Fainted Fox [/Yume]

[Asagao]

Laying her down, the pillow's soft cushion embraced her tenderly, like a mother's arms wrapping around her child, comfortably supporting her head while she slept. Pulling the covers over her body, he tucked in her in securely; the blanket reaching up only as far as her neck, leaving her angelic face free, looking up towards the heavens above. Running the back of his hand across her forehead, he gently brushed her hair aside and pretended to check her temperature, only truthfully using this as an excuse to make contact with her; his fingers gently flowed across her flawless skin affectionately. Out the corner of his eye, the fox watched his actions inquisitively. Asagao could tell there was some apprehension in the animal's willingness to trust him. A hint of doubt or wariness was ever present in the creatures gaze, which was only solidified the moment it jumped onto the bed and nuzzled itself protectively against her neck, it's bushy tail flickering lightly against her cheek. Taking a subtle step back, Asagao bowed his head and smiled warmly. "Do not fret, friend." Once again he spoke to the fox, politely referring to the animal as a comrade of sorts. "I only have her best interests at heart. You will come to see this in time." The animal, again, did not respond, leaving his comforting words to hang in the air, it's eyes judgmentally burning a hole into Asagao, blaming him for his companion's current condition.

Exiting the room, the door would slide quietly shut; the peaceful stillness of her unconscious state remaining completely undisturbed. Heading towards the kitchen area, he would began to prepare food and beverages for when she awoke.

Lightly illuminated by one softly glowing lantern, the shadows in the room hung heavy on the walls. If Yume were to awake before Asagao's return, she would see all manner of unique plants, artwork, weapons, and trinkets elaborately decorating the room. Colorful paintings depicting other faraway lands were perched on the walls; the art all carefully crafted with the heart and dreams of a person longing to one day travel the globe in search of new adventure and experiences. Wild exotic plants and flowers filled pots that were scattered atop bookshelves and desktops. These flowers were not indigenous to Wind Country and took a lot of time and care to preserve and keep alive. A finely pruned bonsai tree was positioned directly to her left of the bedside, sitting proudly on top of a small table. Bold and striking weapons were fastened to the walls, as well. Swords of plenty, with blades forged into all different sizes and designs. Strong bows accompanied by quivers full of deadly arrows could also be seen strapped into a rack to the right of the main bedroom door. His musical instrument - the one he had mentioned in his story - lay adjacent from its case on the floor next to a finely woven rug designed specifically for meditation and prayer. It would be obvious, after a while, to the frazzled girl, that these were his personal items in his personal quarters, which could only mean that she was, of course, lying in his very own bed, recuperating.

[Marked for Training]
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[Sagasu Yume]

CuRua’s look of bewilderment was met with an answer as Asagao explained that she had fainted. He had been sitting outside of the cavern eavesdropping on their conversation long enough to figure out what had led to her lack of consciousness. Deciding not to bother attempting a telepathic link, the fox would walk along in silence, judgmental gaze fixed on the man’s back when he didn’t need to watch his step. He would follow them into the Toraono compound without so much as a sound; taking his place upon Yume’s chest once she was tucked in safely. He noticed Asagao’s scent permeated everything and was keenly aware exactly where he had placed her. With narrowed eyes, he would watch the acquaintance retreat into the outer rooms, not sure he was ready to trust him just yet.

Beneath his stomach, Yume’s breathing would get deeper as she slowly crawled out of her subconscious. The scent of his fur would tickle in her nose, providing a comforting smell to draw her out with ease. Eyes watching hers, their gaze would meet as her eyes fluttered open to the semi-darkness of the dimly lit room. It took a moment for her brain to catch up with her surroundings, re-tracing her steps but unable to remember leaving the alcove in the tunnels. Her head didn't hurt, so she hadn't been drugged. With little cranial effort, she decided to ask her friend.

What happened?

He kissed you. You fainted. I told you not to get close to him. He could have molested you.

Ugh… No he wouldn’t have. He didn’t smell evil. There are whore houses for things like that.

You so sure about that? He did put you in his bed.

Her eyes would snap wide at this statement, finally realizing where she was. His scent was everywhere but he was nowhere to be found. Sitting up with a start, CuRua would be thrown to the foot of the bed as she would scramble to get out from under the covers. All that she would manage to do would be get tangled in the sheets.

Eeeeek!

With a scream and thump, she would face plant to the floor, lower half of her body trapped in the bed. Warmth would spread under her hairline as a goose egg would start to form where she made contact with the stone. It wasn’t very deep but by the pool that was forming under her forehead, it was obvious that she was also bleeding. The more she would panic, the more the blood would flow until the fox snapped at her nose immediately putting a stop to her antics. In the commotion, she had managed to turn herself around so that she was at least looking at the ceiling, although still upside down. She was breathing heavy but had made no ground in untangling herself. While she lay still, CuRua would use his rough tongue to lap at her wound, snorting sounds coming from his muzzle that sounded almost like laughter.

You’re an idiot. Stay still and calm down. You’ve injured yourself.

 

[Asagao]

Articulately placing all of the food and drink on the tray, Asagao wanted everything to look perfect. He understood what a shock it may be for her to wake up in a strange room, so first and foremost he wanted her to feel comfortable and welcomed. She was an esteemed guest as far as he was concerned, and showing off and pampering her was part of the fun of hosting. One of the perks about living in the Toraono-Dojo was the kitchen. Kuro-sama had a staff of master chefs and there was always something delicious being prepared. Placing a hot pot of cha on the tray with two tea cups, he would collect two freshly made pork steamed buns, that were cooling on the counter, and set them on an old china plate. Even thinking of the mute fox, Asagao would retrieve a saucer with some milk. He couldn't have been happier with how everything was turning out, it all seemed to be working out beautifully for when she awoke.

Rattling about, the cups and silverware clinked and clattered as he made his way back to his room. Startled by a woman's scream, the tray would practically fall out of his hands when his grip loosened. "Yume!!" Rushing to his quarters, he would adjust the tray in his arms so that he could open the shoji and enter. Stunned by what he saw, there was a large blood stain soaked into the sheets, which caused him to start panicking. Running to her aide, he would set down the food, spilling the fox's milk saucer...sucks for him.

"Lotus-san! Are you alright? You are bleeding..how did this happen??" Panic stricken, Asagao was a total wreck! Yume was upside and topsy-turvy, her head on the ground and her butt sticking straight in the air. The poor girl was wrapped tightly in the sheets unable free herself - she looked like a drunk butterfly caught in a spider's web. All of his plans for her to wake up and be greeted with tea and food had been ruined. She had somehow injured herself lying in bed! Was that even possible? Looking at the fox, the wild animal was cleaning her as if she were his cub. Could the fox have injured her...only to blame it on him? He saw how the beast was always looking at him - those jealous beady little eyes burrowing into him with glares and stares of hate and distrust. Shaking his head, he would wipe these paranoid thoughts from his mind. They were preposterous, there is no way the animal would connive like that - it was impossible. Even though the fox did not trust him, he had been observing the kindness for which Asagao had treated his companion. He had watched him carry her for miles and tuck her gently into his very own bed. There was no way this was feasible at all..he was worrying for nothing. Yet, still, the question remained, how had she been hurt to the point of bleeding?

"I..I will go and fetch a Med-nin. We have an elite staff here, our Med-nin is one of the best. They will take a look at you...are you ok with that?" He had no idea how she felt about meeting with unfamiliar doctors. Some people did not like the idea of being treated by someone they did not know. It made them feel uncomfortable...which was the last thing he wanted her to feel at this very moment.

[Marked for Training]

 

[Sagasu Yume]

The fox stopped licking at her head for a moment to see the saucer of milk spill over. The only logical reason for such a thing to be on the tray that the man had returned with was for him. Maybe Yume was a better judge of character than he gave her credit for. Backing up a few steps, he would sit on the floor at the end of the bed and let Asagao come closer. Laying down, he puts his head on his paws, watching with concern for is friend rather than the critical stare he had worn earlier. How he wished he could take care of her better but that would never be his place.

Yume looked up at Asagao from her upturned position with a wide-eyed stare. With some difficulty she would scramble to get up, the blood flowing away from the split in her forehead and to her cheeks as she feel Asagao’s hands on her arms and shoulders to assist her in this endeavor. Finally righting herself into a sitting position, she would look up with a sweet smile, a thin line of blood having reversed its path and making its way over the bridge of her nose and to her cheek. Shrugging the blanket’s hold from around her arms, she would close her eyes and focus a little, making sure to keep her forehead taut as she dragged her thumb down along the tiny gash. The blood would be wiped away by the digit and in its place would be a fresh scab that was rapidly healing into pink flesh. In a couple of hours her chakra would completely mend the wound and not a trace would be left. The leisure speed of her healing method was something she had personally developed. During her research she found that rapid healing often lead to lasting weaknesses. Grotesque scars were the least of these things. On a grander scale, one risked giving their patient chakra poisoning when practicing in haste.

That won’t be necessary. I’m a full trained Med-nin. Thank you for helping me up.

See? He helped me up. Can’t be that bad</I><I>

He’s a gentleman. I will give you that. And he brought me milk, even if it did get spilt in the commotion. He’s thoughtful. I’ll… I’ll behave myself.

Lifting her hand, she would reach out to CuRua and wiggle her fingers, beckoning him closer. Crawling along the floor with his ears flat to the sides in humility, he would creep closer until he was under her dangling hand. Sitting up tall, he graciously accepts the affectionate strokes of his fur as her fingers run along the ridge at the back of his skull. She looked down at him with fondness before looking back up to Asagao, careful not to by rude by getting caught up in her doting.

Thank you for bringing CuRua with you. I’m glad you found each other. I’m sure he wasn’t happy to see me out cold but he must have given you the benefit of the doubt. Did you talk to him? He understands words perfectly. He just doesn’t talk back… Only to me.

If it wasn’t for her bloodline it would almost sounds like her fox was her imaginary friend. For all the medical genius that her mind contained her thoughts and actions could occasionally lead one to assume that she was simple in the head. It was this that gave the reynard reason to worry about her interactions with others. He knew she wasn't as naive as she let others believe, but she was sweet and trusting. He was only 1' 6" tall.... 5' 8" when he would take his human form... but he swore on his life that he would end anyone that damaged Yume's soul.

 

[Asagao]

Unable to fully concentrate on anything other than her forehead, the guilt of her injury overpowered him. He felt entirely responsible for what had happened. How stupid was he to leave her alone for so long! Of course she would be frightened when awakening in a strange room; that would scare just about anyone, especially a girl who had just fainted during her first kiss! He thought the fox being with her would have soothed her some, seeing a familiar face and all, but apparently he had figured wrong.

"I..I am so sorry, Lotus-san. I did not intend to be gone for as long as I was. I..I was preparing food for when you awoke." Stammering like a nervous wreck, he would glance over at the tray and see that the milk had spilled all over the steam buns ruining them; they were all soggy from the milk soaking into the dough; all that was left now was the cha. Pouring a couple of cups, he would take her some and set the piping hot drink down by the bedside table. "Here, this may make you feel better." He whispered, still sulking inside due to his mistake and her injury. Taking a sip of his own cha, he would bite at his lip as the drink burned his tongue. "It is rather hot...so be careful." He smiled, his eyes moving away from hers and glancing up at the gash again.

Feeling somewhat more at ease when she informed him that she was a Med-nin, the anxiety in his chest began to relax a bit. Leaning forward, he would subtly brush her hair away from the wound, making sure it was clear and nothing was touching it. "How...how exactly did this happen? Did you have a nightmare or something? What could have possibly caused this?" Totally confused, nothing seemed to make sense. Thinking much more clearly..he was running through all the possibilities. Was it possible she thought he had kidnapped her? No, that would be impossible..the fox was with her when she awoke....so, what could it have been then?

Looking over at the fox, he smiled at the animal. "It was not a problem. He found us actually, so it all worked out for the best. I did in fact try to talk to him....I thought he may have been ignoring me, but if he can only talk to you, it makes sense." Not really knowing what to say, he was relieved the fox could at least understand him. He felt foolish having conversations with the creature..only to have it stare back at him blankly.

Snapping out of his current funk, he would shoot out of his chair and bow. He had completely forgotten his manners during that giant kerfuffle. "Sagasu Yume, let me be the first to welcome you to the Toraono Dojo." He said proudly, raising his voice for dramatic effect.

 

[Sagasu Yume]

Ah no. Nothing like that… I was just surprised to wake up here… in your room… Why did you bring me here? Ano… that was rude. I mean, here to your bed… I mean, room... and not a couch. Forgive my boldness.

Her cheeks would yet again have their usual flare of bright red, face turned down, gaze fixed to the floor infront of where Asagao was. She was raised in a very traditional manner. No member of the attracted sex was to be allowed in your bedroom. Period. To be so brazenly placed into his bed was very taboo in her mind. It made her a little uncomfortable, uncertain as to his reasoning, and yet she felt like a risk taker. Oh yes! She was a rebel alright. Kissing a man she had just met and now being in his bedroom. It was more than her heart could take, pounding in her chest in a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration from the illicit nature of the scenario.

Taking the tea politely, she would purse her lips similar to the embouchure of a flutist and blow on the tea a little to cool it down. Her eyes would wander the room once more, taking in the sight of his crafts. Paintings, instruments, and other forms of art decorated the walls and spoke to his story about the cricket from the meadow.

His welcome to the Toraono’s clan dojo was met with a smile and a bow of her head. Of course that’s where she was. He had mentioned that he lived with the clan; it only made sense that it was where his room was. Reminding herself of where she was, she would blush yet again and place her piping hot cup down next to his. Rising to her feet, she would bow politely once more.

I have never been inside the dojo before. Would it be forward of me to request a tour? I met Toraono-sama once before as I mentioned, but it was a long time ago. I doubt he remembers.

Her nature dictated that she be as well-mannered as possible but she could barely think over the sound of the drum in her chest. CuRua’s warning from earlier about how he may have other intentions still ran through her head. Perhaps it was best she convinced him to convene to a more appropriate setting. Shinji would be freaking out if he knew where she was!

 

[Asagao]

Doing his best to fight off the embarrassment he felt; his flawless white skin remained pale and perfect despite the burning sensation he felt on the inside. The notion that placing her in his own bed had caused all this made the situation far more awkward. Never had he expected he would need to explain his actions, but for her sake he would try his best.

"I.." He began, but then suddenly stopped. Giving himself a moment to think about his words, he would need to take a tactful approach to this, he did not want his intentions to send the wrong message. "The Dojo is currently housing many foreign members of the clan. They traveled a great distance and have taken up all of the available guest rooms." He lied..to a degree. It was true that there were other members of the clan currently staying here, but for all the guest rooms to be taken up, there would need to be five times as many members staying here then there actually were. "As for just putting you on a couch somewhere. I did not think it proper to lay an unconscious guest in a random lobby out in the open where you were vulnerable." Staring into her eyes, his own would remain completely calm and unblinking. He had spent the majority of his youth lying, perfecting the ability to deceive others with words; this would be a walk in the park compared to previous jobs where he had to fib his way past security or personal guards in order to reach a marked target.

"I think that a tour is a splendid idea" He smiled and nodded his head enthusiastically. "I think I may have the perfect place to began." A small chuckle escaped his lips, as the wheels began to turn in his head. "Come on. Come along now." Holding out his hand, he would wait for her to take it. She was most likely still dazed from hitting her head, he did not want her standing up on her own unaware that she was still woozy and lightheaded.

Exiting the room, the shoji screen would slide shut and they would find themselves in a long corridor lit by large paper lanterns hanging on the wall. Still holding onto her hand, he would look at her, the orange glow illuminating the delicate features on her face, giving her the appearance of an enchanting kami. "Follow me, Lotus-san." Tugging on her arm, he would lead her through the winding maze that made up the interior of the Dojo. Ancient statues and artifacts decorated the walls; most likely things Master-Toraono had collected throughout his life. The Dojo always had a tranquil atmosphere about it, it always seemed peaceful and in perfect harmony. Stopping outside of a door, an ordinary door, there was absolutely nothing special or unique about it, it almost seemed out of place. Letting go of her hand he would enter it, leaving her behind. After a few seconds he would return with a grin stretching from ear to ear. "We are now ready. Please, follow me just a little bit longer." Intertwining his fingers with hers again, he led her to a different doorway. This one was large double door. It had symbols and markings carved all around it, it was a very impressive work of art. "After You.."

Entering the room, she would step into an illustrious dining hall. The food he had prepared for them earlier had been spoiled during the commotion, so he had gone to the chef's quarters and inquired about a meal. The room itself was incredible. It was where everyone in the clan would gather and feast during special occasions. Asagao wasn't exactly sure what the rules were about bringing girls there with the intention of impressing them, but he had to figure Kuro would not be too angry about it....he hoped.

"Please, sit." He said, pulling out her chair for her. After she had been seated, he would walk around to the other side and take the seat directly across from her. "I asked the Master-Chef to prepare whatever it was he had in the kitchen - it was the only way he would agree to help me out, so this may be a bit of a surprise as to what we are actually going to eat." He laughed, a pain of guilt burrowing into his heart from having lied to her earlier. The truth of why he had brought her to his room was to bring them closer. He wanted her to get to know him better, to see him for who he really was. His personal items in his room told a story his words would never be able to fully describe and do justice. Above all he had wanted to impress her and open up a piece of his private life to her. And so he had...and of course he could never tell her this, at least not yet anyway.

[Marked for Training]

 

[Sagasu Yume]

She would find that his reasons for placing her in his room were sound. What reason did she have to doubt him? He hadn’t done anything to her or said anything that would make her question his dependability. It was true that placing her where everyone would see her could potentially open up the possibility for dangerous people to kidnap her, even if it would be a very ballsy thing to do under the roof of Toraono. As she took his hand, CuRua would watch just how he interacted with Yume. From what the fox could tell he was just helping her stand making sure that she didn’t hit her head again but there was something that the fox still wasn’t completely sure about. The expression on Yume’s face was as if she were in the most pleasant dream, taking in the dojo and all of the decorations that individually appeared eclectic but managed to flow and have some semblance of balance.

His hand would slip from hers only to have her watch him move passed a non-descript door. A glance down to CuRua left them both puzzled as neither knew what he was up to. Their noses had picked up the scents of food growing stronger as they walked but what purpose did Asagao have in going into the kitchen? Before they could muse on it much longer he would return and take Yume’s hand, this time his fingers slipping between hers in a more familiar manner. The fox bristle with irritation at this gesture, a quiet growl rumbling from his small chest. The Inuzuka would pay no heed to her companion but rather just allowed herself to be swept away by Asagao’s mysterious charm. An audible gasp would leave her lips as her fingers would meet above the bridge of her nose and cover her mouth. As she was ushered to her chair, she couldn’t help but look around the dinning hall and be impressed by the carvings and filigree.

This is amazing. My family could never dream of having such nice things and here they are so abundant. The Inuzuka compound is a little more ornate but Shinji and I don’t live there. Even still, nothing quite this beautiful.

They would be interrupted by the chef pushing through the adjoining doors to the kitchen with a tray in his hands. Brining it to the table he would place a large bowl of broth containing rice noodles, chunks of meat both raw and cooked, and chopped green onions. A smaller tray would be placed between them that held bean sprouts and basil if they so chose to add it to their meal. Each of them would be presented with a mug of hot tea, kettle containing more of the soothing beverage to the side. Even the fox was tended to as a plate of meat and a dish of warm milk was placed on the floor for him to consume. Taking her tea in both hands, she uses it to warm her fingers, inhaling the aroma of the leaves and looking at Asagao through the steam. While she was still timid it was apparent that she was becoming more comfortable with his presence. Her green eyes would meet his unique irises, determined to hold the gaze as long as she could manage. Even as the blush creeped over her cheek bones again, she held the look.

So what brought you here, to the dojo? You’ve told me about being raised by your Isaka-sensei. You must have some sort of story.

 

[Asagao]

Glancing around the room, his eyes would follow hers and settle in on everything she was looking at. He could vividly remember just how impressed with the dining hall he had been; her reaction almost duplicated his own. "Yes, it is quite magnificent is it not?" He mused, still unable to believe he was actually allowed to eat in such grand fashion; it was something he would most likely never truly be comfortable with, he felt so out of place in such a luxurious setting. "If truth be told, I come from a very humble background, so this is not at all...me." He would chuckle to himself feeling slightly embarrassed; his head tilting down to face his soup, almost as if he were trying to hide. Looking up, he was suddenly struck by something she had said. A name. Was it her brother? It had to be! She had briefly mentioned she had one, but had not given a name earlier - this had to be him! Taking the opportunity to extract more information about her personal life...he would not - could not - let this moment pass by. "Shinji?" He would say the name, his head turning to the side curiously, as if he hadn't just been plotting ways to broach the subject. "Is that your brother?" He questioned, wondering just what this Shinji guy would think if he knew his sister was out having dinner with him right now. Would he be ok with that? Brother sister relationships could be very tricky sometimes. Asagao felt it would be a good idea to probe a little deeper, see what he may have to deal with if he chose to pursue Yume in the future. "Tell me about him? Are you two close? What type of guy is he?" A wide smile flashed across his face innocently as he stared at her, now feeling uncomfortable due to the silence, as he waited for her to answer.

Crashing through the door, the food had finally arrived. Welcoming the distraction, Asagao's attention would instantly be drawn to the meal. Eagerly awaiting his dinner, his stomach would growl as the hot bowl of soup would be placed in front of him. Grabbing his spoon, he would dip it into the soup and bring the first bite up to his lips. Hot lines of steam would snake up in wavy trails, the aroma smelling so savory it made his mouth water. Taking in a mouthful, the buttery broth would slide down his throat, as he chewed on bits of onion and raw meat. Exhaling with pleasure, the hot soup warmed his chest. Glancing up, he would make eye contact with Yume, her soft gaze sending his heart a race. What an odd turn of events; who would have imagined that he would be having dinner with this girl after meeting at the lake this afternoon? It would appear Mother Suna was smiling down upon him this evening, putting this enchanting lady in his life. "Fate.." He would mumble under his breath bemused, before realizing he had just said that out loud. Scrambling about, he would place down his spoon and pull the napkin from his lap out and wipe his mouth, trying to distract from from what he had just whispered; thankfully it would appear she had not heard, and begin to ask questions of her own.

Leaning up in his seat, his eyes would grow wide as she too was now digging for more information. Sitting back, he felt the warm sensation in his chest grow cold. He did not know what to say, for he did not enjoy talking about his past. Not wanting to lie to her, though at the same time not wanting to divulge everything, he opted to tell the truth, yet remain somewhat vague on most of the details.

"Ahh.." He said, placing down his napkin, trying his best to cover up his rattled nerves. "As I mentioned earlier...Isaka was not the easiest, nor the kindest, person to live with. After his passing I was lost. I had done a great many things I was not proud of, all of them out of misplaced loyalty. I sought out the Dojo for guidance. I was hoping that belonging to an order of such a noble house would help me find peace." He smiled, thinking how foolish he had been. "In many ways they have helped me...but in other ways I am still in need of direction." Before joining the clan, he had not known of the Toraono clan's violent nature. Their clan was a brutal bunch that decided everything with a sword. In many ways Asagao did not fit, for he was done with shedding blood for personal gain or to claim victory over another. He wanted to live a calm life where violence was a distant memory of a time old and forgotten. But at the same time he would be eternally grateful to Master-Toraono for excepting him and giving his life new meaning.

[Marked for Training]

 

[Sagasu Yume]

For a moment she would savour the aroma of the meal that was in front of her. With a small nod and mumble, Yume would offer a simple prayer of thanks to Mother Suna and to the first men for allowing their freedoms and the abundance of food that managed to make its way to the village. It always struck Yume as rather lucky that they were able to farm and trade as well as they did with the Maelstrom ever swirling above their heads. Taking up her chopsticks, she would mix the rare meat under the noodles to allow it to cook longer. Using a spoon she would taste the broth and smile with appreciation for the warmth that spread through her whole body… but something was missing. Taking up a bottle of hot sauce and a brown sauce, she would stir in spurts of each until it reached the flavour which she preferred. Collecting some noodles, she would have them half in her mouth when she realized that the question of Shinji still remained unanswered. Gulping down the noodles, she would clear her throat and blush, a little embarrassed that she was caught with her mouth full.

Ah… heh, yes. Shinji is my brother. Sagasu Shinjin. We were each named after something worth searching for because that’s what Sagasu means… to look for. Our father was Riki, and he was named that because his father thought it worthy to look for strength. Shinjin means belief… and Yume, as you know, means dreams. I suppose we all follow our namesake a little. Shinji always wants to fight for what he believes in. If he has no purpose, he is just as happy to waste his time with… er… pleasurable company.

We are incredibly close. We grew up on the outskirts of the village so we didn’t really know hang out with the other kids our ages. We were best friends growing up. Shinji knew more people than I did because he was around when the village was above ground. I wasn’t; I was born down here. Anyway, when my mother died, the family invited me home to live with them but they don’t recognize him as one of us since he doesn’t have the traits of our bloodline. That’s why Shinji and I don’t live there. I wouldn’t leave him because he’s MY family. Family is about who you love… not who you are similar to. My aunt blames my father for my mother’s death. She thinks that if she married the cousin she was betrothed to that Shinji would have the bloodline and that our mother would still be alive.

Dipping her head down, Yume swallows the words that threaten to continue to fall from her lips, thinking that perhaps she was letting a stranger know too much about who she and Shinji were. It was one thing for her brother to sleep with whomever he chose but it was likely that he didn’t tell those women about their family dynamics. That wasn’t important when it came to enjoying himself, she was certain. Her utensils found their way into her hand again and she slurped up more noodles and pieces of meat, now thoroughly cooked in the broth. Swapping her chopsticks for her spoon, she would take a few mouthfuls of the soup in an effort to maintain the silence while her thoughts swirled. CuRua listened to their conversation and glanced at Yume with inquisition as her thoughts tumbled from her consciousness to his. Without warning, she would place her spoon down and continue her rant.

Besides, who are they to say who someone should love? Shouldn’t a person marry the one they love rather than who would better suit the family’s endeavours? That’s what marriage is about right? Not to mention, that clan is so infatuated with maintaining integrity that their habits border on incest. My own aunt accused me of being seduced by my brother. Can you believe that? She thinks that he is trying to keep me to himself! Why would he want to do such a sickening thing like that when he can have any woman, and has had almost all of them, in the Red Lights?

…oh my goodness… I’m sorry. You didn’t need to know any of that. My brother is a good person. He really is. He treats me very well. Don’t think badly of him because of how he spends his recreational time. He doesn’t do anything illegal… and I do love my brother, just not *THAT* way.

The burst of indignation had passed and was now replaced with embarrassment. How could she have lacked the control to keep their family affairs private? Her gaze was fixated on the soup in front of her as she continued to eat but not daring to do any more with her mouth than that.




[[OOC: How I imagine the awkward silent (with crappy chibi art) <LINK>... can't you just hear the crickets?]]

 

[Asagao]

A single noodle clung to his chopsticks dangling off of the tip; the slimy string of food wafted under the pressure of his breath as his mouth hung open agape. A still silence sat between them like an unwanted guest, Asagao knew he needed to say something, he needed to try and change the energy in the room...but how? What was he supposed to say to that? He wasn't even really sure what had just happened. Sliding off of his chopsticks, the last remaining noodle fell back down into the bowl; tiny droplets of broth splashed out onto the tabletop; his eyes were darting in every direction but her own, he didn't know what to say or to do in this situation - he was lost. Feeling a burning sensation creep up the back of his neck, Asagao suddenly felt incredibly uncomfortable...dare we even say embarrassed? This was quite the uncommon ground for the man, for dinner and conversation with an attractive woman was usually his forte, but this conversation was just as uncommon as the way he was currently feeling. Clearing his throat, he sat up straight and adjusted his apparel. Calmly picking up his napkin he brushed away the mess from his soup in one gentle swipe. Refolding his napkin, he would just as calmly return it to his lap and once again focus his gaze upon her. Feeling a subtle twinge in his heart, her gaze would not be returned, she wasn't even looking at him. With her head slumped low, she stared into her bowl almost as if she were trying to hide herself inside of it. This image of her was one too sweet to ignore. It was a subtle reminder of just how awkward and innocent she truly was. It reminded him of why he liked her in the first place.

"Your brother has done a wonderful job in raising you. I commend him for it." He said, attempting to lighten the mood and show her that her awkward conversation had not altered the way he viewed her one bit. "Maybe your aunt is just confused. Isn't it slightly unusual for members of a clan to live separate from the compound? Clans are usually tight knit groups, correct?" He questioned, while retrieving another bundle of noodles from his bowl. Placing the noodles in his mouth, he chewed, swallowed, and then continued. "Maybe she just has a very traditional way of looking at things which clouds her thoughts and opinions?" He smiled, once again trying his best to twist the negative atmosphere and turn it into a positive one. "However, I do agree and really like your take on love and marriage. It is a position I would not have guessed you'd take on this particular subject." A light chuckle escaped his lips, before taking in another mouthful of noodles. Looking up, he would notice that her appearance had not changed. She was not engaging him in conversation and her head remained down facing her food. Suddenly feeling shallow and uncaring, Asagao would attempt to correct his improper behavior.

Setting down his chopsticks, he would politely place them in the bowl and slowly back his chair away from the table. Standing up, he would walk around the ancient dining table; its dark, richly colored wood was marked and engraved with all manner of clan insignia's and symbols. Pulling out the chair that was on her right, he would sit down and smile at her. Bridging the gap between them, he felt as though she had just opened up to him about some very personal issues that were currently fracturing her relationship with her relatives and he had been taking the matter much too lightly. He felt he ought to do more. "I know I do not know you as well as I would like, but I do not see how anyone could judge you so harshly. It would appear you are better off with your brother. He seems to be all the clan you need." Leaning forward he would softly pat the back of her hand, consoling her, just as she had done for him when he had opened up about Isaka.

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[Sagasu Yume]

Th-thank you… and yes, it is unusual. For some clans it’s very normal but as you can imagine the Inuzuka function as a pack. I wish tradition was her motivation but it’s not. She’s afraid I will further ‘dilute’ the bloodline like Mom did if I don’t find someone with the same traits. The only reason I wasn’t disowned is because of my connection to CuRua.

Her face shed its stony mask and was aglow with pride as she looked down to her fox. Despite the family difficulties it was apparent that she wouldn’t trade the kin she did have for anything in the world. Looking up from his bowl, the fox would make is way over to rub against her pale leg while making cooing noises. Letting out a silent giggle, she would lean down and scratch between his ears, urging the pleasing noises to intensify. She would hear Asagao speak but wouldn’t look up from playing with her companion as the fox playfully bit her fingers, instead acknowledging his words with a nod. It wasn’t until she felt his hand on hers that she would bring her eyes about to meet his; her frame freezing in place as her eyes widened and her mind began to analyze the situation. His actions were comforting but the contact from a male that had shown interest in her elicited a different reaction within her chest than one would expect from a soothing gesture. Her heart began to pound and her chest moved in slight rapid motions as her breathing sped up, ears ringing a little just to make matters worse. Her green orbs darted from his hand up to his eyes that were gazing back, filled with understanding and comfort. Glancing down for a second, she would let her stare wander his lips drawn up in a soft smile that held no ill intentions but her mind couldn’t stop returning to that moment in the cavern. How did Shinji do this? Was he just desensitized to his emotions from abusing them?

She would force a smile with closed eyes and try to calm her nerves by regulating her breathing despite her primal instinct to hide and protect herself while she was so vulnerable. Her tactics would seem to work except for the telltale blush that revealed her discomposure. Opening her eyes again, her vision would be filled with his features, prompting the same response as before she had attempted to push it away. Her body began to lean in, entranced and captivated by his eyes, lower lip quivering ever so slightly as she draws in a deep breath to seal her decision. Her first kiss she wasn’t prepared for but this would be on her terms. What was the harm in seeing if she would stay conscious this time? At least she was sitting down. Her intention would be clear as an awkward silence would overtake the situation and she drew closer but the moment would be broken before she could make contact as she jerks back with a yelp and a scowl down to the floor where CuRua had just sunk his teeth into her ankle. It wasn’t deep enough to cut but it was enough to pull her from the dazed trance.

What in the name of Mother Suna and all of her handmaidens was THAT for?

What do you think you’re doing?

I was going to kiss him.

And then what? Bed him? What would your ancestors think? Or Shinji?

I need to go. I’m sorry. I really should head home. It’s nothing you said or did or didn’t do. I just… I shouldn’t be here.<i></i>

Electricity coursed through Yume’s veins as her friend remarked about how her family would react to such behavior. Just because Shinji acted in ways that were less than honorable didn’t mean that he would tolerate such things from his sister, no matter how innocent her intentions. She would be on her feet and taking a step back, eyes wide once more as she would stammer out her apologies for her abrupt needing to depart. It would be a moment before she realized a critical error in her assertation. Blushing with embarrassment, she would bow her head and look up with a guilty expression followed by a nervous giggle.

Ah… Asagao… I don’t know where the door out is.


[MFT; WC:745]

 

[Asagao]

The connection was there, that was plain to see. She had wanted to kiss him, meaning that the attraction between them was mutual. The small fox on the other hand had obvious issues with her interest in him; Asagao had had his suspicions about the fox's intentions from the get go, but he had been unsure just how personal their relationship truly was. It would seem that the fox was much more than just a typical companion like Tayori was to him. No, these two's bond was something else...something much more personal. Taking in a deep breath, Asagao would attempt to remain as calm and poised as possible, doing his best to hide his obvious disappointment. Although he had not been anticipating or even lusting for another kiss, the fact that she had so blatantly wanted to, but instead chose not to, left Asagao feeling somewhat emotionally deflated. "It is quite all right, Yume-san. Here, allow me to lead you to the door." He smiled halfheartedly, while standing up. Pushing his seat in, he would spy the fox out the corner of his eye and wonder what the little furry beast's game truly was? Did he love Yume? Was he jealous that Asagao had been able to accomplish in one night what he had not been able to do in years? Was the animal really that petty?

Walking over to Yume, his eyes would trace over her delicate facial features before settling in on her eyes. The soft green tugged at his heart and her bashful behavior made him smile. All of the anger and animosity he had been feeling began to slowly melt away, just like the last bit of winter's snow as spring began to gently settle in. Moving closer his heart began to race. He was remembering her flush cheeks only moments ago when she had attempted to be so bold and steal a kiss from him, just as he had done earlier in the meadow. She had wanted him then, she had wanted his lips on her own - so why deny her such a simple desire? Reaching out he would take hold of her hand, just as he had done all evening long. Their fingers would intertwine, locking together; Asagao would stare passionately into her eyes and forcefully pull her in close to him. With her body now firmly pressing up against his chest, with no words spoken, he would dip her down, arching her back slightly in his arms and tilting her head back in his hands, pressing his lips against her own. If the fox had any issues with this - than so be it! If he wanted to bite Asagao as he had bit her - than so be it! Asagao would take the pain, for what was pleasure without a little pain anyway?

Releasing her lips from his own, he would continue holding her dipped in his arms for a moment longer and then peck her one last time on her lower lip, before raising her back to her feet. "Now, I will show you to the door, but it would be my honor to walk you home, if you would so allow me to?"

 

[Sagasu Yume]

The touch of his hand was enough to prepare her as his interlocked fingers assured her that he wouldn’t let her fall this time. Her body offered no resistance as he pulled her closer, confirming to her that he had understood what she had just tried to do and was taking control of the situation, unwilling to let her slip away so easily. The sound of beating hearts eclipsed all other ambient noises and his piercing stare brought all cognitive thought to a halt. For a second the world seemed suspended again only to be turned on its head at Asagao dipped the young lady in his arms and kissed her with more fire than he had afforded earlier. His free hand would find the back of her head, stopping her neck from having to take all the strain of being partially upside down, fingers gently knotting themselves in her hair. Her own hands would grip at his back in part to keep her from toppling over but mostly due to the instinct of wanting to be held tighter.

Behind her, CuRua would arch his back and puff out his fur in protest but made no sound to interrupt. He scanned her expression for some sense of discomfort but found none. The emotions that he felt cascading from his companion stated what he hated to admit: She was enjoying herself. Turning about, he would sit and wait, staring ahead at the door out of the room in hopes to block out any thoughts that Yume might be inclined to share. He knew full well that he could never love her as a human could, but he also knew that no human could understand her quite like he was able to.

The room span a little as she was placed back on her feet, still clinging to this Casanova whom had wandered into her life. She saw his lips move and heard his voice envelope her foggy senses, gently pulling her back from her reverie.

Yes… uh, Yes. Please. That would be very kind of you.

As she followed him out, her hand would stay laced with his, not entirely sure what she wanted from this man but very glad she had met him. It was a peculiar and unsettling feeling for her to be so illogical and emotionally driven. Her thoughts would push out in an attempt to reach her four-legged friend only to be met by a wall that made cold steel seem friendly. She had her suspicions on how he felt but could only imagine how he must feel to see someone getting so close to her when he had always had Yume to himself. She would tug on Asagao’s hand to bring him to a stop so that she could speak to him in a low whisper.

Look, I just need to clear something up. I’m not usually like this. I’m not used to being so… familiar with people, let alone males. I hope I didn’t give you the impression that I’m… easy. It’s just that I’ve never… before… like I said. I’ve never kissed someone and I’ve just met you so this was a little crazy.

I… I would like to get to know you better… as a friend… as a person.



[MFT; WC:556]

 

[Asagao]

The electric spark shared between them during their first kiss was gone. That magic feeling in the meadow that ignited the moment their lips first met was not present at all during their second. Whatever had caused Yume to pull away from her own desires of wanting to reach out to him was now in total control. Even though she kept her fingers intertwined with his, it did not feel the same as before. There was now an awkwardness building up inside of Asagao; he had overshot and misjudged the moment sending the entire night into a downward spiral. He should have realized that her stepping away was not an invitation, but a sign to withdraw - sadly, though, he did not. What had been an enchanting evening now felt somewhat sullied by his forceful actions.

"That is perfectly fine. I understand completely. I do not think you are easy, and I am truly sorry if I did anything to make you feel uncomfortable." He murmured in response, a hot fire of embarrassment rising underneath his collar. Letting go of her hand, the connection that had tethered them the entire night was now broken. He felt it better not to act so familiar with her from now on; it would seem he had already given her the wrong impression of himself, so he would not continue to do so. "A friend is more than I could have asked for." He smiled, trying his best to hide the uncomfortable emotions that were crawling throughout his body. "This way to the door." Lifting his arm, he would gesture to the nearest exit and walk with her to the front gate entrance. Opening the gate, he would hold it ajar for her and follow her outside in tow. The faint glow from the chakra lanterns painted the shadowy cavern walls a soft orange. Unable to find his words, the normally silver tongued assassin was without so much as a syllable to speak.

He would silently follow her to her building, the easy conversations that dominated the day were all but extinct on his part. He was worried that anything he may say now could be taken the wrong way. He did not want her to see his actions as lustful, though he had most likely already failed at that. Standing with her outside of her house, the doorway framed her delicate body, causing him to chuckle at her petite physique. "I had a wonderful day with you, Yume-san." He finally managed to say. "It was an honor to get to know you and spend so much time with you." Giving her a half bow, he would smile warmly and then spin on his heels, departing back to the Toraono compound, exiting her presence just has quickly and unexpectedly as he had entered it.

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[Sagasu Yume]

The silence persisted as she was escorted home, afraid that if she opened her mouth again she would simply make a fool of herself. The disheartened tone only cut deeper, but she deserved that right? She was different than most people and maybe if that wasn’t so she would have known how to handle this better. Didn’t he say it was because she was different that he liked her though? Was this the paradox that came with getting close to another human being? She kept pace as her mind swirled, absently leading the way to her house on the lower levels.

His words of departure were cold but she managed to see one last smile over his lips as he chuckled about something. Her hand would reach out to stop him, to catch his fingers and beg for understanding. She was so new at this but she understood feelings well enough to know she had hurt his. Never had she felt so foolish. She was certain she understood his motives but maybe, just maybe, for once in her life she was wrong. Her fingertips would brush inches away from his as he departed and she stood there in the doorway watching as he disappeared down the street.

((whispered)) An honour doesn’t do the opportunity justice. I don’t know if it means anything to you, but you will always be my first kiss. I wish I understood this stuff better, Asagao-san. I guess in some ways I’m still a child.

She would bite her lip as she entered the house, brushing off her feet on the welcome mat and rushing upstairs before she could be greeted by her brother. He would call after her, asking where she had been and what was wrong, taking a step up the stairs only to be stopped by CuRua’s paw on his foot. The fox would shake his head and look down, a gesture that only could mean one thing: She wanted to be alone. Scooping up the fox, Shinji would take him over to the couch and lay down, letting him curl up on his chest as he ran his fingers through the fennec’s fur. Upstairs small noises could be heard but they both knew better than to check it out.

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She had heard Shinji call after her and blatantly ignored it. She didn’t want to talk to him, to tell him of her first kiss, how much she liked it. She didn’t want to ask him questions about the women he’d been with, what they meant to him, if any thing. She didn’t want to be touched or talked to or comforted. Slamming her door behind her, she would throw herself onto her bed and curl up with a pillow hugged tight to her chest. She didn’t understand it. She could slice people open, stab needles into the nerves, do complex and horrific procedures, and yet experimenting with emotions was beyond her grasp. Her cheek would rub against the pillow, eyes closed tight, as she wondered what would have happened if she didn’t pull away. Would he have been patient with her? CuRua couldn’t have been right and he probably knew it, so then why was he acting so weird about it? Was he jealous?

Her mind swam with unanswered questions that only lead to more queries. Eventually it would be too much and the tears would start to flow. Why was this so difficult? Wasn’t she an adult? Shouldn’t she experience these things? Her last thought as she faded to sleep was simple: She wished her mother was here. She would know what to do.

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