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Post by SORAbear on Feb 13, 2010 16:41:36 GMT -5
The sunlight was quickly fading, sinking past the horizon. Dark storm clouds spread across the sky, lit up by the orange rays. Sunset followed by a storm.
"Huff... huff... huff." Yuki lung herself backwards through the lush green trees, dodging each black kunai, leaping from branch to branch. 'Dammit.' Kunai and shuriken whizzed by, occasionally nicking her nearly bare arms and legs. Coming to an abrupt stop, catching her breath she gripped a tree trunk tightly with one hand. Untill a kunai with an exploding tag tied to the loop wedged itself beside her hand. She gasped, bolting thirty feet below with superhuman speed. Landing in the thick undergrowth, the explosion sent chunks of bark and sticks in every direction, giving Yuki a few horrible gashes. She winced from the stinging pain. 'Dammit, Kiba! At this rate I'll lose.'
"Ngh... Teme!" she growled, jerking a stick from her thigh. Burrowing deeper into the bushes, she crouched, making a few handsigns. 'Kusanagi Style: Falcon Reach!' An image of her surroundings soon appeared in her mind; tall, leafy green trees completely covered the entire area, parting once or twice to form plantless clearings. Then a flash of grey just ten meters away, and the snap of a twig. 'Heh. Screw that last thought. I'm gonna win.' She tracked the boy in grey, reaching out to grab him in her mind. Falcon talons ripped through the trees, knocking some down with loud snap-cracks and crashes.
"Agh!" sounded a voice. Wihout hesitation, Yuki leapt up above the trees, performing a handsign. 'Subtitution Jutsu.' Weapons appeared in her hands as she began to spin like a drill, throwing them everywhichway. As she tossed the last one, a purple kunai, the grey clad boy appeared, delivering fierce blows. The substitue disappeared as if on cue, allowing for Yuki to transform and leap back up from the branh she was recently lodged into. Twisting gracefully, she brought her leg down fiercly on the boy's head, throwing in some harsh punches. With a side-kick, the boy flew through branches and skid across a clearing, scabbed-over gashes reopening.
Yuki flickered, reappearing in a crouching position right next to her opponent, a look of disapproval etched onto her face. Stepping over him, she dropped down, sitting on his stomach and pinning him down with a kunai at his neck. A sly grin spread across her face. But he kicked her off, sending her six feet up. He bolted to his feet, watching in awe as the confused, purple-headed girl seemed to jump in mid-air, reaching new heights. With a graceful twist of her body, she landed delicately a few yards away. But she was different: hair tangled, messy, and wild, fingers like claws, teeth like fangs, contacts bleeding from her eyes and returning them to their natural ice blue and lime green colors. She looked feral. She looked like Naruto when the nine-tails leaked out.
'The fuck is happening?! This isn't me! Agh! Kiba! Help me! Help me stop this now!' She wasn't even in control of her body. She raced foreward, tackling Kiba and pinning him down again. Feet squeezing him to keep him immobilized, a snarl firmly planted on her face, she pulled an arm back in preperation for a harsh and violent gash to Kiba's face. But this clever boy managed to wriggle out of her grasp, sliding away.
"Huff. Huff. Huff. Damn..." he muttered, reaching into his pouch and pulling out a smoke bomb. Tensing, he rushed towards the growling girl, letting go of the bomb in his hand. Smoke spun around her, killing her five senses almost instantly.
'Thanks, Kiba.' A swift kick to her temple and she collapsed into the dirt, huffing and grunting. When Kiba made another effort to hit her, trying to make sure that she was out of the feral state, Yuki's hand shot up and tightly gripped his leg. Pulling him harshly under her, crashing into the dirt, she straddled him, gashes on her arms and legs gushing blood. She held his arms together with one hand, scrutinizing his face. 'Why are you so cute? With your red-violet clan markings and your feisty eyes... I can only love you more,' she thought abstractly.
Kiba glared up at her softening face, lips curled back in a snarl, teeth showing brightly in the darkness. "You're mad at me..., aren't you?" Yuki asked quietly, a pained crack in her voice. She rolled off of him, laying beside him with her arms at her sides, chest heaving, throat burning. Staring blindly at the sky, too full of mixed and clashing emotions, she saw a stream of jagged lightening, and a boom of thunder ripped across the atmosphere.
An incredibally long silence stretched between the huffing teens. It took around five minutes for Kiba to hiss out his answer. "Obviously."
"But... why?" Yuki's voice was tired and broken, making Kiba flinch slightly.
"Because you beat me. Again," he snarled. 'I can't let up on my mood. I can't show her that I'm weak.' They remained side by side, lying there as rain starting to trickle softly.
'So he's mad at me. But to what extent? How angry with me is he? I don't wanna stick around. I'm getting wet and he's mad at me. The last thing I wanna do is piss him off more.'
She exhaled deeply. "Do you hate me?" Crossing her arms over her nicely developed chest, she winced from the pain in her body.
'How in the hell is she gonna aske me that?! Agh! Dammit. Is that what I did to her? Is my mood what caused her to ask that? I'm only mad because this is nineteenth time she's kicked my ass. In a row..... How could I hate her? I fucking love her. With her beautiful eyes, beautiful face, ass-kicking skills, body... intelligence, strength. Ugh. But my dumbass had to be an asshole... Damn...' He sighed, expelling most of his anger. "No."
Another whip of lightening and thunder. Yuki struggled to get up to her feet, wobbling violently. As soon as she was at her feet, a loud crash sounded a few meters away. Kiba was instantly in front of her, kunai in hand, a fierce glint in his eye. And then an older teen emerged. And this guy looked a lot like Kakashi, just younger.
Yuki pushed Kiba out of her way, hands balled into tight fists, a snarl planted on her face. "Who the fuck are you?!"
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Post by opasars on Feb 22, 2010 16:04:57 GMT -5
Question...is that Vell? >_< Am I supposed to put up the next part?
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Post by SORAbear on Feb 22, 2010 19:46:19 GMT -5
Well... Generally, yeah.
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Post by opasars on Feb 23, 2010 8:25:53 GMT -5
Okay...XP
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Post by SORAbear on Feb 23, 2010 17:59:52 GMT -5
Hehe. Okay. Just let me know when it's up.
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Post by opasars on Feb 24, 2010 8:22:43 GMT -5
Vell walked rather casually through the foliage only to stop when he saw two people standing in the clearing, both giving him a fierce look. His ears twitched from under his hair and he glared at them.
"Can I...help you?" he asked sarcastically.
"GOTTCHA!!" Something flew out of the bushes behind Vell suddenly to attack him. As if he'd just had a stuffed animal thrown at him, he merely grabbed the advancing arm behind him and flipped the person so they landed with an 'OOF!' on their stomach. He placed his foot on their blond head, looking superior.
"Not really...."
Kugomi scrunched up her face in frustration, squirming. "No fair! You were distracted and everything...!"
Vell removed his shoe so she could sit up and rub her head, a tear forming at the corner of her glowering eye. "Next time you sneak up on someone, it'd be wise to remember that shouting 'gottcha' is a great way to snap people back to alertness."
She frowned until she noticed the other two in the training field. She scowled at one of them. "Kiba...." Then she blinked at the girl. "Who's that lady?"
"She's your age so don't call her 'lady', brat," Vell muttered.
Kugomi whipped her head around to give him an annoyed look. "Guess I should've realized when you didn't start going all ga-ga over her like every other chick, you lecherous neko!"
Vell's eyebrow twitched and he grabbed a hold of her earrings, making her squeal. "Listen you little snot-nosed twerp, haven't I told you not to call me that? If you want me to help you with your jutsus you'll have to be nicer. Comprende?"
"ACK! Lemme go!" she yelped, trying to pry his hand off her ear. She looked at Kiba and Yuki still standing by. "Sorry if Vell-kun-baka's being senile. He's just a grumpy old man."
"I'm sixteen you moron!"
"And I don't care! You're still old!"
Another peal of thunder occured and Kugomi gasped, curling up on the ground, trembling.
Vell released her. "Animalistic litte...." He turned to Yuki and Kiba. "I don't think you two will want to train in the rain. Leave. We've got training to do."
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Post by Amayes Temporary on Mar 1, 2010 22:48:03 GMT -5
--I kinda made them more mellow than they actually are...ehehe...--
Yuki's growl echoed through the small clearing after the new-comer's words. "What right do you have to kick us out OUR training area?!" Her eyes slitted and her sense of smell sharpened. She adjusted to the overpowering demon-scent, nose crinkling in disgust. And then it hit her. Same silver hair, damn near same face covering. This was Vell. Hatake Vell.
Kiba hissed, baring his fangs like a rabid dog, ready to attack. Whoever this guy was, he didn't care. The fact is, Yuki was angry and somewhat scared. That was more than enough reason to attack. And Kugomi... He recognized her. Her scent was familiar but he didn't remember. Couldn't. Wouldn't. "State your actual purpose," he rumbled, snarling.
His training partner shifted her stance uncomfortably, hands still gripping kunai, arms held out in front of her defensively. But the look on her face was fake. It wasn't anger. It was confusion and fear. "The boy is Hatake Vell," she muttered, memories flooding her brain.
*~*~*~*~* "Do we have any other family besides you and me?" "Um... Well, I have a brother." "Name?" "He goes by Vell." "REAL name?" "..." "No secrets, dammit!" "I have no obligation to tell you." "Fag..." "*chuckle*" "*scowl* Whats he look like?" "A little bit like me." "Oh. So he's ugly too?" "Thats not very nice..." "Point?" *~*~*~*~*~*
Thunder cracked, breaking her away from the stupid memory. It only made matters worse for her. "I don't give a damn about the weather. I train till I drop." Her hiss was a confirmation of her fears.
"Yuki-chan..." Kiba muttered into her ear, his tone asking why she was so scared. He could smell her fright; he could smell the upset; he could smell her intensity. And he didn't like it. At least, not in a situation like this.
(what a creeper...)
He stepped forward, only to feel his partner shove him back. She was trying to hide it. "Stay back." Glancing at the girl, she nodded slightly; the simple action being an apology of sorts. "I apologize... Kiba, whatever you did to make her look at you like that is gonna end up working against you." But...she was horrible at hiding. Kiba flinched.
As he nodded, he frowned, thinking about what was said earlier. But a certain scent tore him away from his ravenous self-questioning. 'What is-- Oh, fuck!' Without thinking, he pushed Yuki down and away, leaping out of the way of a cloaked girl drenched in the smell of explosives and dead hospitals.
"Oops! Sorry, kid!" the stranger giggled, standing up straight as a blond boy and a redheaded boy caught up. They all wore the same attire: a black cloak with red clouds. 'The Akatsuki!' Kiba concluded.
The girl, sporting a long ponytail, smiled her apology, a soft and childish grin hidden in her red eyes. She turned to her two followers. "Why are we going through Konoha? We always run into things, DeiDei!"
"Its faster. And we need to get to that boy in the Rain, Rukia," the blond replied, sighing at her simplicity. He glanced at the redheaded male and grinned maliciosly. "Right, Sasori?" All the while, their voices were calm and aloof.
"Yes," the other replied blandly, taking a step towards Rukia. "We should get going. I don't like running into things any more than you do, Rukia." Rukia sighed. Kiba and Yuki were still huddled defensively together, nose crinkling at the other girl's strange and unbearable scent. "Fine, Sasori. But can I continue to lead?" Her voice was lyrical and sweet. Weird for an enemy.
"Yes, Roo. Now go. We've let out more information than we shouldve," Sasori commented quietly, frowning at his female partner's question. He shoved her forward, lightly, insisting her to get going. "I don't like waiting."
"Yeah, yeah, Sasori. We all know the only person you can even try to tolerate waiting for is RooRoo over here," Deidara said, his voice a bit cocky and sarcastic. Uttering a relaxed sigh, he glanced at Yuki. "You look like our cousin," he said stupidly, nudging Rukia, pointing at Yuki.
Yuki shrank against Kiba, confused and scared still. 'Their scent... Is that why I was scared?' She gasped softly, too disturbed to stay anything.
"Tell her we said 'Hi!'" Rukia exclaimed happily, ignoring a frustrated Sasori. The redheaded girl turned and removed her cloak, tying it around her waist. She revealed a bandaged upper arm and neck. Underneath the fabric she just pulled off, she was wearing a sleeveless corset-like black top, tied together by thick black strings; a black kimono sleeve with thin white designs connected to her top, hanging off her left shoulder; a white metal chunk of armor hung off her other shoulder; she wore black brief-like things for pants, a white belt connected to a skirt-like black cloth hanging behind; a metal whip was latched onto the belt, the bladed edge kept off her skin; and, of course, the signature Akatsuki shoes. A black bag probably filled with medical equipment and scrolls was slung over her shoulder. And her headband, hanging around her neck, was scratched out. She gripped the thick strap lightly. "Oh! And what's your name, miss?"
Yuki shook her head slightly. "Kusanagi Yuki." 'Why'd I give out my name like an idiot?!' The strange Akatsuki chick could come back and kill her. A tattoo caught her eye. It was an ANBU mark! 'Why would she have an ANBU tattoo if she was in the Akatsuki? But then again her Konoha headband has a line through it. That means she's a missing nin. She used to be an ANBU. Then she joined the Akatsuki. Okay, I get it now. But I'm not too sure on why.'
"Nice to--"
"Let's go, Rukia." The voice was overpowering.
"Yes, Sasori." Rukia threw Deidara a pleading glance before leaping out of the clearing. Sasori stared coolly over his shoulder at Kugomi, Vell, Kiba, and Yuki, most likely debating whether or not to keep tabs.
"Her name trigered a memori, Deidara," he said, following the other redhead.
"I bet it did. Old girlfriend?" the blond said, grinning mischeivously. He leapt after his partners, baring his teeth in his grin at the cowering purple-haired girl.
Kiba sat up, taking in a long breath. "The fuck was that?" he whispered to no one in particular. "That redhead chick was kinda hot..." And he recieved a harsh slap. His red clan mark hidden by the red hand print, he sighed, rubbing his cheek softly.
Yuki was fuming. "What, did you forget that I was here?! Ugh! Men! You're all the same!" she growled, pushing herself to her feet. Brushing off the dirt, she turned to Kugomi. "Arent they?" she questioned, forgetting their intrusion.
"That hurt..." Kiba mumbled, shrugging off his more serious injuries.
"It shouldve," Yuki hissed, crossing her arms while she thought about the three Akatsuki members. What are they after? Or rather, WHO are they after? What were they talking about? And those were Amaye's cousins? Who was that redhead chick? 'I thought that there were no girls allowed in the Akatsuki. I should do some research. Better yet, I'll follow them. I need to brush up on my tracking skills and spying abilities anyway.'
"I'm going to follow them. Kiba, stay here." And with that, she flickered. Leaping from tree limb to tree limb, she scanned for their abnormal scents. She caught one and traced it forward.
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Meanwhile....
"Ay! Rukia! Slow down!" Deidara howled from behind. He was in the back of the group by at least sixty feet. As his cousin and partner raced ahead, he huffed at their insulting speed.
And she stopped abruptly, gripping a tree trunk. Tapping her foot as she waited, she turned to face Sasori. "What a slowpoke, ne?" She giggled softly when her redheaded teammate shrugged.
"Just go. I don't want to wait."
Thunder ripped across the atmosphere once again. "Then why don't you go ahead?" she asked, making eye contact.
"Because I don't trust him around you," he replied blankly, amber-brown eyes betraying his tone.
Rukia chuckled. "Whatever, Sasori. Just go ahead. We'll catch up in no time." She nudged his arm with her own, insisting that he go. Shutting her eyes, a cool drop of rain trickling down her cheek and down the bandaged wound on her neck, she winced at the cold wetness seeping through the gauz pad. The branch she stood on bounced slightly, indicating that either someone left or someone came.
"Let's get a move on," Sasori said quietly in her ear. "Deidara finally got here." Rukia opened her eyes and blinked, the distance between herself and the puppet master was strangely close, making her jump slightly.
With a nod, she flit from tree to tree again, rain soaking her bizarre clothing and hair. The red locks clung to her exposed shoulders and partially covered back.
The silence between the trio stretched on. She didn't like. Rukia was the cheery and talkitive type. Silence was a disturbing an off-putting thing for her. However, sometimes it was exceptable depending on the situation. Such as an assassination job or spying. But other than that, she couldn't stand the quiet and she wouldn't let herself tolerate it. "Somebody say something. This long and awkward silence is freaking me out," she said, shivering from the rain.
"But what should we talk about?" Deidara asked, a little disgruntled from his cousin's weak question. 'It's better to cater to her wishes than not. She gets pretty crabby if she doesn't get what she really wants.'
Another silent moment. "I like art." Rukia's voice was soft and thoughtful, as if she was distanced from her two artistic partners.
"Really? What kind?" Sasori chirped, picking up on the newly begun conversation. He wasn't smiling, he barely showed any interest, but his eyes contradicted that. 'Maybe he really is somewhat interested. Rukia is the only one to get him talking, usually anyway.'
"The kind that lasts. I like paintings and carvings. Like Van Gogh or whoever carved The Thinker." She chuckled softly, one of her delicate hands combing her bangs behind her ear. Lightening tore and branched through the sky, a breif white flash shining down on her petite figure.
"I like the kind--"
"I do, too, Rukia." Sasori deliberately cut him off. There was a smile etched into his voice, though, he showed little to no emotion. "But I like puppets and dolls."
'I think you know that your voice is the voice she wants to hear,' Deidara thought bitterly, trailing after his cousin.
"Mhm. What about nature? Trees last a considerable amount of time. And rock takes a while to form into mesas and plateaus and mountains. Nature is my faveorite kind of art," Rukia replied with a short and soft giggle.
"Explosions are better..." the blond in the group chided quietly, irritated by the conversation.
"Why's that, DeiDei?" came her sweet question, utterly lost and confused as to why he prefers destruction to the more beautiful and tranquil arts.
"They're... exciting," he replied, forehead creasing at her too-kind tone.
"More like arousing," Sasori said, amused by the only real conversation they've had since leaving the Akatsuki hide out. 'Funny how she brought up art considering the fact me and Deidara strongly disagree on our preferred art styles,' he thought. 'It doesn't matter. So long as she's happy...'
Rukia smiled, biting her lip to hold back a laugh. She rolled her eyes, thouroughly amused as well. 'So the perve finally comes out to play...' Continueing to leap ahead, a figure entered her line of sight. "We got company, both in front and back," she commented above the pitter patter of raindrops.
"Do you want us to take care of it? We can't risk our faveorite medic getting injured again, now can we?" Deidara asked, concerned about his beautiful cousin's appearance.
She shook her head. "Just go past them. I really don't want to get distracted by Konoha's rediculous excuses for ninja." Pushing on, the distance between them and the other shinobi was growing shorter. Flickering, she appeared a hundred meters beyond the newer enemy. Standing on a branch, this stranger was clothed in ANBU garb, calculating a move. "On second thought, take him out!" Rukia yelled back, still advancing forward.
"Who gets to do the job?!" Deidara shouted, far behind. "Me or Sasori?"
"Figure it out! It doesn't matter who does it so long as it's done." The leafy green surroundings sped by as she continued forward, the presence of a certain redhead accompanying her. 'I guess they figured it out then.' Then an eerie silence. It was empty and creepy. "Dammit, Dei! Cut the crap and blow the guy up already!" she howled, completely disturbed by the pre-explosion quiet.
"Alright, alright! Damn!" And an ear splitting explosive screech echoed through the training grounds, followed by a rush of air. Rukia and Sasori ducked behind a tree, not even making the effort to turn around to see the firy explosion, dodging the heated blast.
They chuckled nervously, amused by their eager dash. Rukia was pressed against the tree as her partner blocked the hot air from reaching her, his arms practically digging into the bark. But they continued to laugh, peeling away from each other.
"And you guys are laughing why?" her cousin asked blandly, appearing beside the hysterical members of his team.
No answer. Just continuous giggling and manly chuckling. Rukia gripped her sides as they convulsed, reaching for an object of some kind to hold on to, trying desperately to keep herself from falling over. But, after five minutes or so, the laughing pair quieted.
'Why'd you stop laughing? It was so musical and flamboyant...' Sasori straightened, brushing dirt and leaves off his black cloak, watching Rukia do the same. She untied her cloak and slipped her arms through, zipping it up. "Cold?" he asked.
"Only just," the redheaded girl replied, readying herself to restart her turn to lead and head off to the villages at sea. "Alright. Shall we?"
"Lady's first," Sasori said, dipping his equally red head respectively, motioning for his female partner to move on.
"Age before beauty," Deidara piped in, folding his arms with irritation.
"I sense a feud," Rukia chided, resisting the urge to laugh. Shaking her head slightly, she started forward, going slowly and patiently. Lifting her arm, she waved at the two quarreling boys, motioning for them to follow. "Come along, guys. We got work to do."
"True enough," Sasori mused, taking a step toward her before deciding to follow her lead. He broke out into a full-fledged walk, padding up beside the only female member of the Akatsuki ever. Deidara stepped up, walking on her other side. "Art?" Sasori suggested, breath tickling Rukia's ear, trailing down her injured neck.
"Something in the atmosphere screams sexual tension," she mumbled, amused. "Art? Sure." Watching her partners' baffled and equally amused expressions, she felt a flutter in her gut. Upon looking down at it, she sighed. 'Am I nervous or am I hungry or am I something else entirely?' she pondered.
"Do you like to draw?" Sasori's silky voice questioned, ignoring her weird, off-handed comment. He prodded her arm, requestingvan answer.
"Every now and then, when my creativity sparks. Which only happens two or three times a month. But that's usually because I'm destracted." Rukia's stomach grumbled loudly, drawing everyone's attention to her abdomen. Her eyes widened out of embarrasment.
Deidara smirked at her hunger, letting his partners talk. Sasori let out a soft noise resembling a small manly giggle.
"Distracted by what, RooRoo?" he prod, ignoring her hunger to the best of his ability. The trio pulled up their hoods, avoiding the falling wetness.
"Um... Well... I get destracted by your puppeteering lessons and by Dei's explosive lessons and by my medical practice. There's a lot on my plate," she replied, covering her stomach, also trying to ignore her hunger.
"I see. How is your puppet project coming along, anyway?" Deidara asked, not even in the least bit interested.
"Very well actually. I just gotta work on the control and then I can bring her out to play," Rukia said, grinning as a strike of lightening lit up the sky again. "I'm actually kind of excited. I'll finally be able to show you guys what she can do."
"Who'd you make her out of?" Sasori asked, showing little interest.
"A Kusanagi."
"Which one?" the blond on the team said, now engaged on the strange conversation.
"Midori," she responded, the hunger ebbing. A soft chuckle escaped the confines of her chest. At heart, Rukia was not a cruel person at all. She was naturally sweet and thoughtful, almost never thinking about herself, almost always thinking about her group, putting them first. But, with a lot of persuasion, her team got her to think and decide for herself. They got her to make her own weapons and puppets and poisons. They taught her defend herself and only herself. But old habits die hard. She still protects her teammates. She still fights for them. She's still extremely nice to them.
(good for her, ne?)
"Ah. So you chose her? Out of all the Kusanagi clan members I've captured? I have to admit, good choice." Sasori trudged on beside her, impressed by her decision. Kusanagi Midori was second-best in her clan, beaten by Kusanagi Hiroko. But only barely. With some fine tuning and a large weapon and poison arsenal plus the massive amounts of chakra and abilities stored in the human puppet, Rukia was able to improve Midori. She added in some medical stuff as a quick save.
(if I didn't do that then it wouldn't make much sense, now would it?)
"Thanks," Rukia chirped, a giggle ending her sweet sentence.
Deidara, however, was thoughroughly irritated with the conversation now. "Why don't you sing a song for us?" he suggested, changing the subject.
"What song?" she asked, happy at the off-handed suggestion.
"How 'bout Simple and Clean?" Sasori said, making a random request.
"By Utada Hikaru? Sure!" That was Rukia's faveorite song. And, of course, she was happy to sing it for her team. The two boys nodded, waiting for her to start. She sucked in a short breath and let the first lines slip through. "When you walk away you don't hear me say, 'Please, oh baby! Don't go. Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight, it's hard to let go.'" Her voice was lyrical, sweet, soft, musical. There were so many words to describe her voice, but none of them could do it justice.
"Go on," the two boys whispered in sync, enthralled by her alluring voice.
She smiled with pleasure, feeling accepted and adored. "You're giving me too many things, lately you're all I need. You smiled at me and said, don't get me wrong I love you but does that mean I have to meet your father? When we are older you'll understand what I meant when I said 'No, I don't think life is quite that simple.' When you walk away you don't hear me say 'Please! Oh baby, don't go. Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight. It's hard to let it go.'" She paused, glancing at her cousin and Sasori, quirking an eyebrow.
"You sound as good, if not better, as Utada Hikaru," Deidara said proudly, smirking.
"Thank you!" she howled happily, hugging her cousin gratefully.
The blond eagerly wrapped his arms around her, now smiling smugly. He nodded to Rukia, pulling away and adjusting his cloak. "Mhm. Now if--"
"We're being followed," Sasori hissed, turning to face the redhead girl of the team and the blond. He grabbed Rukia by the arm and pulled her behind him, aware of her odd stumble. Bushes and ferns shook, indicating that someone had just got there. Deidara huffed boredly and stepped toward a particular shrub, dipping his hand in and extracting a purple-haired girl in white.
"It's that girl from before." He tossed her into the ground at Sasori's feet. Yuki hissed, pushing herself up to a guarded crouch. 'Damn...' Glaring up at the older boy in front of her, her forehead creased, she prepared herself for a fight.
"Then leave her. As Rukia said, we have work to do." The red haired male loosened his grip on the red haired female, turning and practically dragging her away. The blond shrugged and followed suit.
Yuki was infuriated by this. Standing up, she clenched her fists multiple times. Was she lucky that they didn't do anything? Or was it the opposite? 'They caught me, didn't do anything, and left. Dammit. My skills aren't what they used to be.' She waited, listening for movements in the undergrowth. Soon enough, the three she left behind appeared.
Kiba rushed up to her, a questioning look in his coffee brown eyes. "Gind anything out?" he asked.
"Obviously not."
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Post by opasars on Mar 2, 2010 18:44:12 GMT -5
I think that might BE the longest post ever. ^_^''' ------------------------ "Again." "RrrrrrAUGH!!" Crack! "Again." "HyAAH!" Scrack!! "Again." An exhausted, soaking wet Kugomi finally shook her scalded fist at Vell, leaning against a tree in the shelter against the rain. "I ALREADY TOLD YOU DAMMIT, I CAN'T USE FIRE ELEMENT IN THE MIDDLE OF A FREAKING STORM!!" Vell twitched his ear in irritation. "That's why we're here, genius. I'm conditioning you to comply the strongest weapon in your arsenal - namely, that pretty silver fire of yours - and make it so you can use it literally rain, sleet, or snow. This sort of training is perfect for it." He relaxed against the trunk, visibly getting comfortable. "Again." "Yeah, I'll do it...might not be at a tree either," she muttered in disdain. Before she could summon the Heavenly Fire to her hands again Yuki came back, looking defeated somehow. "Hey, she's back." "Who?" "The girl who went after the Akataku." "Akatsuki?" "Whatever." "My thoughts exactly." The blond girl gave him a look. "Aren't you a little worried about what happened? I mean, if they're as bad as you said they were...." Vell opened his one eye to glare at her. "Why would I give a flying fuck about that girl? We don't know her. Not our problem." He promptly closed his eye again to signal the end of conversation. "A. Gain." She huffed and turned her back on him, running up to the purple haired girl along with Kiba. "You okay, there?"
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Post by Amayes Temporary on Mar 2, 2010 19:03:57 GMT -5
Yuki shrugged, trying as hard as possible to ignore the defeat creeping over her. "I could be better. Anyway..." She turned to face Kugomi and Kiba, still trying. "Your name is?" Quirking an eyebrow expectantly, she sighed. "Im Yuki. Nice ta meetcha."
"Sorty you couldn't find anything out, Yu-Yu," Kiba said, slipping off his jacket and offering it to his purple-haired training partner. He watched as she reluctantly grabbed it, pulling it on.
"Bull." Lightening and thunder tore across. Kiba sighed, his partially bandaged body glowing darker in the flash. He wanted to apologize for thinking out loud about the redheaded Akatsuki girl. So, hesitantly, he draped his arms around her waist. But she ignored the motion. "All I know is that she's related to that blond guy and Ami-chan. And that she was an ANBU once upon a time AND in the Akatsuki AND that she was once part of Konoha. And since Amaye is half-Uchiha, half-Chiyoye then that means this Rukia lady is an Uchiha or Chiyoye too, thus making her related to Sasuke and Itachi. But what I don't know is what their motives are or what they can do."
"You got that much from such a short interaction? Jeeze... You put my abilities to shame," Kiba said, chuckling slightly.
"Everyone does..." Yuki muttered. "Do you guys know anything?"
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Post by opasars on Mar 3, 2010 16:27:49 GMT -5
Kugomi grinned and pointed a thumb at herself. "I'm Uzumaki Kugomi." She then scratched the back of her neck, mood changing from zealous to unsure. "Uhh...I don't know anything except that they're Akatani or whatever. Vell-kun knows but he won't tell me anything." She shot an irritated look over at the silver haired teen.
Vell's features twitched. "Aren't you still training?"
"Do you know anything about that girl that just passed by? From the Akata--"
"A. Ka. Tsu. Ki." He pronounced every 'ta' carefully but sharply - he was still a little ways away from the group and his eye was still closed with the other wrapped in the usual bandages. "If you're going to ask me about something at least pronounce it right, urchin."
Kugomi turned her back on him swiftly. "The teme doesn't know anything past his own interests," she surmised, poison thick in her voice.
Vell ignored her and continued his nonexistant nap.
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Post by Amayes Temporary on Mar 3, 2010 18:12:34 GMT -5
And then it clicked. "I know her!" Yuki explained, slapping her forehead. "She's Uchiha Rukia! She's been a missing nin ever since she was eleven. Which must be some time ago. And she's like, one of the most dangerous s-rank criminals. Ever."
Kiba sniffed, glaring at Vell for no apparent reason. 'Idiot.' "So she's an Uchiha? What are her abilities?"
"According to the lesson on S-ranked criminals from way-back, her main ability in which she has the most experiance is medical ninjutsu. But she has other abilities too. Primarily, her fighting styles consist of puppetry and explosives. Plus the Sharingan."
"That is one badass chick," came a muffled growl.
"Well, yeah." She turned to Kugomi and allowed her scent to flood her nose. "Judging by the way you smell, you have had experiance in hunting and tracking and all that jazz. Care to join me, Kugomi-San?" She needed help if she was going to find out more about the Akatsuki members. And a lot of it.
Kiba scowled, keeping his trap shut like a semi-intelligent person.
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Post by opasars on Mar 4, 2010 9:47:14 GMT -5
Kugomi's eyes lit up like blue fireworks at the chance but before she could answer--
"No."
"Hunh?" She turned to look at Vell. "What do you mean, 'no'?"
"Akatsuki is nothing to mess with. Especially someone who isn't even a genin yet." He looked at her sternly, onyx eye glinting with authority. "You're not following a crazy girl with a death wish into the claws of Akatsuki. She can have that mutt help her."
Kugomi gaped at him. "Excuse me? You're not my sensei anymore! You can't tell me what to do!"
'Moron,' Vell thought bitterly. His lip curled into a snarl. "You're in more danger with the Akatsuki than that girl is. If they catch her, they'll kill her. If they catch you..............you're not going."
"I'm going," she snapped, turning to Yuki. After a moment she felt a strained hand on her shoulder and she turned to see Vell glaring down at her.
He scowled at Yuki, now. "If she insists on being caught up in this I'm going too." Kugomi grumbled something about being babysat but didn't object.
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Post by SORAbear on Mar 4, 2010 12:08:31 GMT -5
Yuki scoffed irritably. "Death wish?" she grumbled, extremely irritated. She shrugged off the fact that Vell was a dangerous intruder. "I don't know who you think you are, dickhead, but you're gonna stop bossing her around like you own her." Each came out in an angry hiss, edging closer and closer to growl.
In essence, she was...helping (more or less) Kugomi. The idea of a new friend hung thickly on her shoulders. She doesn't have many... Kiba piped up. "I agree with Yu-Yu. Stop bossing her around." Strange, considering how he fought Naruto's twin once upon a time. His forehead creased as he too became more than slightly pissed off.
"Tch. The Akatsuki are nothing more than show-offs..." Yuki muttered, glancing away. How would she know? Oh, that's simple. Careful observation. "Irritating ones at that. Killing Midori-sama..." She shrugged. She never really knew her mother, never got the chance. She was only five years old when she fled from Sunagakure, running through sand storms sweaty and unbelievably ill. The memory made her shiver, even though she didn't really feel bothered by it at all.
"Like that girl," Kiba said, softening. "None too bright."
"You forget that she's a female puppeteer, demolitions expert, and a medic. That alone could kill us easily..." Yuki was deep in thought. "Unless of course we can adjust to her style. Anyway, I'm going after them. I need a good challenge," she said blandly, crossing her arms behind her head and walking away. "You can come if you want! I could use a new friend!" she howled, a smile lining her cat-like voice.
Kiba watched her pad, alone, down the worn path. 'I can't go with her... I still have to do something. Damn.' he thought. "Kugomi?" Voice a tad shy of sad. "I'm sorry about that attack on your cave. But, could you please go with her?" He pointed at the retreating purplehead.
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Post by opasars on Mar 5, 2010 16:19:00 GMT -5
Kugomi gave Kiba a suspicious look. "You're just sorry 'cause she said for you to. But okay. I'll go." She started to walk after Yuki - excited despite herself - when Vell snagged the back of her kimono shirt.
"Over my dead body," Vell stated.
"Lemme go! I'm sick of training and you haven't given me a decent misson from Washi since ever. I wanna see what these Akatsuki people are about."
"Not unless I go with you." He then turned a glare on Yuki. "And don't lecture me about how to boss around my own apprentice, babe. Have you seen this thing in action? I can't let her outta my sight for more than a minute!"
Kugomi glared back at him, blinking rainwater from her eyes, before looking demurely at Yuki. "Can Vell-kun come with us? He's pretty good at tracking, I guess, plus he can deal with criminals since he is one."
Vell let her go with a scoff. "I don't need permission, I'm coming with you whether you like it or not. So let's go."
The blond turned to Kiba, expression stubborn. "Can you go tell my mom I left for a while? Just try not to accidentally attack them like last time," she added grumblingly.
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Post by SORAbear on Mar 5, 2010 18:23:44 GMT -5
Yuki stopped and shrugged. Kiba nodded, uncertain and bolted off.
The purple-haired girl waited patiently for Kugomi and and Vell, fidgeting as if she was uncomfortable. "Igh... I resent that 'babe' comment...' she mumbled, kicking a rock the size of a kunai. And, as stupid as she was, she kicked it hard. "Oh fuck! Ow ow!!" Hopping up and down on one foot, she tightly grabbed her pulsing toe. "Fuck my life!" Setting her foot down gently, unsure, she adjusted to walking again.
As her new companions caught up, shrugging off her embarrassing episode, she padded alongside them. "So, Kugomi-chan, how old are you?" she asked casually, crossing her arms behind her head again.
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Post by opasars on Mar 5, 2010 19:08:33 GMT -5
"Mm, twenty-four Cycles," Kugomi shrugged.
"She means twelve," Vell muttered absently, hands in his pockets as he stared at the scenery around him.
The blond gave him a slightly annoyed look. "How about you?"
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Post by SORAbear on Mar 5, 2010 19:18:16 GMT -5
"Same. I turn thirteen in December. When's yours?" Yuki questioned blankly, still walking beside Kugomi, still wearing Kiba's jacket. "Where do you live? Judging by the way you smell, I'd say with very classy wolves." She smiled, however hard it was. This was turning into a statistics update. She grinned inwardly. "Hope we can be friends, she added absently.
The scent of clay wafted into her nostrils. She made a few hand signs, concealing her presence and raced forward, following the scent blindly. 'i always do this. Shoot first, ask questions later. God I'm an idiot.' Frustrated, she stopped abruptly, thinking about how mindless she was. "Maybe it's better that someone binds me..." she grumbled. It's the only way to control her. Any time she got outta hand, the ANBU would do a jutsu to get inside her head and bind her from the inside out.
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Post by opasars on Mar 5, 2010 22:25:52 GMT -5
Kugomi scratched the back of her neck with a grin. "Cool! I could use a new friend--Hey! Where'd you go?!" she exclaimed when Yuki disappeared on her. Only then did she smell the gunpowder mixed with earthy clay. 'That's that blond guy's scent. Are we close?'
Vell frowned after she'd reappeared and made her request. 'Man is this kid weird. Purple hair, idiotic additude, now she wants to be "binded"?' Something clicked in his head and he suddenly remembered a conversation he and his brother had discussed upon his return to Konoha.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"So you get any kids while I've been gone?"
"No...well...."
"Manwhore."
"I took her in - I couldn't help it."
"Name? Age?"
"Kusanagi Yuki, twelve."
"Former parents?"
"..."
"No secrets, dammit."
"I'm not obliged to tell you."
"Bastard...."
"*single laugh*"
"*glower* Anything I should know about my new neice?"
"Mmm...She's got purple hair. And she might call you a dickhead when she meets you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"..."
"..."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"...Any specific kind of binding?" he asked dodgingly. No way did he want her knowing that he knew who she was. Then she'd probably get pissy with how he'd treated her. 'Dammit, Kakashi, why'd you have to adopt this kid?!'
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Post by SORAbear on Mar 5, 2010 23:42:39 GMT -5
Her ears twitched and pricked. "Any kind of binding usually works," she muttered. "And we're still a ways. Just fucking bind me. I'm not willing to freak out."
Yuki crouched, clawing a chunk of dirt from the ground and lifting it up to take a whiff. "Fucking hate my fucking kekke genkai," she hissed, flickering a few hundred meters.
The rain continued to fall, splattering her with a cold wetness, wiping any trace of the Akatsuki scent.
"The ANBU have to bind me whenever I use it. But it's only happened once or twice. They get scared. That weird transformation bullshit has never happened before. And you know I can read your thoughts... Dickhead."
Scrounging for any clay or poison smell she could, she pondered on her senses. "I don't understand how I have a kickass sense of smell. Fuckin weird. And damn. I cuss too much," she grumbled, flickering back.
"Kugomi-chan?" She avoided Naruto's twin's eyes. That was one head she didn't want to be in. "Can you hear or smell anything that I can't? I need to know. Oh, and tell me more about yourself." Friend-making didn't cone naturally to the purple-haired ninja.
"Vell... Quit pissing and moaning about how I'm an idiot, okay? It's irritating. And I get it enough from everyone else, so save your breath. And quite frankly, you're ugly." She smiled sweetly at her uncle before turning and flickering again, this time appearing all the way down the path. She was just a tiny dot trying to pick up scents and sounds and bizarre tastes in the air. Oxygen wafted into her mouth, spilling back out as she breathed it in. "Ew... Smells like dead people..." A rotting, burning, hospital scent circulated in and out of her nose and mouth.
Standing up, she turned to face her tiny companions. "I think my idiocy has something to do with my natural albino blond hair..." she muttered absently to herself, waiting patiently for the Kakashi-look-alike and Kugomi. Yuki wanted so bad to not be labeled as a dumb-blond. That's why she changed her hair color. First it was sky-blue, then orange, then lime, then black, and then she finally settled on a vibrant purple with platinum streaks. Now she felt bad. Kugomi and Naruto were blond. Almost as blond as herself. 'Blonds aren't idiots. They're just different...' she thought in their defense.
Her hand found itself on her hip as she waited impatiently for her companions. 'Ugh... I just have a major pride issue.' Rain soon had her completely soaked from head to toe. 'Damn. Great. Kakashi's gonna complain about how I smell like a wet dog again... I hate training with Kiba sometimes...' She noticed her head was beginning to get heavy. Her hair was a sopping wet low-ponytail. Flipping around her shoulder, despite the ever falling wetness, she wrung it out, pulling the red band out and tyin her hair back into a high ponytail. 'At least now I look somewhat normal.'
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Post by opasars on Mar 8, 2010 16:20:10 GMT -5
Vell pocketed his hands begrudgingly, in an even more terrible mood. "Great. She reads minds. She's more of a freak than you are."
Kugomi ignored his snide comment. He was always like that so even though he was insulting somebody she knew he only meant it half-heartedly. Besides, it was raining. He hated getting wet so of course he was pissy.
"And how the hell am I supposed to bind her if she keeps flash-stepping all over the place?" he continued to gripe.
"Aw shut up! Aren't you supposed to be trained to be vigilant and silent in the face of turmoil or whatever?" Kugomi shot.
They were walking towards Yuki now, who was a little ways away trying to find the scent. Vell gave his pupil another scowl for her collection.
"Because you are?"
"Never said I was! Besides, I don't like the Washi. They're too strict."
"There's a reason for that."
The blond girl looked up at him. "Why are you so mean to Yuki-chan, anyways? She's nice."
"I'm like this to everybody."
Kugomi shook her head, squinting like a certain twin brother of hers. "Nah, this is a different kind of mean. Like, it's personal. Like how you're so mean to me when I'm doing something to tick you off," she demonstrated sourly.
"None of your damn business." They'd finally caught up. "Before you go zapping off again stand the fuck still so I can bind you, like you ASKED me to," he ordered moodily.
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