Jailbreak! (Tatsu)

If Tatsu wasn't in such a, well, restricted position, he would be squirming with how incredibly adorable her quiet and utterly honest answer was. Just a small little 'no' that he might have missed entirely if there was any other noise to compete against her petite tone. Who was this little angel obviously sent from the heavens to at least entertain him if nothing else? Her presence felt so randomized, yet so perfect. If she was planning to be a regular visitor, he most certainly would not object.

But visiting was not on the menu today, for her curious fingers brushed over the tags marking his seals, and Tatsu could all but feel the shiver of sudden anticipation rake down his spine. He tilted his head, his smile broadening, a light gathering in his irises as he took in this small growing revelation of just who this girl was about to become for him. His savior-- rescuer-- answered prayer from the gods-- was he really going to get out today? Right now? Just like that? It wasn't even his birthday!

The abrupt and sharply toned "Hey," broke whatever fantastical fantasy this was about to become and the corners of his smile drooped ever so slightly.

There came a moment's hesitation in which his guards filed into the room one by one, and his guest's fingers hooked under the first tag. Then there was a rip. A long satisfying rip that fell into a second. The seals broke, and chakra, black as night, flooded the room in a torrent.

The shinobi guard who dared to draw a weapon on the girl found the kunai torn from his fingers and reversed to his own throat before he could take another step further. The two behind him, lackeys at best, collided into one another by a force of a nature that caught itself up in their forehead protectors. The metal in those plates made it easy for the Jiton user to drag their noggins together with enough startling force to knock them to the floor in a groaning mess. As for the shinobi with an unfortunate seemingly possessed blade pressed against his adam's apple, he remained stopped where he stood for fear of death if he should do anything else. The poor lout knew what was happening, because this was exactly what the Raikage had warned them about. Don't enter the cell with weapons, and do not release those chakra seals. Quite frankly, no one should have entered the cell at all; save for his psychiatrist.

With his chakra back as his own, Tatsu closed his eyes and relished in the reunion, enjoying the way it filled his entire being as it should. His Jiton abilities put a vibration to the room, rattling the bars to his cell, his trademarked Magnetic Field the cause for all the metal suddenly taking a life of its own. While one kunai kept the remaining conscious guard on his toes, a second slipped out of his pocket, hovered for a second, before striking off at throwing speed to cut through Tatsu's binds, freeing his arms from their prison with easy snaps.

"Ah yeah," he groaned, his arms falling to his sides as he rolled his shoulders. Tatsu could feel his joints popping as he rose, the tattoos decorating the right most side of his bare torso twisting and dancing with his movements. "Feels good," he sang. Feels amazing, downright dirty-- oh to move again--

"Y-You!" The shinobi guard found his voice, his panicked gaze snapping from the young woman at the cell bars, to the prisoner quite on his way to escaping. "S-stay where you are! By the order of the Raika--" His words stopped, the kunai point digging into his throat pressing harder for silence. Good thing he was smart enough to obey the slight, otherwise he'd be a choking on his own blood by now.

Tatsu moved his way forward, nothing but a few cylinder bars blocking his path to complete freedom. "My, so it is a treat," the infamous Kumogakure shinobi had eyes only for his savior, to which he beamed at, easily using his manipulation abilities within his ranged field to bend the bars enough to allow him to slip free. To think, all it took to get him free was a simple lift of a few chakra seals. Yet no one dreamed anyone would ever want to free him. Yet here they are.

Now standing before the girl-- such a strange, curious, delightful girl-- I want to keep her-- he judged her again in this new light, face to face, with no barrier between them. "You are something special, aren't you, princess?" He grinned wider, and threw an arm out in a flourish, bowing low, his dark hair slipping over one shoulder in the gesture. "For my freedom, I, Tatsu, owe you my life. What say you and I get out of this musky old dungeon, aye?"

He held a hand out to Fumiko, his amber irises bright and thankful, smile curving into his eyes. Perhaps she would never know what she had just released, but, then again, Tatsu would never quite know just who released him either.