Aftermath of a Night Out

[Ii Hissori]

Well, this was certainly a way to start the morning. Having a night out with a couple of saios that Hissori had known from past trips, the middle-age man would find himself waking up under one of the large statutes in the Torano Dojo. Last the man remembered was swallowing down a “scorpion shot” and bidding farewell to the two friends, whom were going back to port to head to Fire Country.

What happened next was a head swirling tale of the man trying to make it back to his apartment. Hissori wasn’t one to get too drunk, but as the strawberry blonde man tried to walk down the streets, the former Tsuchikage was seeing all sorts of different colors. The world had begun to spin, and then everything black.

Hissori would awake up to the bright sun blazing into his eyes, the man just groaned and rolled over. Where did my shirt go? the drunken kage thought as he rubbed his smooth and bare tanned chest. Inwardly as Hissori would begin to wake up, he would be thankful he did not sleep in. Sunburn all over his chest would be incredibly painful, and more importantly embarrassing. Then on a much more depressing note, the man came to a rather sickening thought.

How many times had Hissori gotten this way only to be saved by Buru leading him home? How much did he need that dog just to function? The man just groaned at the thought. Hopefully he would get to bring Buru out again, but for now Buru had to stay hidden in the shadows, the adult knowing that his real identity would have been given away if Buru was wandering around next to him.

Sitting up, Hissori rubbed his chest bare chest. “Wheres my shirt?” The man mumbled as he coughed a bit bending over to pick up the light blue button down shirt he had been wearing the night before.

 

[Serra]

Serra had wake up early in the morning to do her chores, it wasn't that she was a responsible child that she woke up earlier today. It was because of the dawning sun's fault, the sunlight was rather intense and irritated her delicate eyes. Her eyes has recently become quite sensitive, and prone to the intensity of the sun. She huffed as she threw the wooden bucket of her chores, this would mark the completion of her daily chores. Since she had accomplished her assigned tasks prior to the expected time, she had some free time on her hands, and she decided to explore the dojo for the first time. The thought of exploration had never peeked into her innocent mind, even though she had been staying at the dojo for quite some time now.

She walked passed the well kept gardens, although there were not any blooming flowers, as it was autumn - the season of goodbyes. The leaves would all eventually depart from the branches they had borrowed residence from. It was sad, and beautiful at the same time, as the death of life, allowed the growth of life. It was a paradox itself, and young Serra would not yet, be able to fathom the essential life skill of letting go. She had always held everything close to her as valuable, and had a difficult time parting with things. Perhaps this was what caused her pain, but she could not let go of the pain, as it reminded her of her duty.

Serra noticed from a distance, a man with his torso bare would be rolling around on the floor, groaning and wincing his eyes at the glorious sun. I think this is my first time seeing a pervert in the dojo, should I notify aunt Kyuji? No! I should deal with this perverted culprit myself! Serra nodded as she pondered how to deal with this difficult situation. Serra eyes grew in alert, and jumped back as the man stood up. She would need to create some distance between herself and this criminal, to ensure her safety.

“Wheres my shirt?” The man mumbled as he coughed a bit bending over to pick up the light blue button down shirt he had been wearing the night before. Serra raised an eyebrow at this suspicious act, he must be reaching for a weapon, I must act swiftly. She thought to herself as she quickly performed a few hand signs, the jutsu she used was water gun, and she started spraying the stranger with her weak water jutsu, that would probably only itch the stranger.

"Listen up! You have violated the holiness of this sacred dojo! Repent your sins, you disgraceful pig! Or in the name of Suna, I will punish you!" Serra puffed her chest up, and stood on her tiptoes. Hoping her form would at least intimidate the stranger.