Re: Tsukino Yume
Not entirely sure on the correct/proper way to do this, but this is my "small" BL application RP:
Requesting Bloodline:
Chigokai
Precursor Event Threads:
Training Gi: Yumi/Homura
Acquisition of Trust & Steady - Yumi/Sousuke
Making Enemies - Yumi/Naoki
The Ninjutsu Struggle - Yumi/Naoki
[spoilername="From Bad to Worse and Beyond"]
Act I
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Rhythmical pulses of heavy beats rocked softly through the floor as a tall man garbed in a foreign styled crimson military uniform stood next to the glass wall overlooking a swarm of people. Even through the thick glass that separated them one could still feel the bass that the crowd danced and writhed to as they embraced the carnal passion of rhythm. Rock hard muscled tensed under the uniform as the man sneered in contempt of the masses... his masses. His too-strong chin and facial features remained in that frozen grimace as a knock resounded on the ornate wooden door across the room to his luxurious office.
“Enter...” replied the man in a calm, authoritative voice that resonated almost as much as the beating music that reverberated from below his glass walled throne. The elaborately carved door slowly swung open and another well muscled man strode confidently into the room. His long brown braided hair reached down his shirtless back, ending just past the cloth sash that help his yellow and purple cloth pants securely in place. Silently he walked in with a lithe step and knelt down before the expensive wooden desk that separated the surprisingly handsome man from the crimson clad figure who continued to observe the mindless masses.
“Bega, my Lord. You wished to see me?” The shirtless man questioned in a respectful and soothing tone, his words gently flowing off his tongue.
“Yes, Barurogu. It has come to my attention that you had allowed an associate of... his... to not only enter the Den, but you also allowed them to flee as well?” The huge man continued to face away from the kneeling one, his tone flat and without emotion. “You forget yourself. My stand ins are loyal to me and me alone, did you think your failure could have escaped my notice?”
Barurogu looked up from his kneeling position to offer his protest, when he suddenly found himself slammed backwards against the door he had entered. The huge desk that had sat in front of him mere moments before now pinned him against the wall as his master effortlessly sent it crashing into him with what seemed to be an effortless kick. As his senses came to him he could barely see the purple glow around the other man's foot as he casually set it back down onto the ground.
“M-my lord Bega, I-” His words were cut off with a mere contemptuous glare from the crimson man as he stepped over towards the pinned figure. The thumping sound of his huge black boots could be heard reverberate around the room as Barurogu's heart beat with terror. That sound suddenly stopped and his heart almost stopped with it as Bega stood towering over both he and the desk.
“You will rectify this situation. Locate whomever this Hideki individual is and this girl who ties him and.... HIM together.” It was clear to Barurogu who his lord spoke of, and it would not have been wise to ask for any clarification. “You are free to have your fun... but if you dare to fail me again like this...” He stepped forward and the beautiful man suddenly found his lord's boot pressed tentatively onto his face. He stopped his breathing, fearing for the safety of his beautifully unmarred face even more so than any sort of bodily injury. After a few threatening moments the foot retreated and the crimson garbed man turned and strode over towards the glass wall to peer our towards his masses once again. “You may leave...”
Act II
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A long drawn out sigh of depressed exhaustion escaped from the young short haired blonde as she pressed her back against the hallway's wall. The only sound that could be heard within those deserted hallways was the youth's slow deep breaths as she attempted to calm herself. Her garish orange outfit was looking quite ragged these days, though it seemed to weigh her down much less than it had before. Even though it still weighed almost forty pounds, even with all of the rips and tears in the heavy cloth, it looked almost natural on her these days.
Although she tried to block intruding thoughts from her mind, they pressed on and assailed her regardless. It happened over an hour ago, but she could still see and remember her father's expression of disappointment as one of her instructors informed him of her... situation. They hadn't spoken to one another for the few minutes that she and her father had walked together down these halls. 'We will discuss this at home...” he had said before he walked on ahead without her.
It was not her fault, and part of her knew it. Objectively she had been training as hard as any student in that area. Her fingers still ached from the intricate movements that less than a year ago would have seemed impossible. Even still, it did not matter to Yumi for in her head she had failed her father and mother for... the first time she could ever really remember. That feeling gripped onto her heart and pressed it so tightly against her throat that she was surprised she could still breathe.
The instructor attempted to be consoling, noting Yumi's efforts and suggesting that perhaps there was still a chance. There were always exceptions after all, and there were some shinobi who had lead lives of passable success with those same issues. Those all had been more more talented than her, however. She was no athlete. She did not have any amazing physical capabilities. Determination could only go so far after all...
To her own small credit she did not shed any tears, though why would she? Her father had not scolded her, or struck her in any manner. It was simply that look of disappointment that hurt her more than if he had spent hours lashing at her, though he had never done so in the past. Again she felt that oppressive feeling of failure weighing down on her and she stepped towards to look out towards the central grounds of the academy through the hallway's window.
She had to do something to make him proud of her again. The blonde youth felt like she couldn't live on if her father were... disappointed in her. She took another slow deep breath and leaned against the window to peer outside at the lit cavernous depths. Being a shinobi was something she had daydreamed about when she was a young child, but it was never any real dream of hers. Now, however, as she continued to hear his emotionless words replayed in her mind she couldn't think of doing anything else... as long it would make him proud, but... how could one be a shinobi if they couldn't mold chakra?
Act III
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It felt like an eternity as she stood outside the back entrance into her home. Part of her wanted to remain out there atop that set of stairs which lead up from the side alley forever. The key turned with much less reluctance and hesitation than she herself left at the prospect of coming home, but she turned it and then suddenly stopped. A mildly puzzled expression crossed her face as she realized the door was unlocked.
That moment of hesitation gave way to elation as she looked deeper into its meaning. It was a sign from her father that she was welcome home! Part of her knew that such a gesture would have been silly and that she was reading too much into it, but it still helped to bring a smile to her face. Yet another deeper part knew that this door was never left unlocked... Living in the Golden Crystal District in a home attached to their store meant that crime was low but her father never would have taken the risk.
She turned the knob and swung the door open. Inside she would see her mother and father, and they would greet her with open arms and wide smiles. They would welcome her home and her father would apologize for putting so much pressure on her. Her parents would take turns telling her that she did not need to worry about that shinobi nonsense any longer. The pair would sit down with Yumi to another expensive tasting dinner that her mother prepared for them and all of this worry would be forgotten.
Except that wasn't what she saw....
The back entrance to the kitchen was dark and she couldn't see a thing except... her father sitting in his lounging chair a half dozen paces deeper. She could tell that much from the light that shown in from behind her. The smile faded slightly, reality not living up to her fluffy expectations, but that was nothing new. She reached around the corner and brushed her hand across the light switch. As the lights came on she saw her father staring at her from across the room.
Something was odd, however and she smelled an unfamiliar smell in the air. Not bothering to close the door she stepped a few feet forward, oblivious to everything except her father and his strangely red blotched shirt. A slow inhalation of breath came as her mouth widened in horror. She did not have a chance to scream. She felt something striking the back of her head and she collapsed forward onto her father's bloodstained shirt.
Before she lost consciousness she heard distant words speaking to her as she laid there on her father's lap. “We meet again. No chance to run away this time little one... don't worry, we will have some time to catch up before you join them...” That voice was soothing and suave, and as the world faded to black she knew that was the voice she never would have forgotten...
Act IV
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Snow crunched softly under the small girl's feet as she struggled to wade around in it. It was only a foot tall, which was quite light for the season, but it still was as tall as her legs were long. Her blonde hair reflected the radiant sunlight causing her messy head of hair to look like a small sun against a field of clouds by a man who stood only a few feet away. He wore a smile of amusement as another woman walked up beside him. Her hand wrapped around his arm as they watched the girl flail about in the snow, both looking as proud as could be.
He looked over towards his wife and nodded in silent agreement with her before he spoke softly. “I have changed my mind. She may not be a Tsukino by blood, but she will be our daughter. I... want to apologize for getting angry with you when you found her.” He looked between the young girl that continued to play in the unfamiliar snow with reckless abandon. “There was not anything you could do about it, and while I am not so sure about her name... I agree three years old is a little too old to change it.”
The woman gripped his arm tightly in loving appreciation. “I appreciate it. You had been quite irritable the past few weeks, but what else could I do when you some stranger puts a kid on your doorstep and then vanishes after little more than a name?” She shook her head and shrugged, “and I quite like the name. If it were Yuki then I might have liked it more, if only because of this.” She nodded towards the girl who had now plopped down into the bank and had begun flailing her arms amusingly about. “Even so, Yumi is a fine name...”
Suddenly the girl's arms and legs were unable to continue shifting about in the snow as they had been. She began to pull against invisible restraints as she tried to both sit up or even lift her arms, but non-existent cords over her arms and legs seemed to keep her in place. A strange state of pseudo-consciousnesses came over Yumi as she was no longer a little girl but was once again her rightful age. The fluffy snow around her faded to darkness and a pain suddenly wracked her head as her eyes struggled to open.
“Ahh... you are awake.” Spoke a soft and soothing masculine voice from somewhere to her side. Light began to creep into her world as her eyes made slow uncertain movements as they tried to open themselves. “Don't struggle or worry. You are not going anywhere anytime soon...” The voice tried to calm her as it musically echoed inside her ringing head. Part of her reached back for unconsciousness, an escape from the uncomfortable sensation in her wrists as something held them hard to a flat surface, and from the piercing pain that still wracked her head.
“How about we have a little... fun?” Suddenly another sharp pain threw itself against her consciousness as those words cracked loose from her memory. Feelings of fear, of long sharp metal claws stabbing through a wall beside her... of helplessness. Yumi's eyes shot open and she pulled hard at the restraints that bound her to the table. The sound of the table legs softly scuffing the ground from her struggle elicited an amused laugh from the man.
“Ouhh, such fervor. You will be a fun one to play with before you have to... go.” The way in which he so casually spoke those words sent a shiver down her spine. There was a deep sadistic malice that lined his honey coated words, a rotten core to the pristine apple which now stood and hovered over her. Barurogu's perfect features pulled to a pleased smile as he leaned over the girl, his face inching closer and closer to her own.
Yumi struggled harder and harder with each moment as the distance between their faces shrank. The binds on her wrists dug into her skin and drew small drops of blood, but she continued to pull. Miraculously she managed to pull enough so that her right hand wriggled free of its rope bindings and just before his face touched her own she reached out and dug her fingernails into his face. They weren't overly long due to her long hours of training and they managed to claw across his face with frantic determination.
Blood began to run across his face as four uneven lines trailed from his forehead down below his cheek as he suddenly pulled back and roared in furious fright. His hands covered his face and he frantically looked around for something. He lunged over towards the kitchen counter where he found a freshly cleaned butcher's knife set aside from her mother's preparations the night before. He picked it up and tentatively brought it close to his face so he could see his dull reflection in the silvery reflective surface.
Yumi looked around the room frantically as she reached over and tried to undo the binds that held her other hand in place when she heard an even more frantic roar of fury from the previously suave man. “My beautiful face... you... you ruined my beautiful face!” His once calm and soothing features turned towards the table as lines of blood dripped down his clawed face, a look of pure rage covering it. “You... you will pay for this!”
His hand gripped the hilt of that thick heavy blade with gleeful madness and he slowly stepped over towards her. She continued to struggle, but it seemed luck would not favor her a second time as he snatched her free hand and pinned it to the table where it had once been bound. Barurogu's smile widened even further as his once soothingly handsome demeanor melted away to reveal the maniac that hid behind it.
He raised that blade high into the air as if it were a weapon of divine retribution and her struggles stopped as she waited for that eternal moment of stark terror. She heard the blade crack through something before it dug deeply into the wooden table she was tied to. A moment of dullness hit her followed by would ending pain from her right elbow before light faded from the world once again....
Act V
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A shiver traveled down her spine as the snow worked to absorb her body heat. She didn't care, Yumi had always loved the snow as far back as she could remember. Her arms made a snow angel as her clothes became more and more damp with snow that had melted upon contact with her own warmth, but she still didn't care. This would likely be the last time she would see snow for a long time....
A few dozen yards away she saw her father and uncle packing boxes onto a cart for transportation. They were moving to Wind Country soon and she would no longer be able to enjoy the cold fluffy snow as she had grew up doing. She was a big girl though. She would be eight years old in a few months and that was practically an adult! So, as an adult she accepted the news as a grown up would... with overt cheeriness and silent sadness.
“Yumi! Come help with this!” Called her uncle as he strapped boxes to the cart. It only took her a few moments to push herself up and scurry her way over towards him. As she got close her father raised his hand and ushered her over to him. He pulled the straps tight and then held them out for Yumi to take, “hold this a moment.” He pleasantly instructed her and she eagerly obeyed. She reached out with her right hand to take the straps from him but once he dropped them into her awaiting hand they instead fell to the ground.
He gave her a confused look as they both looked down towards the hand which he had tried to drop them into. There was nothing there. Her eyes looked towards her right arm which suddenly stopped at a red bloody stump, but there was no pain, only confusion. Questioningly she looked up to her father to ask what had happened but she looked up to him she saw dull lifeless eyes as she stood motionless in front of her. Her mouth opened to let out a scream, but nothing came out. A sudden sharp pain forced her left hand to grip protectively onto the stump of her right forearm as tears welled up in her eyes.
As she blinked them away the white scene of snow had been replaced by red. The light which had shined off the white snow from the blue sky had been replaced by a faintly glowing red snow and a pitch black starless sky. The pain in her arm suddenly vanished once again, and she hard a hard time remembering it had ever been there. She vaguely noticed that she was no longer seven, and was her actual age once again, garbed in that blue cloth suit she had always worn under that horribly garish orange gi.
That all felt somehow distant to her as she once again looked up to see the face of her father as he stood a few feet away from her. His face was lifeless and pale, as if it had been a corpse for sometime. His eyes were pure white and his mouth hung loosely open in the throes of death. “Yumi...” her father softly spoke in that soft comforting way she fondly remembered. Her eyes widened with shock and she stepped forward towards him hopefully.
“You must survive Yumi...” Again her father spoke and she froze in place, a mixture of hope and fright covering her face as the corpse reached out for her. She stood perfectly still as the cadaver pushed its hand through her loose blue cloth shirt and into her chest. She felt another sharp pain and her father's shriveled hand, covered in blood retreated from her chest. The pain faded as soon as it had come and in her father's open blood dripping palm was a red irregularly shaped crystal that seemed to shine with a dark light.
“Take this... and survive.” He pressed it into her left hand, leaving that bloody residue on it as his hand slipped from hers, lingering only a moment. “Make me proud...” were the body's final words before three long blades pierced through his chest. Her mouth opened for another silent scream as her father's corpse stood there a moment longer before it lurched forward and collapsed into the red snow. Behind where her father had stood was that man, his eyes glowing red with maniacal pleasure, a too wide smile on his face as he stared at her.
The man began to slowly walk towards her, his feet loudly crunching in the blood red snow as he made his casual approach. Again the sharp pain struck her right elbow and her left hand reflexively grasped onto it as she cried a silent whimper of sadness and pain. Before she knew it he was standing right in front of her, his eyes radiating hatred as he loomed overhead. Her eyes closed hard as she wished with all of her might that she were anyplace but there.
Then she felt something warm in her left hand as she continued to press it against where the pain came from. The crystal that her father had placed in it was gone, and when she she looked down at it she saw... Trust? One of the blades the steward had given her was suddenly in her hand. Had it been there all along? Without any further thought she gripped that small dull blade hard in her only remaining hand and thrust it towards the dark shadow of a man...
Act VI
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Thump-thump... thump-thump... thump-thump...
Warmth covered her face as she continued to hold Steady outwards, but something was different... She felt the hard press of wood against her back, the pain in her right elbow had returned five fold, and she heard a frantic gurgling sound from above her before a loud thump landed on the ground beside her as a form fell off the table and began to thrash about. In a pain filled daze she lifted Steady up to her neck and slices the rope binding it with surprising ease for a dulled blade.
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump...
Yumi sat herself up and sliced the bindings on her legs off and she distantly looked off to her side towards the man as he continued to thrash about on the floor, his hands grasping is through as he tried to struggle to find something... anything to stop the bleeding. As she watched him struggle a faint smile crossed her lips as she took her own pleasure in seeing him suffering. The pain faded from the bloody stump where her right forearm had been and she pushed herself off the table to stand next to him.
Thump....thump...thump...
It was only a few more moments before the man's body ceased its thrashing and that pulsing sensation that filled her mind ceased along with it. Absently she brought her left hand up and looked at Steady, which had somehow managed to save her life... but that blade was no where to be found. In her hand was a jagged red blade that looked to be made of an edged crimson crystal. She stared at it a moment before it suddenly dissolved into a red liquid, as if it had always been that way.
Yumi felt... numb. Vaguely aware of the pain on her chest and right arm, the corpse of the man curled up into a ball on the ground, the body of..... sitting lifelessly in his chair. She couldn't process it, or perhaps her mind simply refused to do so. It was like she was watching through a window as she saw herself step over the man, pull open the back door awkwardly with her poor hand and step outside. Part of her was shocked that she did not even bother to close the door!
Then there was nothing... the next thing she recalled was laying in a white room atop a bed where machines beeped softly in rhythm around her. Her eyes looked around the room dazed and she forced herself to sit up, but as she tried to grip onto the hospital bed's railing with her right hand she couldn't... She pulled herself upright with her left hand, tried to look at her right hand but she couldn't. Then it all came back to her and she screamed...[/spoilername]
Also, Yumi's name in the title of the Dojo is off =x
