the Grass Puppet [PLOT]

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR He had requested leave from the village some time after the incident with the sunflower queen. Something during his confrontation with her just happened to bring something to light for the mortician and he just needed time away from it all. Away from the dusty dunes. Away from the laughter of children. Away from all of the heat of day and the icy chill of night. He had, instead, decided he would at long last follow that strange sensation that seemed to pull at his very being. The pull had brought him across the vast desert of solitude and even through the lands which were once known for housing the hidden village of rain. It had not even been a full day since he had crossed the next border, however, and entered into the lands that were known as Mori no Kuni. However, he was not making much progress towards his destination. The thick forests of these lands were beginning to bewilder the man whom was used to seeing nothing but dusty dunes and clarity for miles upon miles. So he quickly figured he would likely need the assistance of another to reach his destination. Perhaps, even, one of the locals. So that was what brought him here to Kusagakure no Sato. Well that and the fact that he stumbled upon the village by complete accident. His golden emerald eyes beheld the gate for quite some time as he rested a pale hand on the trunk of a leviathan tree. His cloak had long since been abandoned when he no longer required it to ward off the harsh weather of the desert and now his ivory tresses were allowed to do as they wish. Some rested on his back, however much of it fell over his lanky shoulders. Bits and pieces of it were even braided together, likely from a bit of the mortician's boredom. A wide smile soon crept across the man's face. He had this sneaking suspicion, he was being watched, and just the thought seemed to fascinate him, "You know, it's rude to stare at others." He spoke to no one in particular. Tags: Kasumi Words: 356 Notes: 356 / 2500 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

[Kano Rika]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] she's like a serial killer holding onto grace Kasumi had managed to escape another dreadfully dreary day in the office - not by completing all of her paperwork, no, that would never happen. She had given a huge stack of it to her poor jonin hanchou. The disappointed look on the cat man's face had nearly convinced her to take it back - he was just too cute for his own good - but then she'd thought of the rum and the newest volume of her favorite manga series, and suddenly, she hadn't felt so bad about it. He would probably get it done faster than she would anyway, if only because she was... easily distracted. As she always did when trying to escape prying eyes, Kasumi retreated not to her house, but to the forest outside the village, where she happily perched in a tree and began to read. Occasionally, she would sip at her precious rum - but only little sips, and only every once in a while. It wouldn't do to get a little more than tipsy and fall out of the tree or some other horribly embarrassing thing. Ah, so this volume was returning to the story of Sadao and Misao. The woman nearly squealed with delight. Out of the three couples in the manga, they were her favorites. Sadao was the son of the richest family in the city, and he was kind of a spoiled brat, and pretty mean. Misao's hand in marriage had been promised to his family practically since she was born. The only problem with this was that Misao hated Sadao and thought he was stuck up and wouldn't treat her right. He didn't, of course. And every time he pissed her off or vice versa, they had really kinky angry sex. That was her favorite part, of course. She had been in the middle of a scene where Sadao was punishing his bride for being naughty when she noticed the appearance of an ivory-haired man out of the corner of her eye. Now, that wasn't that strange of an occurrence in and of itself, but the funny thing was that she didn't recognize him. So he definitely didn't belong to Kusa, and she wasn't aware of any business a foreigner would have around here at this time. Hm. Well, so long as he didn't cause any trouble, she supposed she didn't mind his presence. After he spoke, Kasumi grinned, and hopped down from her tree. "Forgive me. I didn't mean to stare. I was just wondering what such an interesting looking man was doing out here in the middle of nowhere." it's just her mild dysfunction and her pretty face WORDS: 444 TAGS: Nazo NOTES: - - - CREDIT: akemi of btn

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR "Oh my, I was not aware that Kusagakure had such... interesting characters." He turned around about half way to see her, and per usual, his ivory bangs obscured his golden emerald orbs from the sight of prying eyes. He leaned his back against the tree has he folded his arms across his chest while his orbs drank in the appearance of the rather stunning woman before him. "What am I doing here? Well I seem to have gotten lost in my travels, to be rather blunt." He then snickered at his own failure, "Ah well, you know what they say, correct? When you're lost, the journey to finding you path again can be a most interesting one." He paused for several moments, "Well the phrase is something like that, hehe." Given her rather stunning, yet surprisingly revealing appearance, Nazo decided to try something with this woman. He pushed himself off of the tree and approached her before reaching out and placing a forefinger and thumb, or rather attempting to, on her chin. At this close proximity she would likely be able to see his stunningly beautiful golden emerald orbs. "So I wonder, can you help guide me to the path I seek? Or will you just make my journey there more interesting?" His smile never once faded as he spoke and he couldn't help but find himself snickering every so often, as he usually did when he met new people. It was an odd habit really. "Ah~ How rude of myself," he pulled away from her stepping back a few feet before sweeping an arm before himself in a sort of faux bow, "I am Ren Homma, and yourself?" He soon let his hand fall back down to his side before his constant need to move his arms forced him to once again fold them across his chest to keep them still. He would cock his head to the side slightly as he would listen to her reply, and by the time she would finish he would ask her one other question, "Miss, why is it that your dress so provocatively? Are you trying to attract the wrong sort?" Tags: Kasumi Words: 359 Notes: 715 / 2500 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

[Kano Rika]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] she's like a serial killer holding onto grace "Trust me, you've met the most interesting of the lot already." That wasn't to say that everyone else in her village was boring. It was just that none of them were quite as interesting as she. Well, she supposed Haru was rather interesting, what with looking a little bit like an anthropomorphic cat, and having some odd mannerisms, such as speaking in third person. But he was the only other one that really stood out, ehe. So his excuse was that he'd gotten lost and stumbled across her village, eh? Well, she hadn't heard that one before, and she didn't have any reason to suspect that it wasn't true, so for the moment, she had to believe him. If he was being honest, he had certainly managed to find the most interesting path. Kasumi couldn't say that she could help him find his destination, but she would certainly provide a distraction from his journey for a while, if he was up for it. Ah, so she had found a bold one. He was quick to approach, obviously because of her rather provocative clothing and attitude. The woman didn't stop him from touching her; actually, she was hoping he would dare to move those fingers a bit lower down her body. "Hm, I'm not much of a guide... But I can certainly liven up your trip." she answered, her grin turning into more of a seductive smirk than anything else. Ren Homma. That wasn't a name she was at all familiar with. Where exactly had he come from? Ah, but that was a question that could wait. "Genda Kasumi." She wouldn't be surprised if her name rang a bell to the man - she was the village hanchou, and one of the most powerful shinobi in the world, able to stand on even ground with the five Kage. "Well, I've found that the wrong sort tend to be much more entertaining..." it's just her mild dysfunction and her pretty face WORDS: 331 TAGS: Nazo NOTES: 775/2500 CREDIT: akemi of btn

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR She could liven up his trip could she? Well then perhaps he might take a larger detour than he originally though, after all, she certainly was an interesting one, and perhaps, just perhaps, he could have a bit of fun. But.... Genda Kasumi, where had he heard that voice before? Where oh where? AHA! So this was Kusagakure's Daimyo? A rather attractive woman capable of standing on equal ground with the five Kage? Impressive. Interesting. Oh how he wanted to tear her apart already, and in more than one sense of the word. "Oh I bet you could indeed, but you seem to not recognize me. Odd. I'm usually quite well known across the lands." He snickered to himself, "Then again... My birth name has been lost with the times I suppose." He approached her again, this time reaching out to stroke her cheek ever so gently as he leaned forward to whisper into her ear, "Have you heard of, Shinigami no Sabaku?" As he spoke he allowed his hand not on her chin to do a small bit of exploring. It tenderly graced the frame of her body starting up near the shoulder where it slowly traced her curves downwards. His thumb brushed over her bosom as his hand slowly lowered and lowered. Eventually he seemed to waltz around to her back side before wrapping an arm around her and whisking her away, to the other side of the leviathan tree, to be out of view of the gate. "Well I can certainly be an interesting sort of person," he let his right hand slip under her rather small dress and gently trace up the left side of her abdomen as he held her chin with his other hand, if only tenderly. "I know you're the Daimyo, miss, but... would you permit me to... heh... entertain you for a bit?" He couldn't resist, and he knew that likely she broke down the barriers of many men of this world, but he didn't care either. He wanted to have some fun, since he was here, far away from Sunagakure, where no one he knew personally could touch him. "What do you say," he whispered into her ear before gently biting the edge of the helix. Tags: Kasumi Words: 375 Notes: 1090 / 2500 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

[Kano Rika]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] she's like a serial killer holding onto grace He said he was quite well-known, but his name wasn't ringing a bell at all. Nor did he really look all that familiar. But then again, she didn't tend to keep track of famous shinobi aside from the Kage, unless they intended to harm her village. "The Death God of the Desert. Now that's a moniker I've heard." He had quite the reputation, this man did, and not a bit of it was good. Things had just gotten even more interesting. A fearsome shinobi from Sunagakure had wandered through Mori no Kuni and ended up outside the gates to her village, claiming coincidence. A strange occurrence indeed. Now, she didn't believe he would be strong enough to kill her, nor his Kage foolish enough to waste a valuable resource trying, so... There was nothing wrong with having a little fun with the mortician, now was there? She hummed appreciatively as his free hand meandered down her body, brushing ever so briefly against her bosom, before he carefully moved them to the other side of the tree so as to avoid the gate guards getting a good look at them. Heh. Well, it wouldn't have been the first time... Those gate guards had seen quite a few interesting happenings over the years. In fact, at times, they had been a part of said interesting happenings. And they never spoke a word of it, like good little boys. If they had, she would have been forced to acquire a couple of new gate guards, ehe. It had been quite a while since she'd done someone from Sunagakure - and yes, she did keep track. The last time had been several years ago when she'd gone to the desert village for a diplomatic meeting. Kasumi had learned one thing from that visit... If you do someone in the desert, you're going to end up with sand in all your nooks and crannies. That hadn't been all that fun to deal with. Oh, she had no doubts that he would prove to be quite interesting indeed. "Mm. Of course, dear Shinigami. Far be it from a mortal to deny a god." it's just her mild dysfunction and her pretty face WORDS: 367 TAGS: Nazo NOTES: 1142/2500 CREDIT: akemi of btn

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR He released her ear from his maw, "Yes, I supposed it would be now would it not?" Letting his hand trail farther up her stomach he could already feel the lower most section of her wonderful bosom. "I wouldn't suppose," his whispered into her ear, "You would deny me anything... would you?" He leaned a bit farther forward over her shoulder and before she would have chance to react, drew his tongue across her cheek from the lower jaw line up to eye height. "heh, not that I'd ask for anything really." He brushed his lengthy black nails across her wonderful mounds for a moment, "Then again," he paused in his actions, "I wouldn't suppose it would be good if I were to be seen with... hehe... a Daimyo." Just as suddenly as he hard begun flirting with her, he released her from his grasp pulling away by several feet before folding his arms across his chest. "No, no, that will simply not do. I don't want work returning to Sunagakure, I have too much invested there." He sighed, so his nerves were getting to him after all. However, he believed he would feel a bit more relaxed if they were just a bit more... secluded. "But I cannot simply depart," his eyes laid upon the gorgeous Daimyo once more as he placed a long spindly finger on his cheek and chin area in thought, "I promised you some entertainment after all. Khehe, and I'm not one to go back on my word." He took a step forward once more brushing his left arm forward while his right rested on his chest, "Would I be correct in assuming you have somewhere more... secluded we could retreat to miss?" Why hadn't he addressed her by her name yet even though he knew it? He simply didn't feel like it. He felt almost like addressing each other by name would ruin their mood. Ruin his fun. He couldn't have that now could he? Tags: Kasumi Words: 331 Notes: 1421 / 2500 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

[Kano Rika]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] she's like a serial killer holding onto grace Kasumi considered that for a moment, shaking her head slightly. "I don't suppose I would." she murmured. If he desired to play at being god, she would most certainly play along. So long as it got her what she wanted, she would do just about anything. And what she wanted - well, it was simple, and it was easy to discern, and she had no doubt at all that he was willing to give it to her. The woman leaned back into him as his nails trailed over her sensitive bosom for a mere moment, and then he pushed her away. Said it wouldn't be good for him to be seen with her. Losing his nerve, was he? Kasumi turned on her pout and looking at him with pleading eyes. She wasn't going to let him just walk away after teasing her like that. "What, is a village hanchou not fitting company for one such as you?" She let a little disappointment leak into her tone. All he needed was a little more enticement, and he would be hers, she was sure of it. And if he continued to deny her advances, well... She would find a solution to that little problem. Kasumi awaited his decision eagerly, although she had an inkling of what it would be. Good, so he did have some sense about him. Or, barring that, some sexual frustration he had a desperate need of working out. Or perhaps he had both. "You would be correct indeed, Shinigami-kun~ Let me take you there." Kasumi gestured for him to follow her. They would head in the village gates - the guards turning a blind eye to the fact that their hanchou was letting a strange man into their village for what seemed like the millionth time - and down the side street where her cottage, her little home away from home, was located. "Forgive me for the mess, Shinigami-kun." Kasumi pushed open the door and led him inside, into the large front room she had converted into a bedroom. And while it wasn't messy, exactly, there were quite a few items laying around that one did not tend to display in front of company. it's just her mild dysfunction and her pretty face WORDS: 369 TAGS: Nazo NOTES: 1511/2500 CREDIT: akemi of btn

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR That infamous smile of his reformed on his face when she indeed confirmed his suspicions. She had a more secluded place for them to retreat to, perfect. He could have his fun after all, wonderful. So when she trailed off to lead him away, he never skipped a beat to follow her. Even when they passed the gate guards, he didn't pay them any mind, but simply brushed his ivory tresses back over his shoulders so as to let them rest on his back. It would take the two mere moments to arrive at her humble little home, or perhaps it was more of something else for her. Yes, someone of her status wouldn't just lead a random man right to their abode, it had to be something more... secure for her. Somewhere where family would not intrude. Yes, this was definitely that sort of place. "Forgive me for the mess, Shinigami-kun." He snickered to himself, "No need to apologize miss. Messes I am quite accustomed to." Now was his moment as they entered into the front room turned bed room. He locked the front door behind himself before turning around on the ball of his foot, his hair flying around him like a a table cloth just pulled away from beneath all of the dishes, and quickly bridging the gap between them and wrapping his arms around the Daimyo. "I hope you don't mind if I draw a bit a blood. You see, I can't entirely control myself too well," his right hand was already massaging her soft flesh again as his left wrapped itself around her slightly pointed chin, "Don't worry though, I can heal any damage I might do. Wouldn't want your beautiful body to become unattractive, now would we?" Then, it slipped out again, this time slithering upwards from her collar bone to her chin, he lapped up her flavor. It was so succulent even with a hint of rum. "Heh, you're so... sweet." Tags: Kasumi Words: 328 Notes: 1749 / 2500 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

[Kano Rika]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] she's like a serial killer holding onto grace For a moment, she wondered how he would react to seeing the inside of her little love shack, as it had been dubbed. Most men, and women, didn't quite know what to say. Those with little experience tended to blush and stutter and act completely flustered upon examining what was laid out on the bed and atop the chest of drawers, and it was even more amusing once they took a look inside the latter. Even those with experience, and with kinks similar to her own, were a little shocked, a little surprised - probably just because the ever lustful daimyo had converted the comfortable cottage into something far less innocent. There was a reason she never let her children come here, after all. In any other situation, were he a little less aggressive and she a little less eager, Kasumi would have offered him a drink. But at the moment she had far more pressing matters on her mind than liquor. She was a little amused to see him pause to lock the door, a small thing hardly anyone did, not even the woman herself. In fact, she had had her fair share of people walking in while she was indecent, wondering just what the hanchou was up to. All of those encounters had certainly been interesting. There was something wonderfully enticing about being caught doing something naughty, ehe. He expected to draw blood, did he? Ooh, this was going to be even better than she had anticipated. "Oh, blood's not a problem, not at all, Shinigami-kun." So long as he was able to fix whatever damage he caused - as he had assured her he could - he could make her bleed as much as he'd like. It would ruin the sheets, but that certainly wasn't the end of the world. Black silk sheets of that thread count weren't at all difficult to find. Kasumi shivered as his tongue trailed from her collarbone up to her chin. "So show me, Shinigami-kun, what a death god does for fun." it's just her mild dysfunction and her pretty face WORDS: 344 TAGS: Nazo NOTES: 1855/2500 CREDIT: akemi of btn

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR "So show me, Shinigami-kun, what a death god does for fun." A smile spread across the mortician's face as he brought his lips close to her ear before whispering, "Oh I will, just don't regret asking." It was then, as those words were uttered, that he took the liberty of making the first incision into her flesh. About a little over an hour would pass before long, and by the time it finally did, both the desert reaper and the grass daimyo were in the buff. He was drenched in sweat from the intensity of the activity that he had just committed against the bloodied daimyo. He licked his lips, still able to taste the rich iron and sweet rum flavor of her blood. Before long a cackled escaped from his lips, "It's a shame... that we have to break it off..." With those words he retreated from her, pushing himself away from the dirtied mattress of the bed. He had already mended the tears he had put in her, however, he couldn't help but feel the want to tear her open again. Ah well. He stumbled backwards several good feet before his back hit the wall and he slid down to the floor. He was hissing and cackling. This day had definitely been an interesting day. Just like she had promised him. "Well Miss, were you entertained?" It wasn't like he didn't already know the answer, after all he had caused her to cry out rather loudly. Still he wanted to hear it now, as a verbal response. Did he waste her time valiantly, or just plain waste it in general? While he awaited a response from her, he reached across the floor with his foot intending to drag the lower half of his garments back in order to perhaps redress himself. However as he did so, he found his thoughts wandering, back to his first time about seventeen years ago. He had been intoxicated then. Same as his partner, but, unlike her, he had retained memory of the event. He even knew, when she gave birth several months later, that the child was his. Which made him think, would this one become a bearer of his spawn as well? Khehe, how fun. Tags: Kasumi Words: 374 Notes: 2124 / 2500 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

[Kano Rika]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] she's like a serial killer holding onto grace One hour spirited away in her cozy little cottage. One hour that included some of the best sex she had had in a long while. The Shinigami was certainly a man of many, many talents. "Quite a shame indeed." she murmured in confirmation, lounging on the one section of the bed that had escaped the worst of the disaster they had put the sheets through, ehe. Her honey brown gaze was trained on him, as if utterly fixated, watching his every move. It really was such a shame that he couldn't stay longer. Oh, the dastardly deeds they could have gotten up to, if only he could have stayed just a while longer. "Oh, yes, my dear Shinigami-kun. A death god's entertainment is the best of all." How could he ever doubt that he had given her a wonderful time? Not everyone could elicit such reactions from the ever lustful hanchou, after all. Kasumi would definitely bed the mortician again, given the chance. Oh, she was in his thrall - which, logically speaking, probably wasn't a good thing, but she didn't give a good goddamn. "Are you sure you have to go, Shinigami-kun~?" she murmured, stretching. Kasumi wasn't even going to bother to get dressed unless he wished for her to escort him to the village gates. He had repaired the damage he had done to her body, but she still wasn't exactly clean or presentable, and she didn't have the energy to correct that at the moment either. "Hm. Perhaps I'll come visit you sometime." She could think of a dozen good reasons to go to Sunagakure, and not all of them were the ivory-haired shinobi that was cackling on the bedroom floor. She didn't even spare a moment to think about the possible consequences of their lovemaking, so caught up in the afterglow. it's just her mild dysfunction and her pretty face WORDS: 316 TAGS: Nazo NOTES: 2171/2500 CREDIT: akemi of btn

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR He had taken the liberty of dressing the lower half of his body in under garments and trousers by the time she had finally given him his reply. By the time she had arisen from the filthy mattress to stretch, so had he, and stretch he did as he raised his arms toward the ceiling. The peculiar way in which he stretched caused the various muscles through out his chest, back, and even upper arms to each ripple in their own little way making the scars that marred his pale skin seem to ripple and dance, if only for a few moments. When he at last lowered his arms, though, he brought one hand to the bangs that still covered his eyes and pulled them back between his spindly fingers. When at last he pulled his hand away, his bangs fell in such a manner that they perfectly framed his golden emerald orbs instead of obscuring them. Those orbs, in turn, rested upon the bloodied Daimyo. Heavy footsteps rang out through the room as he made his way, barefooted, over to her. When he at last met up with her, he wrapped his arms around her body from behind and gave her a playful lick to her cheek. "I think I would enjoy that. Perhaps I could introduce you to my collection as well, its a rather nice collection y'know. Filled with the creepy and crawly things, hehe." He licked her cheek again, this time dragging his tongue lightly across his skin closer and closer to her lips before he asserted himself upon her, dragging her into a lusty kiss the intertwined their tongues. Several moments would pass like this before he pulled away from their oral embrace, "Sadly, yes, I must be departing soon. I can feel something calling me, and the path I have to take, is now clear, or rather, clearer than before." He stole another kiss from her before pulling away completely and going to retrieve his mesh armor and shirt. "Thank you for showing me a good time... Sumi-chan." He snickered at the end as he bestowed upon her a sort of pet name. "I do look forward to our next meeting." Tags: Kasumi Words: 367 Notes: 2491 / 2500 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN