The deed was done. Of course, she had been rather vocal through it all. Not extremely so. Kagerou didn't scream or anything. Her bells, ringing with the movement of her wrists, were by far the loudest thing in the room, but there was plenty of moaning Shadow's name sometimes paired with other words to express either Kagerou's devotion or impatience, various methods of inhaling and releasing breath while under pressure, and whatever other noises people made when doing such things. Kagerou had even smelled and tasted the deed. For science, of course. Seriously. Smelling and tasting had nothing to do with Shadow. Her reason was, and it was so true that Kagerou immediately felt more frightened than she already was at the power of love combined with the power of unstoppable desire. She couldn't believe she had just thought that, but she did.
Mostly sated for now, Kagerou washed up and cleaned up the bathroom, which was mostly just splashing enough water on the floor for everything to drain down the drain in the center of the bathroom. The cup that the bathroom came with was really handy for this task. The bathroom would be wet, but at least there wouldn't be obvious signs of what he had done. Kagerou wouldn't have cared except he kept on stepping in the stuff.
Now, Kagerou was naked and wet. Clean up had been a bit messy because the cause of it was messy He looked at his dripping face in the mirror. Yeah, he had to clean that, too, thanks to inexperience and lack of control. In the mirror, he saw… not the spitting image of his father in his youth. "Are you a boy, or are you a girl?" he teased the reflection gently, leaning onto the sink. He actually looked fully male, just as he had felt, but it appeared that his face still looked more like his mother's than his father's even after the gender switch. Kagerou clearly was no girl, though. He was generally bigger in every way and while he did not have the well-defined muscle structure of those ninjas with more physical leanings, his body had lost much of the softness it had as a girl. Curiosity coming to the forefront, Kagerou brought both hands up to his neck to explore his new body, paying no heed to whoever was to interrupt. His hands arced up to cover his ears. He accepted his change in gender easily, having already that it was best taken in flow rather than resistance. Rounding her ears, Kagerou's fingers traced his cheek bones and connected at the nose before splitting again to circle his eyes. He wasn't just measuring the change in his face but also the growth of her hands. As much as this time was a moment to familiarize with his unfamiliar face and experiment on himself to find spots that felt nice to be touched in, this was also a time to get used to his new hands. He took this time to familiarize with the increased reach of her fingers and even his arms when he leaned back and stretched his hands towards the mirror. He took however many steps he needed to fully stretch out his arms between the mirror and her body. Then he returned the arms back to his neck. This time, instead of exploring the front, his fingers intertwined through his hair.
Why had Kagerou bothered exploring his face when he wanted nothing more than to see Shadow? Why, it was because he knew that appearance could be important. He wanted to look good when he met Shadow and he needed to know what looked best with his face. One of Kagerou's hands twisted his hair into on bunch as he thought, Kagerou, without a single scrap of clothing left the bathroom to pick up a kunai from his pants. He brought it the whole thing back, patting his face and body dry with the pair of jeans. The jeans were placed atop the sink once Kagerou felt mostly dry. Back in front of the mirror, one hand deftly pulled a kunai out of the familiar pouches. With a clean, practiced motion, Kagerou cut off her long locks without a thought. Without concern for cleanup, Kagerou let the loose strands pile on the bathroom floor. It was a rough cut but with a touch of the knife here and there she turned it into an acceptable, intentionally messy look. Liking the image of her male self with shorter hair, Kagerou gave the mirror a wide smile. He only hoped Shadow would like it. Then he spotted a stray hair and the smile dropped. It looked like it was unavoidable, Kagerou would need to ask his mom to cut his hair for him while he begged his dad to do the little favor of looking for Shadow's chakra signature. Kagerou admitted to himself with a defeated smirk. Shadow and the Mizukage seemed close. Certainly, a sensor of Kirigakure would know his chakra signature. It was worth a shot, and a better option than heading straight to the Crafting Collective, which Kagerou suspected Shadow had gone to, only to learn that Shadow had actually gone elsewhere.
He pocketed the kunai and traced a finger over her torn lip. It had actually gotten worse. Kagerou had bitten it during the previous deed. The blood he tasted when he ran his tongue along it brought back the recent memories. Regardless, he'd need to fix the lip. With a ring of the bells on his wrist, Kagerou cast a basic healing technique to clear away the wound. "Hmmm," he hummed to himself, deciding that any other improvements would need proper tools and other assistance. He just needed to dress now.
Reaching over to the toilet, where the shoulder bag had been placed before the floor got thoroughly wet, Kagerou retrieved the shoulder bag that contained Takeda's clothes. He raided through it. Barring the scarf, which Kagerou sort of just pushed to the side, Takeda had, surprisingly, very similar clothes to what Kagerou normally wore. Of course, though, these were the larger male version. Kagerou tossed them onto her body. They fit comfortably, and that was really the only thing Kagerou cared for in regards to clothes. It was kind of like how he wanted to cut his hair but didn't really think he needed something super cool, or maybe he just didn't have the time for that. In fact, Kagerou was so unconcerned that she skipped the undershirt and only zipped up the sweater he wore underneath his hoodie part way. He was a guy, for crying out loud. It was no longer a crime to reveal her chest. As a finishing touch, Kagerou readjusted and pulled on her standard equipment pouches. Chest, arms, and leg were all fully clothed, in a way. All Kagerou didn't have were shoes, and because he didn't have shoes, he didn't bother ruining a perfectly good pair of socks by walking around in them.
Comfortably clothed, Kagerou left the bathroom with clothes, bag, scarf and all. The scarf and shoulder bag were put neatly on Takeda's bedside table. The scarf was folded neatly atop the bag and the map Kagerou needed Takeda to fill out lay just as neatly atop the scarf. As for Kagerou's clothes, he carried them in one arm for now, pulling his backpack to one shoulder with the other arm.
Just after walking out of Takeda's room, Kagerou noticed something rolling on the floor: a jar of some sort of sample. He also picked this up, scrutinized it, . Seeing as the Aburame girl, who was now gone, hadn't pounced on him immediately despite her apparent sex drive, it was possible she had originally come for another purpose. Kagerou shrugged, and also took the sample with him. [7/10]
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• Specialist -The user chooses to specializing in healing medical techniques and gains a great boost to their chakra control in that area. At Chunnin, they gain a -5 chakra reduction to perform techniques in their specialty. at Jounin, -10, at Konin -15 at Sannin -20. To clarify, they they gain a -5 chakra reduction every rank, to a maximum of -20 at sannin. All medical jutsu are still learnable by both sides, but the chakra control only applies to the chosen side.
• Grand Performance - The user can perform both types of arts (ninjutsu and genjutsu) through their performance or instrument, often casting them at the same time (must pay for both techniques). Can perform D rank techniques through instrument at gennin, C at Chunnin, B at jounin, A at Konin, and S at Sannin.
• Learn Medical techniques one (1) post faster.
• Learn ninjutsu (1) post faster.
• Learn genjutsu one (1) post faster.
• D"eye"versity - Through the use of custom techs, Kagerou can swap between the normally limited abilities and techniques for her sharingan, potentially giving her access to all eye abilities and mangekyou techs. She can never have more than the written limits at any one time (e.g. access to all eye abilities but cannot use more than two at a time). In addition to learning the required custom and whatever additional requirements that custom might have, Kagerou needs to fulfill certain conditions for a safe swap. Each Sharingan ability or technique swapped must be retrained and adjusted to, a process that takes twenty [20] posts at first for each Sharingan ability/technique, is reduced by two [2] posts every time the Sharingan ability/technique is safely retrained, and can take a minimum of six [6] posts per Sharingan ability/technique. If necessary, Kagerou can perform a riskier, instant swap on the fly without the readjustment period, but these swaps can only last for up to five [5] posts and disables the Sharingan, which needs to recover from the strain, for twice [x2] the number of posts that the swap lasted for. Techniques learned with the 'To Copy' Sharingan ability, which can be swapped out, are not forgotten but must be retrained every time Kagerou safely swaps to the 'To Copy' ability. Instant swaps to the 'To Copy' ability give Kagerou all of her copied techniques without needing to retrain them. For every time Kagerou safely swaps to her 'To Copy' ability, her copied techniques take two [2] less posts to retrain, going down to a minimum of one [1] post to retrain each copied technique.
• Miracle Performance - Kagerou can perform healing eiseijutsu through her performance/instrument as if it was ninjutsu of the same rank. When performing healing medical techniques, she can target anyone who can hear her music with the jutsu. I.e. she no longer has to be within touch range of the target to use healing hands.
• The Good Host - 1/2 off all implant chakra requirements.
• Mind and Body - A sound soul resides in a sound mind and a sound body. To ensure the health of all three, Kagerou must master every aspect of medicine. Kagerou gains an additional medical field type. The additional type needs to be trained separately from the first.
• Evergreen Growth - Life always finds a way, especially when it's helped by someone who truly cherishes it. Plants cultivated by Kagerou grow as if the soil they are nourished by is +1 grade higher than it actually is. Unfertilized soil yields crops in 2 rl weeks. Low-grade fertilizer yields crops in 1 week. High-grade fertilizer reaches a new level of fast and yields crops in 4 days. (Post-acceptance note: I just realized that there is an Evergreen religion in this guild. I did not mean for this to be a religious PA in any way. It's just botany. I hope that's not a problem.)
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The halls had never really been jam packed. Of course, there were enough people to be shocked by the daring scene between Nozomi and Kagerou. If either had been thinking normally, they wouldn't have dared gone as far as they did. However, it wasn't like there were all that many people, and thankfully none of them were nurses. This was why Kagerou found the sample Nozomi brought untouched. This also contributed to her quick exit of the hospital.
Most empty now, as the day was ending, Kagerou had no need to wait in lines. He placed his clothes in the locker the hospital provided for medical shinobi. He turned in the sample for preservation until he could look at it. He appreciated the romantic views of the night sky from the windows he passed, wondering what Shadow was doing under the same moon he walked under. "Shadow, Kagerou. Shadow, Kagerou," she sang quietly under her breath, emphasizing the similarity in meaning the two names could have. Never mind that Kagerou knew her name meant "heat haze" and nothing about "shadow."
How was Kagerou able to function through all the errands despite the ever growing urge to fly to Shadow's side? Well, Takeda was a fantastic motivator. Love was one thing, but survival gave it a run for its money. Kagerou did not want to find out the kind of rage he would show if he found that a mess had been made in his room, so Kagerou had to take his clothes out, but he couldn't exactly lug it everywhere.
Then there was Nozomi. If Kagerou was Nozomi, he wasn't sure if he could stay away. He did not want to be pressed down and assaulted when meeting Shadow, so even if it was only one reason he got rid of by handling Nozomi's sample, it was still one less reason for her to seek him out. Kagerou's obsession for Shadow began to show. He normally wouldn't wish harm on someone for the world. Shadow was just greater than the world to him.
Anyways, it was okay. It was sort of on the way. Kagerou remembered even the smallest details of Shadow. He had left without shoes. Even back then, Shadow had won against Kagerou's desperate attempts to resist. He'd need to bring Shadow his shoes.
Taking the detour, Kagerou glimpsed the chaos occurring in the room. Floating Miki. Noemi and Kirama looked like they were about to gut each other. It further proved his suspicions that those affected were limited to those who had endured the nightmare event. However, Kagerou wasted no time in ignoring it all. Love for Shadow winning above all, Kagerou braved what may come and retrieved his shoes from the mess, relieved and happy to see that Shadow had not been caught in this complicated crossfire.
Really, as Kagerou left behind Shadow's hospital room and then the hospital as a whole, he could only think of one thing besides Shadow the overwhelming desire to see Shadow and make sure he was alright. Already, even if Kagerou had his reasons, he had left the poor kid alone for too long. The thought was, namely, Kagerou worrying, . If Nozomi was any kind of example, then it meant that Kagerou's love could very well be one-sided. The very thought hurt his chest, and not knowing what else to do, he could only hold it tight.
However, of course Kagerou wasn't going to just leave it like that. He was absolutely determined to win Shadow's love, one way or another and with all his power. the resolution came scarily easy to Kagerou, Dedicated obsessiveness, yet there was no flash of violence in his insanity. Regardless of what changes befell him, so long as they did not change who Kagerou was at heart, then he was still that level-headed, peace-loving, non-violent medic he always was. [7/10]
Exit to The Sero | Apartments
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• Specialist -The user chooses to specializing in healing medical techniques and gains a great boost to their chakra control in that area. At Chunnin, they gain a -5 chakra reduction to perform techniques in their specialty. at Jounin, -10, at Konin -15 at Sannin -20. To clarify, they they gain a -5 chakra reduction every rank, to a maximum of -20 at sannin. All medical jutsu are still learnable by both sides, but the chakra control only applies to the chosen side.
• Grand Performance - The user can perform both types of arts (ninjutsu and genjutsu) through their performance or instrument, often casting them at the same time (must pay for both techniques). Can perform D rank techniques through instrument at gennin, C at Chunnin, B at jounin, A at Konin, and S at Sannin.
• Learn Medical techniques one (1) post faster.
• Learn ninjutsu (1) post faster.
• Learn genjutsu one (1) post faster.
• D"eye"versity - Through the use of custom techs, Kagerou can swap between the normally limited abilities and techniques for her sharingan, potentially giving her access to all eye abilities and mangekyou techs. She can never have more than the written limits at any one time (e.g. access to all eye abilities but cannot use more than two at a time). In addition to learning the required custom and whatever additional requirements that custom might have, Kagerou needs to fulfill certain conditions for a safe swap. Each Sharingan ability or technique swapped must be retrained and adjusted to, a process that takes twenty [20] posts at first for each Sharingan ability/technique, is reduced by two [2] posts every time the Sharingan ability/technique is safely retrained, and can take a minimum of six [6] posts per Sharingan ability/technique. If necessary, Kagerou can perform a riskier, instant swap on the fly without the readjustment period, but these swaps can only last for up to five [5] posts and disables the Sharingan, which needs to recover from the strain, for twice [x2] the number of posts that the swap lasted for. Techniques learned with the 'To Copy' Sharingan ability, which can be swapped out, are not forgotten but must be retrained every time Kagerou safely swaps to the 'To Copy' ability. Instant swaps to the 'To Copy' ability give Kagerou all of her copied techniques without needing to retrain them. For every time Kagerou safely swaps to her 'To Copy' ability, her copied techniques take two [2] less posts to retrain, going down to a minimum of one [1] post to retrain each copied technique.
• Miracle Performance - Kagerou can perform healing eiseijutsu through her performance/instrument as if it was ninjutsu of the same rank. When performing healing medical techniques, she can target anyone who can hear her music with the jutsu. I.e. she no longer has to be within touch range of the target to use healing hands.
• The Good Host - 1/2 off all implant chakra requirements.
• Mind and Body - A sound soul resides in a sound mind and a sound body. To ensure the health of all three, Kagerou must master every aspect of medicine. Kagerou gains an additional medical field type. The additional type needs to be trained separately from the first.
• Evergreen Growth - Life always finds a way, especially when it's helped by someone who truly cherishes it. Plants cultivated by Kagerou grow as if the soil they are nourished by is +1 grade higher than it actually is. Unfertilized soil yields crops in 2 rl weeks. Low-grade fertilizer yields crops in 1 week. High-grade fertilizer reaches a new level of fast and yields crops in 4 days. (Post-acceptance note: I just realized that there is an Evergreen religion in this guild. I did not mean for this to be a religious PA in any way. It's just botany. I hope that's not a problem.)
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Oh young love such a sweet feeling to bury it's self into the girl's head. At first she didn't know why this sudden interest came about. Did it happen when he help her to bed. His well toned muscle's did seem impressive for such a slender delightful figure. The more she thought of him the more obsession grew. His well reformed gestures, His way of speaking pleasing to the ear's like a soft breeze."Gods." Just thinking about Jack melted her fragile heart. Miki wanted him like a ravage beast. Slight drool rolling down the side of her lips. But the sudden feeling halted seeing his actions. " A snake .. amazing I wish I was that bag right no-" startled by the flash of light Miki fell smacking the ground. Groaning from the impact she glanced around. Even though her body was sore and in pain she sat up in time to see Jack vanishing. Although Miki surely disappointed she was more amazed upon his actions." Oh god he's so amazing I must find him and... and consult my feelings with him right not that I wish to kiss him or anything. One step at a time Miki at a time."
She put a hold on her fantasy talk to look at the other boy's in the room. They had been somewhat noise and that buzzing sound just like a Insect... Miki glared down the pink haired fellow. Are those bee's? Just eyeing those little devils sent shivers down her spine. Bugs was not a fear of hers but she would be dammed to have them near her special bee's with their stingers."Nope nope nope." Miki was going to get the heck out of that room even if she had to crawl /roll lung by any means. Reaching for a cabinet to lift herself up she accidently opened it in which held some of her belongings. Some ruined by blood stains even though they looked like they had been washed. Her eye's stared deeply at a cloak which was beautiful but reached for it swinging it around herself. The small questions could wait for now it was time to blitz on out. " My sweet prince I'm coming for you wherever you may be I will find you." And with that she gave them a peace sign, rolled out of the room and into the hallway passing by a nurse with a wheelchair. Caught off guard the nurse jumped letting go of it to reach down and help Miki." What on earth are you doing out here you should be in your room." She added getting the girl into the chair. Taking a deep breath she felt a funny well funnier not a simple word to describe it. Was it a different approach of escape?
"Ma'am unless you want to be stung by bee's wheel me out of here preferably a bug free location with Jack." The nurse had no idea what Miki was going on about so the women took it upon herself to look inside the room. Noticing now in full that bee's had been crawling on one of the boys face she stepped back closing the door and wheeled Miki down the hall as requested.
☥Noémi closed his eyes and nodded along as Kirama tried negotiating with him. Why would he close his eyes to an possible enemy? Simple he wasn't scared. This fog clouding his mind, in his mind he couldn't lose... after all he had to kill Jack for Miki, Kirama couldn't stop him. He tapped his chin lightly as his children began to quiet down so he could speak. "Ah yes yes... shhh daddy... That would the bee beeneficial. Très bien... je suis d'accord, I agree." He hummed out with a sickly sweet smile, clapping his hands excitedly, "We kill Jack. Hang him by his intestines and then we-" The sudden stop was caused when he opened his eyes to look at Kirama. A new wave hit him. HIs chest felt empty. He looked around the room in panic. Miki was gone. "Toi... Toi ... you took her! She beelonged to me! Me. me me me mememememe... Yes daddy. Pay. Must pay!" He shouted accusingly at Kirama. His hands gripping onto his long hair and pulling. How could Kirama steal his Miki so fast. Where did he put her. Where. "Gut le cochon... yes daddy... I will..." His sickly smile had vanished the moment he noticed Miki was gone. In his fogged mind there was no one else that could have taken her from him. She wouldn't just leave. They were destined for each other after all. It was just like with Jack. Kirama needed to be removed. His lips curled into a scowl as his children buzzing spiked, his hands gripping the sides of his hair harder. "Vous reviendrez Miki... She's mine. MiNE. MINE. This pain stings so much. SO MUCh... much sososo much." He snarled. His skin was steaming as he took a step forward, pointing his finger shakily at Kirama. His breathing was ragged as he struggled not to snap. This new empty pain in his chest was unbearable. When Kirama stole his Miki he stole the only thing his heart yearned for. How could he. HOW COULD HE. 'YES daddy. He needs to pay. He needs to bleed. He needs to die.' He thought with spite, using his next step to propel him towards Kirama. He curled his body toward the ground, his left arm tucking beneath him as he stopped just in front of the boy, his momentum carrying his let arm as he shot it upwards towards his chin. Even if the uppercut would miss it would prove to show just how out for blood the Aburame was, and he wasn't a pushover like Kumotake. The bees latched to his skin buzzing louder and louder, the sound spilling out into the hallway. The truce was over just as it began. Noémi was coming for Miki, wherever Kirama hid her.
[[ooc: Sorry Nuero, I had every intent of teaming up with you... before my new modifier was rolled. Blame Lan. :c ]] Chakra Pool:: [215 //255] Stamina Pool:: [345 //345] Kikaichu Pool:: [0,000 //2,000]
Quote; "There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man." :: Patrick Rothfuss Noémi's Theme; All Nightmare Long :: Metallica
___So it was to be a fight, how disappointing. He ignored Miki for the time being, knowing that battle needed to be saved for later, but... This would certainly make taking Jack down more complicated, though perhaps whatever afflicted the Mizukage could be played as well as that of anyone else. Kirama's scarf sprang to life as he stepped back in response to the attack, it's frayed ends like fingers yanking itself taught across his eyes. And then his vision expanded, and the incoming uppercut was made to miss by the slimmest of margins - as if he'd suddenly gained the visual abilities of one much stronger than himself. ___In the Hyuga's eyes the whole world popped into a crisply contrasted, even higher definition version of his own Byakugan - except for a few things at the fringes that mattered little in such a close quarters fight. This added precision allowed for his next attack, an uppercut of his own so to speak, to be deployed with the necessary swiftness. One of his lightning kunai launched upwards with a flick of his wrist, aiming to carve through a cheek and an ear to wound at most. Though even as he let this fly, there was a nagging thought that he should have just aimed center mass of Noemi's head and let the ninjutsu tool carve through it like soft set jello. Finish the fight and damn the morality of it if there was a chance he might lose. ___Of course, this was probably held in check by the fact that he didn't really see the Aburame as a threat outside of this fight. Win or lose, provided death wasn't the outcome, Noemi stood little chance of gaining ground with Miki over Jack and Kirama - two people she was much more intimately familiar with. But that urge, in his head, was dangerous. Passion drove man to many ends, and it seemed calculated brutality lay at the end of that path for Kirama. He could not let anything stand in his way. Not training, not injuries, and certainly not a comrade in the loosest sense of the word. If kill shots were required, the Hyuga was ready to take them.
[ OOC: Sorry I didn't post last night, my computer acts weird and loses internet connections sometimes, so I lost my whole post when I hit submit and there was no connection. Didn't feel like remaking it immediately.] [ Valentines Event Post 3 ]
☥Noémi's brows furrowed as his knuckles missed their target, knowing that such a wide arch like the one he just made would leave one open to a wide counter window as his feet needed to return to being flat against the floor... if the target was skilled enough to see it. This would be chirping kunai were going to be a problem if Noémi couldn't hear them, the one downside to the technique he would assume. But he had no control over how his hive acted, and in this mostly clouded state he really didn't care. All that mattered was making Kirama pay fro steal the object of his obsession. His eyes stayed locked onto the Hyuga as pain spread through his skull, the feeling of a blade scraping his cheek and slicing clean through his earlobe barely registering in his plans. Strands of white, brown, and pink hairs flew out with the kunai, along with a nub of flesh before hitting the wall being the Aburame. "Oh son of a beetch. That stung. yes stung stung. Funny FUN. Marde! Shh! SHHH!" He yelled, his feet finally connecting fully with the floor. His children swarmed their way up the side of his face and latching onto the bleeding part of her ear that once held a lobe. Likely in an attempt to hold off the bleeding for a while, though not well if the blood mixing into his hair was anything to go by.
"You are the pretty sharp Kirama... Une honte..." He hummed, his silky tune not matching his expression. 'Plan PLAN plan plan. Daddy no. That would be stupid. No no no. Daddy shhh. I've got it.' He thought, mismatched eyes boring a hole into Kirama's own. Was something different of about them? He let his body bent at the knee, his center of gravity dropping ever so slightly before his right foot slid backwards a few inches before he pressed firmly on the ground and pushed himself forward again in a dash, this time keeping his arms curled in front of him as he regained the distance. As he ducked his head down slightly and raised his right arm to cover more reinstate, his left arm going for a left hook into his ribs. This however was a feint, his knees bent more as his he changed the trajectory of his body, left fist now poised to smash into Kirama's kneecap right. His eyes remained skywards into the taller mans face, inspecting it for changes. Even batshitcrazy she could learn from her major mistake of underestimating him. 'He still WONT STOP me. Memmeme ME DADDY I KNOW SHUT UP!' If his fist connected great, but he was more concerned about keeping in range, so even if it missed his rather small body missed completely as it carried its momentum forward to roll out into the hallway as a way of blocking him from exiting the room... if he didn't just back step out into it. Either way he would roll to face the man, keeping his body close to the ground. He had no way of hitting face without always swinging upwards, such is disadvantage of a drastic height distance. 'BREAK THE KNEES, Slice the sp-SPINE. Yes yes daddy immobilize.' His children were in a frenzy with their now erratic more like static buzzing, sure their host being more pissed then they've ever seen was one thing but a part of its body being severed? Unacceptable. He had to keep Kirama in the small room, less space to dodge meant higher chances to hit and a quicker fight. All he had going for him was brute force and the power of love.
[[ooc: Ohboy its been years since I've rp'd combat, I apologize for how scrambled its gonna be.]] Chakra Pool:: [215 //255] Stamina Pool:: [345 //345] Kikaichu Pool:: [0,000 //2,000]
Quote; "There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man." :: Patrick Rothfuss Noémi's Theme; All Nightmare Long :: Metallica
___"I'll take that as a compliment." Kirama said as Noemi raved on some more. This was going to tax him without ever landing a punch, that much was for certain. Though, when Noemi came Kirama found that, while he could keep up in reaction he could not in actual speed. He managed to bring his leg off the ground, thus mitigating most of the potential damage from the strike but was spun forwards off balance as the punch batted his leg violently backwards. Pain immediately spread, but for some reason it was muted and came with a sense of... euphoria? Was this how Kumotake always felt in these scenarios? ___Hand stretched out as he spun, however, reaching for strikes all across Noemi's upper body. Kirama's hands were joined this time by the ends of his blindfold, channeling the Hyuga's unique chakra and targeting tenketsu points with the same ruthless efficiency. Four strikes, one aimed for the attacking arm, one for each shoulder, and another to the now exposed spine of his crouching opponent. The strikes were meant to do their damage internally, but Kirama was seeking only to slow down the genderbent Aburame's chakra flow. He was unlikely to fully close a chakra network without his clan's signature jutsu, but there was value in any kind of disrupting when fighting up against someone who physically outmatched him. ___If Noemi was searching for some kind of tell in Kirama's face, however, he would find none. The Hyuga's eyes didn't require them to look around for anything more than quick shifting of vision, and this fight was so close quarters that there was no need for such a rapid change. Still, even without a tell to give away, it would be interesting to see what predicament his enemy could put him in now that he was off balance. Hyuga were always at a disadvantage in this sort of situation, but perhaps what seemed to be a lack of jutsu on the Aburame's part would keep this fight from becoming a floor wiping.
☥As Noémi rolled forward into the hallway after landing a hit he found that Kirama again had the power of experience on his side. As the same pain from earlier on his wrist landed on his left arm and shoulder. Hadn't thought about a mid fall counterattack, just more to keep track of he supposed. Thought thankfully the force of being jabbed on one side of his body allowed him to take that new energy and direct it into helping his body turn during the roll. He came to a halt just outside the door frame, right hand on the ground as he crouch, left hand being shook in pain. His cloak seemed to wane around his left arm, the normal honey hues being muted. 'Oh hoho! This pains familiar.. yes yes yes, just like you used to do daddy,' He thought as his peripherals spotted the distant form of Miki being pushed by someone dressed as a nurse, 'NONONONONONO. So THATS how he did it, hes controlling the nurse to steal Miki from me. Probably taking her to a private place only he knows about. Pay. must. must pay. Give her back Kirama... give HER back!' While he was visibly snarling, the low sound wasn't loud enough to break through his buzzing hive. He was boring a hole in the boys face with his somehow angrier glaze. He started opening and closing his left hand to judge how effected he was, for some reason the Hyuga wasn't chasing him down. Odd. he wasn't going to complain, at least he was still in the room.
Somehow he was resisting his daddies taunts into trying to get him to draw his blade on the boy, his foggy mind somehow still telling him not to. But the devil on his shoulder was getting stronger the more he was tossed aside so easily. "Douleur, ça fait mal à papa... Y-You best stop beehaving Kirama, being such a buzzkill all the time cannot be... SHH daddy... healthy." He yelled through his hive, small bees floating around in the air around him as blood continued to mix into his hair and drip to the floor below. His hands lifted in front of him once more as he dashed back into range of the Hyuga and his weird strikes. First he had to make Kirama suffer, then the nurse he was somehow controlling, then he would get rid of Jack... Miki would be his, he would prove himself worthy of his goddess through blood. An exhale of steam plumed from behind his arms as his left foot planted firmly in front of him, deciding to stick with the basics as he sent a right jab to where Kirama's stomach was. If it hit or missed he would simply twist on his right foot to direct a left hook into the boys rib cage as his right arm retreated back to cover his face. Sure he could jump back but that would also work for Noemi, putting against the wall was his whole reason for keeping the fight in the room. If he decided to stick around he would be more than happy to turn this into a knuckle brawl. Chakra Pool:: [215 //255] Stamina Pool:: [345 //345] Kikaichu Pool:: [0,000 //2,000]
Quote; "There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man." :: Patrick Rothfuss Noémi's Theme; All Nightmare Long :: Metallica
___Kirama's momentum carried him into a stumble as he recovered from his dead leg. His new toy may have mitigated some of the pain, but he still felt like he took a good punch. At least his opponent backed off momentarily as well, looking for a positional advantage and complaining more about Kirama putting up a fight. So be it, this was becoming troublesome anyways. Neither of them was a particularly proficient shinobi at this point, which meant a bid to end the fight now might actually do just that - and spare them both more meaningless flailing. Speaking of which, Noemi finally started in for another attack; third verse, same as the first. As he approached something strange would happen, however. ___Kirama disappeared. ___The loose cloth about the vacant room fluttered about as Kirama employed perhaps the most useful technique he'd learned when given permission to perform the tiniest amount of training by Jack. Body Flicker. The slight break they both needed to gather themselves was more than enough time for him to prepare. Though the Aburame's strike would find nothing but air, his Hyuga sparing partner would find a back in which to stick one of his knives. And so he planned to do, even dropping to the other two kunai to his animated cloth appendages to cut the tendons in Noemi's knees. Just as his lightning creation was about to enter the back of Noemi's neck, however, Kirama felt a sensation like hands gripping his very soul and... he stopped. It would seem the passion in his heart hadn't killed all his morality, or maybe it was his rationality reasoning that outright killing another Genin would make the task at hand even more of a nuisance than it already was. Either way, this fight was moments away from crossing the event horizon. ___"I suggest we stop, before this little... rivalry passes the point of no return. Surely whatever is driving you wouldn't throw its opportunity to prevail in our shared endeavor away when offered the chance to regroup, no?" Sure, Kirama probably could have just fled with body flicker, but that would present him with little to deter the Aburame's hunt. Few others in the village could match the Hyuga's proficiency for finding people, and outright fleeing would mean any chance of this deescalating to the point he could train would be slim. He also just wanted to be out of the hospital, and back into a comfortable set of activeware instead of a pair of jeans and a button down shirt. He could feel the damn things straining just with the clumsiness of this fight - ancestors forbid this fight require a more exotic contortion from him.
☥Noémi's anger fulled haze might have been keeping him from seeing reasonable thought but it didn't dull his combat instincts besides making him more aggressive then usual. The moment Kirama vanished and he first got tangled in a bed sheet his instincts kicked in, leg muscles tightening as she coiled downwards, her whole body lower down. She had sparred some with her teacher from time to time and it was a favorite of his to use a substitution or two to get behind her and make her surrender. While it didn't stop her from taking the attacks it stopped her from being unable to walk via severed tendons. Two kunai dug into his upper thighs, pain radiating from his legs as he bit down on his lip. Electricity jolted his system as his hands planted on the ground in front of him, stopping him from face planting again today. Dropping to his knees he let his hands reach around behind him and yank the pair of blades from his legs, patches of his hive swarming down to cover the wounds as best as they could. Much like their host they felt useless in the fight. Even with his special technique increasing his abilities to their limits he wasn't able to keep up with the only person he had a chance of beating alone. Gripping the Kunai he slammed them into the floor tile, lodging them as deep as her increased strength could muster. While Kirama tried speaking to him Noémi was struggling to hear him, only catching something about a ceasefire, between his children buzzing so loud and the disembodied voice of his father.
His hands found their way to the his face, fingers knotting themselves in his hair as he began squeezing is head. This fog of war was taking its toll in more ways then one. 'Tsk tsk Noémi. You failed. YOU failed... FAILED. Nothing but an Aburame failure! Worse than your pacifist of a mother! You dont deserve to live, a mistake until the end. End it end it end it,' His fathers voice echoed in his head, hands pulling at his hair as he continued, 'Or. You could stick that Tantō between Kirama's spine, grid the metal against bone rob his legs like he robbed your woman. Lelièvre's don't let people steal from them and just walk away!' Noémi squeezed her eyes shut as her hive began pulling its way back around in as more began flooding from her skin. Hovering around her in a thin bubble, all they could really do. It wouldn't be able to stop anything. Angry buzzing began to change into a more rhythmic song like sound. One of his hands untangled from his blood stained locks and began pounding on the side of his head. "LEAVE Me ALONE DADDY. You left us you left us you left us... Marde madre madre marde. Ciri's gone because of you! Never coming back just like Miki if you don't get out of my head! Tu n'arrives plus ŕ faire ça. ARRÊTEZ! You can't touch me anymore no moRE. STOP. Go away... go away!" The pounding continued as the hives rhythm crumbled as they latched onto his skin, trying to calm down the host, "Arrêtez, allez-vous-en!" His golden cloak began to fade around him as his chest constricted in fear, he couldn't let it stop. He knew what would happen the moment the cloak was gone. He'd be even weaker than before. Like a babe deer trying to walk. He needed power. Needed power. Needed Miki. "Buzz off, Kirama! I can't hold it I CANT. hold it hold it hold. It stings so much! Fils de pute" His skin started reheating as his honey hues stopped fading and returned with vibrant steam. The fire was roaring in him as he continued to struggle to hold onto his sliver of sanity. His nails began digging into his scalp as he waited for Kirama to leave, his chest constricted with a held breath, and his eyes wildly darting around as he stared at the floor. His anger was growing the longer he sat, his teeth grinding against each other. The bleeding from his ear had slowed down, but the blood from the lack of his legs was continuing to trail down his mismatched legs, dripping into a small pool bellow his knees. He was going to snap. Chakra Pool:: [215 //255] Stamina Pool:: [345 //345] Kikaichu Pool:: [0,000 //2,000]
Quote; "There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man." :: Patrick Rothfuss Noémi's Theme; All Nightmare Long :: Metallica
___Noemi hadn't lost for a lack of strength. That she'd even managed to hit a Hyuga who was already mildly better in terms of reaction speed than most genin, and had an amped up version of an already powerful sensory dojutsu. Any other genin without the Hyuga clan's innate abilities would probably have been overwhelmed quite easily, even if they had more jutsu than the Aburame at their disposal. That said, Kirama wasn't going to stick around and wait for his opponent to find their footing. That he ended up little more than tired, and not stung to hell by all those bees, was a minor miracle in and of itself. And so he slipped out into the hall, all of his lightning kunai fizzling into nothing as he dispelled the jutsu and removed his blindfold, heading for a place to train before confronting the Mizukage. [Exit]
☥Noémi listened as Kirama's footsteps faded out of the room and down the hall. A chill ran down his spine as his fathers berating continued. How dare Noémi a Lelièvre just let someone like Kirama walk away safely. How dare Noémi continue to sit in paralyzed fear for everyone else safety. How dare Noémi let the target of his affections just slip through his fingers. How dare Noémi continue to breath. How dare he. He continued pounding on his head in a pathetic attempt to make the voice go away, his father was gone. The abuse was gone. The hate was gone. How was it all coming back? He was free of him! 'Go a-away... GO AWAY! You don't get to do this ANYMORE! YOU DONt gET to... someone make it go away someone help me... Okabe said I was safe, that I was free from you... Ciri said we'd be together for ever... Mommy said she'd love me... Why does everyone always lie to me...' He begged his mind for some reprieve as the pain in his chest continued to grow sharper and sharper. Like someone was stabbing in in the chest repeatedly. His entire body was screaming for him to chase down Miki, Jack, or Kirama. Miki, of course. Noémi's eyes suddenly stopped their mad dash and transfixed on a track in the floor tile. A dry deep chuckle escaped his lips as his hands dropped from his head, one hands finger nails coated in a thin layer of blood. Yes... Miki could help. She was his everything... 'Was she always my everything? I thought it was Ci- no... Always been Miki.' He thought as his fingers wrapped around the kunai he had stuck into the ground. Theres no way Miki wouldn't be able to stop these voices... they shared a bond of true love, of course Miki would help.
He felt something in him snap, and in an instant his body was hit with a wave of calm before the fire in his gut rapidly spread through him. "Oh Miki... mon amour... je viens pour toi... My beeautiful flower, so honey sweet. Hive never needed you more!~" He whispered as his hive began to feel his rage spread through them. His rage was a disease to them, they had grow so accustomed to his melancholy happiness. His cloak was glowing vibrantly as the steam lifted off of his skin, the kunai he jabbed into the ground came out with little effort thanks to his increased strength. He slipped them into his obi, a gift to return to Kirama the next he saw him. His hand reached behind his back and drew his Tantō, the stainless blade ready to be given a fresh coat of red. Kirama might have gotten to flee during is lapse in judgement but he was sure the nurse would still be around. That shitty nurse that had been pushing his Miki away. The buzzing around him increased as he stoop up on slightly weakened legs, blood still doing its best to leak through his legs. Patches of his children being coated in it as they stuffed themselves in the wounds as mock plugs. He walked out of Shadow and Miki's hospital room out into the hallway, his mismatched eyes peering down the empty hallway for a clue as to where his target was. From his lips came a new tune from his homeland, one that was used to scare small children. One whos lyrics described a mass murderer who prayed on the weak. "Oh nurse.. oh nurse... oh where could you bee?" He mumbled, his voice not escaping his buzzing, Tantō being tapped against his chin. A mad smile on his lips as he began walking down the hallway, his buzzing flooding the hallway. Perhaps as an ominous message for anyone who wanted to stand in his way, small bees darting wildly around him waiting to sting. Chakra Pool:: [215 //255] Stamina Pool:: [345 //345] Kikaichu Pool:: [0,000 //2,000]
Quote; "'It’s not over if you’re still here,' Chronicler said. 'It’s not a tragedy if you’re still alive.' Bast nodded eagerly at this, looking back at Kvothe. Kvothe looked at both of them for a moment, then smiled and chuckled low in his chest. 'Oh,' he said fondly. 'You’re both so young.'." :: Patrick Rothfuss Noémi's Theme; Who Taught You How To Hate :: Disturbed
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A sly smile was seen when she had realized he had bucked underneath her touch. Even the grip on her chest had revealed that he had rather liked it as well his words of choice towards her. His knee jerked up as Nozomi slid right off as she groaned softly, slightly confused and his hands moved to underneath her armpits as he roughly picked her up onto her feet and pressed her against the wall as she grimaced against him. "Gods yes... be more rough..." She told him, her breathing had increased. She was certainly enjoying this. Until he had mention that he was in love with Shadow. Her heart had dropped as her face went from blushing to rather pale. There was also a hint of anger behind her eyes. That... that stupid smile he was giving her all because he said Shadow's name as she gritted her teeth. He removed himself from her and she had craved his warmth... but something else was happening.
Something bad. The walls were closing in and she felt like she couldn't breathe. She needed to get away. Her body turned around as she opened the door and went inside the supply closet of the hospital, this one had blankets, towels, even hospital gowns. She immediately squeezed herself into a corner by laying sideways, her knees up to her chest as she wrapped her arms around her legs. Her breathing was fast and short, she was becoming dizzy and it still felt like the walls were closing in on her. She also started to cry, her hands reached for the towel as she buried her face into it.
Butterfly Kisses - Nozomi is able to cast her genjutsu, if they are touch based, through her insects. She makes the handsigns, but the jutsu is delivered by the insects. Example, if Nozomi have six insects on six people, all would be affected by her genjutsu. It would cost 2 ranks less per person to use. Such as if the technique is A-rank, it would cost C-rank chakra per person. While the cost of the technique drops two rank, so does the power.
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Mother's Heart - Nozomi is able to communicate with anything living that is of the Arthropoda phylum order. She can gather Intel from the Arthropoda phylum creatures that is within 10 meters radius, usually used to track someone down.
Items:
Choker of Devouring Full Power: || 5/10 Chakra Store: || 0 // 100 Stamina Store: || 0 // 100
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 5:33 pm
❀❀❀ ____Miki Uchiha | Genin | Kiri | Buki | Sensor | Katon, Fuuton | Chakra [350/400] Stamina [200/200]| Normal theme |BT | sharingan awakend One-Tomoe _____________________________ If I change and I start to fade _____________________________And all the green in my eyes desaturate _____________________________ it's my head not my heart that's strayed post layout by apo-chan
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Miki had been long gone down the hallways wheeled off by her partner/savior miss nurse. She was like her personal nanny one would call it just quietly taking the girl wherever she wanted to go in the hospital as they looked through each room for Jack surely he was here somewhere. How far could one go in such a short amount of time. It had been getting pretty late with only few people roaming the halls now. The nurse stopped wheeling for a moment to walk into the employees office then came back out yawning lightly " Miki It might be best if we bring you back to your room for now, Maybe just a slight break collect your things then head on off outside for a nice trip outside hm ? She said walking behind the chair turning it around back down the way both came." Well okay but only for a few minutes okay? I really need to find Jack and confess my love for him."Miki replied back hesitant on returning. She was afraid both boys would be still around
☥Noémi humming made a full stop in the middle of the hallway, a hand clenching at his chest as a new wave flowed through his body. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to stop it from spreading. He could feel something nibbling at his nerves from the endless darkness of his mind. A harsh groan escaped his lips as the feeling started clawing its way into the cocktail he was already experiencing. This nibbling feeling started growing, it was like someone was watching him. His paranoia was quickly growing. Like some malicious force decided that he wasn't unhinged enough, dialing the feeling of everyone being against him up to a firm twelve on a scale of ten. As his eyes opened his grip on his tantō tightened, the nibbling feeling growing into a gnawing at his spine and feet. People were trying to get in the way of him and his Miki, now he was completely sure about it. "Non non non, juste besoin d'être fort. Miki sera dans mes mains." He mumbled, slapping himself on the side of the head to silence his daddies berating. The mans voice echoing that she'll never be his until he gets rid of Jack. 'String him up with a noose of his own guts... YES YES I KNOW. STOP DADDY. I'll kill him. I'll kill him... blood. sticky blood. everywhere. Warm and comforting. A painting for her. Show Miki your love, make her see you. Yes yes. But nurse first daddy. I KNOW! Stop yelling at me! Yo- you don't get to do this! Its mine! GET OUT.' His face crumpled in pain as he continued slamming his hand against his head.
The crumpled pain turned into a scowl as a certain nurse rounded the hallways corner, and a wave of great need flowed through his body as he say the worried look on his loves face. His heart twinged with pain at that look, the fire in his body growing out of control as anger started to color his foggy mind. "Elle est à moi." He growled through his hives buzzing, steam rolling off his skin as he took a step forward, "'Ill bee taking back whats the mine. My children could help... it might sting, but it would be the swell." The cloud of bees latching onto his skin in writhing patches as his chakra flared in response to his pun channeling. A hand whipping some blood from his cheek as he started walking towards the nurse. The bleeding from his legs would have been noticeable with each step he took forward, a trail of droplets leading towards Miki's room. His brows furrowed as his leg muscles started to constrict with each step. Like a snake ready to strike. "Ce soir, Noémi se joint à la chasse." He snarled, foot stomping into the floor tile before he bolted forward. Eyes darting around before locking onto the nurses hands pushing Miki's wheel chair. He was right, someone was trying to get in the way of them. This was just Kirama and his stupid thieving hands at work. Thieving. Thief. 'Do it Noémi, just like papa taught you. Show thieves what happened to their hands... when they touch something that belongs to a Lelièvre...' His fathers voice whispered through his red fog of anger. In a near instant he came to a halt besides the nurse, hand slamming tantō onto where the nurses right hand was, eyes locked with the nurses. Even if the nurse reacted in time to not have their wrist impaled at joint, the implication still remained. His children would start to rise from his skin and cloud the hallway around them buzzing in rage as his body muscles started to constrict, ready to strike again.
Quote; "'It’s not over if you’re still here,' Chronicler said. 'It’s not a tragedy if you’re still alive.' Bast nodded eagerly at this, looking back at Kvothe. Kvothe looked at both of them for a moment, then smiled and chuckled low in his chest. 'Oh,' he said fondly. 'You’re both so young.'." :: Patrick Rothfuss Noémi's Theme; Who Taught You How To Hate :: Disturbed
The deed was done. Of course, she had been rather vocal through it all. Not extremely so. Kagerou didn't scream or anything. Her bells, ringing with the movement of her wrists, were by far the loudest thing in the room, but there was plenty of moaning Shadow's name sometimes paired with other words to express either Kagerou's devotion or impatience, various methods of inhaling and releasing breath while under pressure, and whatever other noises people made when doing such things. Kagerou had even smelled and tasted the deed. For science, of course. Seriously. Smelling and tasting had nothing to do with Shadow. Her reason was, 
