Good Eatin' (Coco)

It was cold as hell. Especially up in the temple, thankfully the new lounging area in the temple was insulated with a good old wooden fire. Actually finding fire that wasn't damp from the cold was incredibly tough, and took Akira pretty much all day. And he was a tough man. 18 perhaps and probably not the henchest of men but he had good muscles and spending a day shirtless and cutting down trees was tiring. And that was why he was taking a very well deserved nap on the couch, snoring pretty loudly.

Usually he was more restful, but for some reason working in Kumo's cold seemed to sap the energy out of him. Nonetheless his soporific state meant that perhaps a certain cheeky student had the perfect opportunity to prank him and he would be none the wiser as he slept like a rock. Sleeping almost as much as he ate.

It was a shame to be asleep almost, cause the Kumogakure sunset was beautiful, who knew that even if the sun was in plain view it could still be so cold outside.

He hugged a couch cushion, pretty much drooling on it as he nuzzled into it. Mumbling. "Mrrrrr...Beef Shinobi Special please..." he spoke, absolute shit talking was being had here but such was this man in his slumber.

Akira wore a black vest, putting his muscular arms and shoulders on display along with a set of black trousers and white socks, very much indoor wear for this young, yet extremely talented (and also rather handsome) man.

He was dreaming pretty heavily at this point. Probably cause it was just about dinnertime, and he decided to substitute his usually massive meals with some sleep, but then. He did something which probably would've made him look really dumb to anyone watching him. He thought he was biting into some succulent beef teriyaki. But no, he was really biting into the couch cushion, not hard but he was definitely lucid at this point. It felt so real though...The beef. The beef. THE BEEF.

But in truth, he was happy. Infact he had never been happier than since the day he moved here, he had a temple. A student, and lots of money and had also become the Shinkou Clan's Chosen One, hopefully the man to lead the clan in future. But it wasn't by doing this. Oh what did he care? No one was gonna assault him as pretty much nobody knew he lived here, apart from Coco and a few other village nin.

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From behind the couch Coco cracked her knuckles, this was going to be good. She'd come by for another training session, and this guy was sleeping on that job. If Coco managed to clear her busy schedule, then So could he. Out From her jacket she pulled a Kunai. Yes she still had an ungodly amount of clothing on. And yes she was still suffering for it. IT's not like Kumo was a very hot Village, it's just that it didn't rain every single day, and Kumo could be as cold as it wanted. It still wasn't as cold as everyday rain.

She pulled the Kunai Cross her thumb, and performed her summoning. In a small puff of smoke Kurdoi appeared. The little salamander greeted her happily. "Heya Coco!"

Coco pressed her index finger to her lips. And motioned for the Salamander to remain silent. The black and blue Salamander nodded in agreement. With a devilish grin upon her face Coco picked up the cute little guy. And stood to her feet.

She peered over the couch. Akira was still mumbling about food to himself. Good. She smiled as she saw a stream of drool escape her lips. She had so much black material already, she couldn't' wait to see what else she'd get out of this night.

The Smile of Satan still upon her lips Coco lowered the Slimy, not to mention poisonous Salamander down upon Akira's face....

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Akira writhed a bit in discomfort, hugging the pillow tighter. He had finished chewing it and his mouth was merely filled with one of the corners of a very soft blue pillow, the sleep talking had momentarily ended and instead the scheduled snoring returned. This man was the furthest thing from sleeping like a baby right now, he was sleeping like a brick. Of course he had completely forgotten he was supposed to train that cute student Coco, for the first time it seems as if he wasn't taking his job seriously enough to be up on time.

Well, he didn't forget per se, the couch just got about 10000 times more comfortable after he sat on it and that caused him to doze off. In truth sleeping on the job wasn't something Akira usually did and this was a first for him. Either he was coming down with a cold which was unlikely as Akira was as healthy as a spring chicken. Plus his immune senses were pretty much on steroids due to his huge chakra pool. He was no lumberjack so it was tough for him, but there weren't any conventional liquid heaters and instead had to resort to the more country way of doing things.

Akira's sword leaned against the armrest of the couch. Moshin, "Life and Death". A sword so powerful it is known to choose the destiny of those it faces. A truly fearsome weapon completely unprotected. It's cause he was usually very situationally aware, usually. 

He thought he could hear a voice, but it only caused a very slight disturbance to him merely making him mumble: "Mrrrgh...The check please..." He rumbled, and then he felt something slimy. Strange but it seemed as if that wasn't enough to awaken him from his slumber. It did make him grunt with disgust though. His mind seemingly more content on making him sleep than focus on the truly disgusting thing on his face. A Salamander. A creature he really didn't care about, slimy and just...Ew. He remembered being so grossed out the first time.

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Coco looked on in amazement. Kurdoi was doing a tap dance on Akira's face! Yet the Ninja didn't even seem to notice. Well maybe a little bit, by his sour lemon face, but he wasn't freaking out like he was suppose to! Hmm, Coco would have to do something more drastic.

She looked over to the Man's sword. She'd seen the thing cut right through a Shuriken once. Now that was nothing to sniff at. It was a masterpiece, that much was for sure. Coco's Own sword was one of a million Factory made Katana. Simple. What she'd seen from that blade, it was something different all together. On an entirely different level from anything she'd seen before.

Oh what wondrous torment Coco could inflict Upon her Senpai if she got ahold of that blade. She stared at it for several moments considering what to do with it. Maybe... No. No better leave it alone. As a weapon user herself Coco knw she shouldn't go around touching people's stuff. Especially a sword like that. Besides. People seem to have a connection to their blades. She had no doubt in her mind that the moment she touched the sword, he'd wake up and grab for it. No Doubt.

Time for Plan B

She jumped onto the Ceiling of the Lounge Directly above Akira. She squeezed a little bit more blood out of her finger, and performed a Second Summoning. In a blast of smoke considerably larger Kasunda the twenty foot long Salamander appeared on Akira's Ceiling. "Coco!" He announced, forgetting to Grip onto the ceiling. Already he was beginning to fall down onto the couch. "How dare you summon me without a proper introduction! You sha'll pay for this indignity!!!!"

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Akira seemed to flinch the tiniest bit every time the amphibian's little legs kicked him with his tap dance. Unfortunately though he was lights out. No response, it'd seemed as if this man had reached the next level in terms of sleeping. Akira Shinkou, a man who seemingly excelled at everything he did. Turns out being a sleepyhead also seemed to be one of them.

He felt an absolutely massive glob of slime slap him in the face as soon as Kasunda was summoned, causing him to wake up. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" He yelled loudly, also feeling the salamander on his face, which he swatted off. Not entirely conscious yet he instinctively grabbed his sword, unsheathed it and swung it wildly around, cutting his coffee table clean in half in the process, along with some of the more...shady magazines that rested on it. It seemed that this Ikea coffee table was no match whatsoever for a sacred sword forged from some of the finest Shinkou Folded Steel.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" He continued to yell, until he realized there was no one there. Until he looked up, his face going from fright, to a mixture of embarassment and anger. His cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. 






"Fuck you. That's messed up." He grumbled upon seeing Coco, swiping the slime off his face. Letting out a sigh of relief and putting the sword back in its' sheath. Hey, at least she didn't film it. It could've gone viral.

"You're here for the training huh..." He moaned, his stomach grumbling loudly shortly afterwards. If only he could devise a way to train her yet also cook food at the same time. Hmmm. He had gotten it. "Coco, how accurate are you with a blade?" He asked her. She could use weapons apparently, but how good she was with them remained to be seen. As she answered he'd get on his tiptoes and stretch his arms out wide, only just properly waking up.

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As all of this happened Coco just had an absolutely estatic look upon her face. She'd been lucky that Kasunda had desummoned himself. Otherwise Him and Akira would have gotten into a fight, more than likely. Coco had faith in Kasunda and he was a fine summon. But she was pretty sure the guy was going to get his butt kicked if him and Akira got into a fight. So like she said. She'd been lucky she hadn't summoned Kasunda properly. Otherwise she would have had a dead Salamander on her hands. That was going to be hard to explain to the rest of the Family.

As Akira Flailed his sword like a hurricane, she couldn't help but notice the pages of a cut up magazine fluttering about the air. When he smashed the coffee table he sliced through the Magazine so powerfully it sent it's pages soraing into the sky! She didn't have time to catch a good glace, but she saw lots of flesh in her quick glance. Lots O' Flesh.

After Akira had stopped vaporizing his room with his sword. Coco dropped down from the Ceiling. "Haha I'm sorry About that, but you didn't wake up when I put the little guy on you. So I figured it'd take something big!" She paused, and stroked her chin. "Well I suppose I could have just shaken you awake."

She was glad Akira was a good sport. Less fun people would have been worse about waking up to something like that. But he'd taken it in spades. Coco knew if she'd been in his position, she'd be freaking out. Yup if Akira was her, and if her was Akira. She'd be beaten to a pulp by now. She sighed happily, pretty satisfied with her lot in life at the moment. she leaned aginst the couch, placing her hand in a nice puddle of slim. She matained that smile, and did her best not to freak. 'Gross Gross Gross Gross'

"Can I throw?" She announced Cockily. "Does this answer you question." With her slim soaked hand she reach into her jacked and pulled out a Kunai. She flung her arm backwards preparing to hit a fly that was buzzing several meters in front of them. However as soon as her hand reached the apex of her drawback it flew from her hand!

The slime made the knife fly right out of her hand! Dang It Kasunda! A plague upon his house!

The knife flew right through a vase that was sitting upon a shelf several more meters away. Her face grew dim as she heard the vase shatter. "See?" She squeaked. "Didn't even see it, and It was a bull's-eye."

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While she seemed to be ecstatic that her little prank was pulled off. Akira was far less impressed, but now that it had passed he could sort of see the funny side to it. Strange man Akira as sometimes he was capable of being the cruelest most unforgiving person imaginable -- Especially when it came to training. However he was capable of incredible compassion and it showed here by pretty much forgiving her instantly even though she was the cause of the destruction of this coffee table. And his sexy magazines. Hey, there was nothing wrong with a little bit of "me" time here and there. Anyone could understand that surely. Plus he appreciated women no matter how curvy they were. Unfortunately the various magazines depicting such attractive women was now rendered into tatters.

"Yeah, definitely could've shook me. You know I hate this slimy stuff. And it's all over my couch too..." He huffed annoyedly, that'd take ages to get out. And he couldn't let it set either because it'd just dry out and give the couch some suspicious looking stains. He definitely had to give it a wipe down later on.

He also noted that she placed her hand straight into one of the larger puddles of slime. Akira couldn't help but chuckle as a result. "Ewwwww." He giggled, reaching for a cloth nearby to wipe his face with. At least none was in his hair, that'd be really awkward. 

She then got to answering his question about blade accuracy, and she offered by asking if she could throw something "No!---" He interjected, but it was too late, he could see the slime slip off her hands as she threw the kunai, missing her target entirely and shattering what was a precious family heirloom. Now, Akira didn't mind destroying a table and some FHM magazines, but what she thought was a china vase -- Too far. Akira was visibly enraged at this point onwards. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down and exhaling heavily "Coco..." He spoke shaking his head in disbelief, cliffhanging the end, trying not to erupt in fury. "Okay Akira, calm down..." He mumbled to himself. "C'mon Coco why'd you do that?...That was a clan heirloom..." He spoke, disappointed. "And I liked it." He squeaked emotionally, Mad, but more disappointed. It was sort of an accident and he acknowledged that but it was also somehow completely her fault at the same time. Seems his compassion was really being put to the test here. "You're a really nice girl but. For the love of God please stop summoning that thing indoors!" He sighed deeply. His ancestors were gonna hate him for that. That was a really nice vase, white with a blue dragon print on it. It was probably pretty expensive. It was however, just a vase. Nothing more so he felt he had nothing to pull too much of an emotional crisis over.

"Let's just get the training started... We're going to the kitchen." He announced, making his way into the next room. Since Akira wasn't using most of the temple's functions he built the new lounge right next to the kitchen which was massive as it was supposed to be able to produce enough food to feed the whole clan. "Also how the hell are you still wearing that many layers? I got the fireplace on full blast..."
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Coco's face glowed with a bright Crimson Shade. She'd never been so humiliated in her entire life, and doubted that she ever would be again. Akira bless his soul, was doing everything he could not to strangle her right on the spot. An Act which Coco thoroughly appreciated. Still she worried that Akira was going to harbor some resentment for that, for some time to come.

Silently Coco followed in Akira's footsteps. She dug her hands into her pockets, and kept them their. She was determined to not break or ruin anything else in this temple for the rest of her days. It was such a lovely place, and here she came crashing through it like a bull in a china shop. For shame Coco Wei, for Shame!

Then Akira asked about her clothing. Now she was well aware it wasn't the sexiest clothing in the world. Nothing like what those girls in the magazine had one, but Coco loved the way she dressed. "Well it's not so bad after..." Then they passed over the threshold to the Temple's massive Kitchen. A wave of intense head washed over Coco, forget having the Oven on full blast! This place was the oven! IT was so hot in here Coco could feel her eyes drying out. "Woah." She announced unzipping her jacket. "Alright, I may have to loose a layer." She thought about shrugging her jacket off, but knowing her luck it would just burst into flames and burn the whole temple down. So she just let the unzipped Article of clothing hand loosly on her.

As She and Akira ventured further into the Fiery hell that was the Temple Kitchen Coco had a good look around. The place was huge, she could hardly believe it. So this is what happens when you become a clan. Coco nodded in appreciation. When she turned the Wei family into a Clan they were going to have a temple just like this one! She smiled warmly, before grabbing her newest scarf and dabbing her forehead with it. Good Grief it was hot. What was Akira making in here?

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Since he had made himself very clear he figured the lecturing was over. He hated having to do shit like that but that was just part of his role as a teacher. If the student messed up they needed to be corrected. It could've been so much worse she could've had to do 10,000 pushups right there on the living room floor. Fortunately he didn't really hold a grudge against her. She seemed a bit too cute to harbor resentment towards. 

He had just thrown a rather large pork roast in when he was out for the day. He wasn't asleep that long but by the time he got up it was almost done cooking. Akira was toasty in this room with his simple black vest on so she must've been absolutely roasting with that thing on. She must get so sweaty in hot places with her style of clothing. In truth that style reminded Akira of a Christmas Present in a way, heavily wrapped but a wonderful gift within. 

Akira opened the fridge door and pulled out...an apple. "So. True blade accuracy looks a little something like this." He spoke, throwing the carrot high up into the air, unsheathing his sword and performing one quick slash, slicing the apple vertically and completely cleanly. Along with a few  slashes cutting it up into perfect little crescent-shaped slices. "See?" He demonstrated. Catching the slices in a bowl he picked up off the kitchen counter. "You do that by not just wildly throwing the blade around. You have to imagine a path for the sword to follow in your head, and then stick to it. If you're tentative for even a moment you won't pull it off." 


He tossed her an extra sheathed katana he had lying around. Knowing not to throw an unsheathed bladed weapon at a friend or acquaintance. He pulled out a carrot from the kitchen counter. "Your turn. Whenever you're ready." He announced. The kitchen was easily wide enough to swing a sword without breaking anything so it shouldn't be too difficult for a girl who was rather talented with weapons in her own right. 

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Mmmm now Coco could smell it. She almost drooled. She hadn't had a good roast in a long time. Not since she became a ninja. Oh man she could remember the roasts her dad would make. She'd walk in the door from a long day of school, and the smell would just hit her in the face like a sledgehammer made of love. Him, her mom, and Coco would all sit around the table and talk about their day.

Happier times for sure. Better too. Of course that may have just been nastalga giving her rose colored Eye glasses, but she was pretty sure that those days were better. Still she had to be thankful for what she had. She was alive, and in a very nice temple with a very nice young man. Who happened to have a very nice face and Body type. She was making new memories here, she was sure once enough time had passed, her a Akira would laugh long and hard about that vase incident. Though she really wanted to know just how much time, because she wanted that laugh to come soon. Otherwise her guilt was going to be nagging her for a long, long time.

She watched patiently as Akira expertly cut the apple into even crescent slices. She'd have been impressed, if she hadn't already seen his skills with a sword. The man cut a Shuriken in half! After seeing something like that it was pretty hard to be impressed with a Apple. She looked over at the bowl of apples, as Akira sat it down upon the counter. Coco never cared for the peel. As a matter of fact Coco absolutely hated to have the peel on her apple. Her mother near the End of Coco's younger years grew so skilled at carving up apples that she could peel the entire thing in three seconds, and keep a perfectly intact spiral of apple peel. It was almost like a art form when CoRin went to work on the fruit. Coco was pretty good at it too, but she'd never been able to match her mother's skill with a knife.

She felt a pang of guilt rise up in her stomach. She'd hardly even gotten to say goodbye to them before she left. She'd hardly known how long she'd been gone for. She didn't even know when she'd be back, and she still didn't say goodbye to them properly. She just shouted it as she was leaving the door, like she was heading off to school. She hoped to get home soon. See them again. She'd always been a pretty distant child, but now that she was literally distant from them. Well that was a bit different wasn't it? She missed them dearly every night, and surprisingly enough, even to Coco. When she went to bed a night, she dreamed of seeing rain again.

She snatched the Blade that Akira tossed out from the air, and held it tightly against her hip. She jostled it for a second, judging it's weight. The she ever so slightly unsheathed the blade, getting a feel for how it would exit it's home. She nodded, feeling like she'd taken good measure of her weapon. That Carrot was going to be as dead, as the pig in the oven. You betcha.

She Looked over at Akira, the eye of the tiger firmly held within her gaze. She nodded for him to toss the carrot, and he did so. The orange vegetable was launched into the air. Coco's keen eye glared at the Rooty downward growing vegetable, it was toast. Figuratively speaking.

She unsheathed her blade, letting the length of steel whine against the Sheath. With movement that even skilled eyes would have had a hard time following Coco diced that carrot into the tiny pieces. Images of cutting vegetables with her father flashed through her mind. Dangit this was starting to get distracting. She sheathed the blade. With a proud smirk.

Then she suddenly realized she didn't have anything to catch the carrot on! Once more she unsheathed her blade, just in time to let the carrot fall perfectly on her steel blade. Naturally in true Anime style The carrot landed on her blade appearing to still be untouched by her blade. Then a second later, the carrot would shift, revealing dozens of perfect cuts along its' length.

Then we zoom out from the blade and See Coco crouched low to the ground, sticking her Sword out, and the blade hovering just inches above the ground. "Haha piece of Carrot Cake!"

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