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Mon Mar 10, 2014 11:42 pm

Birds in the morning were seriously annoying. Yume groaned softly and rolled over in bed, refusing to open up her eyes. It had to be late morning or sometime around there. The sunlight was still letting itself known to her, even with her eyes still closed. Not quite asleep nor awake, she let her mind wander from image to topic; something she didn't quite have control over, just like a dream. Then it came to the night before.

And what a night it was.

It wasn't exactly crystal clear, the memory of last night, that is. The bar she always visited was there. People... But she wasn't really drunk. Like she would ever stray from her rule of two drinks an hour. It was just... a soft haze of a night. She knew she enjoyed it a lot though.

Semi-awake, Yume turned her bare body to stretch her back and then curled back up again, burying her face into a chest to shield herself from the sun.

Tue Mar 11, 2014 12:28 am

Surprise motherfucker.

That's never the first thought you want in your mind when waking up. And to be fair, it wasn't really his first thought. His dream last night was nice. A bit more realistic than usual, but fuck, you can't complain about that. It was surprisingly realistic, in fact, and he remembered it too well. Weird. Fuckin' morning wood, he muttered mentally as the abrasive morning sun insisted that he awaken. It was always sunny as all fuck outside when he was hungover, perhaps the world's way of telling him that he's got a problem. Squinting, he went to turn over to the window and close the curtains.

That's when he felt someone's head on his chest.

Surprise motherfucker.

"YOU?!," he screamed in a higher pitch than he had intended before kangaroo-kicking her off of his bed. As he turned to sit up the change in altitude immediately sent a woozy feeling to his head, and he groaned while running his fingers through his dark red hair. No fuckin' way he'd slept with the crazy girl. The blanket they had both somehow decided to share had been kicked down to the floor alongside the girl, so that when he looked down, he immediately covered himself with the first pillow he could find. "Don't fuckin' tell me... no fuckin' way!"

Tue Mar 11, 2014 1:31 am

She screamed and fell off the bed. This felt all too familiar... Yume groaned, rubbing her head to quell the pain. The blanket fell off the bed to her side, leaving her uncovered as she turned herself around. She looked up at him from the floor and pouted. "That wasn't very nice, kicking my head like that, cutie," she whined while climbing back onto the bed.

The blanket was left ignored on the floor, as she flopped back down onto the bed beside him. She stopped short and shot back up into a seated position. She stared at him, lips parted slightly with eyes simmering with blank awe. It had been seconds. Before he could explode at her again, she kissed his nose as she grabbed the pillow away from him. The witch fell back onto the bed, her head half on it and her arms half cuddling it.

She giggled in delight and only hugged the pillow tighter, despite the large fuming man right next to her.

Tue Mar 11, 2014 3:01 am

You just can't help some shit, okay? These were the many little quirks thrown into daily life to make things entertaining for whoever was watching them from a distant galaxy. After-all, if aliens were streaming human lives in High Def over on planet Krypton, then the every-day life of a Shinobi could get boring. And perhaps that's why morning wood exists. To fuck with us. To make simple situations complicated and to oversimplify a situation that should've been complex from the start.

Asura, the Demon, the goddamn Reaper, was in one of these situations. There weren't a lot of things on the surface of the earth that could intimidate him, but this girl was probably one of them. While he tried too keep his eyes set on hers, he may have been guilty of a peak. Upon realizing this he quickly turned away, feeling only the bed heave at her climbing on. Had he kept looking at her bare form, he might have seen her reach for his pillow, and he might have stopped her from removing the only thing between her and his predicament.

When the goddamn witch fell back with his pillow, he did one of the few things his mind still registered as a response. He reached for the pillow. Pushing forward onto his knees his right hand held him up, hovering over her as his other hand tried to pry the pillow away from the lunatic. The look in his eyes was somewhere in between confusion and hopelessness. He hadn't learned how to handle women in training -- especially not this breed of them. Of course, had our protagonist been any more aware, he might have recognized that running was the only real option he had left. Anything short of that and the spider would weave her web around him even more.

"Look woman, I don't know what you think we are, but you don't want to stick around people like me." It was hard to sound stern when his disheveled bed hair and flustered golden eyes gave off the illusion of helplessness. She might have been the only person he knew that could make him feel like the victim, like a child sitting on his goddamn hands waiting to see if she would spare him or not.

Tue Mar 11, 2014 3:52 am

The hell are you doing, making Yume out to be the antagonist?

She did not let go. At the slightest inkling of a tug, she clung tighter onto the pillow, curling up and even wrapping her legs around it. She squealed and giggled as if he was just playing a a little game with her. It was when she turned her head to look up at him hovering over her with that adorable little look of mussed up red hair and dumbfounded gold eyes, did she loosen her hold on the pillow. Unkempt looks wasn't something she appreciated in her daily life, but given the time and situation here, it was just perfect.

This time her eyes really were in awe.

He spoke to her, in a civil manner now, finally. Of course, he would say something as vaguely threatening as that though. The words didn't really quite get through to her, as she giggled and reached her hands up to the sides of his face. What did she think the two were? She never really put a label on it.

"Let me be the one to judge that, cutie..." She never really sensed danger from the Demon either. So, she didn't know why he was trying to shoo her away. Then again, she had trouble judging any personality around her, really. Yume should really worry, if she cared.

Pulling his head down towards her, she suddenly rolled over to knock him down, such that she could lie on top. "It's Yume, didn't you know?" She could have sworn that he did... Not that it mattered really. She still didn't know his name either, to be fair.

Yume got up onto her hands and knees and mimicked the hover over him. One hand trailed two fingers from his scar down his jawline and she stared at him, as if he were a unique alien specimen. She thought her rear bumped against... something, and her eyes flicked down to the source. With a little smile she looked back up to his face, half amused and half coy.

"You're so cute," she giggled innocently. Well, as innocent you can really get, considering...

Tue Mar 11, 2014 4:41 am

Her hands on his cheeks were the noose on his neck. But he watched what she did with the same disbelief that he always had, a distant awe that one feels when watching a lioness. When she pulled his head down towards her, he prepared to jerk his head out of the way, almost certain that she planned to steal another kiss, when suddenly he was on the bottom and she was where he had been. He looked up at her, not moving the strands of crimson that covered his features.

Yume.

Like a dream? That would explain a lot, really, but he felt exactly what she felt when she felt him near her rear, and that made him question if this detailed brand of torture could really be just a dream. She didn't believe him, he realized. He had warned her before and she was back, and his warning now was met with a giggle as a response. She didn't believe that he was of any danger to her. The tongue that slid across the glassy surface of his crocodile teeth wanted to prove her wrong. But instead he propped himself up onto his elbows, only slightly reducing the angle of separation between them. "Tell me what happened yesterday, and maybe you won't go flying out my window."

The words felt empty. How do you threaten who knew that you didn't plan on hurting them? Well you had to bluff it, obviously. So he sat straight up, causing her to slide further back, wondering if perhaps it was even possible for him to intimidate her. Too many facts about her raced through his mind - things that seemed unrelated at first. She had the elixir that the monster was looking for, the one she had left with him. Perhaps it was the time of day, but more likely it was her proximity to his predicament, that made it difficult to think straight. None of the right points connected, while their bodies made fleeting contact on all the wrong ones.

"Don't test me, Yume."

Tue Mar 11, 2014 12:24 pm

Yume was one to keep her cool. The fact she was vulnerable in front of this man that was clearly with a physical advantage over her? Cool. His threats to have her leave via flying through his window? Cool. The fact that he willingly propped himself up to lessen the space between didn't have her break into any blush on the cheeks. She only just smiled at him, flirty.

"You were drunk as hell," she hinted, moving backwards as he sat up. Her knees were at the sides of his hips and even his torso was big enough to let him tower over her a little while they both sat. "Did you want some water, cutie? You must have a hangover." It was a half arsed question to change the subject and she wasn't particularly listening, either. Her fingertips trailed light and nonsensical patterns on his bare chest. Her own body leaned forward to press her lips against the nape of his neck and trail upwards. Men are easy to manipulate.

"Don't test me, Yume."

She stopped abruptly and moved back to look up at him with wide eyes. This had probably been the third time she was staring at him this morning, but this was... different. She blinked at him, her lips parted in surprise. Then she smiled, with a blush, and averted her gaze downwards, shyly.

"You called me Yume."

The launch was quick. She threw her arms around his shoulders and neck, crushing her lips against his.

Tue Mar 11, 2014 1:16 pm

Did he want some water. What he needed was a fuckin' intervention. But his alcoholism didn't seem to be the only thing that had a knack for fucking him. 'You called me Yume,' she had said as if it were a matter of significance, and for a fleeting second he thought perhaps she had been waiting for only that. Maybe calling her 'witch' and 'woman' this entire time was what made her chase him, like trying to conquer a mountain. But then she kissed him. Nope, he hadn't solved his problem quite yet. But within that moment he became more proactive, and like serpents around their prey his arms tightened around her waist.

His non-responsive lips suddenly parted, opened, and bit down on her lower lip with his teeth. His aim wasn't to tear into her, but that didn't stop him from tugging at her lip as if it was the plan. "I got drunk... then?" Of course with the way she functioned, she could probably find a way out of his grasp with ease. He suspected that she was a lot more powerful than she let on, eons more so than him. And perhaps it was this power of hers that translated to his distrust -- like he was getting toyed with. When he pressed her frame against his more forcibly and bit down harder, it had been a reminder that even if she had tricks up her sleeve, he wasn't kidding.

"I'm not rich, powerful, or even very good lookin'," he muttered to her while his teeth pinned down her lip in the confines of his mouth. His golden eyes, made more so by the morning sun, searched hers for an answer he knew she would not vocalize. "Why're you wastin' your time with me?" With only the strength of his calves, he pushed both of themselves up onto his knees, now holding her elevated in the air while her legs wrapped around him probably out of instinct. And he took her to his window, where the low buzz of morning life moved about on the streets below. Leaning her lower back onto the window sill, Demon kept the girl sandwiched between himself and the structure of the house. When he squeezed tighter this time, it was as if he were squeezing an answer out of her.

If she responded with the same dismissive attitude, he'd make one feint motion as if he were pushing her out, before pulling her back in.

Wed Mar 12, 2014 12:29 am

His lips parted and for a moment, Yume thought she had gotten through to him. But when those pointy teeth ensared her lower lip, her body jolted minutely with an electric rush. This was not a kiss at all. But she didn't mind too much. He mumbled a question to her, prompting for her next recount of last night, but the crocodile teeth clinging onto her lip like a small vice proved it difficult for her to say anything but a whimper.

He spoke some more and if she was any more aware, she would have been impressed with his ability to speak clearly while keeping his teeth together. He's not rich? She was... albeit through illegitimate means. He's not powerful? She could be, if she ever cared about honing her witchcraft. He's not even that good-looking? If Yume were in a different situation rather than trapped and bitten, she would have giggled and called him cute as reassurance. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, after all.

Pushed against the windowsill, she was only absentmindedly aware of the window pane being wide open right beside her. Her body, squeezed together tightly, had her whimpering just a little more and her face uncharacteristically hot and flushed. She bit onto her lower lip, the same place where Demon had hooked his teeth into. Why was she wasting time with a man with no interest in her, indeed... She wasn't exactly smiling, as her eyes darted to and fro in seemingly genuine bashfulness, though it conflicted with the quickened and elated pace of her breathing.

"I like you. Isn't that enough?"

At that moment, the squeezing stopped. So he wasn't happy with her response and now she's going out the window. The embarrassment of what would come afterwards didn't occur to her, but she did close her eyes in preparation. In an act of instinctual desperate measure, her nails briefly dug into his skin for an anchor. It would have been easy for him to pry her off. Perhaps he was dangerous after all.

But it didn't happen. She thought she was about to but instead, Yume was yanked roughly forward and back into his grip. "Oof!" She opened her red eyes upon noticing safety and then looked up at Demon face. She'd stammer, if she were a normal person. But at least her blush indicated that she was still human. Her legs tightened its hold around his waist further, in hopes that she'd never have to part, and her arms clung again around his neck. She half-heartedly glowered at him; she could be upset. "What was that for?"

Wed Mar 12, 2014 3:08 am

"That's for being so difficult."

Feinting to throw her out had only managed to tie her onto him tighter. What did he expect her to do? Get up and admit that he was making valid points? Because he wasn't. While her words were a sparse but playful, he was just plain tongue-tied. She wasn't like the women of the brothel, of course. If she had been, then this conversation wouldn't have been necessary. Just another face amongst the many. He'd probably remember her ass though. It was a nice ass. But that would have been it, if she was just another girl.

But he had met her before. He had seen in her the same things he saw now. He knew the kind of power she possessed, and it made this entire thing seem hard to believe. A preliminary investigation had revealed that she had arrived in Kumogakure not long after he had, and you can't blame Asura for drawing the obvious conclusion. With the elixir and the monster all happening so fast, it somehow felt as if she were at the center of it all. The Queen piece on the chess board, and it was hard to believe that he was the King. Bullshit. Demon was a pawn if there ever was one.

"I know you're up to something, woman."

And he hated being the pawn.

His tongue pushed past her lips as he pressed his kiss onto her. It was the first time that he had kissed her, to his recollection, and he made it count. Squeezing her against the sill his body pressed onto and into hers like one poison mixing with the other. At least he'd remember this one, he thought to himself. A hand behind her clenched around her hair and pulled it, arching her backwards. She had secrets that he wanted to pry loose. The source of her power, the reason for her interest in him, and more recently, the truth behind that elixir. And if conversation failed, there were other ways he could sedate her defenses.

Like squeezing the water out of cloth, he aimed to squeeze out what he wanted before letting her leave. It was, after-all, only early noon, and he had plenty of time to explore exactly what it was that she was hiding.

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