Black and Blue [Open]

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] The time was nearing noon. The sun wasn't shining, but it was a peculiarly warm day in Kirigakure, and Iku was sweating just thinking about the temperature. Perhaps the white and baby blue dress she was wearing wasn't exactly helping her stay cool, but she'd rather look nice and sweat than look like a bum and feel cool, a strange idiosyncrasy of hers that no one seemed to understand. Brushing a strand of her long ivory hair out of her face, Iku snorted. Some people just didn't understand that looks were important. Silly people. She had left the house early that morning, before her dearest twin sister had even woken up, in an effort to avoid the brunette. See, she'd maybe sort of accidentally ruined a thing or two or six of Kazue's that had been on her side of their cramped bedroom. And she wouldn't put it past her sister to want to gut her for it, an experience she would much prefer to avoid. So she had taken all her cash - a considerable amount, since she'd been saving up to go shopping again - and wandered the streets of the village, picking up anything that caught her eye. Usually, she wasn't allowed to blow all her money like this - being a compulsive shopper - but hey, what her deadbeat mother and bitchy sister didn't know wouldn't hurt them. After most of her money was gone, and Iku had amassed a ridiculous amount of bags and whatnot, she decided to head out to a training ground. Was she actually going to train? Probably not, even though she still needed to work on her chakra control for that stupid tree walking thing. No, she was hoping that she would find one of the boys she currently had a crush on there - and yes, there were multiple. There was her teammate, Sherbet Head, who was a little on the scrawny side, but entertaining to be around. And Hoozuki Kuro, the dashing lady's man whom she'd fallen for on a mission. And... Well, you get the idea. It didn't seem like anyone was there at the moment, so Iku climbed up a tree - the easy way, by actually using your hands and climbing the damn thing - and perched on a branch, her bags on the ground beside the old tree's thick trunk. words 403 tags open made by akemi of btn

[atrb=valign,top] hey did you know you've got your eyes on a suicide prize

[Haruka Mizuki]

Taking a deep breath, Mizuki looked around the training ground. She had been there since early morning. Her knees were scuffed from falling so much, and her hands were red from constant abuse. All of her red hair was somewhat messy, some of it hanging in her face. Sighing, she reached up to fasten the small barrettes and rubber bands that kept her hair in place. As her hands fixed her hair, she sat down on a log, looking about the training ground. There were scraps of trees all about the training ground, as if a huge fight had occurred. The bark and barrels of the trees all had kunai and shuriken etched into them. After several hours of training, she had left the grounds looking like a war zone.

Rolling her shoulders, Mizuki stood and walked around the training grounds. She had been here since before the sun rose in the morning. Crouching down, she began to gather all her kunai and shuriken. Holding one of her kunai in her hand, Mizuki chewed on her lower lip nervously. She was still a genin, and she had yet to have to use one of these on an actual person. The thought of doing so send her stomach into a churning storm. Mizuki didn't like violence. She was only a shinobi because of her family. Over time she had decided that maybe she could help others and try to make the world less violent as a shinobi, but so far, she was definitely far from her goal. Clicking her tongue silently, she put the kunai in her pouch before standing up and looking around.

She was one short on shuriken. Tools weren't that expensive, but Mizuki liked taking care of her stuff at the very least. Not to mention, she found it embarrassing if she lost something before even going on her first mission. Looking up, she frowned as she caught sight of her the Shuriken stuck at the top of a tall tree. Bringing her hands together, she closed her eyes as she began to channel her chakra to her foot. Mizuki walked up the tree, taking care to avoid any branches or holes in the tree. When she reached the shuriken, she crouched down to begin to try and pry it out of the tree. As she did so, Mizuki could hear voices down below. Panicked, she ran up further into the tree, hugging onto the trunk for dear life as the voices of boys lifted up through the trees. "Woah! It looks like a tornado went through here!"

[/i] His exclamation was responded to with a, "Yeah, let's find somewhere else to spar!"[/i]

Mizuki sighed with relief as they walked off. She began to climb down, stopping once more at the shuriken to finally pry it out. However, as she did so, another sound reached her ears. It was another Genin. Mizuki climbed up once more, pocketing her Kunai. The genin was a girl from her class before graduation. Mizuki didn't know much about her except that she was always a poor choice of clothing for a shinobi. Closing her eyes, Mizuki rubbed her forehead. Why were people here!? When she opened her eyes, the girl was gone, but her bags weren't. Walking down along the trunk, Mizuki stepped back onto the soil of the training ground. Where did the girl go? Did she really leave all these bags here?

"Hello.. erm... Yasui-chan?" she called out, not sure if that was the girl's proper name or not. She was pretty sure that was her last name, but if Mizuki remembered properly, the girl was one of twins. Still, she called out, looking for the owner of the bags.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[katas]

The day was young but the heat had already began to set in. Kuro hated these days as they always left him in a constant state of thirst and his contained could only hold so much water. While he would have preferred staying indoors and avoiding the less than amicable conditions there were things that needed to be done, namely training. He had been on a couple missions recently and as such hadn't been able to get in a lot of training. Today that would change, and he knew the perfect place. He traded in his usual long sleeve button down for a sleeveless shirt to try and help alleviate some of the heat, but also felt that carrying a water canister wouldn't be a bad option either.

Seeing that everything was in order the Genin exited his home and began his trek through the village to head to the training grounds. The peak hustle and bustle had yet to set in but there were a fair number of people going about their normal days. Mostly civilian with a few shinobi sprinkled in every now and then, nothing exciting. Most of the good looking women had yet to show up as well which means they must have been still getting ready. They'd probably be out and about by the time Kuro finished training; what a site that would be for tired eyes. Maybe he would get a couple of them to give him a massage. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan, and maybe he would run into that one girl who had a particular fancy for him. Iku was her name and she was definitely a good looking girl, but there was something different about her. She had been able to keep Kuro's attention far longer than most women were able. Maybe that was because they had been paired on a couple missions together, or perhaps there was something else. Whatever the case this wasn't the time to dawdle on such things, there was training to be done.

As he neared the training grounds there were no signs of life except a heap of bags littered about the bottom of a tree, and a lone girl standing at the bottom of said tree. The training grounds themselves looked to be in pretty poor shape as if someone had had too much fun with the exploding tags. Kuro assumed that the girl who was standing at the tree was the reason for everything looking the way it did. He couldn't hear what she was saying but thought that perhaps the heat of the day had led her to go crazy. Perhaps she wasn't able to perform the walking up trees technique yet and was forced to stand there like some sort of simpleton. That thought alone made the Genin chuckle a bit. Regardless, the Hozuki would continue to watch as it was a fairly hilarious show, and besides he couldn't see her face so it was unknown if she was attractive enough to hit on. Only time would tell.

[Hoozuki Izūgetsu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #9BDDFF solid, bTable] Frozen Soul It was approaching noon. A day time that had Izū at the height of his daily energy and focus, and as such, he would commonly venture towards the training grounds to let loose these inner bursts of verve. His father would always give small praise for the unique vim, something he would shrug off in his face yet smile about in public - like a little bitch. It wasn't that he was scared to display emotional happiness of being praised by his father;; rather, it was more...he didn't want to show emotional happiness of being praised to his goal - his rival. Nevertheless, the training grounds was his destination. Commonly while there, he would venture into spontaneity with his training habits, working on what he thinks at that moment needed work. He intended to do that today. While on his way towards the training ground, he caught a glimpse of a white haired individual seemingly carrying around bags and entering stores all willy nilly. She seemed vaguely familiar to him, mainly because only the back of her head showed, but what more, her attire seemed to be so...prim and proper? Wearing a dress, that is. He didn't really bother at scratching that nagging itch for knowledge, cause well, he honestly didn't really care. With a step and a pep, he was on his way. Wait. He searched his back pockets. Searched his front pockets. Searched his head. Searched his buttocks. For some strange reason, it felt like something was missing. Looking at his empty hands intently as if something was supposed to be...there...Oh shit! He forgot his Katana. It was neither in his hand nor on his back. Why he searched his pockets? That my dear ladies and gentlemen, is beyond me. Taking his forgetful ass back home - which was about a few minute commute back there - he grabbed his Katana with amazing swiftness and took off dashing across the village. Why? Again, dear ladies and gentlemen, is beyond me. He got to the training grounds panting out a lung. "Hold on a sec." He said to himself, oblivious to his surroundings. Taking a huge puff of fresh training ground oxygen filled with left over sweat of others hard work, he felt the rhythm come back to his lungs, and then released that air to finally catch his breath amongst the different smells. His eyes first glance was that of an familiar backside [head hair], black with white, an obvious indication of a single individual - Hozuki Kuro. He didn't particularly like him, despite being in the same clan, and there were several reasons, all of which he didn't want to go into within his mind - it'll only cause frustration. I'll just ignore your existence. Was his plan. Now noticing a red head with an oddly familiar bags laying beside her. Hm. There are a lot of familiar things he's been noticing since his decision to go to the training grounds. IKU! Thats whose head[back-side] that was - photographic memory for the win. He gave out a mini-cheer. Techniques Used: [None] Weapons Inventory: [Katana w/ Light Blue Design] | In Hand WORDS [516] TAGS [---] NOTES [OOC:]

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] Now that Iku's focus had strayed away from boys - for the moment, anyway - she noticed a redheaded girl using the training grounds, and scowled slightly. The girl looked kind of familiar, but Iku couldn't place her - she merely got the distinct impression that this girl, whatever her name was, was a colossal bitch. Of course, she couldn't figure out how she knew this redhead, who looked too tall to be her age - albeit, Iku was pretty short, so almost everyone seemed tall to her. She spent about one more second thinking about the girl before going back to her daydreaming about the Hoozukis. It seemed one of their clan traits was attractiveness, because she hadn't met an ugly one yet. A few moments later, the girl spoke to her. "Eh? What do you want?" A slight twinge of irritation colored her voice. How dare the other girl - who looked beat up and scruffy and not at all attractive, aside from her large breasts (which Iku was incredibly jealous of) - disturb her daydream where she had both Kuro and Sherbet Head?! Well, the magic of it was gone now; Iku hopped down from the branch and landed neatly on her feet in front of the familiar stranger. "Who are you?" Of course, any pretense of paying attention to the redhead was lost when who else but Kuro entered the training ground. A girly squeal left her lips as she practically pounced on him. "Hello, Kuro-kun~ It's nice to see you again~" Well, this had just taken a turn for the better. A hot guy could always brighten up her day. Perhaps they could get to know each other better, make up for lost time when they had to do work instead of make out. Sherbet Head's arrival went totally unnoticed until he cheered loudly, which captured her attention. It took her a moment to realize who it was, and then another moment to detach herself from Kuro and pounce on her teammate instead. "Sherbet Head!" Could this day get any better? words 347 tags mizuki, kuro, izu made by akemi of btn

[atrb=valign,top] hey did you know you've got your eyes on a suicide prize

[Haruka Mizuki]

Mizuki blinked as she turned to catch sight of a white haired, or partially white haired, boy. He was one of the few genin taller than her, but she couldn't quite place him. Maybe he was older than she was? Still, she kept her head turned away from him, looking for the owner of the bags. She wasn't about to let someone use the training grounds as their own personal shopping bag stash! The training grounds were sacred as far as Mizuki was concerned. Anyone who disrespected them was trash not worthy of being a shinobi! She nodded softly to herself as she thought this over. Frowning, Mizuki crouched down to look at the bags. What kind of girl would buy all this crap? Some of the bags were from her family's stores, and she knew they mostly sold useless frivolities. Why would a shinobi waste their money on something so stupid?

Mizuki shot up, looking around when a second white haired boy showed up. Now, this one she remembered from the Academy. There was some resemblance between the two, but only the tall tale signs that they were from a similar family group. He was a lot shorter than the other white haired boy and Mizuki herself. She smiled weakly as she turned toward them, bowing her head politely. "Excuse me! I'm terribly sorry to interrupt anything either of you may be doing, but have either of you seen the young lady to whom these bags belong to?" she asked, smiling softly. Her voice was even and smooth, and all her words were carefully chosen to be as polite as possible. She smiled softly, tilting her head as she leaned up from her bow.

Just as she asked the question a white haired girl spoke from the branches above. Mizuki looked up, frowning for a brief moment toward the other girl. She didn't look pleasant at all. Mizuki managed to recompose herself as the girl jumped down, a soft polite smile once again plastered across her face. "Ah, sorry to have bothered you!" she said, bowing her head with a bright smile. "I found these bags and was worried someone was in trouble.." she began, her smile growing as she hid her annoyance behind it. "After all, no respectable shinobi would leave such things in a place as important as the training grounds." Her voice was light, but the intention was clear. Mizuki wasn't happy with the shopping bags being left around the tree as if it was the white haired girl's room.

"Ah, my name is Haruka Mizuki. I'm terribly sorry that I didn't introduce myself earlier. We were in the same class, so I was under the impression you might know my name already," she explained, scratching the back of her head with a polite smile. "My apologies, I suppose we didn't hang out much at the Academy."

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The red haired girl's confusion seemed to be at an all time high as she was once again speaking aloud, seemingly to no one in particular. Perhaps she was speaking to the bags, and if that was the case then she was indeed a weird one. It wasn't until the flash of a brightly colored dress dropped from the tree did Kuro realize that there was another in attendance, and that person was Iku. Quite the surprise it was to have this girl latched onto him, but at that moment it all made sense. Considering how well she dressed, even on missions, those bags must have been hers. So he wouldn't be able to help some mystery woman with their bags, but having Iku around made up for that fact. Before a response could even be muttered the girl had detached herself from the Hozuki and ran to another, an act that Kuro found none too pleasing. His displeasure only increased when he turned to see the object of her affection: Izugetsu. A fellow Hozuki that Kuro didn't really care for as he found him to be too prude for a male and often acted like he had a katana wedged up his ass, which considering how one was strapped to his back probably wasn't too far from the truth.

Furthermore, what exactly was Iku thinking jumping from one guy to the next? Was she a clan hopper, just hanging around all the strong guys? That wasn't going to fly, no way no how. Kuro was the player and would never be beaten at his own game. Those two would get what was coming to them in due time, but for the moment his attention turned to the one who was speaking. She was fairly unimpressive aside from a decent pair of sweater puppies, and was covered in bruises and scrapes; probably the one who caused all of this mess in the first place. Kuro didn't pay much attention to anything she was saying aside from her name, Mizuki, and quickly diverted his efforts to the two standing in front of him. Situations such as these called for a cool and collected atmosphere to think things through... nah, fuck that, this girl was lovin' the crew and if there was one thing Kuro hated the most it was competition. For a brief moment the boy considered hitting on the red head to try and make Iku jealous, but considering her appearance that would be a last resort. Instead he would opt for taking shots at his fellow Hozuki.

"Came out here to swing your stick around, eh Izugetsu?" Kuro mocked at the boy while making a half-hearted swinging motion with his left hand. One may have called this jealousy as Kuro was fairly interested in Iku, but he would never admit to it. Being surrounded by flocks of women was his prerogative so one straying from his grasp shouldn't have affected him this way, but it was and he was none too pleased.

[Hoozuki Izūgetsu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #9BDDFF solid, bTable] Frozen Soul Things seemed to turn from a threesome to an orgy. As Iku popped from her hiding place perched upon a branch of a tree onto the ground, pouncing on, argh, Kuro - feeling a tad bit jealous - and then reaffirmed that he was not lacking when she pounced on him. To address what happened before Iku's sudden appearance, Izū responded with a soft "nope" shake towards the red haired girls question. However, when Iku popped out and pounced on him, he was about to state that those bags was most definitely hers; however, the red-haired girl sparred no obvious attempt at egging on Iku. Not a good idea. He knew nothing good will come from verbally attacking Iku, even if it was unintentional, yet...not? Whatever. She gave her name and that was all Izū heard. His attention quickly shot towards Kuro as he made a personal attempt at a joke. His facial expression from the angry to become stoic. Grabbing Iku's waist tighter and bringing her closer to his body, , "You are stupid, and therefore wrong.

[/b]" He remarked rather bluntly. "I've come here to swing my Katana around, but i guess you didn't know it was called a Katana. Perhaps you should get your brain check for excessive ignorance.[/b]" He told him off relentlessly. Just egging him on. "Iku, Mizuki, stay away, IT might be contagious.[/b]" And he was not letting up. Not to mention, as he said that, he continued to pull Iku closer to his body, displaying a somewhat, "I'm better" expression with a snobby grin.

This was one of the reasons he disliked Kuro, his motherfreaking girl magnet. There was times when Kuro stole the girl he liked simply because he was "better looking" or "taller" Pfft. He's not that short, right? Well, its the size of the motion...wait...size of the boat? Motion of the ocean? Omg! He can't remember. Whatever. He had a bigger package! That's all that matters.


Techniques Used:

• [None]

Weapons Inventory:

• [Katana w/ Light Blue Design]

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[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] "Sweetie, some of us care about how we look. Perhaps you should try it sometime." What was the problem with setting her bags down under a tree while she was at the training grounds? She had intended to do a little bit of training. Eventually. And she hadn't felt like dragging all the bags home and then having to run for her life because Kazue was getting swingy with her scythe. "If you have a problem with me, I suggest you grow up a little bit. I'm not hurting anyone by leaving such things under a tree." She plastered a fake saccharine smile onto her face, then promptly ignored Mizuki in favor of the boys despite the fact that the genin was still talking. The two Hoozukis were butting heads already - over her, which definitely served to boost her already greatly inflated ego. She hadn't expected Sherbet Head to be the bolder of the two, possessively pulling her close, but hey, she wasn't going to complain. Having two attractive guys fighting over you wasn't something that happened every day, you know. If it wouldn't have made her sound like a slut, she probably would have made a comment about how there was enough Iku for the both of them, in the hopes of diffusing the situation. But after a moment's contemplation, she decided not to interfere. It would be much more entertaining to see them fight, and that was definitely where this was heading. Iku might have been a little girly, but she liked a nice, bloody fight as much as the next person. If she had to put bets on who would win that fight? She would go for Sherbet Head. Sure, he was a little scrawny in comparison with Kuro, but he took his training pretty seriously, and from what she'd seen, he was pretty good. Kuro seemed to be too busy talking to pretty girls such as herself to train as much as her teammate did. But, of course, it also depended on how hard both of them would fight; sometimes willpower brought a victory on its own, something she had learned through experience. words 365 tags mizuki, kuro, izu made by akemi of btn

[atrb=valign,top] hey did you know you've got your eyes on a suicide prize

[katas]

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[atrb=vAlign,top] The moves made on Iku by the dwarf had not gone unnoticed, and while he would have preferred to not show any signs of agitation his eye involuntarily twitched at the sight. That would be the best Izugetsu would get out of Kuro, unless he tried some bally shit, which he wouldn't. Even with a sword the boy could, and would get his ass beat if he attempted to put some more moves on his woman. Though their actual relationship was still a mystery it was for all intents and purposes a real thing when it came to dealing with competition. Of course, Kuro would still flirt with every woman he came across, it was just his nature, hell he had even done it in front of Iku during a mission. One of them had been her twin sister, while the other one was some chick whose face and name he couldn't recall. Whatever, the moral of the story was that Kuro had claim to Iku and he'd be damned if the white haired runt was going to ruin his fun. The Hozuki had not given any thought to the second woman who was with them, and to that effect didn't really care for Izugetsu's words either. They were both insignificant and utterly useless, though the boy's eyes were trained on his clan member and Iku. Now came the decision on how to deal with them, or more specifically Izu. Doing something rash and attacking him would only prove the midget to have the upper hand in this game of wits, though the ass beating he would surely receive would even out the score. But he felt that there would be a time for that in the very immediate future. For now Kuro would continue the mind fuckery that he oh so enjoyed crippling the lesser Hozuki with. He had already gotten in a good zinger with the stick comment and was just beginning to reach into his bag of word mastery. "What was that? Couldn't hear you from all the way down there. You'll have to speak higher." Kuro replied with a devious cackle etched upon his features. If it wasn't making fun of his sword, the boy could always take a shot at Izu's height. Hell, it was basically just begging for someone to call out the Napoleon Complex that Izu was in denial about. What to do with Iku was proving an interesting situation. Showing any kind of feelings toward her in front of Izu would only serve to make matters worse between the two Hozuki, namely giving Izu the slightest of advantages and some ammunition in which to piss off Kuro. He couldn't let that happen, not in a million years, and as such the boy would say nothing to Iku, instead opting to win her company by out joking the white dwarf.

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[Hoozuki Izūgetsu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #9BDDFF solid, bTable] Frozen Soul Excuse-Moi? Did he just say what he just said? Oh no. There was one thing to make fun of his hair or head, but another altogether to make fun of his height. He was short compared to Kuro, but what of it? It's not like he was a midget or anything...right? RIGHT! His eyes twitched with intense aggravation upon hearing that insult. It had shocked his very core and he had no way of controlling that pent of up anger that was now swelling up in him. He wanted for nothing more than to show this black haired, white haired Hozuki what his sword could do. Maybe cut off all his white hair? His grip tightened on Iku, pulling her closer on instinct from the insult, and that's when he got the idea. He was going to win this. He was going to show Kuro up, once, and, for, all! Hehe. "Oh, really? Then i guess you'll be able to see this from your tower-like height then." He said, before turning to Iku, and yes, landing a pucker upon her lips. A declaration that Iku was his. MWAHAHA! He was going to go for the cheek, but that wouldn't show Kuro anything as he's most likely done that already. And so, irrational thought brought about an irrational decision. After finishing attempt at a kiss or kiss itself, he would turn to Kuro and pout out his tongue. "Loser.

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Techniques Used:

• [None]

Weapons Inventory:

• [Katana w/ Light Blue Design] | In Hand

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[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] The barbs that the two Hoozukis were exchanging were rather amusing, though she didn't dare laugh for fear of offended her boys. Then instead of two she would end up with none, and that would just, well, suck. Even though, after this situation, she'd probably just have one... still better than none. But which one would it be? Even Iku didn't know that yet. Both boys had their positives, and their negatives too. Kuro was suave and handsome. He knew how to treat a lady to make her feel special, and while he wasn't the most masculine of guys, he had nice features and he was tall. Almost too tall, though. He was roughly eleven inches taller than Iku, so she had a tough time getting up to his level to kiss him. And that was a total pain in the ass. Plus, if possible, he was more of a flirt than she was. He had even stooped so low as to flirt with her twin sister in front of her on a mission, for fuck's sake. Sure, he made her feel special when they were alone, but with other girls... it seemed like she was sort of shoved to the side while he flirted with them instead. Sherbet Head didn't have as much experience as Kuro, to be sure, but that wasn't necessarily something bad. It meant he would probably try more interesting things, surprise her sometimes, instead of just going through the motions because he knew they would work regardless. He was bold, and brash, and shared Iku's talent of pissing people off, usually for the hell of it. She knew he was a pretty skilled shinobi; he was good at tree climbing and she'd seen him use the Hydrification Technique, whereas she hadn't seen any of Kuro's shinobi skills. Well... she knew he could pick vegetables, at the very least. She had to stifle a giggle at that thought. She had kind of tuned the boys out, so it was safe to say she was a little surprised when Sherbet Head turned and planted a kiss right on her lips. It wasn't the first time she'd kissed a boy, of course, but it still brought a scarlet tint to her cheeks. And she had to repress an extremely girly squeal of happiness, choosing instead to press herself closer to the reasonably tall Sherbet Head, though she couldn't hide her smile. Kuro hadn't kissed her like that yet. In fact, she was the only one to have done any kissing when they were together. Sherbet Head was quickly earning himself some extra points. words 450 tags kuro, izu made by akemi of btn

[atrb=valign,top] hey did you know you've got your eyes on a suicide prize

[katas]

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[atrb=vAlign,top] This was too easy for Kuro and he almost felt bad for picking on the imp. Hell, being that short and being pretty awful at handling swords was a recipe for disaster and there was no way the boy was going to let those amazing joke opportunities pass him by. Seeing Izugetsu's eye twitch only served to cement the already victorious state that Kuro was in. There was no way he could lose now, and it probably wouldn't be too long until the short one started swinging his stick around in anger. Was it in bad taste to pick on those who were so poor in defending themselves? Yes, but that logic flew right out the window when it came to Izugetsu. He deserved anything that happened to him. The winds shifted, fate moving backwards, and a jaw dropping to the ground. Had Izu just kissed Iku? No no no, surely this must have been some kind of genjutsu. There was nothing for a moment, silence. Then rage, unbridled rage. Kuro only wanted death for the short one and he would see to it that happened, quickly. Or maybe he would draw it out? Torture was always fun. Regardless, Izugetsu had to die. Then he would deal with Iku who seemed a bit to overjoyed from that surprise kiss. A single kunai freed from its pouch and launched at Izu, well more so between him and Iku. If it hit him then good, but at the very least it would probably separate the two less they wanted to have pierced lips. Then Kuro ran, headed straight for Izugetsu. He was going to beat the life out of this boy with his bare hands, probably choke him out in the process. He went for a tackle as pinning the smaller one down would provide a great advantage. There were no words, just anger.

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[Hoozuki Izūgetsu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #9BDDFF solid, bTable] Frozen Soul The kiss. It was surprisingly soft and...and...exciting. It was his first kiss, albeit, he wouldn't allow anyone to know this fact, and with his constant hours of practicing, he kind of, at the recess of his mind, hoped Iku had enjoyed it as much as he did. His mind was completely in cloud 9 during this momentous moment, however, it snapped back to reality as it sensed killing intent from Kuro. His eyebrows frowned with a shift of his eyes on alert, now seeing a kunai, nearly point blank, about to be launched by Kuro towards them. What was he thinking? Izu, grabbed Iku from her legs and torso onto his arms - much like a wedding pick-up - and jumped backwards, lips still semi-locked. It was upon landing that he removed his lips, placed Iku on the side, distanced herself from her and took out his blade in a defensive pose. "What do you think you're doing aiming a Kuna-" His words were interrupted by an abrupt attempt at a tackle, and an attempt that landed, his sword dropped near and stabbed itself into the ground. The pain from the fall caused Izu to flinch. Now he was in the worse possible situation. Being mounted on by an tall brute, albeit the size gap could allow him to slowly squirm his way out of this mount, but he just couldn't help but mock the boy further. "You're so weak, attacking out of jealousy, and then a sneak attack instead of a man-to-man fight. Oh wait, that's impossible...

[/b]" His words directed towards Kuro with absolute bluntness, "You're not a man to begin with."

Techniques Used:

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Weapons Inventory:

• [Katana w/ Light Blue Design] | In Ground

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[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] Iku noticed Kuro's shock out of the corner of her eye, but she was too focused on Sherbet Head to really care. Kuro had had her attention before; now she was giving it to someone that - at the moment - she considered more worthy of it. See, that had been what she was talking about when she said that Sherbet Head would surprise her. And boy, did it feel good to be right. It was then that she realized just how Kuro felt about Sherbet Head kissing her. Well, well, well, maybe he did care about her as more than just a fling before he moved on to some other fawning girl. He wouldn't be so mad if she was just another girl, now would he? And the ego inflated even more - if that was even possible. And then Sherbet Head picked her up, bridal style, and if it hadn't been because of Kuro being an asshole she probably would've squealed. That was so sweet of him, making sure she didn't get hurt - even though Iku was more than capable of taking care of herself, it was still a nice gesture that made her feel all fluttery inside. And sure, this wasn't her first kiss, but it was still pretty special. "Wow, Kuro, way to ruin the moment." she muttered under her breath once Sherbet Head had left her side to face off with the older boy. "No need to be such a massive dick... trying to make up for the fact that you don't have one?" Usually, she wouldn't be so mean to someone she had feelings for, but seriously, that was uncalled for. And now the boys were going to get into a full-on fight. Iku, keeping a good distance from the Hoozukis, moved over to the bags she'd left under that tree. She emptied one, shoving its contents into the other bags, and took it back over to the boys. She placed it on the ground and sat on it; she was, after all, wearing an expensive dress, and the ground was always muddy. No way was she getting mud on this dress. "Don't kill each other! Then I can't have either of you." Iku warned them. "If you do, I'll... I'll punch you in the ghost." words 393 tags kuro, izu made by akemi of btn

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