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Post by Ienori Hoshino on Jul 7, 2014 23:30:26 GMT -7
pay the price for my affliction. Today was Monday, and boy did Ienori know it. Or maybe he didn't, because he kept pinching himself every few seconds or so, hoping that he would wake up from this terrible terrible dream. Needless to say, he didn't, and all he had to show for it was a line of little half moons running down his arm where his nails had bit the skin. Mondays were and always would be the worst. Always. If there really was such a thing as good Mondays, then lord, had he yet to see that, though he had a feeling that he probably never would. It was probably just a myth anyway, since it seemed that every time Monday rolled around, he was just all the more vulnerable to headaches and just... well, life.
Cue the random old lady standing in line behind him shouting at the line to move faster. Though Ienori shared the same sentiment, he couldn't help but bring his hands up to his brows and just massage them tiredly. He had been standing in line for this sale for an hour now, and he didn't think things could ever get worse. Well, is the sale really all that worth it? the teen asked himself. But he already knew the answer. It was in the way he still stood waiting in line, even though he felt like his knees would collapse at any moment. Money had always been an important thing to the raven, and if saving a little money meant standing around in an accursed line for hours on end, then sure, why not? After all, it wasn't like money grew on trees... And he certainly wasn't of a high enough rank where he could fully provide for himself. With that in mind, he kept his mouth (and mind) shut; complaints wouldn't get him anywhere.
Another hour and a half later, he had successfully made it to the cashier, paid for his goods, and pushed his way back out to daylight with said goods clutched to his chest. Success! The things he bought were small enough so that they didn't peak over the top of the paper bag, and he easily held it to his torso. Now what? A quick glance upwards told him that it was probably nearing noon, and since the sky was fairly clear today, it was a nice day out. Too lazy to head home and cook, and definitely not in the mood for leftovers, he decided to just wander around the marketplace he was currently in and search for something that would satisfy his cravings.
Hmm. Maybe today was a crepe day.
Stopping at a stall selling the sweet treat, he quickly ordered one of his favorite flavor and then got out, heading for one of the many benches that were scattered around the area. The line hadn't been long, thankfully enough, so he hadn't had to go through that nasty waiting business again. Settling out on an empty bench (well, seemed like Monday wasn't going completely to ruin his day since he'd been lucky enough to find one) and just soaking in the sun, he sighed and bit into his treat, savoring the sudden burst of sweetness that had entered his mouth. He could probably forgive Monday a bit for letting him have that. Maybe. | words: 552
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Post by Himawari Hirameku on Jul 8, 2014 3:37:50 GMT -7
SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE そう無くしたモノはもう産まれない SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE 生きてる証さえ求められない歌 LET'S PUT AN END ... THE FINAL. Pissing off Hideaki was a fast forming habit Himawari knew she should stop herself from developing while she still had the chance, but she had never been too known for her sensibility when it came to her father. He had it coming though, she swore, for going about Hikari and her first thing in the morning, with his sharp, yellow eyes judging everyone and everything within his line of vision. Not to mention Haruko’s incessant, insufferable screeching earlier had already worn Himawari’s tolerance thin. It just came to the point where Himawari had decided it was best off to make out with a restrained yet smart remark before diving out of the room to avoid the repercussions. The smirk Hikari hid behind her lifted tea cup and her father and stepmother’s fuming reaction were almost sufficient rewards—up until Himawari was half way down the main street and realising, with a frown, that she had subsequently missed out on brunch as well. Oh, sacrifices must be made, she supposed. A mildly irritated sigh escaped her lips as she shook her nearly empty money pouch. Genin were paid dirt, if they were paid anything at all, and she had better chance receiving money from the Mizukage than she had with her parents, at least after that display. The Clan Elders were her unexpected primary access to any funding anyway, so it mattered little. However, she hadn’t really had the chance to write a request to Clan Elder Youko between missions and preparation for the Chuunin Exams. Any ryo she had managed to keep from the missions, after she gave a percentage of it to the pooled Hirameku finances, were spent on equipment. With the full larder at the compound, it rarely occurred to her that she should carry pocket money around for food. At the corner of her eye, she glanced down at the marketplace that branched off from the main street. Assessing the crowd, Himawari wrinkled her nose and shook her head. Kirigakure was not as crowded as Konohagakure, but the market was bustling as usual. It would have been too much trouble to fight through the crowd and rummage the stalls and shops for something she could actually afford. The white haired girl came to the conclusion, with pursed lips and a shrug, that she didn’t really have to eat. She had eaten the night before after all. Or maybe it was the afternoon before. Something like that. It was yesterday. Probably. Honestly, it was too much trouble to keep track of. Himawari decided she would consider this training. At least then if people asked why her stomach was growling, she could just offer that excuse and make it seem like she was actually doing something of worth, rather than just being too poor and too dumb to afford anything. And those hapless fools at the compound wanted her first in line of succession. How worrisome. “That hair…” the girl murmured suddenly as her blue eyes locked on a familiar sitting figure. Ienori―after spending quite a bit of time with him, it was almost impossible to miss his distinct ponytail. Her left foot lifted to take a step foward instinctively before freezing in midair and retracting back to its initial position; a rush of hesitation and a flash of envy struck her as she eyed both the crepe and the bag of groceries placed next to him. We're teammates. yeah, Himawari thought with slightly furrowed eyebrows, but that doesn't mean I have the right to bother him out of nowhere... I don't even know... what... to bother him... about.Her mouth twisted into a frown as her thoughts further delved into a tug-of-war. I... could say hi? But... that's kind of... unnecessary. And it would be awkward because I... what would I say after that...? 'Nice crepe, I can't remember when I last ate'? That's really dumb. She scanned the area quickly for possible escape routes. I should probably just go... before he can see me... It would be rude if he saw me and I didn't say hi but if I leave before I can be seen―"Hey, big sister! Your swords are really cool!" a child's loud yet fascinated voice called out, bringing the kunoichi back down to reality. Himawari blinked and looked down at the grinning child in front of her, all previous plans of elusion fading into the vast nothing of her mindscape. "Huh?"
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Post by Ienori Hoshino on Jul 9, 2014 0:11:43 GMT -7
pay the price for my affliction. Munch munch. Each bite he took of the crepe brought another taste of the sweetness he craved to his hungry mouth. Though he didn't particularly have any favorite tastes, sweet things were always a good thing, save for the times when they turned out too sweet. Crepes fit just that. They weren't exactly the healthiest, but at least they had fruit and stuff in them (or well, at least the one he'd bought had some) that would provide him some sort of nutrients. (Like vitamin C; strawberries had vitamin C, didn't they? Or well, at least he thought they did.)
With nothing to do while he sat and ate, the teen let his eyes roam the section of the marketplace he was in. It seemed to be getting a little quieter now, as people dispersed to either head to a shop or home and eat lunch, though he could still see the accursed line peaking out from around the corner. Well good riddance to that, he had his groceries now and ha. His patience had definitely paid off, or at least he'd like to think that. Scanning his eyes over his surroundings again, he stopped to read a sign advertising tomatoes that were on sale for 15%. Hmmm, too bad he still had some back at home, otherwise he would've joined the fray to have a peek at them to see if they were worth the price.
Steel orbs quickly passed over white hair and swords without a second glance. While it could've been his small teammate, he knew that she wasn't the only sword-wielding albino Genin with pale hair, and so he didn't think much of it. But when a loud, childish voice loudly proclaimed something about a sword-wielding "big sister," he quickly turned his eyes back to that flash of brightness. Though there was a good chance that "big sister" wasn't actually Himawari... Might as well check. And lo behold, there she was, in all of her white-haired glory, looking about as confused and awkward as the day he'd met her. ...Not that he wasn't any less confused and awkward as she was though.
So, now the question was whether or not he went over and greeted his fellow teammate. Though she was probably busy with... well, whatever kid she was with at the moment (maybe a younger brother? He wasn't sure, since he wasn't exactly acquainted with the Hiramekus), it would probably be rude if he didn't at least greet her or something. But how the hell was he supposed to do that? He wasn't exactly keen to just awkwardly walk up and just... embarrass himself. He could just imagine it now: Heyy.. Hirameku-san... How are you doing, good to see you.. Just thought I'd drop by and say hi... And yeah... Uh... That's basically all I had to say, sorry to interrupt you. Guess I'll just take my leave now...
HAHAHA NO like hell he was doing that. Even he didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the lame greeting his mind had thought up. Heck, maybe he was better off just... not saying anything. Maybe he'd wave! Yeah, that would've been a great idea, except for the fact that it'd be more than a little awkward for him if she didn't see him waving.... But at least he would have tried, right? That way he could leave without a guilty conscience, regardless of whether she saw him or not. Steeling himself for the awkwardness he was sure would ensue, he let a rather uncertain smile grace his face and waved at the girl hesitantly. At this point, he honestly wasn't sure if he wanted her to see it and wave back, or just not see it so he could slink off without any regrets. | words: 630 tagged: Himawari Hiramekunotes: Aww, it's okay, we can be awkward together \o/ |
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Post by Himawari Hirameku on Jul 10, 2014 21:54:24 GMT -7
SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE そう無くしたモノはもう産まれない SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE 生きてる証さえ求められない歌 LET'S PUT AN END ... THE FINAL. “Can I hold one?”“Um. No.”“Aw, why not? Please?!”Children were loud—and frightening, though not so much as they were loud. Especially this one, considering Himawari was forced to exercise quite a bit of willpower to prevent herself from stepping back and using Mizu Shunshin to get away from him; his voice was beginning to hurt and damage her hearing. Unless she was going to get paid, Himawari had neither the desire nor the patience to babysit kids. Oh, in the name of Kaguya's third eye, she had to get out of here. "Shouldn't, uh... you be... getting back to your parents?" the girl began, scouring the area at the corner of her eye for any possible distractions. "They... um, must be... worried?""Are you trying to get rid of me?" the petulant child demanded, crossing his arms. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes, and oh, sweet Mizukage someone save her. "No!"Himawari responded quickly as her anxiety rose. She waved her hands in front of her, half in surrender and half in some odd, instinctive attempt to mollify the child. She almost wanted to cry herself. Children were so stress inducing. "I just... have to... go get my teammate. Um, we were going to go training..." It wasn't wholly a lie. Spotting Hoshino Ienori was by chance, and although she was borderline planning a disappearing act, the idea of them going training wasn't so far-fetched. In fact, when Himawari glanced in the direction she first saw Ienori at, he looked to be standing up and... even... waving? "Is that her?" the spawn questioned with wide, infatuated eyes as he stared at Ienori's figure. "She's prettier than you are!"Himawari blanched. Hoshino-san... is... prettier... than me...? Her shoulders slumped slightly and a sigh escaped her lips. Well, she couldn't be too offended considering it was true. Even his hair was longer than hers. "Yes, so, um," Himawari managed after recovering from the hit to her ego, "I... uh, I have to... to go now. Please find your family soon!"Without allowing the child another second to react, (OH, SAVIOUR OF THIS WORLD FORBID, NO MORE OF CHILDREN PLEASE) Himawari dove into the passing crowd to avoid the child from following her and headed for Ienori. Now, this probably wasn't the best idea, and he would most likely plaster the brand bloody mental on her forehead, but children were just so― "Hoshino-san, let's go training," Himawari said in an ironically calm manner as she made to grab his wrist and Shunshin'd both of them to one of the training grounds. NOTES: THIS ALL SEEMS LIKE CRACK. I'M SORRY. TAGS: IENORI HOSHINO BC THESE GIANT LINKS BE CRAMPIN' MY STYLE WORDS: 433 |
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Post by Ienori Hoshino on Jul 15, 2014 23:02:59 GMT -7
pay the price for my affliction. Of all the things Ienori had been expecting in return for his wave, it certainly hadn't been to be snagged by his teammate on an impromptu training session. And sure, he didn't quite mind, but... It sort of blew his mind. Questions flowed into his mind like water (shudder) and he found himself a confused mess of babbled questions and stress. What about the "little brother," was it okay for the other Genin to just leave him alone? And by the his ancestors, did he grab his stuff in time!?
"Hi-Hirameku-san... W-What the hell is– Where are weeee–" The world spun out of focus as has he was forcibly Shunshin'd off to wherever the heck Himawari was taking him (did this count as a kidnapping..?), and it only made the headache that he could feel beginning to pound at his head worse. The ponytailed raven liked being in control of his surroundings, and he liked knowing what was going on. He wasn't exactly a fan of being taken by surprise, but that wasn't to say he couldn't deal with it most times.
The world finally came to a stop with a jarring thump, and Ienori groaned into the ground. ...Ow? He took back whatever he said about Monday being alright, Monday was the worst. Wait wait wait, rewind a bit. The ground...? He was on the ground? Since when did that... And was there something tugging on his arm? Wait what happened? For a second, he lay still, trying to figure out where exactly he was and why he was there. He had been...grocery shopping... Yeah, that was right. And then he had bought a crepe for lunch, though he couldn't quite remember if he'd finished it. And then... And then Himawari happened.
Well that explained a lot. Now to figure out where she had taken him. He remembered something about "training," and from the telltale sounds of waterfall in the distance, he had a feeling they were in the forest outside of Shoumyou falls. It was the village's training grounds, after all, and it matched any and all clues he had. That meant that whatever was currently in his mouth was most likely dirt... Ew... Rolling over, he did his best to clear his mouth before sighing and staring flatly at the girl who had dragged him out of the village.
"What the hell, Hirameku?" he demanded, irritation leaking into his voice. While he was happy that his teammate wanted to go out training with him, especially since the two hadn't had a Jounin assigned to them yet, he was sure there were better ways to drag him out. He wasn't that lazy or busy or whatever, and whatever household chores he busied himself with (more than half of them probably weren't even necessary) could probably be taken care of by a wood clone.
On a side note... "And can you let go of me yet? My arm is starting to hurt..." Well, that and he really wanted to use his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, but he couldn't exactly do that when said hand and wrist was in the other Genin's grasp. | words: 528 tagged: Himawari Himarekunotes: Well this is...a bit late. orz And eyy, crack's all good. Making my own "tags" lol |
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Post by Himawari Hirameku on Jul 16, 2014 16:46:44 GMT -7
SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE そう無くしたモノはもう産まれない SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE 生きてる証さえ求められない歌 LET'S PUT AN END ... THE FINAL. She almost laughed, really. The sight of Ienori, who was usually so composed around her, disheveled and covered with dirt was an amusing one. Although, considering the fact that her forcibly dragging him out the village was the reason why he looked so ruddied, Himawari’s guilt smashed any urge of laughter in an instant. At the understandably rough tone of his voice, Himawari nearly flinched. She’d gone through the worst of her family’s wrath with a straightface, but they were her family, however strained and obligatory the relation was. Hoshino Ienori was a teammate, a colleague; he was not someone she could simply drag into her antics, he was not meant to endure her unprofessionalism and tomfoolery.
The Chuunin Exams were coming up and she had just run away from a child.
"And can you let go of me yet? My arm is starting to hurt..."
Immediately, Himawari dropped her gloved hand’s grip on her teammate’s wrist before instinctively taking a few steps back. Although she had long since gained control of her voltages, the maintaining distance between others and herself was an ingrained habit. Haruki’s voice had subconsciously made its way to her thoughts, warning her that truly, those with the Hotarubi should never be near others. “Was it me? I’m sorry,” she murmured, scrambling her thoughts for a proper explanation for her sudden behaviour as she dipped her head down to offer a small, slight and brief bow. Straightening her posture, the girl began to formulate her reply, “um… that child… ah…”
Eventually, after contorting her face into several expressions displaying struggle in gathering her words, Himawari simply sighed and gave up. Truly, her teammate must have thought her to be an idiot, or insane—or both. Instead of salvaging the lost cause, and simultaneously hoping it would cause him to forget her rash conduct, Himawari opted to evaluate the area in order to inform her as to where the heck she decided to Shunshin them. Oh, she didn’t even have a specific ground in mind. She’d just chosen one and gone and honestly, she felt kind of bad having to put Ienori through that. Himawari was one of the fastest in her generation thanks to her Hotarubi, and was only getting faster. It couldn’t have been a pleasant experience.
“Are you busy?” she asked, knowing that the question was far too late. You ask those things before you go. The offer of taking him back was almost thrown into the conversation, but judging by the negative reaction it had received, she knew better to leave it unsaid. “The Chuunin Exams are nearing, so I thought… it would be best for us to… train more…”
It was ironic for her to have been so fast, yet speak so… slow.
But, Himawari supposed, there were stranger things about her.
“That’s alright, yes?” she continued, finally looking her teammate in the eye. It was a rare occurence for her to be the one to take the initiative, and she was unsure as to whether it would actually go well. “It’s understandable if it isn’t… I will train by myself.”
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Post by Ienori Hoshino on Jul 20, 2014 19:36:56 GMT -7
pay the price for my affliction. Finally free from Himawari's grasp, the raven haired Genin got to his feet and did his best to brush himself off of dirt. A quick look around proved him right: they were in the forest near Shoumyou, at one of the training grounds. Fortunately, it was empty of everyone but themselves, for various reasons he wasn't going to bother listing. Another quick glance around and he found his bag clutched tightly in his hand, its knuckles white. He stared at it for a moment; it had miraculously stayed intact during his... kidnapping fiasco, and he was glad it did. Some dirt might've gotten inside the bag due to his crash landing, but it was nothing too worrying. The only things he had in there worth considering about were carrots, and carrots originally came from the earth anyway. Everything else was securely packaged, so it would be okay. Rolling up and tucking the bag into one of his pant pockets (he was wearing one of his usual cargos), he clenched and unclenched his hand a few times, trying to get the blood flowing through it again.
While this was happening, the white haired girl who had caused all this trouble was stammering apologies, and by the time Ienori had finished taken inventory and looked back to her, she was a few steps away from him, and from the expressions flitting across her face, struggling to find something to say. Then she appeared to give up. Her next words had him really pinching the bridge of his nose. Did Himawari really just... Though she was right to drag him out to train, since the Chuunin Exams really were coming fast, did she really have to... Oh for the love of, she mentioned something about a child, didn't she? Children were nightmares, the raven knew that himself, so he'd just leave it as that.
"You know, why would you even bother asking when we're already here?" he huffed, still irritated by the rude surprise Himawari had decided to make him sit through. However, logic trumped all and after a long moment of narrow-eyed staring, he sighed and relented. "It is true, however, that we should train," he grudgingly agreed. "Since we're here already"—he directed a flat stare at the younger girl—"we might as well." With nothing else for him to say, he got into a ready stance, hands in front of him, ready to fly into the hand seals he was so familiar with. He didn't have any other weapons besides shuriken and kunai (and maybe a smoke bomb or two but no way he was wasting any of those on a training session), so he would have to rely on either Taijutsu or Ninjutsu, and he was only proficient at the latter, so jutsus it was. Silent, he waited for the first attack... if if would ever come. | |
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Post by Himawari Hirameku on Jul 21, 2014 1:31:02 GMT -7
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SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE 生きてる証さえ求められない歌 LET'S PUT AN END ... THE FINAL. Himawari was not expecting to jump into training so soon. In fact, considering she used 'training' as an excuse to get away from the child, Himawari was half-hoping that Ienori would have been too agitated to accept her offer, despite the unfortunate necessity for training. I still haven't eaten... she thought to herself, mentally sighing, but she had known Hoshino Ienori for far too many years to know that it would be highly unlikely he would give her a break. Especially when he was as huffy as he was at the moment. However, she couldn't very well tell Ienori him to wait after she had been the one to drag him and initiate this session in the first place.
The Hirameku quickly detached the sheaths from her back and lay them against the tree before jumping back to the other side of the clearing to place distance from her teammate. Admittedly, though she hadn't quite told her partner yet, inside those sheaths, in spite of the hilts that capped them, were absolutely nothing. Honestly, she wasn't even quite sure how she was going to tell him that she broke her own swords. Her clan was infamous for the conductible weaponry they were able to produce, but it wasn't as if they were gonna hand them over to Himawari just because she was the Head's daughter. Well, they would have... if she hadn't said some nasty things to Haruko-sama before they could have. It was only due to Youko-sama's influence did Himawari those two blades at all even though they were of lower grade. But two years of constant missions and sparring and training wore them down. The training she received for her Hotarubi under her father two nights ago put the final nail into the coffin; after a redirecting a particularly strong current, the blades shattered, leaving both her father displeased and herself fairly heartbroken.
What little skill she held aside from bukijutsu was the ninjutsu that came hand-in-hand with it, including her Hotarubi, and her speed. She could already imagine how much more annoyed Ienori would become if she ended up running from him for the majority of their spar though. Her skill in Genjutsu was nonexistent and her Taijutsu... well, she was a Hirameku. She was slight and fast and was naturally meant to avoid as much actual contact as possible. Though, she supposed, as she assessed her downed arsenal and her options, that it might actually lead to that at some point. She didn't even have any conductible wires. What a pain.
Taking a deep breath, Himawari unravelled the bandages until it exposed up to her elbows. The rest remained. Tossing them aside, Himawari activated the Hotarubi, feeling a sense of relief as the voltages began running through the same pathways marked by the Lichtenberg figures left behind from years of use. It took more effort suppressing it than to allow it to be in use, and she briefly remembered one of the older clan members muttering how it was the same for the Hirameku and their fury. Ch, what warmongers they were.
Assessing the waiting boy across from her, Himawari nearly sighed. Of course, he wasn't going to attack first. But it was easy to tell from her track record that she was not one to attack her enemies head-on, or to take the initiative (just like her personality, oh), preferring for ambushes and quick-kills rather than drawn out confrontations. A face-to-face fight was boring and exhausting (mentally, physically, her Hirameku blood could drag her on for quite a bit) and honestly, she wasn't even built for them. Two years were spent relying on Ienori and Mamoru as meatshields and she still hadn't fully grown out of it.
Uguu, he really was expecting her to move first, wasn't he?
She almost felt courteous enough to abide to him, too, if she weren't Hirameku Himawari, certified selfish arsehole in times of combat and professional stubborn shirker of responsibilities.
"Your hair looks stupid," Himawari said, blue eyes narrowing. "There's still some dirt on your face, too. It would probably be unflattering, but you're unattractive enough as it is, Hoshino."
She was taught to be polite by her mother, but she was taught by Haruki that she was allowed to throw all that regality out the window if she so chose. Majority of the time, she didn't (because majority of the time, she would much rather commit seppuku than to follow what Haruki had said, even though she knew she technically did; his years of teachings were embedded into her). A lot of people she had faced off deserved respect, but this was Hoshino Ienori and although she really did truly, undoubtedly respected him, sometimes (especially in spars when the gloves literally and figuratively came off, because she was just such a jerk sometimes), Himawari really just liked messing with him.
Her eyes wandered to her right and Himawari almost laughed, though she quickly paused her thought process. She may have been a jerk sometimes, but was she really that much of a jerk to bring this spar into the water?
No, I'm probably not, Himawari thought, almost lamentingly. It's only a spar after all.
With a desolate sigh, the white-haired girl sprinted towards the other boy, giving herself the running start she needed to catapult herself into the air and fish out shuriken to fling in his direction. Maybe she could do without water this time around. But then again, today wasn't too great of a day anyway. It wasn't like she had to win and honestly, she didn't doubt that Ienori probably wished it was Mamoru in front of him rather than her.
NOTES: I WAS GONNA REPLY TOMORROW BUT APPARENTLY I'M WORKING OVERTIME HAHAHAHAHA I HATE MY JOB BUT I NAMED THE THIRD GENIN MAMORU AND COVERED SOME PLOT HOLES TAGS: IENORI HOSHINO BC THESE GIANT LINKS BE CRAMPIN' MY STYLE WORDS:946 |
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Post by Ienori Hoshino on Jul 21, 2014 22:57:11 GMT -7
pay the price for my affliction. At the mention of training, Ienori could all but see Himawari sigh internally, and he rolled his eyes. Well, what had she been expecting, dragging him all the way out here? It looked like the girl understood that too, since she didn't bother complaining and simply headed to the side to deposit her sheathes at the side of the clearing. ...Wait what? The raven raised an eyebrow, curious as to why she would do that. Himawari almost always fought with her swords, and yet, today seemed to be an exception. Steel eyes narrowed calculatingly as he tried to find a reason behind this surprising fact. There was a chance that she was just being thoughtful, seeing as he didn't have a weapon (besides the standard shuriken and kunai) to fight back with. But then this was Himawari, the girl who wouldn't hesitate to use him as a shield from oncoming attack (and it had happened before, he knew, back in those days when Mamoru and Mako-sensei had still been... could still see the light of day).
The image of two grinning brunets made him drop the thought completely. He couldn't let himself think about that or else he'd want to cry again. Even though it had already been a year... The raven could still see them everywhere. That was the restaurant Mako-sensei used to take them out to all the time. That was the shack Mamoru used to get his snacks from. That was the garden they'd planted as a team. And it wasn't just around the village. The training grounds, his own home, everywhere he went, there was a relic of the past, haunting him. He couldn't even make or eat the their favorite dishes anymore; sometimes he'd make them and set the table and just pretend they were still there, still able to compliment his cooking like they used to. This was something he kept from his still-breathing teammate. He had to be strong for her, even if it was for his own sake. He was her—he almost choked out a laugh at this thought—meat shield, after all.
Blinking rapidly to make sure he wasn't tearing up (it had been a year and he still couldn't get over it) Ienori instead focused his eyes on Himawari's own blue orbs, drinking in the way they seemed to glow as she activated her Kekkai Genkai. He could see the Lichtenberg figures at her temples and arms, and he wondered why she hid them. There was no shame in having them, and he could have cared less if she chose to be open about them. But then again, there might be others who didn't think the way he did, so he couldn't blame her for hiding them. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts of the past, he braced himself, hoping that she'd make the first move...
To his utter amazement, she did. ...Though not without an insult. His own eyes narrowed, and he let himself succumb to fury, if only to keep himself from being so pensive. He didn't think he could banter quite yet, but in all truth, it would probably turn out like that even if he didn't want it to. Himawari was just like that. "I could say the same of you, Oba-chan," he retorted with a hiss, hands flying through the correct hand seals. Rat. Dog. Tiger. Mokuton: Mokujou Heki, he muttered in his mind. Being in the forest, he had a bit of an advantage, and as the protective half dome rose up to obstruct the girl's path, he dashed to the left, shuriken in hand. "Think you can trump me with speed, Chibiwari?" he called, taunting her. In truth, he was glad she had made the first move, even if she had been reluctant to. It meant she was changing, for better or for worse. And besides, this was training, if she didn't train in tactics she wasn't familiar with, then well.. what was the point? | words: 664 tagged: Himawari Hiramekunotes: Laughs because all the angst. BINGO BOOK FINALLY COMES INTO USE AWW YEAHHH |
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Post by Himawari Hirameku on Jul 25, 2014 23:22:38 GMT -7
SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE そう無くしたモノはもう産まれない
SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE 生きてる証さえ求められない歌 LET'S PUT AN END ... THE FINAL. The narrowing of his eyes did not go unnoticed by Himawari and it had even managed a small smirk out of her. Good, he was annoyed. That was what she had wanted. However reserved Ienori was, she had learned long ago that beneath it all, he was a mass of emotions. Due to her size and insouciance, Himawari was not seen as an imposing figure or threat. Her Killing Intent was non-existent, so Makoto-sensei had suggested her other means to disrupt an opponent's composure, whether it were to rile them up enough to cause a fragment in their judgement or to have them underestimate her to the point where she would be able to take advantage of their mistakes. It wasn’t meant for higher ranked opponents, obviously, but she did surprisingly find herself doing it often now.
Maybe it was just her clinging onto what he had taught her during their time together.
The skin of the roots cracked beneath her hands as she landed on his dome, though she was quick to hop right off to a neighbouring tree branch. As the dome forced her to lose visibility of him, Himawari enhanced her hearing with chakra to help pinpoint him. Ienori’s Mokuton had always been a fascination of Himawari’s. Mamoru had once said that it was because she was a sunflower, so she would naturally be interested in the water and earth—she brushed it off completely because she may have been named sunflower, but she was a bloody human, dammit. Having a single affinity herself, Ienori’s Mokuton had been a close object of observation for her as she worked out her interest to combine affinities for techniques. Conducting lightning through water was easy, but an Elder who had died while Himawari was still six was capable of combining Suiton and Raiton together to form Ranton and it was enviable.
Elementally speaking, she had the advantage over Ienori. Although Water was combated by his Earth, which was a terrible conductor, Lightning was capable of breaking through it. Combined, they created the advanced affinity of Mokuton, but she had shattered and destroyed enough trees during training sessions in storms to be well versed in the structural integrities of wood. Although she herself was not capable of producing powerful enough strikes of lightning to break through Ienori’s Mokuton on her own—and she should have been by this time, if she hadn’t shirked training so much—Himawari was confident that she would be capable of at least weakening it and to break away if possible.
Not that she planned on getting caught by him anyway.
Hoshino Ienori had never been able to catch her.
“Think you can trump me with your Mokuton, Bakanori?” she countered with a defiantly raised eyebrow, pinpointing his location through his taunt.
Though, honestly, she was no fool. She had given him the advantage by making the decision of staying within the grounds and not taking the spar to water. Without her swords, and an empty stomach coupled with just being a lazy asshole, it was doubtful she would come up as victor.
Himawari nearly winced as she unwillingly recalled Makoto-sensei’s casual, yet meaningful warning of, “If you pay don’t attention, they’ll eventually catch up to you.”
It had held several underlying meanings beyond just her speed and being the avoidant that she was, Himawari merely scowled mentally and shoved the thought away. Oh, great Sage of Six Paths, let that day not be today. There were many times that she had lost to Ienori and Mamoru in spars—and honestly, if you asked her, she would whole-heartedly answer that she had always been the weakest in their team—but she had already established herself as an arrogant piece of crap with her performance at the compound this morning and she wasn’t sure if she wanted her ego to take that blow.
Just take it to water, her conscious hissed. He’s not giving you any breaks.
That's a bit unnecessary, she sighed.
He called you short.
Himawari suddenly revelled in the sound of the rushing river behind her before using Shunshin to hurl herself to the other side of the dome, kunai drawn. "I'm not short!" she hissed out, her entrance involving a heel kick from above aimed at her teammate, which would be followed by several other composed kicks.
NOTES: I JUST WROTE STUFF IDK LOOK AT ALL THAT IRRELEVANT RUBBISH AND BABBLE TAGS: IENORI HOSHINO BC THESE GIANT LINKS BE CRAMPIN' MY STYLE WORDS:7?? |
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