Misery and a Half [Plot]

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] and i decided i was never coming down i try to laugh about it now but isn't it funny how everything works out i guess the joke's on me, she said Iku had been content with Fuku's nonverbal apology; she didn't blame him for acting how he had, anyway. It was as much - if not more so - her fault than his to begin with. Yet she didn't say anything to him about it - just let the subject drop, didn't protest him leaving to do paperwork or whatever he was actually going to do, and sprawled out on his couch. The nosy part of the chunin wanted to explore the apartment and see if there was anything worth digging up - like kinky sex stuff or Fuku's baby pictures or something - but the somewhat more rational part of her said it would be stupid to go snooping through Fuku's stuff. She had already managed to goad him into nearly killing her, and that wasn't anything she wanted to experience ever again. She would, however, raid his fridge. When she actually mustered up the energy to drag herself off the couch and into the kitchen, anyway... After a few minutes of rummaging around she came up with some bottled water and about half of the contents of the fruit bowl sitting on the counter. She hoped he didn't have a craving for peaches later, because there wouldn't be any left. Iku made her way through the fruit at record speeds; almost dying made you pretty damn hungry. Who would have thunk it? Eventually, she made her way upstairs, back into the bedroom. Hey, he had said she could find some clothes... even if she would feel weird with any of Kyoko's clothes on. It was strange to think that the woman whose clothes she would be wearing had been brought back to the village dead just a few hours ago. But really, an old t-shirt and her torn skirt, well, that just wasn't a very good outfit. By the time that Fuku arrived back at the apartment, Iku had gone through just about all of his wife's clothing and, having chosen a nice little dress that she didn't think she'd ever seen the woman wear, had sat back down on the bed and promptly fallen back asleep. Her quest for fashion had worn her out again - not like she'd had any energy to begin with. So, if Fuku came looking for her, he would find her curled up on his side of the bed, completely out of it. words: 410 | tags: fuku | notes: 410/5000 | credit: akemi of btn

[Hayate Fuku]

Fuku's positioning hadn't really changed all too much, still hunched in the balcony of his apartment staring down the landscape as if locked in some sort of challenge. Deep in his own thoughts and the feeling of smoke destroying his lungs were the key thing to note. Hacking slightly as he took a drag too deep to his young lungs- this was his what... fifteenth one? Not in this one day, though. It did really take the edge off, though. Flicking the last of his cigarette over the balcony, watching it fall down to the floor and breathing out his last grey bit of smoke, dissipating into the air; he made his way inside.

Noting that he had some work to do, and some chores to do for the girl had ate some of his food; not a problem. Those items were quickly dispensed into a bin. Fuku took this opportune moment to fit himself into something more... fitting. No Jonin flak jacket, just down to pure socks, trousers and long sleeved shirt. Fumbling around the place, Fuku trudged over into the kitchen, grumbling for something. With a small 'ahh' he picked up a pair of glasses.

Yes, he owned a pair of glasses.

Fuku didn't see Iku, so he checked the one place left; upstairs. Looking over the railing of the steps, he saw her sleeping on his side of the bed. Well, all of it was his side now. But that was a sore subject now and it would continue to be for many people for a long while. Seeing the girl was at peace, Fuku left her at it, but not before placing a blanket over her. Fuku silently made his way into the main living area, and sat himself down on the middle of the couch, and then began to open up the contents of his folder, spreading it's contents around the table in front of him. All relevant information to one side, pictures to another; but then a subset of files regarding location, importance and all other manner of things.

It's way too quiet down here.

Spotting his radio out the corner of his eye, he quickly got up and flicked it on, and turning it down so it wouldn't awake Iku. With a little bit of music in the background, he had to write up a synopsis, marking out certain things; both on the pictures and how the job was going to be done. He had to note out Kyoko's mannerisms, just as his own and also the collaboration between the two- but it was mainly the debrief that concerned him. Making sure the details were right, including that of his wife's death. He sighed, and dug further into the mission folder, the mandatory photos of his wife that he had to take. He also lamented in the fact that he actually had to note that the position was moved due to Fuku, and that her necklace was absent, and all the other things that Fuku would have to go through to keep the necklace. All of this time he kept his hand wrapped around the necklace, whilst he wrote.

He got rid of the photos first; not wanting to view the horror again, of her black charcoaled body. With most of that away, he noticed that it was beginning to get dark and there was no food around; so Fuku would have to put something together. That was no real problem. Taking a break from the mess over his table next to the couch and made his way into the kitchen; not bothering to remove his glasses. He was going to put something together and it wasn't long before the smell of Domburi, Sashimi and soup would fill up the house, the hot air rising to Iku's level; where Fuku was busy away preparing food in the kitchen.

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[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] and i decided i was never coming down i try to laugh about it now but isn't it funny how everything works out i guess the joke's on me, she said For one whose nights were plagued by phantasms of the darkest sort, a dreamless sleep constituted a black abyss of bliss. Such sleeps did not occur often, and indeed they never lasted. So getting a couple hours of deep, dreamless sleep was the best way Iku could have spent her time in Fuku's apartment. She was so soundly asleep that she didn't even stir when Fuku came to check on her and laid the blanket over her. Over time she had sort of stretched out until she was splayed across most of the bed, her face almost completely buried in the pillow. And yes, the chunin was snoring - not all too loudly, though - and probably drooling on the pillow, too. At least, the wet spot on the pillow when she finally awoke seemed to indicate something of the sort had gone on. Iku woke up slowly; she would open her eyes and stretch, and then - usually due to the realization that it was early in the morning, though this wasn't the case this time - buried her face in the pillow again, groaning irritably. Generally, she refused to actually get out of bed when she was supposed to, and got a rude awakening a half an hour or so later when she rolled right off the bed in a tangle of blankets and limbs and started swearing at the floor for existing. If Fuku heard the loud thump and her angry shout of "Motherfucking floor," she supposed she would have a little explaining to do. To be honest, she figured it would have slightly alarmed him, and he'd have come to see what had happened even if just out of curiosity. But by the time she had untangled herself from the blanket and laid it neatly upon the bed, rustled up a hairbrush to take care of that disaster, and properly stretched, he still hadn't come up, so she figured he was either deaf or in the middle of something more important. In fact... there was an enticing smell wafting up from downstairs, and her stomach growled in response. To be honest, Iku figured that Fuku had probably picked up take-out food or gotten something delivered. It was quite the surprise, when she eventually meandered down the stairs, to see him standing in the kitchen, cooking. She didn't quite pounce on him, per se, but she did try to sneak up and hug him without him noticing - most likely a futile effort, but if it worked, hey, that was cool too. "I didn't know you could cook, Fuku." She inhaled deeply, grinning. "Smells good." Of course, being that her face was practically pressed into his shirt, she probably hadn't gotten the full effect of the food's scent, but oh well. "I hope it tastes good, too... I'm starving!" Yes, she had eaten half the fruit the man had in the house several hours ago, but that sure didn't stop her from wanting more food. words: 505 | tags: fuku | notes: 915/5000 | credit: akemi of btn

[Hayate Fuku]

Fuku heard her awaken, and he also heard the cacophony of noise that occured when she decided to have a seizure inside his blankets; he sighed. She was noisy. He would've went up to help her provided he hadn't been busy in the kitchen, preparing food. Now it had hit morning, only a few papers were left on the table; mainly pictures and a couple of attached notes; the radio was chiming along nicely whilst he worked away in the kitchen.

He quickly wrote down some notes in the kitchen, meanwhile, Fuku sneaked up on him. Just like many times preceding this occasion, Fuku knew she was coming. However, this occasion was not one of them. He stood up, from his hunched position to be hugged by the girl; and he flinched slightly. Not because it was the thought of an enemy; but that was what Kyoko would do. Although it wasn't consciously on his mind, a mannerism repeated by Iku made his subconscious think that it was Kyoko, while knowing she was dead. Pushing her hand down calmly he turned to face her. "Not many people think about ravenous shark-looking swordsman being capable of cooking; to a decent extent at that."

Fuku chuckled a little, and leant against the counter. "Before I was married, I was ostracised from my family, so I lived by myself; it was either learn or swallow my pride. Now you know." it wasn't so much of a reminiscent statement; but more a simple matter of factly thing, the corner of his lips turned up slightly; but not so much as a smile. Either way, he had given Iku a bit of insight into his history; she didn't know a lot, Fuku spoke a lot of his swordsman days, and occasionally moments with Kyoko and himself; but never had he gone before those times. He hadn't actually even explained how he met Kyoko. She did mention that she had told the boy- the Hoozuki about the fact that Kyoko and he had started out as an arranged marriage when they were younger.

"Now, if you don't mind me I need to serve up the soup."

Fuku still hadn't even took of his glasses; much less noticed he was wearing them. Placing his hand gently on her shoulder as he moved past her, brushing against her. Things were boiling. "Go and grab yourself a drink, and sit down." Fuku spoke, head down and at work. Only a few moments passed before steaming soup were placed into bowls; and before he sat himself down, he headed around to the corner of the room; where she might've noticed Samehada was laid; in a glorified coffin, basically. Just without the lid. Fuku gripped the hilt, and where the sword had been somewhat small; it began engorging itself on Fuku's chakra, and getting larger. And so the deed was done.

He stood up, leaning up against the table, blowing on the soup. "How are you feeling?" that was an open ended question; he didn't have so much of a clue as to how Iku would respond.

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Dialogue: 9800B0

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] and i decided i was never coming down i try to laugh about it now but isn't it funny how everything works out i guess the joke's on me, she said She felt him flinch, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty, even though she hadn't done anything on purpose. She gave him a quick hug then released him, taking a seat on an empty countertop to watch him work his magic. "You really don't seem the type." Despite loving food, Iku could not cook for the life of her. In fact, she hadn't been allowed in the kitchen unsupervised while she was still living with her mother - because something would either catch on fire, explode, or manage to do both. Usually because she was trying to cause some sort of havoc... but actual attempts at making anything other than instant ramen tended to end up the same way. If it was possible to set a pot of water on fire and/or explode it, Iku could damn well do it. So she found Fuku's skills in the kitchen to be rather amazing, frankly - she had honestly figured that Fuku would end up being one of those stereotypical guys that ate instant ramen and takeout now that he was widowed. "Oh. Never would've guessed." From the easy way he spoke about it, she figured it wasn't a really touchy subject - but though she was curious as to why and how that had gone down, Iku figured that he wouldn't exactly appreciate her prying right now. She had some respect for people's privacy, after all... certain people, anyway. And Fuku didn't usually share any of his past with her, outside of his experiences as a swordsman that might help her with this or that. Not that she could blame him; hell, she wouldn't tell him every single little thing that had happened to her... Well, okay, so maybe she would, if he was willing to listen. She didn't know he had glasses either. Interesting. Most of the time, she dismissed boys with glasses as nerds (in other words, completely unattractive), but Fuku definitely pulled it off. Iku didn't even realize she'd been contemplating how attractive the man was - and not in a 'he's hot, but he's too old for me and he was just widowed' way. If he saw the blush that was on her face for a mere moment or two before she managed to wipe it off, he would probably wonder what had caused it, and she would be damned if she'd tell him. Iku rummaged around in his fridge until she found something she wanted to drink, then followed him as he carried the coup to the table. It looked so good that her mouth was watering - but she knew she had to let it cool off a little bit, or she'd ruin the relaxed atmosphere by swearing at it for burning her tongue. Ehe... So instead she watched him 'feed' Samehada; Iku still thought that it was one of the most fascinating swords she'd ever seen, more so than most of the others in Kiri. Excluding her dear Kubikiribouchou, of course. A long moment was spent in contemplation of his question before she spoke. "Physically... well, I don't feel like I'm going to pass out and/or die, so not bad. Emotionally, well, that's another story." Iku paused to taste the soup, then grinned her approval at him. "More importantly... how are you feeling?" words: 569 | tags: fuku | notes: 1448/5000 | credit: akemi of btn

[Hayate Fuku]

"Yeah."

Fuku couldn't be entirely surprised that she thought that of him; Who would really think he was a cook? Nobody, that's who. If anything, sometimes it was Fuku cooking instead of Kyoko. It wasn't something that Fuku was bothered around, but it always seemed that by the time he got back from' 'work' the food would be there ready for him to eat. There had been a couple of times when he had romantically took her out for no reason, but that was long gone now.

If anything, Fuku didn't feel entirely at peace with her death. Usually you'd hold them in your arms, cry and all that nonsense; but he didn't personally feel like he had closure. That was the kind of the feeling that made kings rise. What if he was to try and find his wife's assailant? How quaint. either way, he was now leant up against the table, blowing on the soup much to hungry to think about looking at Iku blushing, so he didn't catch it. The soup was cooling, but it left enough time for him to hand out the rest of the food; Sashimi and Domburi. Hands worked like greased lightning as they brought them onto serving plates and onto the table.

"Eh, you'll get better." And he left it at that, there were many occasions where Fuku felt like giving up; physically exhausted. She too would rise above it. Emotionally? Fuku didn't enquire any further. Taking a gulp of his soup, and wiping his face with a napkin he'd brought in from the kitchen, answered back to her. "Tired mainly, I feel lethargic but I have so much work to do." he took a couple more bites of food and drink, still standing up. [color=9800B0"It feels as though I have stuff to do, more obligated than ever. And I have a funeral to arrange on top of that."

[/color] Fuku's face seemed to adopt a disdained look. "And I'll have to bring her parents, and knowing them- they'll bring mine."[/color]

It seemed a little as though the conversation died down a little bit. It was peaceful; Fuku enjoyed that and in truth? He was enjoying her company. "I think I may go on a holiday." Fuku smiled, he had never been on a holiday before. Not a proper one, anyway. Usually you took a day off here or there- that was mandatory. But then an actual holiday? Man, that was something special. His thoughts turned to Iku as he looked at her, curious as to the state of around her shoulder area from his teeth. It was healed, thankfully; but there was no mention of zero scars. Fuku was going to take a look later, and not in one of those 'I will seduce you to check out your scars'

What weird thoughts.

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Dialogue: 9800B0
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[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] and i decided i was never coming down i try to laugh about it now but isn't it funny how everything works out i guess the joke's on me, she said Iku's eyes widened for a split second when she saw the sashimi, and then her grin grew even wider. "Sashimi! My favorite. Man, Fuku, you really know how to treat a girl well." She was teasing him, just slightly, but in all honesty she was quite elated, filled with a sense of joy one only felt when faced with a new or unfamiliar presentation of their favorite food. Iku had always been like that; the only thing that could have rivaled her passion for her own appearance when she was younger was the promise of some damn good food, usually paid for by whatever boy she happened to be dragging around that week. But she had never had anyone but her mother actually cook anything for her - if possible, Kazue was even worse in the kitchen than she was, and Iku wouldn't have trusted anything her less attractive twin cooked, anyway, being that it was probably poisoned. "Yeah, I know. I'm tough, Fuku; you should know that by now." That was the last thing she said for a while, too busy stuffing her face to make conversation. Iku didn't quite eat like a pig - she was actually pretty neat, for the most part - but the rate at which she could wolf down food was astonishing to some. Like the time Kuro had taken her out for sushi, before she dumped him for his cousin; she'd ordered enough food for four or five people and Kuro barely got enough for himself, between what she ate and saved to take home and eat later. She didn't think that he had minded that as much as he had minded her skipping out on the check with half the food in hand, ehe... But that bittersweet day was in the past now, and the teen refused to think about Kuro in any sense other than wanting to strangle him. When the sashimi was all but gone, and most of her domburi with it, Iku frowned at him. "You need to rest too, you know. Don't you go and overwork yourself or anything. If you don't listen and end up sick because of stress I'm going to kick your ass." The playful tone had not returned; the list of health problems one could end up with due to stress was long, and none of the items on it were that pleasant. Iku would be damned if she sat around and watched him waste away or get all depressed or some shit. If she had to punch it out of him, well, then that's what she would do. "Hm. Sounds unpleasant. Want some moral support?" A holiday? Well, that was one way to avoid getting overstressed, although she was a little reluctant to tell him it was a good idea - because that meant he would probably be leaving the village for a few weeks, if not longer, and that would leave her with no teacher and no real friends. But hey, it would be good for him. "Nice. Sounds fun. Send me a postcard or two while you're gone. And Fuku..." Iku turned a stern expression on him. "Promise me that you won't come back from your vacation in a body bag." There were some people that wouldn't hesitate to gut a member of the Seven Swordsmen, either for the glory or to take their sword or a million other things. "'Cause I'll be honest with you, I don't know what I'd do if you died too." words: 597 | tags: fuku | notes: 2045/5000 | credit: akemi of btn

[Hayate Fuku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] i'm ready to ignite Don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right 2023 • 5000 | Iku • Akemi <3 | Many thanks to Akemi for making this template! <33 • notes, short text color - C5DDE3 "speech color - D8B2FF" Fuku did take note of the woman's speech. Eating his food was just the most calming thing he had done in days. Looking over to the other table he saw the rest of his paperwork. Just stuff that needed to be sorted neatly and that would make it done. Indeed the girl was tough, but she wasn't quite 'Swordsman' tough. Thankfully, Fuku had been teaching her well behind the scenes. She was just about a fully fledged swordsman. And the Mizukage was going to be needing them soon for some missions which by all means, was no small honour. She didn't quite know that yet, though. The steam from the soup was steaming up his glasses- so he just resorted in taking them off. When she asked if he needed moral support, one of his eyebrows rose. "No, I'm fine, thank you.." but it seemed that now the food had been attended to, Fuku took the plates and deposited them in the sink. When she spoke again, Fuku turned. "Hm?" and leaned back against the counter. He was thinking about some of the things he could get her to do whilst he was away. There were some exercises and kata's he could write down, as well as just the simple 'go and challenge other people' to fight. Fuku crossed his arms at her expression of what seemed... fearful. "I won't. And even by any chance I did, you better bloody well take Samehada." and he walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I won't. I'm too benevolent for that." Sarcastic even in such a situation. How quaint. "Now, can I take a look at your shoulder? For the scars." it would be an interesting bunch of scars to see, only adding texture to her character. It would be one of those things that he could see in his head- her being a lot older and getting a student of her own, for it to be a story she would tell about angering her own tutor. It was a pretty cool scar too. Looking at the edge of the scars he could see, he wouldn't be too bothered if she became a little shy and didn't want to show them off. If she did, Fuku would take the time to trace his fingers lightly around them, and around her collarbone area. "That'll be a cool story to tell." And Fuku turned, going over to the table and leaning over it. "I'm going to give you a key to this house. And I'll be sure to write down some scrolls before I leave tomorrow. Is that alright?" He stood up and turned around. made by akemi

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] and i decided i was never coming down i try to laugh about it now but isn't it funny how everything works out i guess the joke's on me, she said When he finally spoke, denying her offer of moral support - while she wasn't all that surprised, she'd still figured he might not want to face both Kyoko's parents and his parents... not that she'd ever met them or knew anything about them that would justify Fuku needing any support - she simply shrugged and finished off the last of her soup. Iku was going to have to convince him to cook for her again sometime; hey, if she pouted enough, he'd probably give in... his food was a welcome change from both take-out and instant ramen, ehe. The latter was the only thing she could really cook without a kitchen disaster. Hey, maybe she would ask him for cooking lessons. That would certainly be a sight to see. She narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't you be sarcastic with me, Fuku." Iku couldn't exactly threaten to do anything to him if he did die - what would you even do to a ghost? Punch it in the spirit? - but she would give him a good smack or two for making light of it through sarcasm. Instead of replying, Iku just pushed the strap of the dress off her shoulder to let him get a better look at the scars. She definitely wasn't too shy to show him - 'shy' and 'Iku' were two words that did not go together well. Actually, she rather liked the scars; maybe her skin wasn't flawless anymore, but they did kind of make her look tougher, in her opinion, and there was an interesting story she could tell people about how she'd gotten them. "Yeah, that's fine. I hope you don't mind if I raid your fridge while you're gone." Iku would be spending quite a lot of time over here while he was gone, simply because his apartment was nicer than hers, and he probably had better food than she did too. "Don't worry, I won't slack off on my training, I promise." words: 349 | tags: fuku | notes: 2394/5000 | credit: akemi of btn

[Hayate Fuku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] i'm ready to ignite Don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right 2514 • 5000 | Iku • Akemi | IT'S GETTING HOT IN HERE • (sexy) text color - C5DDE3 "speech color - D8B2FF" "We're good as long as you replace it." Fuku shrugged, just getting on with his own thing was among his best forte's. The scars on her shoulder were good though. Very... showy. They would work well in later life as a war wound, just don't tell anybody that your tutor did it and you'd be fine. He began packing up the rest of his paperwork and that was done as momentarily as possible. The documents would be strangely confusing to those who hadn't worked one them before. "I should hope not, or I'll whip your ass when I come back." "Anyways, I was told to inform you that we have a mission with the Mizukage soon. As the SSM, we're the bodyguards of the Mizukage- by that time I'll make sure you're up to scratch with Kubikiribochou. Speaking of which, I don't think you're far off it now. And I don't think you've met any other swordsmen other than the late Akido, and that Kiba user. The only one I'd say you could be openly antagonistic to is the Nuibari user. One, I was the previous wielder of Nuibari, secondly, the new person is an asshole." Standing up, and turning to Iku he went next to her, almost into her personal space as he leaned over her to place the tidy documents on the table. She smells nice... if it was a natural scent or not, Fuku couldn't tell. "Did you want to come with me to hand in those documents?" regardless of her response, Fuku began making his way upstairs, stripping off his top. "I need a shower first anywho, so uh... I'll speak to you in a while." and his form disappeared upstairs. His clothes came off quite easily. Like it had been described before, his upstairs area was an all open area- and the shower was open too. It did have a curtain, though that you could draw across. Thinking that Iku wouldn't come around, Fuku only drew it about halfway, the side that the stairs faced. With the click of a handle, water began pouring out of the shower-head and down onto Fuku, wetting his head and hair began to strand. It was quite cold to begin with, but quickly warmed up to provide a steaming household, such a temperature that Fuku enjoyed. He personally had a vendetta against the cold, and while the house was toasty via heating, it was only getting warmer. Not in an uncomfortable way (For Fuku, anyway) but Fuku's mind wasn't on Iku. It was in fact, on absolutely nothing and it was lovely. He hadn't slept a long amount, but whatever aching muscles he had was getting soothed by the warm water. With such a clear mind... Fuku closed his eyes, turned his back against the wall and just let the warmth envelop him. Then music came onto the radio, Fuku wasn't an entire fan of it, but Kyoko liked the music and while Fuku wouldn't admit it- it was soothing. made by akemi

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] and i decided i was never coming down i try to laugh about it now but isn't it funny how everything works out i guess the joke's on me, she said "I can do that." It was only fair, after all, that she made sure he didn't have a completely empty kitchen by the time he got back from his holiday... because if she didn't replace what she ate, that's what he would have. Honestly, with the amount of food she could eat, Iku was really surprised that she wasn't even a couple pounds overweight. Not that she was complaining about the figure she had or anything. In her own (very humble) opinion, she was gorgeous just the way she was, and she'd be damned if she let anyone say otherwise. "I can pick on the Nuibari user? Awesome. I'll be sure to irritate the living hell out of him, then." Iku replied cheerfully, already imagining ways to get on the man's nerves, including a multitude of 'my sword's bigger than your sword' comments and whatnot. If she could provoke him into a spar, all the better. By that time, she would be a true member of the swordsmen - not quite a master, but pretty damn close, and almost entirely thanks to Fuku. She'd done plenty of work on her own, but without him, she doubted she would have ever been a real contender for the Swordsmen of the Mist. Iku couldn't help but grin when Fuku took his shirt off as he was going upstairs. Hey - for an older guy, he was hot. Certainly hotter than anyone she'd ever dated, and that was an accomplishment, because Iku didn't go for ugly guys. Personality mattered to her, of course, but appearance was important too; being as attractive as she was, she clearly couldn't go walking around on the arm of some poor unattractive boy. It just didn't work that way. Iku lounged on his couch, listening to the radio and staring up at the ceiling. Of course, with her mind on the subject of the attractiveness of people, her thoughts couldn't help but wander, mostly onto inappropriate subjects... She was a virgin but that didn't mean she'd never thought about, you know, getting it on with someone. But she was choosy - she wouldn't do just anyone, y'know - and the only males that she knew pretty well were Kuro and Fuku, and... Well, there was no way in hell that the former would get any from her. He had had to kiss that dream goodbye when she dumped him. And Fuku... well, he had been married, and he was her teacher, and now he was newly widowed, and she really shouldn't be thinking about him that way... Iku didn't want to let her curiosity get to her - the upper floor of Fuku's apartment was just one open space, and if she pretended she'd forgotten something up there, she didn't imagine it would be too hard to sneak a peek... But lord, if he caught her, he'd give her hell. It was safer to just stay down here and listen to the music and not think about doing inappropriate things with her teacher. A beautiful piano song came on the radio, and her (rather lecherous) grin faded into a small smile. When she was younger, and had contemplated quitting the academy (which she was so glad she hadn't done) she had told her mother that she would be a musician instead, and become the best pianist in the elemental nations... She'd been a strange little kid, for sure. Hm. Oh, to hell with it. She surely had some ability to be sneaky, despite her boisterous nature. So, after turning the volume on the radio up - partially because she liked the song but also in an attempt to mask any noise she might make - Iku headed up the stairs, a silly grin on her face. Despite what some might think, she'd never dared to take a peek at anyone like this before. He hadn't expected that she would come upstairs, obviously; he'd only pulled the shower curtain part of the way shut. And his eyes were closed. Iku took a long look before heading back over to his bed and pretending to look for something, a dark blush on her face. words: 717 | tags: fuku | notes: 3111/5000 | credit: akemi of btn

[Hayate Fuku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] i'm ready to ignite Don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right 3052 • 5000 | Iku • Akemi | It's getting hot now • /pulls at collar/ text color - C5DDE3 "speech color - D8B2FF" Fuku's demeanor did not change even though he was inside the shower. His mind began to take on things- like his plans. He would probably have to bring up with Iku about places he could visit whilst he was gone. Since he hadn't really ever been outside Mizu no Kuni for anything other than missions, he hadn't really took the time to learn the lay of the lands, much less any special areas like hot-springs, burlesque dancers (which he would take a special liking to if he was drunk out of his mind.) But there were other things. He could take the time to visit some forges, learn about sword-making and even then- perhaps learn a thing or two that didn't interfere with his ninja lifestyle. Then there were some religious temples along the like that he could visit, there were some really cool shinto shrines in a town that he had been sent to a mission for. Was that in Tsuchi no Kuni, or somewhere near there? All the while he was thinking with his eyes closed, he did note that the music had been turned up from downstairs. I wouldn't have took Iku for a piano type person. and he left it at that, he didn't even think that she would take a trip upstairs. Leant up against the wall with the water battering down on him had provided a very... humid environment. Which is why his heart began to go a little faster. Iku's up here.. and that theory had been proven with the opening of one eye, almost like a squint- through the water he could see Iku going over near his bed, having turned from looking at him. The reason he realized, was because of the scent that she bore- the humid environment was allowing him to smell better, and he had caught whiff of a distinct Iku. The prospect was... electrical to say the least, and his breath almost did a triple take. Pushing any thoughts of his widow-ness aside into his deep subconscious, and a more feral, primal Fuku was released. While she was searching for something, Fuku's eyes had opened to watch her, pushing his hair in a way that the water would flow down his hair, instead of into his eyes he took the first couple of moments to look at her figure. For the first time, taking real notice of what she had to offer. Strictly speaking, his body was beating excitedly as he thought about what he could do. And without word or motion he stepped out of the shower, and almost as silently as she had come upstairs- wrapped a towel around his waist- he came behind her. His hands gripped against her waist. "You're really good at sneaking, you know that...?" his body, still wet, whispered into the side of her ear, lips almost touching in such a... soft manner that while would probably frighten her to begin with, she might've just eased into him. Let's re-try this. and if almost ironically, slowly he turned the side of his head, and gently bit into the side of her neck, his teeth just barely pulling at her skin, almost like a soft scratch from your ankle. made by akemi

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] and i decided i was never coming down i try to laugh about it now but isn't it funny how everything works out i guess the joke's on me, she said While she was pretending to search for something she had lost, Iku's only thought was of Fuku - a sight like that wasn't one that you could just put out of your head, it was burned into the forefront of her mind, but hey - at least it was a nice image, one that she didn't mind thinking about... Her mind was totally occupied, and thus she didn't notice that Fuku had opened an eye and was watching her. If she had, she probably would have gotten a bit nervous - a rarity for the girl, but still possible. Inciting the swordsman's anger again wasn't exactly on her list of things to do today. Nor did she hear him - her own trick plus her distractedness working against her to hide the faint sound of his footsteps - as he approached. As a result, she nearly jumped out of her skin when he snuck up behind her and gripped her waist. She didn't have any sort of clever retort or witty comment to make in reply to his words, and even if she could have come up with something she probably wouldn't have been able to say it. His lips nearly brushed against her ear, and she shivered, uncertain. Hell, she'd been thinking about something like this, but - for it to actually happen? Iku didn't know what to think about this. She leaned back into him, heart beating at what felt like a mile a minute - noting that he was still wet, and she imagined that he was only wearing a towel, if anything, which only caused her blush to darken further - and tilted her head to the side, allowing him better access to her neck. Iku bit down on her lip as his teeth gently scraped across her skin. words: 305 | tags: fuku | notes: 3416/5000 | credit: akemi of btn

[Hayate Fuku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] i'm ready to ignite Don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right 3354 • 5000| Iku • Akemi | Plot will continue via PM • Keep tuned... text color - C5DDE3 "speech color - D8B2FF" Where was it supposed to go from here? Both he could feel the tension in her body and his own. It was something that either Fuku could ease off and get her to leave, or he could continue and ease it off... differently. In personal opinion, if he decided to continue he would consider it a self victory in his age to bag a girl much younger than him.. with such a 'tight' body. Biting into her neck he couldn't help but notice her reaction. Something that in truth- turned him on even more. Such a... reaction. So submissive. She's inexperienced. It's like drinking fresh wine... although he was thinking in a primitive, barbaric way... it was like he was going to own her for the next hour or so. And he also noted that the use of time only told his body that he was going to continue on. He continued biting at her neck, sucking on it slightly- that would leave a pretty but semi-permanent red-mark on the side of her neck. Coming off her neck, he kissed along her jawline- taking a deep breath in to smell her. He felt ever so guilty, but it was a feeling that had been unattended to, and so it was not felt. Not yet, anyway. His right hand began to travel downwards, and his left the opposite direction. Smooth... and he pulled himself closer to her body, with his skin touching against her back and something that was just as hard as a Kunai throbbed against her. She was enjoying this. One part of him said to stop in lieu of the woman in question being a student of his- but he didn't. Was she... expecting this? A surprisingly pleasurable moistness accompanied Fuku's hand which only served purpose to become increasingly intense. -FADE TO BLACK- made by akemi