Tama Needs a Bath. Seriously. (open yo)

[Toraono Michino]

The unnaturally illuminated streets of the village gave no delight to the wondering teenager dressed in beat-up dirty clothes that were covered in everything from primary elements to body fluids. He had been so deep in his research for the past few months that he literally had no desire to even make an appearance to the Sunan people. He passed his Genin exam and just seemed to disappear, and when he looked back on it the irony always struck Tama odd that he had in essence became the same as the owner of his first soul meal; a genin drop out. The only difference was that Tama did manage to graduate, just didn’t do anything with it that was helping out the village so far.

Hopefully this was about to change as rolled up and placed neatly into tubes were papers of grand importance that hung on his back. To the scientist and those who could understand them they contained some amazing discoveries he had sacrificed so much of his own life and free time to complete. Every last single one of them was going to be presented to the Steward in hopes of getting a state-funded grant to help push along his research, and with luck he would be able to afford that damn staff he desperately needed. That way he wouldn't be killing himself in the process of trying to unravel life’s greatest mysteries as Okibi had tried to teach him with her last visit. Despite the madness that swirled through the boy’s head constantly due to his aging disease and the constant lack of sleep, the words of that girl always struck home in his core forcing him to stop trying to fast forward to his adult hood and actually stop to be a kid. Today he would venture on down that path for just a brief moment as he stopped in front of a bathhouse/inn called the Bubbly Turtle because the boy seriously needed the bath. He wasn’t even sure what color his skin was anymore it just all looked so grey with splotches of black here and there.

It only took a second to register his name at the front desk and make the small payment for the night, (might as well sleep somewhere clean too), before he was lead back into the locker room for the men and handed a towel via a stick since apparently he smelled worse than he thought as the front desk person had a hand covering her mouth and her body placed by the door for quick escape. Nonchalantly Tama grasped the towel and hung it up on the corner of the locker after he opened it. He placed all his tubed documents inside of the metal box before he started the slow process of removing his dirty clothing, each piece going into the trash; he’d had to go buy new ones if he could afford it as there was no saving those. His eventual naked body was a canvas of artwork in the way there were odd markings on it. Not really scars, per say though those were here and there from research, but more like someone had taken hot metal that was twisted into an artistic style and branded upon the teenager’s flesh. He was quite literally covered from head-to-toe in this strange raised flesh which was in all reality another side-effect of his incredibly hard-to-control powers bestowed upon him by an ancient and a dead ancient. The only thing that Tama didn’t remove as he snatched the towel off the locker and kicked it shut was the silver ring that had almost as much design to it as his flesh did, and this self-made relic known as a “Pit Tear” was the only thing really keeping his body from breaking down into pure energy.

Once the boy reached the edge of the water he looked down into steaming heat to get a good look at his reflecting and almost made himself sick in the process. Dirt was just simply caked everywhere on his body and the beautiful silver blonde hair that had now grown down past his rear was the terrible color of dirty grey. His bi-colored eyes were really the only thing that shined clean and clear, which was really saying a lot considering how crazy he had been acting before Okibi finally found him a little while back; it reminded him briefly that people did exist.
Carefully Tama placed his left foot into the hot water cringing at both the sensation and how the water instantly turned colors the moment he dipped a toe. Yet with a stern willpower that had seen him through all his work he forced the rest of that foot and eventually his leg to be followed by the rest of his body as he began to wade into it, tossing the clean towel over to the edge as he made his way to the center of the water so he could dunk his dirty face deep down into the heated depths of the pool.

 

[Kokomo]

The eerie and illumines night as the best time for the types of quarrels and business that the brash woman endured. It was during these periods of time that she would get the money and the materials she was promised. A gauntlet attached to her wrist, and a deadly look in her eyes, she bounded from roof top to roof top of the Golden District before stopping upon a particularly flat roof top. Foreign blood dribbling from her hands, and a bit smeared across her cheek as she pushed herself off the side of the roof, and dangled from the gutter to slide into the 4th story window of the apartment: Her home.

It was a rare occasion that she used the door.

Moving across he bed room, the woman unlatched her gauntlet (which was actually a glove carrying three very large claw-blades) and set it inside it's case behind her clothes in the closet before moving into her small bathroom and rinsing the blood from her face and arms. The blood swirling down the drain without her much showing the tiniest bit of guilt.

From there, she turned on the shower and began to run the steaming and hot water, removing her stained clothes, and her skin sopping with sweat and dirt. However, living in an apartment, the shower wasn't the most dependable. An unknown black sludge began to drain from the shower head, the woman's face twisting in horror as she looked at it. "What the hell?" She murmured to herself, shutting it off carefully as it garbled and she groaned impatiently.

It appeared she'd have to reside with a new option.

Escaping through the window once more, and dropping to the ground below, dressed in a robe, the feline-like assassin moved herself down the street, a bag with clothes and money over her shoulder. The items would be needed for a public bath--something she wasn't too particularly fond of, but she needed to be cleansed before sleeping, or she wouldn't be getting much rest.

Entering the lobby, the woman paid forth the money, giving very little eye contact as she made her way into the woman's locker room. There appeared to be no one present as she undressed, and put her waist-length raven black hair down, and bundled up into a towel as she moved out to the three entrances of the bathhouses. Male. Female. Family. Turning her head to make sure no one was looking, the agile and slender woman hurried into the family bath house, hoping no one would be in there. Privacy in a bath house was rare, but preferred by the assassin.

She preferred not to be questioned about the various scars and blood.

But, however, as Kitanai moved into the bath house, she was stopped short by the sight of a man. She paused, hesitating for a moment, but her pride took hold of her, demanding she be graced with confidence and sexuality. She was, of course, the most sensual and manipulative sex of all species! If she knew what was best, she would use it!

Releasing the towel, her body curved, and pale white, she would set it upon a resting bar and glide into the water--hurrying to cover up her body with the suds and murky water. Her hair flowing around her in black pools as she averted her cyan-colored eyes away from the man. Her torso had been slandered in scars. Across her back, her stomach, her shoulders, and a few on her chest. They were mostly slash-scars, and a few stab wounds, and her eyes stayed steady on the water as she thought about her body for a moment. She was slender, with slight curves and an above-average bust, but most of her body was muscle.

"Well, it appears I am not the only awkwardly single person to wander into a family bath house." She commented, her bright blue eyes raising to look at him. The water just above the middle of her breasts, "I suppose I can't blame you--though it is a bit sketchy with it being so late." She joked.

In truth, Kita was a cocky and confident person. She was sarcastic and sometimes a bit rude, but honestly, she had no idea how to react. She was sitting, nude, in a bathhouse with a man she had never met before. Would anyone know how to react in the situation? Even introducing herself seemed provocative!

 

[Toraono Michino]

Tama’s head rose out of the murky water after an amazing display of holding his breath and scrubbing the hell out of his scalp to reveal it’s silvery luster though some of the grim still grasped and clung to his hair as he rose. His hands deftly moved up to gently cup water up to the hair and rinse it all slowly as he positioned himself into a full standing position. Water dripped down his body slowly revealing all that had been revealed by the scalding hot water, showing the wonders it did for the youth’s body, peeling away weeks of grime as his hands scrubbed over his stick thin frame. It was really amazing to think that he was even standing by the look of his rib lined torso and the sickly pale skin that was revealed beneath the dirt that, at least, kind of gave him a tan look.
It was true that he was very malnourished, to the point that he honestly shouldn’t even be able to walk, but there he stood simply scrubbing away at the filth that caked him. Yet the more hid did that the more he felt a rising sickness in his gut as he revealed to himself for the first time in weeks what he had become. It was ironic when you really thought about it, considering his entire goal was to seek a cure for himself and only managed to make it worse.
Oh of course there was a good chance he could cure himself now. The charts and blueprints he had rolled up in that locker contained a few well hidden secrets that many in the scientific community would kill to be able to patent. In essence he was able to break down the human shell down to the basic atom and in doing so was able to come up with the formula to create another shell for his soul to reside in…if all went according to plan anyways. It was quite obvious to him now that mortals were not built to take in the souls of other beings, but the main backfire to his consumption was the fact that it tapped into some kind of ancient power deep in the wells of his being. The power was similar to his master’s in potential he guesstimated and thus was not meant to be handled by the hands of mere humans; Tama was walking proof of this as he gained nearly three years of age during his time of seclusion though only a half a year or so had passed. Though aging was the least of the genius’s problems as he wasn’t sure how much the Human Shell would be able to handle when it came to using his full strength. Perhaps he would have to see about creating multiple shells for him to inhabit in case one starts to disintegrate from the massive amounts of energy.

The boy stopped scrubbing his body for a moment and selected a part of his wrist that was still quite dirty and started scribbling out math into the wet grime to counter check the calculations of how far the shells could handle and how much more could be added before the core become unstable. It was during this time that the youth felt the water ripple against his hipbone alerting him obvious; someone else was in the pool with him. He decided that it was be within his best interest to look up and see exactly who was wading into the pool with him when his eyes caught one thing in particular – breasts. Apparently a female had decided to join him in this extraction of filth from their bodies. He was certainly a man who preferred his privacy above all else and was about to say as much when she remarked that they had both decided to use the co-ed/family bath area.

He had thought they were all just single baths for as much as he paid. Perhaps that was just a down payment for the cleaning crew that was going to be needed to get the muck out of the pool.

His bi-colored eyes began to look the woman over, moving away from the first thing that naturally attracted his eyes to the rest of what body was revealed. He wasn’t doing this out of a perversion though he couldn’t see how she could complain since she voluntarily entered this arrangement the moment she stepped into a hot tub with a guy. Nay, Tama eye raped Kitanai in the name of science in the form of sociology. The very first thing he noticed were the scars, the places they resided, and the familiar scent of blood that drifted away from the water near her arms. The woman before him was used to fighting and could very well be dangerous – perhaps even a spy sent by a rival scientist to seduce/murder him right when he finally had the chance to premier his work to the Steward. It wasn’t like it was the first time such a thing had occurred to the rapidly aging youth. Whenever he ever did get away from his research just to let him mind take a small break in the bar next door to his lab, there was always a woman there waiting and looking for him. This was partly the reason he hadn’t bathed in so long either as it got to a point that no one could stand to be near him, though this eventually got him kicked out of the bar as well which caused him to be so secluded no one could speak to him anyways.

With paranoia in mind the scientist backed away a little bit turned his eyes up to watch her face and reactions as he decided to begin scrubbing hard at the math problem on his wrist.
“I find it even more sketchy that you, being female, would decide to get into a bath where there is only a male there. I’m sure most men would think they hit the jackpot but I’m on to you…”, Tama said as he squinted his eyes at the mysterious woman, pointing two fingers at his own eyes before reversing them to point at her.

Be damned if he wasn’t able to somehow make it to the Steward’s office before “sunrise”.

 

[Kokomo]

Those eyes, those strange bi-colored eyes, latched onto her, even though she had tried so hard to drop into the secrecy of the water. She sunk even lower as she realized the nude mounds that just barely elevated about the water were even a distraction. His eyes locked onto her bosom causing even the sexual prowess to feel awkward.

Kita wasn't some hoity-toity virgin by any means. In fact, she was an experienced lover with a major in seduction. But, even despite her love for teasing and drawing men in by the chin, this man's blank and unimpressed gaze--no--scientific analysis--caused even her to feel as though she was the smallest and ugliest creature that had ever walked the Earth.

Eventually, his eyes clicked upwards, back towards her face, and she tried her best not to snarl at him for being exceptionally unfocused. However, he was quick to accuse her. Kitanai's eyebrows raised in a moment of surprise as he pointed his jagged fingers at her in a threatening manner. "Whoa, what?" Kita broke in, shaking her head as a laugh began to echo through the bath house. "Oh, darling," She laughed some more, clearly thinking he was joking, "I'm almost positive I could take on just about any man who wandered into here--with one hand." It wasn't really bluffing to her, because she thought he was joking, it seemed fair that she would joke back. However, if Tama had taken himself and her both seriously, it could have come off differently.

"Don't be biting the hand before it feeds you," She acknowledged, taking a rag from behind her as she began to drag it slowly up and down her arms to try and rid of the flesh and blood stench. "I'm not here to steal your virginity and kill you in your sleep," Oh, sweet irony, it was an act she had done far too many times. And clearly, from the way he stared, he was more of a virgin than most of the 12 year old boys she had met in her life time. What a gaze he had!

"My shower broke, and I prefer my privacy away from those gabbing women." Her eyes stayed locked on her arm were she scrubbed the crusting-blood from the hairs on her arm. Kita seemed to be gaining back her cocky attitude, realizing the man before her was either a joker, or totally mad. Either, she could take better than a gawking rapist.

 

[Toraono Michino]

Tama’s eyes narrowed a bit either out of a cautionary glare or through a sudden massive form of concentration, but the effect made the boney human seem even more reclusive than he already did. It was a strange form of paranoia that he had developed during his months of seclusion after a string of tragic events. He wasn’t always so reclusive to the point of starving himself both physically and socially. In fact he had once held a rather odd relationship with a pink-haired girl, was a celebrated mind in the community and carried “a hopeful future” with his bright outlook on studies. He had found himself a powerful master who had unlocked a potential he hadn’t even begun to realize until recently, perfect marks in the Academy, and had managed to take down a terrorist cell down in the Back Way.
However three months ago another tragedy rushed into his life only a week after losing his mother to the aforementioned terrorist cell; he lost his lab partner.

There are few people in the scientific community how know just exactly how cut-throat things can get. With so many extremely intelligent individuals living in Suna the “next great idea” was always trying to be pushed forward to gain recognition and a quick access into the “Sunan Elite Society”; not to mention the royalties would set any scientist for life. Thus sometimes one scientist will try to steal an idea from another and patent it fast while dispatching of the original creator so that it’s never questioned, then begin to expand on the stolen idea to collect more status and money. It was always a risky game that involved an incredible amount of spy work before making even a single move against a self-made rival and stealing even a single idea.
Sometimes death wasn’t always a necessary part of the science game, sometimes all it takes is finding an idea that was left to gather dust and then removing every and all copies of that idea from the victim before patenting it. By using this method it still allows you to keep a tab on this person in case they create something else revolutionary and it’s nearly foolproof too due to how forgetful most men of science could be when focusing on different projects. This was not the case for Tama though, and when he found out that he had been stung by another high minded individual all he could see was red.

It all started when he returned to his lab work after avenging his mother, deciding that it would be in his best interests to continue studying about the ever-continuing mysteries of his body. It was already odd enough that he was able to channel the power of a dead Ancient through his blood, but also in doing this aged his body rapidly. In a single night he had aged three years from the constant consumption of souls and wreaking havoc on the Back Ways. After a little theory and practice he learned that using the Ancient’s magic was drawing Tama’s shell towards its mortal end due to the theory that the power of an Ancient was infinite through all time and could easily reemerge anywhere in history. A mortal could not handle these powers unless they too were immortal like Mikaboshi was, in a sense. The power of an Ancient in a mortal body was akin to a camp fire; the flames will eventually devour the wood that fuels it. With that in mind Tama decided to try and build a device that would harvest nature energy that would layer over his chakra coil and provide an alternative fuel source for the holy energy. The device would could of course be used in different applications such as its obvious use – a second chakra coil. Not to mention its potential for allowing a shinobi to train combining nature chakra into their power to enhance elemental capabilities.
The work that would be required to make something of this caliber was going to require at least one more great mind at Tama’s disposal and it was then that he got the “great” idea of hiring on someone to help him accomplish this device; her name was Tetsaya.
She stood about five feet, two inches with long blue hair and tawny eyes. Her skin was like that of a porcelain dolls and she seemed to frail and innocent, but she was able to disprove any of that when she approached the scientist in the bar located next to his lab.
Tama was sitting at the bar enjoying some fruity concoction the new bartender had whipped up for him when this girl blatantly sat down next to him, slapped a piece of paper down on the bar top and slid it over towards him. This was his first taste of the Science Game for when he looked down at the paper he recognized what everyone else would only see as gibberish as a possible working theory for his latest invention. He had only mentioned it in theory, only as a counter to someone else’s idea, and had spoken nothing of it since. It was something that he figured no one else would ever even think of trying but there was the same formula he had created next door with some extra parameters that better stabilized dangerous components of early parts.
“Your ideas are in danger, Tama,” She whispered to him as he gazed at the paper with blatent recongiton, “And so is your life if you’re not careful. I can help…for a fee.”
With a quick hand Tama covered the paper and then set it aflame with a bit of his energy – the bartender ignored it knowing better than to stop him. He turned those bi-colored eyes to the girl, instantly attracted to the odd color of her hair and simply nodded. He would accept her help in this endeavor but only because he knew he would need it desperately in the final stages.

Nearly a month later Tama found himself with a great deal of respect for the girl as she easily became a great lab partner, picking up where he left off and vice-versa, and because of this ended up somewhat close to one another. Geniuses were very lonely people no matter how many friends or loved ones they had, because no one but another of their mental level would be able to fully understand them. For Tama and Tetsaya to know each other was to know a strange sense of peace and excitement on both of their parts. Every morning the teenager rose from his bed with his heart singing knowing that he would spend time with the blue-haired girl and never miss a beat with his work. Of course it was only a matter of time before the game would catch up with them…and destroy both of their lives, shattering and illusion of happiness for being smart.
On the last morning of the month in question Tama entered his lab to find it oddly empty. Gone was all the work he had done with Tetsaya, gone was most of his lab equipment, and gone was the blue-haired girl that was always there to greet him when he came in. All that was left to him was a note on one of his lab tables, pinned there with a small magnet. It told to him sweet lies of her love for him and his mind, but she had been working for another scientist who had an eye on him since he had outsmarted the Steward with his math. It also admitted that she was supposed to seduce and murder him as well, that her hair wasn’t blue but red, and how sorry she truly was, and the fear of her master’s wrath for not killing him. With a heavy heart the scientist crumpled the paper in his hand and simply stood there with not a single thought in his mind for at least an hour that day.

A week later the news reported the death of a red-haired girl by mercury poisoning.

The reality of everything came rushing back to Tama as his hands continued to absentmindedly rub at what little grim still remained attached to his flesh. Could he trust this buxom beauty to even so much as bathe with him after such a comment that held a double entendre? He decided no, probably not, not after Tatsaya’s unfortunate end...but he really didn’t feel like trying to kill anything today considering he was really trying to simply relax before his meeting tomorrow; so he would try a scare tactic.

“Be that as it may, I wouldn’t recommend staying in the water with me too long lest you wish to suffer whatever it is I’m scrubbing off of my skin. Base elements, blood, disease, chemicals that could possibly have adverse reactions with combined with water for an extended period of time….who knows what your swimming in there jugs.”

Ah yes! A stinging name called to point back at her breasts! Most women found this offensive in his study on this subject.

 

[Kokomo]

More silence. What was this guy robotic? It felt like forever. Him just sitting there, staring blankly into a space he had created in his own mind. It was almost like he had gone into a coma of sorts, and had Kita cared for him in any sort of way, she may have moved to check on him. But, this woman, was a heartless bitch. She could really care less if he was alright or not, so she took the opportunity to grab the mineral soap she brought and a cloth and begin to rub down her right hand, the one she had spilled blood on. Using the tip to fork out any crusted blood under her nails into the murky water.

As she worked on her own grime, the man seemed to snap back, his breathing regulating as she looked up from the presence of his life form coming back to consciousness. She simply stared at him for a moment, half expecting him to of claimed to of seen God in a dream, or something, based off of the way he had stared so blankly. It had been a cold and lifeless stare--no, wait, maybe that was just the boy's face.

He made a remark about the water, the woman's head looking down into the water. She couldn't see her own body, it was so filthy. Which, in a way, was better for her--as that meant he couldn't either. "I feel as though that's your way of trying to get me out of here," She leaned forward, sneering a bit, "Trying to get a peek at my ass, no doubt! I knew you were a sleaze!" She accused, rolling her eyes as he continued his ramble.

Jugs?

"Oh, how original, pipsqueak." She scoffed, her eyebrow raising as she gave him a cold and hard stare. "Did your mommy teach you that word?" Her voice was mocking and high-pitched in a clear 'fuck you' attitude. Now it was her turn to take a few jabs at him. This man--boy--was as far from masculine as she had seen in awhile. He was small, malnourished, and, well, blonde. He had hardly filled out at all, and she was questioning if he had even gone through puberty. Perhaps, that was why he stared: he hadn't even seen a female nude yet. The possibility of this way high. No woman wanted to have sex with a malnourished stick.

He might break.

 

[Toraono Michino]

Such childish words bombarded Tama’s ears as his hand idly moved up and down his arm; was this woman really trying to taunt him? On a whim the boy could easily activate powers that were beyond her mortal grasp and fry her along with every last bit of dirt with her. Yet he chose not to, for reasons he could not explain. Before he could present his ideas to the Steward he needed to “feast” to get into peak physical condition, and here was a soul worthy of being stolen if ever there was one…yet…

Tama slowly raised his left hand up to his face to study it, completely ignoring the woman trying to goad him into the saints knew what. This hand alone has seen the death of a few men, the dissection of their bodies, and the cage that grasped upon their souls in the end waiting to be the meal of a mortal trying to break his chains. His bi-colored eyes shifted back to stare at the woman for just a second more before deciding it was best to simply call this bath as good as done and go hunting; the rest would come off then.
Slowly the scientist wadded over to the edge, pressed his palms against the ledge and pushed down to lift his body out of the water and reveal the malnourished skin-clinging to-skeleton body that was his own. With what seemed like strength coming from somewhere other than his own the boy easily stood up and began to wetly pad himself nude over towards the door where he rounded the corner towards the lockers rather fast.

In the distance away from the pool a loud crashing noise broke the otherwise silent bathhouse. Two forms reemerged onto the scene again, this time Tama and another woman who had the eyes of a real predator, locked in battle as one nude and the other clothed wrestled for the upper hand. Back and forth the two traded blows and grapples until they both rolled back into the water where this entire night for the scientist started to go bad.
With a quick blow to the chin the teen managed to escape the woman’s grasp in order to break the surface and breathe again, constantly moving away from her as she recovered from the attack. Without further hesitation the wheezing near dead boy reached his left hand down to the ring on his right hand, twisted the setting, and popped the gem inside of it out before taking it and swallowing the rock like a pill. Tama turned in time to see a fist collide with his face and actually knock him back out of the pool. His hands raised up to wipe at the burning sensation the chakra attack left as his female assailant continued to stalk him down.

 

[Kokomo]

And, yet again, the rude child-man-thing ignored her. What the hell was his problem? Staring deeply at his hand as though it'd tell him the secrets of the world, or something like that. She just watched him as he dragged himself out of the pool, and she gave a hefty huff, standing and grabbing her towel, wrapping it around herself as she moved for the female locker room, as the man rounded the other corner. How rude.

Standing in the locker room, hurriedly putting her pajamas back on, the flustered woman lifted a moist cigarette to her lips, pulling a lighter up to try and light it with little success. Her eyebrows furrowing as she clicked it a few times, trying to get the humid paper to light, but unsuccessfully. It was during this struggle, that the splash was heard.

The woman, with her black hair braided down her back, damp against her back, turned quickly, the unlit cigarette still in her mouth as she rounded the corner to the area where a soaked battle began. The young man plopping a pill in his mouth as she gave him a hit that sent him scooting across the pool room.

The cigarette dropping to the tile was the only noise made by the other assassin in the room. Her quick and quiet feet stalking silently around the pool as the woman dragged herself out of the pool and moved towards the crumpled body of the naked boy. Kitanai's eyes glowing that bright cyan blue--that of a bengal tiger in the tall grass of a jungle as the woman reached down to grab him, Kita's arms gripped her forehead and the back of her head. Her triceps flexed, and within seconds, she had snapped the neck of the unknown and aggressive female. Her hands twisting with a smooth and clearly practiced move as she released the body that fell like a paper doll to the floor.

"You ought to be more careful..." She said quietly, her eyes staring down at the body of the woman as she crouched down, closing her wide eyes for a more peaceful death. "You're going to get yourself killed."

A better question was what this woman wanted him dead for.

No wait.

Even better question.

How was she going to get this body out of a public bathhouse?

 

[Toraono Michino]

Crap. Crap, crap, craaaaap.

It was all Tama could think as a would be assassin started to close in on him. He turned his body over slowly to look up at his attacker as he tried desperately to digest the stone he consumed – within would be enough for him to use his powers uninhibited – but it didn’t look like he was going to make it. He raised his arm in defense and sent a bolt of chakra up into his skin to try and deflect the attack when his bi-colored eyes caught sight of two slender hand sliding up around the killer’s head. The teenager never saw the movement, didn’t hear his bath partner re-enter, or anything of that nature; it was terrifying. Then with a movement so quick and simple his assailant was on the ground crumpled up like a rag doll. His eyes slowly wondered up to look at the hunter’s glow in Kitani’s eyes and for the first time since his birth did he know true fear. Staring down the Ancient Mikaboshi seemed like an easier feat than to keep eye contact with the woman any longer than a few seconds.

“C-comprimised! I’ve been targeted again!” he yelled as panic and confusion ruled over his brain and demanded that he get his tail in gear and get moving out of that bathhouse. He didn’t stop to thank the woman for stopping what surely would have been his end for fear that they were rival assassins trying to get the big check waiting for the return of the scientist’s head.
Slipping and sliding the bone-thin boy ran nude through the bathhouse until he reached his locker that he nearly tore the door off the hinges trying to grab his materials before running out into the street still as naked as he was when he got out. He was going to have to sequester himself again and try to show his idea off another time…it was still too dangerous!

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