Lash Out [PLOT]

[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 : 289 | Notes : none ❚ Lightning began to crackle around his fingers. His ears had shut themselves out. No servant for going to interrupt this time. Lighting his fingers, he aimed and th-BAM! The door flung open. So the servants finally got the door open. Whatever. He didn't bother to turn his head nor pay heed to the many pleas to stop. He felt a heavy mass throw him on one side the moment he let out the lightning strike from his finger tips. The lightning nearly missed Madoka and instead trailed above her for a decent four seconds burning a good deal of the wooden structure. The nearby curtain had been set ablaze while wooden debris showered down on the ground. He was definitely taken off guard. Never did a servant have the guts to tackle him. Scrawny cowards they truly were. On the ground with a huge mass above him, it took a few seconds to recognize the man. The blonde bulk was supposed to me Kasumi's personal bodyguard or something. What was he doing here? "GET.OFF.ME" he demanded as he aimed his fist at the man's face. There was much too much panic around him. The servants tried to douse the fire, some trying to tend to Madoka while others worried about the state of the half burnt room. Nagawa's temper had died down a bit now. He was still agitated , irritated even due to the intervention of an unexpected guest. The pain itself had another part in it. Killing Madoka seemed to be out of his to-do list for now, at least for the day.

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[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;] The door had caused enough noise to startle Madoka enough to pull her from the black darkness that had consumed her. Her eye sight was blurry but she could make out some actions if only a little. It seemed two blobs were fighting with each other, where was she again? Her brain refused to work with her or allow her memories to come flowing back to her. Madoka had been unaware of the flames that now licked at the fibers of the curtain, however the servants were taking care of that as they rushed the room to put the fire out. A few had stopped to help her up one quietly shoved a few cotton bits up her bruised noise to help stop the bleeding. Madoka was highly confused at this point until she finally started to pull the pieces together, the loud voice shouting for someone to get off them was her brother who had just tried to kill her. The other person she barely seemed to recognize until it came to her that it was her mothers bodyguard. Her eyes darted around to see if her mother had joined him only to find that they were alone. She wanted her mother right now but knew that if she had walked in on this mess that Nagawa would have been killed right there on the spot in the worst of ways. She cringed when one of the servants began to wash the blood from her face and began to check out her body to make sure she wasn’t hurt anywhere else. She knew her body wouldn’t heal it was her heart and feelings that had been broken and completely crushed. She could never look at Nagawa the same again nor did she know what future she would have now that her sensei wanted to murder her. made by prism of btn and ls~

[Yorino Hashi]

Hashi, whose mind was fairly clearer than Nagawa's, dodged the punch easily but did not respond in kind. Instead he vigorously shook the man. “What are you doing, Nagawa!? Your own student!” Hashi shouted trying to get some sense into the kid. “ Your own sister. Look at her! Look what you did! Do you feel any remorse!? Do you!?”

Hashi sighed and let go of him. He stood turning somewhat to see the servants taking care of Madoka. “What are you waiting for? Get her out of here! She needs medical attention. Go!” Hashi ordered with some urgency. The girls beautiful face was mangled. Nagawa had seriously went to town. Hashi couldn't believe what was happening. He knew there had been tension in the family but Nagawa was a respected Jounin. He was Madoka's Sensai!

How could this happen? What was going on with this family? Hashi had already had his doubts about this position but this was it. He didn't want to be caught up in this any more. He didn't want to lose his life for this family or be responsible for any loss of life. He was simply not suited to this job at all.

Hashi had managed to loose his pipe in the excitement of the situation. He didn't want to take his eye of Nagawa though just in case so, for the moment, Hashi was nicotine deprived. Of course one is probably thinking how can Hashi be nicotine deprived already? When you smoke constantly and even take breaks in your sleep for smoking the moment it's gone you feel a great and inevitable tension. If the boy decided to continue his antics he would find Hashi much less forgiving and not just due to the nicotine either. Hashi's fiery spirit had risen almost from the grave. There was nothing that angered him more than unnecessary violence between Shinobi of the same village.

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[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 : 290 | Notes : Beware of spellings - Written on phone. ❚ Nagawa barely caught the man's words. He was too focused scowling at his ugly mug to listen. That same scrowl people he disliked were so familiar with. He was Kasumi's bodyguard - he'd familiarize himself with the Jounin's habits soon enough. He didn't say a word in response. Instead he got back on his feet as the man let go. ''Back off! This does not concern you!'' he snapped jabbing a finger at the man's chest. Honestly, didn't he had to be off guarding Kasumi or something. Not that she required the extra protection. Turning his attention to Madoka, a slow smile grew on his face as he examined his handy-work. Battered yet breathing. ''A friendly spar''he chuckled - back to being a smart-ass brat. A slight part of him was relieved to see her breathing. Not that he cared for her, rather it was probably his own hesitation to kill that came in the way. Knowing the girl's sober nature and servant's cowardice - this issue won't be getting out the house any time soon. Though the bodyguard might be a problem. No matter, he would get rid of the Yorino soon enough. But for now, he would have to be careful around the man.

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[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;] Madoka could only sit and watch as the bodyguard yelled at Nagawa, if she had wanted to say something it wasn’t a possibility as even the air she was trying to breath felt like it was stuck in her throat. The blood had quickly been washed from her face and the fire that had been started was put out leaving the room clouded with smoke. She wasn’t in to bad of shape most of it was due to the swelling from the slaps Nagawa had dished out earlier before throwing her across the room. Madoka’s eyes moved to watch the guard once more, Hashi or something she wasn’t completely sure of names at the moment. Her whole body jerked as he yelled at the servants to take her away, something she hadn’t suspected him to say, she had however managed to stay in the room long enough to hear that Nagawa was going to chalk the whole incident up to a friendly spar between the two of them. Her brother was going to boldly lie to this mans face about his intentions and that after all the man had seen refused to admit he had just tried to kill her? There had been nothing friendly or fair about what had just transpired between the two of them, Nagawa had blindsided her and he been intent on killing her with that last blow there was no doubt about it. Her legs were like jelly but she forced herself to stand, taking once last look at Nagawa she left with the servants to see the private doctor her mother kept around. made by prism of btn and ls~

[Yorino Hashi]

Hashi growled at the boy as he nonchalantly dusted himself off. When the man had the nerve to poke him as he made his pathetic excuses Hashi's face turned a colour of vivid, blazing red but he kept his anger in check for now at least. It wouldn't do to start an all out jounin-on-jounin battle in his Daimyo's own mansion.

“I am sure.” Hashi replied tersely. He knew what he had seen and trhat final attack had been no friendly spar type attack. “But I would think our Lady Daimyo might look at it differently. I saw that final technique, Nagawa, and no Genin could have avoided that in such a confined space nor isn such a battered condition. Kasumi is going to have your head for this when she finds out and I'm going to have to go tell her. If I were you I wouldn't be here when she finds out; I wouldn't even be in the village.” Hashi delivered the advice giving the boy some semblance of a chance. He didn't know what was going on here. He didn't know what had driven Nagawa to such lengths but the whole thing stank to high heaven.

Hashi followed as the servants carried Madoka out. He severely hoped she was alright. He had a feeling that baring the ill news of her daughters death was a messenger-punishable offence. He studied her face and body as they moved. The damage looked mostly superficial. Perhaps a concussion if she was unlucky.

When she had been delivered to the Daimyo's resident healer Hashi bid his farewell. He needed time to think... and to get a new pipe.

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Word Count: 284

[Kurenai]

Nagawa smirked seeing the man's reaction. He managed to piss him off rather easy. Then again, being a Yorino, it was probably being away from his pipe that further fueled him.

He rolled his eyes as the man began to asses his technique. He could have put up an arguement, saying that he knew the power of his technique, which he actually did - but clarifying with idiots wasn't his thing. Hashi was another one of Kasumi's dogs - faithful ones that would do anything for that certain reward.

Nagawa's eyes shot at the man as he began his threats. He resists throwing his fists at the man. How wronged he felt - having told to leave his own village. It was never Kasumi who people ever suspected. How naive the people were.''Open your mouth and I swear you're next'' he snapped. He was serious about getting rid of the man. Kasumi wasn't going to shed tears for this arse.

Having the man leave the room along with the servants, Nagawa left to his own room to take care of the heart burn. He had made the biggest move in years - attacking her daughter. Kasumi wasn't going to take it well. Whatever. What happened couldn't be changed now.

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