Got A Secret, Can You Keep It? [Saemon]

[Kokomo]

A Few Hours After Arriving From Here...​

The body of the duchess was in autopsy in search of finger prints, or perhaps, a hint of false play had there been any. The mission was a failure, and after an ambush, and left the beautiful Kitanai left in a hospital room of her own. The life-threatening wounds were patched up quickly with jutsu, but were still a little sore. Her face, on the other hand, was taken care of in a more traditional manner. A butterfly bandage on her eyebrow, and her hand held a bag of nice to her forehead in attempt to cease the headache from a blow.

A scream echoed through the halls as the doctor's hands pulled away after snapping her broken nose back in place. "Augh! Oh Raiden!" She cried, her eyes watering up as the blood gushed from her nose again, and the doctor held a rag to her nose, taking the ice packet away and directing her to hold it herself. "Fuck!" The doctor gave a slight smirk, amused as she stood with the clipboard in hand.

"Well, that should be it. You should be ready to go,"

"What, no grub?" The doctor gave an exasperated sigh as she nodded slowly, "Alright, fine. It'll be in in a minute."

"Make sure you send any visitors directly in." Kitanai said as she left the room. She wanted to make sure that she'd be available if her 'date' showed up, the rag being held to her nose swelling with red as she sat there, kicking her feet, her face paler than usual (if that was possible) from the blood loss and her head beginning to get dizzy again.

"Maybe they'll learn I'm an assassin, not a guard, now." She muttered to herself in reference to the mission she was given.

 

[Hanone]

Saemon had filled a few hours since the bloodbath that morning with reports, tending to his own wounds and dealing with a young boy, Mouko. Good kid..

But after it was all done and over, and Saemon had at least 3 shots in him, the hulking mountain of a man made his way to the makeshift hospital. Since the attack on the village little had been done to repair the damage of the healing building. There was words of things in the works, but for now everyone was tended to in small plaster walled rooms and tents. There were a few better, more sanitary selections for the particularly injured or ill, but seeing as the Djinn has managed to kill almost all the sick and infirm the first time around, there weren't many people to tend to, save the injuries.

Saemon approached the main greeting area. The woman at the front, a rather plump looking woman with small eyes, was very willing to help Saemon... batting her thin eyes n all. After she personally directed him to the room he was seeking out, she slowly walked away, giving the tall, wounded shinobi a rather come hither expression... he was certain she'd try to ask him out before the day was through.

The door was solid enough when Saemon knocked, which gave him hope she was being treated in a good room, then came in without invitation. The space was small, but white and smelled clean, save the blood and slight vanilla. The former made him clench his jaw and the latter relaxed him slightly. It was an odd sensation to be angered and relieved at the same time.

The sight of her twisted in his gut like a knife. She was well healed and bandaged, but the fact remained...

For a moment the man stood at the door, similar to a statue in stillness. His hand laid softly on the handle of the door, and he took took long closing it behind himself. What he did next might have surprised her. The lengths of his worry and guilt were a heavy burden scratched deep in the expressions of his usually passive face. He came to his knees before her and pressed his scruffy face to her wounded body. "I was late, Kiti-chan. Your injuries... " There was a dark look that passed over his face, though it would be mostly hidden by her own body. It was a shadow of the feelings he'd felt in that fight, the one he was still mentally fighting now. "I would kill them all again for it if I could." His anger was a growing thing, one he snuffed out by forcing himself to breathe in her scent.

If he was a crying man, it might have happened, but he would do no such thing as long as he lived. Instead he came back to his feet and leaned over her body, slipping his bulky arms around her small frame. He could feel her heartbeat and hear her breathing. What if another man had been sent in his stead... would she even be there now? How swiftly things had changed for him. Kitanai had slipped into his heart and held fast with an iron grip, probably very unknowingly on her end.

 

[Kokomo]

The rag seemed to of done it's job as she wiped the blood from her nose and tossed it into a biohazard bin, checking for any extra blood she could wipe off. She couldn't wait for her sister to bring her her extra clothes so she could change out of the horrible tragedy of a hospital gown that she wore only her underwear under. Her clothing had been ruined by the mess, and she'd have to get a new one tailor made.

The door opened, and Kita's head turned, ready to accept any food that was about to be offered to her, only to be pleasantly surprised. Her black hair cascading down her back, and her raspberry lips slightly open as her blue eyes looked to the new body in the room longingly.

They didn't say anything for a long while. He just looked at her, and she at him. He was beaten up, as always, but didn't seem to mind it too much. He looked almost as though his injuries were just a simple fact of life.

But soon enough, he strode over to her, dropping to his knees, which she didn't see coming at all, and buried his face into her stomach, his arms moving around her as she sat awkwardly on the medical table, caught off guard by the movement.

Her hands moved around him as she bit her lip and searched for comforting words. Not only was Kitanai a shit chef, but she was worse at comforting. Her lips curled up slightly as her dainty hand moved up at down his body for a moment, "Hey, I'm alive." She started, her eyes searching for his as he pulled away from her, "Besides, I heard chicks dig scars."

An amused smile came to her face as he pulled her against his chest, her long legs slipping on either side of his body so she could get closer to him--in a similar manner that they had in her kitchen. Her head leaning against his chest as she took in a slow breath, her arms wrapped around him and her hands resting on his shoulderblades.

"Thank you, Saemon," Kitanai (if you haven't noticed) never gave him a nickname. She never shortened his name. Not since she heard the other girl of his life repeat 'Sae' over and over, and never giving him the full respect of his name. Everyday she found herself pulling farther and farther away, trying to escape admitting any similarities with the girl.

 

[Hanone]

The embrace lasted long enough for Saemon to feel soothed by the contact, then withdrew from the embrace, but did not move so far away he could not touch her if he wanted to. Some of his regular composure returned to his image as he looked down on the girl sitting on the medical exam table. "Hm." he replied to her gratitude. Seeing her alive and well was enough to remove his worries. Scars meant nothing to him and wounds only mattered if they were fatal. Her broken nose would be hard for her to bear for a while, given she would end up with duel black eyes and a puffy face for a while, but that would be all. Medics would even be able to make sure her nose didn't look deformed after it healed.

That left the other part of his anger, the one that stemmed from the whole situation. Kitanai didn't seem like the type to be alright with the demands of someone else, and probably not from her boyfriend either, but Saemon's anger got the best of him sometimes... or most the time. He was a violent man by nature and full of deep running emotion. So the fact remained she had almost died. "Why the fuck were you on an escort mission on your own? The risk for potential threat level increase during an escort mission is so high, they should be treated as potential S rank missions no matter their base danger level." he was angry and it was getting worse. The large man stepped away from her and stepped toward the wall near the door. He knew if he punched it, he'd put a hole through it. "What would have happened if they hadn't reached me? If no one had been around to save you." His teeth were gritted and his fists balled. "Goddamn it Kitanai, you're not strong enough on your own for that... and the girl is dead. It could have been you instead of her."

 

[Kokomo]

It was a feeling she was getting used to: being pulled away all to soon. He stepped back and gave her a hard look, and she could feel it resonating from him. A sort of power that mimicked the sucking of the air in the desert, but it was more metaphysical this time. It pulled her and then his words came out, throwing her against the wall of regret and embarrassment. The only man in the world who could make her feel small and worthless.

And yet, she wouldn't shrink away. She had done that once before, and watched how much he hated to see her this way. He wanted her to get angry. He wanted to argue. It didn't make much sense to her, but if that's what he wanted, she'd give it to him. Though, at the same time, despite the way he spoke, she could hear the worry in his voice. She could see it, masked under the flames.

"What would happen if no one was there? I would have died trying." Her voice wasn't yelling as it usually would have in an argument, but rather, it was stern and hardened. "I would have died proudly in the name and honor of my village. That's what we do, Saemon. We go out. We fight. We die."

She stayed seated, crossing her ankles as she kept her eyes staring around the room, anywhere but where he was, "And unless you're into starting a family and opening a little...I don't know....fucking..." Her hands raised as she searched for the term, "café!" She decided leaning back again as she shook her head, "Then you live to die...and I guess I've still got time to do what I need to do." She said referring to the money she was raising.

She took in a slow breath and shrugged a little, keeping herself calm, yet a little offended, "If it makes you feel any better, I've been suspended for awhile from higher ranked missions. So I'll be safe."

 

[Hanone]

He stayed at the wall, his eyes focusing before him. The dull, abstract white shapes on the surface took his gaze and distracted it for the time being, though his mind was completely elsewhere. His shoulder muscles loosened from the way the woman was taking his reaction. He had been ready for rage or for tears. Her passive responses were easier. Logical. The edge of his anger waned.

Despite his anger and reaction a moment before regarding her well being, he wasn't pleased to hear she had been removed from the higher ranking missions either. She wasn't incapable.. Sighing, the man pivoted on the balls of his feet, turning smoothly. His dull eyes looked tired and his skin was a little light from the blood loss earlier, but his body was still stern and harsh, reflecting his turmoil. His eyes dragged over her slight form and thought of a new solution. I It was very possible she wouldn't take him up on the offer, but it was better he tried.

"Do you want me to train with you, Kiti?" He didn't actually know what she could do or could not do. He didn't know almost anything about this woman... a thought that only further distressed his troubled mind. It would serve two purposes; for one thing, he could teach her to fight better, stronger... and two he would learn so much about her. A person's fighting style spoke leagues about who they were.

 

[Kokomo]

He seemed as satisfied as Saemon could get, if he could be, with the way she responded. She watched him physically cool down, and the corner of her lips twitched a bit and threatened to smile, but she figured it wasn't the time. Rather, she sat there, waiting for another slur on how it didn't matter if it was her job, and that she should of been more careful blah blah blah--

But that wasn't what he said.

He offered to train with her, and both of her eyebrows shot up, her eyes widening slightly at the offer. Never before had she figured he would ask her such a thing. Never before did she think anyone would suggest that.

Now, Kitanai was a woman of pride. She was straight to the bone pig headed and confident about herself. She wasn't one to admit her flaws willingly, especially to someone close to her. There was something about keeping an appearance up, and her head high, that was more promising than admitting defeat. In the eyes of her lover, certainly, she didn't want to appear lesser. And yet, she couldn't help but feel it would be a sort of bonding they would need. Spending certain days feeling the way each other moved in their own unique way.

Saemon was a monster of a man, and there was no doubt in her mind that he was much more powerful than she was. That pride was buried in the back of her mind, screaming at her not to dare take such an offer. A trainer. Bah. She didn't need a trainer. She didn't want a trainer. She had denied her siblings help for years.

But maybe that's why she was so bad at close-combat.

She was an assassin. Kita was built to always have to upper hand. Hidden in the shadows, around a corner, on the ceiling. She was supposed to drop and kill on surprise. In the desert she was directly attacked by more men than she could handle, and it wasn't her forté and damn near got her killed.

"...yeah." There, she said it. "Yeah , I'd like that." She hopped off the medical table, her eyes narrowing a bit as she looked at him, and almost childishly said: "But don't you dare tell anybody!" There was the pride. Good 'ol crazy, beautiful, bullheaded Kitanai.

 

[Hanone]

Her expression was... cute. She hadn't expected that obviously and was struggling with it. More of his anger dissipated and he stepped closer to her, closing the gap between the now standing beauty and the beast. His hands came up, lifting from his sides and laid down upon her slim shoulders. "Promise." he uttered, then dipped his head and brushed his lips over her own.

When he lifted his head up again, he gave her a half smile and rubbed his large hands over the curves of her shoulders. He could feel the bumps of bandaging under the robing. He felt... raw. "Come on, get dressed. Let's leave here. I think..." it might not be the best idea, but after today, and realizing how little he actually knew the woman before him, but how she had bled and how he's bled for her already... she should be get a glimpse into his existence. It was the sort of thing he never shared with anyone. Mio had never been privy to meeting any of his family, neither had Koho.

Where he wanted to take Kiti was somewhere he had to be himself and couldn't hide anything. "...I think you could handle my mother and if nothing else, she cooks well."

Saemon hadn't seen her yet, even after promising her he would. She had no doubt gone nuts and come around again. She would probably be sober... and it would make her happy to. As far as the woman knew, Saemon was just a womanizer without real ambition in life. A legitimate girlfriend was unheard of. Well he'd leave it all a surprise for her.

 

[Kokomo]

Saemon's hands were so much bigger than even her shoulders. He could crush the blades with a single pinch if he so desired. And yet, his lips brushed hers for a moment, her eyes closing for those few seconds before fluttering back up and looking up at him with a half smile, mimicking his, before he moved away, telling her to get dressed.

"But all I have is....I...okay." Her sister had brought over an outfit earlier, and she had just sent her back to get something more her style--and from her house. She hadn't returned yet, and even worse, she hadn't gotten her food.

But then he told her who they were going to see. Her eyes flickered to him as she gave a somewhat confused look, trying to get past the idea that the only thing that caught her mind in the sentence was that she was a good cook. Kitanai smiled. Not a normal smile. One of those smiles that said something about them. About her. About him. A smile that echoed how happy she was with him. A powerful smile. A somewhat... scary smile.

"Okay." She dropped the gown, tossing it in the biohazard bin again as she got dressed in the outfit she loathed, moving to walk with him, resisting the urge to take his hand as she nodded onwards, "My sister likes to put me in dresses," She said, explaining the outfit, "Don't get used to it." She smirked with a wink.

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[Hanone]

The girl dressed herself, which again gave him a pang of regret seeing the wounds strewn about her body. Most were already healed, but the lines of the wounds did not vanish in a few hours. Some would be scars for the rest of her life.

He did not look away as she dressed herself and the pair left the hospital grounds without any trouble. He didn't know why Kitanai didn't like wearing dresses... she looked so nice in them.

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