It's A Date...Or Is It? [Private RP]

[Onamuji]

Her admission resonated within Satsumaru. He knew what she meant, and how she felt. Though of different backgrounds and personalities, they had handled life in a similar fashion.

"I know the feeling," he sympathized, "I don't talk about it much, but..."

The Uchiha paused a moment, moving strands of his disheveled hair from his face and taking a rushed breath of air. He had never really spoken of his past to anyone...ever. The only man who had known about his origins had 'returned to Mother Suna', so they say, and that was yet another secret on top of the pile of secrets. Yet, as he lay there physically naked, he felt that he should be metaphorically naked to her eyes, as well.

"My parents were Uchiha from Konohagakure, nuke-nin to be precise. They fled Fire Country with myself and my younger brother while we were still hardly more than babies, but were intercepted and exterminated by Sunan ANBU. For reasons that, to this day, elude me...the ANBU Captain chose to return my brother and I to the village and allow us to remain as wards of the village, separated and ignorant of one another's existence," Satsumaru professed, a hollow look in his eyes as he seemed to stare into thin air.

Continuing on, he told Kinnaku, "My brother was murdered by a Chuunin while he was still a Student at the Academy. Through whatever sick twist of fate, every member of my family but me had been murdered at the hands of a Sunan shinobi, even as my brother strove to be one. Of course...none of this was known to me until a year or two later. The ANBU Captain, out of guilt or whatever motivation, felt it was his job to tell me the truth and let me know of my coming to Sunagakure."

At that, he frowned. His expression, contorting his otherwise pretty face, made it clear that he was reliving the experience as he retold it to Kinnaku.

"It was then I discovered I was an Uchiha, and that my mother...my father...my brother...had all been killed long before. Unlike other Uchiha, who find their abilities in a sort of enjoyable revelation, mine came more suddenly. My eyes burned, and tears of blood caused me to look to a mirror and see what I had become," Satsumaru explained, allowing his crimson eyes to show through. He wondered, after they had become so suddenly close, interlocking their bodies for a grand show of affection...would his past turn her opinion against him? But he couldn't stop.

"That was twelve years ago. In twelve years, I've killed more men than I can remember, and done things for our village that any normal human being wouldn't have the constitution to. And my hours that didn't revolve around death or destruction were spent either in severe training or solitary study, researching ways to be better at killing. I had no time, nor interest, in emotion or affections. I had seen firsthand how that turned out for those I knew. Instead, I locked myself away from those around me. If they weren't my team-mates or superiors, they were strangers, and I made sure they stayed that way..." the man grimly assured her.

But then he turned his ruby eyes on Kinnaku and his expression shifted to something more akin to longing. For whatever power his Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan had to pierce the minds of others and gain insight into their movements or intentions, it was he who was vulnerable to be seen through his devilish eyes.

"Until now, it seems. This may sound insane, or even disturbing, but in all my life of removing myself from the vulnerabilities of emotion and affection, I now feel like you are the one I need to be human for. To lower my shield, and drop my armor...and allow some room to let...this...continue," the Uchiha admitted.

 

[Honma Kotone]

Kinnaku would listen to Satsumaru as her head lay on his bare chest, a single finger wandering across his abdomen, and just teetering on the edge of 'beyond'. However, she would halt all movements as the man spoke of his past, a sad construct, that should have turned him into a being of malice and hatred. Why would he have remained so diligent? Well, that was answered later. Satsumaru closed himself off from the world, just like Kinnaku, after those terrible things had happened to him; he did not grow in hatred, but instead grew empty and lonely. Although they wouldn't have cottoned on to their sadness, no, they would continue to strive through the dredges of life.

The Sennin would let Satsumaru finish his saddened past, only to lift her naked, subtle shape from a resting position into an arched one that hung over his body. Her hair dangled down from her scalp, possibly tickling his face, but the two would be now facing each other as Kinnaku sat herself onto the naked Satsumaru and leaned forward; her hair created an empty space where only the two could see each others faces. "I feel that too... It is a strange feeling, to one day be so constricted by your own emptiness that you forget... You forget how to be a person, who loves and who cares truly for another." She would lean closer to his lips, paring them against his subtle edges and giving him a gentle peck on the lips.

"I lost my family... My mother and father, they abandoned myself and my two siblings, so I had to feed two extra mouths to feed. We were land owners, only of a small plantation, that specialized in vegetables and such. However, there was a really bad drought that killed most of of crops... And, well, we depended on the crops for our annual income." Kinnaku would lift her head and remained gently seated, naked, on Satsumaru's masculine shape.

"They left one day, without word, it was later on that I found out that they joined some cult... Just to escape starvation, and to watch their children die. But I couldn't feed my brother and sister... I had to... make sure that they went to sleep." She would smile, but obviously encumbered by tears, "After that, I just wondered aimlessly in the desserts till I was rescued by a man named Kinpatsu. He made sure I was safe, he taught me Medical Ninjutsu but... He harmed me... Abused me. I had to leave him as fast as I could..." She admitted to her abused childhood. "It wasn't till when I reached Suna that I realized I was pregnant with his child... I grew to love it, I couldn't wait till I the day when I would become a mother, a protector and a best friend to my little baby. But... He was taken away too."

Kinnaku rested down beside Satsumaru and cuddled into his shape, "I've been alone ever since... Until now."

 

[Onamuji]

Satsumaru reflected on her tale, visibly distraught by it. If he had a rough life, hers trumped his by far. While his was filled with pure death, hers was filled with pure pain and suffering. To him, death was preferable. The Uchiha's crimson eyes were sympathetic as he looked at her naked form seated atop him.

"I...I apologize for your loss," he offered, knowing it had no bearing at all to her, "I was blessed in my losses, in that I never knew my parents or sibling. Loss is simple to accept when there was no attachment. But...to lose a child, no matter what the case..."

Satsumaru trailed off, unable to comprehend the thought. He could be cold, admittedly, and he was all too familiar with death, but even he cherished the value of young life. He couldn't imagine what she must've felt. He couldn't imagine how she didn't go insane with so much torment. For a long span of silence, the Uchiha struggled to try to find something appropriate to say; some way to make it better, but he couldn't. There was no way to mend the wounds of the past, nor could he - in all his relative power - reverse time for her.

As she nestled up next to him, a wave of resolve hit him.

"You have no need to be alone anymore. I was resigned to live a life of solitude and sacrifice for the village, doing my duty until death took me from it...but you have ignited something within me that I only realized this night," the man assured her, "Let's leave the spectres of our past and look to the future, sharing our struggles and pleasures, whenever and however they may come."

 

[Honma Kotone]

"Please, don't be sad. It's my job to mourn their losses'." Kinnaku would raise her head and place her hand upon his face, cursing the sculptured figure with a soft, motherly touch. "I miss them everyday but I've learnt to deal with it... Especially in my job, you get too attached sometimes." She would admit with a little bit of embarrassment in her voice. After all, she was suppose to be the leader of her Branch, and here she was, admitting that she would often let her heart swoon and waver. But Satsumaru would surprise her once more and speak of a future, about two lonely people moving on and helping one another create a future. A happy place, she would think.

"You think you can handle my struggles?" Kinnaku would tease, resting on her elbow and she admiringly rested her gaze upon his naked form, "I don't know... You can't even take your medication!" Of course she was joking! Kinnaku would nod her head and wipe away a rogue tear that shifted from her black hues and trickled down the side of her face.

The Sennin would rest her head back onto his solid peck and sigh a soft breath of relief, "I couldn't think of anything happier... Satsu..." She would admit. It was very strange, these two lonely hearts were now connected through a one-off meeting, a chance of fate. "This just means that you get free treats when you come for your checkups. The children's choice is lollipops, but I've got some chocolate hidden away for extra special patients." Kinnaku would giggle, referring back to her form of treatment when it came to children - whom she wanted to take care of so badly, probably due to her own loss.

She had to clear up the reasoning behind those "free treats" as it could be misconstrued as something a little more dirtier. Teehee.

 

[Onamuji]

Satsumaru gave an exaggerated sigh in return, saying, "Lollipops and chocolate aren't my thing. I'm not one for candy. The chance to see you in the midst of work would be a treat in itself to lure me in, so that will do just fine. The candy can remain for the children."

He smiled at her, acknowledging both his distaste for being in the hospital tower and the idea that his affection for Kinnaku would make it bearable. What a trade-off that would be. Though he spent a lot of time in deadly missions and risk-filled research that would threaten to take him away from Kinnaku, the numerous close-calls and injuries he would sustain along the way would keep him closer to her.

Taking a deep breath, the devil-eyed man remembered their surroundings. They were still in the bakery, despite how much their intimate activities caused him to forget that basic fact.

"We should probably get going," he said wistfully, "It wouldn't do to have a Sennin caught in be-...well, counter, I suppose the case would be...with a man. Especially considering the fact that we broke in."

At that, he gave Kinnaku a shrug.

 

[Honma Kotone]

"Very true," She would state with a smile on her face, lifting her body and wrapping around her own coat around her naked shape. Of course, this meant that Satsumaru would be somewhat exposed, to which she could only smile, "I'm really glad I met you..." Kinnaku would say as she slipped on her dress, which hugged into her supple shape so generously. She wasn't really one for breaking the rules, but you know, one would think that the risks were outweighed with what had just transpired. However, yes, they were still inside of a bakery and that wouldn't be acceptable for a Sennin to be, well, it wouldn't be acceptable for her to be caught in a bakery after hours, after only having just broken into it.

"What time is it?" Kinnaku would ask as she adjusted her dress in all the right places, pushing back her hair and then ruffling it to get some get of specific style. She would inquire about the time purely because she had work in the early hours, and it would be just her luck to have the shift coming up soon. "Maybe you could walk me to the Tower?" The Sennin would arch her head and fix her black eyes on the naked man, walking over and admiringly kissing him on the lips. Her hand, one of them, was placed upon his chest and that would trail down from his cheek to his peck.

"It's customary, I think. I've seen this kind of thing on old reels but never in person." She would say awkwardly blushing at the typical scene of a man, walking a woman home, and then there is that last second kiss before she disappears into the house with rather large doors. Although, you might think that they skipped a few dates after this whole intimate session.

 

[Onamuji]

Satsumaru took a deep breath before lifting himself up and grabbing his clothing. It was unfortunate, but they really did need to return to reality now. It was no doubt in the black stages of the morning. They had met up deep into the night, and their activities - from the drinks to the bakery counter - had all taken up quite a good amount of time. While he had the luxury of an open schedule, she did not. He was an ANBU, and a man whose duties consisted mainly of missions when called upon and unofficial domestic and research work when not. His daytime responsibilities as assigned by the village were kept light to allow for a more nocturnal schedule for his "real" work - his ANBU work. Poor Kinnaku's work was of a more direct and location-based nature, it seemed. She was the Medical Sennin, and was understandably tied to the Tower.

And, he would take her there.

"Of course. Let's get you to work, shall we?" the Uchiha replied with a grin as he pulled the loose sleeves up onto his shoulders. One of the benefits to being a male was that your clothing was usually far easier to get on and off, and before long, he was dressed the same as he was when they entered the bakery. His hair was a little disheveled, of course, by Kinnaku's hands and their sudden romantic "event", but after pawing at it with his fingers, it looked less of a mess.

Extending his arm once more for her to take, Satsumaru reaffirmed, "Like I said...I may not be a gentle man, but I am a gentleman."

Looking at her once more, he felt an alien feeling. He knew it was affection. His heart beat faster, and he felt strangely out of his normal mindset. In all aspects, he generally kept to himself and shut out emotion in order to maintain an unshakable focus and prevent any distractions. If Kinnaku was a distraction, he thought, then she was a welcome one - and one he intended to keep around.

"I'd say we should do this again sometime, but I think the bakery might be on lock-down after they discover someone broke in and stole a cupcake..." the long-haired man added jokingly.

 

[Honma Kotone]

Kinnaku would take his hand, smiling, of course at his pleasantness. She would scrunch up her lips with a coy expression, holding back the natural blusher from behind her cheeks. She really regretted having to go to work at such an anal time in the morning, but her job as a Sennin was so heavy with paperwork and other tedious tasks that demanded her attention. Before even moving, as the two stood, she would uncharacteristically sigh and lean against the tower of safety: Satsumaru, clutching her little paws onto his upper body. "Sometimes I hate having so much responsibility, you know." Kinnaku would change her smile into a frown before, quite quickly, reverting it back into her latter expression.

She would observe the messy haired man with a playful smile, "Well, gentle is one thing I can't call you." She would chuckle, referring to their intimate moment, where it felt as if her body was sent into a shock of overloading pleasure. Damn, you really couldn't get a gentle man to give you that type of experience. It was at that point, Satsumaru affirmed his paws against hers, as they headed towards the exit he added a little comment about coming back here, and how it would be on 'lock-down'.

Kinnaku would playfully slap his shoulder and shake her head, pushing on the metal door that led out to the damp alleyway. "Master cupcake thieves!" She would laugh at his joke, and somewhat at her own as she moved like a pretend burglar against the moist walls. The two would walk from the alley towards the medical district, where the Tower was situated. "I've sometimes wished that I could have a normal life, don't you think so?" Surely they could relate, due to all of their past troubles and future remedies.

 

[Onamuji]

Satsumaru sighed. He had never thought about a "normal" life before. Then again, no part of his life had been normal enough for him to be very aware of the difference. Now that Kinnaku mentioned it, though, he gave a moment to consider the contrast between his life and one that would be considered "normal". Less killing, less death, less pain. But then...less purpose, less impact, less opportunities.

"I guess I don't," he answered, looking surprised at his own answer, "I couldn't imagine anything other than my own life. I can understand the idea, but if I didn't do what I do...if I wasn't what I am...I don't imagine much of a place for me in this world."

No, there wouldn't be. Uchiha Satsumaru was just that: an Uchiha. Their clan was seen as chaotic and cursed for valid reasons. Death seemed to follow the bloodline wherever it went, and for all their innate genius and talent, it was always their downfall. Even if Satsumaru wasn't a shinobi, his curse would remain. As a farmer, a court official, a shopkeeper...there would always be death trailing him with black wings. There was no "normal" for him.

Brushing her cheek with his hand, the crimson-eyed man smiled and said, "I could imagine you, with your kind heart, to live a happy life away from all the blood and trauma. Perhaps a child or two, and a rich, fat husband."

The long-haired Jounin chuckled, teasing her only a little.

 

[Honma Kotone]

Kinnaku would stop, her heels ceasing to clank against the moist, cobbled tiles of the outside floor. She would place one hand on her hip, apply pressure so that her opposite hip moved outwards in a comical expression of, what can only be described as: 'Oh no she didn't.' She would laugh, still paused, "You think my husband would be fat and rich?" A roar of laughter bellowed out from behind her moist lips, something quite unexpected and, well, quite loud. "If my standards are like that," She would move forward and land a soft fist against the man's shoulder, "What does that say about you then?" Kinnaku would lower her stance, suddenly confronted with the man brushing her face with his gentle hand... His touch was so gentle, so inviting.

The Sennin would remain silent as the night seemed to lull their moment into peacefulness. A light brush of pink would bloom into her cheeks and obviously reveal her inner emotion. It was always funny how the body actually reacted to human contacted, even to the most composed and settled of people, like Kinnaku and Satsumaru.

"I think I'd have two children..." Kinnaku would stand, dominating by pulling Satsumaru closer by the pockets on his coat, and allowing his grasp to be solidified upon her face. "I don't know what I'd name then, but I'd probably hope that they were healthy and happy..." She would smile, lifting her black hues to meet his, "And a husband that might not suffer from any heart complications."

 

[Onamuji]

Satsumaru shrugged coyly, admitting her decision.

"Well...I don't have any heart issues, and I'm certainly not fat," he replied with a wry grin, "Though I don't imagine a shinobi has a huge advantage in life expectancy, regardless."

It was grim, and he probably shouldn't have said it, but he was honest. And while Satsumaru had the habit of being a little too nonchalant about the idea of dying, every shinobi knew what to expect from the path they chose. Whether forced one way or another into the lifestyle, or by choice, they were constantly in danger.

Sighing, the long-haired man relented.

"Still...if you insist on staying your course and keeping away from the fatter, richer alternative, I suppose we should see where this takes us," Satsumaru noted with a smile, "There's a lot of evil in the world, after all. It might be nice to have something a little good for ourselves."

The Uchiha took a deep breath. He had only known loss his entire life. His family died long ago, and he couldn't even remember their faces. Any friend he once had was long dead, as well. It seemed like anyone he got close to eventually wound up losing their life, whether or not Satsumaru himself was involved. The curse of the Uchiha, perhaps, that death would follow him so closely, but a curse he was more than willing to break. Kinnaku was the first person in memory that went out of her way to treat him as more than a tool or a machine of the village, even if he was too close-minded before to realize it himself. She was reminding him that, beyond all the otherworldly power and the duties they held, they were still human. A fact he had long forgotten. And a fact that, with her help, he would begin to remember.

He needed to remember that there was more to his kind than death and power. There was also a great capacity for emotion and compassion. Even the darkest shadow had some source of light to fuel it. Perhaps Kinnaku would be that source of light...

 

[Honma Kotone]

Kinnaku would smile retorting with haste, "One day I won't need to be a shinobi." A smile would cress against her supple face, "In doing so, you end the cycle of a short lived life." But the man, even after disputing the bad and the sad of a shinobi life, ended his speech with something sweet and delightful to hear: the chance at a relatively normal, happy existence. Everything up until now was so mundane, day in and day out, and nothing really seemed to be 'normal' but the abnormal.

The Sennin was taken with this man, a creature of mystery and shrouded in his won secrets, of course this dawned on her at times. However, everyone had their own secrets and their own gospels that would be kept to themselves. Life was an inhospitable environment that didn't play on any favorites, in fact, it was especially cruel to everyone and everything by bringing everyone their own taste of death. Satsumaru was a man that probably had done things which would be deemed most unsanitary to a normal mind. But this did not phase the woman, as she had too steeped her hands into the darkness and had became a unwilling servant in its eternal endeavor.

"Don't you think that its all so very... regimental?" She would smile, as they walked, tilting her head and setting her black hues onto the handsomely carved man. "We, as shinobi, live only to die... It seems very unfair." In a big way, Kinnaku had always wanted to set herself free from the constraints of a doomed life, and the lives of any children she may bare. "Sometimes it'd be easier if you just vanished into the background and, just then, maybe time would forget about you and allow you to live peacefully."

Such ideals were for the foolish, or sentimental.

 

[Onamuji]

A moment of silence passed. Satsumaru was visibly stumped by the idea, even if it wasn't meant to be so considered. Would it be a fitting end to disappear and fade away? And how does a shinobi go about retiring or resting into a peaceful existence? More importantly, and relative to him, would he want to fade away from memory?

"I...don't know. A part of me would like that, I'll admit," the man replied, "But another part of me has this image in my head..."

He paused, staring off for a second as if viewing the illusion he spoke of.

"I do not wish to be Sennin, or Steward, or Kazekage...but I have these images of myself, old and grey. I stand as the head of a large following, serving the village even into my waning years, and building upon our home to help create an empire rivaling that of generations long-past," he began, his eyes focusing harder.

"I see my children, and my children's children...they come to me as an elder, and I care for them and work to improve their future even in my grey years," Satsumaru admitted, "They are strong, and influential. We are a family, growing and building."

The Uchiha stopped and gave her a squeeze, reeling himself back from the illusion and showing a little simple affection. Everyone had their dreams, one way or another. Perhaps, in this imagined future, he has retired and stepped back to live a live of peace. Perhaps, while the aged Satsumaru was addressing his children, an older Kinnaku was with the rest of the family? Maybe the reason they connected so instantly, and came together so quickly, was because she was the missing piece to his future - and he to hers?

 

[Honma Kotone]

The Sennin would smile as the man agreed with her, somewhat. However, she was really content with hearing what Satsumaru had in-mind for his own future. It was a pleasant tale, one that this woman would be more than happy to be apart of, but still: it was different to hear such commodities. "Grandpa Satsu?" She would add coyly, feeling his strengthened grasp from upon her hand. The two paws intertwined so gently, so comfortably that it just felt so natural, so normal for her, and possibly for him too.

As they stopped, Kinnaku would have planted a small kiss upon her date. She would have then pressed on wards, taking him along with her, walking and talking about the simple things. She felt happy to have found such a diamond in the rough, although there was much that was hidden from her - it may have well just been for her benefit. "I think I might retire from being a Sennin, one day soon..." A nod would follow, her tone reading conviction and steadiness as the words slipped from her peach toned lips. "After all, I've got to make more time for these nights, right?" Kinnaku would push her body against his, nudging him playfully, as she hinted towards her utter enjoyment from tonight.

There really hadn't been a day where she had felt like this before; quite literally. However, the night would be drawing to a close as the Tower came closer, with each step, its massive white body seemed to approach the two gingerly. As if it was constantly reminding the Sennin that she had to go to work, that she had to continue on with her day despite her utter want to just... go to bed, and cuddle. Whether or not Satsumaru was a 'cuddle' type of guy, she would make him into one.

"Cuddle man, yay or nay?"

She would inquire before giving him a nip on the lips with her luscious peaches. It was time for her to leave, to work, and to earn. But the next time that the two would meet... There would be more to talk about. "I'll see you soon, okay?" Kinnaku would hold both paws, while stepping back with a reluctant motion, as if to say "Save me!" or something melodramatic, and humorous like that.

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[Onamuji]

Satsumaru held on for as long as he could, not holding her back, but enjoying what time of contact he had left. He didn't know if he was a 'cuddle' man, but it could be arranged. It didn't seem terribly out of the question, at any rate. After all, they had laid together for quite a while that night. If everything went as planned, they'd spend many more nights in the same fashion, whether she retired as Sennin or not. There were always ways to make time...

Satsumaru's crimson eyes flickered a little in the dim light of their surroundings, watching Kinnaku as she stepped away. For once, they didn't seem so terrible. Despite all the otherworldly power contained within the red eyes of the Uchiha, his kind expression seemed to remove the stereotypically intimidating look behind them. Instead, they were simply...dark red eyes.

"Or...I'll see you," he joked, grinning wryly, "Either way...I look forward to it."

It was a joke meant more for himself, the more he considered it. It was a play on both his Sharingan eyes and his role as ANBU of the village, but...she probably wasn't privy to his ANBU identity. Then again, it was hard to tell. With so many secrets in the village hierarchy, it was hard to say who knew what. She was a Sennin, and whether that entitled her to access to the roster of ANBU or not, it wasn't so crazy to imagine she might know of them.

Shrugging the idea off, the long-haired man bowed his head in a polite farewell. Just another question that might be answered in time spent together. With that, he turned and allowed her to make her way into the Tower. She would begin a day of work, while he would likely ruminate over some ancient books or something equally boring to most normal people...

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