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The expression of smug amusement upon Shirayuri's thin lips only grew as Sakana began his bellyaching. It was so easy to invoke strong emotions from this passive aggressive fish boy. It was as if naming their clan membership after varying kinds of aquatic life didn't set their ilk up for all manner of insults. Still, poking and prodding at him only made Shirayuri's day more bearable during the dull humdrum of guard duty. Another skewer had entered her mouth, flesh ripping from bone as Sakana himself made to run off and purchase his own food. She wasn't wild with having to stand guard on her own, but a mouthful of hot fish was more important to her than Sakana's presence.
Only two rotations of her jaw could be made before her companion, who was already on his way out, spoke towards her. Something off? She hadn't finished swallowing her bite down by the time a familiar hiss broke the quite spring air. She slipped her fish skewer back within its bag just in time for a kunai knife to whiz past her booth. It had come from within the village, though, not outside. Had somebody decided to pull a prank on them? Ever one to quickly decide priorities, the wandering Kaguya made to place down her beloved food before responding to Sakana's situation. He was, after all, just as qualified as she to handle an occasional hoodlum.
Hoodlums as a rule, though, didn't normally assault a shinobi with a kunai knife while on duty. Whomever was assailing them was clearly more a threat than initially thought. In response, Shirayuri placed a hand upon her sash and loosened it so that her dusky tunic could begin falling open, allowing for the milky white flesh of her shoulders and collar bone to more easily show. She hadn't had a good fight since the Chuunin exams. Perhaps today would allow her to also sate the growing hunger for battle climbing within her gut.
Yet, such lofty hopes would be dashed by Sakana's incredible combat prowess. Or, more than likely, his attacker's lack of skill. She popped her head around the corner just in time to watch him kick the masked male in his chest, which sent the would be enemy flying off his feet and likely into no position to regain his positioning. Of course, fate was always a fickle mistress. No sooner than she watched the man melt away into a pool of liquid did the glint of metal within a stream of afternoon sun catch her eye from within her own booth. She tiled her head just in time to catch a kunai knife slashing in an arc towards her throat from the wall itself. A small grin of satisfaction morphed to one of excitement.
No soon than this knife reached her personal space did the resonating clang of steel-on-steel ring forth. Or, more accurately, steel-on-bone. A simple shift in posture allowed for a blunt spire of bone to shoot forth from her shoulder joint. This bone, formerly her humerus, had torn a hole through the delicate skin of her shoulder and caught his blade in the knot of her elbow joint. It was a simple task from there, a quick back step as he withdrew his knife and began fully phasing out from her booth's wall to follow up. A petite hand reached across her chest, fingers coiling around this boney hilt and drawing forth an arm length blade of bone with a sickening 'snap'. Her chakra had flooded her limb, easily rebuilding the missing limb as it was removed, leaving the Chuunin with a wicked weapon of her own design.
Previously dull eyes snapped to a state of dilation as the foe lunged forward and slashed again. He was fairly quick, but this was her domain. A simple knife would not do her in. With a flick of her wrist and the ear ringing clash of blade on blade, she deflected his incoming attack whilst backpedaling. Again and again, he lashed and swung, jabbed and thrust nearly a dozen time over a handful of seconds. Each attack was met with a quick parry, a block, or a deflection, a thoughtful gaze following each as this onyx eyed assassin flurried against her. He was doing all he could to harm her. As if his own safety did not make much of a difference. As if it didn't make much of a difference if she cut him down or not.
Her expression soured. A dirty trick. As another slash came whirling in from a diagonal angle, she was quick to clash her diamond-hard bone against it, applying pressure to force a lock and press it away from his center. A palm was thrust towards his chest as if to push him away; an easy move to block, which he did. Clammy fingers around her wrist, the man had stopped her counter... only for her palm's skin to briefly tent and tear. A lance of bone, sharp as any metal spear and many times as tough, launched forward and ripped through his chest. A clean strike, one which would end a man's life as his heart spewed blood like a fountain. Only, this was no man. This was a clone, as became obvious when he too melted away into a clear puddle.
"He's toying with us, fish." A simple and disgruntled declaration as Shirayuri withdrew her boney spear and made to search for the originator of the Bunshin whom had attacked them both. He could've had the decency to actually come and fight her, whoever it was. Nobody liked a tease.
I knew I shouldn't have asked if Ria is the only Uchiha kunoichi with a sharingan.
I should note, Mariko has no Sharingan.
Too many Uchiha, gonna need an Itachi to take care of shit (except, he necks himself too, ensuring I never have to grade an Uchiha again with the clan now exterminated ;))
Why do you think I'm making one bby? :^))
Okay, working on this one for real. Placing it up so I don't lose it on my wonky PC.
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You are going back to school/college and discover the above avatar Is your teacher. What do you do?
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Still don't forgive her for Nanking.
How long had it been since she first walked these streets? A silly question, all things considered. It had been four long years since Shirayuri was brought to Konoha on the backs of its military. Four long years since she was finally thrust into the world she was bred for. Yet, for all those years, for all the blood she shed in the name of the Leaf, she still felt so foreign. Even now, moving with the crowds through busy market streets, surrounded by hundreds of civilians and shinobi alike moving to and from on the daily lunch rush, she felt isolated. She wore the head band, did the missions, but these were not her people. Not the clan she was born into, nor the parents she swore loyalty and devotion towards. Strangers who looked upon her with just as much confusion as she did them, beneath their false empathy. It was irritating.
So was spring, now that she thought of it. With the thaw of winter came rapid peace. Nations had to rebuild, play nice after more than a decade of constant warfare. It was a brutal time, but it was simpler. No need to question the intentions of your peers. No time to contemplate your life. Track that rabbit, fend off those bandits, gut that merchant for the rice in his cellar. There was always so much to do, so much to strive for in those days. All for a single, definitive goal.
Survive.
The world was quick to resume 'normality', a normality unheard of since she was barely old enough to toddle at her father's side. To beam at those small glimpses of pride on his face when she conjured a boney spur from her body. Yet as the world shifted to enjoy the warm kiss of sun upon their cheeks and the fragrant waft of a blooming field, she was left behind. Unable to transition. Lost.
Walking off to have a piss wasn't supposed to end in a personal crisis. But, Uragiri would understand. If he didn't... fuck him. Guard duty was droll anyway, and she was hungry. How many nights had she... had all of them, spent with the pangs of cruel hunger knotting their guts? How many days spent running on the fumes of a meal eaten a week beforehand? No reasonable mind could blame her for wishing to never feel that want again. Not when there was food aplenty, just waiting to be gobbled down. The scent of frying meat hit Shirayuri's nose as she stalked about the winding web of street vendors and small shops. A smell which immediately caused her stomach to rumble in need. How long had it been since she had seafood?
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The satisfying crunch of a well fried fish skewer did well in heightening morale for the exiled Kaguya. As did the oily, salty flesh dancing along her tongue as she thoughtfully chewed each steaming bite before swallowing. However pissy her black-eyed companion would be for her bathroom break resulting in a half hour food grab would be well worth it. Approaching the gate she was ordered to stand vigil over, the poor lass was nearly run down by a distraught merchant on the approach back. Foolish man had nearly caused her to fumble the waxy paper bag holding her remaining skewers. However, balance and sharp reflexes won her the day. If only her agility would assist in ignoring the droning sound which hit her only moments later.
“Oi! Where the hell were you? Some guy just came by transporting illegal goods, and I could've used your damn help!
An annoying shout from an annoying 'comrade'. From the day she set eyes upon this malformed male during the hastily constructed post-war Chunin exams, she had disliked him. She had no particular reason at the time, not having spoken more than a handful of words long since forgotten to him, but he had always grated on her nerves. This little outing only confirmed she was justified in her initial judgement. Another bite ripping away the last edible bits of the poor aquatic animal on her wooden stick was made as she finally reached conversing range with Sakana. Mouth full of scales, flesh and tiny bones alike, she murmured a simple, non-committal phrase in response to his barking.
"Lunch."
Without missing a beat, she assumed her position at the small entrance's frame as she had been over thirty minutes prior, blue spheres lazily focusing on the distant road winding off to Gods know where. Without so much as looking at the fishy-eyed Chunin whom she would be accompanying for the remaining daylight hours, she flicked her mostly empty skewer at him, launching the crispy head on its tip towards his chest and hopefully into his palms.
"Found your dad on my way there." She made quick to quip. A small grin would tug on her mostly melancholy features at that jab towards his appearance.
Her lunch wasn't the only roasted fish present.
Makes all the girls moist.
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