003: ABANDONMENT [PLOT]

[Hayate Fuku]

[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 623 • --- | tags • people | notes • notes, short text color - C5DDE3 "speech color - D8B2FF" The morning had been largely unimportant for Fuku. He had returned to Kirigakure a little earlier than expected, but there were a couple of things he had been introduced to. With crossed arms, he received an assignment as he re-entered the village. Not even being back in the village for more than an hour, and he was back in his apartment (thankfully, the door had been fixed from the two weeks prior) and reading over a mission brief. Next to him? Hair dye. What the fuck... Either way, it took him a while but now Fuku was bearing a strikingly black hair color, and scratching irritably at the back of his ear as the dye had went a little bit behind there. Fuku stared in his mirror for a few moments, checking out the hair color. It was... okay. It made him look ever so youthful. But the color seemed to reflect towards his eyes and the result being that his eyes had took on a more precious hue of green. That didn't stop his scowling face from showing, as well as a forming wrinkle which only made him frown further. He had yet to let Iku that he was back in the village. He did know where she lived, and would probably knock her door down later. For now? It have a shower and get rid of the feeling in his hair of a muddy head. He wasn't sure about the whole 'dying hair' thing and how it worked in the way of how long they lasted, but Fuku couldn't care. Stepping in the shower he didn't take long, it was a fairly nice day and Fuku didn't want to spend it stuck inside. Speaking of which, he was already planning out what he was going to do. I'll train Iku, then go research a little about this mission. A surprising rank, though. Speaking of which, I should probably go collaborate with the Mizukage about this mission planned for us. Man, if I were Mizukage this job would be so much simpler. Getting himself clothed and out of the house he finally made his way to Iku's home. It was a.. quaint little place. Fuku hadn't been inside yet. I probably will soon, though. And that little thought was kept tucked inside his head and with that- her lusciously toned body. On the outward side, Fuku was a little cruder. Slamming his palms into the door into what would make it sound like the door was coming down, Fuku would shout up to her. "Iku, you've got an hour, see you then." Fuku didn't need to explain himself too much, he knew that she would know what he was talking about. He on the other hand, took off. Samehada was being fairly nice this morning, gargling with the numerous shinobi with large chakra reserves. Every damn time.. Fuku made the way out to their training ground. It was a nice walk, and by the time he got there the sun was beaming, so much so that he could take off his jacket without so much of a complaint. He saw, that the latter half of the early Kubikiribochou was beginning to grow moss. Fuku stared at it, not sure weather to actually remove it or leave it. After a quick internal debate, he decided against it. Today, Fuku was going to fight Iku again, except this time he would be going full out- unlike anything she would've ever seen. He would be using jutsu, and everything in his arsenal. Something he hadn't even done for a long time. For now? Fuku was going to chillax next to the sword, and leant up against a tree whilst waiting for the woman to arrive. made by akemi

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] do with me what you will it's a version of perversion that is only for the lucky people so hit me like a man and love me like a woman from the devil deep inside can't you see what i'm wanting one will give you hell one will give you heaven so hit me like a man and love me like a woman - - - - - Iku was beginning to think she might go crazy from lack of Fuku. Just a little bit. His apartment just felt so much emptier without him there, and though she'd taken to lounging around and eating all his food (which had been replaced the day before, so he wouldn't get pissy when he did get back), and usually spending the night just in case some idiot decided he wanted to break into the home of a Swordsman of the Mist (no one in Kiri was that stupid, apparently - thank the gods for that, 'cause they would have gotten their heads cut off, even if that meant she had to get bloodstains out of carpet), she had decided to just check on his plants once a day and go back to sleeping in her own apartment. As mushy and cliche as it sounded, Iku didn't much like sleeping in his bed when he wasn't in it as well. Not that she would probably be doing much sleeping if he was there too. In fact, his pounding on her door had woken her from a deep sleep; she'd been cuddling with her pillow, which she had apparently thought was a giant marshmallow or something, because she was pretty sure she'd been chewing on it... And, as was typical of the girl, she didn't so much get out of bed as she fell out of it, startled by the loud noise. Likely he would hear the thump despite how much noise he was making. "Goddammit, you asshole, I was sleeping!" she shouted at him, cross, before she realized it - Fuku was back. Her squeal of happiness drowned out the latter half of his greeting - typical man, he couldn't come in and say hello and cuddle or anything, nope, he had to beat her door down and tell her she had an hour to get ready for training, then leave - but still, she was excited that he was finally back. And this was the perfect opportunity to drag Jojo along to meet her teacher and see if Fuku would be willing to help the woman with training like he had with Iku. Hell, if not for Fuku, it wouldn't surprise her if she was still just another unremarkable shinobi. Perhaps she wouldn't have even made chunin yet if not for his rough training. Well, whether or not her speculation would have been reality, the man had still played a huge part in making her the shinobi she was today. So maybe she wasn't old enough or strong enough, really, to take a student of her own yet - not to mention she would feel kind of awkward trying to teach someone that was older than her - but surely Fuku wouldn't turn down someone that was in need. Sure, he wasn't the best with people - that was something she'd learned quickly - and to be honest she was a little surprised that the two of them had hit it off, knowing what she did now about his personality, but... Ah, well, she'd see what would happen soon enough. So after dressing, making sure that her hair was perfect, and grabbing Kubikiribouchou, Iku headed out to use what was left of the hour he had given her to find Jojo and convince her to come with her. Upon locating the woman's house - through methods she would reveal to no one - she banged on the door in a manner very reminiscent of Fuku. "Hey Jojo, get your ass out here!" Whenever the woman did appear, Iku would tell her that she was going to train with Fuku and that the genin should tag along and meet him, and she wasn't going to take no for an answer. Then she gave her directions to the place that she'd been training with Fuku ever since the day he gave her Kubikiribouchou - the half of it he had broken off was still there, as a matter of fact, and was now home to some moss - and left to head there herself. Upon arrival, she practically threw herself at Fuku. "So, how was your holiday?" And then... "Why is your hair black? Not that it's not nice, it really brings out the color in your eyes, but.." And then she decided she didn't care all that much about why he'd dyed his hair, and she kissed him. Hopefully Jojo wouldn't arrive until after they had separated. She didn't really know if that part of their relationship was meant to be known - after all, not only were they teacher and student, but there was an age difference of seven years, and a lot of people didn't consider that appropriate. Of course, Iku couldn't give a rat's ass about anyone else's opinion, but... Perhaps some things were meant to be private. words: 823 tags: fuku, jojo notes: 823 lyrics: hit me like a man by the pretty reckless credit: akemi of btn

[Kaguya Jojo]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; background-color: #AAAAAA;,true][cs=2] YOUR HAIR IS DANCING IN THE WIND, YOUR EYES ARE BURNING OFF MY SKIN.
[atrb=width,320] Jojo was meditating, she had begun meditating after her humiliating defeat from Iku, and as it had seemed she needed desperately to just get better in life as general. Since the departure of the two, she had begun to take interests in medical training, something Jojo normally had never had an interest in before and as it had seemed, Jojo had happened across a medical scroll and just begun training with such things. Her control of chakra and reserves still lacking she only hoped to keep up the good work in the manner and maintain an order in her skills as she would keep holding her end of the training to the highest aptitude. She even begun volunteering in the hospital, which would probably be where she had her most draining portion of the day as her skills still were not perfect. Certainly she could heal wounds, but ridding poisons of the body and such was still an aptitude that she could not pertain and participate a full likeness for as of yet. It would only be something that she could not maintain an order in while her naked body meditated, having just woken up an hour before as her scarred body and the holes about her all felt heavier. Then a banging on a door no that was her door. There was a banging on her door as she would wrap a blanket around herself and move to the door, looking through the eyehole and then opening it she would be greeted by Iku, her eyes looking at this woman as she would blink and ask, “Yes, can I help you?” To her surprise it was a training day and Iku wanted Jojo to tag along, her eyes shaking, a hand trembling almost in fear of this as she would maintain a certain order to belief in what she knew she could do and what she knew she could not do. Yes, this very mannerism was enough for her to believe in and from what she knew, she was not one to trust in life completely and life as it would seem, had always been a trembling behavior that Jojo could only trust a sure fact of her life to. As it had happened to be, she would mentally prepare herself for the makings of and mannerisms of joy in the way that training could actually bolster her medical aptitude. Jojo would nod, the directions were easy enough to understand and she would bow her head saying, “I’ll meet you there, I have to get dressed first.” Yes, getting dressed was not a problem at all, as she chose her normal straightjacket option, granted she would look through and eventually even notice the one she wore when she first fought Iku, and decided not to wear that one. With any luck, a training session would be best as a surprise to her abilities and as such she would maintain a certain discrepancy about herself, until she threw up, her mind going back to how she killed her mother with her body falling down to her stool. Her eyes looking in her reflection from the clean toilet seat. Her mind flashed images of her mother’s death into her as she would shake. She could not believe the council asked it of her to do that, however it was supposed to be for the greater good so there was not anything else she could do in the situation. Jojo would merely puke a final time, take a shower to clean herself up and follow all of that up with a changing into fresh straightjacket clothing that was her style. Jojo’s damp green hair met that of the slight drizzle of the outside air, her body moving out towards the training field decided upon as she would move with firmness to her step. Her eyes tracing forwards as she would make a calming step and recovery time to every motion she did before appearing at the sight, her eyes looking and noticed the kissing form of Iku and the strange older man. She knew nothing of him, her eyes looking at him as she would clear her throat upon entering, “I do hope I am not intruding.” She would say as she would step forwards towards them, a body of her being ten or so feet away now as she would look between them and not think anything other than what she saw. It was not to the best decisions to anger Iku, she learned that early on but her eyes could not hide that she thought the age gap between the two was different, not bad as a ten to eighteen year age gap but still odd as the difference was apparent and completely there in the open. This day was going to be interesting to say the least.	[atrb=width,90] tag; Iku and Fuku notes; Training words; 808 Words
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