Yukiteru's Day Out [Open, Nk]

"Yukiteru hurry up and get out of that bed, its almost time to work and you needed to be ready fifteen minutes ago," the voice of his father had rung in his ear like a loud alarm cloak. Today was an average day for Yukki, the life of a boy who was just a servant just like his father and brother. Jumping out of the bed he would walk over to the desk that had his daily attire; a black vest with a white long sleeved undershirt, black pants, and at the heel of the desk were a black pair of shoes.

Getting dressed rather quickly he was about to run out of his room until he had forgotten the tie that his master had bought for him to wear, although in his own opinion they were more on the lines of friends than servant and master. Yukki would traverse the halls of the large mansion passing by many of the people who had worked there, some by choice and those like him who were bound by blood to do so. Without saying much he would continue to walk down the hall and make a left turn, knocking on the door of the youngest daughter of the family, Reika.

" Yukiteru reporting in ma'am," walking in slowly he would tuck his right arm onto his chest and bow, although when he had looked up she was still asleep or so he thought. Closing the door slowly he would walk over to her bed and poke her face for a moment," I know you are not asleep Reika so come on and get up before your father tries to scald me again for not having you up at the right timmme," suddenly he was pulled into the bed and was met face to face with a pouty Reika. She smiled and stood him up, removing the wrinkles from his clothing and pointed to a nearby board.

Yukiteru had face-palmed and chuckled awkwardly for a moment before stepping back and waiting for her to get out of the bed, remembering that today was the day that the two of them were going to go shopping and look for something to eat for dinner. After a few minutes of talking and helping her get dressed, the two would set out of the mansion and head on out to the village, but not before she ordered him to change into something normal. Now he had been wearing his long black jacket and black pants, with a black sleeveless shirt underneath.

The two would soon be walking amongst the village and talking, looking through some of the various shops. Without a moments notice, he would have been instructed to go out and have some
fun, although he had never done this before so now he would have a chance to have some fun finally. Giving her a hug he would soon walk off and explore the village on his own. The village life had interested him a lot to the point of him wanting to survey it all. Now he had found himself near a tree where he would sit and pull out a book, reading the first couple of pages.

Everything was dark. Rakka’s eyes slowly opened as she looked around. A small crack of light appeared from the side of the cramped area she was sitting inside. Her head was throbbing, and she couldn’t remember how she’d gotten there. She looked at the crack of light, noticing a faint carving in the walls… She leaned forward, trying her best to read the small print engraved into the side of her prison.
 
Rakka,
 
I think you took too hard of a hit in our spar. You just passed out. Seeing as I don’t know where you live, I just left you in the tree I used to attack you. I figured it would be better then leaving you out in the snow. It shouldn’t be too hard to pull the bark aside, I made it thin enough so that you could break it away fairly easily. Take care!
 
Rakka sighed quietly. She’d been sparring with a Senju friend of hers, now she remembered. And the jackass had just left her here! Ugh. She stuck her fingers through the bark of the tree, in between the crack the Senju boy had left, pulling the bark away. The stuff was still pretty strong, and she had a hard time chipping it away. She eventually made a dog hand seal, forming ice spikes, and shooting them through the crack, flying clear through the air, and sinking into the snow a few meters away. She stretched her torso through, before suddenly getting stuck at her hips. God dammit, why hadn’t he just left an opening for her to go through? The idiot! She then noticed the boy sitting against the tree casually, reading a book. This clearly was a somewhat unusual thing to see, so she wouldn’t be surprised if he freaked out.
”Hey, can you help me out here? I’m kind of stuck…” She would mutter, pulling at the sides of the tree with her already escaped arms. This was a frustrating situation indeed, she just hoped the boy would have the decency to help a person in need. Frustrated about having to hold up her torso, she would wave her hand, causing a block of ice to rise up under her, giving her something to lay on for support.

There Yuuki sat reading his book, something on the theory of Time and Space which was something that especially interested him. As he flipped through the pages he would not be paying any attention at the moment, sliding his finger into the book carefully before sliding it into his jacket and looked up into the sky, he would wonder what Reika was actually doing although he knew she was sitting in her usual spot drinking some coffee. The young boy would stand up and stretch before seeing something wiggling in the tree above him...just how long was she up there. He would notice her looking down to him and then she spoke, although he would chuckle for a moment and shake his head," Sure madam I will help you out of that tree," jumping up the tree from limb to limb he would stop just shy of her body and look at the area in which she was stuck.

It would seem her body was stuck in the small hole which was probably not natural although that was not the issue at hand. He would notice her midsection was out and moved to run his fingers along the hole for a moment before unexpectedly groping her with a somewhat perverted face. Shaking his head for a moment he would mutter something to himself and look at her," C...you wear a C cup correct, but that's not the issue here I know how to get you out of this tree," knocking on three areas of the tree, he would smile and push against the points causing it to crack and loosen a little.

Jumping from the tree he would land 5 meters from his first position and soon pull out his book and continue reading. Once the woman was freed he would spare her a glance and smile faintly," So what exactly were you doing stuck in a tree...weren't attempting to become one with nature now were you," he would chuckle for a moment before removing his hood and looking at the strange girl that stood in front of him.

Rakka would squeal as the boy… groped her. Was she being taken advantage of? She would quickly smack his hand away, tugging against the tree. As he loosened it up, she would stop tugging, lying her head on the block of ice in a depressed manner. Once he was finished, she would thrust her hands forward, causing a block of ice to sprout from the inside of the tree, catapulting her through the weakened bark, and landing a meter or so away from the tree, plowing through the snow. She would pull herself up, brushing the snow off of her jacket, and getting to her feet slowly.
”Thanks, I guess…” She would mutter, not sure what to think of the boy who had just both violated, and helped her. She would hear his inquiry about what exactly she was doing in the tree.
 
”Well, I was sparring with my Senju friend, and he bumped my head too hard, and knocked me out. And instead of doing what a normal person would do, and bringing me to the hospital or something, he just put me in a tree… The jackass…” She explained, throwing up her arms and forming a chair of ice for her to sit in. ”What about you? How did you not notice my snoring from inside the tree?” She would ask, swinging her arms back and forth to get the blood flowing back through her body, which had fallen asleep during her little nap inside the tree. She wondered how long exactly she had been inside that hunk of wood. She didn’t really have anything to worry about in her schedule, so that wasn’t the concern. She just felt like a day or two had passed. Or maybe it was just the disorientation.

Without a further glance, Yukki would nod and give a slight bow as he looked around for a moment and smiled," Oh...you have no need to think me ma'am my mast...erm the person that I live with had always instructed me to help those that need it and to take no gratitude from the situation. What is your name by the way miss," blinking for a moment he would tilt his head to the side and wait for an answer after listening to her somewhat long story. When she had asked why he did not hear her snoring he would sit the book back in his jacket and put his hood on, his face soon disappearing into the darkness" Oh you were snoring...I did not hear anything of the sort when I arrived although when I get to reading I kinda block out the world until I am needed to do a task," it was kind of awkward for him to talk to someone outside of the manor, but when it came to women it was kind of natural like a second instinct.

Coming back to his senses he would remember something and draw it into the snow before smudging it out and patting himself on the back," I think I need to hurry and get out of the academy before I get left behind...being there is kind of boring but it gets me out of the house, and also allows me to shirk of at some points," chuckling to himself he would look back up to the woman and look her up and down for a minute," Uh how old are you exactly, judging from your cup size I would say about 17 or 18 but I could be wrong," his hands began to make the groping action but he was in no way about to grope her, instead he looked down at his hands and then placed them into his pockets where he would await his answers.

”Rakka Sum-I mean Yuki” She stuttered midway, still not used to her new surname. ”Wait, your ‘master’?” She would say, confused. Was he like a sex slave or something? That would explain why he was talking about her cup size so much… She would listen to the boy speak of his problems with the academy. She couldn’t really help him much there, as she hadn’t really spent much time there herself. She really didn’t have much memory of it, all in all. ”So, you’re an academy student? You do seem a little… little.” She said. She had honestly thought him a genin, but she wasn’t off by all that much, in the grand scheme of things. The boy continued speaking, asking her age, and making a guess that was actually pretty close.
”Would you stop talking about my breasts…” She said, her voice going low. The little groping action he made with his hands only served to enrage her even more. Sighing, she would drop the hostile stance. ”I’m 17.” She would say, rubbing her eyes. 
 
”So what about you? What’s your name?” She would ask. He had tried to draw something in the snow, she couldn’t tell what however, because he smudged it out. ”What was that about? Leaving a note to yourself?” She would ask, leaning slightly to get a better view of the drawing/note the boy had made.

Yukiteru would nod for a moment as he finally learn her name and mumble it to himself mentally, although when she repeated the last words he said, Yukki would nod," Yes i come from a long line of men who have all served the Ishekawi Family, and i am the thirteenth generation to become a servant under the great family although compared to the others that work with me i am probably the only one that is less like a servant," he would have said all of this rather calmly, although he left out key things about his own master to lessen the questions on him. Although if anyone wanted to be technical Yukiteru himself would be considered one of the only ones in his current family to actually become a ninja and even go to the ninja academy. His father and brother had ninja training, they never went to become genin or any other ninja rank for that matter.
Yukiteru was a little offended when she called him little, his left hand came out to point at her," Alright, just because i am an academy student doesn't mean anything...i started off late because i was just granted special permission to become a ninja, also due to my high intelligence i will be out of the academy by next week at the most," a small sigh would escape his lips as he sat his hands back into his pockets and went on to listen to her again. Smiling he would nod and smile," Sorry about that...i help my master occasionally find new...undergarments and also the maids of the mansion as well so it is kind of a specialty of mine and you are not that older than i am," he would sit on a pile of snow and close his eyes beneath his hood.
After she had asked him his name, Yukki would stand up for a bit and smile," Oh my name? My name is Yukiteru Homura or Yukki for short and what i wrote was a small theory that i have been working on using space-time, utilizing its unique properties to create another world and also to create unique move sets and attacks," although he was keeping small portions of the truth from her due to the fact that his theory was not only incomplete it had also had a couple of flaws that he was currently working out in his mind, but that was something a little different.

Rakka would listen to Yukiteru explain his family, which apparently went back very far. From what she gathered from it, is family was some sort of servant branch of a larger clan which she also knew not a fragment of lore about. Sheesh, she needed to get out more. He apparently thought himself less of a servant then his peers, though Rakka was not sure how to compare a “Servant” to “Less of a servant” Maybe he had more freedom then the others? She still wasn’t quite sure if he was some sort of slave or not, it sort of sounded like that. At least, he didn’t seem like a sex slave, as she previously thought.
The boy seemed to take offence to her words, understandably, but his outburst revealed his family was apparently not normally allowed to become ninja… Strange. Stranger still was that he seemed comfortable with the fact that his master was okay with him helping her get underwear. Stranger still was that he apparently had some sort of knowledge about space/time theories… Rakka could never wrap her mind about those kinds of things.
”You’re an academy student. You should probably focus on your basic ninjutsu before you go writing space time theories in the snow…” She would offer. It seemed rather naïve of her to say, but he seemed to have a rather high opinion of himself. Generally, overconfidence makes you more likely to fail. ”Another world won’t help you pass your exams in this one.” She said, folding her arms and leaning against the non-splintered part of the tree. ”So what exactly does your family do? Just house work, or is it more complicated then that? If you couldn’t be a ninja normally, I’d imagine you didn’t serve a bodyguard role?” She would ask, solely for the purpose of conversation.

And there Yukiteru stood for a moment, his head awkwardly tilted to the side as he looked at the young woman in front of him almost as if she had seriously offended him. " Focus on the basic ninjutsu" those words has rung through his hear like an annoying bell slowly but surely making his mind wretch. One thing he hated in fact about being in the academy is that so many people had looked down on him and told him to place his studies elsewhere instead of in his own research, but not everyone knew exactly why he had grown to love the odd and very rare theories that he always read about and even more so studied whenever he had the chance. Taking a deep breathe he would shake his head and look at the woman with a more..blank expression," Well i would not expect you to understand and thus you made the same remark that everyone else does, but i guess it cannot be helped. Those "basic" ninjutsu they teach at the academy do not and will not help one grow in knowledge or wisdom for that matter. Sure they are good for battle strategy and even some non-combat situations, but at the same time they are just basics and are easy to comprehend. The things i am learning about both space and time, and even the many things i hope to do with it are going to be my specialty..when i take my genin exam that is, but for now i suppose," Shrugging he would sit his hands firmly into his pockets and nod.
Now there was an interesting question that he could answer without a pause in his speaking, although he would have to limit exactly what  he would say...because not everything was good. Although he could not sit down, he would find a nearby mound of snow to sit on and nod," Well my family does a multitude of tasks which can range from simply escorting the family from the house to any location they so desire or in some cases we have specific people in which we serve and help out with their daily lives if need be. The status of the servants or "butlers" in my families case are ranked by three separate classes: Class 1, Class 2, and Class 3. Now Class as you can already guess is the top of the line servants or butlers in which my father and eldest brother reside and they oversee all of us, whether it be our initial training or giving out our daily duties before we set off to work. Then you have the Class 2, which is where i am currently at, which take care of certain tasks and are usually assigned to one of the family members to take care of anything they ask you for. Now at the bottom you have the Class 3, which are new butlers or servants which are still receiving their training and thus do not get seen around often until the graduation ceremony," he would pause for a moment so that Rakka could take all of the current information in.
After a couple of seconds, Yukki would begin again," Although i have only been a class 2 since i was thirteen, i am almost at the age where i can take a promotion test to become a class 1 and better serve my "master" in any everyday situation. Although my brother and father serve the current heads of the house, i have been tasked with taking care of their current young daughter. This was one of the main reasons i was allowed to become a ninja, simply due to the fact that most of the servants there can fight and have avid fighting knowledge, but none of them were allowed to become ninja. Only the main household were able to become one, and now their testing to see if it is a good idea for a servant to also become one," taking a somewhat deep breath he would finish his explanation with a simple gesture," So any questions?," much like a common teacher would ask, he would wait and see what Rakka would say.

Rakka would shrug as the boy put off her advice, mistaking it for a put-down. She would sigh, waiting through his lecture on why he didn’t have to worry about the basics. As he spoke, she would glance back to the village, realizing just how hungry she was. She wondered how long she’d really been in that tree… As Yukiteru began speaking about his clan, she would listen intently, not speaking. From what he said, it really did sound quite a lot like a slave system, but apparently they were fully willing to partake in this, so who was she to judge?
”So you’re like a servant branch of the Ishe-ke-whatsit.” She would say, trying to summarize what he’d just explained. ”Sort of like the Hyuuga service branch?” She would say, comparing the two families. It honestly didn’t sound all that fun to her, but… to each their own. She’d never had much of a family, as they were scattered throughout the land, Rakka had never met another Yuki besides her mother. She wondered if the Yuki ever had a service branch like this boy’s family did… maybe before the great war, before great portions of their numbers were slaughtered and scattered. She would look back at the village again, as her stomach rumbled.
”Well, I need some food in me, I’m starving. Thanks again for helping me out of the tree.” She would say, beginning to walk down the hill, gravitating towards the smell of food wafting from a nearby restaurant.

(Exit)