Dawn of the First Day:
Dusk of the First Day:
Dawn of the Second Day:
Dusk of the Second Day:
Arawe Zashi and The Unnamed Suitor: Mid-to-Late Dusk of the Second Day:
”Wait wait wait—“ Zashi placed a firm palm on the hand and spun to face his... opponent? Opponents? Two taller men in black formalwear stood behind a shorter guy who looked (a bit disturbingly) like him. Albeit, he was paler, and had a more noticeable playboy vibe. ”Your girlfriend?” Michi shrugged, making her current companion sigh uncomfortably.
”Ex girlfriend. We broke up a few weeks ago. It was brutal, and now I’m here for revenge on the man who made it all happen!”
”I didn’t know her until a few days ago, though—“ The newcomer’s two cohorts rushed at Zashi, who instinctively activated his sharingan. He made a sweeping motion with his palm, tossing two kunai to the outer sides of the two. Using them as a conductor, he channeled electricity through the two, sending them crashing down, at least temporarily. He began sprinting towards the man in the middle, crashing into him. The two plummeted forward, almost comically. He was more adept than Zashi had thought; with every punch, the young man met him almost perfectly.
”You’re insane! You’re actually insane!”
”I’m just a genin, man! I’m not even professionally trained!” The young doppelganger, Juro, laughed almost hysterically before kicking Zashi back onto his feet. He quickly returned to the same stance. ”I’m just a badass!” Zashi struck Juro’s arm, sending him skidding to the side. He returned with a kick, only to be intercepted by a rifle: Zashi’s very own Festival Beat. He pulled it out with expert speed, and pulled the trigger with the same agility. A loud scream erupted from Juro.
”YOU SHOT ME IN THE FOOT!” He doubled over onto the ground, nursing his own wound. ”YOU MISERABLE SADIST!”
”You deserved it. He deserved it, right?” Michi gave another signature shrug, as if to say “I suppose that takes care of that.” The two men, now up and standing, shared uncomfortable glances. They would soon take the young man to the medical shinobi to fix his foot. Zashi, on the other hand, would return home with his...
Well, whatever they were.
[Topic Entered/Left]
[Mission Complete: Guarding the Mistress]
[WC: 1,542] [Wow]
((I’ll apply for Michi as an NPC later. Ah, to be young and in love.))
((Please forgive my horrible formatting, this was a long one.))
”So you’re Arawe Zashi...?” Michi stood in front of the Boy Out of the Sand, scowling at the shorter of the two. ”You’re awfully short. Are you sure you’re a shinobi?” Ouch.
”I uh. I mean, yes ma’am, I’m a genin, I was given the rank after showing my prowess in shinobi arts and—“
”Dude. I’m totally making fun of you.”
Zashi’s face turned bright red, and he glanced down at his sandals. He still didn’t really get it when people weren’t serious. If there was a trait he lacked, it was a sense of humor. ”I’m definitely keeping this one. I like my meat shields dorky, and he’s kinda cute.” The administrator smirked, giving a subtle nod to Zashi before leaving the two alone. Zashi was still focused on his toes, while the taller girl was grinning from ear to ear.
”So my photo shoot isn’t until Wednesday. Wanna fool around?” She paused. ”Not, like, make out fool around. I mean like, fool around fool around.”
”Yeah, I got that.”
”Because I’d never make out with you.”
Zashi grinned a bit at her mock abrasiveness. This might Zashi, it is you who protects my body, but there’s nobody to protect my heart from actually be pretty fun. He had been training for this mission so long that he had forgotten that it had the potential to be pleasurable. ”Oh yeah? Maybe I’m too good for you.”
She gasped, feigning pain. ”You insult me, sir! I am but a tiny leaf in the desert, blown astray by your cruelty.”
”So do you wanna go downtown or what?”
”Yeah. Let’s do it!” She paused again. ”But not, like, do it. ‘Cause you’re super gross.”
”And you’re a fair desert lotus?”
”I am a model, sir.”
”I guess I can’t argue with that. Come on, let’s go.”
”I uh. I mean, yes ma’am, I’m a genin, I was given the rank after showing my prowess in shinobi arts and—“
”Dude. I’m totally making fun of you.”
Zashi’s face turned bright red, and he glanced down at his sandals. He still didn’t really get it when people weren’t serious. If there was a trait he lacked, it was a sense of humor. ”I’m definitely keeping this one. I like my meat shields dorky, and he’s kinda cute.” The administrator smirked, giving a subtle nod to Zashi before leaving the two alone. Zashi was still focused on his toes, while the taller girl was grinning from ear to ear.
”So my photo shoot isn’t until Wednesday. Wanna fool around?” She paused. ”Not, like, make out fool around. I mean like, fool around fool around.”
”Yeah, I got that.”
”Because I’d never make out with you.”
Zashi grinned a bit at her mock abrasiveness. This might Zashi, it is you who protects my body, but there’s nobody to protect my heart from actually be pretty fun. He had been training for this mission so long that he had forgotten that it had the potential to be pleasurable. ”Oh yeah? Maybe I’m too good for you.”
She gasped, feigning pain. ”You insult me, sir! I am but a tiny leaf in the desert, blown astray by your cruelty.”
”So do you wanna go downtown or what?”
”Yeah. Let’s do it!” She paused again. ”But not, like, do it. ‘Cause you’re super gross.”
”And you’re a fair desert lotus?”
”I am a model, sir.”
”I guess I can’t argue with that. Come on, let’s go.”
Dusk of the First Day:
Zashi sat in Michi’s hotel room, crossing his legs and flipping through a tabloid magazine. There was a bit on Michi in here – something about her having an ex-boyfriend who was super bitter about it. Something about revenge. He was a bit worried about that, and was briefed on it before he took the mission. Despite this, it was never something he’d really paid attention to.
Michi laid down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. The two had a long day. It involved a lot of buying things they don’t need, and a lot of running around, or more accurately, away. Zashi’s feet were still sore, but it was a satisfied sore, like the pain in one’s feet after loitering around an amusement park all day. Not that he would really understand that.
”So,” said Michi, continuing a topic they’d left hanging earlier. ”Where do you guys get chakra?”
”It’s not really something you get, it’s just kinda something you have: a lifeblood of the universe sort of deal.”
”So I have chakra?”
”Well. I mean, yeah, I think so. It’s there, you just have to get it out there. It’s harder for some than others.” Michi nodded solemnly, twiddling her thumbs. ”Hey, I should get to bed. You can hang out here, if you want. I mean, we have television and all.”
”Right. I mean, I’m getting paid for this, so I kind of have to stick around you.”
”Are you saying you wouldn’t stick around me if you weren’t getting paid?”
”Double negatives...” Michi glared at Zashi, who turned his eyes to the television. ”Never mind. But that’s a loaded question, so I’m not really gonna answer it.”
”What a cop out. I expect more from you, Arawe.” Michi idly tossed her pillow at Zashi, who (despite his reflexes) let it hit him square in the face. ”I’m going to bed, dork. Today was cool.”
”Yeah. G’night, Michi.”</COLOR>
Michi laid down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. The two had a long day. It involved a lot of buying things they don’t need, and a lot of running around, or more accurately, away. Zashi’s feet were still sore, but it was a satisfied sore, like the pain in one’s feet after loitering around an amusement park all day. Not that he would really understand that.
”So,” said Michi, continuing a topic they’d left hanging earlier. ”Where do you guys get chakra?”
”It’s not really something you get, it’s just kinda something you have: a lifeblood of the universe sort of deal.”
”So I have chakra?”
”Well. I mean, yeah, I think so. It’s there, you just have to get it out there. It’s harder for some than others.” Michi nodded solemnly, twiddling her thumbs. ”Hey, I should get to bed. You can hang out here, if you want. I mean, we have television and all.”
”Right. I mean, I’m getting paid for this, so I kind of have to stick around you.”
”Are you saying you wouldn’t stick around me if you weren’t getting paid?”
”Double negatives...” Michi glared at Zashi, who turned his eyes to the television. ”Never mind. But that’s a loaded question, so I’m not really gonna answer it.”
”What a cop out. I expect more from you, Arawe.” Michi idly tossed her pillow at Zashi, who (despite his reflexes) let it hit him square in the face. ”I’m going to bed, dork. Today was cool.”
”Yeah. G’night, Michi.”</COLOR>
Dawn of the Second Day:
Zashi woke up, for whatever reason, on the floor, with his hair tied back into a messy ponytail. He felt the fringed tips of his locks, giving a puzzling glance to the (now awake) Michi.
”It looked like it was getting in your face.”
”Oh. Thanks.”
”Mmhmm. So, first day of the photoshoot. Are you excited?”
The shinobi shrugged, slipping on his sandals and rummaging through a nearby drawer. ”Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Aha! There it is. He pulled out a sponge from the drawer. He’d use it to scrub his face clean later. Michi seemed a bit cautious to answer his rebuttal.
”You don’t seem like it.”
”It’s just... I don’t know. Modeling is hard when... look, I’m not exactly like other girls.”
”What’s wrong with other girls that would make you wanna distance yourself from them?”
”Nothing! I don’t mean, like, personality-wise.”
”Then,” the boy threw a tunic on, shaking his hair out and allowing the frilly mane to set into its usual position. ”What do you mean?” Another question that made Michi nervous, so it seemed. The two stood in silence until Zashi, like he did with most things in his life, broke it.
”Look, I’m not gonna make you tell me. We’ve all got our demons. But sometimes you just have to be open. Listen...” Zashi looked her dead in the eyes. ”When I was a kid, I was on a mission, you know? Just a little chore. This kid, this prankster, right? He splashed some girl in the face with this acidic crap, and then ran from the scene. It was my job to bring him back. But I didn’t. I killed him – his autopsy revealed several impressive fractures, among burns and lacerations. I got a pat on the back and a psychological profiling. Apparently, I have anger issues or something. And I’ve been in the business of revenge ever since.”
Michi broke out into laughter, throwing herself into a fit of giggling. A bit of rolling around later, she regained her composure. ”Wow, that’s a lot worse than my thing.” Zashi couldn’t help but smile. It was the first time someone had laughed about that, and consequently, it made him a little happy; you can laugh about the past. It’s over.
”So. Wanna know my secret, Mr. Ninja?”
Zashi nodded curiously. Instinctively, he leaned in, only to have Michi fall onto her back, still grinning. ”I’m not really a girl.”
The color drained from Zashi’s face.
”It looked like it was getting in your face.”
”Oh. Thanks.”
”Mmhmm. So, first day of the photoshoot. Are you excited?”
The shinobi shrugged, slipping on his sandals and rummaging through a nearby drawer. ”Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Aha! There it is. He pulled out a sponge from the drawer. He’d use it to scrub his face clean later. Michi seemed a bit cautious to answer his rebuttal.
”You don’t seem like it.”
”It’s just... I don’t know. Modeling is hard when... look, I’m not exactly like other girls.”
”What’s wrong with other girls that would make you wanna distance yourself from them?”
”Nothing! I don’t mean, like, personality-wise.”
”Then,” the boy threw a tunic on, shaking his hair out and allowing the frilly mane to set into its usual position. ”What do you mean?” Another question that made Michi nervous, so it seemed. The two stood in silence until Zashi, like he did with most things in his life, broke it.
”Look, I’m not gonna make you tell me. We’ve all got our demons. But sometimes you just have to be open. Listen...” Zashi looked her dead in the eyes. ”When I was a kid, I was on a mission, you know? Just a little chore. This kid, this prankster, right? He splashed some girl in the face with this acidic crap, and then ran from the scene. It was my job to bring him back. But I didn’t. I killed him – his autopsy revealed several impressive fractures, among burns and lacerations. I got a pat on the back and a psychological profiling. Apparently, I have anger issues or something. And I’ve been in the business of revenge ever since.”
Michi broke out into laughter, throwing herself into a fit of giggling. A bit of rolling around later, she regained her composure. ”Wow, that’s a lot worse than my thing.” Zashi couldn’t help but smile. It was the first time someone had laughed about that, and consequently, it made him a little happy; you can laugh about the past. It’s over.
”So. Wanna know my secret, Mr. Ninja?”
Zashi nodded curiously. Instinctively, he leaned in, only to have Michi fall onto her back, still grinning. ”I’m not really a girl.”
The color drained from Zashi’s face.
Dusk of the Second Day:
<COLOR color="#A95C68">Michi swung her satchel around childishly as she and her paid protector walked back to the hotel. Zashi rubbed his temples with his fingers.
”Okay, so, you’re a boy?”
”For now.”
”So you’re masquerading as a girl because you can pass as one and want to get money from modeling...?”
”That’s how it started, bucko.”
”But you like it?”
”Mmhmm.”
”And you might want to stay a girl?”
”Maybe. Depends on what mood I’m in.”
”You’re complicated.”
”Mmhmm. So that’s all there is to—“
[color#AA381E]”OI. ARAWE ZASHI. THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND YOU CREEP!!”
”Okay, so, you’re a boy?”
”For now.”
”So you’re masquerading as a girl because you can pass as one and want to get money from modeling...?”
”That’s how it started, bucko.”
”But you like it?”
”Mmhmm.”
”And you might want to stay a girl?”
”Maybe. Depends on what mood I’m in.”
”You’re complicated.”
”Mmhmm. So that’s all there is to—“
[color#AA381E]”OI. ARAWE ZASHI. THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND YOU CREEP!!”
... Wait, what? Zashi barely realized what had happened before he was struck in the back and sent careening into the ground.
Arawe Zashi and The Unnamed Suitor: Mid-to-Late Dusk of the Second Day:
”Wait wait wait—“ Zashi placed a firm palm on the hand and spun to face his... opponent? Opponents? Two taller men in black formalwear stood behind a shorter guy who looked (a bit disturbingly) like him. Albeit, he was paler, and had a more noticeable playboy vibe. ”Your girlfriend?” Michi shrugged, making her current companion sigh uncomfortably.
”Ex girlfriend. We broke up a few weeks ago. It was brutal, and now I’m here for revenge on the man who made it all happen!”
”I didn’t know her until a few days ago, though—“ The newcomer’s two cohorts rushed at Zashi, who instinctively activated his sharingan. He made a sweeping motion with his palm, tossing two kunai to the outer sides of the two. Using them as a conductor, he channeled electricity through the two, sending them crashing down, at least temporarily. He began sprinting towards the man in the middle, crashing into him. The two plummeted forward, almost comically. He was more adept than Zashi had thought; with every punch, the young man met him almost perfectly.
”You’re insane! You’re actually insane!”
”I’m just a genin, man! I’m not even professionally trained!” The young doppelganger, Juro, laughed almost hysterically before kicking Zashi back onto his feet. He quickly returned to the same stance. ”I’m just a badass!” Zashi struck Juro’s arm, sending him skidding to the side. He returned with a kick, only to be intercepted by a rifle: Zashi’s very own Festival Beat. He pulled it out with expert speed, and pulled the trigger with the same agility. A loud scream erupted from Juro.
”YOU SHOT ME IN THE FOOT!” He doubled over onto the ground, nursing his own wound. ”YOU MISERABLE SADIST!”
”You deserved it. He deserved it, right?” Michi gave another signature shrug, as if to say “I suppose that takes care of that.” The two men, now up and standing, shared uncomfortable glances. They would soon take the young man to the medical shinobi to fix his foot. Zashi, on the other hand, would return home with his...
Well, whatever they were.
[Topic Entered/Left]
[Mission Complete: Guarding the Mistress]
[WC: 1,542] [Wow]
((I’ll apply for Michi as an NPC later. Ah, to be young and in love.))
((Please forgive my horrible formatting, this was a long one.))