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Post by Zanpachi on Sept 3, 2013 19:52:54 GMT -5
Kenpachi could still hear the sounds of crushing bone as he limped through the forest. With every step his ancestors blade came down with a sleek crunch against the forest floor and it reminded him of that sickening crunch that accompanied the breaking of another's body.
It was a dishonour; a rotten shame; that he was reduced to using one of the most famous blades in all the world as a walking cane. It was a necessity however. Ninja of the Hidden Mist had attacked. Again. Those persistent bastards rarely gave up. Kenpachi hated the Mist most of all. He could never blame his own peoples for thinking that he had done such terrible things for they had been mislead but those nosey, rotten Mist ninja had no reason to be hunting down Kenpachi. They were all for the glory. Once a village known for it's rogue ninja now a village known for it's hatred of them. That had been a quick change.
Kenpachi was out of breath. He had made quite a trek from where he had been ambushed on an injured leg. He had narrowly evaded a kunai grenade and some shrapnel had gotten lodged in his leg. He had, rather painfully, dug said shrapnel out but it had torn who knows what and where. The problem was not the pain. Kenpachi barely registered such small levels of pain. It was the blood flow and the difficulty in walking that was a real pain in the ass.
Kenpachi came to rest against a tree. At first he was resigned to simply regain his breath before continuing onward to the Land of Moon's main settlement but as time passed he began to slip further and further down the tree until he was sitting propped up against it looking up at the stars. The moon was surely something to behold over this Island like it had drawn just a smidge closer to the Island that shared it's name.
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Post by Koyanagi Amaterasu on Sept 3, 2013 20:31:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] i only hurt myself to show you that i can feel words: 427 tags: kenpachi notes: 427/2500 used: mystical palm technique chakra: 95% credit: akemi of btn The moon was full tonight.
Tera had needed a breath of fresh air; a few stolen moments of solitude, to think, to wonder, to calm herself and settle the turbulent emotions churning inside of her. It had been days - weeks, actually - since that night of confessions and tears and sweet kisses - and Kakuzu had still not come to the conclusion that he would be better off without her. He was still deluding himself into the belief that she was a person worthy of his love, when in reality she was nothing but a frightened young woman with no idea what her place in the world was.
She was perched up in a tree, enclosed by the leafy branches, with just a hint of moonlight peeking through the spaces. A gentle breeze blew, rustling the leaves and her ivory hair, which tonight hung unbound, falling around her shoulders. The night was cool; for a moment Tera wished she'd brought a cloak or something of the sort, and considered going back for one. That idea was discarded almost immediately - because she heard footsteps on the ground below her.
Tera froze, hardly even daring to breathe, let alone move or anything of the sort. Whoever was passing beneath her had an uneven gait, almost as if... they were injured? The woman frowned. If there was someone hurt, she couldn't just sit there and let them struggle on - or worse, die. The sound of footsteps stopped, and she worked up the courage to peer down at the ground below.
A man - older, but not as old as Kakuzu, she surmised. And he was badly wounded - enough that he couldn't keep walking. Was he a shinobi? It was possible, but it was pretty rare to run into shinobi around these parts... She had some suspicion about why he was all the way out here. Perhaps for similar reasons to her own. And that would make him a rogue. But, of course, she couldn't be sure. And that wasn't the important thing right now. The important thing was making sure this man, innocent or not, lived to see the dawn.
Tera descended from her tree and knelt next to him. Locating the injury was easy. Within seconds her hands rested gently on the wound, lit with mint green chakra that she poured into him, trying to fix anything that had gone wrong. She was so focused on healing his leg that she didn't even notice whether he was conscious or not - an oversight which could prove fatal... |
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Post by Zanpachi on Sept 4, 2013 7:22:54 GMT -5
Kenpachi's finely tuned ear heard her approach so he had closed his eye and regulated his breathing as if asleep. He was somewhat surprised when she dropped down beside him. He felt an intense pain in his leg. The kunai sprung out of his coat arm and the kunai was pressed against her throat in double quick time. He hadn't even opened one eye yet.
“Who sent you?” His eye opened peering intensely at the young girl. She was not what he had expected nor was the healing jutsu what he had suspected her to be doing to him. Kenpachi frowned and dropped his arm reloading the kunai into it's spring. The girl obviously didn't mean him any harm. Why on earth she was helping him was anyone's guess however.
“Have you ever heard of patient consent? Who sent you? What do you want?” Kenpachi was a little tired and more than a little crotchety from old age. Kenpachi sighed softly. The majority of the world's hunter nin were out to get him and he was telling a girl off for healing him out of the kindness of her heart? “I appreciate the gesture, young lady, but just who are you?” Kenpachi asked a little less accusingly.
Under the light of the moon Kenpachi took this time to study the girl. She wasn't an overly impressive figure and hid the gait of a trained shinobi well. She wore no headband as some of the more foolish rogues were likened to do. She didn't seem very appropriately dressed for the cool night. A simple cloak might have sufficed. Perhaps she had not the money for such things. A second gen Nukenin living their whole life on the run perhaps? Kenpachi was aware he was jumping to conclusions. Only the course of time would tell.
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Post by Koyanagi Amaterasu on Sept 4, 2013 14:51:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] i only hurt myself to show you that i can feel words: 416 tags: kenpachi notes: 843/2500 chakra: 95% credit: akemi of btn Tera flinched, her movements coming to a halt when she felt the cold steel of the blade pressed against her throat. She held her breath, wide, fearful eyes trained on the mustachioed man.
"N-no one, sir. I-I was just sitting i-in the tree, a-and I could tell y-you were hurt, a-and..." she managed to stutter out, drawing a shaky breath, as he, apparently having decided that she meant no harm, put the kunai back from whence it had sprung. The young woman pressed a hand to her throat, checking to make sure he hadn't drawn any blood.
"M-my partner and I a-are just passing through. N-no one sent me." she repeated again, resting her hands on her knees. She hadn't managed to heal him completely, but there was no way she was going to try to continue until he gave his explicit permission. She'd nearly gotten her throat slit for it the first time, after all. "I-I don't want anything from y-you, I swear. I j-just... I hate seeing people hurt a-and I can't stand n-not doing something about it i-if I have the ability. I-I just wanted to help..."
Tera shivered. She was really beginning to wish she'd brought something to keep her warm. Oh well. "My name is Tera. What can I call you?" She didn't presume that he would be at all willing to share any information with her. Most rogues weren't. Kakuzu, well... He was the exception. He was the exception to a lot of things, actually. "Can I...?" She gestured to his leg, obviously asking for permission to continue healing him.
She wondered if, once she'd fixed him up, he would turn around and slit her throat anyway. She wondered if he was one of those ruthless types that would cut someone down just because they could. Tera hoped he had more honor than that. Not to mention it would save him a whole lot of hassle if he left her alive. Kakuzu had been furious after seeing her attacked before - and that was after they hadn't seen each other in a year. Now that they were... involved? Is that the right word? Well, now that they had some sort of close relationship, his retaliation would be the death of anyone and everyone in his way. Or, at least, that was what Tera would assume. |
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Post by Zanpachi on Sept 5, 2013 9:26:34 GMT -5
Kenpachi could have mistaken her for a much younger girl had the moonlight not illuminated her so nicely. Her mannerism didn't help much either. She reminded him a little of how his wife had been when she was younger and by younger Kenpachi meant a good six years younger than this girl. She just didn't seem to have that 'I've killed people n shit' look about her that ninja had at her age. Then again the medics were never very hard people. It was generally why they picked such a profession.
“Your partner?” Kenpachi asked with a growl scanning around himself with his one eye. When Kenpachi spotted, and heard, no one he gave up and asked instead “Who is he?” in the vain hope that he may have once spotted him in a bingo book. He had a hobby of collecting the bingo books of failed hunters. They were usually rather interesting reads.
When she gave her own name he ran it through his mind for likely matches. It seemed familiar but he couldn't place it. His search came up dry after several moments of thinking making his answer to her question somewhat delayed. “Kenny, call me Kenny.” He instructed her. That was the name Sokka had called him when he was feeling exceptionally insubordinate. She had given a nickname first. It seemed somewhat appropriate to give one in response.
Kenpachi glared at her hands in response to her question. He didn't like that hokey magic shit. It looked too similar to other techniques that mangled rather than healed. To be fair no one had ever tried such a cheap trick on him before and he could most likely slit her throat before she got very far in such an endeavour. “Fine.” He finally agreed sternly “But no funny business. One wrong move and your head goes through this tree.”
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Post by Koyanagi Amaterasu on Sept 5, 2013 14:45:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] i only hurt myself to show you that i can feel words: 337 tags: kenpachi notes: 1180/2500 used: mystical palm technique chakra: 85% credit: akemi of btn "Ah, he's not here. He's at our motel." Tera clarified. She wished she hadn't mentioned that she had a partner; now he was likely to be even more suspicious. Not to mention that Kakuzu might not be all that happy if he found out... But she wasn't going to tell him anything else about the older man, that was for sure. He didn't need to know she traveled with one of the most notorious rogues of their time, definitely not. "He wouldn't attack you even if he was here." Unless he thought that mustachioed man was a danger to their well-being or recognized him as a true criminal, anyway - a criminal that pillaged and murdered just because he could.
Kenny. Hm, even for a nickname, that sounded unusual. Certainly nothing she'd ever heard before - and there were quite a few possible names that the moniker could have been devised from, and probably quite a few people with said names, so that didn't really help her figure out who he was. Though he had a face that she didn't think she'd forget if she'd seen or heard about it, so she supposed it was a possibility that he wasn't a rogue. A very slim possibility, but a possibility nonetheless.
She withered under his glare, looking even more nervous than she had before. "A-alright." she murmured, resting her hands on the injured area and beginning the healing process for the second time. Tera wasn't able to concentrate quite as well, what with the threat of literally losing her head if anything went wrong, but eventually, she had fixed everything that was wrong. At least, she thought she had - while she had knowledge of medical ninjutsu, she had never really had any formal medical training, so she wasn't sure if everything was fixed perfectly. But she had done a serviceable job, and he would be able to walk with little to no pain now. |
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Post by Zanpachi on Sept 5, 2013 15:53:59 GMT -5
Kenpachi had no real reason to trust her and so many reasons not to. He did, however, have no reason to believe she would hurt him this very moment so an alliance of mutual peace was the best way to go. It would, at the very least, give him time to ask the girl a few questions.
She interested him a little though, perhaps a first for the girl, he was not interested in her bosom or womanly charms. He had not taken a woman since he had departed from his wife and he did not plan too. Kenpachi was curious by nature. It was part the 'know thine enemy' philosophy he followed. His father had always taught him that everyone was a potential enemy so learning the most about anyone be it friend or foe would always pay off in the long run. There had been a time when Kenpachi had disagreed with this statement and in part he still did but his situation required he followed it.
He didn't so much as wince while his leg knit itself together. Okay maybe once or twice. He remembered the day Sokka had openly doubted his endurance to pain. He'd challenged the boy to try and hurt him with a kunai. He was stabbed eighteen times before Sokka refused to hurt him any more pleading with his Sensai to go to the hospital.
“What brings you to the Land of Moon?” Kenpachi asked as he began fexing his leg muscled moving his foot toward and away from him in precise, practised movements as he tested the agility of his leg. “With skills such as yours I am surprised to see you do not wear a headband. Does your partner not wear one either?”
“Ha ha! Good as new. Thank you, Tera.” Kenpachi grinned and jumped to his feet bringing his massive blade up and over his head dropping it into the sheath slung over his back. “Where did you learn to do that anyway?” Kenpachi asked slyly watching her with his one eye.
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