Why Must They Hide Here?!? [Open]

[Hoshirei]

Spoiler

whoops... forgot to check what picture was there before posting... did not mean for that to be someone's avatar...

A frustrated ANBU was just on her way out of the Red Light District. She had not wanted to be there in the first place. However, a source had said that their witness was hanging out in the area. What was it about the people she was assigned to hunt and that district full of depravity? First it was the guy for her Chunin exam, then it was the woman last month, and now? Now it was a f-ing teenage boy! Why can't they just stay out of that particular district?
Sure, a few times, when she had been frustrated with her father, she had become a patron at one of the seedier bars on the edge of the district, but she had never allowed herself to actually step within the filth and depravity willingly, or at least, not completely willingly. She did have a job to do after all.
Distinct purple sharingan seemed to glow slightly in the dim light. She was still scanning the area, making sure she didn't run into her mark. Not one person had seen hide nor hair of the boy the entire time she had been searching. That fact alone frustrated her to no end, add to it the place wherein she had to search, and she was not a happy camper. With a deep breath, she softly whispered into her radio that she was calling off the search for the night. The boy was a witness to a civilian murder, committed by an angry gennin, and he should, hopefully, still be alive the next day.
She silently slipped into a dark alley that she had set up earlier and changed back into her day to day clothes. While she would not feel truly human until she had a shower or perhaps a long bath, changing out of her ANBU attire helped to calm her minutely. She stored her uniform in a scroll and allowed her mask to disperse, how she loved that particular feature. Nari relaxed her eyes, allowing them to become silver once more and dismantled the traps and wards that hid her presence.

Warily eying her surroundings, she slipped from the alley and acted the part of a buzzed young woman, walking resolutely toward the nearest exit, stumbling every once in a while. Her soft giggles, melodic and pure, would echo every time she "stumbled".

[MFT; WC: 394]

 

[Akaoni Aomaki]

Staying unreasonably high above the ground from the rest of the populace below, he only saw probably one or two from his own saved groups in this district. Well, at least they're getting along with the Sandies.. Aomaki had thought to himself, looking around again. People sure stayed quiet and reserved, all to themselves.. He wondered when Hoshikata was gonna come. That really made him sad.. It's like Hoshikata abandoned them for some reason. Surely Hoshikata was to be here soon? Aomaki didn't exactly see any reason for Hoshikata to have ran away from them all the sudden even when there were still boatloads of independent Nin coming with their families.. Maybe Hoshikata was going to 'escort' them? Aomaki shook his head. Those people were at the same level as Hoshikata.. Hoshikata needed to come here and further his plans and then get things rolling along. Surely he wouldn't leave his newest student in some trashy place such as this.. Aomaki curled to himself on a water-tank's topside. He nibbled on his lower lip while his stomach squealed. I ran out of bread some time ago.. He thought to himself some more, looking below. I'll wait out my hunger. He nodded, and continued looking below. From what he saw, a woman was looking quite .. .. drunk? Maybe she could use an escort home.. Aomaki didn't exactly know where she lived, but maybe she would be able to tell him, or had something on her person that would tell where she lived so Aomaki could escort her. Or maybe she is an escort?..

Aomaki made a sour face, and slapped himself lively. I'm a good person, I'll help her to her home, whatever she is. It's not like a drunk woman can pull anything on me.. He scowled at the darkness. Aomaki would hear some strange noises that were somewhat alluring coming from somewhere.. He ignored them and dissipated. He rematerialized off the side on a chair near the woman, looking at her. "Hello, Miss?" He called out from the side-shop's rocking chair over the rack-bar from it, the house behind him having all of its lights off meaning it was sleeping for the night, so he used his magical wind element to call out directly to the woman in such a way where his call would not be heard by those behind him. He parroted his call again to the woman, "Hello, Miss?.." He said, a bit saddened this time. He dissipated again and reappeared in front of her, about five feet off. This time he reappeared kneeling, looking down. He then looked back up at her and tried to give her a smile. "Hello. May I take you home so you don't hurt yourself on the way? I won't do anything but protect you for the journey it takes you to get out of this area and head back to your place of rest, I assure you. It goes against my nature to lie or to harm those that are innocent." He boldly stated aloud to her, using the same wind magicks so nobody in any other establishment nearby would have to hear him talking so loudly while they slept. He looked up into her silver eyes while still kneeling. He smiled nicely at her, trying to get her to say something with his youthful boyish looks.

 

[Hoshirei]

(((I promise, it's not you she's hunting. It's a different teen who only matches your character by age. I'm mostly looking for an excuse to rp with my new character. Don't worry, this Jounin won't attack you without due cause.))) (((Thoughts are italic)))


Nari was still internally fuming when she heard a male voice of someone around her age calling out to her. Oh lovely, she was really going to have to test out her acting skills tonight, or perhaps she could manipulate him into... No, bad Nari that is not something you do to a normal person out here, save that for the interrogation halls.<i></i> She turned her head in slow manner toward where she heard the voice, but by the time she looked there wasn't a person. Her eyes followed the sound of a soft wind until it landed in front of her. She allowed herself to show surprise at the young man's appearance and wobbled slightly, giving him a slightly goofy grin.
As he spoke, she studied his eyes closely, searching for any form of falseness. Not finding any, she nodded and, noting the qualities of the wind, whispered, clearly sober, "I would very much like an escort away from this place of filth. A business associate brought me here and left me alone for a call girl. Tsk, I can hardly believe the audacity."
There, it wasn't a lie, just a closely spun truth. She didn't see any sort of insignia on the young man before her, and even if he did, she was just on an ANBU mission. There was no way she would be able to tell the full truth even if she somehow trusted the lad.

 

[Akaoni Aomaki]

Aomaki decidedly accepted to be the graceful wind of which would help guide this girl, took himself upward, standing. He noticed that he was her height, and he generally also noticed she wasn't drunk. .. That was strange. Maybe she was hurt? She needed his help all the more, then! Aomaki, not a person for darker things because of his general age and inability to become friends with others, didn't really understand "escorts" and "call girls" yet. He didn't want to, but he was always on guard. He was told he had to fend himself from such peoples, for if he was tainted, he would lose his precious connection to the Goddess of Mercy. Though, that woman by the gates told him to not talk of the truth in this place or else he was to die by the hands of those that prayed to a darker god here, it seemed.. He hadn't talked to Mercy much in this place. Since this girl was just generally clumsy it seems, maybe I can make a friend that wouldn't ignore me after I do them favors? Aomaki frowned in his mind a bit. I want another friend.. I feel lonely right now.. He looked down a bit, Not that kind of 'lonely', as tainted men are! He thought to himself, looking down to the ground in reality now, spinning his finger in a circle as he crouched, thinking to himself, completely in depression while he forgot about his plans to escort the woman. Why is everyone so mean.. He thought, tearing a bit. Er, wait. I'm to escort this woman! Okay. He thought again, and rearranged himself, jumping back up to a standing position again. He gave the woman a beaming smile that was faked, and held out his furred coat. "It's chilly right now, maybe you'd like this? I can't find anyone to take it because everyone keeps denying me authorization to sell it to them for fear it's.. tainted, somehow, because I'm a child from Leaf.. and they think I'm bad, though I am not.." Aomaki exasperatedly told the woman, looking to the ground again, thinking again to himself. He held out the furred coat in a straight pose, but in his mind fell again into depressing thoughts while looking away from her.

 

[Hoshirei]

Nari watched as the teen ran through quite a few emotions at once, probably unaware that she could tell quite clearly where his emotions were flowing. She was quite curious about this young man, though her Uchiha/Shiba mask covered that quite spectacularly. From his standing position, he sank back down into almost the same position he was in before. Just as she was about to crouch and ask if he was okay, he stood back up. She had seen his body fold into a depressed stance, and if she needed any more proof, that false smile certainly clinched that the teen was a bit depressed a moment ago.
He held out his coat and she couldn't help but smile softly at him. She was used to the temperature of the cave at night, and was about to refuse when he continued on to say that he was from Leaf and that no one would buy it from him because of that. In an odd burst of compassion, she moved to stand a little closer to him and stroked the fur on the coat, gently relieving it from him. Nari inspected the coat calmly before putting it on. It was a little big, but it was warm, and that's what mattered. She then slowly placed her hand on his shoulder, if he allowed, silently asking him to at least look up at her.
"You know, I would be more than willing to buy this from you once we are out of this area. Shall we walk?"
She may be from an old clan, but her own "branch" was a lot more compassionate than the original. Her branch cared little for the ambition seen in the other Uchiha groups. The Shiba urged their members to be the best that they could be, but to not believe that they had to be the best or in the highest position. They had found that this fairly combated the famed "madness" that seemed to surround Uchiha in the past.

 

[Akaoni Aomaki]

Being a saddening, mentally unstable sack of depression had its benefits? Aomaki pursed his lower lip inward and bit it, seething blood. He was talking to a mask, but it had emotions too. He knew these kinds of masks. They mostly never had emotions from the village he came from. They just killed people and liked it.. He had to kill men like that. He was glad she wasn't like the whole of an entire branch from Leaf was. Actually, the whole of almost three branches from Leaf. He was also glad that there were good people in this place beyond the one praised as "God" of this sanctified village. The hand went from the furred coat, dressing the original body with it, to his shoulder. Huh? He nodded, trying to look in the holes of the mask again. The silver eyes made contact with his purple ones.

I really like her eyes.. They remind me of something.. He thought, almost saying it under his breath. He realized she was closer to him. She asked him if she could buy it. "It's a gift to you now...I feel you've already repaid me something, be it in my next life or a previous one." He said, conceiving an actual smile this time around. He nodded to her, and asked her, "Where do you live?" in a low tone of voice. He stopped seething. This night is moving fast.. He thought again, feeling a bit embarrassed. She actually didn't seem to have any bodily problems such as broken bones.. And she wasn't drunk.. And she was even an ANBU.. His plans to escort her were out of leisurely compassion for another now. He thought back to another time and actually realized he literally could recall no event like this. The peach-colored background in his mind slowly turned to more...realistic colors.

 

[Hoshirei]

When he did look up, Nari's bare face was graced with a soft smile. As their eyes met, she could tell he almost said something, but she was fine with him not saying anything. She couldn't help but blink in astonishment when he told her that the coat was now a gift. She didn't quite understand what he meant about already feeling as if he had received payment for it. Studying him a bit closer, she realized that his eyes reminded her of something, something that she couldn't quite place. She was lost in her musings for a few moments until she registered his question.

"I'll still need to act drunk for a bit, just so you know. I live in the Sietch, though once we leave here, I'll be able to act as a guide. My favorite bakery should still be open. Perhaps I could treat you to a meal, since you so graciously gifted this coat." With little hesitation, she "stumbled" toward the exit of the Palais. As they walked, she would ponder a bit upon their meeting. She wondered just how long he had been watching her. Had her form caught his eye after she exited the alley? Before she entered it? Had he seen her both entering and exiting? Oh she hoped not. If he had, had he put two and two together? She decided not to worry about it too much, though if he brought it up, she would deny it vehemently, hoping that he would get the hint that it was not something to be spoken about.

 

[Akaoni Aomaki]

Watching her in silence, he read her emotions and her actions. He contemplated her mind. He felt calmed by her mystique and her breath-taking presence. This is a first, indeed.. He thought to himself, not detaching his eyes from hers as he tried looking past the veil of the world into her. He watched her not understand his present, and felt a bit mistaken by her when she asked him for dinner. Something inside his chest thumped and he swallowed whatever he had in his throat at the time into his stomach. When he breathed, he felt a warmness in the air, and felt a bit concerned when he realized it was a scent that went back and forth between himself and her. Something inside of him started to burn more than his stomach's hunger, something in his chest.. This scent he shared with her was alluring and attractive, something he couldn't deny flowing through his body as if it were some god-given thing that he would forever praise for the rest of his days. He realized that this scent was the fuel to whatever fiery flame burned inside of his heart right now.

She escaped his sight and left his grasp. So.. Sietch? He mentally wrote down some notes. He didn't care what she had to do because she was a 'mask'. He listened to her melodious words explain. He wanted to pay for this meal, not her.. She didn't have to pay for anything! "No, wait! I will pay with my own money for our meal together! It is the least I can do for.." he twiddled his fingers as he started to call out to her some things on how he was going to make this go down, "you.. your friendship!" he said stated aloud, his musical wind elemental magicks calling out to her ears for her to hear. He noticed she had a lead on him as she continued to stumble off. That scent forced his legs to run toward her. He felt amorous inside, something he really had never experienced before. He poked his index fingers together for a second, and then dashed up to her side, then keeping with her at her pace. I hope this bakery has some good bread.. He thought to himself, putting his hand over his stomach as he listened and felt it roar with hungry acids inside of his body. He pat his pocket, which held his wallet full of yen, as he looked happily toward her and giggled a bit. "I've collected myself some money too! I will use it for us!" He said, walking by her side.

[OOC - MFT]

 

[Hoshirei]

She knew he was studying her, what kind of person wouldn't study someone they just met? A fool, that's whom. She knew he could feel something between them, she could feel something herself, but was unsure exactly what. Though he was certainly younger, and a foreigner, he seemed to be a good guy. There and then, she decided to just see where this was going. Nari was brought to a halt when he expressed his want to pay for their up coming meal. Luckily they had been close to the exit, so she hadn't stopped until they were just out of the gates of the district. She allowed him to catch up before setting a sedate pace toward their future food. This was starting to feel like a date, but she didn't mind.

Nari shot a smile at the young man beside her. "If you wish to pay, I will not stop you. I will ask for one thing in return. May I know your name? I shall relate my own as well."

 

[Akaoni Aomaki]

While he was looking and generally staring at her while transferring the lovely smell back and forth between them with his heart pounding heavily, he muttered his name. ..Did you just mutter? Let's retry that. He thought to himself, and made a whimpering noise. ..Why did you just whimper? We must retry that. And made a whispering noise. This time was a little louder, but she still can't hear me. I must try to speak again. This time he uttered something unintelligible, just as all his past attempts to say his name have been. I need to try harder.. But.. Just looking at her is making this very hard for me.. It's like my chest is going to explode for some reason.. I've never felt this way before.. He tried to make another noise. He passed half of his name this time, "Ao..." he spoke, then stopping with her. He ran to her again after she had went forward some. It took him a few moments to drink down whatever knobs he had in his throat and give it another go, "I am.. I am.. Akaoni Aomaki!" he spoke victoriously this time, the knobs and fire in his stomach, heart and throat all had been alleviated momentarily by his honorably healthy conscience's decision to stop for a second in time.

When she shot him a smile, he tried to return the same look to her. He had been extremely nervous ever since fully approaching her up front. That furred coat looks very nice on her.. She may have it forever, as long as there is a sun in this world to warm us.. And even then, even if there is no sun still, she may have it.. It's her possession.. Such a beautifying thing.. It brings out her eyes in this cold place and warms her chilled body for me.. So she will not feel coldness, and the creeping chill of darkness may not attempt to grasp her and take her.. He waited for her to speak her name. She's going to give me what to call her by for the rest of our lives together, be they short or long. It may not last but a mere minute longer between us, and it may last a lifetime, or even through immortality, longer.. I don't like waiting, but I do like spending time.. It's so easy to, I guess.. His eyes sparkled whilst looking at hers, and he blushed a deep crimson color over his cheeks. He continued to share that same scent back and forth with her.. The unidentifiable scent that was sure to make his heart burst soon.

[OOC - MFT]

 

[Hoshirei]

Well, this was new. Nari was certainly not used to a man stuttering his own name, especially when she was not in formal wear or trying to appear intimidating. When he finally spoke it, she smiled softly. Aomaki was a fine name for a young man. He tried to return her smile exactly, and for the most part he was successful, though his nervousness still shone through.

"My name is Shiba Nari. It is nice to meet you," she said, trying to catch his eye. A noise in the distance caught her attention, her sharingan automatically activating as she studied the direction from whence the sound came. So used to seeing in this manner, she did not notice that she did not deactivate her rather unusual colored doujutsu. "Tell me more about yourself, Aomaki. What is your favorite activity to do in your down time?"

 

[Akaoni Aomaki]

By her side, Aomaki continued. Aomaki poked his index fingers together again and still kept on looking embarrassed. He was still generating and exchanging the scent that made him amorous with her. His heartfelt breath that made him feel woozy and taken was almost visible as he exhaled out whatever of the scent and of oxygen he inhaled just previously. He stretched his body a bit and pulled his upper-sides from the torso from side to side a bit as he looked into her eyes. He nicely grinned gratefully to her when she gave him her name.

Shiba...Nari. I do like that name very much! He thought, exclaiming in his own mind. Her silvery eyes' looks pierced through this darkened nighttime of the underground. They shone a new day and foretold of many merry things to him. He heard a hard flickering, some general metallic rummaging and deep, loud barking from dogs behind himself. He also heard an older man cursing loudly, and thusly ignored what was behind him and looked unaffected by goings-on around the two. He continued to stare into her piercing gaze that transitioned in beauteous colors from a perfect silver form to a godly purple like a Sharingan. She, too, has purple eyes hidden away in her own doujutsu! This is exciting! He released his breath a bit raggedly and opened his maw a bit, looking quite stunned by her beauty's hidden secrets. Oh my.. I.. Oh, oh my.. Myself? I like.. Looking into your eyes, and I like your scent, and I like your voice, and.. He said these things under his breath almost, his lips moving perfectly to utter the words, but the words not entirely forming or coming out. He shook his head inside his mind. "I like listening to lore and tales, engaging in or listening to bardsong of many a great poet, and I like investigating things, as well as reading! Especially readings of histories of many great things in the past!" He came up to say with a normal voice after moving his lips to his thoughts' words and uttering some half-words in reality. He wondered about her even more now.. She was so intriguing to him.. She stole his breath even more.. His heart pounded softly, but heavily.

[OOC - MFT]

 

[Okibi]

(I will be crashing your topic 8D. Just to note, since I dont make mention of them in this post cause Im stupid, Okibi's body is COVERED in scars from the neck down. Just so you know. 8])

"Mmmmm. So good." Okibi moaned around a mouthful of peach flavored muffin. She'd just exited a bakery she'd discovered only recently, after requesting a large amount of baked goods for the Christmas party she hosted not long ago. The owner, a large, foreign born man by the name of Olgav, was quite the friendly sort, and Okibi enjoyed visiting him regularly for a batch of her favorite muffins. The bread itself was flavored with peach juice, according to the baker, and there were small pieces of her favorite fruit inside. It didnt get any better than that.

She munched happily on what had to be her third muffin since exiting the establishment, not caring that she was slowly but surely whittling down her buy before she could even get home to share it with her family. The Takahashi name was well known throughout the village, probably the most well known of any clan, being that they housed the line of the Stewards of Sand. While there was no rightful Kazekage sitting on the throne, they ruled the village in his stead. Since the Christmas party, many of the villages vendors and business men had come to be intimately acquainted with Okibi herself, Ward of the Steward. She was pretty sure a few of them were even scare of her, as she might have . . . lost her temper with them at some point during negotiations . . .

"Going to save some of those for the rest of us?" Said the white doberman, ears cropped high and his thick neck bedecked with a spiked collar, walking beside Okibi. She glanced down at him, her cheek full of baked goodness, and her red and pink eyes wide. With a heavy swallow, she looked down at the bag that was only a little more than half full now. She'd just polished off a fourth muffin. Laughing nervously, she shifted the bag to her metal right arm and reached down to pat her companion on the head. "Of course I am, Seven. What did you think I was going to do, eat them all before we got home?"

The large dog gave her a deadpanned look. "If I hadnt said something, you would have, and you know it."

Okibi scoffed, playing innocent, turning her nose up into the air. "Dont be ridiculous, I- oomph!" Her declaration of innocence was cut in half when she walked right into another woman, hard enough to send herself into a small spin, and losing her hold on her bag of muffins. The baked goods fell from her grasp, and she watched it what seemed like dramatic slow motion as it fell . . . fell . . . fell . . . and hit the ground with a thump, her precious delicacies rolling everywhere.

Her mouth hung open for a moment, her face a mask of disbelief.

Then she looked up with a sneer and a growl at the person, or persons, responsible for making her drop them. She stood between a dark haired young woman, and a ginger haired boy. She took turns glaring at the two, and was about to lay into them with her tongue sharpened by her temper, when Seven barreled into her legs, jolting her. She looked down and saw him glaring up at her. "Dont you dare. It was your fault, not theirs."

Okibi floundered for a moment, wanting to hold onto her anger as she was so used to dealing with it. But, the dog was right. Letting out a gusty sigh, Okibi pulled herself upright and addressed the pair she'd run into. "Sorry for bumping into you. I wasnt watching where I was going." Then she looked back at her ruined purchase, her eyes saddening. "What a waste . . ."

[MFT]

 

[Hoshirei]

With her Sharingan active, even by accident, she easily caught the words that Aomaki's lips formed. Nari kept her sudden wariness to herself, not even letting it show in her eyes, though she did roll her shoulders almost imperceptibly to release some discomfit. She knew the Nekozuka family, and as such, knew that her scent was particularly pleasant, a combination of cherries and vanilla, with a touch of something fiery almost imperceptible. But hearing that from someone who did not seem to have that heritage was starting to make her very wary. She had the sudden urge to take the coat off and followed her gut, allowing it to drape over her arm. It was quite a bit warmer in this section, so near the bakeries and other restaurants.

Just as she was thinking about how to cut out a chunk of awkwardness, another woman ran into her. The collision forced a shocked Nari to the ground. She slowly got back up, brushing herself off when she noticed who exactly this person was. If she hadn't heard much about the woman before her, then she may have mistaken her for just another war-scarred Inuzuka, but seeing the doberman beside her clinched it. She had been given a general description of the Steward's ward, but that did not do the woman justice. Even with the numerous scars, she was still rather beautiful. The second thing Nari noticed was that there was a bag of spilled pastries on the ground, the third, her dog spoke common. She knew Kimi and her tigers, but meeting another talking animal was always an interesting moment.

Nari watched as the woman's companion chastised her and she seemed to hold in her anger well, realizing that it was partly her own fault. Slowly, Nari knelt next to the bag and salvaged as many pastries as she could. All in all, there were still six perfectly good ones.
"Sorry about that," she said, moving a bit closer to Okibi and raising up the repaired bag. "As odd as it may seem, thank you." Nari gave Okibi a slightly pleading look, glancing in the direction of the other human in the vicinity. "I just met him and I don't know how to let him down lightly..." She trailed off and moved away. Her Sharingan were still active, and below her notice.

 

[Akaoni Aomaki]

Still looking with his heartfelt state into Nari's eyes, Aomaki retained his blush. He stood in place and realized another women went spinning once she bumped into Nari. Aomaki's face flushed a bit. Someone hit Nari? He frowned sadly at the delinquency of another person that was now glaring with fire in her eyes at the two of them. He gave a deep sigh, and looked down to the ground. He put his hands in his pockets and walked to Nari's side, helping her retrieve the woman's goodies. "These smell good, stranger.. I will help you with them since it seems you're a bit hurt yourself. Are these from that Bakery in Sietch you were telling me about that we were going to go visit, Nari?" asked Aomaki, noticeably disturbed by the woman's appearance and how she acted toward them. He had gasped a bit when the dog rammed her. He kept his eyes on the scarred woman as he helped Nari retrieve her goods.. He wasn't some bastard that would watch his newfound womanly friend help a stranger without helping both the stranger and his own friend by just standing there.. He was a samaritan! His scent shared between Nari and himself disrupted by the other person's and dog's presence, he tried hurriedly to help. He struggled a bit and fumbled about as he knelt down with his hands trying to grasp the pastries with gloves on them and leather armor and fishnets underneath.

Aomaki did indeed notice Nari's sudden hotness in the change of temperature as they went to new environments near Sietch, and tried to stay calm as he tried to make the new woman that was saddened and angered with them no more so she would go about her ways. Her canine doberman interested him a bit. After standing upward from giving the bag the breaded pastries again, he tipped his lower lip with his extended index finger. He scented the particular sweets that rubbed off on his finger a bit as well as scented the new person and the dog. There were a lot of scents in the air, but the one he really wanted was Nari's. He looked to the strange woman. "People like you make me want to become a medic so I may learn how to cure such horrible and disastrous damages done to people like you! It's terrible your body looks like that! I'm sorry we were in the way when you were walking through here, I guess I should really pay attention to my surroundings and not stand in the middle of public roads such as what we stand in right now. I hope you can forgive me." He exclaimed to her, professing his true intentions as a Shinobi right now. He wasn't very good at trying to defeat his enemies yet, so it seemed logical for him to become someone that could heal those that were good at fighting instead. He looked to Nari after looking at Okibi and Okibi's companion. He grasped her most delightful scent once more after the sudden bursts of happenings and his heart started pounding once more. He fell into the same trance as before, and stepped backward from the main road, putting his leg up on a wall behind him as he shrugged his arms in a hug against his chest and other arm for each itself. "Nari, you're interesting to me! Could you tell me how Sharingans become purple?" Aomaki asked Nari, having a little more courage since he wasn't so far into the trance this time as he was before since he was previously interrupted by the scarred woman.

[Greetings Okibi! / By the way Nari, the scent he smells = your pheromones, whilst the scent he gives = his pheromones. ^w^]

 

[Okibi]

Okibi made a face at the bag and the rumpled and slightly dirty muffins inside. Call her spoiled from her years in the village, but the thought of eating something that touched the floor that hundreds of people traversed everyday did not please her. "Thanks . . ." She said slowly, before walking over to a nearby trashcan. "But I cant take these home to my family now. Ill just have to buy more. No biggie." She dusted her hands after depositing the bag in the trash and turned back around, her hands on her hips. She scrutinized the couple shed accidentally run into, taking in their appearances, and with her nose slightly in the air, their scents.

She rose an eyebrow belatedly at the female, curious about the quiet entreaty she'd made. Was she asking for help in fending on the - Okibi glanced at the ginger haired boy - affections of her companion? She let her gaze rove lazily over the pair as she gave this some thought.

Then something the boy said had her red and pink eyes snapping up, narrowing on him, her temper flaring. Okibi stomped over to the boy, getting right up in his face without a care of whether she was making him uncomfortable by invading his very personal space. In fact, she hoped she was making him uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. "People like me? Let me tell you something buddy." She brandished one of the clawed fingers of her mechanical right arm, sticking it under his chin so that it just barely grazed the sensitive underside. "Keep your pity to yourself, I dont need it. You think I need fixing? I think you need fixing." She got even closer, bending her neck forward just enough so she could take a deep inhale of the air around his neck. Not that being so close was necessary; she could have scented him from a mile away.

Her eyes narrowed on his as she pulled back, growling softly in her chest. She could smell the amorous emotions roiling around inside him, and when she glanced back over her shoulder and sniffed for the girls scent, she could tell the object of his attentions didnt want them. Snapping her glare back on him, she continued. "Cant you tell the lady doesnt like you that way?"

Sitting beside the dark haired girl, Seven sighed loudly. "I'm sorry if we're holding you up. It's hard to stop her when she gets like this."

 

[Hoshirei]

(((Oh, I figured, but Nari doesn't know that, and she's not really giving off more than the "normal" amount.)))

Nari's face turned slightly sheepish when Okibi said that she'd just have to buy some more. She could understand that. The floors may be stone, but dirt still collected everywhere. "Yeah, that's where we were going to eat as acquaintances." Soon's was one of her favorite bakeries, coming at a close second to Just in Chime. She watched as Aomaki walked over and leaned up against the wall. And then he said something that no one should ever say to a Shinobi, especially to one who allowed scars to form. She resisted the urge to smack her forehead with her palm, allowing her eye to twitch instead, she closed her eyes and her Sharingan finally deactivated, allowing the silver color to return.

What happened next, she almost couldn't believe. The feral look on Okibi's face was shocking, but well deserved. His comment only turned her off even more, chilling her toward the young man. Her father had numerous scars, not because he did not receive treatment, but because his wounds were severe. He had others that were not from severe wounds, but he thought it gave him a rugged look. She couldn't help but agree. She had a few herself, including a jagged one, from a rather large scorpion, that she had covered with her ANBU mark. Scars, like tattoos, held stories The more she thought about it, the more what he said irked her. The other woman's dog apologized for the woman's actions, but Nari shook her head.

"Do not apologize for her. Akaoni, if you really want to survive here, and become a medic, there are a few things you will have to remember. Some people here like having scars. They are reminders of the past, of mistakes, of losses, of victories. They hold some of the best stories you will ever hear. You spoke of learning histories of people and places, sometimes learning the stories behind the scars is the best way to learn someone's history.

As for this one's comment, I do not know what gave you the idea that I may be interested in you. As the heir of my clan, creating acquaintances and allies are important. I may have been taking you to a bakery for some food, but that was to help you acclimate to this new village. As for my eyes, they are a family trait. The Uchiha you may have met, might have red Sharingan, however that is not necessarily the norm here." Taking a deep breath, Nari opened her eyes again.

"Now, if you would like, to join me in a small meal, I will be headed toward Soon's. Akaoni, you are still welcome to join me so long as you understand that it is as acquaintances only. If you would like, I would appreciate paying for at least half of what was spilt upon the ground, seeing as it was partly my fault." The last was aimed in Okibi and Seven's direction, and she turned towards her destination. She walked a few steps and shot a questioning glance back at the group before continuing on her way.

[MFT; WC: 521]

 

[Akaoni Aomaki]

There was a claw in a fixed position under his chin, where his throat was under. Why?.. Why do you.. He was out of his trance. His eyes straightened on the woman in front of him and the words from Nari now started to fade into nothingness inside of his mind. He focused his eyesight on the woman in front of him and his pupils decreased in size drastically. He felt beads of sweat start to form over his body. He definitely didn't want this kind of attention right now. Seriously.. "Listen! I'm sorry I made you angered, I only meant for you to be at peace knowing there were people that wished for others to not be pained or hurt! It's a thing I believe in – believing no one should be in pain or ever should have to experience hurting, inside or outside!" He hoarsely exclaimed as Nari and Okibi started chirping and harping to him about serious things. I want a passport.. I don't think Sand is turning out very well for me.. Mercy looked through his mind and through his eyes at the women in front of him. Aomaki tried to retain Mercy inside of his own body so these people would not literally kill him instead of just scar him themselves for their honor to be renewed, so he learns a lesson for life about scars being a form of art and history. If worse came to worse, Mercy would appear, but hopefully that would not happen just yet.. Hotness, fiery hotness and fleshy stimulation of metal's edge continuously bothered Aomaki. Looks like I won't be eating anytime soon tonight with the way things are suddenly going.. His mind was completely devoid of anything that it was filled with before. He had the intentions to get out of Sunagakure since these people were suddenly very cruel, stubborn and prideful. He wondered why he was turned against so suddenly by others when he had done nothing but only try to give his best for others..

He was instantly and suddenly on edge, on the course of doing something incredibly stupid with the way he had been acting lately that he was being called out on through these women alerting him of his incredibly inane and foolish acts. His arms were high up in the air and his back was flat against the wall behind him, as well as his legs. His skin had goosebumps, and his lips were rapidly chapped. "I was drunk on something going through my body earlier, but thanks to this new form of contact, it's left my system. I'm sorry if it made me do things I should not have. I do not know how to say I am sorry enough for having caused you problems. I only have a couple thousand yen, but I hope it is enough to satiate your hungers. I'm going to be unable to eat tonight it seems, due to my own foolishness and stupidity. I hope through this I can learn from my mistakes and my mis-comings. I hope you can forgive my childishness. I should not have been so leisurely about myself and with others. I will learn from these mistakes and I will try to make everyone feel comfortable. I'm sorry our philosophies differ. I hope we can still be neutral, so as to not create war. I will keep my thoughts that might hurt others to myself from now on. I will fix myself, my errors, my flaws and my follies. I hope that what I give now is enough to repay for my insincere and unthoughtful acts." He ramblingly spoke out to try to avoid unwanted 'punishment' for his deeds. He flicked his left arm's hand and summoned his coin purse to float on his magical winds in front of him, it coming out of his left-side robe pocket. "This wallet of mine contains my three-thousand, three-hundred yen. It's all I can offer right now, please accept my humblest apologies." He fell down to the ground softly using his wind magicks, and prostrated in humility to ensure he would not be harmed. "I do not belong here, I am sorry. I give my thousands of apologies in this form of monetary compensation. I hope they are enough. I will never come back if it has come to that. If I am allowed, I wish to ask for a passport so I may retreat from these lands that I am unwelcome in. I yield from all of my sinful ways and I beg for your Mercy. I wish to continue living so that I may learn and someday be able to combat evil, but if it has come to it.." He had spoken 'Mercy' in Mercy's own voice as she slightly controlled him to. He started taking out his katana blade from his backside's satchel, but stopped because he didn't like suicide, "..then I will engage in the ceremonial acts of seppuku that will leave us all honored and humbled with modesty, humility and peace.." He finished speaking, all very clearly and in order. He did not look up as he prostrated to those in front of him. He had become too lenient ever since he slew his master, his father that tormented him for years, and had taught him all these things he knew now of tradition, honor and rank.. He wondered if maybe he should visit him too soon on purpose.

[He has a second conscience named 'Mercy' that he is right now trying to suppress from taking over.]

 

[Okibi]

The moment the boy's prattling started, Okibi's face wiped clean of its irritation and drew up a blank look in its wake. She never could pay attention when people started getting long winded, but she did try to cue in now and then. From what she could gather of his ridiculous ramblings and desperate babbling, he was immensely sorry for offending her - them. Okibi drew her metal claw away, it having gone limp with boredom once he'd started blathering. She was about to grin and forgive him of all his transgressions when his next action threw her completely for a loop. He fell to the ground, prostrating himself.

One of Okibi's snowy eyebrows shot up into her hairline, her look well and truly shocked. Was this kid seriously groveling? She looked at Seven at the dark haired girl, her mouth twisting with distaste and her brow furrowed with disbelief. She pointed a thumb at the bowing boy, as if silently asking 'Is he for real?'. She cleared her throat and was about to stop the boys rambling and haul him back to his feet - she couldnt take anymore of his ridiculous beseeching, and making it sound like their village was such a horrible place - when he drew a katana from behind him. Okibi's eyes flew wide when she realized just what he was doing.

"Yeah, might wanna stop that before he gets himself all over the sidewalk." Seven said from behind her, sounding just the tiniest bit snarky.

Didnt have to tell her twice.

Throwing herself to her knees, Okibi clasped her hands over Aomaki's halting the progress of the sword before he could actually do any damage to himself. Grunting, she wrestled the blade away, or at the very least tried to get the pointy end away from the boy. "Are you serious right now?!" She exclaimed, keeping one hand viced around his and using the other to lift his head so she could look him in the eye. "Killing yourself is completely and absolutely unnecessary. You just irritated us a little, thats all. Jeez, we heard you the first time you apologized. No need to spill your guts on the street." Not taking anymore chances, she attempted to snatch the blade away from Aomaki and hauled him up onto his feet by his arm - Okibi was remarkably strong after all. She dusted him off with one hand, still looking perturbed, but her touch was gentle . . . enough, anyway. Big sister mode go! "You really do have some issues stranger. Theres really no need to leave the village, I promise were not all that bad." She finished dusting him, and with a twirl and flourish, presented his sword back to him. "Just . . . watch what you say from now on."

Then she smiled, as though all was forgotten. Just because she had a short temper didnt mean she couldnt be nice.

Behind her, she heard a doggish snort. "As if youre one to talk." He muttered, but Okibi heard him just fine. She ignored him for the moment; she'd get him back for that later. One of her eyebrows twitched as she looped an arm with one of Aomaki's and started draggin him after Nari, who'd already started towards the bakery. It was a purely friendly sort of gesture. "I'm Okibi by the way and that's Seven."

 

[Hoshirei]

Nari's forward movement halted as she caught the gist of where the boy's speech was headed. She immediately turned around and headed back toward the small group. It was only a few steps back to them, but she couldn't help but turn around also going into big sister mode. Her brother was this lad's age. She watched and listened as Okibi set the boy straight.

"Okibi is right. I am sorry if we seemed excessively harsh. Long days and running into each other, quite literally, are not good for short tempers. I apologize for my words as well. I see no reason for you to go without eating tonight, and it would be terribly cruel to take your means from you. Perhaps you would like to meet my brother sometime? He's around your age and tends to be slower to anger than myself. He inherited more of my mother's temperament."

A concerned look graced the young woman's face. She certainly did not want to be the reason for someone committing seppuku, especially when it was undeserved.