Please Come Back [Saemon]

[Kokomo]

"A lot?" She echoed in a moment of disbelief, her body stretching a bit with the weight of the world on her shoulders as she watched him carefully. The way his dull blue eyes mulled over her body drove her crazy, and forced her to keep her cool as she gave a slow smile, his eyes slowly moving back up to hers as he agreed to join her at her place. It was about time he knew where to find her.

His towel suddenly dropped as her mind wandered around about food for a moment, her eyes suddenly sending the message to her brain as her pupils dropped, and her eyebrows raised in a moment of pleasent shock. His body turning away from her as she looked to the side, scoffing a bit to show her amusment as she shook her head and pushed her body away from the counter as he disappeared.

Man, he drove her crazy.

Later. Ijimeru Residence.​

Unlike Saemon, Kitanai lived in a single roomed apartment in the slums, save for the bathroom and a few closets, of course. The apartment appeared virtually untouched--because it was. The kitchen was spotless, the mirrors didn't have a bit of oil on it, and the double bed was made. The only thing out of place was the cot on the ground at the head of the bed--that was actually where Kita slept most of the time during her stay there, as she gave Orinan the bed out of sympathy and politeness. He was, however, not home.

"Home sweet home," Her tone was slightly sarcastic as she immedietly moved to a closet, openning it and pulling out a new set of clothes as she pulled off the dirty clothes she had worn the day before. The new outfit was by no means anything special, as neither was his. In fact, the oversized grey sweater and black shorts could have been called uncharateristically boring for her. It was neither form fitting, nor sexy, but rather showed off her long legs and slim size. All in all, she was just tired of being uncomfortable.

"Seriously grab whatever you want out of the fridge," She called as she pulled the shorts over her toned rear, "I have so many already made meals that I never have time to eat. Warm it up and enjoy!" She laughed from the hall, pulling the sweater over the rest of her body, and letting it hang loosely over her form and past the shorts as she threw her braid over her shoulder and walked out, her fingers tied together in front of her as she smiled. "Find anything good?" She inquired, moving over to the fridge to open it and take a look for herself.

 

[Hanone]

Saemon entered the small house with honest curiosity. What would it look like? He imagined red walls, candles and interesting paintings. Her bed would be plush and comfortable, somewhere she could call sanctuary. But what he came to was something eerily stark. Wood and whites, clean as a medical ward. There seemed to be no touch of the woman within it and that made him wonder about her even more. And what was the cot for?

In all truth he didn't know a thing about the beauty he now had the right to call his own. She was secretive as he was and passionate so for her to have a house like this said she either never lived here, it was a fake house and her real one was elsewhere or she was so clean and precise, he had misjudged her greatly. He didn't think she was lying to him, so it was the first or last option that were the strongest candidates.

After the door closed behind himself, he tarried a while. His eyes took in the place for a while, then they closed and he instead let his nose take over. His sense of smell was incredible and even that picked up very little. It was her scent that he was overcome by as she made her way back into the kitchen after changing. His eyes reopened and followed her frame and thoughts of the house around him faded. She was a focal point that drew him in, despite his best efforts. The lumpy sweater did not deter him either. In fact it had the opposite effect. It was comfortable, house wear. It was private. In no way did he think Kiti-chan would walk around in lumpy sweaters outside.

The mountain of a man hadn't stepped further into the house but as Kitanai padded over to her fridge and ducked her head into it to look around, his feet moved his body for him. The place was small enough that even moving slowly, it only took a few strides to cross from one side to the other. Her braid was over her shoulder, dangling almost to the floor and left her thin neck exposed at the top of her sweater. He stood beside her, feigned to look into the fridge as well. An hour ago he was starving but now he didn't feel it. Whatever hunger he had was washed aside by her warm smell and the sight of her.

It would be seemingly out of the blue what he said next, but the only thing on his mind at that moment. "You've been driving me crazy for weeks, Kiti-chan." His left hand lifted and touched the soft skin at the edge of her hairline. The tiny hairs there were soft as kitten fur. "I thought you were going to say no." His deep voice was not loud, but it was full of quiet thunder, as it often sounded around the woman. She and all that she was pulled at more than just his physical self. He was referring to the previous day of course, when she took his proposal. With the lack of sleep he hadn't seemed to have cared as much what she would have said, but with the weariness behind him, his emotions felt raw, something akin to the feeling one had after narrowly avoiding death.

 

[Kokomo]

Kitanai didn't exactly realize Saemon hadn't moved. She, herself, was actually starving, and was going to act on it. Her body leaning into the fridge, practically, as her braid fell towards the ground and she shifted though the piles of food. The muscles in her legs flexing as she moved, and sweater falling from her body and hanging loosely as she hummed quietly to herself.

"Oooo~ We have Nori with some really good looking vegetables, Miso, Vindaloo, Mein, oh!" Her cyan eyes that normally flashed with annoyance seemed to glimmer with excitement as she pulled out a cream cake setting it on the counter, the plastic wrap still around it as she leaned to grab the plates, seemingly unworried about eating a dessert for 'breakfast'.

As her hands set the small dish ware on the counter, she stopped as fingers came and brushed the back of her neck slowly, her skin getting chills as she gave a soft smile from the compassion of human touch. Saemon suddenly speaking, leaving her to stare down at the plates her dainty hands ran idly across, her head tipped down to look at them, the braid against her front side as she gave a slow and thoughtful smile.

Her head turned slowly, that gentle smile on her face as her eyes seemed to be softer than normal, "I thought I was going to say no too," She admitted with a nervous laugh as she turned to use a spoon to slice into the soft cake and scoop it onto the plate, cutting out a small piece of the cake with the spoon as she held the frosting-textured cake out to offer it to Saemon, "Here, try this!" She urged, a smile on her face as she watched.

Despite the chocolate appearance, the cream cake was actually lemon flavored. Not too lemony, but more of a twist of vanilla with a zing of fruit to it. No, she hadn't made it. That would make the meal somewhat deadly.

 

[Hanone]

Saemon's eye's followed her face, flickering over her sweet expression from mouth to eyes. Her smile was beautiful, dazzling without effort and something within her bright blues made his stomach knot up. It reminded him of another time in his life, when he was so much younger... she had a strong affect on him and she couldn't really know just how much yet. The feeling was nostalgic at first, welcome and light, but it also brought with it reservation and concern. "You're dangerous for me, Kitanai." he thought to himself as he opened his mouth to accept the bite of cake.

It wasn't bad, but Saemon didn't like sweets. He left Kitanai to her dessert foods and moved out of the kitchen. Maybe it was just so she could eat, maybe it was for himself. He had agreed to be with her, was glad of it too, but he was still wary in ways. It was easy to fall for someone; drive into passion and desire only to find the fire was short lived. Or worse, find the fire between you is an inferno, the kind that never smolders out but burns you for getting and staying too close. He didn't know how they would be together and he didn't like the power her smile was having over him.

So he wandered a little, looking at the walls and items in the house. His eyes spotted small, barely there blood patches; one of the only marks in the house and filed it away for something to ask her about later. He stepped away from the marks and into her sleeping area. His eyes found the cot again and he gave it a bump with his knee. This would shake up any scent on the thing. He was awashed with her smell. It was such an oddity to him that he stepped around it and tapped his hand against the bed. The new smell that came up from there froze him in place.

He breathed deeply, filling his lungs with the foreign smell, one that mingled with her own. Now Saemon was only a novice at the use of his nose. Whether he could be better with the sense or not was an unknown thing to him. There were many things an Inuzuka would be able to take away from the smells on a bed, things he would miss, but what he could tell there had been a male on this bed. And recently... and often. His eyes blinked slowly as he quickly quelled the newfound and surprisingly dark anger that rose within his body. It was a well contained emotion, one reserved for an explanation. "So who stays here with you?" Saemon asked, his voice excessively neutral-toned.

 

[Kokomo]

There was one thing for such that really sparked inside the young woman, and that was her love for food. She loved all kinds of food. Spicy, sweet, sour, salty, tangy, tasteless, weird, neutral, hot, cold, wet, solid, what-the-fuck-is-this, all kinds! He walked away, rejected her idea of a food, as though he was no longer hungry, and she shrugged, turning away to press her delicate finger onto the television, folding her arm across her chest, and resting the other elbow on top of that one to lean the spoon in her mouth with a bite for herself.

Her body leaned back as she dully watched the street, the flashes of the news bundling up about a fire in the golden district and a man murdered--honestly, Kitanai watched it to see if Uzumoreru had landed his target on the man she was 'supposed' to be protecting. Rather, she was giving him false hope in exchange for a whopping amount of money. It would be helpful to her later terms.

But it seemed that Tama was still alive--or at least, his body was undiscovered.

While in the droll of television and negative news, her cyan eyes boredly locked as Saemon's voice entered her thoughts. Her head turned slowly, the attention being taken away as her body followed her eyes shortly after. "What?" She asked stupidly, blinking a few times. Saemon had quite the nose on him. "I... I have a boy here." She said quietly, placing the spoon down on the counter as she took a slow step towards him. "Just for awhile. A student who needed a place to stay..." Her eyes subconsciously dropped to the stain on the floor before rising again.

"Does that....bother you?"

 

[Hanone]

He didn't have to wait long for her explanation and he felt the severity of his worry ease away but not completely. He didn't have an issue with children or family, but this was an odd situation. "Hn." he responded, not really giving a clear indication of his thoughts on the matter. Casually, he pivoted and sat down upon the bed. It was comfortable, not well used. More of the boy's scent fluttered over him, giving him more of an idea about the male. What he noticed the best, however, was the lack of Kitanai's smell on the furniture and that eased him more.

"I don't have an issue with that. It's your house." he finally gave up, speaking with a shrug. There was an edge to his jealousy he couldn't shake though. Anyone in her house, sleeping where she sleeps, even it was separated by only a few feet. It wasn't in his nature to ask questions, but for some reasons they were coming from him whether he wanted them to or not. "Why are you letting a boy stay with you? Is he family?"

He leaned back, resting his weight on his hands and gazed over at Kiti-chan. Cake for breakfast...

 

[Kokomo]

The woman moved closer as he sat down, watching his shoulders physically relax for a moment as she offered a gentle smile. "His name is Orinan." Kit said, trying to excerpt a bit of trust towards Saemon, "I'm his...guardian, for the moment." She scowled, trying to come up with a better term, "More so, his foster parent. His parents were killed." Kitanai had a ruthless soft spot for orphans, being one herself.

She was adopted as a child, but could still remember the dank and dark aspects of orphanages. The way they smelled, the way they treated you. The punishments and questionable food. Though, she couldn't say she was anymore pleased with her adopted father who was well off and spoiled.

"Do you like it?" She asked, changing the subjects as she sat next to him, looking considerably smaller in comparison as she kicked her feet, unable to touch the ground when she sat on the fluffy bed. Her warm vanilla scent strong, as her legs pulled up to her chest, and she hugged them closely, a somewhat child-like smile crossing her face as she leaned the side of it against her knees to peer at him curiously. "I don't spend much time here, so it's not really my style--but I like it, I think."

 

[Hanone]

The bed sunk slightly as the girl sat down next to him, but not enough to re-balance out the dent he put in it. If he had to guess Kitanai was probably no heavier than 150 lbs (given her level of lean muscle and profession) and he was almost double that naturally, so she was probably even inclined to lean his direction slightly. With her knees drawn up and her face rested on top of them, he felt compelled to cross the small, invisible wall there was between them and pull her close to him. "It's a nice place, a little small though." the last part of the comment was in regards to the cot situation, but he was willing to let it drop for now. But he knew he'd want to meet the boy in the near future. Otherwise he'd probably always feel animosity toward the situation.

He was going to ask her what a house of her choosing would look like, when he felt a familiar vibration from his side pocket. He let it buzz angrily 5-6 times before reaching down and pulling it out. Apparently whoever was on the other end was not interested in letting him ignore the call. With a quick regrettable look, the brute slipped the small earpiece into the hole of his ear and clicked the switch at the back that would 'pick up' the call. It was a headset meant for people who needed quiet when they were out on missions. Being that they were a new invention and rather pricey, it wasn't a common sight.

His ear was quickly filled with a rush of slurring, crying and screaming. It was loud enough that for a split second Kitanai might have even picked up on the intensity of the vocalization on the other end. Saemon lowered the volume and his face told leagues of his annoyance. The previous relaxation was replaced with a disgusted, angry look. As the call went on longer and longer, his expression only continued to darken, yet he did not respond. Not one word.

This whole headset call would take up to 10 minutes, which would give Kitanai time to eat or the likes. Saemon would be unable to stay in one place. He'd get up and pace about the room, not responding, but listening to whoever was on the other side. When it was finally over, the jounin ended the call with a simple, "Fine."

For a moment the man could only hold his eyes with a large hand, covering them in a tired and worn out sort of pose. Whatever had transpired had ripped the happiness from Saemon, replacing it with utter frustration. Yet he wasn't so lost in his own world he couldn't offer his hostess any explanation. Without removing his hand, he said to her, "Apparently I need to go see my mother."

 

[Kokomo]

Affection was a funny thing between the two. Every touch was like a surprise treat neither had expected. A brush of the hand, or even a side glance was as though a beam of light had appeared to shine down just for a moment on the sheer happiness that conspired between two naturally somewhat bitter people. This time, an arm wrapped around her--for the first time--and pulled her easily against him. For a moment her eyes would flutter shut and she'd listen to the sound of his heart against his skin, rushing through his veins and beating soundly. It was a soothing sound she wasn't used to, and it gave her an odd sense of protection.

All to be shattered too soon.

Saemon stood, his face hardening as he paced and the slur of words after violent ringing of a headset--one she happened to own as well, and wore constantly, save the shower--and leaving her to sit awkwardly for a few minutes. She had expected to wait just a few minutes, but it continued on and she found her way back to the refrigerator, putting away the desert as she settled with the nori-wrapped vegetables, something she could eat cold.

Hopping up on the counter, she sat on it and kicked her feet slowly as she plopped one piece after another into her mouth, watching the lowered-volumed television too occupy her mind as she ate and Saemon talked--well, sort of--before he would finally finished as she sunk the dish into the sink.

"Your mother?" She asked, realizing that in this world, people do in fact have parents. "Oh, well, that's okay." She said, smiling as she hopped down and folded her hands in front of her with a confident smile, "Would you like something to bring her? Or...?" It was her way of prodding for the relationship between the two. If he declined, either there wasn't time for that, or he didn't appreciate her too much. If he agreed, either he was sucking up, she was dying, or he loved her very much.

 

[Hanone]

He was glad, once his hand dropped back to his side, to see that Kitanai wasn't upset by the disruption and worse, the news he delivered that he would have to leave. She didn't know his mother; the bane of his existence and his loathing of her. He did not want to see her, to aid her with her 'issues' and even take a moment from his day to help her in any way. But she was his mother.

Sighing darkly, the very tall man strode wearily toward Kitanai who was sitting very child-like on the counter nibbling on food. The vision of her looking patient, chewing on digestibles and wiggling her feet smoothed away the edge of his anger. He stopped a few feet from her ready to explain himself and depart, then changed his mind at the last moment and stepped one long stride closer to her. The last step placed the huge jounin between her knees and closer to her than ever before. The injustice of the call and the sandworm cave of a house he knew he would be at in no time was enough to want him to touch her, give the gods a big fuck you for attempting to stop him from being near her again. Or maybe it was just an excuse.

Saemon's large hands started at the girl's bend knees, laying upon them with a tenderness meant only for the skin of the fairer sex and slid up along the outside of her long upper legs. The faintly prickly tops of newly grown hairs met his rough, calloused palms. They felt soft to his hands, barely there. When the touch caressed far enough upward, he was separated from the creamy flesh by a thin layer of tightly stretched, black fabric. His fingers tightened on her hips, squeezing tightly, but not enough to bruise or injure then pulled her a few inches closer to himself. Her body would press against his abruptly.

When the man looked up toward her, as his eyes had followed the path his hands had taken up her limbs, he was face to face with Kita, if not a little taller above her yet. His mouth was parted slightly, as a man was when he was slightly out of breath. His rainy-day blue eyes sought out hers. The anger was pushed aside and he saw only her. "I'm going to have to leave. But not yet... Kiss me, Kaze-Koibito." it was up to her to make the contact. If nothing else, it was right to let the woman come to you the last step. Give her the choice... and you can have her heart.

 

[Kokomo]

Before she could jump down, the man turned towards her, striding and locking himself in her way. His form fitting to hers like a puzzle as he brought her physically and emotionally close to him. His hands running over her fair skin and toned legs, all while taking in the way she felt and smelled. Her eyes seemed to shake for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden deep affection he gave her as her eyes glanced down towards his hands for a moment, before looking up toward his dull blue eyes.

Her own dainty hands falling to lay on top of his, joining the ride as his hands trailed over her body and her eyes watched him. For a moment, Saemon became the epitome of every girl's dream. He touched her like precious glass ware, and looked at her like a sculpture from a dream. He was, in hindsight, an echo of a far off childish daydream she once had.

"Kiss me, Kaze-Koibito"

Kiss me, My Wind Lover.

Her eyes watched his. It was by no means hesitation, but rather longing and questions. She looked at him as though she didn't understand him at all, but she wanted to. Like she yearned to know every inch of his mind, and run her fingers over every inch of his body. She yearned for him. Needed him. Wanted him.

Kitanai had kissed tens of guys in her time. She'd kissed guys she liked, guys she loved, guys she didn't like, guys she hated, guys she didn't know--she was a professional. Her lips knew the way of the love-tongue better than any other in the world. And yet, she felt as though she had never touched lips with another being before as she sat there. As though she was stupefied and had forgotten what it was.

That is, before the passion kicked it. It revved like adrenaline, and kicked like summer rain, her hands shooting up to grab either side of his face, and despite the eager hands, she kissed him with a sort of softness she had never used before. A slow kiss that seemed to spill out her soul as time slowed down, and all she could feel was her legs wrap a little around his waist, and the prickly hairs under her hands from his face. Her cyan eyes hidden behind lids as her supple raspberry lips danced with his slowly.

A new dance she had never done before.

 

[Hanone]

Her soft touch, smooth hands over darkened, scarred one guided and accepted his touch. There was no rejection his her movements, no disgust or repulsion in her reactions. She wanted his touch as much as he wanted to touch her, but it wasn't like a foul actions of an easy woman who was giving into a man for his body or worse, money alone. Like she, Saemon had kissed many others before. Sometimes for pleasure, other times for love. He had even seduced and pleased a woman for his job, but it wasn't just a new face. The touch was a combination of the heart and it's echoing call.

The only thought in his mind was; mine. My love, my beauty, my exotic mistress... Her hands gripped his head, mirroring the hold he had bodily on her. Stay there, stay close it said. And her mouth met his like sweet honey. Her touch was honest and a reflection of her affection for him. He complemented her kiss with measured stride, allowing her to step the tone of the contact but with barely controlled desire himself. Her eyes fluttered closed and even close, he could see the dark lashes resting against her delicately pink cheeks.

But his restraint cracked as her lean legs encircled and hooked around the his back, trapping him closely to her body. His single right hand lessened it's grip on her hip and returned down it's original path, dragging back down along the length of her strong thigh. Her embrace and the feeling of her body giving to him drove him. His own kiss changed, delving more deeply with the building passion in his body. It was weeks of frustration, of looks and fleeting touches. It was his denial of the truth... he was falling in love with her... that he was in love with her. Her strong, shapely hands on his waist, holding him back from killing another man. The touch he'd shared.

The man pulled back from her mouth, too quickly to be a completed kiss and dipped his head. His lips closed on the side of her neck. The rough hairs on his face would scratch her skin but his mouth would be softer. He kissed her skin and grazed his teeth against her flesh, then breathed in deeply. Her blood was pumping hard in her veins and the smell of her body, the vanilla she wore and the rising reaction to their contact hit him hard and made a tighter knot in his stomach and a pressing ache in other places.

"I should.... leave... Kiti-chan" he said, the sentence broken up by his breathing more than the kisses he gave her. He pulled back from biting her again in risk he would bite her too hard. He was losing control of himself... and that always made things difficult. He could be nearly violent in passion and for their first true intimacy, he wouldn't allow that.

 

[Kokomo]

It was strange to be kissed and loved in such a private place. Gowned in something not even deemed attractive, when her prior professions would leave her in something more expensive. The only exciting thing about her odd, yet comfortable, clothing choice was the excitement of the lack of shape. It allowed the mind to run wild with the idea of what was under, even though the choice was not clear with it's intentions.

Saemon kissed her back, mimicking the same amount of passion, and it caused her heart to beat a few times faster, and her stomach began to pull into a tight knot as his lips pulled from hers and dropped to her neck. It was unlike anything she had ever endured. Her head tipping back to expose the pale beauty-marked neck as her blood red lips parted and sighed out a breath of pleasure as her hands dropped from his face to his upper arms, squeezing slightly to feel the muscle ripple underneath as his hands pulled down her legs longingly.

Kitanai didn't want to move. She wanted him to stay near and brush his skin against hers. He mumbled and breathed about his duties elsewhere, and for a moment she didn't answer. Her eyes staring upwards at her pristine white ceiling as his lips planted down her skin, and her hands ran down his arms to meet with his hands again as her legs fell on either side of his body once more.

She had to let him go...

But she didn't want to.

"...Saemon..." His name escaped her lips in a whisper, as though he could hear the wind in her voice. It traveled from her chest, through her throat, and out of her lips that she barely opened, causing his name to sound meek, but longing. Her heart pumped the blood through her veins at a faster pace, and her eyes shut, her head still tipped towards the ceiling as her braid fell back and hit the counter behind her.

He felt like a dream. A beautiful nightmare, and she could feel him slipping away. She could feel his eagerness to leave her apartment and tend to his other callings. Her dream slipping through her fingers, not matter how she grabbed for him. It beckoned that he had to leave, but her skin and her hands never left him. They begged him--not for intimacy--but to love her.

 

[Hanone]

He didn't want to let her go either. Earnestly, he hoped she would hold him to her, keep him there and in her embrace. But she obliged, loosening her grip from him and even dropping her legs to either side once more. There was a electric crackle that skittered along his veins and gave him a mental itch to do more, come closer.. but against his wants, he began to release her.

His mouth left her throat and his hands lessened in their ferocity. Both came back to her hips, but rested with a quiet storm there. They wanted to do much more and almost had to close them into fists to obey. But restraint came back to him. He knew he had to go. With his face back before hers and her own storm withdrawing, he stared her in the eye. Restless hands caressed her hips softly and he licked his lips, tasting the last of her kiss on them.

Fuckin' mother... he wasn't ready to go, but he must. Yet not without leaving her on a note. His lips brushed her once, a simple kiss, a tender touch then tipped his head to bring his mouth over to her ear. His warm breath washed over the curves of her ear, fluttering a few loose strands of hair beside it, then he spoke a few words to her. They were only a few, but he figured they'd keep her busy until he saw her next time. He gave her a smile, the first real one she would have ever seen coming from him, then he backed away and left the house with purposed stride.

"Next time I see you, I'll finish what I started..."

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