The morning breeze blowing in that morning was just the same as any other during the early hours when Tengoi was jogging. Cold, crisp, and perfect for waking the body up. Despite the lazy shinobi’s attitude towards work, exercise and training were still things he took incredibly serious. The early pre-dawn hours of the day were a time when most people were just now waking up or, crawling into bed. The only people normally on the street were those prepping stores, working out themselves, or shuffling out to get their daily mail; people who paid no attention to anyone briskly jogging through the multiple districts. Teng loved this hour. The people who were awake at the moment were either hateful or extremely friendly, and he had a mental list of everyone who remembered his Plain-Jane face. It was a great confidence boost to jog through a neighborhood he didn’t live in to get friendly waves from strangers. Every now and again one would even stop him to chat him up on the current news, all the while he wondered if anyone actually thought he lived nearby.
Today, those people who usually greeted him were mostly missing, and the ones who were up didn’t look particularly happy. They didn’t directly glare at him, but something heavy in the air told him the jig was up, and he’d have to go back to jogging back through his own stab-happy neighborhood. So, he picked up the pace to cut the awkward silence out, and it was then he stumbled upon the reason for the lack of villagers out and about their early routines. It started with the clanging sounds of weapons, and proceeded into cries of pain around the corner in a part of the suburbs he didn’t normally go through because it was a cul-de-sac. His foot turned against the pavement as his heel dug at the ground a little to stop his momentum. With a shifting of his balance to his right, he carried the stopping momentum to sling him in the new direction. Chakra was already gathering and shifting into electrical onto the sole of his shoes by the time his sneaker hit the ground - increasing his speed to ludicrous. Like a bolt of lightning, the Ryuu shot down the, (thankfully), straight street, behind a house, and towards the back of the cul-de-sac where the sounds of combat called to his ears.
Both feet planted themselves into the ground at the location to bring his dash of speed to a sudden stop. Tengoi swore to the kami that he should of broken at least ten bones and ruptured a spleen, because his sudden stop was heralded by the clap of thunder back from where he started. On sheer chance he caught his balance in a rather cool pose, with sword already drawn. The source of the combat? A woman surrounded by four guys, two of which had weapons. Every last member of what Teng assumed was a gang, stopped what they were doing and had eyes only on him; at least, until a bare foot raised itself above the head of the closest person staring at the sudden ninja. It crashed down in a fit of ultra violence, the foot cleaving the guy straight in two. As if a reality check served too late, the rest of the gang started to back up at the sudden spray of blood only to get caught up in a flurry of feet and fists. By the time she was done, ten seconds later, only two of those guys managed to run away with their limbs intact; and they were certainly traumatized enough to make up for it. Tengoi could only stand there, jaw dropped, and sword nearly touching ground. A sudden glance revealed beautiful gray eyes. The stern glare made him gasp a little, reminding him he was a man of the military, clearly in the presence of a stronger shinobi. In a flash his blade was cleanly sheathed as he started to jog up to the woman.
“Hey, sorry I wasn’t any heyallooof-” his sentence cut off as she struck him in the gut with what felt like a frozen knife. The world began to spin, and before he realized she was doing it, the Hyuuga had already kicked his feet out from under him, and slammed her heel into the back of his head. Lights out.
When the swordsman awoke, his head was rested against a pillow, or, at least a really soft rock. He was legit sore from his neck down, and for a moment worried for paralysis until he felt his fingers flex in and out. He couldn’t feel them, but, at least he could move them. It took him a moment to fight through the haze of the pain throbbing from his skull. He started to sit up but felt a hand gently touch his chest as he did and settle him back down.
“Please, don’t move. You shouldn’t even be alive. The healers are doing everything they can but I worry for the…head wound I caused.
“Grk,” was Teng’s response, barely able to see the face through eyes blurred by pain tears, manly, pain tears, “..b..beautiful, eyes…” and everything was black again.
Time passed with no meaning. There was no way to tell how long he had been unconscious, just that when he awoke his bed was even softer this time. His body was still sore from the neck down, but, not near as badly. Tengoi again flexed the fingers of his hand, this time the left, and found that they were caught up in someone else’s. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he slowly turned his head to the left to see who’s unfortunate wife had drank her way into his bed, again, but instead found the Hyuuga woman who had nearly killed him. Thing slowly began to dawn on him. He was dressed in nobles’ bed robes, there was a horribly comfortable blanket on them and, there was a night cold outside of the bed. Yet that didn’t stop him from trying to jolt awake and leap from the bed; which in turn granted an immediate response. His foot was kicked out from under him as a slender hand snaked out from beneath the blanket to grab his robe and pull him back in closer. The blanket rolled back over him like a warm wave and the arm that had dragged him close was now around his waist and hugging him tight. It eventually loosened, but never released, the awkward silence finally broken by a soft snore. Clearly, there was no getting out of this situation, so he forced himself to relax back into the bed and slip an arm over her side. Sleep, surprisingly, came fast.
The next time Tengoi woke up, he found his body was no longer sluggish at all; also the pretty woman was gone. Were it not for the robes that still remained on him, though now barely on, he would have wondered if any of it had actually happened. He tossed the blanket off and swung his feet out, standing up and stretching with amazing ease as he walked around to try and understand where he was and why. Someone’s house, was as far as he could tell. Someone’s really nice house. He counted at least three different servants on the way towards what he assume food would be based on smells. Stumbling into a rather lavish dining room, Teng found his destroyer and benefactor seated and eating a plate of assorted breakfast meats. She pushed a plate in his direction that was full of meat as she purposely tried not to look at him. Her eyes were focused on a newspaper; not doing well to hide the blush that came at the sight of him. Teng had absolutely no idea what was going on, but a ravenous hunger forced him to take the seat a servant pulled out for him. He started to reach for a fork, had his hand slapped by the same woman who had just pulled out his chair, and redirected to a *different* fork. He could feel that cold nervous sweat pick back up as he tried to spare an eye between his food and the servant that kept glaring at his uncouth ways.
“S-so…” the shinobi started to say but was quickly interrupted by a hand, as his host finally broke eye contact with the paper she was holding.
“Nothing out of you. I’ve already made a number of mistakes that could cost me everything just by letting you in my home, let alone my bed. I have no idea what I was thinking. Please. Finish your breakfast and leave out the back door. The maid will show you.” Her eyes cut back sharp to the paper. Her voice, though technically it was the first time hearing it, sounded so familiar. His heart leapt at the sound of it, for some reason, but knowing how this usually went, Teng quickly finished his breakfast plate and did as he was told. This wasn’t a situation he was unfamiliar with, but it was one he kept finding himself in when drinking was involved. Only problem was, this time, he hadn’t had a touch of the stuff. Actually, wasn’t he injured? A reach up to touch around his head as he chewed some sausage revealed that yes; there was indeed a sore spot on the back of his head. It only added to his confusion.
Yet, practiced as he was at being an accidental back door man, Teng knew when to get when the gettin was good. He finished his plate and stood up, with a wobble as his legs seemed to have some sort of apathy to them, and shyly winked at the Hyuuga before nodding to the angsty maid to show him out. Teng’s wrist was *gripped* as he was half dragged out of, what he assumed, was some kind of mansion. He was shown the door, his wrist was twisted a little until he nearly cried for mercy, before the maid did the “I’m watching you” thing with her fingers. His wrist was then let go and the Ryuu was finally allowed to stand up as the angry woman stalked away. With a sigh, the shinobi started to turn the latch when he suddenly felt something grab his shoulders. He was turned around and for a moment thought that the maid came back to make sure he never came back, only to be face to face with the same Hyuuga princess that had nearly killed him, treated him, and then fed him breakfast. She grabbed the robes he was still wearing, dragged his body to hers, and kissed him with such ferocity his blood pressure ascended. She then made a cry of frustration and before Teng could ask what the hell, the door behind him becoming splinters as she threw him out.
He landed in what appeared to be a backstreet, right on the stones and splinters of the door as the Hyuuga woman glared, looked concerned, glared again, and then finally yelled in frustration before stalking off. Tengoi just laid there on the cold stone for a moment, trying hopelessly to tell his heart to stop flipping head over heels.
Today, those people who usually greeted him were mostly missing, and the ones who were up didn’t look particularly happy. They didn’t directly glare at him, but something heavy in the air told him the jig was up, and he’d have to go back to jogging back through his own stab-happy neighborhood. So, he picked up the pace to cut the awkward silence out, and it was then he stumbled upon the reason for the lack of villagers out and about their early routines. It started with the clanging sounds of weapons, and proceeded into cries of pain around the corner in a part of the suburbs he didn’t normally go through because it was a cul-de-sac. His foot turned against the pavement as his heel dug at the ground a little to stop his momentum. With a shifting of his balance to his right, he carried the stopping momentum to sling him in the new direction. Chakra was already gathering and shifting into electrical onto the sole of his shoes by the time his sneaker hit the ground - increasing his speed to ludicrous. Like a bolt of lightning, the Ryuu shot down the, (thankfully), straight street, behind a house, and towards the back of the cul-de-sac where the sounds of combat called to his ears.
Both feet planted themselves into the ground at the location to bring his dash of speed to a sudden stop. Tengoi swore to the kami that he should of broken at least ten bones and ruptured a spleen, because his sudden stop was heralded by the clap of thunder back from where he started. On sheer chance he caught his balance in a rather cool pose, with sword already drawn. The source of the combat? A woman surrounded by four guys, two of which had weapons. Every last member of what Teng assumed was a gang, stopped what they were doing and had eyes only on him; at least, until a bare foot raised itself above the head of the closest person staring at the sudden ninja. It crashed down in a fit of ultra violence, the foot cleaving the guy straight in two. As if a reality check served too late, the rest of the gang started to back up at the sudden spray of blood only to get caught up in a flurry of feet and fists. By the time she was done, ten seconds later, only two of those guys managed to run away with their limbs intact; and they were certainly traumatized enough to make up for it. Tengoi could only stand there, jaw dropped, and sword nearly touching ground. A sudden glance revealed beautiful gray eyes. The stern glare made him gasp a little, reminding him he was a man of the military, clearly in the presence of a stronger shinobi. In a flash his blade was cleanly sheathed as he started to jog up to the woman.
“Hey, sorry I wasn’t any heyallooof-” his sentence cut off as she struck him in the gut with what felt like a frozen knife. The world began to spin, and before he realized she was doing it, the Hyuuga had already kicked his feet out from under him, and slammed her heel into the back of his head. Lights out.
When the swordsman awoke, his head was rested against a pillow, or, at least a really soft rock. He was legit sore from his neck down, and for a moment worried for paralysis until he felt his fingers flex in and out. He couldn’t feel them, but, at least he could move them. It took him a moment to fight through the haze of the pain throbbing from his skull. He started to sit up but felt a hand gently touch his chest as he did and settle him back down.
“Please, don’t move. You shouldn’t even be alive. The healers are doing everything they can but I worry for the…head wound I caused.
“Grk,” was Teng’s response, barely able to see the face through eyes blurred by pain tears, manly, pain tears, “..b..beautiful, eyes…” and everything was black again.
Time passed with no meaning. There was no way to tell how long he had been unconscious, just that when he awoke his bed was even softer this time. His body was still sore from the neck down, but, not near as badly. Tengoi again flexed the fingers of his hand, this time the left, and found that they were caught up in someone else’s. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he slowly turned his head to the left to see who’s unfortunate wife had drank her way into his bed, again, but instead found the Hyuuga woman who had nearly killed him. Thing slowly began to dawn on him. He was dressed in nobles’ bed robes, there was a horribly comfortable blanket on them and, there was a night cold outside of the bed. Yet that didn’t stop him from trying to jolt awake and leap from the bed; which in turn granted an immediate response. His foot was kicked out from under him as a slender hand snaked out from beneath the blanket to grab his robe and pull him back in closer. The blanket rolled back over him like a warm wave and the arm that had dragged him close was now around his waist and hugging him tight. It eventually loosened, but never released, the awkward silence finally broken by a soft snore. Clearly, there was no getting out of this situation, so he forced himself to relax back into the bed and slip an arm over her side. Sleep, surprisingly, came fast.
The next time Tengoi woke up, he found his body was no longer sluggish at all; also the pretty woman was gone. Were it not for the robes that still remained on him, though now barely on, he would have wondered if any of it had actually happened. He tossed the blanket off and swung his feet out, standing up and stretching with amazing ease as he walked around to try and understand where he was and why. Someone’s house, was as far as he could tell. Someone’s really nice house. He counted at least three different servants on the way towards what he assume food would be based on smells. Stumbling into a rather lavish dining room, Teng found his destroyer and benefactor seated and eating a plate of assorted breakfast meats. She pushed a plate in his direction that was full of meat as she purposely tried not to look at him. Her eyes were focused on a newspaper; not doing well to hide the blush that came at the sight of him. Teng had absolutely no idea what was going on, but a ravenous hunger forced him to take the seat a servant pulled out for him. He started to reach for a fork, had his hand slapped by the same woman who had just pulled out his chair, and redirected to a *different* fork. He could feel that cold nervous sweat pick back up as he tried to spare an eye between his food and the servant that kept glaring at his uncouth ways.
“S-so…” the shinobi started to say but was quickly interrupted by a hand, as his host finally broke eye contact with the paper she was holding.
“Nothing out of you. I’ve already made a number of mistakes that could cost me everything just by letting you in my home, let alone my bed. I have no idea what I was thinking. Please. Finish your breakfast and leave out the back door. The maid will show you.” Her eyes cut back sharp to the paper. Her voice, though technically it was the first time hearing it, sounded so familiar. His heart leapt at the sound of it, for some reason, but knowing how this usually went, Teng quickly finished his breakfast plate and did as he was told. This wasn’t a situation he was unfamiliar with, but it was one he kept finding himself in when drinking was involved. Only problem was, this time, he hadn’t had a touch of the stuff. Actually, wasn’t he injured? A reach up to touch around his head as he chewed some sausage revealed that yes; there was indeed a sore spot on the back of his head. It only added to his confusion.
Yet, practiced as he was at being an accidental back door man, Teng knew when to get when the gettin was good. He finished his plate and stood up, with a wobble as his legs seemed to have some sort of apathy to them, and shyly winked at the Hyuuga before nodding to the angsty maid to show him out. Teng’s wrist was *gripped* as he was half dragged out of, what he assumed, was some kind of mansion. He was shown the door, his wrist was twisted a little until he nearly cried for mercy, before the maid did the “I’m watching you” thing with her fingers. His wrist was then let go and the Ryuu was finally allowed to stand up as the angry woman stalked away. With a sigh, the shinobi started to turn the latch when he suddenly felt something grab his shoulders. He was turned around and for a moment thought that the maid came back to make sure he never came back, only to be face to face with the same Hyuuga princess that had nearly killed him, treated him, and then fed him breakfast. She grabbed the robes he was still wearing, dragged his body to hers, and kissed him with such ferocity his blood pressure ascended. She then made a cry of frustration and before Teng could ask what the hell, the door behind him becoming splinters as she threw him out.
He landed in what appeared to be a backstreet, right on the stones and splinters of the door as the Hyuuga woman glared, looked concerned, glared again, and then finally yelled in frustration before stalking off. Tengoi just laid there on the cold stone for a moment, trying hopelessly to tell his heart to stop flipping head over heels.
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