Lash Out [PLOT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar]height: 1px; width: 2px; background: #AD0023;[/newclass][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #000;[/newclass][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #AD0023;[/newclass][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #E1E1E1; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8; border-top: #AD0023 solid 5px; border-radius: 0px 150px 0px 0px;bottom-height : 900px;][atrb=width,430,true] LIVIN' THE DREAM? Funny how things change .yet they always stay the same .and the simple things in life .just get tossed into the flames .and I've been down .that road before .where you just gotta roll the bones. Word Count : 376 | Notes : None ❚‘’See you tomorrow then’’ she giggled as she left the house. Nagawa gave a rather drowsy smile as he shut the door behind her. She was another one of his ‘lovers’ who he had brought home. A sweet girl she was, though wouldn't keep him interested for more than a week or two. He was in a rather cool mood today. No work, no missions and no sign of Madoka or Kasumi. The woman was a pain with her sweet talk, all to which went on deaf ears. Her daughter on the other hand - was even more of a pain, following him around the house and trying to grab his attention every minute or two. Fortunately, they weren't expected home for at least another five hours. Nagawa headed to the bathing area behind the house. The young man stripped off his filthy garments and took a nice, long dip in the hot waters. It was refreshing to soak for his body had been covered in a layer of dried sweat. The soft scent of cherry blossom filled the air. The bathing area had a relaxing touch to it. Even if the house wasn't his – there were always perks of being rich. A good forty-five minutes had passed before he got out of the water He took his sweet time getting dressed - Back in his usual trousers and inner vest, though without his jacket. He headed upstairs to one of the many recreation rooms of the house. Making himself comfortable on of a couch, he lied down with one hand behind his head and another holding a recently lit cigarette – watching rings of smoke float above. The servants disliked the smell of tobacco in the house, but who were they to question him? He was just as harsh as Kasumi sometimes. His mind was blank today. Today all his kill Kasumi fantasies were put on a hold. Instead he wondered about the various ways to get Madoka out of his team. Of all the genin Kusa produced , the witch’s daughter had to end up on his team. He had made a fuss about it her office the other day but she didn't give a fuck about it, all thanks to the wonders of alcohol.

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[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;] She loved her mother very much so in fact that Madoka had always done what she was told, however the countless lessons for this and that on top of the training her own mother put on her as well as the cruel things her brother did while she was with him on his own team. The girl was worn out for sure and with no sign of a break from either her mother or her brother Madoka was in for a long haul. Her current lesson had become so boring she had actually fallen asleep during it, something she would have gotten away with had it not been for the fact that well she was the only student. A few taps and the girl was sitting upright wake and alert thought it was obviously to late for pretending like nothing had happened. Madoka let out a yawn as her teacher excused her for the day, excitement rushed her veins as she figured it would just be her and her brother at home at least for a little while longer. Stepping from the building she had found herself in the whispers began to float by her , after years of listening and watching people she had come to realize that something about her just caused people to stop and gossip. It had bothered her endlessly for a time but soon she found her cares moving to different things, her teammates like her and even her class had liked her so why would she let that stop her from liking herself? When she arrived home she found the servants in a small tizzy complaining about the smell of smoke from the young master, Madoka sighed and headed towards the room which smelled of burning and quickly opened the door. “ you know mom doesn’t like it when you smoke in the house” she told him rather bluntly, she knew if she started acting all bubbly her brother was just going to ignore her anyways. Walking into the room Madoka headed for the window throwing it open and watching as the smoke filtered out leaving its trail. She glanced back at him taking in every inch of him, noticing his hair was wet and his clothing new. She wanted to snap her fingers and pout as she had missed her favorite time of the day however nothing could be done about it and acting slightly crazy in front of him would do her no good. “ I don’t see why you two cant get along it isn’t as if were at war with each other or anything serious like that” she mumbled mostly to her self but loud enough for her brother to over hear it, she just couldn’t understand why the two of them had to be at each others throats all the time. Granted she didn’t know most of the situation or about Nagawa’s mother, only that she had been born roughly before the women had died and she had been named after her. She wondered sometimes if that was the reason why Nagawa acted as though she was some kind of leach or sea creature when she was around. made by prism of btn and ls~

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[atrb=border,0,true][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar]height: 1px; width: 2px; background: #AD0023;[/newclass][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #000;[/newclass][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #AD0023;[/newclass][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #E1E1E1; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8; border-top: #AD0023 solid 5px; border-radius: 0px 150px 0px 0px;bottom-height : 900px;][atrb=width,430,true] LIVIN' THE DREAM? Funny how things change .yet they always stay the same .and the simple things in life .just get tossed into the flames .and I've been down .that road before .where you just gotta roll the bones. Word Count : 328 | Notes : None ❚Well, speak of the devil. Nagawa scowled at the ceiling upon hearing that high-pitched voice, albeit milder than usual. That female never gave up nor got the many ‘hints’ he gave it – a trait no doubt inherited from the her mother. He almost chuckled upon hearing that Kasumi disliked his habit. Made it seem like daily doses of sex and alcohol were totally fine. He loved antagonizing the two. The very fact that Kasumi disliked the stuffy smell of tobacco in the house made him want to do it anyway. What pricked him right now was the presence of Madoka in the room. She was supposed to be busy training or on a mission. And how’d she have immediate knowledge of him smoking? Probably the servants with their constant bickering. He held the cigar between his fingers, sneaking in a bit of the fresh air that entered through the opened window. Even though he smoked for about four years now, his body couldn’t take handle too much at a time. He was aware of its ill effects, yet couldn’t do anything about it. He was addicted. The genin’s mumbles made it well into his ears. It actually came to him as a bit of a surprise. She was old enough to know. That woman truly did keep her in the dark. But what would change even if she knew? He was going to dispose of her anyway, once he was done with Kasumi. Another fact Kasumi probably would have been aware of. “Could you get out. Go train with Kasumi or something” he spoke seemingly having ignored Madoka’s chatter. His tone was not as assertive as usual, though it was enough to make out that it wasn't a request. He wasn't about to lose his temper yet, even though he disliked the girl to the extent that her innocent giggle bugged him. His gaze was now lowered focusing on the burning cigar before taking inhaling smoke once again.

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[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;] She could never figure out the moods that Nagawa always seemed to be in, they switched frequently and it was hard for Madoka to keep up with them. Sure she loved her brother and had always tried to show him just how much she cared, however it never seemed to reach him. She had tried to always listen to him when he would yell or become angry with her and she kept her distance the best she could. She had always wondered why he had given her dirty looks when she had played with their father. Madoka had always known that her mother was not Nagawa’s that fact was certain and something that no one could change their ages just didn’t match up. However she had figured that sharing a parent would have given them something in common a bond they could share together even if they were only half siblings. She knew that the more she tried to get along with him or attempt to gain his affections the more he pushed her away and wanted nothing to do with her. She had thought that being on the same team would give her and Nagawa something in common yet again, however much to Madoka’s dislike he had used the time to mistreat her while her mother was gone. “ she said she was going to be working late with some papers she had to approve and that she wouldn’t be home until I was asleep most likely. She said something came up “ her mother truly loved her but it seemed as of late that more and more things were coming up that required her attention. The girl would have never guessed that the things coming up happened to be her mothers sexual feels, not that she would have wanted to hear of such things anyways. She could tell he was in no mood to deal with her and yet at the same time she really wished he would just spend this time with her. “ maybe you and I could go.. “ her voice trailed off as she glanced back at him, even offering up such a suggestion would bring on his wrath. No doubt he would yell at her or scoff and coldly insult her abilities, her brother had become so cruel now that she had come to hold a spot on his team. made by prism of btn and ls~

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[atrb=border,0,true][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar]height: 1px; width: 2px; background: #AD0023;[/newclass][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #000;[/newclass][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #AD0023;[/newclass][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #E1E1E1; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8; border-top: #AD0023 solid 5px; border-radius: 0px 150px 0px 0px;bottom-height : 900px;][atrb=width,430,true] LIVIN' THE DREAM? Funny how things change .yet they always stay the same .and the simple things in life .just get tossed into the flames .and I've been down .that road before .where you just gotta roll the bones. Word Count : 290 | Notes : None ❚By now, his cigar had turned into a stub. Siting up straight, he tossed it in the asphalt kept on a small side table. His back against the couch in a rather slugged position, his arms crossed over his chest with his eyes now fixed on his sister. She managed to catch his full attention. He have a rather usual scowl, something which she was familiar with. Madoka was getting on his nerves now. There wasn't a day when he wouldn't rebuke her. He could have left the room to avoid her, but being stubborn as he was, he wouldn't like to have her feel that she won. In one manner, he was quite obnoxious. “Tch…paperwork? You are so fucking dense. Your mother is nothing less than a whore! How the fuck did you manage to miss that fact?!” And so the insults began. Honestly, that girl had no whatsoever clue of what was happening. This was going on for far too long. One thing he knew was that this so called ‘paperwork’ Kasumi stayed up did not take place in her office, well, not usually. And this was something probably the whole village knew of. What made Madoka such an exception? Her age? Please, parents had already warned children half her age of being too close to the Damiyo. “I’m surprised she hasn't given you any of that training yet’’ he chuckled. It was a rather disgusting thought, but hey, that woman was capable of anything. It wasn't Madoka then it could be him, he was adopted anyway. Once again, he had totally ignored her suggestion. Obviously she didn't think of it seriously. He would never want to be seen around, let alone go do something along with her.

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[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;] She winced slightly when he started to raise his voice slightly, no matter how used to it she was Madoka always hated it when he yelled at her for no reason at all. She knew his hate for her mother was tremendous but she hated it when he resorted to calling her mother names like whore and slut. She knew what people said about her mother and the things they spoke of her doing to the men and boys of the village. However she had never caught her mother doing such things and neither had the others, Madoka liked to think that people just hated her for her position not because she actually committed the acts. She could feel his eyes staring into her back as though they were going to suddenly burn a hole thought her flesh. Turning around she stared back at him “ have you ever caught her doing anything like that Nagawa? Its easy to run around calling people whores when you don’t know anything about the situation isn’t it” she scoffed at him and turned back to face the window, he was just a selfish hateful person in the end really. She couldn’t figure out why she loved him so or wanted his attention so badly, it seemed counterproductive to fight back with him when she knew he was just going to ignore what she was saying anyways. ‘ besides why would my mother teach me things like that, I can learn those myself if I ever choose to and it wouldn’t be any of your concern anyways. “ she grumbled hatefully to herself. She had caught him secretly on occasion with his female company and if it wasn’t for the fact that she didn’t want to be caught sneaking around she would have confronted him about it. He had no right to talk about her mother that way when he was doing the exact same thing behind everyone else’s backs “ im sure the servants could tell us all about you” she mock spoke as she bobbed her head back and forth. made by prism of btn and ls~

[Kurenai]

[atrb=border,0,true][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar]height: 1px; width: 2px; background: #AD0023;[/newclass][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #000;[/newclass][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #AD0023;[/newclass][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #E1E1E1; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8; border-top: #AD0023 solid 5px; border-radius: 0px 150px 0px 0px;bottom-height : 900px;][atrb=width,430,true] LIVIN' THE DREAM? Funny how things change .yet they always stay the same .and the simple things in life .just get tossed into the flames .and I've been down .that road before .where you just gotta roll the bones. Word Count : 302 | Notes : None ❚ He was certain she didn't believe him. No one liked hearing such words taget their mother. But the truth was the truth.Kasumi was hated for many reasons. But the easiest to point on was her ‘habits’. The others would be her harsh method of punishment, blackmail and being utterly useless as the Damiyo. He couldn't help but laugh at her remark. He enjoyed agitating her and seeing her fight for a response. She in fact gave the silliest replies when upset. He was also aware of how she wished to break through his layer of hatred. It wasn't going to work, not today, not ever. Catch her? That wouldn't have to be necessary. He had heard his Jounin superior brag about his experience with Kasumi. And that little hut of hers was no secret either. Pitiful to watch her child lost on such topics. “Why wouldn't she? You do want to grow up to be ‘just like mom’, don’t you?” he mimicked her tone a bit, though it didn't pitch up as much. His mood had reverted back to obnoxious. It was true that his temper was rather violent, but Madoka had to instigate him pretty bad to reach that point. There was more than one way to get her out. He immediately went silent on her last words. He raised a brow, taking a few seconds to understand what she meant. How’d she know? For a moment he believed her, thinking it was the servants who bicker behind his back. Yet, they wouldn’t pass on such information to her, would they? A flush of anger overcame him on the thought of her prying on his personal affairs. “Really? Call them now. Let’s hear it straight from their mouth then.” He spoke with visible irritation on his face and in his tone.

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[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;] She clutched her hands into a fist not turning around to let him see the twisted look on her face, she was getting angry with him for all the insults. It was tiring day in and day out listening to him complain like a spoiled brat, if he was unhappy he was old enough to move and live on his own and yet with everything he was so unhappy with the boy found himself staying in the very place that seemingly made him miserable. “ you sure whine a lot you know, its easy to pick on me because I am younger and don’t have the skills to take you on” she uttered furiously. she had learned a skill he wouldn’t have been able to protect himself from however she was in no hurry to end his life. Regardless of his actions she loved her brother even if he couldn’t find the place in his heart to love her back. His sudden questioning of her information caused her to fluster for a moment, if he really wanted to know how she knew such things she want going to tell. If he thought she was going to rat out the staff for something they hadn’t done either she would refuse, however she had become un-amused with him. “ I get so fed up with your overly aggressiveness Nagawa, how would you like it if I started talking badly about your mother” she shouted at him suddenly “ apparently she wasn’t anything special if she died so easly” she remarked, quickly she turned and headed for the door “ don’t blame my mother because she is alive and I wasn’t even born at the time I cannot help who gave birth to me “ she was furious this time and had listened to enough of his drama and complaints, he didn’t see her running around in a foul mood because of the things that they spoke about her mother. No one spoke badly of his and yet he found himself constantly in such a foul disposition. made by prism of btn and ls~

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[atrb=border,0,true][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar]height: 1px; width: 2px; background: #AD0023;[/newclass][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #000;[/newclass][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #AD0023;[/newclass][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #E1E1E1; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8; border-top: #AD0023 solid 5px; border-radius: 0px 150px 0px 0px;bottom-height : 900px;][atrb=width,430,true] LIVIN' THE DREAM? Funny how things change .yet they always stay the same .and the simple things in life .just get tossed into the flames .and I've been down .that road before .where you just gotta roll the bones. Word Count : 313 | Notes : None ❚ He didn’t stay in the mansion on his own will. He was forced out from his little apartment down the market street. Kasumi, Rikudō knows why, made him live with them. Perhaps just to make her look good whatever her intentions were. Thing was, her move made him seem like a brat. That being one reason he couldn’t get an apartment and the other, well, people feared the wrath of the Damiyo. He would be on the streets if he left – something he wasn’t accustomed to. And he wouldn’t leave the village, not until Kasumi was done with. He got up as she ignored his statement of questioning the staff. It was enough proof to know that she was interfering with matters which she shouldn’t be. He casually walked to the door and gently hit it with his foot, closing it. She wouldn’t notice for her back was turned to the wall. Madoka needed to know her place. He turned around and leaned on the door, waiting for her to complete her little speech. ‘Apparently she wasn’t anything special if she died so easily’ That just added fuel to the fire. His expressions held a stony glare which fixed them on Madoka’s face as she turned around. That was the last straw. He wasn’t going to spare her this time. That pretty face was going to have dents in it soon enough. Casually, he walked up to her – his hands in his pocket seemingly unfazed. He placed a rather cold hand on her shoulder. ‘’Madoka…I-I’m…” his voice trailed off breaking, surprisingly gentle. It was something new, seemingly like he was about to apologize. But why the act? Probably because running about the house trying to kill the girl would attract too much attention. Best be done with a slight diversion. The girl was pretty dense, she would, hopefully think it was indeed an apology.

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[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;] Sure it was a low blow but she had been tired of his constant picking on her mother, it wasn’t like Madoka ran around bad mouthing the women she was named after. Her brother was just a big loser in the end who was to scared of her mother to take action into his own hands, not that she knew why or what kind of things her mother had done to warrant such actions. Everyone always left her in the dark about things and yet at the same time she was forced to deal with the belittling it brought. She was certainly getting tired of being the punching bag over things she knew nothing about . When her eyes found themselves facing Nagawa a pang of panic trickled down her spine, he had closed the door and was blocking her only escape. No if she really needed to get free she would go for the window she was little and quick and could get through it without getting stuck unlike her rather large brother. He was quicker though and she found herself staring up at him with a mixed sort of emotion twisted upon her face, his hand on her shoulder gave him ground to keep her in distance. The tone was gentle and sounded like remorse but the features on his face betrayed his inner emotions, she had never actually been scared of her brother but for this moment a pit of fear began to well in her stomach. Quickly her hand grasped around the arm upon her shoulder, she let her nails dig deep in order to break the skin. She knew Nagawa was unaware of her newly acquired skill “ Nagawa” she spoke softly before her hands few together “ Bacterial Infection” she whispered almost silently at him, it was going to take time for it to work and if she wanted to live she needed to use it now. Nagawa never would have gotten this close to her and he never would have spoken so gently to her, she hoped she was right or else he was really going to be pissed off by the end of it. made by prism of btn and ls~

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[atrb=border,0,true][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar]height: 1px; width: 2px; background: #AD0023;[/newclass][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #000;[/newclass][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #AD0023;[/newclass][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #E1E1E1; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8; border-top: #AD0023 solid 5px; border-radius: 0px 150px 0px 0px;bottom-height : 900px;][atrb=width,430,true] LIVIN' THE DREAM? Funny how things change .yet they always stay the same .and the simple things in life .just get tossed into the flames .and I've been down .that road before .where you just gotta roll the bones. Word Count : 409 | Notes : None ❚ So she thought herself to be all grown up speaking of his mother like that. Nagawa refused to think rationally. The girl really didn't choose who to be born to, but for the boy, anyone close to Kasumi was to be eliminated. He could see the fear in her eyes when she looked up. He hoped that expression was forever plastered on her face after today. She was gullible enough to believe he was going to apologize. Hence , he didn’t react as she clung on to his arm. However, the very next second – he flinched for the girl dung her nails into his skin. Retracting his arm, he could see the three nail marks in his forearm - two of which were deep enough to bleed. Women had that horrid habit of growing their nails. “What the-“ he exclaimed for the very next moment she whispered the technique’s name. So the woman had begun teaching her those wretched techs. And Madoka had the guts to use it against him? Almost instantly, the same hand reached for the genin’s neck. Getting a good grip around it , he slammed her towards the wall as he lifted her a bit off the ground. “Infecting me won’t spare ya” He spoke in a dead serious tone. Of what knowledge he had gained of the blood-limit, Madoka had used the most basic Jutsu on him. Whatever she had infected him with, it wasn’t deadly and by the time it took effect, he would be done with her. “Like mother like daughter. Turnin to be Kasumi faster than I thought.” He raised his free hand to land a powerful slap across her face. He didn't go with the punch right away. He wanted her conscious, at least until he was done talking. Enough was enough, he didn't usually relay any of this information onto another individual, but believing that she wouldn't live longer, it didn't hurt. “It was that wretched bloodlimit that killed my mother. And guess who did it?” he tightened the grip around her neck. The young man released his grip as he readied another strike to the face. It would throw her off balance when hit. He wouldn't kill her off so easily. Making her suffer was so satisfying. Shutting the door meant that the servants couldn't hear them. Most of them had taken a liking to the young woman, and at times they didn't hesitate to interfere.

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[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;] She had no time to go to the window not even to make a formal attempt to escape as his arm came forward shoving her into the wall before his fingers found a tight grip over her throat. Her feet were only inches from the ground as he held her there letting her dangle by her neck, she tried to tip toe or dig her heals into the wall in order to reduce the pressure on her neck. Flailing around didn’t seem to be helping her so calmly she coaxed herself into relaxing, in the long run it was going to save her energy and if her infection had worked then soon the effects would come rushing in upon him. “ you forgot to ask what I infected you with “ she rasped out at him, true it might not have been deadly and going to kill him but with a infection at an unnatural spreading and breeding speed he would feel the effects soon and would be rendered almost useless in his attempts to fight with her. His body would be unable to keep up the strength at least and she could free herself and get help. She let out a cry as the slap echoed through the room and Madoka had lost focus for a moment, she blinked a few times letting one of her hands move to press a cold hand against her now blazing cheek. She squealed and began to kick at him the moment his grip tightened though in the back of her mind she replayed his words over and over again. The reason he hated the two of them was because he thought her mother had killed his own ? If that was the case she hadn’t even been born yet on top of which she would have been to little and wouldn’t have known any of the techniques needed to assist her mother. Not that she would have helped her anyways, so why was it that they were in this position now? Her feet touched the ground for a moment his hand hovering over ready to hit her again the one thing he forgot was the window, she threw her leg out suddenly now that she had a bit of leverage on the ground. She hoped it would hit his weak spot and take him down if only for a second or to , the moment she let her let swing she started screaming “ HELP ME SOMEONE HELP ME HES TRYING TO KILL ME” hopefully someone was in the gardens and would hear her. made by prism of btn and ls~

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[atrb=border,0,true][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar]height: 1px; width: 2px; background: #AD0023;[/newclass][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #000;[/newclass][newclass=.Yoshi ::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #AD0023;[/newclass][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #E1E1E1; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8; border-top: #AD0023 solid 5px; border-radius: 0px 150px 0px 0px;bottom-height : 900px;][atrb=width,430,true] LIVIN' THE DREAM? Funny how things change .yet they always stay the same .and the simple things in life .just get tossed into the flames .and I've been down .that road before .where you just gotta roll the bones. Word Count : 289 | Notes : Sorry, scrappy post ❚ His strike was interrupted as she raised her leg which was aimed at his crotch. He reacted almost immediately by taking hold of her leg with his free hand. The hand with the readied strike now leant on the wall for a second as to regain balance. That was close. Why’d he let her go anyway? Nagawa could have easily disfigured her face with a direct punch to the face. While one part of him did indeed want to see her suffer, there was this other which hesitated to kill. This hesitation wasn't felt on the battle field. But then why this feeling now? Perhaps it was his consciousness that prevented him from doing so or maybe even that fear of the Damiyo which resided in him. Whatever it was, he wasn't about to let her go yet. Letting go of her leg, Nagawa instantly raised his leg to deliver a kick aimed at her abdomen. It was powerful enough to throw her off and her feet and tossed her towards the other end of the room. “Don’t waste your breathe” he teased, though not exactly the manner before. He could feel a sort of gradual pain build up in his abdomen and chest – felt sort of a like a heartburn. It was probably Madoka’s technique taking effect. He could endure the pain, seemed her technique didn't work as planned. It was Time for the finale. He began to slowly focusing chakra onto his hand, and specifically in his middle and index fingers. It would take a while before he would be able to execute the technique for the pain was taking over a bit. No matter, if he couldn’t kill her then at least he would disable her.

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[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;] She had hoped to catch him off guard and yet the moment her foot swung out she found his hand grasping her leg, she however continued to scream her heart out. Madoka wouldn’t stop he was going to have to cut her tongue out if he wished to silence her. There was only a small pause in his movements but it was enough to allow the girl to try and brace for the impact she was sure her brother was about to deliver to her. Nagawa was not going to let go of her and from the position she was in she could only figure he was either going to throw her or break her leg. Madoka had been caught off guard when he let go of her only to have just enough time to throw her arms up as he kicked her. He had put enough force behind it to cause her body to move, she gave a twirl and when she landed the breath had been knocked form her. She rolled onto her side and began to wheeze, Madoka tried to catch her breath but the more she tired to suck in air the sicker it made her. Coughing was about the only thing she could do that wasn’t painful, her vision was rolling in and out and she was pretty sure she would pass out soon enough. Sitting up on her hands she sucked in a large breath, tears had formed and were trickling down her face, her head suddenly hit the floor and her ears had started to ring. Her eyes would flutter open from time to time however she could barely focus anymore. The face plant to the floor had caused her nose to bleed, with the rush of liquid from the two small holes her mouth had opened once more as she gasped in an attempt to suck in oxygen. There was a beating on the door as the hushed voices of some of the servants could be heard from the hall “ Master Nagawa” made by prism of btn and ls~

[Yorino Hashi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; bTable; ] [atrb=style, padding: -5px; height: 400px;] Hashi had taken a habit to lounging in the Daimyo's garden. When she had extracurricular meetings it was the best place to wait for her. She always returned home sooner or later. It was true Hashi and the Lady had yet to formally meet about his job but since being assigned to it he had played the part as inconspicuously as possible. When he had foreseen the events occurring between his charge and another he had tastefully left the scene. It was sitting on a bench admiring the smoke coil upward from his pipe that he had first heard signs of a ruckus. Then suspiciously the sound of someone calling out a technique. This had gotten him up,. What had gotten him sprinting was the cry for help. By the time he arrived at the right door a small crowd of servants had gathered around the door. “Step out of my way!” Hashi called and as the servants cleared out of his way he lashed out with a swift, powerful kick causing the door to fly open and he rushed inside. What he saw before him was hard to take in all at once but he had attuned his mind to such high-speed situations. He took in the important details. Daimyo's daughter bruised and battered on the floor. Daimyo's half-son decidedly less battered and raising a handseal to finish off his supposed opponent. Hashi dashed forward (not using shunshin because apparently that just won't work in any situation) “Nagawa, nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

[/i]” Hashi declared as he barrelled forward hoping to distract the man long enough that he could perform the Body Check technique (i.e. tackle the sonofabitch).[/div][/td]
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