to maintain knowledge on her fragile character, he'd have to find out himself. Her face wasn't moist though. Her nose soft against his hardened chest. Her hair was soft.

"Your hair smells nice." The words would flow from his hot mouth ethereally as they sifted through the frigid, below the hum of a whisper, his voice carried by its gentle tone. Something funny would happen that very moment, something unprecedented. A chuckle escaped his lips, carrying his odious breath with him. Then another, follow by two more. The timid chuckles erupted into to symphony of hearty laughter, prompted by the devil himself-- Momochi didn't know why he laughed so hard, nor would he ever find out. "Likes you," his meaty hand crawled up her mid back--what a thin thing, really--onto the back her head, petting her as if she were a emaciated puppy, his fingers running beneath her hair there after. He didn't know about personal space, especially at this point.

How his noise still functioned in this cold was truly beyond him.

"Hiroko, I am!" He exclaimed once more, as if it were the honest true. He himself couldn't infer the lie. "You are?" He would ask whether or not his thick fingers were in the warm security of her silky hair. This drunkard episode had been an astounding one for him. Never in his life had something like this occurred so quickly and unprompted. Never had he encountered such an eccentric being who drove him past the point and ba-- no, that was a lie... he had before. Simply thinking of it brought him back. Sepia images invaded his mind without questions, golden smiles all throughout as he thought about it.

"Cold, yea?" He asked, referring to her. He was quite chilly himself but it didn't bother him, he'd been through worse. He wasn't aware of exactly what Fates had in store for them, but he was curious in finding out. Whether she liked it or not he would stick by her, either near or far.

Hopefully how he felt wouldn't change when he sobered up. Even if he wouldn't then, he knew now he'd hold disdain towards himself.

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As my head lay against his chest, yet another wave safety washed over me- Having, for so long now been someone who depended on herself, I was unsure of what to do in this situation, so I simply stayed close to the figure, the heat of his body radiating on to my face, warming my once frozen nose to some degrees. Should this have been just another person in a bar, she would have long since broken some important bone in his body, and although I wanted to do the same to this person, it took her every inch of her strength not to- Something so right had emerged out of nowhere, yet at the same time, it was bittersweet, each of his movements, his words, gently caressing my very soul with burning pinches. Although I lay there for a few moments, I was tense- unsure of what to do next, having flung myself at him without really thinking. She didn’t feel bad about it, no- Or I felt annoyed at myself, but not blaming him for the action that I had taken.

And then- Another twinge of uncertainty as his arm descended down to my back, and then up towards my neck where it had been in the past, my mind still on edge. Unlike those who had tried to wrong me in the past, despite being drunk he held some kind of respect in what he did- His actions but sought to comfort as his hands wrapped around a few threads of my long, golden hair (From what I could feel, anyhow, as although I was brilliant, I wasn’t born with eyes in the back of my head) and then clasped gently. Should he have concentrated hard enough on the situation he would have noticed me making feeble attempts to break loose from the bind that he had now brought me in, but my better half restrained this, and I soon stopped any movement that I had been making my eyes partly closed as his heart beat close to my ear. ”…….”

It was strangely peaceful. Even I was.. awestruck by it, although my face didn’t show it.

His next words- As he stabilized the fact that he had referred to himself as Hiroko, one cause for being angry at him would soon become short lived, and I would finally give in that he was indeed Hiroko, whoever he was. Although underneath my question as to who he was lay another question- Why did he feel so familiar? Had she seen him before?There was a chance that he was been one of my brothers but no- His genetics were far too different from mine, and it didn’t feel the same. My mind slowly reeled through a number of figures that I had grown close to in the past- One or two reminded me loosely of the man, but it was hard to tell- It had been years since I had seen anyone from Kusa that I had been acquainted well with. ”It’s so cold-” My defences were down. I was ashamed of myself.

And then- A question as to who I was. Countless times had he asked me tonight of it, and I hadn’t given in and planned to tell him- Until now. With my guard up most of the time, it was down now, and I would begin to introduce myself with a bit more formality than I had shown in the past few minutes, despite the fact that he was now chuckling like a madman- Why was he doing this? I was unsure of why exactly, but at the same time I didn't want to ask for the reason behind it. ”My name is Blanche.” I would speak as my face continued to lay buried in his chest- With my emotions as free as the snow that fell upon us, I was at momentarily at peace. If I had died right now, I would have probably died happy, my soul elated for some strange, peculiar reason. I dismissed this once again however, as my eyes prevented me from crying- ”You’re a fucking wreck.” the message sent to my mind, I would squirm within my golden hair for but half a moment before relaxing once more, despite my tense limbs, which wouldn’t let themselves unwind.

But although my mind slowly relaxed, I couldn’t ignore the feeling of nausea that kept building up in my system from having drunk too much in such a small amount of time- But despite this, I felt safe- And from this feeling of safety, I felt anger welling up slowly. I couldn’t speak, really, I was just too deep in thought right now, my blonde hair mixing with his own brown as I continued to stare down at his chest- It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it was, in a way I just couldn't understand.

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[roko]

Closure 'twas the melody that soothed the furious, a tune gently sifting at the iron carapace worn sturdily on ones heart in hopes to craft an impeccable defense worn at all time. Only a simple struggle was made in attempt to break free of his laughable restraint, but it was short-lived as peace was cast upon the two once more-- blood was all that moved now. Momochi savored such a moment, his eyes shut tightly and the edge of his lip malleable as a smirk came to. It was warm, but more that just from a hug. For a second it seemed as if the biting frost vanished instantly and spring sprung to life vibrantly as colors mixed around all together. It was joy that he felt. True happiness. If he wasn't as gone as he was, his eyes would have welled with water from the overwhelming emotion that tickles him so lovingly. Companionship was irreplaceable. It brought him back, far back. He was this happen when she broke the news to him. He was this happy when he embraced her, kissing her atop the head when all was said and done.

Should he?

He buried his nose in her hair, but stopped the puckering of his lips. No. Not even an ounce of chivalry would come from kissing a drunken strange, even more so a girl who had been crippled at this point. He broke his own peace, just like that. When she spoke he was in awe. The answer she uttered so blandly caught the giant by surprise-- had he truly gotten to her? Had he withered her tempered defenses? Accomplishment brought a new desire to his being, to assist her in her plans. Yes. He would do such a drastic thing. She was a genuinely lovely individual, aesthetics than more so than fit the personality he could read, the person who he had concocted in his mind whilst they sat in the snow unprotected like two drunken idiots oblivious to the torturous weather that served as the bane to many who dared transverse such a foreign realm.

"..."

His world flipped on him. Never in his life had such a feeling of guilt punched him in the chest so violently and without warning. His heart pounded with remorse towards her, Blanche, and morose towards himself. Blanche. That was her name. B-L-A-N-C-H-E. Everything made sense. All these feelings weren't knew, but they were of an old flame rekindled, dancing about wildly as flares of emotions spout from the fountain of vigor-- love, one of them. His hand gently sifted through her hair once more, leaving the warm and soft confines of it. He'd gently grip her shoulders--thin and delicate, just as he remembered--and pushed her out slightly, taking one long look at her face: the delicate skin wrapped tautly on her countenance, eyes a mixture of blue with a tint of green swirling amongst them, never 'till the wheel of time itself came to a halt; he was a fool if he would mistake her identity any further.

"Rents a place for us. Separate beds." He said, slowly standing up, wobbling at first for he threw his body off balance like a lousy gymnast tittering on a balance beam. He'd extend a hand to help her off when he regained his balance. "Bad... if we stay out here much longer." His speech not quite as adequate as the medical master in his presence, but far better than before. A room was what he sough to pay for, and he would when he pushed open the wooden doors to let the cold air in and the sounds escape from the bustling tavern.

Was there atonement for his crime against her?

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It was true that over the next few minutes, silence enveloped the both of us as we would simply embrace, his head almost leaning against the top of my own head, as we were held quite close together by his large arms. Of course, I wasn’t sure of how to take it- One side of me saw it as a temporary sanctuary from this harsh world, another told me to run away as fast as I could, and the last suggested that I just take advantage of this situation and smash his face in when I had the chance, loot whatever money and items he had, and leave. But the first shone through brighter than the others at the moment thankfully enough for him- Even though inside, I hated myself for taking part in this.. fling, if you could call it that. I had never been one for becoming close to people when I was drunk- Sure enough my more human side seeped out, but she found me in my most vulnerable time, and used that to her advantage.

I had killed people in the past.
And now I was being tamed by a man I had met just a hour ago.
”You’re growing too soft for your own good. Shred his spine.”

Should I have been able to see his face whilst uttering her name, I would have seen the strange expression that now overcame him. But, ignorance is bliss, and I was still hiding in the confines of my golden hair, my head pressed against his chest as he would seem to silently face his demons. But- Alas, I was moved, as the bitter frost soon tinged my skin once more as a slight gap would be made between his warm body and my own, which had long been tainted with frost. ”You’re.. so strange..” I’d speak in regards to his ability to change my very persona. His eyes seemed to stare almost quizzically in to mine, as if searching for some hidden truth. I, not in the best of conditions was simply downright confused by this action, and simply looked in to his at the same time as his hand wrapped protectively around my shoulders- Whatever it was, the giant wasn’t what he seemed to be, I was sure about that.

Before he even got up, chakra would then flow to both of my hands, a familiar red glow covering them evenly as I’d then hold them near his chest for but a moment or so, the techniques surely warming him up quite well from the cold. I was well past the point of being able to feel temperature well, and I knew that I was cold- Yet my priority strangely enough was him. Once my work was done I’d remove my hands, the glow being removed with it, and would return them to my sides as he’d then rise, offering me a muscular hand. A few moments it would take for me to process this offer as I’d simply sit there blankly, but then- I would soon come to terms with it, and place my own hand (The size difference was.. striking) in his, pulling myself up. My body, uncontrollable, would sway for a moment or so as balance risked getting lost- But I’d quickly ground myself to the earth, and I was safe.

But his offer- To buy a room in the tavern was quite noble of him- Under the influence, I was able to see signs of kindness easier, and my own showed through prominently most of the time (As long as I was in a good mood) and, his emphasis on separate beds showed the fact that he did have some gentlemanly traits to him- And like a lost child, I would follow this gigantic figure through the snow, I almost tripping over a few times- Although, I assured myself that should I have done so, I would have done it with supreme elegance. ”Hey..” I’d pause, wanting to get something out of my system- Tonight, he hadn’t seen me- Or he had, but not the me that many people tended to see. When the sun rose tomorrow I’d be different- Colder, sarcastic and filled with my average personality in general- If you could call it average. ”I’m sorry- About.. About tonight right? And tomorrow- I won’t be the same. Not to you- or anyone.” I’d say, a definite slurr to my tone, and yet, I struggled to keep myself sounding as sober as I could.

I was so wrapped up in what had just happened to him and I and everything, my emotions running wild on me and letting me down as my guards crumbled to earth, I knew they would be back up tomorrow- Surely I wouldn’t even remember most of what happened this night. But- My questions would soon cease as I’d feel heat suddenly throwing itself on me in he form of a tavern, lights shining quite dimly for the time of night but after being out in the snow for at least an hour, I could feel any heat better than anyone. Both of my hands now clutched to the sides of my hips where they were usually situated, I would watch as Hiroko would surely sort arrangements out. The same feeling of nausea hit me again, and I knew for sure; I would be making a bathroom stop on the way up. However; I could tell easily that he was an avid drinker- He almost seemed content with being drunk. I enjoyed it, but I gripped on to any signs of soberness that I could and today, I had crossed the line.

”..I’m.. I’m going to find a restroom- I’ll be back in a few minutes-”

As I hurried off in to the shadows of the tavern in search of one, I’d leave him to his own thoughts.

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Kanetsu no Gyou (Heat Seeker)
Rank: D
Type: Supplementary / Medical Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Special: Raises the body temperature of the patient. Overuse can cause heavy fever. This heat is retained for one turn plus one more each time retrained after the user removes his or her hands. However, keep in mind temperature only increases while the user maintains contact with the patient.
Description: With chakra in the medical user's hands, the shinobi then touches the target of the technique with red glowing hands. The red chakra enters into the patient's body and begins to gradually increase the patient's body temperature 5 degrees Fahrenheit.
Domain: Medical

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[roko]

The most ambient of reds shone brightly from her thin hands, extremities themselves that boasted the will of God, the skill of an aged Virtuous-- what shined the strongest during these moments of his perpetual darkness were the feelings of genuine hospitality, sympathy, concern for him as her dainty hands chose to be pressed firmly against his own frozen thorax to give onto him whatever heat her chill-ridden body could possibly help craft with biting air sitting about them than her very own. The simplistic thought of the events which would occur tonight wove a spell of sadness on him, ethereally detaining joy or even "thanks" from escaping his mouth as his body's temperature rose to numbers that brought comfort back into his system, he felt as sad and alone as he'd ever been-- he stripped himself of his own happiness, but for the right cause.

Guilt. Guilt 'twas the emotion which suffocated the persona of an individual, forcing them to come clean to whatever thought or feeling gnawed away at their conscious, and if they hadn't they would been eaten alive by the inhuman emotion weighting every single breath. There was only one other moment in his life where he felt as if he was being suffocated, as if hands larger than his own laced around his neck stalwartly, their grip nearly unbreakable-- the oath they swore to each other in years yonder past was tempered of raw love and commitment bred to last centuries, crafted to be an unbreakable carapace which protected their holy union from the withering effects of the outside world. What had happened? Why did he shame this dame so? He felt guilty. Crying didn't solve his problem then, it wouldn't now.

What had he gotten the two of them into?

For the remainder of their walk not a single word would escape his sealed lips once he payed the surprisingly cheap rent. His foot steps covered his shallow breathing, his frame erect and stiff as they walked down the hallway. More than just chocolate tresses sat on his shoulders tonight. This had been what he fell in love with, what emotions he had as they'd lay countless nights in bed simply dreaming and speaking. These feelings beat on his mind like a night-stick, pounding his previous tranquility to a bloody pulp. Now, though, she was far more than the idol of his never ending happiness. She was the greatest weapon against him, subconsciously plunging into his mind and resurfacing a myriad of thoughts and events as if they were just lunchboxes dug beneath the earth. There was no sanctuary to be found here.

"'vurthin's a lil weird." He spoke, a half-dead chuckle naturally escaping from his form. The next words that escaped from her mouth flowed ethereally, loud and clear as he'd take a moment to interpret them. It was understandable, he wouldn't question it. He himself would be quite be different when the moon finally descended from his pedestal, granting admittance to the Sun. He would leave. He would remind himself that this was for the better, and that Blanche wouldn't probably remember him in the morning; simply choosing to believe that he was an intoxicated figment of her imagination crafted to compose some kind of twisted emotion to her. That sounded right. It painted him to think like this, but he was going to do something right for her. "Neither will Is" He'd give his last laughter of the night, thick and full of life as he'd summon the happiness he had felt tonight in order to feed the hearty laughter.

"Yea. Ill get porridge for the two of us." He lied. As soon as the door closed he opened their own and quietly rushed down the hallway and stairs. His own fear carried him like a cloud, gliding across the old wooden boards as if they polished ice and he were a dancer on metal blades. He felt awful, but at the same time OK with what he had done. He'd push open the doors and hastily make an unnoticed exit. To everyone else he was just some stranger leaving after his drink, content with what the ale had done for him. Yes, he was content, but he was also saddened. Each step in the snow felt like a thousand as his eyes fell soberly on the path of marred earth they sat before for so long. A smile slowly formed on his lips as feelings of warmth and hospitality radiated with in his chest. He wished, yet he didn't, to never see her lovely face again. To never lock gazes with her sad eyes. Never to smell her golden hair, to hold it against him for a familiar warmth. Blanche was both everything to him, yet nothing at all at the same time.

So fucking guilty that he could almost cry.

[Exit!]

[Apple]

Whilst in the meantime I had found somewhere that I could finally heave safely, I woud be gone for at least five minutes or so- Being a medic I was very conscious of my health, and one thing I despised was getting ill, throwing up especially. In past years I had managed to make myself almost immune to such illnesses through using my learned techniques on myself, but the effects of being drunk and having consumed too much alcohol still lingered on my mortal form, bringing me down to level with everyone else on this pitiful earth. Once I had finished, my face partially drained of colour, I would simply stay in the room for a few more moments to assure myself that I had finished, using a nearby towel to clean up my face and help bring my discoloured skin back to its normal shade. After this had ended with me looking perhaps not as fresh as ever due to the fact that I still looked like a drunkard, but I looked decent. I’d exit, unlocking the bolt that I had placed on the door, and walk along the hallway, making brief crosses of words with the owner as I’d learn of the room Hiroko had asked for;

And yet, as I paced along the hallway, using my arms to support myself across the wooden floors, my hands placing themselves against the wall and the various things on it- Candle-holders and the like, I’d soon make it to my room, opening the door with the small key I had been given. As I opened the door, I could tell that he hadn’t been here yet, he was probably still downstairs, which was understandable. Entering the room I’d take in the smell of fresh bed-linen, signifying that the place was quite clean for a tavern- I had slept in ones that had cockroach littered floors in the past, and as I matured, not much changed- As long as I would have a good sleep, I would sleep in a cage with a bijuu. ”…..” as I stumbled across the floorboards, my balance would soon give way as I’d trip across thin air, my frame tipping swiftly as my hands grabbed on to one of the nearest beds, but- I had already collided with the floor with a thump, my blonde hair billowing down. It must have looked beautiful but strange at the same time, as being a woman such as myself, I wasn’t used to such.. inelegant actions.

Raising, I’d then make my way on to one of the beds, not bothering to remove my clothing. I would raise the sheets and then nestle within the cardboard-like covers. I would have questioned where he had gotten to and gone downstairs myself to check but I both trusted that he was alright and that he’d arrive back in an hour or so, and I was too sleepy, my ability to consume alcohol being quite great but this time it had gotten the better of me, and I was now close to blacking out- Or from the symptoms I was having, I felt as if it was so. Closing my blue eyes I’d then try to rest somewhat as my mind attempted to process all of the difficult information I had come across today- Hiroko, the strange familiarity I had linked to him and then the way that he seemed.. distant after I had given him my name.

I was beautiful, that was for sure, and I hoped my name was spread all across the world, but I had never received that response before in my life.

My very emotions had twisted around him as I lost all contact with myself, unable to breathe at points beneath the obscurity of his being- I questioned myself, my thoughts, my foundations- I couldn’t remember him- Not now at least. His form was familiar by some degree, and yet I couldn’t process his physical appearance in my mind without coming to a dead-end. This surely disturbed me, knowing that someone like that was out there, and for a few moments I would but wonder if a genjutsu had been cast upon me when I was at my most vulnerable- I had no clue whatsoever. But with a place to sleep now and a long journey ahead of me tomorrow, I couldn’t help but slowly drift off to sleep, as my mind enveloped itself in sweet serenity- But not for long. Nightmares of days long past gone plagued my mind and turned fields to blood-covered valleys.

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And I would awake suddenly, my form sitting up as if alarmed. My right hand raising and pressing my forehead, I’d encounter beads of sweat- I felt- ”..Eugh..” I felt awful. Physically and mentally. Raising, my head would turn towards the bed on the other side of the room- empty. The sheets in pristine condition, they hadn’t even been turned- I could briefly remember a figure last night whom I had talked to, and all I could remember was shouting at him and then something strange coming over me, but I ignored the latter, figuring it was some kind of dream- I didn’t bend my emotions like that, I wasn’t some kind of wussy fucking princess. Getting out of bed I would feel quite delicate in the way that last night’s vomiting session seemed to relapse upon me. I’d make my leave soon from the place with the minor disappointment that whatever son of a bitch had left me without saying anything, but I needed to go quickly- Unless I was to foil my plans! My mind hadn't comprehended the long journey ahead regarding the male- I didn't want to see him, frankly.

EXIT!

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[Iizuka]

+ 120 Apple
+ 110 Roko