The crude fighter slept soundly. A groggy state of being cloaked him as he inhaled the morning air. Movement shifted atop him, which what ultimately broke his slumber. The words 'wake up' echoed within his semi-conscious state that demanded he move. His eyes snapped open, black and piercing as he realized his mind had slipped from it's battle readied state. He was unprepared, he let his guard down, he couldn't fathom who would be able to approach him so unguardedly. As he rose quickly, his hand found itself grasping another's that was atop him and with a firm pull moved to off-balance that hand to regain control of the situation. His face moving close to the threat that was atop him, his eyes only a moment from transforming and teeth gritted he paused only inches from Sadayo's face. "Wh-" he started to question with a growl before realizing who he'd advanced towards. "Sa..." memories of sitting against the tree flashed through his head. "...da..." memories of the woman's heart ache shared with his own. "yo..." his lips completed the word slowly as fragments of memory returned to him of intertwined bodies. His face went blank as a bright pink tint took his cheeks. His hand loosened from hers as she would surely notice his less than decent figure, his lower body covered only by his own attire he'd been wearing the day before as it was draped over him. His senses, having finally returned left him with some small notion of what might have transpired, but only at a primal level...his knowledge of carnal desires was still lacking. The Uchiha was entirely unsure of how to speak now...let alone what he would say.
Hurrak
Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2021 1:24 pm
Sadayo◦❖◦Soga
Within the fast, terrifying seconds in which Masato snatched and pulled her hand, growled, barring his teeth, flashing an ominous look in his eyes- she flinched! Her whole body flinched! Wrist, hair, shoulders, you name it. Like adrenaline jerked her but she could barely budge. Sadayo’s mortified expression hardening as her brows wrinkled, delayed her breath, and she slipped her hand out of his grip the moment his hold came loose. Clarity or not, that instance was a kind reminder as to why the raging beast of the desert sort of rubbed her the wrong way. Unlike last night.
After Masato strung the syllables of her name together it was about like they were on the same page: an unknown page and the both of them stuck on different paragraphs yet stumbling over the same word which neither of them could nor wanted to fully process, let alone, say out loud. Pink cheeked to prove it.
Sadayo's sights wandered then. Cautiously. A little too tongue-tied, among other things, to really admire what she cashed in on after feeling as bad as she did: shirtless, shirtless, abdomen, muscle-muscle- and that's new. It was the sight of his hip. Just his hip. Bare with his own garments as a fine, wrinkled barrier averting her attention and certainly something she never ever ever dream of seeing. Awkward confirmations just keep piling up.
If she could speak she would. Sadayo choked on her nerves. Not only had something wild happened but she knew what. The look on her face seeming hollow. She looked at him and shivered- everything shivered- as more than just the morning chill was setting in. Dismounting, really, because that's what it's called after being sprawled over someone's legs as if trying to pin them in place, she started to turn away slowly. Inch by inch. Bringing her legs to her chest and pulling the bedroll over him in her place.
To finally pulling her knees close, squeezing, and curling over into an upright, uncomfortable human ball. Attention fixated wholeheartedly on the husk of the bonfire. Cold, like her carefree passion. Well. He was up. Now what?
She spoke, so uncharacteristically soft and lightly like a little mouse voicing an announcement "I'm going home now." Her head, Mass of hair in all its entirety, turning slowly to take in all of her travel belongings strewn across the ground. "In a minute." She squirmed a little, in her little bound up ball finding herself feeling fatigued in light of a couple hours of rest. "When...when I can feel my legs a-gain." Classes in health and medicine apparently weren't enough to save her from this moment. "Sorta of…"
The woman's face revealed the underlying fear that she had of Masato, like all people had of him...but he hadn't seen that in the fuzzy memories of the previous night. Her flinch, the subtle jerk away from him caused him to open his hands and put them up before him. The raising of his hands would release the garment that shielded her from what she had partaken of the night before. No indication of his shame he continued the conversation as normal " I- uh. Sorry. Here!" he said hurriedly as he began to move nimbly about the ground, helping Sadayo pick up her belongings. His naked form showcased in each various pose as he packed up and finally, before reproaching would clothe himself as though he'd done nothing wrong. As he approached he would kneel before her with his back to her. " Climb on. I can make it a short ride back to the village, give your legs a rest."
Hurrak
Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2021 12:30 am
Sadayo◦❖◦Soga
This really wasn’t going well. What was worse? Someone else refilling and disorganizing her supply bag or the stark naked man who was refilling and disorganizing her supply bag? The little scrolls, runty knives, bounds of wire, packets of smashed foliage, treacherous small canisters, and vials of toxic liquids which, frankly, no one needed to know about were all there. Anyhow, Sadayo’s ability to dedicate any passing thought to fret over her belongings so long as she was choked up, sights wide and gawking on one wanton, agile display. Her hope to fire any strings, to pull things herself, added up to nothing more than little orange blobby blips of chakra on her fingertips.
Masato’s nimble, stalwart frame, and massive black mess of hair together rehashing her murky memories left her jaw trembling in awe- shock- or however you might describe one being on a fence teetering between disgust and captivation. Clothes, it seems, didn’t fix the problem and his blatant offer to carry her wasn’t helping. Wide eyed. Stuck. What was just a couple seconds of pause between a reply felt longer to her. Climb on!? Awh man, the voice in her head was fretting further physical contact. No amount of life drawing classes, nor the world's supply of lusty romance novels could have prepared her for a dreadful, untimely sober allure suggesting some fraction of Sadayo wasn’t allowed to just ignore the previous night. Nothing in her psyche was strong enough to ward off rekindling sparks of desire confusing her in plain sight.
In a quick succession, Sadayo unbent from her curled posture and sat upright only to furiously batter at her own abdomen while her taxi’s back was turned. Thoughts sound off some desperate, internal plea:Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Until her body’s defiant reply ached, stunned her, and she flopped abruptly face first onto his back doubled over in pain. Forcing her eyes shut as her own overtaxed muscles were stabbing back. A literal gut-wrenching blow sent her forward. Sadayo flopped hard enough to bend her nose against Masato’s back; skew her lips just enough over his skin that she could actually taste salt and dirt off his back. Sounding off a griping whine to boot! She blindly claws and snatches handfuls of his hair until, hand by hand, slaps and holds the top of his shoulders. Only to break away long enough to snatch up the bag. Finally. Finally, the pain subsides long enough that she could tear away from his back. Grumbling, sickly sputtering away the taste of gross and voices but one urgent request: ”Le-leave the blanket. Let it DIE! LET IT DIE! " Masato’s shoulders busy being subjected to the grating of her fingernails. Angry, horrified, confused, disgusted, and shocked. The other rampant emotions ransacking a girl who was otherwise detached and stoic.
tab [::En route::]
"Why can't this be a bad dream?" She begged piteously aloud to herself. With the allure of the night finally gone, Sadayo had wedged her bag between her head and Masato’s hair. She couldn’t fathom what kind of senseless interest her past self had in Masato's disorderly mop and scrutinized the overall mass attached to the back of his head. Constantly. The woman’s only hair ties snapped during the night. Her hair was a carefree, flowing oddity all in itself- nevertheless- Sadayo was confident any knot in her hair wouldn’t snap the first hairbrush after just one day. "How short are you gauging this short trip be anyway? This is-" she paused to mind an itch over her brow. "That's one end of Fire to the other." Not that she let him have room to answer right away. Sadayo instead filed off onto her first complaint and whined (with plenty of sneering undertones) . “I want a bath. I need a bath! I want to clean this yellow sparkly gook off my face.” The shimmering cosmetic over her mouth and eyes that she was frankly too caught up in the moment earlier to check if any smeared off on Masato’s face. ”I want to brush my hair! But most of all I want the stupid pain to stop!”
Sadayo's ever present uncertainty was entirely captured by Masato. His ability to perceive emotions thanks to Kurama had ultimately made the entire translation of things possible. Sadayo's complex blend of embarrassment, anger, confusion, shock,hints of desire and her unpleasant mood towards her personal appearance were clearly transmitted. Deep within his being, for the first time since Masato and Sadayo had crossed each other the night before Kurama spoke up. 'Seems you've gotten yourself involved.' laughter echoed throughout Masato's inner world that kurama slumbered. ' Didn't think you'd ever figure something like that out.'
Masato's face flustered in silence as both Sadayo's commands to leave the blanket and Kurama's ribbing of the Uchiha happened in unison. She'd complied, no matter how she'd come to it, she now rested on his back as he hoisted her up. His hands grasped the underside of her thighs to support her and try to take the pressure off of her own muscles. As he ran with her, doing his best to support her so she wasn't jarred with every step he would be attacked with a barrage of questions and complains. Sadayo's desire to clean up was warranted, but not something Masato innately understood. " I can clear the land of fire in about six hours...normally" As his voice trailed off before the word normally escaped his lips a golden chakra would flood his form, giving him a fiery appearance. Magatama formed around his bicepts in sets of three, totaling six while black lines at various points of his body; his Kurama Sage Mode becoming active. "but like this... I can clear it in two."
Like lightning the man would move, the figure of the two would appear as a golden streak of lightning that moved towards the skies. As he slowed, the two hovered roughly fifty feet over the treetops they'd previously stood upon. He effortlessly manuvered the woman to be cradled in both arms. "I'll be gentle" he said, referring to the immense speed and power he oviously moved with as he stared at the horizon. He'd learned from past experiences that others couldn't handle this velocity with ease. In reality, Masato could clear the distance in one hour at top speed, but two hours would cause the least amount of discomfort while getting to their destination quickly. Two golden chakra arms from Kurama would expand from Masato's radiant chakra and move in a swimming motion that propelled the two forward with a boom as the air was pushed from the area with great force. The trees below the two would appear like green globs, the occasional meadow or small outlying village of people peeking through for an instant.
Nearly an hour of travel like this would pass as the two of them moved with with grace and power through the land of fire. Masato would seem to pause, looking down at Sadayo who he carried with both arms. A tinge of red coated his face as he looked away with a less than obvious expression after being caught. The more he traveled with her at his chest, the more he would recollect of their conversation the night before. He was frustrated over all else at this remembrance as he could not find the strength in his entire body to bring the softer parts of their conversation up again. Each time he looked down at her, he felt as though she'd defeated him in every advance. "Gah." he finally let out as he halted all movement, hovering mid air for a moment The veins of his hyuuga ancestry would bulge around his standard three tomoe sharingan manifested while he surveyed the area. " Ah, there it is!" he exclaimed as he would body flicker from their location in the skies to what one would assume is what he'd been searching for, eyes returning to normal. Masato stood before a building nestled in a small offshoot of the mountains that was clearly marked as "Onsen". The spring and hotel was nestled far from most if not any beaten path. " Masato gently would bring Sadayo to stand. "Here, I know things are...uncomfortable. The ol' granny here runs a pretty nice spring. I used to relax here after training when I was training Kotori in the winter. You'll be able to clean up and recover before heading back to the village, if you'd like. "
Masato would move forward, sliding the cloth that covered the door to the establishment's entry. " Yo! Granny! Got room for two?" He called out as they broke the threshold. A small elderly woman would appear from a side room. She was no taller than four feet and wore sandy grey hair with a pea pod like bun atop her head. She shuffled in her pristine sky blue attire through the room. "Why yes, Kotori joining you this ti-" she paused, seeing Sadayo and her...state. " Oh. Dear. Oh Dearie. This is a first. Not in a hundred years did I expect this one to come around with a...friend. " She shuffled faster as she retrieved a set of towels. " Now, mi'lady, come with me and we'll get you right as rain....and you." She said, glancing to Masato. "..you go get cleaned up but first I'll need another ton of logs if you don't mind?" she said hapharzardly as though it were normal to just chop a one ton unit of logs in a single day, let alone before getting cleaned up in such a time.
The woman would lead Sadayo down a hallway that opened into a women's changing room. After opening the door she would close it behind them. "Now then, you're safe in this room. I've had the village ninja set seals all around it to keep prying eyes and ears away. I must ask, what on earth brought his about? That man has never batted so much at an eye of any girl that's come to oggle him here. What on earth have you smitten him with? Kekekeke."
Meanwhile, Masato had begun to utilize his Kyotoryuu to slice apart logs by the hundreds. He'd done this several times before, piling logs behind the Onsen's supply building to get her through the last winter.
Hurrak
Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2021 11:33 pm
Sadayo◦❖◦Soga
What complaints came did so without fail. Being swept up, completely at Masato’s mercy, was about enough to dull the edge for her. In fact, Masato was presenting plenty of piling distractions with his answer. How short? Two hours. Absolutely mind-boggling when she tried stacking the how’s, why’s, and what this whole golden get up was. The markings on his face, brightly apparent in this golden form, really took her back. It was at this point in time that Sadayo found that she didn’t fully understand Masato’s connection to Kurama or much else for that matter. If she were of sound mind and not a stiff and sore mess, she might have been able to comprehend the answers on her own merit. How his face had altered just inches from her face. How could it not have all registered until now? Masato was fast! She knew that much and if she’d forgotten then these breakneck speeds were more than the refresher she needed. Sadayo echoed his words softly, cautiously through gritting teeth, “gentle?” Her brows furrowed. Worried. Did I hear that right? tab This guy was way faster than she ever knew! Recap! He was a meathead, punched things, was bitter about something just about all other instances she encountered him, possessed otherworldly life-saving teleportation resources… and he had evidently grown his hair out since they fled the Whirlpool. Reality couldn’t have given her better proof that Masato was a lot more than that smoking oger who was quick on his feet. He was a golden heavy hitting oger who could move like greased lightning. In the end, the excursion was gentle; likewise equally exciting, breathtaking, heart-pounding, but gentle, gold-colored terror trip. As long her hair wasn’t whipping anyone in the face and there was still a sturdy wall of flesh and muscle to turn to at times when the wind and blurring scenery was almost too much. Plus, it wasn’t all bad looking upward to Masato when the world was too much take in. He did have a nice jawline.
They stopped and much to Sadayo's surprise the two were just floating there. Okay? Her thoughts began to buzz with questions. Maybe he has wind training under his belt? Where are we? What is he doing? She squirmed slightly just enough to catch her bearings before tuning back into what was another demonstration of his power. Which hardly anything at this going rate was making sense to her. One skewed expression coming to Sadayo’s face was plenty proof of her skepticism regarding the unusual duo of red eyes and bulging veins. One thing after another, it seemed. As Masato lowered her to stand she was still, somewhat, taken up in disbelief over this whole affair. It was still safe to call the hour morning. The two of them were suddenly far-removed from the patch of woods where one despoiled bedroll was abandoned and now goodness knows where in the Fire country.
Did she expect this detour to a spring resort? Not in the slightest! This undoubtedly unselfish gesture truthfully caught her off guard and onto feeling outright embarrassed with her own behavior. Then again, he did say he could cross the country in a fraction of the time she ever could. "Alright." She answered and produced a singular, solid clap as she pressed her hands together. A bath was what she wanted. A turn of her wrist to point her fingers forward granting some indication she was willing to advance. "After you."
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Being suddenly ushered away by an old woman was simply not expected. The moment was nearing a sense of calm finally when the elder closed the door behind and coaxed a ragged Sadayo one juicy step closer to a satisfying shower. But listening to the elder’s stirring commentary was interesting to say the least. Hearing about young women fawning over a grumpy meathead made Sadayo smirk and feel like a wiser woman; yet her only comment was polite. ”Business must have been booming with him around.
The elder’s questions equally weren’t easy to pass over. No question! It was way too soon to be talking about the intimate evening behind her. Sadayo was in the middle of folding boots when she was already stumbling into answering the elder’s question with a gradual shake of her head. “N-no. No. I don’t think I've smitten him with... unless,” the corners of her mouth curled and joked. “I sat by a bonfire and rolled around in the dirt! Maybe he’s got a hankering for a girl covered in dirt?” She was earnestly so absorbed in her own joke that her snorting snickers were hard to hide as she busily removed another item off her person. Meanwhile, her unbound heap of hair began to lift and fluff itself in its curious fashion in the few seconds of laughter. Sadayo managed to notice too. Quickly. Ergo, the girl dropped whatever possession to pull her dress up and over her head as if desperate to smother the life out of her hair. “Otherwise,” she pulled her head free of her dress and continued, “I’m rather doubtful that he’s actually interested in me. We’re different. I’m more of the literary type and he’s so...” What was a good phrase that offered complements rather than insults?”Athletically inclined.” For the most part, whatever she shared had to be crafted carefully or in disclosed vaguely in good humor. Sadayo had often found the older generation to be more scrutinizing wild antics of young people. Furthermore, how do two respectable women go about discussing antics? How could she share that an up and coming face in the new Leaf was letting herself be seduced by dark, come hither eyes that belonged to a fetching beast of a man that were purely irresistible after downing the world's worst beverage to be polite? Or was she actually thirsty? The little details were frustrating to try to reconfigure.
At this point, Sadayo had folded and stacked her belongings (which she found were in worse shape) into a small, tidy basket and accepted a clean towel. "He seems like the type more impressed by physical prowess like how fast someone can chop logs. He's probably out there literally going to chop up two-thousand pounds of lumber now!" The image running her mind's eye of Masato chopping trees into miniscule logs after logs and logs versus, well, herself trying the very same thing and flopping was so pathetic that it lured a laugh into the world. "That's not my forte." Whether she realized it or not that image of the same, alluring figure from previous night wasn't escaping the topic of their conversation.
The elderly attendant continued to prepare her guest. While Sadayo emptied her belongings into the basket provided, the woman would provide a white robe and towels to the visitor. She continued to shuffle, moving towards the back door of the changing room before sitting seiza style before the door and folding her hands over her lap, waiting patiently while continuing the conversation. Her lips curled into a gentle smile as Sadayo continued to control the conversation's topic, revolving around Masato. "I see. Well, what while you two were rolling in the dirt, what did you actually talk about? Keke. I can't imagine a pretty face and a smile is all it took for him to take the time to bring you here?" She paused and adjusted her positioning, awaiting Sadayo to finish preparations and head to the spring outside. " Indeed he does seem to excel at violence and unhuman feats of strength. It vexes me to wonder what drives him toward that end."
Meanwhile, the echoes of splitting logs and toppling trees echoed through the mountain ranges surrounding the secluded onsen.
Hurrak
Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2021 11:50 am
Sadayo◦❖◦Soga
There was no dodging it. The elder was so patient that brushing aside subject of what happened couldn't be done without good reason. Avoiding for the sake of avoiding an awkward topic wasn't well a enough reason. She didn't have the heart to say no either.
"At one point, Masato described how he felt. He said something that made me think one of those hero types who wants to fix everything when the situation is bad. Get stronger and fix it. Instead, the bad, i suppose, keeps piling on and he blames himself. At the very least, I do recall telling him that taking blame for what miseries that befalls the world wasn't healthy." She wouldn't manage a word for word replay of what was said before. There was too much overtapped passion and not enough logic. At that point, however, the memory was better left a blurry event that was downright embarrassing to discuss further. But the sentiment found in retracing the conversation was worth the trouble."Maybe some ..unresolved anger shoved in there somewhere?" She added on an air of skepticism but sighed and waved off the wonder. She wasn't a psychologist.
"At another part in iur conversation, we conveyed- rather admitted, how we were both alone now. He lost someone. I think he might have been hinting at a loss somewhat greater than that. To lose friends and family. It might have taken a hard look back to find that finally recalling one of the more somber topics of the previous evening was scratching on cryptic details she had mostly missed. "As if he hesitated to say that much." Where were all those friends he ran with in the sand anyway?
" I lost," she paused. She wrinkled her brow and allowed her sights to wander away, purposefully, the elder. Sadayo paused to carefully downplay the vague little details and trample over them before a tear-jerking sting could settle in,"people too. Sooner than expected. " She shrugs as if trying to brush off the pain of loss as her attention returns to the conversation.
"I suppose, then, that we bonded on all of this and the hope to keep going. Despite it all." The thought didn't occur to her until later to just pour running water on her face if she couldn't hold up. Therr is some old line of thinking floating in existence which states showering is like an experience of cleaning both the body and soul; hiding tears is just a plus. "Misery thrives in company, right?"
But she held up and keep good spirits in light of the misery comment. Her job would be a little more difficult if cracking under pressure while sober was a problem. "I guess I could talk him into having me treat him to dinner or something." The sound of trunks cracking and thumping to the ground probably meant Masato was at work. Wasn’t she technically supposed to be working too? She frowned on the very thought. All work and no rest and last she ate was yesterday morning. "Or lunch." She turned from the elder, long enough to hide a look regarding how unimpressed she was with herself. Lahlil was turning her into a workaholic.
