Territorial Dogs & Cats [PLOT]

[Hatake Sōra]

Today was but one word: Tiresome. Who knew attempting to live a free life would lead to bringing back beads of death and doubt, however, unmistakably weaker than his ANBU days, where killing innocents were not frowned upon. Dark days were dark for a reason, and so, to keep them dark and forgetful, shutting them to the far corners of his psyche he did; now he lives a free life full of individualistic choices, for example: When to rest.

After a long three days of continuous hunting for an Amegakure Shinobi, having that shinobi allude his grasps, then immediately finding another Amegakure Rogue and putting a Kunai between his eyes. Bloody, but the quickest possible way. Having the drag that body to the bounty station was really freaking irritating, so freaking heavy. Dead bodies. Always the heaviest things ever.

Now that entire event was behind him as he stepped within a nearby travelers Inn full of people of all kinds, criminals and military personnel alike, and it seemed as if this was a safe haven for those individuals dispute their conflict of interest. It was rather interesting, but the very thought of how many rogues spent their last night in a death trap like this was quite frightening, so he opted out for a position without a view and with a door away from the exits, despite what people may think of it being a strategic fail, this was actually a great method. There's only one entry point - the door, no outside windows, and so the environment is controlled. One point of entry, and with his Katon style, his capability of blasting a door open and escaping was always viable or simply combating the individuals one by one rather than together. If they dared test him.

For now, he was sitting in a stool ordering a drink, shifting glances across the bar for anyone interesting.

[Dialogue]: E32636
[Total Word Count]: [318\---]
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[Saburou Emi]

Baby you`re the right kind of wrong

Emi wasn`t exhausted but she needed some down time away from people. It was unknown that the nukenin had made her way into the village and of course she was careful enough to cover her tracks. She`d been wandering around for some time and her recent events had really taken a number onto the small women. The pink haired girl moved gracefully in between the groups of people keeping her head down low so that no one would notice her. Emi was the type of girl to want fun and drinks, she`d never been the type of girl to give up so easily. Msking her way up to the bar was a bit more complicated than she`d thought and her outfit was not helping her case any. She`d finally made her way up to the bar looking around at some of the people curious who she could talk to and get a drink out of it, who was dangers and who she found attractive enough to fill her needs. She noticed a male sitting a little futher down the bar his eyes scanning the room like he was looking for something or someone.

Emi wasn`t much for introducing herself you could never tell who was what anymore and from a personal choice she wanted to stay alive for as long as she could. She ordered a drink trying to ignore the male sitting down the bar but she was having difficulties knowing well that he was still there. When the person handed her a drink she looked the male over for a second before pursing her lips thinking the pros and cons about him and his appearance. He looked familiar but she had no real opinion on who he was or what he could do just that she`d seen him once or twice before. Emi was getting an over whelming urge to get closer for a full assessment, she wanted to see if he was willing enough to keep his attention.

"Is this seat taken? " she asked with a pink brow raised slightly. Her pink hair tied in lower pig tails and resting against her shoulders. If he told her yes it was then she`d assume he was taken but if he said no then she wanted to see how far she could get before be ran off. Charming as she could be not everyone could handle Emi. She much resembled beer and is a required taste. Her voice seemed to be slightly emotion less and her red eyes scanned the male for a moment before looking back towards the scattered people among the room.

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Speech: FF5280

Inventory:
Kunai - 10
Shuriken - 12
Explosive Tag - 10
Kamisori Sen

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[Hatake Sōra]

A sip of the drink he order seeped down his throat. It tasted like it should taste - like alcohol. Despite his previous duties, he wasn't one to forgo the small pleasantries that life had to offer, and oh boy was there many small pleasantries. One of which, and the most notable, are woman. Perhaps this was the wrong way to think about things, but woman were something he enjoyed, both in company and in pleasure, Senju Chie being one of the most notable for the former. Just the thought of her forced him to take another sip however larger than the previous one. It went down his throat, wetting his walls and giving him a good taste as it was on its way to the stomach - good.

"Is this seat taken?" His attention was immediately grabbed by the soft voice beside him. He turned, slowly, but he turned to view her appearance. Long pink hair. Petite Form. Dark red eyes. Young and beautiful face. Incredibly attractive and fit his tastes immediately, however her face was a bit familiar, but he didn't care, most of the criminals in this place had face that looked familiar. Perhaps she looked incredibly similar due to the drink, but he wasn't no light weight and there was no way two drinks would cause delusions to form.

He gestured towards the seat with his free hand, "By all means, take the seat." Taking another sip of his drink, he placed it gently on the table and slid it, "Another. This time, a triple." The bartender agreed with a nod and turned around. Soura couldn't help but take another glance at the girl simply to see where her gaze lay, "And one for the beautiful girl beside me." Well, if he might get drunk, might as well have a partner as well, right?

Tonight was just beginning.

[Dialogue]: E32636
[Total Word Count]: [630\---]
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[Saburou Emi]

Baby you`re the right kind of wrong

His voice was strong and defined and she seemed to be something of an attention grabber when he looked her over. She moved to sit next to him her pink hair still resting against her shoulders. She was curious to know more about the male, how he ticked what made him as noticeable as he was. As Emi sat down she crossed one leg over the other, her mid thigh exposing the pale skin that was covered by the hem of the skirt. She smiled softly at the bar tender and looked towards the white haired male who had just ordered her a drink. Typical move, she thought to herself. Now that she was closer the pink haired girl felt no closer to figuring out where she`d seen this male before and it was slightly agitating.

She kept one eye on the male, his fair skin made him unusal and perhaps that was why she`d pushed her attention on him rather than the usual rough and routy men that she found company with. She leaned forward her fingers tracing over the smooth wood of the counter in front of them, she was debating out how to work her magic without coming on to strong, one of her biggest problems. Emi wasn`t much for drinking but unlike some of the other women she seemed to be able to hold her liquor well and often drank a large amount of men under the table. Her dark red eyes turned to look over the male she smiled as the bar tender handed her a drink and brought it to her lips for a second downing some of the liquor. "Thank you for the drink, I`m Emi." she extended her free hand in his direction her eyes watching each movement he made.

One could never be to careful and with this male she wasn`t sure what to expect. Emi had been placed in some tough spots before and with each time she was forced to retort in some way shape or form. Of course there where many options on how to get out of certain predicaments. She was curious if anyone had to yet notice to two. A pink haired girl and a white haired man at a bar, yeah very inconspicuous. She took another sip of her drink and brought a slender hand up to her pink hair twisting a few strands around her pale fingers. "I am sorry if I interrupted you or your personal time. " she looked around at the bodys in the room. Not a soul in sight seemed to look appealing to her in the slightest.

Word Count: 442

Plot Word Count: 885/---

Speech: FF5280

Inventory:
Kunai - 10
Shuriken - 12
Explosive Tag - 10
Kamisori Sen

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[Hatake Sōra]

Intriguing. No matter how much he resisted, his eyes couldn't help but take a sudden glance at the lady of pink and turn back towards his drink as if a fear of being noticed. He hated psychological disturbances such as this, the common indication of an infatuation or crush, and inflicted with those with barely any confidence to carry themselves to the woman's hands. It was unusually, especially for him, but perhaps it was the drink that was inducing such raggedy symptoms. Not like he was going to stop. He downed the glass in one sip, laying it down with the hand gestural indication of "another." The bar tender understood and turned to grab the bottle that was nearing its end at the hand of this man and his newly arrived partner.

It looked nice. Not the bar, but the woman. She crossed her legs in such a fashion revealing a moment of temptation, he blinked and glanced away. She's trouble. He could already tell. Better keep his wits about him in the meantime.

"Thank you for the drink, I'm Emi." Emi, such a nice name. Easy to remember. Easy to pronounce. It wasn't exactly common, but he knew little girls who possessed the same name in his village. He culdn't help and smile by her voice, turning to the new drink that was poured into his old glass by the tender before him, the whooshing sound of the water gave him heightened clarity of the situation, "Sōra" He replied. He would've said his last name, if it wasn't for him possessing two surnames and still hadn't decided where he stood, with the Hatake's teaching that made him who he is, or the Uchiha Bloodline that is who he is.

"I am sorry if I interrupted you or your personal time." Such dishonest concern. Sōra could simply tell she didn't care, she wanted to be by him, and that's why she approached, however, it was courteous of her to apologize without taking up any of his time, as they didn't even start a real conversation yet. "No, you didn't." He replied, "If personal time was me with this glass of alcohol, then i wouldn't know where my life went." He said jokingly. "So, why is a beautiful lady like yourself doing in a place full of criminals?" Was she looking for someone? Perhaps she's a new ANBU from Konohagakure, perhaps. What he really wanted to know was, why did she approach him of all people?

[Dialogue]: E32636
[Total Word Count]: [1047\---]
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[Chakra Reserves]: 100%

[Saburou Emi]

Baby you`re the right kind of wrong

Emi quite enjoyed his voice it was nice to hear another intellectual being in the town. She had grown tiresome of the men around her cat calling her and taking in her "assets" as they liked to call them. She eyed him over once more feeling a sense of lust tingle through each nerve. She downed her drink in a quick gulp her eyes flashing with a hint of mischief more so than before. The pink haired girl was curious to get to "know" this male. She pursed her lips in a slight smirk, resting her elbow on the counter and a cheek in her hand. Like any rational women she found this man to be both appealing mentally and physcial. This hair was interesting and his eyes seemed to hold more than just his emotions, secrets almost.

She looked at him with a gentle smile and a pink brow raised slightly. "How do you know what I am thinking? ", she gave him an innocent look and looked around at the people around the area. "I suppose its only fitting for a criminal to be among her own people. Of course as validing as my reasoning was it will never mean anything." Emi knew all to well how corrupt a system could be and the men in charge. Of course women weren`t that much better but she knew the difference it could make. She`d been listening to the way he spoke, obviously not an anbu or a hunter ninja he was far to laid back in his drinks for that. No to mention to unintentional staring that she could feel from his direction. Emi didn`t care that he was eyeing her like a piece of candy, she actually liked the idea of someone watching her intently.

Emi chuckled softly and slide the glass towards the bar tender she wanted to see just how far she could push this kid before he broke. Emi ran a slender hand over her exposed skin and moving her dress up slightly still hiding her body enough that he could see anything to extreme. She watched his body`s reaction testing to see if her theory was too, "You know just because I`m not watching you doesn`t mean I don't feel your eyes burning into my body." she turned slightly in her chair legs still crossed and her skirt covering her lower half still. It does not take a genius to know whats going on in your mind. " Emi leaned a little closer smiling, maybe it was the alcohol talking but emi was seriously debating taking this man home if just for a night. She shrugged slightly and leaned back deciding to let him make the first move.

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Speech: FF5280

Inventory:
Kunai - 10
Shuriken - 12
Explosive Tag - 10
Kamisori Sen

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[Hatake Sōra]

She downed another glass, boy could she take'em. It was always a unique thing to see a woman capable of holding her liquor, most woman he'd met on his travels were lightweights, one and done, done in his bed, and that was unappealing to him in every possible way. Perhaps, once or twice, they'd attempt an illusion of being drunk, as if to have their conversation or meeting go to where they want - the bed - but he didn't like that either; easy women, that is. However, this one was different, she held a certain confidence and mystic about her that just seemed to make Sōra want more, perhaps both body and mind.

His glances started to unravel in its usual pattern, and now, his glances were more indirect, but still glances at her body nonetheless. "I suppose its only fitting for a criminal to be among her own people. Of course as validating as my reasoning was it will never mean anything." So she was a criminal, not like that was a stretch of a theory, she was here so its only obvious, and her trait of looking around ever so often to catch anyone suspicious was a somewhat dead giveaway. As if watching to see if anyone had recognized or tracking her, but he didn't have such habits, at least not yet.

"I guess you're right." She was, it wouldn't mean anything no matter how validating her reason for being here was, and to probe into such a fact was unnecessary, perhaps he simply wanted to know more about Emi, the pink beauty, that sat next to him. He grabbed his half-empty glass and chug the rest, hissing from the stingy of alcohol - good shit. He didn't ask for a refill, he just whittled with glass for now simply because he didn't want to get borderline drunk at this very moment.

"You know just because I`m not watching you doesn`t mean I don't feel your eyes burning into my body. It does not take a genius to know whats going on in your mind." She said.

He smiled from her words and slide the glass over to the tender, signaling yet another refill, "I guess i can say the same to you." His words smirked, "You've given me the look that tells me, you want the same i do." He'd caught those up and down eyes on his body, "Not to mention," He started pointing out, "You're revealing a little more than you should." Pointing to her thighs with the dress pulled up enough for it to be shorts but not enough for it to reveal anything amusing. It did entice Sōra beyond speculation, he liked it, and at this moment, he felt nothing more than to take her to his room and enjoy himself with more of her company.

"You know, there's a firework show about to launch in a few minutes for an outside festival," a light smile donned on his fair skinned face, "How about we leave this place and see it? I heard it's the best in the country." He wasn't originally going to venture to the fireworks and sleep the drink off, but it seems, that just maybe, this can get a little more exciting than he could've imagined.

[Dialogue]: E32636
[Total Word Count]: [1598\---]
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[Chakra Reserves]: 100%

[Saburou Emi]

Baby you`re the right kind of wrong

Emi knew that it wasn`t just the liquid in her body talking anymore she was both mentally and physical attracted to this white haired male. Emi was debating if she could trust this male long enough to get her initially thoughts proven. She wasn`t even nearly close to being drunk or tipsy hell for a while she lived off alcohol if he was wanting to bed her tonight he`d been more than just these few drinks in fact she`d need more some personal one on one time with her. Call her old fashion but emi didn`t just want one night stands and boy toys she wanted someone that wanted her back and if this kid thought for a minute she`d be his one night stand without a little effort well he was shit out of luck.

She was curious how on his motives, first the drinks and now and offer to a fireworks show. How gentlemen like, she couldn`t simply refuse his offer and continue on her life shes put far to much time into this little conversation. Emi surprisingly had never been asked to go out, she was far to busy with other things and she`d never even honestly done something so simple as fireworks. "Fireworks you say, wow Sora you really now how to wow a girl." she gave him a playful smile and stood up not bothering to look at the bar tender. I think it will do us both some good to get away from this place. Alright you have yourself a deal. Shall we? " She stood up making sure nothing showed as she straightened out her short dress.

Maybe Emi was playing a little to hard to get? She was curious to get into the mind of her male company but she didn`t want to push, no last name basis. Easier to slip away if something bad happened. She paused at the door and debating either to hold her hand out or wait from him get her closer. Since she talked to him first she decided to allow him the option of touching her or not. If he didn`t it was no big deal she`d put the moves on him later. "I am holding you to this promise of it being the best in the country, I hope you don`t disappoint me to much." she gave him a genuine laugh.

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Plot Word Count: 1,750/---

Speech: FF5280

Inventory:
Kunai - 10
Shuriken - 12
Explosive Tag - 10
Kamisori Sen

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[Hatake Sōra]

That particular feminine confidence was beyond refreshing, delightful perhaps. Her playfulness and wittiness was amusing. There was so much about her that drew Sōra near, including her petite body and beautiful features. Perhaps it was the drink that disorientated his sense of vision, cause well, it has been said that alcohol causes your ability to distinguish your favorable traits and over amplify non-favorable traits. Perhaps, just perhaps, her looks was his own imagination. Unlikely, but never take anything out of an equation, no matter how unlikely, unless impossible.

Whatever the case, he was digging her for everything she was. "Fireworks you say, wow Sora you really now how to wow a girl." He returned her playful smile with a delightful smile of his own, "I try." He stood in response to her standing, looking through his pocket for some cash, and placed it on the table, sliding it with a little fuzziness, and turned to Emi. "We shall."

He begun walking towards the exit, with Emi by his side, it never felt so good to have such a beautiful woman by his side, albeit being by a beautiful woman most of the time - Senju Chie - it still was better due to the obvious sexual tension between the two. As they walked out the door, her words made Sōra think, he also hoped it lived up to the rumors, if not, someone might just have to pay, maybe.

"I'm sure i won't, but for the show, it might blow your mind beyond your expectations." Well, perhaps it'll pay off.

The trek from the top of a peak where gathered individuals were was short lived, it happened too quick and too easy that getting in decent conversation was little to impossible; however, it did not matter, they were now going to see the sparkling fireworks fly, and so they did. The colors and different objects they showed, spectacular.

[Dialogue]: E32636
[Total Word Count]: [1918\---]
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[Chakra Reserves]: 100%

[Saburou Emi]

Baby you`re the right kind of wrong

Emi could feel the alcohol running through her blood stream it was more than what she had thought she`d taken. She didn`t sway or falter in fact she kept her head high and her body under control. Each step held grace and confidence and she walked with a slight sway in each hip of course it was a bit show offish but she was enjoying the rush of liquor in her blood stream. Her red eyes seemed to examine the world around her, taking in each site and the way it looked while she was slightly buzzed. Emi turned slightly to face him as they walked her white skirt material flowing in the wind slightly. Emi was excited to be out and about without a true worry in her mind. Like any good women she wanted to be closer to him, feel his body heat against her skin, his hands on her back and even feel his eyes on her once more. Emi made her way gracefully back to the male taking his hand without giving him time to protest, besides if anyone thought them to be rouge it would be harder now that the two where going to blend into the crowd.

If they made it that far over the course of time. Emi giggled slightly allowing the buzz to take full control of her body, she was enjoying herself for once in a long time and it was indeed nice to have another soul to do it with.Quickly she raised his hand up and spun herself under his arm. After a second later she spun herself backwards so that their hands where back to the normal position. She gave him a soft smile and moved closer to him so that any distance or gaps between them was closed. A soft flush covered her fair skin, was it really the liquor talking or was she for once attracted to someone? Emi`s pale lips leaned in whispering a soft tone that held a hint of lust behind it, "You know fireworks can be fascinating, they seem to have a certain appeal to them. " She chuckled softly and ran her hand over the smooth fabric of his shirt.

"Maybe after the fireworks show we could go sober up together." she was being honest she did want to sober up later that night but for the mean time she`d use anything she needed in order to keep him interested in her and if he took it the other way she`d deal with that later. Still having the happy feeling running through her Emi leaned in and pressed her lips to the side of his cheek for a second then pulled her face back fare enough to look at him but close enough to allow him to pull away. She wanted to give him space to make the first move but Emi was rather impatient when it came to men and her wants. In a way she was selfish but she never truly cared. She could hear the sounds of people laughing in the background but she tried to down it out, focusing her attention on the male in front of her.

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Plot Word Count: 2,285/---

Speech: FF5280

Inventory:
Kunai - 10
Shuriken - 12
Explosive Tag - 10
Kamisori Sen

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[Hatake Sōra]

The outside tasted moist with a hint of alcohol, but perhaps that simply his mouth. Perhaps it was. He was slightly buzzed so it could've been his own imagination. Did he drink too much? He was sure to regulate the amount of drinks he consumed, didn't he? Ah it didn't matter, he was still focused enough to be conscious of all his individual actions and feelings, especially the most predominate one - lust. The soft giggles of Emi beside him sparked memories of passion and predictions of the same, and it wouldn't stop. Her pheromones that released into the air was prevalent, forcing his own to release, and in turn, release his sexual desire.

He didn't think it would be long before he grabbed her in his usual forceful manner and take her where she stood, even if that meant in front of everyone, he wasn't scared, hell, there was a sort of ritualistic things about these festivals. Not long ago, one would mate in-front of a crowd proclaiming their love for each other and the mutual agreement of marriage, albeit the latter was more optional than mandatory as culture grew. With that in mind, doing this would be an act of love, wouldn't it? Albeit provoked by nothing but primal lust, but in a form, love.

He could feel her body warmth leaning closer against his and her smell of her body engulfed his nose like a raging sand storm. "You know fireworks can be fascinating, they seem to have a certain appeal to them." They did. Fireworks on their own had a fascinating history that relates to festivals, same as the ritualistic way of proclaiming someone's love for another. He couldn't help but agree with her in the end. They had a certain appeal that would make you forget about everything but the most happiest and greatest memories of your life. It was majestic.

His member would not back down as it grew inside his trousers as she spoke words, "Maybe after the fireworks show we could go sober up together." He got the entirety of what she suggested. He agreed, albeit not verbally but with action. His soft lips touched hers with sudden swiftness, His lips moving in the most graceful attempts at stimulating hers. His hands felt the back of her body down to her buttocks in the most gentlest yet hardest way possible, a contradiction that could only be created out of pure lust.

The fireworks exploded in the sky. Boom. Bow. Different shapes and colors, but he didn't care, he was focused on what was in-front of him, while everyone else eyes were on the fireworks, he had his lips on the most beautiful girl in the vicinity in his arms and locked. The taste of her strawberry lips were pure delicacy covered in honey. He couldn't stop even if he wanted.

His arms continued to caress her backside, relentlessly, nothing was safe, his member pressed against his trousers and her thigh & stomach, and his lips broke free from those delectable lips. "Those were some nice fireworks," he said referring to what had really occurred, "Perhaps we should sober up...right here...right now."

[Dialogue]: E32636
[Total Word Count]: [2448\---]
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[Saburou Emi]

Baby you`re the right kind of wrong

She could feel him pressed against her in more ways than one. Emi felt the warmth of his lips pressed against her own. She closed her eyes instictive, and allowed the kiss to continue. A soft flush that had to have been only a shade or two lighter than her hair color seemed to cover her fair skin. Feeling flustered and warm on the inside she leaned in closer to him leaving no distance between their two bodies. His hands moved down her back and to her butt giving it a squeeze she paused for a minute debating if she wanted to slap him or not. After a few seconds of continuing the kiss she seemed careless about his hands and more on his body reacting to her own. No doubt in her mind that this man could keep her happy in both physical and mental ways. She paused as he broke the kiss and opened her eyes to look at him curiously.

As he spoke about fireworks she smiled brightly her eyes looking into his for a moment. "The best in the village, as promised." Emi was taken back by his words, the idea of them sobering up right here and now with eyes glued to them like the olden days seemed to make her body become turned on even more than it already was. Emi leaned in closer her lips softly speaking next to his ear, her voice held a hint of lust behind it. "I like that plan, a lot " She leaned back and looked him over once more taking in the new "assets" that showed up. She brought a slender hand to her pink pony tail and twisted the hair around her fingers. She smiled sweetly at him wandering if she`d get to keep him around after all was said and done.

Emi unlike some other girls didn`t have to get undressed if she didn`t want to. There was nothing truly covering her body besides the dress that was easily accessible to the male. Emi had made sure to make that noticeable during the bar encounter there was something that seemed to make her want to break every rule she`d created for herself. Emi was not one to do things that weren`t in her normal traits. She was worried about letting this male in, she was never one to trust another and yet here she was kissing and planning on giving herself to a man she`d just met. Emi moved closer to him once more wrapping both arms around his neck. Her eyes examining him more thoroughly.

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Plot Word Count: 2,695---

Speech: FF5280

Inventory:
Kunai - 10
Shuriken - 12
Explosive Tag - 10
Kamisori Sen

Techs Used:
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