Nothing much to see here. (You'll see)

[Tashin Orinan]

There was little to set aside the house of Tashin aside from the fact of just how normal it was. It wasn't extravagant, nor was it dull, simply acceptable. Given the theme thus far, Orinan's day started out rather simple. He had woken up early because he knew that his parents would expect a multitude of jobs to be done before they came home from their duties, and would need to get his own exercises in as well. Grabbing some simple clothing and rubbing as much as the sleep out of his hair, he began his day. Stumbling through the grogginess of the hour, he made his way into the kitchen to find his grandparents well awake, chuckling and his difficulty. No words were exchanged, but his grandmother offered him some tea and a small bowl of porridge. There was the normal banter of his grandparents about how things were back in their time, but their standard banter died down a bit when they enquired to his studies at the academy, and got the answer that pleased them. With that Orin went on to begin his tasks for the day.

Generally speaking, it was the simple and mundane tasks that would drive someone of his age nuts, but it didn't bother him in the least. He was perfectly content with the value they played in the greater picture, and so he drilled on through washing the floors, checking their storage of food and writing down what they were short on, and getting his exercises in where he could. This went on for hours until...

MFT - 265

 

[Kokomo]

Residential Area. 2am. The Next Day.​

It was an abnormally cold night. The draft in the cave had picked up so it carried cold winds down on the city, and any warmth from the broken cave floors rose too quickly and left them with uncertain and black coldness. The artificial moon had become dim, and the glow worms that once mocked stars seemed to be nonexistent--as though it were a cloudy night. But instead, it was a sickening black night. A night with an eerie echo to it.

In this night, the residential area remained certainly undisturbed, save for the shift in the air as a woman paced silently across the roofs of the quiet and slumbering houses. It wasn't strange for someone to find her walking through the night almost every day, but today she was on a mission. Her long black hair braided back and down, and her body garbed in black spandex assassin garb that hugged her skin tightly--mocking a wet suit, but with two belts that criss-crossed over her hips with supplies on them, and a black leather gauntlet on her right arm that would have a surprise later on in this story. Her eyes were a piercing blue, and her skin mock-white of the moon. She was slender, tall, and leaned, with blood red lips and long nails on her frail-looking hands.

Today, she had been sent on a mission by none other than the bossman himself. Her body was agile and flexible, as shown as she moved to the edge of her destination's roof: The Tashin household.

Except, it wasn't supposed to be the Tashin household. It was supposed to be the Yukamari household.

The Seikon's body shuttered, the atoms breaking apart as she disintegrated and appeared silently within the house--never having to touch anything that would leave finger prints. She was looking for a young brunette boy: Chuei. Yukamari Chuei. Son of a drug lord. A drug lord, that is, that forgot to pay up his debts to the bossman. And his son would be the revenge until he paid.

She made her way towards the bedroom in the map she was drawn out in her head, opening the door slowly... A closet? Wait, that wasn't right. Of course, assuming it was her memory instead of the wrong house, she turned, moving a bit down the hallway towards another room, shuttering through another doorway, a pair of sleeping parents silently laying in their bed. Why couldn't she find where the hell this kid was?

She turned around, heading towards another door, shuttering through it as she entered a room where a boy lay in his bed with his back to her--so she couldn't see that, perhaps, he was awake. Her lips curling slightly upwards as she looked to him with a quiet look and took a few paces towards his bed, grabbing his shoulder to roll him over to pick him up easier...

 

[Tashin Orinan]

Overall, Orin felt like it had been a reasonably successful day. With his chores finished exactly in time for him to change into clean clothes for dinner, he kept a smile on his face at the success of a simple but rewarding day.
~
Some time later in the twilight of the next day, Orin was in a relatively deeply asleep on account of a busy and long day. His dreams were filled with dreams you'd expect from a boy his age, maybe even those of one slightly older, which is why he didn't think anything odd of being woken up by such a women, as he still figured he was asleep. Orin's eyes slowly opened as he was rolled over, but only to about halfway, still leaving him in the illusion that he was sleeping.
"Herrmmmehh... heh.. heh heh.." The boy mumbled as he laid eyes the beautiful women woman in front of him, or as far as he could tell by the silhouette that hugged her figure. It's not like he was some elite trained shinobi, he's just a child in the grand scheme of things.

 

[Kokomo]

The young boy flopped over, his body shaking with the ricochet as a strange smile crossed his face and he gave one of those creepy laughs that made Kitanai's face pull in a disturbed way before it slowly crept into a sultry smile. Oh, yes, of course. These types of victims were always the best. They were so easily distracted by that beauty in her smooth skin and glowing cyan eyes that they were blind sided by the fact that she was in their house unannounced with weapons.

"Oh, sweetheart," Her voice was low and sultry, and her lips whispered softly to him, "So unbeknownst." Her hands would pull at his shoulders and lift him--a relatively light kid, luckily--to cradle him in her arms and against his bosom as she held him in a way that would be comforting, and hopefully put him back to sleep as she picked up his blanket and shuttered through the nearby window and outside towards the family across the street's carriage.

She'd open the door, and lay him down on the velvet cushioned seat and throw the blanket she took from him over him as she shut the door, and put a chakra seal on both of the doors to lock him in before turning around and walking into the stable, where she'd pick a black horse, for camouflage purposes, reigning it up to the carriage as she jumped aboard the front seat and headed down the darkened streets towards the slums in the sleek black carriage with two side windows on the door, and a window that looked forward towards the driver of the carriage's head.

The carriage shook and bumped and rocked on the brick stoned streets, the wooden wheels creaking and the horse huffing occasionally, but for the most part, a quiet animal. The woman herself stayed silent, her eyes set forward as she avoided eye contact with any drunk who may have bustled loudly through the street, or shouted rude and suggestive remarks.

~*~​

Perhaps it wasn't the brightest thing to bring him back home, but, that was just that. It was the safest place she knew of. Not to mention, the people around her were well aware of his history, and wouldn't be coming around to knock on her door.

Stopping a bit down the road to avoid having the carriage traced back to her, she broke the chakra seals and opened the doors, only to find he hadn't moved much. She grabbed him, and carried him with the blanket draped over him as she had before, moving down the streets of the slums--which were more alive at night than in the morning, unlike the residential area--and into an apartment complex, and up five flights of stairs, until she entered one of the apartments, and brought him in, putting him down on the bed in the single room apartment (save for the second room, which was a bathroom). It was well made, and the house, for the most part, looked untouched--because it was.

She proceeded to move around, placing chakra seals on all the windows and doors, leaving them both locked inside as she drew the massive heavy red curtains shut, and moved to the refrigerator where she poured two glasses of water, with a decent amount of ice, and began to cook up throw some eggs and bacon onto the stove.

Doesn't sound like much of a threatening hostage situation, huh?

She had no intentions of appearing like a murderer--because she wasn't. Her job wasn't to make the kid piss his pants around every corner, just to keep him away from anyone else, and keep him inside at all times. Honestly, she planned on treating him quite well until she received any torture or murder notices--but it seemed as though so far he would be safe...

Unless he slipped up of course.

 

[Tashin Orinan]

His hands gripped the blankets of the bed he laid in, taking in the softness of the sheets. It was near godly for the senses, so soft and comfortable that it was almost unbelievable. The softness took away any thoughts of being remotely awake, and so he turned over, gripping the blanket around him. A couple minutes passed as any semblance of energy left his body and he made his way back into a deep sleep. Suddenly however, right as he was about to go back into full sleep, something clicked in his mind. These weren't his sheets, nor were they like anything he'd ever felt. With that, the adrenaline kicked in with his surprised awakening, and he shot up out of the bed.

A loud thump accompanied his landing, surely loud enough for his abductor to hear. Despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins, he was still rather slow and groggy. Orin began to attempt to take in his surroundings. A rather nice apartment, but it didn't get him any closer to having a damned clue as to where he was or why he was here. His eyes wandered over to his captor as he realized his dreams hadn't actually been dreams. It was at that moment that he realized he had nothing on but his boxer shorts, and immediately grew embarrassed at being so indecent in front of such a shapely woman. His pre-teen mind had no way to comprehend any of what was going on, and sent it spinning.

After a couple minutes, his head stopped spinning as his other senses began to start working as his sleepiness began to wear off. The smell of bacon and eggs overpowered his nostrils as he finally noticed that the woman had in fact been cooking. With that thought, his head began to spin again. "Maybe she's going to poison me. Maybe there's a drug in the food so that she doesn't have to subdue me. What happened to my family? Where am I? What's going on?" his head spun through, over and over until he couldn't take it any more. He needed to get out of here and get back home. Surely someone would have been looking for him by now. With these final thoughts, he didn't say a word, rather he bolted for the window and would attempt to jump through it, as his body weight combined with his momentum should surely be enough to go through a normal window, wouldn't it?

MFT
WC - 414

 

[Kokomo]

The smell of the pans frying and cooking the food sent a slight chill of excitement through her veins. It had been awhile since she had had a well cooked meal, especially one so simple and traditional. Her hips cocking to one side as she moved freely in the tight suit, her braid long but taken out, letting the black waterfall drop to her waist as she made the meal. Placing two eggs and a handful of bacon onto two china plates, setting them out on the table as her eye caught the boy stir, shooting up and out of bed, onto the floor. Slowly, Kitanai leaned back, straightening out her posture as she looked to him, his doe-eyes staring wildly at her as he looked from her towards the window.

Stupid boy.

He bolted, heading towards the window as he ripped open the curtains and broke through the glass--but thank God for chakra seals!--Wait...

The boy tumbled through, Kita's eyes widening as she jumped at the reflex and ran to the window, her chakra seal actually preventing her from jumping through it. "Minimal Chakra." She murmured as she shuttered through the window again, appearing on the ground, and looking up for the tumbling figure, only to reach out and snatch him again.

"Are you stupid?!" She screamed, flinching as she felt the heat of her own voice before lowering it to a hiss, "God damn, son, that's a five story jump!" Her arms would grip at him tightly, had he struggled profusely, she would release the claw weaponf rom her gauntlet, and show off it's sharp shimmer, "Get back in there," She'd hiss as she pointed her weapon in the direction of the door, grabbing his hair with her free hand, "Making me look like the bad guy, kid."

 

[Tashin Orinan]

As the window shattered before him, time slowed down for a moment as he opened his eyes and realized just hot high up he was. This was going to hurt, a lot. As he fell closer and closer to the ground, his mind twisted and mangled itself towards his impending doom and how to handle it, but it came up with nothing. Finally, his mind gave up, and he shut his eyes, giving up on expectations.

To his surprise, the next time his eyes opened, it wasn't some bright light, but the side of the building, upright. His shoulders were cushioned very softly, despite his captor's grip on him, enough to make him blush. How was he supposed to handle contact like this with a woman? Orin hadn't the slightest clue, so he figured his only course of action was to just follow the orders she barked at him. She hadn't seemed to have any harmful intentions towards him, or she would have killed him already or just let him die, wouldn't she have? That, or maybe she just didn't want to get her hand dirty and didn't want to have to walk over his flattened body on her doorstep.

"Who are you? What do you want with me? Why did you take me from my home? Are you going to kill me?" Orin hurriedly asked as he regained his orientation and had his head pulled back to face her. Was it such a surprise that a child would spit off questions in such a fashion? Such is the way of children, and he was just that, a child, being abducted by a strange yet attractive woman.

 

[Kokomo]

The air shifted as the boy seemed to take in the issue. He had reacted quite brashly, as he should. He didn't even know how lucky he was that she wasn't some burley old dude who wanted nothing but to watch him squirm. She pushed him up the various slights of stairs as he stuttered out questions that she sighed heavily at. It was clear she didn't have to deal with children often, and the idea irritated her.

Breaking the chakra seal on the door, she ushered him in, turning and shutting the door--and locking it old fashion styled. "I ought to kill you after what you did to my window." It was a cynical joke as she moved across the room and looked a the shattered window, sighing heavily as she moved into the closet and retrieved a piece of cut wood that fit perfectly into the windowsill to block out the window--it was clear that that piece of wood had been used previous to block off that exact window.

It was the slums, after all.

In fact, she came out and began to block off all of the windows with pieces that fit puzzel-perfect. "Jeez, you make this a lot harder than it needs to be." She huffed as she finished and pulled out one of the chairs at the table, "Go on, sit down. We better talk." She urged, pushing a plate before him with silver table utensils, and the glass of ice water, before sitting across from his chair--whether he sat in it or not.

"My name is Kitanai," She gave a pleasant smile, "Or Kita, if you prefer." She shrugged, and turned around, grabbing the remote and turning on the television above her head, to create some white noise for the kid. Something to make it more soothing--some reality television show was playing. Nothing she had seen before.

"Your dad got into a bit of trouble with some bad guys, is all. It's my job to...protect you." She lied smoothly, her eyes adjusting around the room, "Keep you safe here as long as I need to, you understand? So you can't go jumping out of windows, you'll get yourself killed." It was a wonder he didn't inquire about her ability to catch him when she had been so far away. "Trust me, Kid."

 

[Tashin Orinan]

Orin wasn't sure what to take of the comment about the window at first, so the irony was initially lost on. It wasn't until after he'd sat down that the he realized it had been a joke, regardless of the taste it was made in, it was a joke. This realization brought a a large amount of pressure off of his chest as a bunch of pieces began to click together.

As the woman explained everything to him, he remained quiet, taking in all of the information he was being given. His face contorted oddly, in a sort of confused way, and offended one at the mention of his father being involved with such a class of people. She finished with three simple words, , "Trust me, Kid."<i></i> The words bounced around in his head for quite some time before he responded. Instead, he took a sip of the cool water, and thought about all he had been told. None of it really made much sense to him, something surely had to have been wrong, but somehow he knew that no amount of words would convince her otherwise as he was only a child in her eyes, and that's all he actually was in reality. The boy sat there and tried to think of what he was supposed to say here, nothing seemed to work in his head either than playing on or pleading for her to let him go, but the latter didn't seem like it would get him very far. "So.. how long until I can go home then?"

 

[Kokomo]

He didn't say much, nor did he touch his food, as she suspected. She picked up a piece of bacon from his plate, throwing it into her mouth and eating it, showing him that she had no intentions of poisoning him. Though, she did have quite a bit of poisons she would very willingly use had the topic gotten out of hand.

"How long is a good question." Her eyes looked upwards at her rather blank white ceiling as she gave a brief smile, "Honestly, I don't know. I assume your dad will pay the money he needs to very soon though." Or so she hoped. She couldn't have this kid cooped up in her house for a very long time. She had business to do, and it'd be hard with some 12-year old in her house the whole time.

Often times she'd come home with strange men or blood all over her flesh. She'd have violent wounds or ripping in her clothing, and she just couldn't deal with answering the millions of questions that came along with that.

"Go on, eat, I put a lot of effort into that meal." Kitanai's eyes were a shocking blue, and even in the light they glowed faintly. Her blood red lips curling slightly up as she popped a piece of her own food in her mouth before standing and heading back to the sink where she'd begin to clean up the mess she had made by cooking. "And I don't cook often, so don't get used to it. You know how to use a stove, right?"

 

[Tashin Orinan]

Something still irked at Orin, the money. Why on earth would his father have had to borrow money from anyone? The family wasn't exactly living in the higher class of society, and the combined income from both of his parents mission saleries should have easily been enough for them to get by, plus have a bit left over if they needed it. This all had to be some sort of mistake, it's the only thing that made sense. All of this spinning was making him dizzy, and so he decided to ignore it for now. For now, there was food in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel as though it was a trap.

The longer he looked at the food, he realized it couldn't have been a trap, not if the woman to any sort of pride in herself. She had burnt the bacon, twice over, and not even in a way that someone might like it crispy, just blatantly left on for too long. The eggs were no yolk either, she's obviously cracked one of the eggs wrong and part of the shell followed it into a pan, at which point she massacred it trying to get the shell out, and the other one was dropped from so high off of the pan that the yolk broke on impact. She probably should have just scrambled them at that point, but he doubted she cared enough to. On the bright side, she got the toast halfway right. Despite that, he decided he might as well eat the food in front of him, for all he knew the fridge was empty and he would be doomed to eat on her schedual of shopping.

As he ate, he made her comment about her not cooking often and basically informing him that he would be doing the cooking. "I can cook well enough to survive" Orin stated, not wishing to overstate his abilities, but following shortly after muttering, "Probably better off with me cooking anyways"

 

[Kokomo]

The sound of the water from the sink rang through the small apartment as her hands worked on the pan she had dirtied--and by dirtied, that means managed to get pieces of burned and splattered bacon and eggs all over it. Her long fingernails scraping at the blackened pieces on the pan as the other hand scrubbed with a dull white dish brush. Bubbles forming in the sink as she worked at it. It was clear that the woman was nothing even close to a mother. Not only that, but she wasn't a caretaker of sorts either. Hell, Kitanai would probably kill a dog, had she owned one.

"Uhm, do you need anything?" She asked awkwardly, "Like..are you allergic to anything? Or need insilin..or something? I don't know, do kids need something special? Like...skim milk, or some shit like that--oh, I shouldn't curse--fuck--I mean, darn. Yes, darn." She rambled, trying to figure out how she was supposed to live the rest of the week, or however long, with this child. Could she curse in front of him? Could she do anything she normally did? Oh, wow, was her sex life going to die...

"Uhm, is the food okay?" She asked, trying to get a feel for the kid. She could feel his worried emotions from the other side of the table it was so powerful. It didn't make sense, as it shouldn't. It wasn't like the kids ever knew their dad's were druggies or so far in debt with Lords of the Slums. Poor kid.

 

[Tashin Orinan]

Orin was well calmed down by the point, the spinning of his mind had all but stopped and allowed him to think fully rationally again, well as rational as a boy of his age could think in the current circumstances. He listened as the woman seemed to fumble over not only cleaning her mess, but over her trying to play the part of a caretaker. It was a bit funny, and as he thought about it, he choked down a laugh to himself. "I'm fine, I just eat normal food" The boy said once he'd finished choking down the laugh. He really didn't require any sort of special attention beyond that of your normal child. Nutrition, hydration, and sleep were really all he required.

Putting the pondering about what she'd said about his father, he finished the meal and put the dishes beside her on the counter, she may as well do them while she was at it. Afterwards, he'd walk over to the fridge to examine it's contents. "You're going to have to buy some food if you plan on eating more than one meal." Orin said straightly, it didn't seem like there was a point to beating around the bush, he just wanted to move on with this whole thing and hopefully be able to put it behind him.

MFT - 221

 

[Kokomo]

It seemed decent enough as he began to loosen up. Perhaps it wouldn't be that bad with a kid in the house, especially if he planned on being helpful, or something. It sounded like she wouldn't be getting any jobs as long as he was in the house, so he'd be seeing a disturbing amount of her, and her of him.

Aw, where was she going to sleep?

Her head turned to him as he set down his dishes, throwing them into the soapy water, and leaving them to soak, as she clearly didn't want to deal with them now. Drying her hands off on a towel, her cyan eyes wandered up to the television that played some cartoon, standing on her toes to press the button on the TV to change the channel to some soap opera she had been following lazily in the morning when she had her tea. Leaning back on her heels and crossing her arms as she watched the intro scroll across, just as Orin opened her practically empty refrigerator.

There was tea, eggs, bread, milk, ketchup, and a piece of cake from her sister that she hadn't touched.

Kitanai turned, looking to him as he mentioned she'd need to buy groceries. "Eh," She scowled, clearly not used to such chores, "I guess so. I'll get them later today...I guess..." She mumbled as she turned back to the window he crashed through, shutting the heavy curtains as she leaned against it, huffing quietly. "So, uh, what do you want to do?"

 

[Tashin Orinan]

The mood of the room had done a complete turn around of where it had begun. It was odd really, how completely abnormal circumstances could eventually come to such a relaxed mood given the right variables. Even though he knew that he shouldn't, Orin relaxed a little bit more, but still stayed mentally aware. He walked over and sat down on the bed, leaning his back against the wall. Orin pushed off the procrastination that practically oozed from the woman's words, and decided he should move a bit more on the offensive. "What exactly are you going to do when my parents realize that I'm missing? When I don't show up to my classes?" The boy said, trying to get a bit more information out of the woman. Maybe, just maybe, he would be able to walk out of this and get home with enough time to get some sleep before his day would begin.

It's funny how this entire time, he'd failed to even realize that the TV was there or playing anything. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he didn't have one at home, or that he was generally disinterested in it, or maybe, just maybe, he didn't even realize it was there.

 

[Kokomo]

"They better notice your gone. Maybe they'll get the hint." It sounded like a joke, but it was a serious comment. The sooner they noticed, the faster the money rolled in, and the faster she could get the kid out of her house. It wasn't anything against him, but rather the hinderance a presence of a person in her apartment overall was. She did a lot of her business work there, calculating money and splitting it for herself and the orphanage, for example. With someone she had to watch and make sure was on task was a hassle she wasn't sure she could keep under control--especially if he was going to try sky diving again.

Kitanai pulled her hair out of her braid, letting it fall in black waves down to her waist as she raked her long nails through it lazily. "Jeez, it's late. I'm exhausted. Unlike you, I didn't get to sleep tonight." Her eyes darted over him as she offered a weak and sympathetic smile. "Don't worry, you'll be home soon, kid." She assured him as she patted his shoulder for a moment before moving to the closet and pulling out extra blankets and pillows. Her slender body moving easily under her scantily-clad clothing as she began to set up a faux bed on the ground away from the main bed. "You get the big bed, kiddo."

 

[Tashin Orinan]

The young boy didn't see any need to say anything beyond a simple good night, and then began to doze off on the bed. He'd spend the next half an hour or so bouncing in and out of twilight, never quite awake, but never fully asleep. Finally, after about an hour he was fast asleep. With such a scene, nothing could surely go wrong, right?

Two hours later, Tashin Household.

Everyone's internal clocks were kicking in the household, though the grandparents had been up for nearly an hour drinking tea quietly downstairs in the kitchen.

Binan and Orak, Orin's mother and father, respectively, slowly woke up, their first site of the day being only each other. Orak's eyes opened first, grinning slightly at the sight of his wife. She wasn't a trophy wife by any means of it, but she was homey, and she was his. Nothing could even compare to the happiness that she had brought into his life, and the morning reminder of it was simply the cherry on the top. He slowly stroked her long brown, basking in the momentary happiness of the morning.
Binan's eyes lazily slit open as she felt her hair being moved, and she saw that stupid grin that her husband always seemed to have on his face. It was the shit-eating grin that boys had the first time they managed to steal a base, and even when they managed to take it home. Even after 13 years of marriage, he still had that same look every morning. She shook her head and began to laugh a bit to herself.
Orak's grin began to fade a bit as he wasn't sure exactly what she was laughing at. "What's so funny?" the man asked not really concerned, but more in an endearingly irritated sense. She didn't say a word back, but simply laughed and threw a pillow at his face to wipe the rest of that grin off of his face. "It's you and that silly look. I swear, sometimes this house is just a bunch of women and boys." Orin's mother laughed at him, and to which he laughed as well. With that, they both but on their robes and made their way downstairs to begin their day.

They came down the stairs, arm in arm, looking into each other's eyes. His eyes, much like Orin's, a deep chocolate that had some sort of hidden glimmer that you couldn't quite put your finger on. Hers, an emerald green that sparkled, no matter what angle or light they were in, all the more adding to her homey allure. As they got to the kitchen, they sat down and began to have tea with Orak's parents. After a minute or two of the grandparents joking at the fact that they still acted like a newly married couple, Orin's parents realized that Orin himself wasn't to be seen. "Where's Orinan" Binan asked, to which her step-mother jokingly responded, "Oh the poor boy, must've worked himself dry yesterday, still hasn't left his bed yet." "It's getting pretty late for him, I should probably get him up. He's got class today and it won't do for him to be late." His mother said, almost laughing to herself at her words. Talking like this made her sound like her own mother, which almost irked her a bit. With that, his mother made her way from the table and up the stairs.
Minutes later, a scream came from Orin's room from his mother. Immediately, Orak snapped through the house to the room to find her with Orin's blanket in her hands. Wordlessly, they looked at each other and nodded. They didn't need to say anything, they both knew that he wouldn't have run away, he simply wasn't like that, even if he was getting pretty close to coming of adolescence. They made their way to their room and suited up for what was to come. They both got into full Chunnin attire and made their way out of the house only saying to their parents that they were going to go find their son.

A couple hours later, outside Kitanai's apartment.

Hours of investigation and racking had led them here, and to a specific apartment. Her father opted for the door as his mother scaled her way up the side of the building to a boarded up window. As she reached to begin to find a weakness in the boards, she felt the jolt of a seal, and realized that she simply wasn't going to be able to get in that way. A smirk came to her face, she always did have a hidden flair for the dramatic. She pulled out a small piece of paper and primed it with a couple handseals. Sticking it to the wall far enough from the window, she jumped to the adjacent roof. Readying herself, she began running towards the little piece of paper, and made another seal, signaling to detonate the paper as she jumped towards the wall. The paper sizzled for a moment and then, boom, an explosion about two feet in diameter blew a hole in the wall just big enough for her to fit through. As she passed through, she readied a kunai in her hand, knowing full well what she planned on doing with it to the person who had taken her son from her. As the explosion echoed, Orak tried to bash his way through the door, but something kept preventing him from even touching the door. The man screamed and beat his way, trying to beat through the barrier with brute force to get to his family, but the barrier wouldn't yet relent. To either of the people in the room, they'd simply hear the bang, and if they were swift enough, maybe see the woman come through the wall as though she were part of the explosion, ready to land and fight anything that stood between her and her family.


MFT - WC 994

 

[Kokomo]

Sleep was a blessing, especially in her line of work. Seemingly content with her surroundings, and sure she'd notice if Or had tried to escape, Kitanai easily feel into a slumber. It wasn't a deep sleep, as she wasn't quite comfortable enough for that, but a sleep that would leave her rested in the morning. Her body relaxing into the cot, having changed into pajama pants and a camisole in the bathroom before crawling into the bed, left her feeling at ease, even though it wasn't in the sanctuary of her memory foamed bed.

Hours Of Blissful Sleep Later.​

Kitanai's nose twitched slightly, her state of slumber slowly coming to awakening. There was the lightest disturbance in the air that she couldn't quite place. It was almost as though her personal space was starting to get crowded and it worried her. Her eyes slowly opening, the building dark from the lack of natural light from the boarded windows as she slowly rolled to her side and lifted her head a little.

Someone was coming up the side of the house. They were lingering now, she could hear the patter of their shoes against her walls. Another pair of shoes from the other side pattered up the stairwell--and they were too panicked to be any sort of civilian. Unless, of course, someone was dying outside.

Kitanai slowly reached under her bed, her eyes watching the window carefully as she heard the shifting outside the window, and the sudden sound of sizzling. Her hand grabbing her metal arm gauntlet, quickly latching it onto her right arm as she duck behind the headboard of the bed, a hole blowing through the wall as a woman broke in, her kunai set and ready.

Ha. A kunai against these claws?

A violent beating came at the door, a man screeching wildly as his fists slammed against the door, and Kita's eyes adjusted to the newfound light as she hopped to her feet, her blades stabbing out from the gauntlet. "Honey, I'm home~" She sang, her eyes flashing with a sudden blood lust as the woman took no time to spare, a kunai being whipped at Kitanai.

But, it would do the strangest thing. The weapon would seem to flash a few times, and literally shift to the right to completely avoid hitting her. The great mind power of the Seikon's sudden bubbling forward. Kitanai was a match to play against with her ability to warp time and space, split atoms and rearrange physics.

Though, she was cocky, which led to her first injury.

The follow up slash whipped across her arm as she made a futile attempt to block it with the claw, the blood drawing as Kitanai, suddenly angered by the hit, used the devilish weapon to do a quick uppercut diagonally across her, hopefully, chest and face. Her eyes flashing against with the same glowing cyan, and a slow smirk crossing her face.

"Should have just paid the fee, bitch."

 

[Tashin Orinan]

A pounding, some screaming, and then an explosion. The three sudden things that awoke Orinan before his memory blacked out. The dreadful sight in front of him, something he would undoubtedly miss due to the explosion velocity debris that knocked from the world of the conscious.

As the adrenaline began to flow at full force, it would feel like time was slightly slowed for those involved. A father fighting to reach his family. A mother fighting to save her family. A woman caught in the unfortunate circumstances of a fate that might not have been her own. A child at the centre, blissfully ignorant of the tragic scene only feet away from him.

Not taking notice the missing kunai, but rather focusing on the follow-up, her attack connected and she physically didn't have the speed to prevent, let alone respond to deadly retort of her child's captor. The attack fully connected, tearing her shoulder into ribbons and square across her face, slicing from the corner of her mouth to the opposite eye, clearly destroying both beyond reasonable use. The force of the blow was enough to send her hurtling back towards the very hole she came through. As she came to hole, her other arm reached out as she grabbed a loose board that had been jarred to an angle from the explosion, and spun around it with a newfound force. This woman would die, if not for her child, if not her family, but for herself. The combined irrationality of mother defending her child and being on the very verge of death herself put her into a frenzy, there simply was only one thing that could stop her now.

She would spin around the beam and send herself back at the woman, using the initial momentum and adding in her own adrenaline enhanced frenzy. Re-armed with a kunai in her strong arm, her other arm limply dragging behind her. There simply would only be enough in this for one more attack, given the previous outcome. On top of that, it was only a matter of seconds before Orak would come through the door and join the merry charade that was taking place.

MFT - 363

 

[Kokomo]

The attack was a hit, and the woman flew back, and Kitanai backed up, sucking in a deep breath. Her eyes were flickering with the devil's blood. Those cyan eyes glowing like some sort of demon had taken over her and caused a bloodlust beyond comprehension. So much that the young woman had forgotten about the child. So over taken by her need to kill and the pain in her side from the attack, she was caught up in the mess. The screams of pain, the roar of thunder from the man pounding against the door and trying to force his way in.

The woman threw the board at her from the building, Kitanai ducking out of the way, and not realizing the woman herself came with the board as well. It was a simultaneous pierce, a kunai in her stomach--not long enough to kill, but sharp enough to damage--and the claw weapon through the woman's chest, long enough to break out from her back as Kita threw the corpse away and off from her weapon, and back through the hole she put in the wall. Groaning as she ripped the kunai out from her stomach, she roared a sort of battle cry as the man, who was roaring the same kind of cry, burst through the chakra-sealed door. Kita whipping the kunai through the air, not really aiming, just at him, as he came hurdling down the very narrow hallway towards the main room.