An Interrupted Picnic [PM to Join - Komora]

[Sei]

Izanagi paused as he thought he heard something move upstairs, standing absolutely still as he waited about a minute. When nothing further sounded, he continued hustling about the kitchen, finishing the three bento boxes he'd prepared for himself.

It was very early in the morning, the sun having not even come up yet; sunrise was in about an hour, and he'd be in his spot by then. He'd gone to bed very early, around the afternoon, and woken up a few hours later, when his parents had already gone to bed. The boy had spent the entire night quietly cooking up the boxes full of delicious foods; the first, which was made mainly of vegetables, had been easy to prepare quietly and undetected. The second consisted of cooked foods, each little section in the box having quite a bit of meat; that was the hardest to pull off, as the sound as well as the smells often wandered the house. The last, full of delicacies and desserts, was between the two, though you couldn't have an early lunch for the sunrise without some sweets.

As he finished the last box, making sure everything was secure for the trip. He placed everything in a custom backpack he'd gotten especially for this, fitting the boxes snugly into three pouches made especially to hold that exact bento box, which he frequently washed and reused. He slung it over his shoulders and pulled the little strings to tighten it on his back, before picking up the strip of cloth and tying his hair back into a ponytail. Moving stealthily up the stairs to his room, he quietly closed the door and moved to the already-opened window. Leaping out of it, he made his way to the Ancient Forest.

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Izanagi scaled one of the larger trees easily, chakra held into his feet to keep him adhered to the surface of the tree as he walked his way vertically. He glanced around curiously as he made his odd trek, pausing as he thought he heard something. Instinctively, he went absolutely still, waiting for something to happen before nothing did.

With a shrug, he finished his walk, standing atop one of the thickest branches near the top of the tree. The canopy of leaves and branches parted naturally to reveal the smaller trees and mountains, in the exact direction the sun was going to rise. It was the perfect place, and he'd found it a long while back.

Sitting on the branch, he set his backpack on a close, slim branch that he could access with an easy reach upwards. Taking out his first bento box, the one full of veggies, he waited, slowly eating his greens.

 

[Shinrya Riko]

It was dark. Things were different here in the forest. The night time brought cold and darkness. The chill of the mountains could cut to the bone. Even the resilient Komora had found herself hiding in a hole that she had dug herself. She finally had a chance to rest now that Akio, the Inuzuka dog that had taken to haunting her, had run off on somekind of Inuzuka errand. That is when something passed the burrow. The slightest twitch sent her eyes wide open. She reluctantly poked her head of the hole and immediately picked up the scent of a human. It was still dark and dangerous for people here in the forest. Komora climbed out of the small burrow and began to follow the scent trail. Her dog like nose would lead her straight to the figure of a young man sitting on a branch. Her nose also made her aware of something that this human was not. This was wolf territory. Komora had never thought to give this pack a name, but she knew that crossing the markings meant that one could be in serious danger.

She didn’t mind taking on any of the wolves one on one, but the entire pack meant that they would be able to use tactics to their advantage. Wolves were much smarter than people had given them credit for. Speaking of wolves; A wolf had come to investigate the area. He was hiding in some bushes. Komora bolted into the clear and snarled at the beast. Alone, the creature ran away. Komora then leapt from branch to branch until she was in the trees with Izanagi. She wouldn’t accept no as a protest. She would grab ahold of him in a bridal carry and begin to run away from the area as quickly as she could while carrying a person.

Her features would no doubt be difficult to identify in the dark, but it was clear that her arms were covered in scars. She had long hair dyed rust red with an iron scent. She wore a rotting bear pelt on her shoulders and only a bandage wrap around her chest to give her any sense of modesty. Interestingly she wore a pair of Hakama, although it seemed that the dark material had seen better days.She smelled bad. Between her own personal lack of hygene and the stench of the rotting pear pelt, she also had breath that smelled like a corpse. Yet as she made it back into her own territory where she knew that it was safe she would finally allow Izanagi to break free.

 

[Sei]

Izanagi was happily sitting, finishing off his bento box, when he paused, feeling something was off. He swung his legs as he sat on the branch, thinking about it, before lowering his defense again as he ate more, placing the bento box in the bag and reaching for the one filled with all the more cooked delights when something fast and small came quickly at him.

It grabbed him as he yelped in surprise, taking off to who know's where. His nostrils were assaulted with absolutely terrible and frightening smells as they ran, turning his stomach just as the sudden and unexpected dashing did. His lips were automatically flying as he screamed and cursed like a sailor that had stubbed his toe, pure obscenities that'd give him a lifetime of being grounded had his mother heard.

He squirmed and tried lashing out like there were flaming ants running around his pants, doing his best imitation of a fish out of water - flopping and squirming and flipping without minding his location or anyone or anything else. At one point he thought he landed a punch, but his thief never faltered as they ran.

The boy figured this was the end of his life when they stopped and he was able to get off of her arms, falling to all fours on the ground. The smells that had previously been terrible became so bad, the absence of wind blowing it away, there wasn't a word to describe it; a heinous crime upon the very fabric of the universe, representing every single bad thing that anyone in the history of the world had ever committed multiplied a thousand-fold was an understatement.

As he was on his fours, he scrambled a bit forward, before his stomach regurgitated what he'd been eating for the past two days, all of it coming in an icky, slimy mess. He retched and gagged for what seemed like ten disgusting minutes (but only was one or two), before finally finishing. He got up, swaying slightly with light-headed-ness as he removed his shirt, using it to wipe the slime from his lips and get as much as possible out of his mouth and off his tongue.

He looked around, spotting the little person-thief within seconds. His cursing started up again, worse than before, until he was shouting for literally ten minutes, saying stuff that this author would really not feel comfortable writing.

Getting out of his system, he glared daggers at the creature, before finally saying in a manner filled with violence and pure poison - "Why did you do that?"

 

[Shinrya Riko]

Komora wasn’t interested in the struggle. Her attention had been wholly on the wolves and their territory. Even the punch to her jaw was not enough to have stopped the brief run prematurely. For what little Komora did think, she did not think about being assaulted in the way that she had. She simply looked back over the way they came with a curious and suspicious look. It seemed that the wolves didn’t want to enter her territory. Good that would provide some measure of safety for now. Up until now the boy had been vomiting out everything he had just eaten and then had decided to curse at her for a few minutes. Unlike most people who would react to a screaming man in front of them, her own brain was wired differently. Komora had a hard time reading expressions. To her, a person’s face always felt so slippery, like her eyes would slide right off of it without actually seeing anything. It made identifying people by sight difficult - but that had become less of a problem know that she could identify people by nose.

Second, Komora was ignorant to the tones of one’s voice. Yelling and whispering both sounded the same to her. Only the words themselves could hold any type of meaning to her, and even though she thought in a very illogical manner. She just blinked at boy before her. She didn’t know any of the words that he had used, but she had heard them before as they were frequently spoken by the circus people in the Mochizuki troupe. Finally he had settled down and asked a straightforward question. ”Why did you do that?"

Komora pointed back the way they had come. ”Wolves.” She explained. The strange little creature looked at the strange puddle on the ground. She leaned up right close to it and sniffed it with her powerful nose. It had a mostly sour smell. She determine that there was nothing edible in this puddle, as the contents were primarily made of vegetables. She looked back up to Izanagi expectantly. Turning briefly one more time to try and catch the scent of anything that had followed them. There was a snap. Komora froze. As she tried to determine the source of the source with her nose and ears.

 

[Shinrya Riko]

The boy seemed Petrified. Komora didn't wasn't here to be a baby sitter though. She hopped up into the trees and leapt away from the boy.

[exit]