Prowless Pouncing Previous To Power [Saemon]

[Kokomo]

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."

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.:

"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!]

 

[Hanone]

Saemon was in a shit mood. After being charged with a new task by his...charge he had left at first to rid himself of that poison and then had all intentions of seeking out someone to spin the tales needed for their safety, but he hadn't been able to do anything. He found himself at home for a while, putting fist holes in his walls. He also smoked through 2 packs of cigarettes before deciding he needed to go do something else. He would attend to the red lady's desires tomorrow. Today, he was gonna work out some aggression.

But the long day had turned into a long night. Saemon had beat the hell out of a practice ring and thoroughly brutalized a sparring partner. Mio hadn't been home so he couldn't even spend some time with her and cool off. So he found himself walking the streets around his low-rung house. A few hours later he was in the slums and walked his way into a cruddy little bar. It was dimly lit and stunk, but Saemon had a very strong nose and picked up scents almost as good as an Inuzuka did. A wave of vomit kept him from meandering to far to the western part of the bar and eventually he ended up sitting at the far end of the bar.

A heavyset girl with round face and bright blue-dyed, pixie cut hair came over to him. She smiled brightly at the scruffy, six foot five off duty jounin and pushed her large bust forward as she spoke to him, "Hey there, good lookin.' What can I get for ya?" Her grin was difficult to look at because her teeth were very yellowed and she had a chip in her right incisor. Saemon wasn't particularly interested in her or her ample, ready-to-fall-out-of-her-too-tight-dress breasts and focused on a point across the room. "A pack of blacks if you have them and a Blue-Tail bourbon." Which was a brand they sold all over Suna. It was good, but inexpensive, made somewhere in Fire country.

The girl gave him a wink, which almost went unnoticed and sauntered off to get his orders.

Three hours, 2 bourbons and a half pack of cigarettes later, Saemon was leaned back in his seat and feeling much better. He'd just finished a conversation with two retired shinobi, both around 60 now, who had decided to call it a night. Sae was thinking the same when something interesting walked into the place. A female bleeding from the smell of it (which he was VERY conscious of the moment it was around him) hurried in and into the restroom. He barely gave her another thought after she disappeared until she came and sat a few seats from him.

Immediately he got a cocky, conceded feel from her and turned back to his drink. He took a sip and lit another black papered cigarette.

 

[Kokomo]

The sake sucked. The first sip had Kitanai making a sickly face as she pulled her pursed lips away. It was sour and distilled, and here eyes watered a little from the taste. Horrible horrible sake. "Ehh," The angular face of the cyan-eyed woman turned towards the woman sitting closest to her, "Hey, what did you get to drink?" She inquired bitterly, clearly talking with disgust from the taste in her mouth. "It had to of been better than the cheap shit I just ingested." She said, and the blonde gave her a tipped-down look, clearly not interested in talking as she flipped her hair back over her shoulder and looked to the man sitting beside her.

"Hey, whatever, bitch." Kitanai growled, leaning forward to the bartender and waving her over, "Hey, give me whatever that girl had--thanks." Leaning back, she crossed her long legs over one another, and leaned back with one arm on the back of the chair, and the other propped up as the scotch glass was placed into her hand, and she gave it a good whiff. Kita's face twisting again at the smell as she gave it a good slug, the burn intensifying in her throat--oh no, wait, that wasn't the alcohol.

The fair-skinned assassin looked towards the man sitting on the other side of her, a cigarette in his mouth. "Hey, got one to spare, stranger?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow in his direction. "Though, I should probably ask what they're filled with. Could be anything in these streets." Her body turned in the chair as she leaned towards him, talking in a quieter tone with that sultry voice, "Especially coming from a man sitting alone, at the bar, at 3 in the morning in the slums."

 

[Hanone]

Saemon inhaled deeply. The hot smoke swirled around in his lungs, further blackening them before releasing it into the muggy bar air. He realized a moment too late for it to be a quick reaction that the blood-scented girl was speaking to him. With his glass in one hand, he dipped his head and looked sidelong at her. The second two sentences he caught right away and a slight hint of a smile played on his thin lips. He could see where she was coming from about the smokes. Who knew these days. With the drug smugglers and black markets running at full power in the Grand Palais, a lot of common things were no longer what they appeared to be.

"You're in luck. They're plain old blacks. And it's two A.M. If you have work later, it's good to get that right." Which was an expensive brand of imported cigarettes. Saemon only smoked the best because it was his only real passion. Casually, he mashed the half smoked cigarette in the nearby ashtray to kill the ember and got a new one. He reached out toward the girl, the new one lazily placed between his thick index and middle fingers. There was only a single chair between them anyway so it would be a short reach for her since his own arms were quite long.

As soon as she would take it from him, he'd retrieve another new one for himself and light it. He was quite prepared to return to his own drink and leave her alone to enjoy her smoke. He'd need to head home soon anyway. Saemon's blue eyes dropped to his drink. Her swirled around the square ice cubes and listened to them clink around the glass. He really hated drinking... but he'd finish at least this one before he left.

 

[Kokomo]

Apparently, it hadn't taken Kitanai as long as she thought it had to blow through the group of thugs to retrieve her keepsake. It was still two in the morning, which meant she had made pretty good time! The succubus gave a slow smirk to the man, her head bowing a bit as one side of her raspberry lips curled upwards, her eyes narrowed on his dipped side look. "Blacks? I found a man with class, it seems." Her voice was lowered, as she quite often did with people she met that interested her, her delicately slim fingers reaching forward to take the cigarette, conjuring up a little fire jutsu to light it as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the bar as she tipped her head back to blow the smoke skillfully from her lips. One hand balled against her jaw, propping her head up, the other lazily laying on the bar with the cigarette burning in it.

"Ooooo, that's good." Her lowered voice cooed, the vowels dragging out as she closed her eyes and inhaled the fumes. "Smooth, really good pack you've got there." It was clear that Kitanai wasn't quite finished with the man, as she continued her conversation with him. She brought the cigarette back to her lips, clearly her movements were intentionally slowed, and everything about her suggestive. The way she smoked, the way she sat, the outfit she wore, and her cyan eyes turning back to look over at him. They were large and round, and clashed with her fair skin and dark hair.

"You're supposed to drink it, not play with it." She said, referring to the ice he swirled around in his glass. "Unless, of course, it's as bad as the sake, then I don't blame you at all." Her eyes blinked slowly as she gave a sultry smile, tipping her head lightly to the side before placing the cigarette back in her mouth, where it rested as she raised the hand that used to hold it, "Hey," She called to the bartender, "Get this sorry-looking hunk what I've got. He need a smile on his face." She asked, taking another drag of the cigarette as she smirked to the stranger, "On me, stranger." Her body turned again, just slightly, to suggest that her attention was on him. "My name is Ijimeru Kitanai." Her had rested on her slender thigh now, the other propped on the bar, holding the cigarette. "And does a classy man like yourself have a name? Or should I keep referring to you as stranger?" Yet again, another smirk graced Kita's face, "Not that it's a bad thing. It has it's...perks." She made another suggestive remark, her eyes narrowing a little as she smiled to him.

 

[Hanone]

It seemed odd that the woman would continue to invest time in him after he had apparently turned his attentions back to his own business. It was possible she was just the talkative type, which he wasn't and had little interest in. Finding his nerves beginning to grate, he downed the rest of his drink and let it burn. It was soothing enough to push away his annoyance for the time being and set the cup back down on the bar then turned his seat to face her direction. He was having a shit day to be honest and it was possible he was being overly sensitive to some female's attempts to be nice. But upon a short period of time he found himself back down the same path.

For one thing she was acting so slutty it made him wince. Every move she made was a sexual advance, though to be fair, some women around Suna just seemed to be that way regularly, even when they weren't trying to get in your pants. But the cigarette to her lips, the way she touched her own leg to draw a man's eye down drew the wrong thoughts in about her. Frankly he wasn't interested. At all. Her attempts to look sexy reminded him of a horny teenage tramp who was so ready to get fucked, she was ready to rub up on anyone's leg who would look her way. Like a cat in heat.

When the drink was poured for him, bought by her, Saemon ignored it, leaving the beading glass where it stood. He never allowed a woman to buy him a drink. It wasn't really manly and he would end up slipping the yen up there for it later. Eventually Saemon responded to her, having all but ignored the first several attempts to bring him to speak. Whatever she took from it was her thing. He was sure a lot of men went speechless in her presence and was used to it. Suggestive, sexual girl.

A bare hint of a grin touched his mouth as he dug some money from his pocket and started to count it. "Saemon." he didn't give his family name. It had too many bad attachments too it. "I'm sorry, but I don't really have enough money for your company tonight. You are pretty high end though. What are you doing in these parts?" She'd be pretty thick to miss that jab on her kind of 'profession' but if it did slip by, at least she had something to work with.

 

[Kokomo]

Kitanai was intentionally slutty. Oh, yes, it was very much so forced, but not for the intentions that most women resorted to. Kitanai behaved this way because, quite frankly, she found from a young age that it got her free drinks, money, jewelry, hell, stupid material things that she so loved. A greedy woman, she would bathe herself in diamonds if given the choice. But, this man, as most do, took the wrong idea, and was quick to accuse her of it.

The raunchy woman's jaw dropped slightly, her head turning towards him as her gasp turned into a mix between shock and grinning. A light scoff escaping her lips as she blinked and turned her head away from him, her mouth still slightly agape as she shook her head a few times.

"I'm not sure which is richer: that you think I'm high class, or that you have a price memorized." Her head turned back to him sharply, her mouth closed into a slight half smile--clearly not too hurt by the remark. In fact, being called a classy whore really wasn't that much of an insult. "Oh, you know, trying to rob poor helpless thugs of their virginity." Her tone had become much more playful as she realized that, to this specific man, she had over done it. Her head cocking to the side as she took the final slug of her scotch. Her sarcasm thick, but, nonetheless, she was impressed with this so-called Saemon. He had taken a low blow, and played it off very nicely.

Kitanai admired that.

"You never answered my question from earlier either, you know." She stated, not looking at him anymore, but rather the blonde that had so rudely turned away from her earlier. "Why are you out so late? If you can afford blacks, you're certainly not from around here--though, if you can't afford me, maybe you are." She toyed along with his joke, turning her head back towards him with a less seductive smile this time. It was almost...gentle. This man had clearly showed her that he ran the game they were playing, and she had simply accepted that.

 

[Hanone]

The fact she took the insult so well, sliding it away from her as if it was a joke for both of them to enjoy was somewhat relieving. He had meant to bother her, for she was bothering him, but even saying it had stuck in his throat a little. He wasn't generally rude to women, even the slutty ones. But today hadn't been his best.

His eyes moved over to the clock on the wall. Huh... it was actually closer to three, boy he was off his game...

Returning his dull blue eyes to the slim woman sitting tall before him, he felt himself relax a little and respond with less aggression or annoyance. "Ah, then you're definitely not interested in this old fuck here. I lost my virginity years ago." Which caused him to give it some thought. The girl before him was at least 19, but he'd lean her closer to 21 than the younger counterpart. Saemon was 27, almost old for a shinobi, but he looked his years. He wasn't graying yet, but his skin was worn and scarred, his face had some lines and his mouth had a look that it was used to being in a frown.

When her own face turned away, he studied her face. He was a trained man and it was habit to learn every face you met as if they were a potential enemy. This girl was defined, beautiful like Mio was, only this girl knew it and held herself in a way that it showed. It wasn't just her words that made her cocky, but she knew what she could do and what things she could do to a man. It was in that she reminded him of Koho; a manipulator.

Her eyes met his directly for the first time as she brought her attention back on him. Her smile was more genuine and frankly.. it made her more dangerous. Though he was more relaxed than before, he certainly wasn't with his guard down.

He seemed to contemplate his answer for her before giving it. It would be simplier to just say goodnight and leave then, but leaving meant facing the shit.. and wasn't that the reason he was here? To avoid it? He couldn't bring himself to just leave. So whatever then, right?

Saemon's voice was gravelly and deep, the sort of voice that made your body rumble when he was intimately close to you. "I'm avoiding being a responsible adult today." He didn't hold anyone's gaze well. He felt like his brain was an open book when someone looked into his eyes and so he looked away from hers, focusing on her mouth. "Those life altering sort of decisions you never want to face. Ya know. I don't even like to drink." he said, leaning back in his bar stool and tapped his fingers on the bar. "I actually live pretty close to here. I don't mind this sort of life. It's got it's charm if you know how to find the diamonds in the coal pile but I've been working too long now to be broke. And I just don't need much in life. I buy the things I like or need and fuck the rest."

Not that it seemed like a good idea to talk about money with her sort of woman, but it wasn't like she was gonna try to rob him, right? So instead of letting that sit where it was, he hinted another smile and said "But ya, I could probably afford you for the rest of the month and I bet you wouldn't come cheap."

 

[Kokomo]

There was that long pause. A moment of silence that suggested that the meaning of the answer to her simple question was much deeper than he intended to share with her. The smallest pinnacle of the tip of an iceberg, only to be suffocated by the great lengths of ice towering below the water. It was known, at this point, that Kita would never swim in that ocean to find the miles and miles of visage hidden from the public eye.

But, eventually, he gave an answer. It was a loaded sentence, and his eyes dropped from hers to look onto some part of her face. He didn't hold eye contact, which was normal, but Kitanai used it very dominantly. Eye contact was a sort of her version of being cocky with her mouth shut. She had a confident gaze that burned with the fire of her soul, and she maintained her gaze on him, despite the fact that his eyes darted away.

"Don't even like to drink, aye?" Her tone was surprised as she reached forward, taking the shot she had order for him, giving him a sarcastic wink as she pulled it to her, taking it herself before setting the glass down. "Guess you didn't need that as bad as I thought." She would say as he continued to mention his modest lifestyle. Kita herself was nothing but a middle-class woman, nothing special at all. In reality, it wasn't really her money either, but rather, the family's money. Just the thought of them cause a momentary and slight furrow in her brow.

"Heaven's no. I'm a Governors' whore, not just a plain 'ol Joe's." She joked back, giving that awkward half smile as a hand brushed back her raven locks from falling in her face. "You know, a red-room woman." Her eyes would turn back to her original drink as she took another swig, grimacing a bit before setting the glass back down. "I live in the Golden District of the Grand Palais." She stated, referring to his remark about him living nearby the pub. "But I come here more often than I am out there." Her reasons for this were more a skewed than he probably assumed. She came out here for business and she had 'friends' from here. In reality, most of them were students from the orphanage that had turned 18 before they were adopted, and sent into the real world with...well...no experience. They ended up in the bottom of the heap, struggling together to live and survive.

Kitanai tried her best to help them.

 

[Kokomo]

[Bump]

 

[Hanone]

Saemon watched the girl push back the drink she had purchased him and then more of her own. As she swallowed, his eyes followed the movement and he couldn't help but notice; she had a lovely throat. Once, in a time when he was in another time, he could have easily found himself taking her back somewhere and would find himself nibbling on the firm, creamy skin and caressing the back of it with his strong hand. The fact she had removed some of her arrogance and brought forth a good humor about her made her desirable. He would have wanted her... But that was Saemon from last year and the last ten years before that. But if he was honest, with his angry mind and disgruntled heart, was the past tense really the truth? Was it really 'would have wanted' instead of 'he did want?

Turning those thoughts away, the jounin leaned back in his chair, unconsciously putting a space between them. He was a loyal man. As odd as it is to say seeing as he held the affections of two women at that exact moment, he was a loyal man. He cared for each of his women differently and truly. His blue-eyed, raven haired Mio (who looked strikingly like the woman before him); young and needy and Koho, the more experienced and more passionate fire. He closed his eyes. Neither of them were here right now and suddenly he really wanted one of them to be. Instead he was in the bar speaking to another woman, a woman who smiled easily and flirted dangerously.

When his eyes reopened, he allowed himself to look her back in the eyes. He was unwavering this time. What he wanted to hide about himself was well hidden, deep within him somewhere. His dull blue eyes were dark in the dim bar, looking almost black in here. The small lines at the edges were from heavy work and stress from the shinobi life. The crack of a smile touched his lips as he made the mistake of looking down from her gaze this time, not to look away, but rather his eyes wanted to look at her; long legs and a strong, lean frame.

It was probably time to leave her company. Saemon stood up from his chair and leaned over the bar to push a hefty tip into the bartender's collection cup then stood with his hands propped on the slightly sticky bartop. He looked straight ahead at the bottles before addressing the girl once more. "I think I'm in need of a bed and clearer thoughts for the night. It was... interesting meeting you, Kiti-chan." His words were of leaving, yet he didn't make a move toward the door yet. He wasn't so rude he would just leave someone's company in rude haste.

 

[Hanone]

This man was very profound with silence. Kitanai could talk and talk and she would be left with a reply of silence. He'd just sit there, clearly mulling over important subject matters in his head. The sultry woman had been looked over many times in her life, for various reasons, but with the new breezy attitude she had equipped as he forced her to relax into a casual personality, she didn't even notice. Her eyes in a hard stare forward at the bartender: totally unaware of his eyes that so lustfully traced over her. Her smooth and milky skin, her cyan eyes, the stretch and length of her legs, and the toning muscles of her arms and abdomen. Her body carved of sweat and blood, and shed for this body that had been the essence of her manipulation.
The man leaned back in the bar chair, Kita swiveling her chair as she raised an arched black eyebrow at him, with a slight playful smile on her face. His eyes were closed as he leaned back, thinking again, and she sipped more casually from her glass this time. Saemon was oddly thoughtful for a man at a bar...
His eyes opened, and he looked towards her, not answering to any of her humor, but rather giving her that deep stare. His blue eyes were darker than hers, and they sat there for a moment, staring at each other before he broke the eye contact, and she watched his eyes slide down her frame. Her body was strong with a kiss of feminine qualities--but clearly a Shinobi. And his? His body was so worn, as though this was the first time he had relaxed in years.
Was he even relaxed?
He stood, pushing away from the stool as he looked at her again after dropping a hefty tip for the bartender. Kita couldn't help but wonder why he tipped such bad booze and unhygienic spaces. Perhaps that was just the critic in her talking.
Clearer thoughts? Most goodbyes didn't include that. The woman turned the stool, standing in front of him, the polite way of addressing someone who was about to leave. It was a bit cramped, as there wasn't much room between the bar, stools, and the towering man. "Oh, so soon?" Her tone seemed disappointed, as she had a lot of curiosities to inquire about this silent thinker, taking note that he used a personal honorific for her name. "And it was..." Her eyes dropped away from him to the side, and down, looking for a word, "Peculiar meeting you, Saemon-Kun." She returned the favor of the honorific, her eyes going back up to meet with his. Her tone matched his: a goodbye without leaving. Her eyes staring up at his, and her body unwavering, as though she was expecting him to say something more to her.
Sensing, perhaps, words unsaid on his tongue.

(written by kit, posted for her by me)

 

[Hanone]

If there were any words he wanted to say, he didn't give them. He sort of nodded at nothing, like a silent 'yes, alright that's good.' then began to step away from the bar. He needed to leave, pass out somewhere for a while and get back to his senses. His naturally long stride was slow, but measured. He wouldn't look back as he left the building, though he had a feeling he would end up meeting this woman again. Maybe for better, probably for worse.

Once he was outside, it was an easy thing to fall back into his years of training and as one with the shadows, he disappeared within them, heading back home.

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