The Assassin Secret [Private/Tama]

[Kokomo]

The woman was delightfully met with her request as the man exited the restaurant, paying fully for her meal. Of course, thinking he would part, she ate her meal at a slower pace, taking her time to savor the delicious treat she rarely got to enjoy. Especially with something as foreign and unique as the imported ice tea that they received. It had a fruity flavor, but she had never tasted the specific kind, leaving her in a rut for the flavor it really was.

Nonetheless, the pathetic hooker stood, smoothing out her wrinkled dress as she exited the diner, barefooted, with her heels in hand. Her delicate and fair skinned fingers wiping at the smeared eyeliner under her eyes as she moved further down the street, already past the halfway point to her apartment---as she was on her way there in the first place previously.

Her apartment was on the third floor of many slum-like places, but the inside was a lot different than most. It was a single roomed apartment, that appeared virtually untouched. The windows were boarded up from a previous brush with a hostage of hers, and part of the wall facing the outside had a large hole blown through it--from said hostage's crazy parents. She simply slid her large velvet curtains in front of it, assuming anyone who came in wouldn't find anything to steal anyways. Kitanai was rarely home, and things would seem almost untouched save for the minor darker spots on the wooden floor from bloodstains--not completely noticeable, but assassins have good eyes.

The slender woman moved into the only other room in the apartment, a bathroom, which had a small somewhat glazed window in it for the sake of saving chaka light and money, and that would be where she would begin her transformation. Stripping from the clingy little black dress, the shoes thrown to the side as she let her messy hair out and stepped her slender nude body into her small shower. Kitanai took fairly quick showers, due to the paranoia of being caught unarmed and completely vulnerable in it, so it didn't take long for her to wipe her face clean and wash her hair before she would step out and wrap her body in a towel--smelling freshly of vanilla, as she always did.

Brushing her long gently tossed raven locks back, she dried it off, not aware that she was holding up the attention of her new 'business partner'. She didn't bother with any makeup (not that that beautiful, high cheekboned, stunning eyed, fair skinned beauty needed any) as she moved out of the bathroom with a black towel wrapped and tied around her body easily as she began to make herself a cup of coffee:

She was going to need it.

 

[Toraono Michino]

Continued from Here

~iNPC Uzumoreru Toushin​

Uzu was indeed a very patient man to wait as long as he did before she came out of the diner. His black eyes followed her carefully as to watch her body movements and read how she would be in battle, in bed, and in wit simply by carefully attending to which muscles moved were. It was a special rare assassin technique that was taught to the Uzumoreru when they are children by destroying all of their senses except for touch and sight, and then let them loose in the Back Streets at nightfall. A great deal make it back from this test alive, but only the rare few do it without having some part of their conscious destroyed – Toushin had been one of those few.
Ever since the start he was always a step ahead of the pack. Not only had he been the first Uzumoreru to be blessed with the Death Blood in over two centuries, he was equally gifted in both mind and body from the good genes of his parents. The tests that had all but destroyed all traces of humanity in most of the “Soldier Class” of the Uzumoreru were but mere jokes to the mind trap that was the assassin’s brain; his ascension to the Royal Class was practically set in stone.
Only three assassins in the clan’s history had ever made it to that class of power, and all three ruled the Uzumoreru into golden ages. The last to rule died almost twenty years ago and the clan found itself in a terrible power vacuum as it left the Nobel Class to squabble amongst themselves who would rule next rather than actually try to keep their hidden name powerful like Toushin did every damn day. His return from his three year mission was sure to cause some waves, but until that time he was still on an extended vacation. Hell, only two of his family members even knew he was still alive, and they were smart enough to stay silent.

Following Kitanai was easy enough as he hopped along roofs and walked alongside walls with the guile of a shadow. The girl obviously wasn’t trying to elude him which was fortunate in some aspects but it left something to be desired. Uzu was aching for a good thrill of the hunt but this would have to do for now; she may yet surprise him.
When she entered the single room apartment in the slums the assassin could not help but smirk again. It was the same damn building he had come so close to killing Tama in, it was almost a shock that Kitanai didn’t try to kill the “creature” herself in at least an attempt at securing her location; perhaps she was just that sure of herself, Uzu would find out.
Entering the apartment did not keep her from his prying black eyes as he leaped onto the wall of the building and slowly crawled up towards the small window of her bathroom, peeping in for a moment to see her undressing – catching another smirk from the assassin – before skittering over to the giant hole in the wall. There he would stay and listen, waiting as a master of ultimate patience that he had already once before proved for her to finish this act of hygiene.

The patience paid off, it seemed, as the sound of her damp feet tapping against the wooden floor alerted him of the new presence in the single room apartment. Placing his hands into a seal the assassin awakened his chakra coil and “pulsed” it for a second to activate the powers hidden in his rich black blood.
A black figure would be seen dashing in through the curtains to distract Kitanai so Uzu could simple slip in with his back to the wall and slowly start to push his way up it towards the ceiling like a creature from an Anne Rice novel. He slowly positioned himself over the woman before letting go and dropping down without a single sound. His arms would dart around the female, his left pinning her left arm by holding his arm tight against her chest while his right swiveled up under her parallel arm and stopped at her neck in a choking position. Uzu leaned his face in close to her own and took a deep breath of her clean scent to compare to the one she wafted at her earlier in the restaurant; there was only the subtle change in dirt to the expert tracker.
“I told you not to let your guard down…” he whispered into her ear.

 

[Kokomo]

Coffee was bland as usual. The bitter taste of not enough water, and a poorly used filter. Kitanai was, in hindsight, one of the worst cooks in the city. Not only could she not make anything food wise, but even her coffee was bad. The odd iron taste leaving it with the odd metal after taste that she couldn't shake. Nonetheless, she was used to it, and regretfully sipped it to get her morning wake up.

Only to feel the breeze catch the curtain, her head turning slowly, and almost bored. It was as though she didn't give a second thought to potential danger, a coffee cup in her hand and a slow sip as her eyes flickered towards the window, just as a body dropped from the ceiling, catching her at the chest and neck.

The coffee cup crashed to the wooden floor, shattering around her petite feet as she flexed them, her eyebrows scowling as she sucked in a deep breath. He had her, and made a cocky remark, her eyes flickering as she was--to be completely honest--a little turned on. It was sexy, really.

Her body would flicker a few times, such that of a bad movie. Literally appearing and disappearing quickly before the image would shatter. The atoms that would make up Kitanai splitting and slipping between his finger tips like an odd liquid as she warped in front of him, her arms crossed, holding the towel fervently over her body as she gave him a disappointed scowl.

"That was my favorite cup." She huffed softly, gritting her teeth as she flipped her luscious black waves over her shoulder and leaned down to pick up the large shards and stare at them. Yes, that was all she was really concerned about. "You broke it," She muttered, "My favorite god damn coffee cup." Her hands would then encase the shards, bring them together as even the small pieces of china dust on the floor swirled around her finger tips and between her hands as she pulled them away to reveal a repaired, but empty, cup. Placing it back on the counter, abusing her jutsu by using a bit of liquid manipulation to throw the coffee from the floor into the sink, she leaned back on the counter with her ass, her hands positioning themselves to press against it behind her. Ah, yes, the beautiful power of the Seikon. Atom manipulators. Time shifters. Space warpers. Physic defiers. Though, Kita had a tendency to over use such a blessing, and perhaps, abuse it.

"Welcome, Uzu."

[OOC: Curse action for making watered down posts.]

 

[Toraono Michino]

Oh, so she was one of those, hmm?

Toushin was well versed with the Seikon bloodline as it held a very special place in his heart, and seeing it again after so long brought a painful smirk to the assassin’s lips; even if it was someone getting away from him.

His half brother was a Seikon, Uzumoreru Hoiru, and was a genius far beyond the capabilities of his older sibling. The brother to Uzu was special in his clan for in the way that he awakened the blood heritage that was blessed to all assassins after their first kill.
It was all really morbid really. You were set up in a room with healing seals written into special tags that were placed all over your body. Then, they killed you; one-hundred times.

The Uzumoreru were always pioneers in the jutsu arms race and were developers of some of the more frightening techniques used by some of the Suna ANBU to this day. Of course a great deal of their power remains secret to that only the clan deems worthy and even only the higher order of assassins are even allowed to know the secret behind the blooding ritual they place their younglings through.
It is known that the Uzumoreru clan are known users of the Chigokai bloodline, what is not known is that it’s a stolen technique. The Chigokai clan was never bled into the Uzumoreru at any point in history, but before they joined the First Men in their march across Suna they were at odds with each other. After a few bodies were recovered intact, and according to the records one alive, the clan fished the secret of the blood control technique out of them, but in order to use it they had a undergo a dark ritual that tainted their chakra coil with death. This allows the coil to leak into the bloodstream of the clan members, turning their blood that infamous black their known for.

Upon Hoiru’s one-hundredth death, his blood turned white.

To this day it is unknown if somehow there was a hidden trace of that clan’s power hidden deep within his brother’s genetic coding, or if somehow he was able to alter the ritual to his favor, but within days of his awakening he became a legend. The speed and certain death of that ability to control everything down to the primal level was a technique that quickly became envied as it was awed. The last Toushin had seen of the younger brother he had been sent out into the upper world on a highly dangerous secret mission in order to secure the Uzumoreru place in the upper world; Kami help the world.

Still the nostalgia was a welcomed sight to see even as she scolded him for breaking a cup she was clearly capable of fixing. His black eyes followed her confident movements with an eagerness that was rarely known to the man, but then again he was rarely planning to be with a woman that could kill him as easily as he could her. The fact that he knew she was wearing nothing but a towel wasn’t helping to hide the eagerness shining through the golden amber of his irises, nor did propping herself up against the counter. Toushin had a feeling that the hunt he had craved for earlier was to be met her in the small apartment. His eyes flickered back to the corner where the bed/mattress was located and back to her. The assassin wasn’t sure how she wanted to play this game of sex and death, but a hidden blood clone in the shadows gave him a very slight upper hand if she decided to play unfair with that beautiful warping ability.
His feet walked across the floor gently, the boots covering his feet fading away in the form of black smoke as he let go a part of his blood armor technique that he used for his clothing – it had loads of convince. Uzu’s bare feet continued to make not a sound as they stopped before her own, his hips somewhat close to her own as he showed no manner of fear at all; more like something akin to cockiness really. What would be her first move, he wondered as he leaned his face closer to hers’. Would she go for the knife on the counter? A knee to the groin, or, perhaps even a play into the seduction before trying to jam a blade into his kidney. It was all quiet more exciting, even more so than completing a mission one had spent three years on.

“It’s an honor to be your invited guest, I’m sure…”

 

[Kokomo]

Seemingly unimpressed, the man moved towards her, entering her personal bubble as his eyes looked her over, and she decided to play the familiar cat and mouse game. It wasn't something she was used to, being particularly flirty and fun, but at the same time, she couldn't help herself. It was almost like it was too easy to turn the tables on him, and she couldn't miss the opportunity.

Turning her head away after giving him a brief look over, she slipped between him and the counter to walk past him and towards the small hall that lead to the entrance door. Leaning against it as she locked it, and gave a peek through the small peep-hole before opening one of the mirror-doors that hid a closet. "More than an honor," She said, seemingly to answer his question from earlier, "More like... a knightly quest," Pun intended.

Meanwhile, in the hall, she changed, with a surprising amount of skill. Sliding her underwear on under the towel, and hooking her bra over it to never reveal anything 'precious' to keep the imagination going as she took the towel off and threw it into a basket inside the closet, left in lacy black lingerie as her head turned to face Uzumoreru, "Aren't you uncomfortable, dear? It must be awfully hot." Her sultry voice cooed from her raspberry colored lips as her black tussled hair fell past her shoulders and down her back as she leaned to look at him. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable." She teased as she moved out of the hall and back into the main room.

Her body was fair and littered with beauty marks. Each inch toned as each Shinobi should be, leaving her with the attractive lean look to her. A glistening diamond belly button ring in her naval as well as 6 or 7 variously placed small diamond earrings in each ear showed minute body modifications that made her sparkle and appear richer than she actually was.

Expensive was Excellent.

 

[Toraono Michino]

Oh, such charm…for a tease.

If the assassin had been a lesser man, the appearance of Kitanai in her new clothing would have made his nose bleed profusely, and even then he couldn’t help but widen his eyes a little. Too many years of quick, disguised, and often uneventful unless he specifically made plans otherwise, sex, had left him too dull to the idea of body entanglement with another human being. In other words, Toushin had forgotten what the game was like because no one had ever bothered to challenge him; you’d be amazed what you can get away with even with covering your lower face.
At her suggestion the man smiled as he leaned back against the counter to watch her move with the deadly grace that a true shinobi carried. It had no flaws, which was rare for her age given how she seemed to live on the side, and he could just feel the killer call to him with her body. Even the jewelry, which never had before impressed Uzu, seemed to enhance her image when she moved past him, the light of the apartment actually managing to capture a perfect image.

Lifting his right hand up to the front of his jacket, Toushin gripped it and pulled turning the clothing into pure smoke that lifted and faded away into the air. It revealed a deeply scarred upper body that spoke not only of his early life as an assassin but of the harsh training that was inflected upon the young of his clan. Of course if she used jewelry to enhance her image than Toushin would have to up the bet and remove something he almost never took off.
His mask.
Grabbing at the material with his hand he actually pulled away real cloth instead of his blood armor jutsu to reveal a handsome face destroyed by the scars of his hardest training – the two marks upon the corners of his mouth that kept himself from ever being able to smile. A smirk every now and again was okay but even then the tug of the scars was painful.

With a quick few steps he crossed the small distance in the studio apartment and grazed his hand across the lower part of her bare back as he stepped before her almost in dance and took her hand out of nowhere and then…actually did begin to dance. Uzu drew her body in close to his own before she could even react and began to move them about the room in a graceful waltz that spoke of the man’s continued skill and finesse. There was no music, but this was all of course for a distraction as when the assassin did finally stop his random waltz with the woman in a bend of her body he would end it so she would see the bottle of chilled whiskey in the metal ice-filled bucket; upside down albeit.
Toushin was quite the talented man with that blood clone.

 

[Kokomo]

The clothes seemed to evaporate, leaving him half nude and littered with as many scars as she had beauty marks. The young woman herself only had two, one from her right hip down her thigh a ways, and one on the left side of her stomach. At least, they were the only major scars. The rest were small and barely noticeable.

But his face was much more grotesquely twisted than hers, and caused her eyebrows to raise slightly as he moved towards her and caressed his body closer to his as she gave an amused smirk, "Oh, my, someone's got some experience under his belt," He'd begin to move her slowly into a dance as she smirked, "No wonder you're financially troubled, I bet the whore you keep seeing is very high class." Her lips kept their poise, along with her straight posture as she watched him carefully.

His body would moved her skillfully as her eyes caught a chilled bottle of whiskey, and her eyes lit up like a child's, "Oooooo!" She cried gleefully as she moved towards it, and gave him a suspicious look, "Is this for me, or do you think you're going to need it?" Kitanai laughed, a bright glimmer in her eyes as her throat went dry with craving.

 

[Toraono Michino]

She would never see the grimace behind the emotional mask that was still present.

Upon her words about his choice in woman and the experience and class he was showing all of sudden invoked memories of where he learned everything from.
Assassins were taught three methods to kill a person during their training. The first was Physical, learning how to destroy the body as brutally and quickly as possible which covered all their physical training for the first ten years of their lives. Then Mental, where the children of the Uzumoreru’s minds were honed from brutal instinct to cunning murderers that could trick a person with a simple turn of phrase. When they turned into their full pubescent years they were then taught the art of seduction until they became considered full adults at the age of sixteen then unleashed on their first full assignment.

Toushin’s first assignment was possibly the only death he regretted. He could no longer remember her name at all but his mind easily recalled the fiery red hair and the body that any man could, and often did, kill for. She was the up and coming voice in the lower parts of Sunagakure when they first started to become oppressed. Her voice of courage and love for the people really brought hope to the poor who only wanted to be looked at as equals by those of the higher castes. Uzu had been sent in posing as a one of the poor who fell in love with her words of power and courage, which wasn’t too far from the truth as some of them still rung in his mind. With his charm and back story as an escaped slave from the surface he lured her into his trap, found the secret she was planning to use that could have easily toppled the government of Suna, and then silenced her.
The look of betrayal in her eyes still brought a twinge of pain in Toushin’s heart when he recalled the unfortunate incident of his first mission. He had been so close to saving her…

----
Ten Years Ago​

The patrol was hot on their tails, and Uzu had done literally everything in his power to shake them, but Sunagakure ANBU were wise on the techniques of the Uzumoreru and knew how to dodge them. They hounded the two lovers as they wound themselves down the tunnels in search of what he had told her was where he had found a secret entrance to Suna. From the story he told it was a cave within a cave, that would lead out to the border of the Wind Country where the storm wasn’t as bad. The only sad part was that the whole thing had been a lie, Toushin knew it was a lie, and yet here he was with a woman he had fallen in love with searching for that lie.
It had all been so futile and he had known all along in the back of his head, but…he was sixteen and this woman had shown honest complete trust him…something the assassin had never felt before and never would again. She had shown him the utter corruption that invaded the market district and how all the noble families that held the strongest ties in the market was doing nothing but hoarding all that money so that they could make large investments with the rare traders that were wile enough to make it through the storm system. She had information that could topple all of them at once and reveal all the corruption to the Kazekage so that he could clean house and assign those honest from the poor to take over…unfortunately the evidence she held never came to light.

The lovers were cornered in the dead-end of a tunnel, and while hugging in what was supposed to be a tender moment good-bye, Uzu slipped the edge of his blade in-between her ribs and straight into the heart. His job was to make sure that the information she held was never released to anyone and if the ANBU had gotten a hold of her they would find out. The look of betrayal in those emerald eyes just kept asking “why”, and all Uzu could do to reply was pull off the fake plastic face that covered up the famous scarred features of an Uzumoreru Assassin. Those cold golden amber eyes watched with a broken heart as she gasped her last…

----​

“Whores?” Uzu said as he released her and walked towards the a fore questioned alcohol, “My dear I never pay for anything I could have for free…”

A blood knife emerged from his wrist as he cut the wax sealing off the whiskey and opened the bottle to allow a mellow scent of warm citric spices fill the air as he pulled two 8-ball glasses from the ice, fill them with the frozen water cubes and poured the golden liquid.
“Also I seriously doubt we’ll need this at all, but I know how to treat a lady who knows the taste of the finer things,” he picked up the bottle and gazed at the label, “ Sazankonfōto, vintage flavor. They store this stuff in white oak casks for twenty years before they even decide to place the liquid to the bottle. This bottle itself has been on a shelf somewhere in a fancy bar up in the Zensunna for at least four years because no one can afford the fifty zenny a glass asking price. Consider it a gift for a future business relationship, if you will.”

The Uzumoreru raised the glass up to his lips and sipped at the liquor past the ice cubes so that it was ever so slightly diluted to cut the edge. He wasn’t a heavy drinker, though he was trained to drink a Drunken Master under the table, but found himself quite enjoying the nice citric bite. His blood clone had good tastes.

[MFT]

 

[Kokomo]

What she had said had turned him off. She had said the wrong thing and he pulled away from her, grabbing the bottle and pouring each of them a glass. She gave him a sly look before moving towards him, perhaps closer than comfortable as she took the glass away from him and raised a single eyebrow with a sexy smile, "Oh, business is good~" She sang as she took a sip and let out a low sigh of pleasure.

Kitanai was a heavy drinker, and the men back at the warehouse got her hooked on Kusu, a heavy drug. All in all, life went down the drain at the job offer. And still, there she was, making it worse with some strange cut throat guy--with a really really really really really nice body.

Like.

Wow.

Kitanai emptied the glass, setting it down as she ran her hands over the various scars on his chest, a light sultry smirk on her face as her fingers ran over his shoulders and down his arms as she leaned in for a moment, before pulling back and turning away. A tease, as always as she went over to her sorry excuse for a record player, and gave it a whirl. The song was some slow classical music her sister had given her ages ago, and it was clear there was a funny memory associated with it by the way she turned around and laughed a little to him. Shaking her head a few times, she leaned against the player suggestively and nodded, "Sorry, the best, and only, one I have."

 

[Toraono Michino]

On pretty waves of the flute we’ll make noises that’ll keep the neighbors worried.

Toushin took in a deep breath to catch her scent as she neared him, taking another sip of the alcohol when she stepped away in such a teasing fashion to turn on her record player. It emitted beautiful weaves of instrumental music to fill the studio apartment which set the mood a little deeper than it already was. Good music, good alcohol, and a man trained in the art of seduction – Kitanai had no idea what was in store for her.
“We’ll have to work something else into our arrangement then, can’t just leave you with having only a single record…there is so much to explore.”

The assassin lifted the drink to his lips and finished it in a single swallow as his female companion had before slowly striding across to where she had repositioned herself away from him once again. His left hand grazed slowly up her right thigh as Toushin leaned in as if to kiss her again before suddenly sliding his right hand into her left and drawing the woman’s hips close to his again to dance once more, but this time to the rhythm of instrumental beauty. Uzu only lead Kitanai in the dance for half the song before he drew his lips close again, this time to actually steal that kiss. The grip of his hands tightened a little as he tasted her lips for the first time before he slid one down under her rear and upright lifted her from the ground as the killer was done with all the teasing and suggestive talk; he wanted her.
The killer walked over to the bed, sat down, and held her in his lap as he continued their long kiss that was slowly drifting away from Kitanai’s lips to her neck line as his crafty hands simply slid over her bra strap and unlatched the contraption with that speed; a technique all but unknown to men and long kept secret by women.
With a rogue tug of the brazier Uzu tossed it across the room to hook on the neck of the liquor bottle as he outright flipped her down on the mattress and continued to draw his kisses downwards…

FTB​

It was midnight, at least, when the assassin opened a single weary eye to recollect everything that happened since he had been last been conscious. He lifted his head away from the small bed a little and looked around to see Kitanai’s undergarments strewn about the place with the bottle of whiskey half drained and sitting beside the bedside – the eight-ball glasses had apparently been shattered. Toushin’s eyes slowly continued to scan the dark apartment looking at how trashed it had become in the last few hours before the two simply passed out from exhaustion. Slowly the man sat up from under the sheets and pressed his back against the wall as he closed his eyes to the pounding headache and tried to remember those hours he had spent in her company.
The first thing he recalled was the amazing sex they had after the first drinks and that seemed to work out the primal need for each other, but then he remembered it getting…complicated. For one after waking up from the power nap needed from such an event there was the foggiest memory of drinking some more, then something about drugs…then possibly more sex, then more alcohol, sex, and apparently a full body shut down from partying with what was apparently the absolute freaking Queen of Parties. Toushin hadn’t cut so loose and done so much with a single person since he was sixteen having focused all of his attention on work…it had been nice. Somewhere along the way they had decided to be at least comrades if not outright friends, but that memory could have been just pure crazy talking to him. There had, after all, been some heavy stuff involved since his last crash.

With a head pounding Uzu knew he needed some protein in his body to break down the junk in his system and made a mental call out to his blood clone which had somehow managed to remain completely intact an active, though, when it showed itself the poor thing looked as tired as Toushin felt. The clone made a sign with his hands to represent breakfast, and the assassin replied with one of his hands making the number two, then maneuvering his thumb at the still sleeping wild cat next to him. The Uzu clone rolled his eyes, sighed, then shuffled out of the hole in the wall to go look for the ingredients for breakfast at twelve in the morning. With a sigh the assassin slowly settled himself down into the bed.
He hadn’t expected what he gotten. Toushin figured that two rival assassins trying to make love would attempt to kill each other at least once but as far as he could remember that never occurred, just the repeated arts of seduction on each other until they had both exhausted their knowledge. It had been somewhat of a learning experience for the Uzumoreru but in comparison to everything he had introduced Kitanai…well it would be amazing if she could move again for a while after waking up.

 

[Kokomo]

And a wild night it was indeed. After she had pulled her handmade joint, filled with Kusu, of course, she couldn't remember anything. She remembered the glass after glass of whiskey, and the fun from the very beginning, the middle, the second middle, the third middle, the fourth middle...the fifth middle...you get the point. And it was, perhaps, the best she had ever had. And as a skilled escort of the Pansauzu (a large and dangerous gang in the slums) she was very adept in the art, but never before like that.

Now she was strewn naked in her bed, the comforter thrown somewhere away, and nothing but a white sheet tossed over her hips. A single arm folded over her chest as she laid on her side, facing away from her partner. Her back slightly curled as she slept quietly. One of her hands dangled off the bed as the smoke from one of her Kusu joints, just went out, wafted from the butt and to the ceiling, along with the multiple filled ashtrays with the same black smoke raising.

A groan came from the young woman as she felt her head churn and ache viciously. She took in a slow breath, dropping the blunt to the ground as she groaned again and rolled slowly, her body turning towards another body she had forgotten was in the room.

"Mmmmm..." Her eyes were still closed as her hands reached out like small paws, hitting his side as her eyes shot open, "Oh fuck!" She hissed as she jumped back aways, shooting to sit up as she eyed the man, recalling everything again. "Uzu," She whispered, as though to announce her sudden memory flash. Grabbing the sheet as she pulled it up to cover her chest as she gave an odd smile. "Uh, hi." She said as she leaned over, grabbing a cigarette--with regular nicotine--lighting it as she offered one to him, taking in a drag.

This was the first time she had ever woken up beside a guy she had nailed--and she didn't know what to do. "You're....still here." She murmured. It wasn't a sound of disappointment, but surprise. Clearly she had too many one night stands for one girl.

 

[Toraono Michino]

A cigarette? Oh Kami yes.

Toushin wearily took the stick of nicotine away from Kitanai and placed it against his lips as he waited for his turn for the lighter. Cigarettes were something the assassin always looked down in disdain at but, after last night, he had a whole newfound respect for them. They gave their user the wonderful ability to focus when your brain was going two-hundred mph because it’s their taking an upper and a downer at the same time while attempting to fornicate for no other reason than, why not. As soon as flame hit the tip and Uzu sucked ash into his lungs did he feel a bit of the tension from his headache smooth out. He placed a hand over his eyes for a moment before slowly moving it down in a wiping motion, as if that would help him regain face in this moment of awkward failure.

“Trust me, Kit, I had no original intentions of staying. Kami my head feels like two elephants are fighting for a mate….” Uzu said as he opened weary looking eyes at the woman across from him, “But I’m not going to say I regret that decision…apparently from what little I can remember, I had a great time…just wish I could remember more. Damn Kusu…been years since I went through training resistance for that drug, your freaking lucky I didn’t snap your neck at some point.”

Slowly Toushin grabbed at the sheets with one hand and swished them aside to slowly crawl from the bed and stumble through the apartment nude towards the bathroom. Amazingly it was as pristine and clean as it had ever could have been, possibly even more so than before Uzu’s visit. A note was left on the window, written on a note with his blood as the ink –

“You…have no idea. Non.”
~Clone

The killer couldn’t help but give a smirk as he crumpled up the note and tossed it into the trashcan before using the facilities. It was apparent that over the past few hours his body had become quite at home in this space, which was extremely rare for him to do to anywhere really. Somehow the blurred events of last night brought him to come to have a seemingly small trust for Kitanai and a comfort for her home. Did they just really have that much in common? Surely they talked between the sex and drugs…probably during too; be great if he could remember any of it. Unfortunately that was a side effect of mixing an upper and downer like they did, the two might as well have been taking roofies the entire day.
Making his exit from the bathroom the assassin slowly shuffled through the house as he called upon his blood to shield his body from the night air by creating clothing like material from his blood and chakra. The black blood shot out of his legs and hips like little spikes that began to spread out in a spider web netting until it was thick enough to resemble clothing material. Chakra was then added to give it form and shape though the only color it could be was black and sometimes small variations of a slightly darker black. He made it back to the bed and flopped down on it putting his heads in his hands and groaning from the constant head ache that was starting to build back up in force. He had a technique to detox his entire body with ease but it wasn’t something he was going to use in front of someone as the technique caused the filth in his body to be absorbed into blood that was ejected from his body. Every now and again the people of Suna would find a mess in the back alleys that looked like someone exploded a dead body; smelled about as bad too.

“I’m sorry if I’m overstaying my welcome but I sent out my clone, who is somehow still sane and active, to get us breakfast. He should be back any minute to cook us up so-”

Uzu was cut off as two paper bags containing breakfast burritos was thrown at him by a copy of himself that finally formed a seal and dispersed itself. The assassin could only chuckle at the irony that he kept treating “himself” like crap.

 

[Kokomo]

The young man accepted her cigarette willingly, mentioning a headache, which made her smile sweetly. He was going to need that cigarette. Though, she was also very pleased to hear he enjoyed himself, though the only thing that assured her that she did too was that her loins ached.

He moved away from her, heading to the bathroom, which she used the opportunity to hop out of the bed, massaging her thighs for a moment, before she headed to the closet and threw on a short silk light blue robe. Tying it loosely to cover, but not too modestly, as she moved over and started a pot of coffee before heading back to her bed, sitting sideways, facing the door as Uzumoreru came out and flopped down in front of her.

He started to explain himself when two bags were thrown at him, Kitanai allowing a somewhat childish and musical laugh to escape her lips as she leaned over and snatched a bag, "Food?" Her eyes lit up as she playfully kissed his cheek, "By god, I think you're in love with me!" Her hands were greedy, and it was clear that one of her many weaknesses was food.

"You didn't have to do that, you know." She said as she began to pull out the tin-foil wrapped breakfast. "You're welcome here--otherwise we would have went to a sleazy hotel." She admitted, shrugging as she pulled out the burrito.

"What is this?" She had never seen such a meal in her life. It was strangely wrapped, and hot, but it smelled really good.

 

[Toraono Michino]

“It’s a burrito,” Uzu said as he pushed an already taken bite off into his cheek to talk, “Eggs, pork sausage, and cheese wrapped up in flat bread. Cheap, delicious, and filling for the night ahead of me.”

Toushin slowly stood up after finishing off his food and slowly began to materialize more and more of his clothing as he went about the apartment looking for his only article of real clothing – the mask. He found it intertwined with Kitanai’s undergarments and chuckled a little inside thinking about what he’d smell for the rest of the night. The assassin had no idea how their clothing got mixed up like that but it was oft to happen when one consumes as much…terrible poisons and extreme body exercises in a single night.
After he slipped the mask into place and allowed the collar of his blood armor to latch on the killer gracefully crossed the room to tilt up the fellow assassin’s head via her chin and kissed her through his mask while slipping a piece of paper into her lap. Without waiting for a response the assassin shot out of the whole in the wall to move on through the night to begin setting up business meetings a few months in advance. There was also a matter of guys he could squeeze some money out of so he could enjoy the rest of his vacation like he did tonight.

Spoiler

Red Clay Jar Bar and Inn.
Wednesdays
8pm-4am

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