There are rules in life. They are very simple rules, but rules none the less. Things you should follow. Things you can follow, but don't have to. Things no one follows but should. Things that no one follows and never has. Things that, if you don't follow them, will kill you. Rules ranging from stepping on a crack and breaking your mothers back, or raiding the Kazekage Tower, or slaughtering an entire village. There are different kinds of rules to life, and Kitanai had never personally been fond of following them. There was one rule, however, that the raven-haired Shinobi solemnly swore by:
"Thou Shalt Not Thieve A Thief."
Ijimeru Kitanai was a scantily-clad woman who was dangerously light on her feet with a stealth of an assassin. Her footsteps made no sound as she made her way across the shanty roof tops of the slums. Pouncing from one edge to another in pure silence as her fits remained clutch, and her body loose to swing from area to area. The lioness was prowling on a hunt for the group of thugs who had invaded her home and taken a valuable from her. Her heart pumping against her bosom as she stopped on a roof in the center of the slums.
The sky was blackened with clouds, and she crouched down on the roof to get a listen of what was going on inside. Her surprisingly bright cyan colored eyes closing as she cradled close to the ceiling to hear through the cracked drywall of the poorly made house.:
"Oooo," Kitanai's voice cooed, suddenly standing by the window in the room, her eyes blazing, "Thank you boys," Her voice gave off a pitiful tone, as though she was talking to a child with a hint of false sorrow and gratitude, "I've been looking all over for that."
Then men had stood by this point, turning their backs away from her and staring at her. Her fists clutched again as she stuck out a violent hand towards them, palm opened upwards, "Come now, give it here, we don't need to make this anything it's not." Her sultry voice hissed, her fair colored hand waiting for the locket to drop into her palm.
"3..." Her opposite hand clenched, "2..." Her eyes narrowed, "1..."
The larger man with the black ponytail reacted, whipping a kuani towards her in a moment of defense as the men took a running split for her. The Seikon shifting the atoms in the kunai to the side to avoid being hit as she backed up slightly as her gauntlet released a claw weapon, her eyes sparking with a moment of excitement.
"Oh, I love it rough!" She shouted in excitement as the men flanked, the Seikon's body shuttering and manifesting out of the way as she slashed the arm of the drunken dirty blonde, grabbing the brunette's shirt, slipping it over his head, backwards as she nudged him out the window. "Watch your step, have some grace, lovelies!" She squealed, clearly enthralled by the fight. The blonde backing up with the Drunken Fist pose as he gritted his teeth, just barely scraped on the arm.
However, Kitanai had seemed to forget about the fifth member of the room, another man with short black hair, who grabbed her hair and pulled her backwards. A screech escaping her raspberry lips as he pushed backwards, but not expecting her to continue backing up more than he pulled. She shoved them both out the shattered window, breaking his grasp as they fell out the two story--the female shinobi tucking and rolling across the cracked clay road as she landed in a crouching tiger position, the blonde and the leader jumping from the window to join them.
"Come on, show me what you've got! I'm getting bored!" She sultry voice teased as her body stepped through the boundaries of space and time itself, dissolving, literally, from her spot, and appearing behind the man who had thrown her from the window, her claw quickly find itself lodged into his back, her free hand grabbing his shoulder to pull him towards her until the blade broke through on the other side.
"Sorry, baby, I love a little blood play." She hissed in his ear as she pulled the blade from him, jumping back from the other four as his body fell forward into a pool of his own blood.
"Come on now, give me the necklace." Kitanai breathed as she leaned forward on her toes, sticking her hand out again. But, this time, instead of throwing a blade, the leader stepped forward, his hands raised in defense. "Alright! Mother of Suna, woman! Take the damn necklace!" He said defensively, his brow sweating as he moved towards her, hands in the air, one clutched with the necklace.
But it was none other than a kunai that found itself piercing through her palm than the necklace. Kitanai letting out a horrified screech as she backed up, the man ripping the kunai back out as she cradled her hand in pain, "You!" She screeched again, her face turning into a vicious bright red as she ripped a leather rope from her side, holding the handle as she cracked it in the direction of the blonde, a blade infused at the end of the whip piercing through his chest as she dragged him forward with the makeshift grapple, her claws tearing through his throat as she tossed him to the side.
Kitanai had exploded in a violent mini-massacare. Her eyes wild with bloodlust as she pounced on the advancing brunette, slashing through his throat as her eyes looked wildly up at the leader, her hand bleeding profusely as she stood slowly, "No more games!" She hissed, "Give it to me!" Her hand grabbed his shirt, "Now!" She shouted, his kunai slashing through her stomach as she let out another cry of pain, kicking him to the ground as her claw went down and pierced through his chest.
Her breathing now heavy, the claw retracted into the gauntlet, her chest rising and falling with adrenaline. Her head spinning from the loss of blood that spilled down her hand and stomach and dripped carelessly on the ground. "You little...son...of a bitch..." She panted as she pried open his hand, grabbing the necklace and slowly clasping it around her neck, clutching the shell and letting out a relieved sigh.
Her steps, shaky but sure, moved away from the miniature slaughter. Kitanai's form, slender and sensual, swayed down the streets of the slums as she bandaged her palm up, the blood staining the white almost instantaneously as she made her way into a bar, hurrying into a bathroom, pulling the mask down and letting it rest around her neck like a snug bandana, a few ladies in the rest room, who had clearly stopped giggling and gossiping to stare doe-eyed at the raven-haired succubus who had entered.
"Get out." Kitanai said rudely, grabbing the arm of one of the girls with a medical pouch around her belt, "Medic?" She asked, and the strange girl, with an odd lavender colored hair, nodded. "I've got a nasty slash on my stomach, could you patch it up?" Kitanai tried her best to be polite, and the medic hesitated, but Kita pried open the hole in her clothes to reveal the wound, urging her to patch it up--which, didn't take long after convincing her to do so. Some weird glow and then it felt much better.
Taking a paper towel, the Seikon wiped any sign of blood from her clothes and skin, apply makeup and fixing her hair up. Wrapping a black cloth around her waist to act as a 'fashionable' belt to cover up the gaping hole in her spandex, before being satisfied enough to make her way back out into the bustling pub.
"Hey, sake on the rocks." Kitanai requested as she slid into a bar stool, seeming to of returned to her normal sexually suggestive and sarcastic self, a nice change from her madness in the streets. She had gotten her keepsake locket back, and needed to put her feet up for a moment from being injured in the little brawl. Her hand aching and throbbing with the deep cut, but the stinging would subside with a few more drinks.
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[WC: 1710]
[MFT]
[OOC: Here we go!]
"Thou Shalt Not Thieve A Thief."
Sietch Zensunna Slums. 2 am.
Ijimeru Kitanai was a scantily-clad woman who was dangerously light on her feet with a stealth of an assassin. Her footsteps made no sound as she made her way across the shanty roof tops of the slums. Pouncing from one edge to another in pure silence as her fits remained clutch, and her body loose to swing from area to area. The lioness was prowling on a hunt for the group of thugs who had invaded her home and taken a valuable from her. Her heart pumping against her bosom as she stopped on a roof in the center of the slums.
The sky was blackened with clouds, and she crouched down on the roof to get a listen of what was going on inside. Her surprisingly bright cyan colored eyes closing as she cradled close to the ceiling to hear through the cracked drywall of the poorly made house.:
Inside said:"I don' get it bossman, why did we near'y kill ours'ves for this here ugly pend'nt?" A man with dirty blonde hair and a thick slurred accent whined. Five men sitting around a rickety and beaten up table in a filthy room that resembled a parlor. Raunchy posters and alcohol were scattered through out the room, as well as filthy magazines and various weapons.
"That's not just any old ugly pendant," A man with a thick black ponytail protested, snatching a gold seashell locket from the filthy hands of the dirty blonde, "That's Ijimeru's pendant!"
"Who?" The blonde replied stupidly. "Look at this foo'!" A brunette with short spiked hair scoffed as he smacked the blonde in the back of the head. "Ser'sly?" He hissed, grabbing the blonde's hair, "Ijimeru! The girl who fuckin' stole thousands from her own father!" The brunette yelled excitedly, the other men waiting for a response from the blonde who simply shrugged helplessly. The brunette grumbled, throwing the blonde's head away from him in disgust.
"Wha'?! C'mon! It's jus' a damn necklace!"
"Oooo," Kitanai's voice cooed, suddenly standing by the window in the room, her eyes blazing, "Thank you boys," Her voice gave off a pitiful tone, as though she was talking to a child with a hint of false sorrow and gratitude, "I've been looking all over for that."
Then men had stood by this point, turning their backs away from her and staring at her. Her fists clutched again as she stuck out a violent hand towards them, palm opened upwards, "Come now, give it here, we don't need to make this anything it's not." Her sultry voice hissed, her fair colored hand waiting for the locket to drop into her palm.
"3..." Her opposite hand clenched, "2..." Her eyes narrowed, "1..."
The larger man with the black ponytail reacted, whipping a kuani towards her in a moment of defense as the men took a running split for her. The Seikon shifting the atoms in the kunai to the side to avoid being hit as she backed up slightly as her gauntlet released a claw weapon, her eyes sparking with a moment of excitement.
"Oh, I love it rough!" She shouted in excitement as the men flanked, the Seikon's body shuttering and manifesting out of the way as she slashed the arm of the drunken dirty blonde, grabbing the brunette's shirt, slipping it over his head, backwards as she nudged him out the window. "Watch your step, have some grace, lovelies!" She squealed, clearly enthralled by the fight. The blonde backing up with the Drunken Fist pose as he gritted his teeth, just barely scraped on the arm.
However, Kitanai had seemed to forget about the fifth member of the room, another man with short black hair, who grabbed her hair and pulled her backwards. A screech escaping her raspberry lips as he pushed backwards, but not expecting her to continue backing up more than he pulled. She shoved them both out the shattered window, breaking his grasp as they fell out the two story--the female shinobi tucking and rolling across the cracked clay road as she landed in a crouching tiger position, the blonde and the leader jumping from the window to join them.
"Come on, show me what you've got! I'm getting bored!" She sultry voice teased as her body stepped through the boundaries of space and time itself, dissolving, literally, from her spot, and appearing behind the man who had thrown her from the window, her claw quickly find itself lodged into his back, her free hand grabbing his shoulder to pull him towards her until the blade broke through on the other side.
"Sorry, baby, I love a little blood play." She hissed in his ear as she pulled the blade from him, jumping back from the other four as his body fell forward into a pool of his own blood.
"Come on now, give me the necklace." Kitanai breathed as she leaned forward on her toes, sticking her hand out again. But, this time, instead of throwing a blade, the leader stepped forward, his hands raised in defense. "Alright! Mother of Suna, woman! Take the damn necklace!" He said defensively, his brow sweating as he moved towards her, hands in the air, one clutched with the necklace.
But it was none other than a kunai that found itself piercing through her palm than the necklace. Kitanai letting out a horrified screech as she backed up, the man ripping the kunai back out as she cradled her hand in pain, "You!" She screeched again, her face turning into a vicious bright red as she ripped a leather rope from her side, holding the handle as she cracked it in the direction of the blonde, a blade infused at the end of the whip piercing through his chest as she dragged him forward with the makeshift grapple, her claws tearing through his throat as she tossed him to the side.
Kitanai had exploded in a violent mini-massacare. Her eyes wild with bloodlust as she pounced on the advancing brunette, slashing through his throat as her eyes looked wildly up at the leader, her hand bleeding profusely as she stood slowly, "No more games!" She hissed, "Give it to me!" Her hand grabbed his shirt, "Now!" She shouted, his kunai slashing through her stomach as she let out another cry of pain, kicking him to the ground as her claw went down and pierced through his chest.
Her breathing now heavy, the claw retracted into the gauntlet, her chest rising and falling with adrenaline. Her head spinning from the loss of blood that spilled down her hand and stomach and dripped carelessly on the ground. "You little...son...of a bitch..." She panted as she pried open his hand, grabbing the necklace and slowly clasping it around her neck, clutching the shell and letting out a relieved sigh.
Her steps, shaky but sure, moved away from the miniature slaughter. Kitanai's form, slender and sensual, swayed down the streets of the slums as she bandaged her palm up, the blood staining the white almost instantaneously as she made her way into a bar, hurrying into a bathroom, pulling the mask down and letting it rest around her neck like a snug bandana, a few ladies in the rest room, who had clearly stopped giggling and gossiping to stare doe-eyed at the raven-haired succubus who had entered.
"Get out." Kitanai said rudely, grabbing the arm of one of the girls with a medical pouch around her belt, "Medic?" She asked, and the strange girl, with an odd lavender colored hair, nodded. "I've got a nasty slash on my stomach, could you patch it up?" Kitanai tried her best to be polite, and the medic hesitated, but Kita pried open the hole in her clothes to reveal the wound, urging her to patch it up--which, didn't take long after convincing her to do so. Some weird glow and then it felt much better.
Taking a paper towel, the Seikon wiped any sign of blood from her clothes and skin, apply makeup and fixing her hair up. Wrapping a black cloth around her waist to act as a 'fashionable' belt to cover up the gaping hole in her spandex, before being satisfied enough to make her way back out into the bustling pub.
"Hey, sake on the rocks." Kitanai requested as she slid into a bar stool, seeming to of returned to her normal sexually suggestive and sarcastic self, a nice change from her madness in the streets. She had gotten her keepsake locket back, and needed to put her feet up for a moment from being injured in the little brawl. Her hand aching and throbbing with the deep cut, but the stinging would subside with a few more drinks.
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[WC: 1710]
[MFT]
[OOC: Here we go!]