Trick Or Two (nazo)

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[cs=2] Much to her disappointment no one seemed to have the time to run around and train with her and this was becoming a problem all in its own. If she was ever going to master these skills and learn new ones she needed time to practice them, she wanted to learn the many practices of medical ninjutsu and in the process she hoped that she would be of great use in the future. Because of this most of her time was spent at the hospital helping out the best she could and watching as she tried to learn and master new abilities. However for the time being she just wanted to work on her futon skills, she had been neglecting them and she had wanted a sparing partner. She knew that in most cases her former teammates would have been at the ready to help, however since she hated the lot with every bone in her body as well as couldn’t help but snicker at the fact that they were still in the ranks of genin. With a sigh Haruhi found her way to the training grounds alone, she had not yet made friends with the other chunin of the village and found that it was slightly hard to be friendly when she just assumed they were going to turn out like the others. Her sense of camaraderie had been shattered so long ago save for the fact that she still well rather liked her sensei. “ perhaps if he wasn’t such an illusive creature I could of asked him for some help, I don’t think he is actually spending this time with the other two.” she couldn’t help but giggle at the idea of it, she knew how those to were when they weren’t being pushed into danger. Now that she wasn’t pretending everything was so serious she doubted they were making any progress at all. Some people just weren’t cut out to actually graduate and excel in the ranks of shinobi, those two for starters were some of those people. “ maybe ill get lucky and someone will show up all on their own and I can just well use them to help me out, never hurts to be a little sneaky and learn how to manipulate people" it honestly wouldn't hurt to learn new tricks to get things to go her way or to well help her not lose her life in certain situations.

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] In the big moment of your life's conclusion, please allow my humble self to lend you a hand. "If who wasn't such an illusive creature?" The mortician, whom had actually been silently watching her practically the entire time for his own reasons, leaned forward from behind her and poked her cheek with one of his long finger nails. Deciding one poke was enough the man stood up to his full height with his every constant grin on his face. "My my Haruhi, you didn't think your poor old teacher had forgotten you, did you?" His smile faded for a moment before being replaced as he patted the chuunin on the head. "Khehe, probably not, but then again ya never know what I might forget now adays." He took several steps away from her before he turned sharply pointing to his head, which by coincidence was also the area where his scar started, "My memory isn't the best thing y'know, hehe." With that the man stopped folding his arms across his chest as he examined the chuunin for a bit. She definitely seemed perplexed. Most likely more by the mortician's sudden appearance than her actual matter at hand. Shrugging the mortician sighed as he ivory tresses fell over his shoulders once more, "So tell me dear, why are you way out here? I personally came out to test a new puppet." He lied, but he couldn't well tell her his real reasoning for coming out here, no he didn't think she was ready to hear that theory. Not yet anyway.

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[cs=2] The voice had rang out so suddenly behind her that she had no time to react it was followed closely with a poke to the cheek which had then been followed that that never fading smell. Death it was a had one to obtain unless you were ripe for battle something Haruhi wasn’t sure she would ever be. "would you believe me if I told you it was you I happened to calling an illusive creature?" the crazy man then began his mad ramblings of her supposed accusations of his forgetfulness something Haruhi had witnessed on many an occasion “you mean like the time we were on that recon mission to find that ladies missing son and his gang of thugs when you forgot that ichi and fukaku had went in undercover to test their abilities and when thy came back you tried to kill them” she wondered sometimes just how much he really truly remembered about the past events however he had begun to chuckle a tail tail sigh that the old fool was only messing with her or so she assumed anyways. She had thought she could tell the difference but it seemed the moment he figured out that Haruhi had noticed his patterns he would change them. The scar across his head was always something hat Haruhi and her cohorts had always wondered about and since he refused to tell them the story behind it. her interest peeked however when he mentioned a new puppet one of the many things she had liked about him happened to be the puppet that looked like her mother though her sensei had never said anything about the design for the puppet. “you have a new one can I see it what is it this time human like or does it look like some of the bug ones vie seen“ her cause for coming had now replaced with her sudden need to see his new toy she was such a fickle minded child “oh but yeah I was hoping to find someone who would train with me or at least let me aim a few blasts at them I haven’t honestly gotten to work much on any of my other skills and attempting to help out with the medical department isn’t going so good“ she sighed at the reminder she had given herself.

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] In the big moment of your life's conclusion, please allow my humble self to lend you a hand. Ah so she was referring to him. Then again he couldn't blame her, he did after all tend to be quite the illusive creature. He folded his arms across his chest as he listened to her ramble. Yes, he could most certainly see it in her. She was a lot like her father in many aspects, even when it came to rambling, but then she was also a lot like her mother. Ah yes, he could definitely see it in her, especially in her eyes. "Hm? Just what were you thinking of working on Haru-chan?" He used the little pet name he had given her during their time together as a four man cell, back when he was her jounin sensai. Of course she should have already known he would more than gladly assist her in whatever things she needed to train in. Hell she didn't even need to ask, but still he was glad that she came to him for assistance, even if it was only right after he had appeared directly behind her seemingly as if out of no where. Unfolding his arms after several moments, the mortician would reach into the folds of his cloak before producing a medium sized scroll. The scroll's outer color was that of a navy blue with an ebony band and ivory band running around the outside to keep the scroll latched shut. Written on the band, although partially covered by Nazo's hand, was the word Kuraku. This was a puppet that Nazo knew he had yet to have shown Haruhi, and thus he could get away with his little lie if she pushed the issue too much. Although he didn't want to show her just everything he could no, no she didn't need to know about that. Not yet anyway. "Alright Haru-chan, I'll help you out." Words: 305

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[cs=2] Haurhi couldn’t help but smile at the little pet name he had given her, gosh how long had it been since she had heard that name? she had forgotten just exactly when the crazy old man had started calling her by it but regardless the name had stuck with her. What was she thinking of working on well Haruhi wanted to work on just about everything she knew, why because it was something she hadn’t worked on in quite a while. She knew that if she said everything she knew was something possible to work on Nazo would only laugh at her and most likely agree. Despite what most people thought about her sensei she and Nazo seemed to get along pretty well and since he was in fact her sensei Haruhi was able to spend a bit more time with him then most people. Haruhi was able to get to know him better and could see his good traits more so then all the bad and slightly creepy ones everyone else saw. “ honestly I want to work on everything I know because I don’t feel like it is good enough, nothing I do seems to be good enough for me at the moment. I feel weak and because I feel weak my abilities seem weak.” Her eyes couldn’t help but flicker to the scroll he had pulled from his clothing, she almost wanted to squeal in excitement at the thought of getting to see another one of his puppets. Their was one thing that was different about the two of them and that happened to be their style, she couldn’t say for sure exactly what Nazo’s was since she had only seen bits of it when they were in danger. Haruhi on the other hand had none at all and this seemed to bother her the most. Everyone had something they were masters in and Haruhi was unable to even finish or completely master anything. It drove her crazy thinking about it and how nothing she seemed to do ever came close to anyone else, though she did do a lot of self judgment which was probably not good for her. A smile crossed her face as she looked up at him “ you might be here all night then Sensei are you sure your up for such a request ?”

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR Nazo's smile became one of a genuine amused smile as he heard her reply. How how cute she was thinking she could actually improve everything at the same time. No it took a lot of dedication and hard work to improve on much of anything these days. As such Nazo got an idea, "Haru-chan, you still don't have a specialization do you?" He cocked his head to the side slightly as he folded his arms across his chest again, he right hand holding on tight to the navy blue scroll. Nazo's overall idea for the young girl now was to figure out what she was interested in. She seemed to hold an interest for medical ninjutsu, but didn't seem determined enough to find work to do for it even when there was none, unlike himself. She seemed determined enough to want to improve, but she didn't know what she wanted to work on. She had shown herself in their years to have pretty good chakra control, which made him wonder, would she possibly be a good make for a puppet master? She had shown a lot of interest in his own puppets before, so perhaps it was possible. "Your nature is Fuuton, that I remember from our training sessions when you were a genin. Hmm..." As the thirty-seven year old fell deep into thought a rogue desert gale rushed past tossing his hair to and fro, and if Haruhi was paying attention, she would likely get a glimpse of the golden emerald glimmer of his eyes, even if only for a moment, "You have very good chakra control, you need to in order to perform medical ninjutsu..." Thinking for several moments more the ivory haired man finally came to his decision, "Haru-chan, would you possibly be interested in learning about puppets and poison?" Words: 303 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

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[cs=2] The question stung like a thousand bees upon her skin while it replayed over and over again in her mind, you don’t have a specialization do you ? She shuttered and shook the off the feeling before hanging her head in utter embarrassment and depression. It was true that by now most everyone had something they were skilled in something that was their main focus, Haruhi on the other hand had nothing still. It wasn’t like she had nothing interesting to work on, in fact she loved lots of things and would have liked to mastered them all. However such an idea was a fools goal and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to master everything at least not at her level anyway. It would take her years to become good at just one thing and she knew that once she was done with that one thing then she could move on to focus on something new. “ don’t rub it in Sensei I know that I should have something by now, really I am aware that I have picked something by now” another depressed sigh filtered its way from between her lips. She listened for a moment as he began the long rant which seemed to lead back to her current abilities, he was planning something and she could tell just by the way he stood. Her hand moved to keep her hair in place as wind began to pass by them, something that happened every now and again when a storm seemed to be brewing. She had a to blink a few times to make sure she had seen correctly, if right it seemed that her sensei had eyes exactly like her own. However his hair had moved back to cover his face or more so his eyes and she was unable to tell with a good long look if her quick glance was enough to rely on. “ what” he had said it so casual that she had been taken off guard by the comment, she had never actual thought about puppet control or the art of poison making or mastering for that matter, though with a skill in medical ninjutsu she wouldn’t have to worry about dying from her own poison or anyone else for that matter. “ the idea has crossed my mind a time a two mainly when I got really excited about the puppet that looked like my mother, the idea of being able to replicate details so finely like that and then to make them move and look alive. Though the weapons part of it I never really focused on, however I think I would be fun “ she wasn’t sure if that was a reply or a slight hint of excitement that he had mentioned the idea of learning the same thing he knew “ you have pretty eyes by the way sensei , I don’t know why you hide them”

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR Nazo laughed at the young girl's indecisiveness. It was quite fine that she hadn't found a specialization yet, it only meant that she still had room to grow. "Don't worry about it Haru-chan. You still have room to grow and that's something I can help you with." He held out his hand toward her and as he did so another rogue wind blew past this time more violently tossing their hair and any loose clothing about. As that happened a frown appeared on his face. However when his former student mentioned the puppet of Nazo's that looked much like her mother Nazo knew exactly which one she referred to, not only that, but once again confirmed a sort of suspicion about the girl before him. Reaching out now for her hand he would attempt to take a hold of it, "Come. We should retreat to a place where we will not be caught in a storm." He knew full well a storm was brewing, and due to his delicate health, also knew he couldn't be caught in one. So if his former student would allow him to grab her hand he would lead her off toward her shop. "Ah yes, that puppet, well if you want to work in puppetry I would be more than happy to let you learn using her." However at the mention of his eyes he stopped a moment, "Perhaps I should, but I tend to get a lot of... attention when I do. I don't like attention as much as most people." After that he continued onward hopefully leading his student off towards his shop where he would then be able to show her that puppet which he refers to as Saika, as well as perhaps introduce her to a new trade. "My shop has a vast underground area to it, we could use it for our purposes. What do you say, Haru-chan?" Words: 318 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

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[cs=2] It was such an odd feeling that welled up inside of her that Haruhi was unable to think of the words that described it. Here her sensei sat before her offering to teach her his own specialty and with such amusement he seemed pleased to be doing so as well. It made her heart pound for some slightly odd and virtually unknown reason, no that was a lie Haruhi knew exactly why it beat like it was. Haruhi had always thought of Nazo as a sort of father figure, sure he was crazy and anyone would say he was much less any type of father. That hadn’t really mattered to Haruhi at all it only mattered that he cared about her and now he was actually taking her on to teach her secrets he never shared with anyone. His hand stretched out towards her and she stared at him widely, it was so unlike him to be so well Haruhi couldn’t even thing of the word to describe his behavior at the moment. Haruhi had never know him to be so well nice before in all time she had spent with him, it was just unlike his nature to act so well normal. Her hands moved to the sides of her face as she held her hair down, the wind was starting to pick up and it was only going to be a matter of time before a terrible storm would have them all hunkered down within their houses. ” yes your right this one appears to be brewing up a bad one today, how unfortunate for us” her hands had begun to fall as she turned to look back towards her own house. However her attention didn’t stay long as her own delicate palm was grasped within his own, it took Haruhi a moment or two to realize that he had actually reached for her own fleshy appendage. It was so unlike him that the action slightly worried the girl a bit, her feet began to trudge along as he pulled her forward. She wanted to figure out what was going on with the man but she knew that in such a storm her lack of appearance at home would cause the others to worry so. Again Haruhi was baffled by his sudden generosity at the use of letting her use a puppet he babied as thought it were a living human. Was he planning on dieing soon and was looking for someone to take his possessions, no this man was almost like the living dead already. There was just something about his actions that Haruhi couldn’t put her finger on and yet when he stopped so suddenly to remind her just how much he hated attention. Haruhi’s gut told her that was something dangerous going on and she was part of it like it or not. “ I suppose I should tell you no and hurry off to grandmother before she tries to ground me for not coming home in such bad weather. However your shop is far closer then my home and I suppose I can lie to her about being caught before being able to make it home. I find myself a bit to curious as to your sudden newly likeable attitude towards me, I guess I cant decide what is more unlike you the sudden need to lead my by my hand or the offer to use a puppet I thought you treasured more then life itself. I guess we can say that in this case im the cat that curiosity might just kill”

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR Was he acting uncharacteristically of himself? Apparently Haruhi thought so as she commented on it. However he didn't notice it himself very well. He thought he was simply being helpful like a teacher was supposed to no matter the rank of their students former or current. Of course it could also be because of the fact that he also felt at least a shred of thought, perhaps it was love, for her that he felt he needed to assist her. Her, whom he was was definitely certain, was his daughter. That is if Saika truly was her mother, then he had to be her father. He just had to be. Saika never had eyes for anyone else that Nazo knew of, besides Nazo still remembered THAT incident quite well. He would have stopped to look at her, but he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that that was not the best idea at that exact moment. Not with the looming threat of a sand storm approaching. Instead as she accepted his request he unconsciously tightened his grip on her hand slightly as he picked up the pace, "I honestly don't know what you mean Haru-chan," he was referring to her curiosity about him, "However if you like I could tell your grandmother that you will be with me. It is a simple matter to send her a message." Why was it that he seemed to be so intent on bringing her with him to his shop? Sure he enjoyed the aspect of teaching her his own trade, however it was unlike him to be this aggressive in doing well.... much of anything. The two shinobi would arrive at the shop within the matter of a mere ten minutes, and by that point the wind had begun to kick up to a point where sand was beginning to be lifted from the ground and thin streams. However it would not blow hard enough to engage a sandstorm until about a half hour after the two were safely inside the small two story building. "Well here we are, just in time too it would seem." He covered his mouth with his long sleeve covered hand for a moment, "I simply cannot tolerate being out during a squall." Words: 377 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

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[cs=2] He was acting stranger then normal and Haruhi just couldn’t put her finger on what was strange about it, she had never really known for her sensei to care so much nor had she ever seen him offer any kind of shelter in a matter like this. She wanted to chalk the whole ordeal up to her sudden decision to join his own art of puppets but even then she knew that this was to abnormal for him. She could have dwelled on it longer but she found distraction in the fact that his hand had tightened on her own as the storm began to pick up a little. His pace quickened as well and she wondered why the man was in such a hurry suddenly, “ I suppose you could but for some reason grandma never really liked the fact that you were my sensei to start with, she said it had something to do with my mother but well grandma tends to forget what she’s talking about sometimes so I really don’t know if she dislikes you or has you confused with the market man that sold her bad potatoes one time” She found herself inside his shop quicker then she would have thought, unaware really of the dangers that lurked in the shadowed corners of his home. She giggled at him slightly as she turned to watch out the window “ if I didn’t think I would die or be buried alive I think it would be fun to rough it out, you know just for the sheer thrill and the I totally did this one in my lifetime memory” Haruhi sighed and leaned against the frame of the window, she knew she was not brave enough to actually attempt such a thing and that was what saddened her the most.

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR He froze at the mention of her grandmother not liking him because of something related to her mother. He shivered so slightly that Haruhi would likely not have noticed with her attention diverted out of the window. Although that shiver gave him the break he needed for he was able to move again this time with a small chuckle. "You said Saika looks like your mother, correct?" Nazo moved over to his desk near the far wall where he then sat himself upon it before picking up the picture frame that sat in the corner. In the frame was pictured four people including what appeared to be a young homma before he attain all of his scars and a young dark haired woman that would likely appear to be a younger version of Haruhi's mother. "If you don't mind me asking. What was your mother's name? I'm certain I know, but I want to be sure." He didn't move his eyes from the picture frame as he stared at the girl pictured within. Oh how he missed her, his love. He still felt like a monster for what he had done to her all those years back, and if he could turn time back he would have more than gladly killed himself or something of the sort to make sure she could have lived, however he could not. He was here and she was not. Lost in thought he didn't realize it when he had subconsciously moved his free hand to brush his bangs back causing them to fall perfectly into place as to reveal the beautiful eyes that cried. Several moments would pass before he finally put down the picture and looked to the puppet that stood along the wall almost like a suit of armor on display. It was garbed in long black robes with the hood pulled up over its head, however even with the shadows covering its face, its long black hair draped down and its lovely crimson eyes shone through. "What would you have done.... Saika," he muttered to the puppet as his thoughts continued to revolve around his late lover. Words: 356 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

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[cs=2] Haruhi turned to face him when he mentioned her mother once more and nodded to him “ Yep to be honest I wasn’t sure at first because grandma keeps most of the pictures of mom up so that they don’t get lost” Haruhi turned back towards the window “ she cries a lot when she sees those pictures so she doesn’t like for me to get them out, grandpa usually takes me out to do things when that happens because he cant stand it when she starts crying. But on the bright side grandpa and me found lots of things to do together, he helps me train a lot when his hip isn’t acting up” she giggled remembering when the time when he had been trying to show her a new trick only to throw his back and hip out at once, being a proud stubborn name he hadn’t said anything to her for a long time and Haruhi had been under the impression he was trying to be funny. It wasn’t until she realized the old man was having trouble that she had to hurry and get him home so that they could pop him back into place. “ Fujioka was her name kinda of hard to remember if you haven’t heard it for a while, it took me a long time to realize who people were talking about when they were speaking of my mother. Though when it came to talking about my dad well “ Haruhi trailed off and found that the sights outside the window no longer attracted her attention, no her new goal was to sight see around his shop. She had always been curious but had never dared to come visit and look around. Now she had an open opportunity to look around and discover all sorts of things, good or bad.

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR It took the older man several moments, but eventually he finally snapped himself out of his momentary vulnerability and managed to recollect himself as his gaze trailed from Saika to the chuunin in his shop. His eyes turned from soft to hard and calculating as they observed the girl's actions for a while. He watched her nearly bleached white tresses as they bounced on her shoulders. He observed the girl's slender pale frame as she moved and in the end he could help but feel at least a little proud. After a few minutes of this and as the name reached his ears Nazo's gaze shifted up toward the ceiling. "Ryuunosuke, Fujioka..." He repeated the name almost as if with utmost care not to shatter something. Folding his arms across his chest Nazo soon filled the room with a bit of laughter before sliding off of his desk and onto his feet. "So your grandmother is Ryuunosuke, Sunabara?" He laughed a bit more before he picked up the picture frame. "I don't blame her for not liking me. Considering I'm her daughter's ex-..." He trailed off not finishing the last word of his sentence as he sighed. "Fujioka-chan and I were on a team back when we were kids. Let's just say we had a bit of a romance at one point." Nazo shook his head, "Guess the old crone still doesn't trust me hehe. Never understood why, her father seemed to like me well enough." He shrugged as he put the picture down on the desk gently before walking over toward Saika. Standing directly in front of her now, Nazo raised a hand up toward Saika's face before stroking the soft almost skin-like surface. "Then again...." He paused in both thought and action. "Nah I must be imagining things." With a flick of the fingers of his free hand Saika seemed to come to life and started to seemed to move of her own free will. Stepping away a bit from her so as to give her a bit of room, Nazo manipulated her so as to move her closer to Haruhi. "Well then, shall we begin your first lesson Haru-chan?" Words: 362 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

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[cs=2] Haruhi couldn’t help but feel as though she as being watching, she knew there was no way that Nazo would stare at her. The man had been acting strange but he wasn’t the type to just stare randomly at her. She turned to face him as he repeated her mothers name though she couldn’t tell if he knew the name or not. He was using his “ not going to let you know if I remember or not face”. “ yes she is “ Haruhi replied with a bit of surprise, she hadn’t actually thought that he would know. She wasn’t sure about the full meaning of ex since he hadn’t finished but Haruhi found herself rather studded to find that her mother and her sensei knew each other. Though as he continued to speak Haruhi felt as though her jaw was going to hit the floor. Her mother and sensei had been on a team and had gotten along so well that at one point they had found each other attractive ? Haruhi couldn’t wrap her head around the idea that at one point two people she looked up to had been together. Though looking the man up and down she couldn’t figure out how the two of them could have liked or even loved each other. She watched as he walked over to one of his dolls and began to stroke its face. She never could understand why he treated them like people, it always creped Haruhi out the way he stared and treated the one that looked liker her mother. “ well I uh don’t know if we should I mean what if I break it?” sure he could probably fix it but she didn’t like the idea of possibly hurting something that looked like her mother even if she hadn’t actually spent any time with her.