What's new
Ninpocho Chronicles

Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy-ish setting storyline, set in an alternate universe World of Ninjas, where the Naruto and Boruto series take place. This means that none of the canon characters exists, or existed here.

Each ninja starts from the bottom and start their training as an Academy Student. From there they develop abilities akin to that of demigods as they grow in age and experience.

Along the way they gain new friends (or enemies), take on jobs and complete contracts and missions for their respective villages where their training and skill will be tested to their limits.

The sky is the limit as the blank page you see before you can be filled with countless of adventures with your character in the game.

This is Ninpocho Chronicles.

Current Ninpocho Time:

Is this goodbye? [private]

H

Hanone

Well-Known Ninja
Joined
Oct 22, 2012
Messages
1,724
Yen
164,017
ASP
0

Saemon had put this off too long already. Three days and no word to Kitanai. His heart ached now for her in a way he had been blind to a few days prior. At the time all he could see was Koho's back.. how he'd hurt his red queen. He had been concerned enough to be sure Kitanai hadn't been harmed while chasing the crimson haired woman, but he hadn't stopped to see about her heart.

The tall, mountain of a man felt as a tall as a flat field as he crossed over the streets. He knew where he was going and the land passed under his feet much faster than he'd anticipated. He was before her house, waiting on the doorstep, unable to lift a hand and knock on the faded wood. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and he tried to swallow it back down. It would not go.

Weakness pulled his hand, but still it came up. Threee small soft knocks. "Don't be home..." he prayed to the sky, if anyone was there above him. "Don't let her be home."

It was a coward's prayer, one birthed from self created greed. His heart never listened to reason and he had to let go, no matter how he felt otherwise. He could not have the fire and the wind, the fire was only fed by the wind's passion and grew to immeasurable heights. An inferno. And the wind.. he could not have her be the fire's fuel, something to be eaten up and destroyed because it went to high...

[topic entered]
 
Indeed, there was worry. The raven haired beauty had spent the past few days wrapped in the chaos of events, questioning herself and the motives of her own life. The purpose of her standing and her sister's brave words to her. And yet, depsite the advice she had given her, urging her to walk away, she couldn't do it. She was no coward in that situation, but rather she didn't feel it was for the better. Her mind couldn't truly believe that such a decision was saving him, but rather, feeding him, almost literally, to the lion.

The young lady was home today, with no particular course of her day, but rather her feet were kicked up ontop of her table as she leaned back in the chair, curling her bare toes as she flipped through the pages of a book she had neglected for awhile. Since her newfound pile of free time, she decided it had been best to fill it with something rather than worry and loathing not only of this mytsterious woman, but in herself as well.

Kitanai was a rather interesting character, with almost two different selves to her. The private self was the one that reigned today in her household as she stood, dressed in a simple pair of tighter black pants and a regular gray T-Shirt. There was nothing special to her apperance, and yet, the way that her bright eyes sparkled and her lucious locks sat on her shoulders and kissed and caressed her back made it all more glamorous than it really was.

A knock echoed to her door, and her natural love-sick mind jumped straight to the promise that Saemon had made a few days prior at the gate to see her. Her heart clenched in excitment. The young woman had mised him greatly, and bounded to her feet to skip across the hardwood floor to the door, standing on her toes with a light and happy aura to her as she peeked through the small peep-hole, throwing the door open.

"Ah! Saemon!" Her premonition was correct, and left her with the jovial hope as she backed away from the door, "Come in, come in~ I was beginning to worry you were hiding from me!" Her arms would shut the door behind him, not really giving him a choice to stay outside as she almost skipped back into the main room, pouring a glass of coffee and sliding it across the table towards him.

Kita could hardly contain her exictment. The small school girl in her screamed with delight to finally be back in his presence. She was totally and completely ignorant to the way he was moving. The sluggishness in him blinded by her sweet and sincere smile as she leaned against the counter, taking a sip of her own coffee. Her cyan eyes flickering lovingly in his direction, "How have you been? Keeping busy, I hope." She wasn't trying to seem too eager, in fear that it might scare him away, but at the same time, her stomach filled with familiar knots and her heart clenched gleefully.

Oh, ignorance, thou art blissful.
 
The door opened and he let his eyes fall to the ceiling-sky for a moment. Why? He asked the gods who never answered him except with mistreatment. But there was, as always, no answer and so he entered her small house once more. Her smell overwhelmed him and overtook his nose. He breathed in deeply for a moment, letting himself be immersed in the flavor he was going to lose forever. And he looked at her again once the door was closed behind him. She was a vision before his dull blues; a wind goddess in her own realm.

He didn't realize he'd fallen so hard for her. It was funny wasn't it? You don't know what you've lost until it's gone. He was claimed now, someone's man that had to oblige by the rules of the game. He didn't like it.

Saemon brushed a hand through his shaggy hair, a nervous tick and idly said, "Ya. Busy." he knew he was coming off terribly and certainly he would be putting her on edge, but he didn't know which way to step. He was on a cliff.. or rather, he was on a mountain peak. Anyway he stepped he would fall, but the thing was, he'd climbed all the way up there by himself. Stupid, heartfelt fuck.

So he took a breath and knelt on the floor. He couldn't step so he fell to his knees and looked at the ground. He felt as hopeless as he looked. His eyes were dry and his face sober, but his eyes looked at the woman with a deep regret. Come here, he said in his mind, but not with his lips. He wasn't allowed to say that anymore, was he?

"Kitanai..." he started, but couldn't say that yet, not yet. His lips lifted up at the edges in a mock version of a smile. "You look perfect, you know that?"
 
The tower of a man followed her, not even bothering with the coffee, or really anything else. His body was very unresponsive, and Kita began to notice it as she slowly sat her cup down beside her. With this new woman in town, anything was possible. Honestly, she wasn't sure what to think, and, to be fair, chose not to think in general. Her cyan eyes watching him as he took in a breath and lowered himself to his knees, his eyes avoiding her as she pushed herself away from the counter, standing straighter as she watched him.

Slowly, those dull blues raised to look at her, a strange looking smile of sorts gracing his lips as he complimented her. The compliment carried heavy weight, but she couldn't quite pin why. Her body moving over to him as she lowered herself to his knees before him, her hands resting on her thighs as she scowled in a moment of concern and worry. "Saemon?" Her musical voice asked in that lower registered voice. "Are you feeling alright?" It wasn't that his compliment made her feel uneasy. In fact, she had even pressed her lips together in a moment of bashful acceptance of his words. But rather, Kita could feel the pressure in the room. It weighed down on them and pressed against her body like hard gravity.

A small and slender hand reached out, touching his shoulder in a comforting way as she offered a soft smile, the hand moving a bit in a momentary rub. "It's so nice to see you, Saemon..." Kitanai whispered quietly, her eyes searching his as the slight smile stayed permanently etched into her face.
 
Her hands were tender and gentle on his huge shoulder, contact he wanted to make, but he did not reach out. Instead his hands curled up on his lap. His eyes followed them and sat on his left hand, though he doubted there was any way she could understand the thoughts that went with it, or even the exact spot he stared at. Her sweet vanilla scent pulled at him and the fading smell of soap from a shower she'd had earlier no doubt. He leaned in closer, leaving his hands in his lap, but crossed the threshold and laid his forehead against the side of her neck. Here he could smell the natural her, the one less masked by her added scents. She had a feminine musk to her, the kind that could drive a man crazy without them understanding why.

He wanted to be smothered in that scent, to be washed in it until he no longer smelled like just himself. And then he couldn't help it; he was selfish. He kissed the column of her neck, along the line of her largest vein. The short hairs on his face were a little longer than usual and rough against her pure white skin. He felt a small mole under his lips and kissed that too. Before he could stop himself, he told her the real truth,

"I love you Kitanai." he didn't mean to tell her and make the wound much deeper, but it was a much worse lie to pretend it didn't exist and leave without being that honest with her. How weak he must look now, cowered on her floor... but turning to bloodshed was not a stronger man here and that was what he usually did. "And I'm a horrible man."
 
That dainty hand would slowly lower as his body shifted to move towards hers. Kita's body supporting him as he leaned into her, the hand that had lowered from his shoulder rising to wrap a bit over his neck, his head moving to kiss upon her neck slowly. Perhaps, usually, such an act would be arousing. But the way that it was presented, it was strangely different. It was slower and more tender than the last time, as though he was trying to speak to her in the soft plucks of kisses he left. Each mark leaving a trail of burning fire as she smiled slowly again, his lips stopped moving, still closed in on her as he spoke softly.

"I love you."

"I love you, Kitanai."

It took a moment for it to register that he was, indeed, speaking to her. Sure, she was the only person in the room, and yet, it felt so strange. Never once before had such words been uttered before, and never more had she returned them: until now.

"...and... I love you." Kitanai admitted, a strange wash of hope and relaxation washing over her. For a moment, she was certain that was what he wanted. That he had came over to drop before her and spill out these feelings for her. That, for once, something would go right. The love really did exist. That all of these childish and girly dreams she always had but never accepted would finally waltz into her life---but there was an extension.

"You are not a horrible man, Saemon," Kitanai nearly cooed at him as the hand on his neck moved up to play and twirl a little with some of his cropped hair. "There is no way I'll let you think that of yourself," Her voice was tender and soft as her eyes slowly closed, feeling his body heat against her and the sound of his breath and the smell of his presence. He was calming her. He was comforting her. And oh, how in love she was with him. "You've brought too much joy to be horrible, I'm afraid."
 
Self loathing left him drained, tired emotionally. In body he was quite alive. And it fought him, wanting to touch her, to draw her in. And some of his mind was revolting against what he was supposed to do as well. It said to him, this is mine and why can't I have it? For fear of angering another woman? Wasn't Kitanai the only person alive when he was with her?

He was not like other men. He desired, he wanted to lay with those who he was with, but it was how he felt when he was with the women he loved. There was no one else in his world when he was in Koho's arms. And when his eyes were laid on Kitanai, there was no godess above or below that could take her spot.

He knew it, but he couldn't make her understand it. She only saw what was her's. Did he not share with another man? Had he not done everything? And she forced him to desperation, forced him to do what he vowed to himself never to do. What she thought was nothing but love was nothing for than chains and an ultimatum. He had slipped into them willingly like a whipped dog. And anger swelled within in and around him, encompassing Kitanai and himself in it. It was dark and swirling, like his true self. He was horrible, and horrible for what he'd done to others and what he still was supposed to do for Kitanai.

He leaned back and looked her in the eye again, but there in laid a ferocity, the rage of the monster that always lurked just under the surface. Corner an animal and it willl strike. He was not mad with Kiti, she had done nothing wrong, but to what laid in his back pocket, burning a hole in his restraint. His hand came up, losing their weakness and fear. His right slipped around her nack and tangled in her dark hair, gripped down on it tightly. He knew she was not the kind who flinched to pain. He was not intending on hurting her, but instead with passion. A sharp look crossed his features. "What's mine is mine." he said, his jealousy and selfishness overcoming him. He was not a good man, but he was who he was.

He dipped his head again, but not in the same way as before. His mouth closed on hers and demanded. There was nothing soft about it, but he loved her. It was a possessive kiss. His other hand slid down, finding her thigh and moving up along the tight pant, around her backside where his fingers could grip onto her strong, formed muscle. Her ass felt as powerful and shapely as it looked.
 
No no... it was okay. All was right in the world. Or, so she thought. The way he pulled away, looking at her with angry eyes, and yet a sort of softness. As though his fury blasted from him in a large burst of fire, and she, was totally untouched. The fire bent around her, as though her window encircled her and protected her, blowing off all advancements of the painful fire, and leaving them in their bubble of disillusion and safety.

Saemon's hand raised, moving around Kita's neck almost in mimic of her own hand on his. Those large and caressing hands gripping her hair, a shock of pain, but no break in her face as she watched him with tender eyes. He looked back at her, and spoke briefly. The sentence didn't make much sense to her. Of course, what was his was his. That made sense.

Those lips would come back, crushing against her own as her own hand cradled his head as before, the other pressing against his hard chest in a moment of delight as her stomach twisted and her heart soared. The way he touched her sent her body into a physical mess. Every part of her bursting with beams of light as her eyes closed and her lips received and returned the passion of his kiss.

Her hand on his chest slightly gripping the shirt as she smiled a bit through the way his lips moved against hers. Kita's other hand slowly dropping from his neck to run down his upper arm that held onto her ass, the rippling muscle felt so nice under her small framed hand. Her long legs scooting her knees closer to his as she felt the draw of his power. The draw of the way his raw emotions called to her...
 
But he was not content with what he had already had. He loved her lips, the taste of her spit, the smell of her arousal... her hair in his hands and her clothes flesh under his paw, but he had not had what was his from her. Courting, flirting, touching, promises. He was looking the end in the eye and he saw he had simply lost out. Well Saemon did not lose.

The hand in her hair released, coming down to match the other, but instead of a simple touch, he lifted her bodily from the floor and stood himself. Her body was easily supported by his arms and he walked them both back toward her bed. He suddenly had to like the small, one room house he had not liked so much to begin with. When he was near enough for his shins to hit the edge, he dropped her, letting her fall to the mattress. He took just a moment to pull his shirt off his body in one swift movement and throw it haphazard to the ground, then slinked down above her, like a predator and she was his prey.

His body was a collection of mismatched scars, ink and hard muscles and he moved to close in on her, his mouth descending toward her breast to capture a small piece of flesh over the plain, shirt material. His hands moved of their own accord, one gripping a match on the other shirted hill, his other dipped down to caress along the inside of her clothed leg, stopping near the top then roughly caressing back down. His eyes sought out her face though, wanting to drink in anything she felt or any emotion she portrayed.

"I love her, and I promised her I would finish what I started. If she's part of my past, my past isn't behind me just yet."

The question remained, would she was that? Her face and body would tell him all.
 
The heat of such passion grows, giving the very echo to the seat where love was throned. Saemon moved with Kitanai like in synced waves beating and babbling along the shore as his body shifted, lifting hers from the ground as her legs wrapped around him in the same way they had so many days before. Her lips searcing his body before he dropped her down onto that feathered comforter, her body taking in a slow breath as her hair, like black angel wings, flayed out behind her.

He pulled his shirt off of his body, a thriftless sigh of delight escaping almost silently from her raspberry lips as he crouched down, crawling over her with that familiar prowl. The way his shoulders rocked with each movement, and the muscles in his body tensed in rugged and palpable ways. Her body began to crave his touch, and the burning desire increased heavily. But yet, Saemon teased Kitanai. Brushing his lips against her flesh as his hand moved up the inside of her leg, leaving a trail of fire everywhere he moved. The fair princesses' lips parting ever so slightly as he neared, as though to prepare for any oncoming attack, and her chest fell as he moved back away without concluding the upwards slide. A slight scoff of amusment escaping her lips as he teased her.

Kitanai's hands moved slowly to raise above her head as his hands moved over her clothed skin. Even without direct contact he was driving her crazy. The butterflies in her stomach swirrling and singing violently as she stretched her body on the bed to a full length, her legs rubbing slightly again his, and her hands playing with the tips of hair fallen against the sheets above her head. Even now, when things had lost their sentimental and sappy tenderness, she loved him.
 
He was at a precipice now. One step forward or one step back. He could ease away from this, from her and slow the growing momentum. He should, he could.. but he wouldn't. He didn't want to.

When you're with me, you'd never know you weren't my whole world. He'd said that to her once and it wasn't flowery words. When she was with him, she was his everything. The way she moved, smelled. The way her hands touched his and the sounds she made in frustration or pleasure. She didn't know what he could do to her, he had never showed her and never given her the chance. He wanted to now.

His mouth released her and his whole body traveled south. Teeth grazed over her t-shirted stomach and his body slowly arched. His lips stopped at her navel and he pulled himself up into a crouched position, above her legs. His hands replaced the touch of his mouth, one pulled away the material from her lower frame and the other caressed the softness of her side. His thumb dragged down the shape of her hipbone and stopped at the edge of her black pants where the momentum of his actions did stop. For a few feathery touches rode along the edge of the pant, not crossing any barrier.

He wasn't stopping, he had no desire to stop, but she would have to say yes. Her actions alone would define what happened from here. Stop or go? He looked up at her face, guilty as a thief and said simply. "Your choice, Kiti-chan."




[ftb?]
 
And so the games continued. His flesh running over her flesh. His lips caressing the fabric hiding her gentle skin. His hands exploring where he had never gone before. As though it was all a large adventure that was too mysterious to keep away from. Her head tipped back into the bed as his mouth carried downwards, pulling teasingly at her shirt. His hands sliding it up slightly, just enough to caress her frame, and feel the shapes of her bones and muscles. The way her skin fit over her skeleton and how the fabric of her trousers hugged her hips so tenderly.

Kitanai's hands met with his as he gave her a choice--a choice she was certain he knew the answer to--her fingers lacing with his for a moment as she gave a gentle squeeze. She took that moment to insert a bit of tender love and care. Feeling his skin and his rough hands under her smaller and paler ones. Her eyes closing as she took in a deep and slow breath before her fingers traveled along the edge of her pants, unsnapping the button for him as a form of permission, a slow smirk crossing her face.

[Fade To Black]
 
Strewn in a messy clump of sweat and vanilla, the couple sat, Kitanai straddling her partner who sat on her knees and balanced on his toes, her back leaning against the bed as he laid his head against her, embracing her in a moment of soft tenderness. It was an interesting change of emotion, as it often was for everyone, and it settled the raw lust emotion and simmered back into the familiar love setting.

Saemon's face raising to look at her, causing her hands to reach out and push his chest playfully as her head turned bashfully to the side, "Gah~! No!" That girlish behavior that was so private and unheard of in her public nature squealed as she tried to hide her face playfully from him, "You're not supposed to look at me! Staaaaaahp!" She was laughing, despite her words, as her head jerked in different angles to avoid his eyes. She was embarrassed, as any woman would be of the sweat upon her brow, and the way the little baby hairs stuck to it. Her grey shirt slightly darker in a few spots from the same issue, and, for someone who was usually so beautiful and composed, it was hard to admit to Saemon, such a special person in her life, that she did, indeed, have ugly days.

"I need a shower," Kitanai's voice sang, her head still turned away from his as she gently pulled herself away from him, still refusing eye contact as she pulled her shirt off on the way to the bathroom-- a move Saemon might be rather familiar with, as he had done that same thing to her in his own apartment. Her single hand moving up to unclasp her bra as she turned slowly, the cups loose, but still covering her breasts, and a devilish smirk crossed her face, "You're joining me, right?" Kita sang as she pulled the bra off, just as she had turned around (come on, she was a tease after all), the sound of the shower hissing through the air as she got a head start to get in first, the steam filling the bathroom and leaking into the main room.
 
Her embarrassment was so cute, Saemon couldn't help but grin again and wider than before. The way she pushed away and acted bashful after all THAT, was baffling, but then... women were women. He let her push him back and dropped himself backwards onto the hard floor, his shoulders thumping against the surface. After she clambered off of him, he let his legs free themselves from the odd position and stuck under the edge of her bed and remained unabashedly in the same lack of modesty as before.

His head tipped to the side as he watched her depart from his lap and move toward the bathroom, tossing the grey shirt away from her shapely body like a foul little creature. She walked away, more sexy than she could imagine herself to ever look at the moment. Then the last piece of clothing was cast aside and she wore nothing but her skin and perhaps a little of himself. A peek of the whole thing before she was vanished from sight. Sighing, he let his head lull back up so his face was parallel with the ceiling. He would follow her soon, but for a moment he closed his eyes and revisited the last 15 minutes with her in flashes of moments. Her face was so beautiful, her body fit to his, cliche or not, like two pieces of a puzzle. He wanted to see her like that every night, so see her smile and be part of her daily existence.

This was a new feeling to him and not just the afterglow of a man who hadn't gotten laid in over a year. He never wanted to see anyone every day. Even Koho he couldn't handle that much. She was too much fire... but Kitanai?

Sighing again, this time for a different reason, Saemon rolled up from the ground and let his own remaining clothing drop to the floor then went after her. He walked slowly as his mind made up the decision then. It wasn't just the sex that changed his mind, it was his love for her, his real love for her. His feet brought him to the steamy room. Kitanai was already under the water, letting the spray wash away the scents of both of them and the huge man slipped in behind her. His fingers touched her sides tenderly, then feathered over her newly sprouting bruises.

Then it came out suddenly, "Koho asked me to marry her." no doubt it was not the news she was expecting and the last thing she would want to hear. No matter her response to that, he would continue, cut her off if he had to. "I came here to break it off with you, Kiti-chan. But that's not possible. I can't marry her, I can't marry anyone. It's not me, I-" he stopped. He was getting off topic. "I love you and no one can tell me I should have to leave you."

Was he at a precipice? he could feel the words stinging his throat, his stomach tightening because he knew the truth; a truth he didn't know could be possible. But betrayal had stung what they had and ruined it. his fire goddess had agreed to marry another and destroyed something they had, utterly killed it. But maybe it had already been ruined, the moment she let Onamuji slip his cock into her. His jealousy was so immense, how many men had he ruthlessly annihilated for it? How many missions had he gone over the edge because he could always see the man touching his woman, and she expected Saemon to be okay with it. Well he wasn't, hadn't.. and it was gone.

"I'd always been her possession. She had her heel on my throat and I goddamned let her. If I'm honest, I never followed her because I knew there was no point for me. I would have followed you though, been at your side and protected you. If she leaves me for it, then... so be it. I won't let you go."
 
The woman had stepped under the beam of hot water, the sweat rolling easily off of her as she tipped her head back and let it soak her hair. The water running out the ends, and over her fair skin. Each limb littered with small beauty marks and little scars that gave her smooth body character and personality. It made her pale skin different from the other womens. She had her own special flair, as always.

Kitanai's eyes had just closed as her hand ran back and through the dark waves, making sure they could all get beaten by the hot water, as fingers came to her side, gently brushing them, and a light sting bringing a soft smile to her face. The romance in the situation was perfect, and her lips curled up, ready to make a sexy remark, when he stopped her with a single sentence. A sentence she was unprepared for. Her smile died, slowly fading as her eyes opened, and she stared forward. He was morphed against her body, and blocked most of the water, but still some ran from his shoulders and down her back.

And he explained. He explained what she couldn't grasp, and it didn't end anywhere near how she thought it would. Koho had told him to leave her. A fueled anger rose up in her, and bubbled violently. Had she not been exhausted, she may of snapped and given Saemon a piece of her mind about the woman who damn near killed her. But rather, she clenched her jaw for a moment, only to be softened by his 'I love you' and honor to protect her. He wanted to keep her safe, and to love her.

And he wasn't going to leave her.

And he could not marry anyone.

Kitanai would turn slowly, not bothering to look at him as her hands wrapped around him and she leaned into him, embracing him--for, possibly, the first time ever. Her head against his chest and it's pounding heart beat as she listened for a moment before speaking: "I love you, Saemon." It was said matter-of-factly, rather than a statement or pronouncing love. It was her explanation of how she felt about the situation. Her way of thanking him and caring for him and the poor ripped apart soul he had by letting him know that she loved him... she loved him... so much.

She would pull away, that beautiful face with droplets of water on her lashes and her nose as she ran her hands down either arm, watching his eyes carefully, "But you won't have to follow me. I won't leave you either." Kitanai realized that was an interesting concept for him. The idea that someone would return the favor of sticking by and keeping their love and honor nearby for as long as they could hold on. And she wanted to do that for him.

Though his idea on marriage was still stuck in her head, and bothering her a little, as, she wasn't sure what the point in a relationship that was going no where was anyways. However, that was certainly a topic for another day, perhaps, when things were more serious and Kita was more desperate for a ring.

"I guess....that means it's my turn?" She asked, her hand grabbing a bar of soap as she leaned against him, her head tipped up with her chin on his sternum and the bar of soap in one of her hands against his chest, "You've been so damn honest, and shared so much... I feel like I'm slighting you."
 
He could feel the way his words made her tense and hurt, he wanted to soothe them away, but he had caused them. Only the rest of his words would do. She turned to him when he finished and embraced him tightly, resting her head against his muscular chest. Some of the tension lessened and he too curled his arms around his other. The water splashed on their bodies, hot and oppressive. Steam furled up and swirled around his lungs. The feeling reminded him of choking on blood... so he turned his thoughts away from it.

He lowered is face and pressed his lips against the top of her head, then as her face rose and her chin propped against him instead, he kissed the tip of her nose. He hadn't expected her to accept the news with such grace or respond by the touch and tenderness, but it was well accepted. She was leagues from the woman he'd first met.. and thank God she'd decided to get slashed up that night or he wouldn't have met her.

With the issue over with, decided on and said aloud, Saemon could relax again, or rather, remove himself from desperate thoughts. He could be with Kitanai now, in body and mind without the dark thoughts in the back of his mind. The lightness that came with the end of that burden was intense. His body was letting it go physically.

"Hardly." he responded to the last part of her words. He didn't feel slighted, in fact he felt elated. However, he was up for hearing about her. In fact, he knew almost nothing about her, which was weird enough as it was. "All the same. It can be your turn." he took the bar of soap from her hand and instead started to wash her back and shoulders with it.
 
The young woman was still a little bit off about the idea that he had cast her away so easily. Though, the boot-neck explanation seemed to make up for most of it, anyways. Either way, the woman turned, allowing him to run his hands over her shoulders as she decided to work and talk. Shampoo in her hair as she flipped it over her shoulder, her back to him, as she worked it into her hair.

"I.." She took a deep breath. "I have 1.2 million yen.... in a safe... in my closet." See, now that wasn't so hard. Her eyes stayed focused on her hair as she worked her fingers through it. "It's money I've been saving up since I moved out...doing... dirty jobs." Her lips twitched slightly as she thought back on her life. "I used to work at the Purple Ribbon as an escort." Certainly he knew what that was. "And I joined a gang when I was 16. I killed, tortured, and stole for that money." She had followed in Saemon's foot steps, talking about the bed first, and the negative, and then backing it up with the heart.

Hopefully it had the same effect on him as it had on her.

"I was raised in a poor and broken orphanage, and I vowed, after I was adopted, that I would make money to build one. A better one. With healthy food and loving care takers, so they wouldn't have to live in that filthy hell hole." Her hands worked up her scalp, massaging carefully, "But we shinobi, we don't make much." She frowned heavily, wanting to smack the teenager her, "And so I picked up extra jobs--being skilled in nothing but looks and a blade doesn't get you far though," She admitted quietly rambling as she stared forward, "But... I'm done now. I've got enough. I'm not going back."

"Though, some of the traits I learned I can't seem to shake." She was referring to her drug, alcohol, and partying issue, of course. Her inability to harness it and stop. Addicted, was a proper word, of course. But, her voice had trailed, and she had obviously finished her rant of nonsense to him.
 
His large hands smoothed over her milky skin. He could feel the occasional scar or mole and paused at each one to trace it with a fingertip. There was not a part of her he did not want to know, and that went for what was inside. So he had to ask himself, after she made the offer to be fair and take a turn, what do you expect to hear from her?

She's talented, but a far cry from the shinobi she could be. She's beautiful.. the type of pretty that made men beg for her attention and women weep at their own self inadequacies. And she knows it, which means she's spent her life being trailed after with offer after offer. Perhaps she took up a few of them for her own gain. She also was comfortable intimately, not hesitating or being shy with him in any way, save the t shirt and sweat right before the shower they were now in... she was used to being beautiful and perfect. And she was used to getting her way, which probably frustrated her with Saemon who wasn't allowing her to have the control.

So he waited instead to hear about her from her own lips. When she started, it wasn't what he expected at all. That was a lot of yen.

"That's a lot of yen." he repeated his thought out loud, but then went quiet again, moving his hands away from her body to soap his own, starting with his underarms. His motion only hiccuped the once when the word escort dropped from her lips. He knew of the Purple Ribbon. And according to her retelling, she had been an escort before 16 even. This did not sit well with him at all, though her back was turned to him and he could let his face reveal his displeasure. Yet he remained quiet, moving along his arms with the soap then down his chest.

She changed her thought process to give a reason for her choices and a redemption for her foolish choices, but he was not moved. In fact he continued to wash himself, lathering down the rest of his lower torso, and left his legs, before reaching over to turn the shower head more toward himself. The water ran down from his shoulders and he could rinse off easily enough.

A period of silence went on after she had said her peace and before he said anything to her. When he did speak, his voice was flat. "What can't you shake?" he ignored bringing up the other topics, sticking with her last statement. This wouldn't give much insight to how he felt, in fact he was very closed off now. His own thoughts were digging through the new information.
 
Her story went easily, but at the same time, she found herself shaking slimly. Her body was a little uptight and clenched as he moved from her, the lack of touch scaring her. Saemon, and his silence, and her inability to see his face scared her. Reminding her that she was a sick young woman who had a twisted and unwanted past. She feared that he might be doing the unthinkable:

Judging the one time she openned up.

"Partying," She said simply. It was at this point, that Kitanai didn't want to turn around. She could feel the tension pulsing from behind her, and it was almost crushing her heart. Her head leaned back, past him to steal some of the water as she rinsed out her, the soap leaving her hair and drenching down her back. She was left with long black and clean locks that kissed her naked body lovingly.

The young woman turned around slowly, looking quietly at him as her lips pursed. The awkward feeling in the contempt of her lips, and her eyes begging to look for a reaction. Preferably a positive reaction. Rarely frightened, she was indeed.
 
Judgement came easier than understanding. There were some things Saemon loathed about people or societies and certain types of people he avoided. Using what you had was one thing, turning to the easiest path because it could bring you fortune? He had never agreed with a woman who sold herself. Even in his times in strip clubs or down the black bazaar with women trying to sell him their goods, he wouldn't touch it. Self-respect thrown away like waste paper.

Saemon could see her shiver. The physical distance he'd put between them at that moment was like being slapped in the face, he knew. He wasn't sure he was ready for her to turn around when she did, but he was faced with her all the same. Water had smoothed down her hair and washed the make up from her face. A little of the dark color remained smudged under the bottom lid of her eyes. She looked at him, exposed and weak.

He could easily push away the thoughts and say it's all fair; he'd done things, she'd done things. But it wasn't equal standing, not like this. He'd laid out the truth to her about loving more than one woman, being devoted to more than one, but she hadn't even mentioned this part of her. Was it such a far away part of her past now? How long ago was she doing these things? Did she still?

I've had enough, I'm done now? Did she wait until he fucked her to make that decision or was she just afraid now that he knew and made a promise it was no more? He was such a jealous man, it could consume him like a vile serpent. First it would bite him, pump its venom into his veins, then take it's time eating him up.

He had to close his eyes, and doused his head under the stream of the water to give himself another few moments alone. When he emerged again, the anger was in his eyes and the questions about her... but what would fall from his lips?

....

"I think I'm clean." He contemplated leaving the shower, leaving her be for a while, but found himself rooted to the spot. She would see that as a rejection and he wasn't sure that's what he wanted. He reached out for her and made the physical contact once again. He took the soap in his hands and started to lather her upper body.

There was a lot he wanted to say to her, a lot of rage he wanted to unleash. He knew better. No matter what she would say about her past and why she'd done it, the fact was she'd done it. And it came down to was: Was he going to be okay with that little fact or no? He wanted to be, but he knew it would always be a thorn for him. "Why did you choose that life? I mean really, there were other choices. There are always other choices."
 
You must log in or register to reply here.

Current Ninpocho Time:

Back
Top