Hayate Fuku
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Post by Hayate Fuku on Jul 29, 2013 18:47:42 GMT -5
And he stood.
It was a cold, cold day in Mizu no kuni. Fuku had parted from his wife at an early time this morning- something that he wasn't particularly fond of. He left Kirigakure no Sato, and head to the one place that he would be revisiting every year from now. It was officially one year since Hinata had passed from this world- and clutched in Fuku's hand was Samehada. The sword he had pried from her mid fight and struck her down with - her own sword. His sword. Samehada was just none-the-wiser and calmly placed mouth first into the ground so Fuku could lean on it. Little did it know, and if it did know- it didn't care enough to notice that Hinata was buried beneath it.
"Keh..."
Fuku lit a cigarette. Now- Fuku wasn't a smoker. But this was a special occasion. Fuku looked down as his sword as he took a drag- resisting the urge to cough as the smoke began to irritate his throat and let the fumes exit through his nose. Fuku felt it was simply better to keep silent, and so he brought Samehada up, brought it down into the dirt- then sat down, leaning up against it. Fuku was in some ways, afraid. He slightly felt that the reason he won that fight a year ago was because of luck. That she made the slightest mistake and allowed Fuku to get enough distance. If by some chance Fuku had grabbed Samehada and Hinata had waited instead of trying to strike him down before he was able to grab the sword- he would have probably died.
Another drag.
Fuku felt at incredible ease as the nicotine was beginning to work. All problems seemed to subside for the moment- he wasn't due any duties today but you could never really tell what would happen in the life of a Shinobi. His thoughts and mind left him as he began thinking about well.. nothing. Just at peace- a truly rare occasion. Is it because of this grave I lay here before? and in all truth, he wasn't sure. His right leg was straight, his left leg was propped up against the floor and his left arm rested upon it.
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This had been an interesting few days for the boy and it had definitely affected him in multiple aspects of his life. Specifically, the Genin hadn't been his usual charming self when it came to wooing every woman he came across. He barely cracked a smile when girls would shout to him in the streets. Had he finally matured out of the juvenile stage that had him hornier than a cactus at any given moment? Of course not! Something had just been able to occupy his mind enough to the point where he acted like every other rational being, with a tad more depression sprinkled in for good measure.
That reason had been his once in a lifetime encounter with Natsuki, a clan member of his who had gone rogue some years back. Normally, that wouldn't have been such a big deal, but considering their relationship pre-defection it hit him like a bag of bricks. The woman had been a large influence on Kuro when he was growing up and it was safe to say that he idolized her in more ways than one. She would always bribe him with treats to get him to hang out with her and then tell him lavish stories of her missions and training. It was a grand time for as long as it lasted; and then one day she left and didn't come back. Nobody ever told him why and for the longest time the Hozuki was upset beyond words, though as the years passed he eventually got over it. Suppressed it was a more accurate term and though it was a stretch one could say that Kuro's obsession with woman stemmed as a result of him trying to find something to occupy the hole that had been left when Natsuki left.
While he would never admit to it in any form, perhaps it had some truth to it. Though today was not intended to dwell on such thoughts, that would come soon enough. They had already agreed to meet in a couple weeks so that Kuro could finally get some answers, but until then he would have to be patient and act as normal as possible as to not draw attention which could possibly end up getting Natsuki hurt. His travels had taken him a decent distance from his home, though considering how cold it was made Kuro wish that he had stayed inside; alas, he was already out and may have well made the best of it.
It wasn't long before the smell of cigarette smoke filled the boys nostrils, something that the Hozuki neither enjoyed or was used to. He didn't know many people who picked up the terrible habit as it was a dead giveaway for most shinobi when they were supposed to be hidden creatures. His form soon caught up to the source of the smell and a rather strange looking object could be seen, along with a man. It looked to be wrapped in bandages and rather large, could it have been a person? Had Kuro just stumbled upon a crime scene, and if so was he to be next if spotted? However, curiosity had taken hold of the boy and he had to know what was wrapped underneath it. "Hey, got a body wrapped under that thing?" The boy shouted to the man as he was still a decent distance away, but closing the gap at a steady pace.
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Yasui Iku
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Post by Yasui Iku on Jul 30, 2013 19:46:35 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]you had your
heart set on an angel's kiss maybe a taste of bliss maybe a
long white dress and a fistful of flowers
you wrapped your arms around a murderer
pretending it didn't hurt every time i cut you
deeper and deeper i'm not the one i'm not the one Today was a very uneventful day so far. She didn't have a mission, her sister was off doing god knows what, Izuu was busy, she didn't know where Kuro was, and there was nothing fun to do. Iku was bored. And when Iku was bored... interesting things tended to happen.
She had left her house at some ungodly hour - to Iku, any time before noon was ungodly - and wandered around Kirigakure, trying to find either Hoozuki boy, so she could maybe convince one of them to take her out somewhere on a date. Now that would be an awesome way to spend some time, just her and one of the boys she had a crush on. But alas, she couldn't freaking find either of them. Searching for them might have gone a little easier if she knew where they lived... it wasn't like the genin was going to walk around, knock on doors, and ask if Izuu or Kuro lived there. There were way too many houses in the village for that. So that had been a bust. And then she'd scoped out the village for other hot guys, and well, let's just say Kirigakure didn't have all that many hot guys. She'd even tried the training grounds, and not found a single person worthy of her attention.
So she'd gone wandering elsewhere. And there was a whole lot of nothing for a long time. A whole, whole lot of nothing. God, this was such a pain in the ass. And then...
A guy. But she was too far away to get a good look at him or the massive thing he was lugging around. Hmm... compensating for something, perhaps? Of course, she didn't think like that very often - surprisingly - but hey, you never know. She wanted to get a better look, but you never knew when someone would turn around and murder your face off for looking at them. It had almost happened to her once.. she didn't want to take chances with that again.
And there, another figure in the distance - maybe following the first guy? Hmm. Now she couldn't resist getting a closer look. Two guys, the possibility of them both being attractive.. it was too good an opportunity to pass up! So Iku approached them, and then noticed that one of the guys was Kuro. That bastard. So that's why she wasn't able to find him anywhere.
..but she quickly forgot that she was supposed to be kind of mad at him for wandering off and doing something, and practically tackled him. "Hi, Kuro~" words: 442 tags: fuku + kuro notes: ~o~ lyrics: nothing to do with love by halestorm credit: akemi of btn * you wanna give your heart to |
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Hayate Fuku
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Post by Hayate Fuku on Jul 31, 2013 10:14:07 GMT -5
The Silence was foreboding, as usual.
Fuku's thoughts were plagued with sights of death. What had originally started as Hinata's death- began to travel onto other memories and that branched out onto more memories. Fuku would silently berate himself for silly mistakes in those memories, and just keep a neutral face for those which made him happy, or amused- it was one of those days today. But alas, these thoughts had been interrupted.
A child, probably no more than seventeen, though- looks could be deceiving. As he got closer Fuku gave a small breath of relaxation. It was Hōzuki. Fuku's hand that was on his knee went up to rest his chin as the boy got closer, only to be asked a question- Samehada a body? It was close enough to as you could. This thing weighs a bit more than a human... but it was useless to respond until the boy had got closer.
"..." As Fuku was about to answer, the boy was somewhat 'glomped' by a girl. There was no malicious intent behind it, so that was fine- and it let out to him that the boy was definitely a child of sorts as he heard the child's name. And for a moment, he was reminded of his wife at home in wait. At this current moment in time, he did want to be left alone but he knew that would not exactly happen.
"Yes. This is a body, and I stuck a handle up it's ass for good measure." Fuku replied dryly, taking another drag of his cigarette. With him taking the thing out of his mouth, and flicking it- before it even touched the floor Fuku was standing in front of them, with folded arms.
"What brings you to the graves of the damned?"
His sword was left behind him, except his Katana which was still securely fastened around his waist. He noted to himself, that the tip of the scabbard had been resting in the dirt- he would need to wipe that in a moment.
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Post by katas on Jul 31, 2013 11:06:12 GMT -5
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It had only been a matter of moments after Kuro had posed his question to the unknown man before he felt his body shift and fall towards the ground. The voice saying his name was like music to his ears... sort of. It was none other than Iku who he had been sort of avoiding for the past few days. In his defense there was a lot going on with the boy and there were no outlets for him to express his built up emotions, so he felt it better to just be alone for a while instead of accidentally talking about Natsuki's position in a emotional outburst. No, he was far too indebted to that woman to rat her out, intentional or not.
"Long time no see, Iku." He replied with a chuckle, obviously knowing that he had been caught actively avoiding her and trying to lighten the mood. Of course, Iku rarely stayed mad at Kuro for long periods of time as he was just too damn charming, and good looking. Though that begged the question of how she just happened to run into the boy all the way out here? For all intents and purposes this place was off the beaten path and the Hozuki himself had come upon the place by accident. Was she stalking him? Certainly not, or maybe so? If so then this was getting out of hand. Sure he hadn't been around all that much lately and wasn't exactly forth coming on why he had been so distant but that still wasn't a reason for Iku to go all ninja on him, all puns intended.
The man's response snapped Kuro out of his theory chasing though given what was said the Hozuki was no closer to finding an answer. If the man was a comedian then he needed to work on his delivery. A joke was only as funny as the person who told it. His eyes had been focused on the bandaged object and had to adjust rather quickly when his view was blocked by the unknown man's appearance before him. Fast. So he was a ninja, that much could figured out, and adding that to his last statement about a handle meant that he was some kind of swordsman. No... he couldn't be...
"You wouldn't happen to be one of the Seven Swordsman, would you?" He asked, curiosity once again getting the better of him. Kuro felt it better to speak to someone while standing and attempted to pry Iku off of himself. Chances were he would still be connected to her in some form or fashion but didn't mind a hand around the waist compared to being pinned on the ground, especially in front of others.
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Yasui Iku
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Post by Yasui Iku on Jul 31, 2013 12:43:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]you had your
heart set on an angel's kiss maybe a taste of bliss maybe a
long white dress and a fistful of flowers
you wrapped your arms around a murderer
pretending it didn't hurt every time i cut you
deeper and deeper i'm not the one i'm not the one Now that she was close enough to get a good look at the other guy, Iku decided that he was kind of hot.. but way too old for her. He had to be at least twenty, she thought, and that made a few too many years between them for anything fun to happen. Besides, now she had Kuro - for the moment, anyway. She had noticed that the Hoozuki boy had been trying to avoid her, and she wanted to know why, and if it was a dumb reason? She was most definitely going to beat him up. If it wasn't a dumb reason.. well, she'd still probably smack him a little, seriously. She didn't take kindly to people that ignored her. "Too long, dear Kuro." she responded, pouting slightly.
Then she noticed that the man had spoken, and shrugged, not bothering to detach herself from Kuro. "I kind of happened upon the area by accident... trying to find him." She affectionately poked the genin's forehead. She knew that this wasn't really a good place to talk to her crush, and so she was probably going to drag him away to somewhere better suited for the conversation as soon as she could. "Ehe, sorry if we're bothering you."
Then she looked down at Kuro. "..I should probably let you up, shouldn't I?" So she released him, stood up, and pulled Kuro up with her, brushing some dirt off of his shirt. "I don't think the sword's just a fashion statement, Kuro." It did look like one of the seven swords, but Iku had never been able to keep all their names straight, so she wasn't sure which one it was. The sword she ever remembered was Nuibari, because she'd always thought it was the coolest. Oh well, the man would probably tell them the sword's name. And if he didn't, well, that wasn't a big deal. words: 329 tags: fuku + kuro notes: ~o~ lyrics: nothing to do with love by halestorm credit: akemi of btn * you wanna give your heart to |
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Hayate Fuku
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Post by Hayate Fuku on Jul 31, 2013 13:59:46 GMT -5
Children, he figured quickly.
Standing in front of them served no real purpose other than to talk. Fuku was well and truly within his prime at the time. It was an amusing sight to see the boy pinned down by this girl... But the hair on a girl- white? While it wasn't common nor uncommon.. It didn't really seem to suit. That and Fuku was miffed at why white hair was so common around Mizu no Kuni. It wasn't like the mist contained dye or anything.
When the question of him being a swordsman went across him- Fuku stayed silent to watch his expression as he figured it out for himself. Fuku turned his head slightly, and caught a sliight glimpse of Samehada wiggling the slightest bit. It was becoming uncomfortable, or it seemed so. Fuku quickly answered his question.
"Indeed I am, young Hōzuki. You should not be flaunting off your clan by wearing that."
Fuku spoke, pointing to his pendant. He took a few steps back and unfolded his arms as he began to walk to his sword, and gripped the handle firmly and kept it there for a few seconds- then pulled it up out of the ground and walking over to them, swinging the sword a tiny bit so the loose dirt could fall off Samehada.
Walking back over to him he was speaking to the both of them- "This is the most feared sword of them all. Shark Skin." The translation of that? Samehada, When the girl spoke about his sword- he huffed slightly. "Swords cut. This doesn't." he placed the sword back down, leaning on the skull handle. He was ignoring the fact that while it was a sword, it didn't really deserve to be called one.
But his brows furrowed. "Why aren't you two... Genin, I'm assuming- on duties today?"
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Thankfully Iku was being cooperative and didn't object to him regaining his stature, though that surely meant that she was just waiting for the right moment to have a talk with him. It was something that Kuro wasn't looking forward to in the least, mostly because he wouldn't be able to tell her the truth. Lives depended on him lying, at least for the next few weeks. While he hadn't figured out what lie he would tell Iku there were a few excuses cooking up in his head. It wasn't like he wanted to lie, but he also didn't want Natsuki getting hurt.
"You don't say?" He replied to Iku, a tad bit of sarcasm mixed in for good measure. Walking around with something of that size meant that the man specialized in some form of fighting, less he just wanted to intimidate people out of not fighting with him. But going through all that trouble just to not fight seemed more trouble than it was worth. His suspicions were founded when the man admitted to being one of the swordsmen. Kuro found most of the swords pretty cool but couldn't remember the names of any of them to save his life. A single hand reached for the pendant that was hanging from his neck and rubbed it a bit. It was one of the few things that actually labeled the boy as a Hozuki given that his hair and name weren't of the usual clan traditions; of course he was going to wear the symbol proudly! "Any specific reason?"
Kuro watched as the man went to retrieve his sword and brought it back while describing it. So this one was Samehada? Interesting. There were a few things worth note when it came to this one, but Kuro couldn't really remember what they were. Any who, he now had to deal with another line of questions. He wasn't exactly sure why nothing was going on in terms of missions or training. His team was rather dysfunctional and had only met once, and missions were few and far in between. They seemed to either be assigned back to back to back or not at all. "Eh, not my problem. Didn't get assigned anything. Ask the higher ups." A rather aloof answer, though it held quite a bit of truth.
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Yasui Iku
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Post by Yasui Iku on Jul 31, 2013 15:50:54 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]you had your
heart set on an angel's kiss maybe a taste of bliss maybe a
long white dress and a fistful of flowers
you wrapped your arms around a murderer
pretending it didn't hurt every time i cut you
deeper and deeper i'm not the one i'm not the one Iku studied Samehada for a moment, as if deep in thought. "Well, it's still a sword. Otherwise you wouldn't be one of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist." she pointed out, if only to irk him. "Doesn't look like it can do much of anything but knock people out with all those bandages on it. Why is it wrapped up?" She'd probably heard stories about it before, but like most things, they had gone in one ear and right out the other. Iku, if you couldn't tell, was not a very good listener - unless she was the subject of the conversation, anyway.
"My sensei gave our team the day off. Guess he had something better to do." She didn't really mind; the only thing about a day with no team meeting or mission or anything that she didn't like was not getting to see Sherbet Head, being that she saw enough of her twin at home and the girl mostly just managed to piss her off anyway. Iku shrugged, putting an arm around Kuro and pulling him close. "So I went boy hunting. And you, Kuro dear, are in trouble." She said it with a sweet tone and a smile on her face, but there was an undertone of irritation that he was sure to pick up on.
He was definitely going to have to take her on a date or three to make up for avoiding her for three or four days. Even though they weren't officially an item - or officially anything, really - she definitely treated him like he was her boyfriend. Why did boys have to be such a massive pain in the ass ninety percent of the time? Iku was a high maintenance kind of girl; she needed to be the center of attention all the time, and so she got a little upset when the object of her affection didn't seem to want to spend time with her. words: 331 tags: fuku + kuro notes: ~o~ lyrics: nothing to do with love by halestorm credit: akemi of btn * you wanna give your heart to |
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Hayate Fuku
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Post by Hayate Fuku on Aug 1, 2013 9:32:03 GMT -5
Children, the bane of just about everything.
Fuku couldn't directly say he disliked children... but these two just had the quasi-impression on Fuku of being inexperienced. The girl was nothing short of a personality freak, with the outward zealousness of a shy stalker. That was an attribute usually contained to boys and men- it would have made things a lot easier for Fuku to get laid when he was younger- but most if not all women weren't like how this girl was. The boy on the other hand was nothing short of eccentric, how he was shrugging off womanly contact- was he homosexual? It didn't really matter to Fuku.
The boy had asked his question a few moments ago and Fuku gathered his words- strung them together and they came out of his mouth fluently. "Take it from me, the last thing you want to happen to you is to be kidnapped. People know about the Hōzuki clan, Kirigakure wouldn't pay ridiculous amounts of money to get you back." and that was nothing short of the truth. It reminded Fuku of an assassination mission- on a Genin from Kirigakure. He had been kidnapped but he knew far too many things, it saved many more problems that would have arose by any other methods. It was not a good day at all and probably one of the darkest moments in his career.
Looking to the girl he responded curtly. "I don't want it hurting anybody." but the way Fuku spoke gave it some sort of objective living value- like it was a living thing...
Fuku gave a shudder as a cold blast of wind drove through him- he was not fond of the cold. But now, Fuku needed something to do. He supposed, he could do something with these children to pass the time. Maybe show them a killing move or two and then go home to have a pint of alcohol, or something like that.
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Was Iku trying to piss the man off? If so, she was well on her way to doing so with those comments. Perhaps she had been around her butch of a sister too long and copied some of her less endearing traits. Yet another issue Kuro was going to have to deal with in the near future, a sassy Iku. Granted, he enjoyed a bit of bite in his women as it kept things interesting, but the way she was going was a tad too much for his liking. Then again, at least none of it was directed at Kuro so maybe he had been able to dodge the proverbial bullet.
Unfortunately, as his name slipped out of Iku's mouth along with the word 'trouble' the boy's good fortune had come crashing down. Even with that sweet smile and light tone there was little doubt that on the inside the girl was ready to strangle Kuro. "Always me." The boy murmured under his breath. Some of it he deserved, of course, but at this stage it couldn't be helped. There was just too much at stake to drop the ball now. When all was said and done Iku would be the first one Kuro explained everything to, but for now she would simply have to deal with the boy's lack of attention.
Then came the man's response to his question about the necklace Kuro wore. Something about kidnapping and ransoms, for the most part it went in one ear and out the other. It was true that the Hozuki's weren't necessarily the most liked people in the village, but they sure as hell had the Kaguya's beat. Bunch of blood thirsty savages they were, and if anyone needed to be kidnapped it was them. To this point Kuro had not been placed in any situations were his identity would have led him to becoming a target for extraction, but maybe he'd tuck the charm in his shirt on future missions. Well, missions that actually meant something and not random chores that people should have been doing themselves.
Though he didn't necessarily enjoy cold weather it was a hundred times better than being baked alive in the unyielding heat, however the goosebumps on his arms hadn't agreed with the blast of cold air that passed through at that moment. Perhaps he would take Iku some place to warm up after all of this was said and done, that would surely get her mind off being upset with him. Yeah, it was a fool proof plan. His mind had begun to wander into the various possibilities that responding to Fuku had become a lost afterthought. Besides, he was soon to have his hands full dealing with Iku's new found sass.
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Yasui Iku
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Post by Yasui Iku on Aug 3, 2013 15:13:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]you had your
heart set on an angel's kiss maybe a taste of bliss maybe a
long white dress and a fistful of flowers
you wrapped your arms around a murderer
pretending it didn't hurt every time i cut you
deeper and deeper i'm not the one i'm not the one Perhaps it sounded like Iku was being sassy for the sole purpose of pissing off the swordsman, but that simply wasn't true. Iku was sass incarnate, of course; that had always been the case. Kazue, for one, could attest to that. That blunt, somewhat disrespectful way of questioning was just how she talked to people most of the time.
"You make it sound like it has a life of its own, like it can just get up and shave someone's skin off of its own volition." Iku murmured. Then her eyes lit up with excitement. "Ooh, can it? Can it really? That's so awesome. What else can it do?" For all that she appeared to be nothing more than a shallow, boy crazy teenager, there was actually a functioning brain under all of that fluff - an inquisitive mind that always wanted to acquire knowledge. Unfortunately, that side of Iku appeared so infrequently that not many people knew it existed. Most of the people she knew would probably be surprised to hear that she had the top scores in her class at the academy for anything related to book work. And it wasn't like she bragged about having a brain or anything. No, she bragged about everything else, including her hair, dresses, body, and relationships.
Iku wasn't all that fond of the cold either; when the frigid wind hit, she pressed even closer to Kuro. Sharing body heat was a good way to stay warm, right? "Oh, yes, we're having a nice, long talk later." And there was no way he could make her forget about having that little chat. No amount of attention or affection could make her forget this time. "Don't worry, Kuro, I won't gut you like a fish~ Probably." words: 300 tags: fuku + kuro notes: ~o~ lyrics: nothing to do with love by halestorm credit: akemi of btn * you wanna give your heart to |
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Hayate Fuku
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Post by Hayate Fuku on Aug 3, 2013 16:08:05 GMT -5
Was it really necessary to reveal the nature of Samehada?
No, it wasn't. But like most people, Fuku wanted to be known and as a man, it was in his nature to show off his 'gadgets' but he frowned slightly at her imprudence. "Come you two, let's take a walk back to Kirigakure- I'm not a fan of this cold." and he turned, gestured for them to walk- before placing Samehada over his shoulder. "This blade isn't like others. You see it's not moving, but it is Sentinent. It has it's own mind, feelings etcetera. It only allows people to wield it under... special circumstances. I am one of those special people."
Fuku was silent for the next couple of moments, Samehada was 'speaking' to Fuku. Samehada was getting small wisps of their chakra, and it was the girl in particular that he favoured.
White? How the fuck can chakra taste of white? And does white taste good? Fuku thought at the sword's remarks for the girl's chakra. "Stop it..." Fuku murmured to his sword, who was actually squirming ever so slightly, trying to adjust itself on Fuku's shoulder to eat some of the girl's chakra.
"I wasn't joking when I said it was Sentinent." Fuku spoke back calmly, he gave a small sigh at the antics of the sword at the information began to be revealed- that Samehada became a little more lively, much more noticeable movements from the midsection of the sword that couldn't exactly be manipulated by Fuku. Just because they know you're alive doesn't mean you can begin moving like a lunatic. Stop it before I give you a kick up the arse. Fuku thought at the sword, and it seemed to calm down a little bit.
"It eats chakra. Also, how long have you two been Genin, what do you think of the Shinobi lifestyle?"
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The way Iku was asking all those questions in rapid succession made her seem like a crazed school girl, and while part of that could get annoying after a while at least it brought her attention elsewhere. Granted, those were some interesting questions that the girl had been asking, about shaving instead of cutting and moving of its own accord. Could a sword actually be a living creature, and why would it let anyone wield it in the first place? Surely that couldn't have been the case and the cold had begun affecting the poor girl. After all, she wore little more than that white dress every day so it was no surprise if she got hypothermia from being out in these conditions. The price of beauty, Kuro supposed.
The boy was somewhat right, in that the cold had done a number on Iku when he felt her grip tighten on him, but that had ulterior motives written all over it. She probably didn't want to let the boy out of her sights for fear of not seeing him again for another few days, and it was partly justified. That meeting with Natsuki had done a real number on him and his psyche had yet to fully recover. Kuro hoped that after their next meeting that a sense of normality would return to his life as this unwanted stress was beginning to take its toll. Iku's words were of little consequence to the Hozuki as he was already fully aware of the wrath that awaited him should they bump into each other, and had only been saved thus far because there was an interesting sword taking most of her attention away. "Lucky me." He replied with a sigh, already dreading the hell storm that this girl was going to put him through.
It seemed that the cold had not only affected Iku but this man as well as he yearned for the warmer temperatures inside the village. Kuro wasn't one to argue as these weren't prime conditions in his eyes either and followed suit after the man. His eyes widened a bit at hearing the revelation about the sword and its sentience. Something like that actually existed? And what of those special conditions? Probably something nefarious, if the boy had to guess. The next few moments were odd, silent, as if the man had forgotten that he was in conversation and Kuro could have sworn he saw that thing on his shoulder wiggle around.
The next movements were sure fire proof that this thing was indeed alive. A sword couldn't just move around in the fashion that one did, which meant that it actually was an awesome sword or a ploy to gain the man fame. The added part about eating chakra was none to appealing. How could something... eat chakra? It wasn't like a bowl of noodles that could be slurped down, it was ethereal and... stuff. Yeah, stuff. "Going on two years. Pretty boring to be honest, these so called missions are nothing but chores and I haven't seen my team in I don't know how long." Kuro replied, a tad bit of frustration in his tone. Things had not gone as swimmingly as he dreamed they would when he became a shinobi, and he did more solo training than team stuff. Hell, at this rate the boy wouldn't even learn the basics anytime soon.
"But enough about that, there's no way a sword like that exists. Whose to say you didn't just wrap a guy in bandages and stick a handle up his ass? Let us see it." Oddly enough, the boy had become interested in this thing as well and he wouldn't be content until the man proved his words, except the chakra eating part, that could be left to the imagination.
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Yasui Iku
Mist Ninja
Seven Swordsman of the Mist [M:25380:2000:]
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Post by Yasui Iku on Aug 4, 2013 20:47:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]you had your
heart set on an angel's kiss maybe a taste of bliss maybe a
long white dress and a fistful of flowers
you wrapped your arms around a murderer
pretending it didn't hurt every time i cut you
deeper and deeper i'm not the one i'm not the one Iku gladly followed the man, pulling Kuro along with her. She wasn't letting the boy out of her sight until they had that talk and she figured out just why he was being such an asshole. "If you talk to it does it talk back?" she asked in response to the swordsman's statement that the sword really was a living thing. "I mean, like, in its own special sword way. I know it can't actually talk like we can. Whoever heard of a sword that could do that?" He remarked that you had to be special to use Samehada, and she was considering asking him what he meant by that, but figured it wasn't important.
Iku watched the swords, fascinated by its movement. A sword that could move was just so different - and strange, to be sure - and she wanted to know all about it. "Huh? What does it want? What's it trying to do?" It seemed like the sword was maybe trying to get away from the guy, for whatever reason. Why would it do that, though? Unless it could also, like, fly or something, it wouldn't get very far on its own. "Has it ever eaten your chakra? What does that feel like, does it hurt?" She was probably getting on the guy's nerves, but she didn't really care. Samehada was just so cool.
"Eh, almost a year and a half, or something close to that anyway. I'm on my second team, though, it was assigned pretty recently - mostly I've been working on my own and stuff." Her first team was a sensitive topic, and Iku didn't really like talking about it. Kazue was the only other person that knew exactly what had happened, and that was because she had also been a member of that team. So if the guy asked... well, he wasn't getting any answers.
Iku elbowed Kuro, mostly because she could, but also because that was kind of a ridiculous question. "Come on, Kuro, why would he lie about the sword? What's the point in that?" Whoever this guy was, she believed he was telling the truth about Samehada - because, as she'd said, what would be the point in lying? "What if he unwraps it and it eats you or something?" words: 391 tags: fuku + kuro notes: ~o~ lyrics: nothing to do with love by halestorm credit: akemi of btn * you wanna give your heart to |
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