Hazy Meeting |p/nk/Risa|

What did little Risako’s dream of when they slept their sleepy slumbers? Surely they didn’t dream of a world where it was dangerous for one to leave their windows open, where drunken and well-endowed people could climb into the window of a third floor apartment. Nor did they wake when certain drunken and well-endowed people did so.

In fact, little Akara’s kept right on sleeping through the night, because when they fell into unconsciousness, not even the all mighty hands of the great and powerful could shake them from their beauty sleep.

So what’d Risako do when Anri the Uchiha mistakenly entered her apartment? Why, she continued sleeping, as if that wasn’t an obvious answer. Not a single little black hair on her sleepy little head was disturbed by the intruder within her apartment. If she was awake though, well that’d be a different situation.

Now we come to the point where the confused and intoxicated Uchiha had plopped down on Risako's bed. When it happened, Risako merely grumbled incoherently, "Ehh.. no you do," before rolling onto her side, facing away from the bed intruder. Sleepy Akaras do not wake, for anything... It ran in their blood or something. Seriously, they slept like bears during hibernation. It wasn't until much later in the night/early morning that she did begin to stir.

Not once in her life had Risako ever awoke in an alert state. Even when it came to nightmares, they couldn't rouse her from her sleep for too awfully long. So when she pulled the covers off of herself, and climbed over her uninvited guest, she didn't really register the presence of the other individual. Half sleep walking to the kitchen area of the one room apartment, she turned on the sink and cupped a few drinks of water from her hands, soothing her dry lips and kinda helping fight that stank morning breath. She was still gonna brush her teeth, don’t get me wrong, but she wanted to eat something first. Before turning off the faucet, she ran her wet hands through her straight black hair a few times while massaging her head to work that gross oily feeling out of her scalp. After turning off the sink, her hands instinctively went to her light gray cotton night shirt, abruptly pausing as if time had stopped, just before she could dry those hands.

It was in that second where she almost froze, that she realized she had heard someone aside from herself, snoring within her apartment. Unable to see clearly due to the darkness, she used her ears to guide her to where the sound was coming from... Her bed.

All at once, she felt a bit of fear, anger, confusion, and most of all she questioned, easily forgetting that she left her windows open all the time, "How?" How did some... some grotesque, fiend? Make his way into her apartment.

On the same subject, "Why?" It was really kinda creepy. Actually, it was downright despicable. Some man had managed to worm his way into her apartment, not just her apartment but, but her BED! What if...

She pushed that thought out of her head. Either way, now was the time to deal with the stranger, while they were passed out. Silently, she began to creep over to her own bed, something she thought she'd never have to do until she had kids or a partner or something along those lines. As she got closer, her eyes began to trace the the figure of the person in her bed, starting at the individual's lithe shoulders, and working down to her narrow waist. Her eyes formed over the person's short skirt that showed an awful lot of thigh-

Wait. Gentle curves? Lithe? This wasn't a man. Its snores just sounded like one.

That didn't really change anything, but now Risako was put at ease with the thought of "what might have happened" during the night. That said, she felt as if she could snap the individual in half still. (I mean not literally cause she’s not that strong and all, but emotionally. Yea.) At the very least this was an invasion of her home, and she would have to deal with it as such.

Where to begin?

Gently placing an open palm upon her target’s bare shoulder, Risako would place a hand fuinjutsu seal known to most as “The Self Cursing Seal.” Which, when placed, caused the victim’s muscles to lock, placing them in a paralyzed state. In actual combat, if this technique were pulled off, it could potentially score either a kill or allow the user to take their target prisoner with little to no difficulty, depending on how much they could carry. Now, for this instance, she would merely be taking this stranger prisoner, and hopefully not for long.

With the same hand, she then gripped the lady’s shoulder with every ounce of strength her muscles could pump out, and then placed her on her feet. If the lady had woken up by now, she would continue with her actions. If not, she would snap the lady out of unconsciousness with a violent but ultimately harmless act. Or maybe the lady had just enough chakra to break out of the seal’s effects, but who knows? Certainly not Risako.

Her eyes seemingly flashed with her intent as they met with the eyes of air headed Uchiha, closing almost into slits as her face contorted from the anger. "Of course this isn't your apartment!" she thought. The girl had even thought she had said it aloud, but in her flash of internal frustration, her throat produced no sounds, her mouth simply remained agape at the start of her sentence.

Since her eye contact had remained unbroken, she noticed when the stranger's gaze lowered to any "points of interest" that happened to be a part of her own figure. It didn't matter who the individual was, being checked out in an unwanted manner as such made her feel... Vulnerable. Even Maloren was subject to a beatin’.

Deciding that she no longer cared whether the individual in her grasp remained standing or not, (due to the paralysis,) Risako slid her hand down the length of Anri's arm, accidentally knocking the fabric loose, before removing her touch from the individual entirely. Crossing her arms, she lowered her head, but kept eye contact as she took a step backwards, aiming to shield herself from the eyes of the intruder. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, causing her skin to flush, but even for Risako it was difficult to tell if it was due to anger or embarrassment.

"Mmm.. where did I get this seal from.. ? I must've really urked someone."

Lifting her head to appear confident of herself once more, she began to remark "That's an understateme-" but was cut short as she choked on her own words while the stranger merely "shrugged" the seal off. Of course Risako mostly stopped because of the sudden rush of chakra that accompanied the breaking of the seal. Easily, it rivaled her own, which was intimidating. The individual within her apartment was no longer a common person, but a full fledged shinobi.

“Were you looking to have your way with me?"  

What? “W-what!?” No, that was most certainly not her intent. Taking another step back, she let her arms unfold and drop to her sides in a defensive stance. Risako had only ever seen a three tomoe Sharingan, and unfortunately she had never been able to test herself against someone with one, so she wasn’t sure what a single tomoe was capable of. Besides that, surely someone with as much chakra as the lady before her wasn’t limited to just one. This was already a less than desirable situation, and the out of control spiral wasn’t helping anything.

The spiraling had stopped. The situation was under control once again? Would it have really been so easy that all she had to do was wake her up? ... Maybe it would be helpful to think things through a little better next time you wake up with a stranger in your bed. Then when that stranger tells you to relax after flashing Sharingan around? Oh nuh-uh gurl. Risako would comply, but only enough to drop her combative stance. It was very clear that she was still annoyed with the whole situation up to this point, and she'd make that known if it wasn't clear. Then came the apology? Wut. This whole situation. Just. No.

Or maybe yes. She wasn't sure anymore. Picking up on the obvious cues of innocence, whether they be feigned or no, she would allow the Uchiha a chance to correct herself before she branded her with any more negativity and it's totally not because she feared the Sharingan. Somewhat puzzled, she'd say "I never gave you my name in the first place? I woke up and you were in my bed..." 

"It's Risako, now why are you in here?" she droned, dropping the confused questioning for the more demanding tone that she used with the academy students. She almost forgot she was supposed to be pissed when the Uchiha gave that superb apology.

[weak post is weak]