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1 Whispered Secrets [Private | Seiryū] on Fri Jun 10, 2016 2:22 am

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The sun was now out at its maximum height in the sky, powerful rays of heat and light shining down on the deserts which Sunagakure rested upon. Two empty cups and plates rested on the table of an outdoor table, belonging to a cafe restaurant. With food and tea in her system, Keiko was finally ready to tackle the remainder of the day, having gotten a really late start. Not that she minded, taking into consideration the reason she had slept in in the first place. A smile crept onto her face, and she snuck a glance at Seiryu, once again losing herself momentarily in admiration of his features. The hunger and hangover that dampened her mood earlier was now dissipating - though the latter was still an occasional sore throb in her head, a physical reminder of the amount of alcohol that had been consumed the previous night. But there were no regrets, not at all.

Standing up, Keiko would straighten the black skirt that she had put on before leaving her apartment with Seiryu this morning. The short skirt did little to conceal her legs, which were bare up until her feet, where she wore a pair of comfortable flats. But Keiko didn't have many reservations with what she wore, and as cocky as it sounded, she was relatively confident with her body. Although short, her body proportions were fair, not having the problem with shorter, stubbier legs that some vertically challenged individuals were faced with. She really was getting used to trying out different outfits, finding that she enjoyed the task of trying to match from top to bottom. After determining that Seiryu was free for the day - a fact that gave her immense relief, knowing that they wouldn’t have to part ways just yet - they were now left to determine where they would go. To be quite honest, it didn’t particularly matter to Keiko, as long as they stayed together. But the thought of going around the village with a local was promising; after all, she had spent most of her time here exploring the village alone. As she looked over at Seiryu once more, a thought struck her.

“Did you want to go home and change first? As good as you look in that, it would probably be more comfortable if you got yourself some clean clothes.” While Keiko had gotten the chance to change, Seiryu was still wearing his clothes from the night before. She couldn't resist throwing in the compliment, because it was still true. Visually, he still looked as good as ever. His clothes looked fine, albeit a little wrinkled, reminding her of the activity they had done prior to the shedding of clothes. Now that she thought about it … if her neighbour really had seen them last night, although she couldn’t remember much of the lead-up to her room, it might explain a bit about why he had been so irritated. Walking around the table to where he was seated, Keiko would reach to try and smooth out a small wrinkle on his shirt, near his right shoulder.

"If you need me to, I can meet you somewhere else if you need some privacy." Part of her suggestion really was to help Seiryū get more comfortable, but the other reason was largely because of her own agenda – she was curious about his living quarters, and hoped that she would be able to learn more about him if he let her tag along. And so the added bit about giving him privacy was spoken purely out of courtesy. Keiko genuinely hoped that he wouldn't mind if she tagged along. If only she could just get him to talk about himself a bit more … Then again, she hadn’t shared much about herself either. And given how he knew she wasn’t from the village, it made it slightly more difficult to know exactly how much to share.




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2 Re: Whispered Secrets [Private | Seiryū] on Fri Jun 10, 2016 3:41 am

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With the time now rolling around to noon, marking the sun’s midday journey, Seiryū wondered what exactly he would do with Keiko for the remainder of the time they would spend together. Remembering that Keiko had mentioned to him a few days ago – when they shared an impromptu dinner at The Dragon’s Tongue – that she had been in the village for a few months already, three if he remembered correctly, she had already likely seen most of the things the village had to offer in terms of tourist attractions, or anything that would really appeal to a foreigner. Seiryū himself didn’t know where Keiko had been so far, aside from The Dragon’s Tongue, the Meeting Cactus, the Sandy Arena, and Kobi’s Pub – all places he had been to with Keiko herself. That had all been within the span of this week and she had three months prior to have seen more of the village, Seiryū expected that she had done some sightseeing on her own. That left his options rather limited unless Keiko mentioned a place she would like to visit. Otherwise, they could roam around the village until they found something they could occupy their time with.

Watching the other occupant of the table stand up to straighten out her skirt, Seiryū’s own eyes were drawn to the short item. Currently slightly slouched back in his seat, Seiryū’s lilac orbs quickly traveled further south, as much that was visible to him from his current perspective. Regardless of the temperature of the heat in Sunagakure no Sato, he felt like she had chosen that particular item to torment him, especially given how much he had been drawn to them the night before. Her jeans from last evening had done a similar job, but currently the amount of leg he could see drove his memory back to both the early morning when she had decided to get ready and the night before. It was one thing to see them when in the haze of lust, but now with his sense fully intact, drowsiness no longer a factor, his eyes seemed to magnetically be drawn to her legs. It was just one of the many factors that had Seiryū drawn to Keiko.

Thinking about places to go, it seemed that Keiko had one destination in mind as a pit stop. “Did you want to go home and change first? As good as you look in that, it would probably be more comfortable if you got yourself some clean clothes.” Now that he really thought about it, a change of clothes would actually be nice. Though that meant venturing to the slums and he wasn’t sure if he should take Keiko with him. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed by his current living conditions – considering he could easily move out – but rather that the neighbourhood would likely make Keiko stray away from him; not actually want to be around him after seeing where he lived. Knowing that there was her inevitable departure approaching, perhaps her seeing it wouldn’t be the end of the world. As he debated the issue Keiko walked around the table to his seat, his eyes drawn to her in a moment, and reached out to his right shoulder, fixing his shirt. With a thankful look, Seiryū began to stand up as Keiko continued; addressing the problem he came up with.

He didn’t want to part ways now to meet her later, he wanted to be around her more than he already was, however odd it felt to admit it to himself. As far as privacy was concerned, they had already stepped past that boundary last night and he felt it was only fair that he show her his living quarters as well. Gently grasping on to her left hand with his right, he’d only speak up briefly concerning her suggestion, “And cut our time together short? I think I can survive you seeing my place.” Humour, or an attempt at it, was always Seiryū’s first choice when addressing something that seemed to puzzle him, but he’d gotten decently good at hiding his own inner turmoil over the years.

He would lead the way to the slums, not saying much on the neighbourhood himself, unless Keiko rose up a question during their journey.

The building where Seiryū resided was two stories high that was nothing special in comparison to the rest of the rundown buildings in the neighbourhood. The inside would be bland, the paint on walls old and cracked. Seeing as how the building was only two floors, there was only one single set of stairs that granted residents access to the upper floor. On the second floor would be two hallways, running in opposite directions. Taking the one to the left and reaching a door at the end of the hall on their left would be entrance to Seiryū’s apartment. He wouldn’t be gauging Keiko’s reaction to where he lived and instead opening up the locked door with ease. Seiryū often left his front door unlocked, since he didn’t own anything of actual value and the likelihood of someone stealing from him was rather slim. The entrance of his own place was a short hallway that led to the joint kitchen and living room. On the right side wall, upon entering, there would be two doors, one leading to his bedroom and the other leading to the sole bathroom. There were two more doors. One straight ahead that led to a balcony, which overlooked the streets from the second floor. Finally, the last door on the left wall led to a closet, one that was essentially barren. As far as furniture would go, it was limited to the bare necessities; a small, cheap television, a table for four with only two chairs, and a beat-up couch. His room consisted of a single dresser and bed.

Finally, after they both got inside, would he turn to face Keiko to gauge whatever reaction she would have expressed. In the end, he lived in the slums – a place most people didn’t want to live.



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3 Re: Whispered Secrets [Private | Seiryū] on Sat Jun 11, 2016 8:43 am

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“And cut our time together short? I think I can survive you seeing my place.” Relief. Excitement. Curiosity. Multiple emotions and thoughts hit her at once at his reply, which confirmed that he would be taking her to his place for a look. Trying to hide her excitement, she would quietly slip her hand into his as they got up to leave. Conversation, once again, was not forced as they walked, and Keiko found herself using the time to take a look at the surroundings. From where they started, just on the outskirts of the busy bazaar, the number of people was still strikingly high, with some in full shinobi gear leaving or returning from missions, or civilians buzzing about, heading towards the bazaar to begin a day of shopping. Occasionally, Keiko would spot the odd shinobi hailing from other villages – the glint of a Konoha headband, or a flash of someone bearing the Kirigakure symbol on their jacket. It wasn’t a very uncommon sight to see – shinobi often travelled to different villages for missions, to pass on messages, or simply to engage in friendly spars with other shinobi.

But speaking of messages … Keiko couldn’t help but think back to the message she had received earlier in the morning. Somehow, she was starting to get the feeling that she wouldn’t be able to get out of returning to Kirigakure in the near future, and the idea was terrifying. It was too soon. As her thoughts raced, her grip on Seiryū tightening slightly, betraying her inner turmoil. She was happy, truly happy, for the past few days, and suddenly things were taking an unexpected turn. Life wasn’t fair, and she should have expected that things were never going to be perfect, but for once she had let her hopes raise up too high, and now she was about to pay dearly for it. Another Kirigakure shinobi walked by, and at that, Keiko nearly flinched. Paranoia struck at her. Clearly, they knew where she was, seeing as how the messenger this morning knocked right at her door. Would they send someone to retrieve her if she kept ignoring the messages being sent? Resisting may not be a problem if they sent someone of a lower rank … but was it worth it to resist?

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t quite notice their surroundings change until it was noticeably different. A stark contrast to the nicer suburban area that Keiko was residing in, even if her room was rather small. The buildings all around were worn and rundown, clearly having been here for years without much maintenance, if at all. While it didn’t particularly repel her, being the rich spoiled daughter that she was, it was quite the culture shock. Dropping her hand and letting him lead her in, Keiko gradually came to terms with the living conditions that Seiryū was in … although it did lead to some questions. He didn’t appear to be short on money, given how he was freely treating her on separate occasions without much thought or hesitation. Perhaps it was a chosen lifestyle? Or he was just a very good actor. After letting her in, he turned towards her with a look of expectation, as though waiting for her to comment. Giving him a shrug, along with a grin, she pushed past him popped her head through different doors, giving each room a quick glance. Eventually finding the bedroom, she made a beeline towards the bed, dropping back-first onto it. “Don’t mind me, go change or shower or whatever you need.” She would call to him as she spread herself across his bed, inhaling the lingering scent that she had gotten herself acquainted with the night before.

“Is this your permanent home? Do you live alone?” Despite having just told him to not mind her, Keiko began a series of questions, curious about his lifestyle. Of course, she had enough tact not to directly ask why he lived in one of the worst areas of Sunagakure, but couldn’t refrain from asking other questions. It was all very fascinating, and knowing that she didn’t really know the man she found herself so attracted to … this was the chance to learn more. Maybe he would be open to talk more about himself now, especially since he trusted her enough to take her back to his place. Or was that not trust?




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4 Re: Whispered Secrets [Private | Seiryū] on Sat Jun 11, 2016 12:32 pm

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Seiryū wasn’t one to pry in to the affairs of others, but he certainly was able to notice that Keiko’s mind had been elsewhere on their journey to his apartment. Even though the journey to his apartment had been quiet, not a word exchanged between them, Seiryū could tell Keiko’s thoughts was focused somewhere else. It wasn’t in the sense of her being thinking about something that ticked let him know, for it was the grip on his hand tightening slightly and the tenseness in her body when they passed by other shinobi – ones from Kirigakure no Sato. Was she thinking about her home and their passing reminding Keiko of how much she missed her homeland? That could certainly be the case. Her reaction was similar to that of her composition before they had left her apartment, perhaps her seeing more shinobi from her village reminded her of home and the desire to return there. He couldn’t blame her for missing her home if that was the case. Not knowing what to do or say, Seiryū’s only option had been to gently squeeze her hand in return and let his thumb lightly rum over her delicate knuckles.

His anticipation of knowing what Keiko’s reaction to his apartment seemed to be at an all-time high, not wanting her to think badly of him due to where he resided. It never had bothered him before, though with Keiko everything seemed different to Seiryū. He didn’t know why, but the need to have her like him remained ever present. Instead of getting a negative reply like he anticipated, Seiryū stood still as Keiko shot him a grin then dashed past him and looked through each door along her short journey. She didn’t spend much time looking through each door, for she quickly found his bedroom and darted through the door. Seiryū shook his head lightly and slowly trailed after Keiko and to his own bedroom, only to find Keiko lying on his bed, spread eagle. “Don’t mind me, go change or shower or whatever you need.” If only she knew – which she likely did by this point – that he couldn’t simply clean up with her lying on his bed. His mind could only wander back to last night and the early morning, wishing to relive those instances, but in his bed instead.

“Don’t think I can do that with you on my bed.” Seiryū muttered just loud enough that Keiko could hear his voice. Shaking his head once more, this time trying to get the imagery out of his head, he made his way over to his dresser to gather a fresh set of clothes.

A deep navy blue v-neck shirt was the first thing that Seiryū pulled out and immediately decided it was suitable for the remainder of the day, it was one of the few shirts he own that was a bit tight; whether it was chosen out of purpose could be up for debate. Finding a pair of clean underwear and a pair of grey joggers would complete his impromptu outfit for the day. “Is this your permanent home? Do you live alone?” Tossing the three items on top of the mostly bare dresser, Seiryū began to unbutton his shirt as he turned to face Keiko. An honest inquiry that was fairly simple to answer. He wasn’t sure why she hadn’t asked why he lived here, why he resided in the slums, but he would get to that when it came up.

Starting with the top most button, Seiryū walked towards the bed with his eyes trained on Keiko; a look of hunger passing over his lilac orbs. “I live alone, been here since about… five years ago.” That had put him at sixteen when he moved in to the apartment, finally having left the orphanage to be on his own. He had been alone for far longer than that, from the time he was eight. In truth, Seiryū had actually been alone for far longer than that, perhaps since the moment he had been born. Moving out of the orphanage had been rough, mainly because of Seiryū’s ability to earn money; the slums were the best place to stay at that time. Money was tight then, but the place had been affordable to live in, though expenses on other items were minimal. It was a time when he sold the few luxury possessions he owned. The years blurred together that Seiryū hadn’t been too sure if it was five, but it was in that range. Most of the buttons on his shirt had been undone, leaving Seiryū to finish off the bottom two. “Guess you can call it permanent considering how long I’ve been here.” Seiryū shrugged, both in regards to his statement and discarding his shirt, which he tossed in the hamper which contained his dirty laundry. With a smirk presenting itself, Seiryū would walk around the bed to where Keiko’s legs were located, his right hand reaching out to ghost over her left calf. “I’m sure I’m not the only one in need of a shower.” It was an open invitation, seeing as how Keiko had only been able to throw on new clothes and comb her hair before they had left. He knew the implications, welcoming them, and his apartment was fairly clean – shower included.



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5 Re: Whispered Secrets [Private | Seiryū] on Sun Jun 12, 2016 8:51 pm

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“Don’t think I can do that with you on my bed.” A smirk was her response, she hadn’t been entirely expecting a response like that. Her initial move to lay on his bed was entirely out of a desire for self-comfort, and a more selfish desire of wanting to be in the bed that he slept in. But now that she thought about it … it hadn’t even been a couple of hours since they were last in a bed together, and so Keiko dropping herself  on Seiryū’s bed left a lot of unintentionally implied messages. Not that she minded, now that she was aware of the results of her actions. It was thrilling to be able to draw out a reaction from the male, reminding her that the dual-way attraction between the two of them was not yet over.

Keiko watched as Seiryū rummaged briefly through his dresser for a new change of clothes, still not bothered to move out of her relaxed position on his bed. Her question lingering in the air, Keiko all but forgot about it as Seiryū began unbuttoning his shirt – something she had been doing for him just the night before. Now it was her turn for a hungry look to pass through her eyes, elbows propping herself up slightly as she watched unabashedly. Not at all subtle, but subtly – as far as Keiko was concerned – was entirely unnecessary, given their not-so-subtle night that they had spent together. Her eyes locked with his as he completed his task of removing the buttons that kept his shirt together and began making his way towards her. As a medical specialist, one had to be quite aware of their own body’s signals, and it was this skill that accentuated the fact that her heartrate had picked up once more.

“I live alone, been here since about… five years ago.” He seemed to have that skill of making her forget her surroundings. As he began speaking, confusion rushed through her as Keiko fought to remember what he was responding to. That’s right … she had asked him a question. Recalling that fact allowed her to make sense of what he was saying, although she was still very much distracted. “Guess you can call it permanent considering how long I’ve been here.” Five years, living alone. Her first thought was an unvocalized question of how many girls he had brought back here with him, given the convenience of living alone. As old as the place was, and located in a not-so-friendly part of the village, Seiryū appeared to keep the place pretty neat and tidy. After all, unless he had planned to take her here all along, he wouldn’t have had time to hastily clean up the place in anticipation for her sudden suggestion that he come home to shower.

What about family? Did he not have any family members? Inquiring about family was always a touchy subject in the shinobi world – there were always incomplete families where parents are killed in action, the number of orphans too large to count, broken families as a result of conflict and power … For a moment, she attempted to weigh her desire to ask him about family with reasons that she shouldn’t. But of course, desire won out in the end. “What about fam – ” Her question died in her throat as her breath caught. The blame rested on the hand that was just skimming over her exposed leg, where the effect of the light touch seemed to do more than if he had been more firm with his action. Eyes darkening in a haze of newly awakened desire, her question remained unasked, long since forgotten.
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“I’m sure I’m not the only one in need of a shower.” Vaguely, she remembered that this wasn’t the point of her coming here. She had questions, seeking answers. It wasn’t fair; he seemed to have a complete control over her train of thought, a terrible distraction, to put it nicely. A shower was appealing – but she knew it wouldn’t be as simple as a quick rinse for the two of them to get out. No, the invitation brought along a train of other intentions. Intentions that she was suddenly eager to comply with. Scooting down towards the edge of the bed, she would make quick work of her flats, letting them slip off and hit the ground while lifting her left foot to rest against his belt, using the protruding metal buckle to help keep her leg up. “A shower would be nice … I seem to be glued to this lovely bed of yours though, mind giving me a hand with this skirt? It’s a bit … tight.”

If he chose to provide his “assistance”, Keiko would eventually remove the remainder of her clothes – save for her undergarments. At that point, she would be off the bed, tiptoeing to plant an innocent peck on Seiryū’s lips before darting off towards the bathroom first, sticking her tongue out playfully over her shoulder before disappearing beyond the door.




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6 Re: Whispered Secrets [Private | Seiryū] on Sun Jun 12, 2016 11:58 pm

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A smirk displayed itself, Seiryū’s lips curving upward as his right hand ghosted over Keiko’s calf to take in her reaction. Knowing he could easily elicit such a reaction from her with a simple touch sent a wave of pride running through his system and the desire to cause Keiko to him similar reactions to what he had seen the night before and this morning. Something was driving him to be closer to this woman and he couldn’t fight it; it was slightly beyond physical attraction, yet the notion of attachment couldn’t apply yet either. Not knowing how to classify it, made Seiryū temporarily discard his pattern of thought and turned his focus back to Keiko. Whatever question she was about to ask him, whatever it was that was on Keiko’s mind, seemed to be thrown out the window from his touch alone. Seeing Keiko’s reaction form in to surprise, or something similar, only fortified Seiryū’s decision of sharing his shower. It would be less productive overall, but the results would be far more than satisfactory. Her reactions were always interesting to Seiryū, whether it was a result of his own actions or words, or Keiko’s own actions that seemed to morph her expression as well.

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With Keiko being the only one he was focusing on at this moment, his eyes followed her body as she scooted towards the edge of the bed to remove her footwear. Her next action had been unexpected, watching Keiko rest her left foot against his belt. His eyes roved over her bare leg, from the foot that rested against him to the length of skin that disappeared under her black mini-skirt; an item that would need to be removed for what he had in mind. Instead of making a move, using her actions as a reason to touch her further, Seiryū instead stood there with his grin still in place, but a look of hunger becoming even more apparent than before. She, Keiko, was the only person that could do this to him, elicit such a reaction from him without even having to put much effort in.

“A shower would be nice … I seem to be glued to this lovely bed of yours though, mind giving me a hand with this skirt? It’s a bit … tight.” While he could argue how not lovely his bed was, especially in comparison to Keiko herself, Seiryū was more than inclined to help Keiko with her skirt. He certainly had noticed earlier in the day how her skirt help accentuate her features – having been able to take in an eyeful. Seiryū couldn’t state which he preferred more, watching her walk around with the skirt on or having her to himself with it off.

“I certainly can help you out with your skirt.” He made no move to immediately remove it, instead letting both hands rest on the outsides of her calves, while a wolfish grin took over, as he watched Keiko. Seiryū knew exactly what the result was going to be once she agreed and seeing as Keiko had, he would be more than happy to help her get prepared for their next round. “I’m sure my skillset is suited to help remove it.” While his goal was to help Keiko remove her skirt… and the remainder of her clothing, he would take his time getting to that goal. His first task had been to trail his lips up Keiko’s left leg until he reached the offending item. He really didn’t want to remove it immediately, rather wanting to enjoy their time here… even if he would enjoy their time in the shower as well. Soon enough the skirt would be removed, only for Keiko to quickly discard her shirt. Before he could do much more, Keiko had placed her lips on his for a quick second. Then she darted off to the bathroom in her underwear. Seiryū, slightly dumbstruck, was left with the only option of following after Keiko to join her in the shower.




The shower was certainly longer than one’s Seiryū normally took, especially considering that they hadn’t been in the shower to solely shower. With a towel wrapped around his waist and a second rest over his shoulders, Seiryū stared straight at the mirror, gauging his wet hair and debating on whether to get it trimmed or not. The matter wasn’t of the utmost importance and Seiryū wasn’t too worried about it either. Shooting a glance to his shower companion, a playful grin apparent on his features, Seiryū would watch her, taking in her beauty more than he had done so before. All this… everything with Keiko… was so different than anything he had ever done or felt. It gave him the sense of enjoyment, something he wouldn’t mind having on a daily basis, even though he knew he couldn’t exactly have it. How could he, when Keiko would be leaving the village sooner or later. “Enjoy the shower?“ His tone took on a suggestive note, referring more so to their activities than the shower itself.



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7 Re: Whispered Secrets [Private | Seiryū] on Mon Jun 13, 2016 11:55 pm

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The shower was … refreshing, to say the least. Keiko chose to remain a little while longer in the shower after Seiryū stepped out, turning down the remainder of the hot water so that nothing but icy cold temperatures rained down on her. Her legs feeling a little rubbery as a result of the sudden physical exertion in the rather cramped shower, the cold was a welcomed feeling, replenishing her energy as she stood under the stream of water. For a few moments, she did nothing but let the water flow down her body, aware that Seiryū was still inside the washroom. He was right – she was in need of a shower. Though everything else that came with it was an extremely nice bonus. At the moment, it seemed as though the two of them just couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and she didn’t mind it in the slightest.

Eventually giving her long hair another quick rinse, she turned off the tap, giving her hair a quick twist to wring out as much water as she could before popping her head out of the shower, grabbing at the last remaining towel on the rack. With the shower door opened, she would quickly dry off her body with the towel, looking up at Seiryū as she dried her arms to catch him looking at her, a playful grin on his face. “Keep your wandering eyes to yourself, sir.” She would shoot at him, lifting the towel onto her head to lazily begin drying at the roots. It wouldn’t be very effective given how much hair she had to get through, but even if she didn’t bother blow drying it, going outside for an hour or two would be enough to thoroughly dry it out.

“Enjoy the shower?“ Keiko slipped on her bra and underwear that had been discarded on the toilet lid prior to entering the shower earlier, leaving the towel hanging loosely on her head. Glancing over at Seiryū once more at his question, she smirked in response, knowing that he wasn’t exactly asking about the shower itself. “Oh, it was fine. I would’ve enjoyed it more if it was longer.” She would reply casually, words mimicking his vagueness in that it wasn’t entirely clear whether she was talking about the shower itself, or their activities in between. Moving to stand behind him, she pressed herself against his back, arms looping around to link her fingers together against his stomach. It lasted only three seconds, but enough for her to appreciate the warmth of his body after a shower.

Keiko then peeked around him to look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was quite the mess, but that was easily repairable once dry. Her skin was pale as always … Pink eyes narrowed as they zeroed in on an odd detail. There was an odd red mark against her neck, as though it was a rash or some sort. Fingers lifting away from his body to touch at the offending mark, her narrowed eyes widened, looking up to meet Seiryū’s gaze in the mirror, realization dawning.

“You’re … going to pay for this.” Keiko would whisper softly, her fingers dropping once more against his abdomen, drawing a series of little circles under the edge of the towel he had wrapped around his waist, and without warning, she would slip away and out the door, moving to retrieve her shirt and skirt that had been discarded on his bed. Deciding she didn’t want to get her shirt wet, she would slip on the skirt but leave her top exposed with the exception of her bra, moving back towards the common area where an old couch and small tv could be seen. Bending over, she would flip her hair all in front of her to ruffle it with her towel, trying to get as much moisture out of it as possible. Eventually, it would leave her with hair that wasn’t dripping, but damp and sticking to her skin, front and back. Giving up and placing the wet towel on the edge of the couch, she would lay herself on her frontside onto the couch, spreading out to take over the entirety of the furniture. Propping her shoulders up with her elbows against the couch, her legs bent to kick back and forth against her butt playfully, eyeing whatever Seiryū was doing.



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8 Re: Whispered Secrets [Private | Seiryū] on Tue Jun 14, 2016 3:22 am

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“Keep your wandering eyes to yourself, sir.” Her statement had little to no effect on where Seiryū kept his eyes, preferring to keep them on Keiko for as long as he could. Seiryū didn’t move an inch towards Keiko, keeping the distance between them static as he watched the woman with magenta hair dry herself off from the shower she had just taken with him. Her comment only seemed to make Seiryū’s own grin grow, though he offered no verbal retaliation in regards to her words. Instead, he chose to let his eyes do the talking, knowing that Keiko would easily be able to discern the look that had passed through them when he looked upon her.

Giving Keiko one last once over, having shot off his comment about enjoying the shower, Seiryū turned his attention back to the slightly fogged up mirror. While it wasn’t necessarily granting Keiko any form of privacy – not that they needed it given what had been done – to put on her clothes, as they were in a cramped environment, he didn’t wish to give her the wrong impression… that he wasn’t solely interested in her body; he had done a bad job of conveying that message. “Oh, it was fine. I would’ve enjoyed it more if it was longer.” Seiryū could easily agree with that statement and gave grunt to express his thought. The running water had been enough to keep him occupied in the shower, but with Keiko’s added presence the shower had mostly been forgotten. It wasn’t even a moment longer that he felt Keiko step up behind him, pressing her front to his back, with her arms coiling around him to rest at his stomach. Messing up his hair just a tad, such that it would fall in to its usual manner, Seiryū only shot a look over his should at Keiko for just a moment. He still couldn’t wrap his head around it, around Keiko, but he’d make the most of it while it lasted. They had spent a single night together and all things considered, he didn’t know how it would play out from here. Usually beyond the single night, nothing would happen for most individuals… yet, here he was spending even more time with Keiko – spending more time with her within a week than he gave others over the span of a couple of months.

Seiryū’s smirk only widened once more as he noticed Keiko’s eyes search the mirror. Watching her reflected image, he knew she would soon realize exactly what he had done; or she had seen them before and simply chose not to comment on it. Noticing her eyes widen and then reaching to meet his gaze, Seiryū’s only reaction could be of pure amusement. “You’re … going to pay for this.” Her quiet threat reached his ears, though Seiryū knew it wasn’t exactly a warning he wished to avoid; specifically if it came from Keiko herself. His eyes slowly trailed downward, where Keiko’s fingers began teasing him once more, yet before he knew what exactly was happening, Keiko had dashed out of the bathroom. With a light laugh escaping him from her actions just a second ago, Seiryū discarded the one towel that hung over his shoulder and made his way out of the bathroom, this time to retrieve his clothing that he had forgotten earlier.

Seiryū found himself in his bedroom, which had just been exited by Keiko herself who left solely wearing her skirt – she had forgone the shirt. Figuring he could temporarily loan her one, while they remained in his apartment, Seiryū pulled out the first item from his dresser that he found; a black long-sleeve shirt. It wasn’t optimal for Suna’s weather during daylight hours, but it certainly helped during nights where the heat basically dissipated from the village. Putting on the clothes he had picked out earlier and the black shirt in hand, Seiryū made his way back to the common room to find Keiko had essentially been watching him for a bit. With a slight shrug, he tossed the shirt at the purple-eyed woman; the intent to let the shirt land on her head was there. Given that she was a shinobi, it would be unlikely.

“As great as the sight is, put it on.” Seiryū asked – requested, really – as he stepped around to the other side of the couch, where Keiko’s legs had been; though not before going to turn on the TV. If Keiko hadn’t moved to put on the shirt, Seiryū would grab hold of her ankles with both hands, then transferring them to one to sit down. If she had moved, he’d plop himself down on the seat, watching whatever program was initially on as he flipped on the channel – which happened to be a show taking place during a medieval era. “So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?” Seiryū asked and would let go of her ankles should he have had to grab them. It was an honest question, one that would supply him with information about how he’d go about spending the remaining half of the day.



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9 Re: Whispered Secrets [Private | Seiryū] on Wed Jun 15, 2016 10:19 pm

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Her eyes watched as he moved from one room to the other, a thoughtful expression on her face. In the past few days, they had gone through many firsts together. First kiss, first drink, first night … All of it a dizzying whirlwind that left her breathless and always, always craving for more. It was almost irrational, the flurry of emotions that came with this attraction. Keiko was never a very level-headed person to begin with, more often putting emotions ahead of logical reasoning, but even she had to admit that this was off the charts. Had she ever felt so strongly about someone before?

… The answer was no. To some degree, being aware of her own fears of attachment, Keiko rarely allowed herself to open up to others and make longlasting relationships, whether it be friends, family, or significant others. There had been one time, her childhood friend Hayato … The Misora clan member had been one of the only people she fully confided in, who was aware of her past and her mistrust of others. The one who made promises, with each step they took together, she had allowed herself to open up a bit more, piece by piece. This is, until he disappeared, leaving her stranded and exposed against a cruel world that reminded her once again that good things never lasted.

So this was something strange and foreign. A piece of the world she had once turned her back on, suddenly drawing her back into temptation. But surely this wouldn’t last either. If anything, the kunoichi was older now, wiser – arguably to some extent, and this situation in particular was not favourable in the slightest. This man she found herself thinking about day and night, this man she shared drinks and a bed with … no matter how much she tried to forget it, the reminders would always find its way back. He was a Sunagakure shinobi. A warrior of a foreign country, a stranger whom she knew little about. And with the impending threat of being recalled to her own village looming over her head, she couldn’t help but think that the end was near. Once again, something she cared about would disappear. Even if it wasn’t Seiryū’s choice, or his fault, fate always seemed to play her a nasty hand, and this time she was the one who would be forced to leave.

If only she could just confirm what he felt for her. Perhaps knowing would make this easier. Even if he were to simply tell her that she was a fun pasttime for him, it would alleviate some of her worries, cast away any doubts she may have of returning to Kirigakure. She just needed to know.

The shirt dropped on her head, the long sleeves momentarily blocking her vision. A giggle escaped her, breaking through her thoughts, as Keiko dropped her head forward to let the shirt slide off her wet hair and in front of her. It looked as though he wanted her to be clothed; it didn’t take a lot of thinking to figure out why. If one or both of them remained in various stages of dress, it would inevitably lead once more to them fooling around – something that she felt like they had been doing all day. Letting out a startled yelp as he picked up her legs, Keiko barely registered his question until he released her, after which Keiko would sit up and pull the oversized shirt over her head. Her arms would slide into the the shirt, where the sleeves would dangle far past the tips of her fingers. Tugging at the bottom of the shirt, she realized that it practically reached the edge of her short miniskirt. “I’m not sure if you want me dressed for the sake of being dressed, or if you just really wanted to see me in one of your shirts.” She would comment cheekily, playfully swinging one of the excessive sleeves at his face.

Glancing over at the tv, Keiko would move closer to Seiryū, inviting herself up against him, bringing her body together to curl up in small ball, head leaning against his chest. “My plans? Sit here until you kick me out.” Her murmured reply taking on a teasing tone, she offered no other details, implying that she had no plans at all for the day. Even if she did, barring the end of the world, she would have discarded them multiple times over just be sit like this, once again soaking in the warmth that his body provided.   “If you do decide to kick me out though …” Her voice trailed off, unsure of where she was going with that. It sounded clingy and desperate, and internally she cringed, silently judging herself for whatever she was about to say. She wasn’t drunk anymore, and comments that came out of her mouth now she had to take responsibility for. Waiting to see if he caught her half-comment and whether he’d make a reply, Keiko would be silent for a while, staring blankly at the tv without really processing whatever was on.

“You know … I don’t know anything about you. Like … who you really are. What you do, or like. I don’t even know how old you just turned!” She would suddenly pipe up, tilting her head to look up at him. She kept her expression relatively neutral, trying to gauge his reaction. “Unless you make it part of your deal to be super mysterious to whatever girls you mistakenly identify as a target and then hook up with.” She added, trying to keep the tone light and joking, but with personal intentions laced underneath.




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10 Re: Whispered Secrets [Private | Seiryū] on Thu Jun 16, 2016 1:50 am

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Seiryū knew that whatever he had gotten himself into, whatever this was with Keiko, there was no way he’d be able to forget it when the moment came for Keiko to leave. It felt repetitive to him to consistently bring up the pattern of thought regarding her inevitable departure, but it was a constant since he’d awoken with Keiko pressed against him. Not only was Keiko a foreigner, but she was a shinobi as well and it was likely she was as loyal to her village as he was to Suna. The notion of Keiko leaving and the likelihood of never being able to see her again – for the chances of her to return to Suna and come across him being slim – didn’t sit too well in his gut and mind. It was one of the few reasons he let himself delve in to desires, wants, and needs around the kunoichi from Kirigakure no Sato.

There had never been anyone in Seiryū’s life that stuck around permanently, all the people he knew eventually moved on – or he moved on before they could. His mother had never been there; he didn’t even know if she was alive or not, or what she looked like. Seiryū could care less about his father; the man had shown he wanted nothing to do with his son. Everyone else had been around for a short period of time, before moving on to doing more with their lives; he never let himself get extremely close to any of them. The intimacy he shared with Keiko was vastly different than anything he ever experienced, a new realm that Seiryū never thought he’d be able to feel. Now that he got a taste of it he didn’t want it to go; the realization that it would have to disappear with Keiko’s absence. It was a realization much different than any other one he ever had; he had never been drawn to someone else like he was to the magenta-haired female. With that notion hanging over his – theirs, really – it was best to put it out of mind, at least until the moment it would become a pressing issue; he did not know when.

With Keiko’s laughter resonating in his apartment, his shirt landing on her head before it dropped on to the couch, Seiryū felt like he could live with this; if it ever was a possibility. So far they had gotten along effortlessly – aside from their first encounter – and even he knew that it was far too… perfect, so far. He only caught sight of Keiko putting on his shirt from the corner of his eye, having been mindlessly viewing the television. “I’m not sure if you want me dressed for the sake of being dressed, or if you just really wanted to see me in one of your shirts.” Keiko was right on both fronts, more so for the latter than the former. Seiryū knew if Keiko continued to remain in a state of undress, they would eventually go back to fooling around, once more. It wasn’t due to the fact that they had done so three times so far, all within twenty-four hours, but rather him wanting to let Keiko know – nonverbally – that he wasn’t keeping her company solely for those pleasurable actions.

In regards to seeing her in his shirt, he couldn’t refute that. “Why can’t I have both?” Seiryū asked the rhetorical question, not bothering to move out of the way of his – hers at the moment – shirt’s sleeve. Letting the soft material hit him, Seiryū would display a mock hurt expression from the hit alone.

Feeling the familiar weight of Keiko slide in next to him, her head coming to rest against his chest, Seiryū snaked his arm around Keiko, letting it rest against her waist after having squeezed her a bit more towards him. “My plans? Sit here until you kick me out.” Knowing already how that would turn out, if Keiko had her way, it would be unlikely she would leave. In a perfect world, where there wasn’t anything else for them to worry about, he would keep Keiko with him, if he could. Producing a slight hum in regards to her comment, letting his head tilt slightly downward, Seiryū would stop only for Keiko to continue on. “If you do decide to kick me out though …” He’d only kick Keiko out in a few scenarios; should she offend him, should Keiko actual display the desire to leave, or an outside element made them leave – be it hunger or someone else. In total, Seiryū himself didn’t want her to leave, even though at a certain point they would need to part ways. Not knowing how exactly to respond, he chose to remain silent while letting his hand that was wound around Keiko rest on the fabric of his shirt.

After some time had passed, Seiryū would hear Keiko’s voice break the silence they had between them. “You know … I don’t know anything about you. Like … who you really are. What you do, or like. I don’t even know how old you just turned!” He supposed that was true… Seiryū couldn’t recall mentioning how old he was turning last night. Beyond that, he could say the same for Keiko too. He only knew that she was a foreigner, a kunoichi, and a medic. That was the extent of his knowledge to the woman who occupied his thoughts. His eyes would glance over at Keiko, watching her expression. He noted how hard she treid to keep it neutral, though it was certainly laced with something else as well. Being able to pinpoint what exactly she was hiding was near impossible for him. “Unless you make it part of your deal to be super mysterious to whatever girls you mistakenly identify as a target and then hook up with.” He knew it was meant to be a joke, but he seemingly took it seriously. He knew there was still something left unsaid between them, though what it was remained an unknown. He wanted to know more about her to, like she wanted to know more about him.

“Well… that would be true… if there were any others that caught my attention off the bat.” Seiryū didn’t make a habit of sleeping around, he couldn’t actually recall the last time he had been intimate with someone else. Even if he could, he doubted they’d be able to compare to Seiryū’s attraction to Keiko – he couldn’t picture anyone else. “Besides if I wanted to be ‘super mysterious,’ you wouldn’t be in my apartment right now.” It was said on a lighter note, though was a complete truth.  Seiryū doubted he would’ve stuck around in to the next morning had it been anyone else other than Keiko.

He’d wait another few seconds before actually speaking up, figuring he’d answer any questions she had for him. “I’m a shinobi of Suna… a jonin last I checked.” Seiryū added, hoping to keep the mood light, but knowing they’d need to progress someplace instead of keeping quiet about everything. “I enjoy taking naps, used to play the viola, and I suppose I can add you to the list of things I like. Oh, and can’t cook if my life depended on it.” Another pause, remembering her last question regarded his age. “Oh, and recently turned twenty-one.” Taking a moment to let Keiko absorb the five things he mentioned, he’d let his fingers drum against the fabric of the shirt Keiko wore. “Anymore questions? Just be prepared to answer the questions you ask me. Can’t let you know more about me when I know next to nothing about you.” Seiryū knew that they could eventually delve in to territory that Seiryū often wished to avoid, but he supposed he could make another exception… one of many that he’d slowly been making over time.



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11 Re: Whispered Secrets [Private | Seiryū] on Fri Jun 17, 2016 2:15 am

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To her relief, he made no response to her comment about the possibility of him kicking her out – in fact, he made no response at all, which she took as a positive. She had no desire to leave, and was hoping he would feel the same way, otherwise it would be quite awkward. Briefly, she wondered how he felt with her around. Was he putting on an act? Was the person she knew right now, beside her, a completely different person when he was alone? It didn’t feel like it – every moment appeared to be genuine, and the fact that he allowed her to come to his place only rationalized that image in her eyes. What about herself? What sort of image did she portray to Seiryū? There was no amount of falsity in the way she acted around him, even if she wanted to, there hadn’t been a chance for her to stop and think about what she wanted him to see. Everything just happened so naturally, so quickly, that everything she said and did lacked a thought process behind it.

As her eyes searched his face, his own looked down to meet hers, an expression she couldn’t quite decipher. “Well… that would be true… if there were any others that caught my attention off the bat.” What did that meaaan. So there weren’t any other girls that had caught his attention? A dubious expression crossed her face, Keiko wasn’t sure sure if she believed that. In her time here in Sunagakure, much like Kirigakure, there wasn’t a shortage of attractive girls – kunoichi included. Maybe he was talking about a smaller, more recent timeframe. But she made no further comments, choosing instead to dwell on it silently in her head. The TV was now showing some horse chase, people clad in foreign, medieval outfits. She had no idea what was going on, but her eyes had moved back to the tv, waiting to see if he would say anything else.

With their close proximity to one another, a delicious smell reached her nose, the fresh smell of whatever shampoo he had used clinging onto his skin. While she had also borrowed the same cleaning product, the smell wasn’t as strong, given the extra time she had spent under the water. The smell on her was faint, but his was enticing. Her head turned slightly as though snuggling closer to his chest, but strategically in a way that allowed her to breathe in, memorizing the scent she was getting so familiar to. “I’m a shinobi of Suna… a jonin last I checked.” To her surprise, he began offering up details about himself, starting with a comment about his rank. Which was surprising, considering how she was a kunoichi from another village, and most people got pretty touchy with that kind of information. A jounin … so he was even higher ranked than she had initially guessed, but that didn’t come as too much of a surprise. In all likelihood, his combat skills were higher than hers – he had likely gone easy on her in their previous physical altercations – despite the two being of a similar rank.

“I enjoy taking naps, used to play the viola, and I suppose I can add you to the list of things I like. Oh, and can’t cook if my life depended on it.” A bit more trivial information was provided, and briefly, she tried imagining him playing the viola. Her parents – being civilians – had once hired a private instructor to teach her both piano and violin, but Keiko would never admit to that, despite being a decent player of both instruments now. She couldn’t quite create a picture of Seiryū playing the viola though … and she very much wanted to see it happen before her eyes. Still thinking, her eyes would suddenly widen as she processed the last of his list of likes – I suppose I can add you to the list of things I like. It was said so casually, off-handedly, that Keiko barely took note of it initially. Again, what did he mean by that? Was it as simple as it sounded? He liked her? … But then again, he had to like her to some degree to have her around right? There were too many interpretations to this, and if she took it like one of their many suggestive exchanges, it could very well be referring to her body, and nothing else. “Oh, and recently turned twenty-one.” She didn’t linger too long on his age reveal, though it was nice knowing that they were barely a year apart, not that she was too surprised, having guessed his age as being close to hers when they first met.

“Anymore questions? Just be prepared to answer the questions you ask me. Can’t let you know more about me when I know next to nothing about you.” She shifted her body slightly so that she could face him more comfortably without craning her neck, tongue already in the middle of sticking out in response. “Should I be flattered that you’re adding me to your list of likes? Maybe as gratitude, I’ll do that same.” The tone was still light, teasing. “I am also a jounin, a medic of Kirigakure. I like sweets, and I skate for fun on occasion. You … happen to also be something I like, but –“ Here, she hesitated just for a second, trying to decide if she wanted to follow through with her comment. Self-restraint fell through. “But … I might like you a tad more.” Trying to hide the embarrassment of the words she just uttered, she instead tried to keep a light, almost sheepish grin on her face, wondering exactly how he would react. Was this crossing a line? She wasn’t super specific with her words, but it would likely be enough to draw out a reaction.

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12 Re: Whispered Secrets [Private | Seiryū] on Fri Jun 17, 2016 5:30 am

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On a normal occasion, with just about anyone, Seiryū would have never put himself in his current position. Delving in to his personal life, giving away the small tidbits of information that made him a human being, was never something he had done before. Keiko happened to be the first person he was willingly giving up this information. He wasn’t trying to make her feel better about herself; he wasn’t trying to manipulate the environment to work in his favour. All Seiryū sought out from telling Keiko about himself was to let her in to his personal world, solely for the fact that it was Keiko herself. He didn’t know what it was about her that drew him in; initially it had been a pure physical attraction. That had been limited to their first interaction, at least as a single factor that kept Seiryū wishing to spend more time with Keiko.

Slowly (even if they hadn’t interacted for more than a week’s time), Seiryū got to see glimpses of her as a person, still not fully, but more than enough that the desire remained. Maybe it started the day of their training session or the previous night where he invited her out to dine with him – on his birthday. Overall, he was still unsure of what to do in this situation, for Keiko had vocally admitted, at least from his interpretation, that she wished to remain around him, just as much he desired the same from her. Where exactly was he supposed to go from here, aside from trying to extract more bits and pieces of information from Keiko?

He had seen the expressions that flitted across Keiko’s features, some more apparent than others as he spoke up regarding her questions. The first was clearly a look of doubt she shot at him, making Seiryū internally question what exactly gave rise to the doubt. People in his life were limited and if there happened to be more, he was more than adequate at quickly removing them from the overall picture. Keiko would have been in the same position, had she been anyone else – he doubted he would’ve invited her out to training after their second day together, much less inviting her out to dinner on his birthday. Their interactions would have ended the night they spent together at The Dragon’s Tongue, had it not been for how much she intrigued him; whether it was physical attraction, her personality, or their interactions with one another.

Listing off the items he enjoyed to varying degrees and one of his largest flaws as a person; seeing as how nutrition was essential, he noted the changing expression that was Keiko’s eyes. The widening of her eyes and he knew what exactly caused that by a simple process of elimination. The other three facts he listed off were insignificant and definitely didn’t directly affect Keiko, as such the conclusion was objectively straightforward to attain. His own expression remained relatively neutral, though a calm and relaxed one over being forced. Seiryū had a bit of trouble deciphering what thoughts were running through Keiko’s head, and he couldn’t really address them without knowing what they were. Purple orbs slowly going from Keiko to the television and back again to her, Seiryū felt he hadn’t said anything that would raise questions and thus his internal confusion set in and would last until he actually knew what caused Keiko to react that way.

With Keiko shifting beside him, this time positioning herself to look at him and sticking out her tongue, he only smirked in reply. “Should I be flattered that you’re adding me to your list of likes? Maybe as gratitude, I’ll do that same.” A light huff escaped Seiryū as she teased him once more, a common theme in more than half their interactions. “I am also a jounin, a medic of Kirigakure.” He figured she was from Kiri earlier, though he now knew her standing in the village, setting the fact she would return to her home deeper in stone. “I like sweets, and I skate for fun on occasion. You … happen to also be something I like, but – But … I might like you a tad more.” A smile presented itself on his features, as the arm that was around Keiko snaked around the rest of her body and hugged her to his body.

Raising a challenging brow in her direction, Seiryū debated how far he would want to take this conversation. The thought only lasted a moment as his tongue won out over his brain. “I’ll let you believe that… though I’m sure that is easily debatable.” Seiryū allowed for a significant pause to take place, in case Keiko wished to interject before he decided they could go back to learning a bit more about the other.

“Alright… since it seems you don’t have anything you want to know… how about I start it off. We’ll start simple. Favourite colour, food, and animal?” Getting to know someone was a new experience for Seiryū and he wasn’t sure how far to delve initially, thus beginning with questions that weren’t too in-depth.



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13 Re: Whispered Secrets [Private | Seiryū] on Sun Jun 19, 2016 11:10 pm

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Heart already thumping uncontrollably, it was a surprise that it wasn’t audible when, in response to her words, his arm tightened around her body and hugged her against him. Was this a show of positive acknowledgement of her words? As she kept her gaze on his face, she had to double take the smile that was on his face in order to confirm that she wasn’t making it up through some form of disillusionment. It was this smile that made her feel so special, as though there was nothing else in the world that mattered more than the gentle expression he presented to her. This was a problem. She was falling hard, falling way too deep into the depths of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. With him, it was like all her doubts and painful memories of the past were dissipating, forgetting all the worries she had about opening herself to a relationship.

“I’ll let you believe that… though I’m sure that is easily debatable.” Gaze brightening, her own smile widened, but the blush remained on her cheeks, giving color to the otherwise paleness of her skin. Did that mean what she thought it meant? Sometimes, their exchanges were infuriating, because she really couldn’t decipher between teasing comments and truthful  feelings being conveyed. This was supposed to be a game she started, but now it seemed the one dominating at the game was Seiryū, throwing Keiko through a whirlwind of emotions. “That’s a debate you won’t win.” She would attempt a retort, but it came out rather weakly, mind still reeling with unspoken thoughts.

“Alright… since it seems you don’t have anything you want to know… how about I start it off. We’ll start simple. Favourite colour, food, and animal?” Yes. Conversation about trivial details was something she needed right now to get her mind off things. Humming as she thought about it, her fingers reached up to play with the collar of his v-neck shirt, occasionally brushing against skin. “Favourite color would be … pink or purple. I love food in general, but if I had to pick … beef yakisoba would be one of my favourites! Or any kind of ramen! And cake.” Flushing more as she realized she was talking way too much about food, she quickly tried to recall his last question. Was it favourite animals? “Umm, and my favourite animal is probably a cat. Or felines in general, though I also have a particular fondness for penguins. Maybe it’s because of my kekkei gen –“ Stopping herself, Keiko blinked, realizing what she was about to say. It likely wasn’t a huge deal if she revealed her bloodline limit, seeing as her clan was the only one known to utilize the ice element. But the habit of keeping such things a secret was now quite prevalent even since she began interacting a bit more with members of her clan.

“What about you? Same things.” She allowed him the opportunity to answer his own questions, and unless there was a sudden topic change, the two would continue to exchange trivial details about each other, prompted by questions. Keiko would remain curled up against him, alternating between looking at him, playing with his shirt, and glancing over at the tv. But at one point, questions itching at her, she would eventually blurt out, “Hey … what does this make us? You know that I’m from Kirigakure, is that okay with you? There. She finally said it. Moving away from him to sit up against the couch, she faced him, expression serious, betraying a look of anxious anticipation.




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14 Re: Whispered Secrets [Private | Seiryū] on Mon Jun 20, 2016 7:59 am

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Absorbing these trivial details that Keiko had listed out to him were anything but trivial, for he wished to remember them, for whenever he would actually need them. When that would be, if he would ever need to recall them, wasn’t guaranteed, but Seiryū deemed it necessary to remember for as long as possible. Having Keiko play with the collar of his shirt was distracting, but the brief moments in which her fingers would brush over his skin were far more distracting. The cool touch of her fingertip made him continue to question why it happened to be a thing. Perhaps it was a simple condition that Seiryū had to constantly deal with? Or was it simpler in that Seiryū was used to the heat of Sunagakure no Sato and Keiko’s body heat was a more than welcomed change for him. Regardless, his unmasked smile remained present as Keiko blushed after having mentioned a few of the foods she liked.

Her last answer had been relatively normal, though he cutting her answer short did make him curious. Seiryū could figure what the word was when she cut herself off, but he chose to keep quiet – if Keiko didn’t wish to address it he wouldn’t bother her about providing an answer. The same applied to Seiryū himself, for his own kekkei genkai was unknown to the general populace; it’d be even more unknown to an outsider to his village. He could only assume the extent to which Keiko knew about it would be in accordance to the current Kazekage’s clan. Though none of the traits from the clan were visible to a person, it was rather easy to mask his own understandings to a degree. His own time with the clan was limited, thus the distance between himself and them was exponential. Seiryū highly doubted a normal, non-mindreading individual would be able to put a kekkei genkai to Seiryū. He was fine being known for no kekkai genkai at all. Regardless, he’d been able to put the facts together, specifically with the ice he’d never seen anyone else form out of thin air.

“What about you? Same things.” He mulled over the answers in his head, only for just a moment. The questions were simple enough that the answers came up in just a moment, though his attention would solely shift from Keiko and to the TV every couple of seconds, with the chance occasion of watching her play with the collar of his shirt. “Favourite colour would be blue. Food would have to be curry, can’t go wrong with it.” The hint of humour presented itself, as Seiryū briefly recalled the dinner the shared with Keiko at the Dragon’s Tongue. “As for animal… hmm… perhaps a lion.”

“Hey … what does this make us? You know that I’m from Kirigakure, is that okay with you?” The exchanging of trivial details was nice, though he felt there still remained something unsaid between them, which Keiko had decided to bring up. Seiryū wasn’t sure how to address it, as he had never had to deal with an issue as… personal as this one. What exactly would they do? He enjoyed being around Keiko, wanted to be around her more often, though the knowledge of her home village was constantly overhead. With his expression turning serious, he debated how to address the matter. Could they continue trying, even with both of them being aware that her home village would call for her to return? What would they do then? Seiryū couldn’t exactly picture how things would turn out once the distance between them grew exponentially… but he was willing to see, or enjoy, what they were for the time being.

“I know… I guess we can try making the most of it? Until you need to return.” It was the only solution that Seiryū could come up with; he couldn’t exactly move to Kirigakure no Sato and he didn’t expect Keiko to move here on a whim. They only spent a week together – not even – so far. “I don’t exactly know what will happen when you need to return… but we can worry about that when the time comes?” It was phrased as a question as Seiryū wished to know what Keiko thought about it. He wanted to know if she wished to continue while she remained in Suna. He wouldn’t blame her if she put a stop to it here and now.



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15 Re: Whispered Secrets [Private | Seiryū] on Thu Jun 23, 2016 8:13 am

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Keiko’s mouth twitched slightly at the mention of curry, knowing that he was likely thinking about the same memory she was – the second time they had met, in The Dragon’s Tongue curry house. Curry in particular reminded her of that one slightly embarrassing moment, where she had choked on the intense flavours of the curry she had ordered, resulting in her stealing Seiryū’s water and downing it rather rudely. The memory still brought a wave of mortification, but it was a relief to know that they could joke around about it in humour, rather than dance around it awkwardly. Storing the other information he shared into her mind, hopefully for future use, Keiko hummed in response to some of the shared details, still playing with his shirt.

“I know… I guess we can try making the most of it? Until you need to return.” Now that she had moved away, her concentration was focused solely on Seiryū, no longer distracted by his shirt, or the tv. His words were a relief, but also a harsh reminder of an impending reality – she would have to return to Kirigakure someday, and soon. “I don’t exactly know what will happen when you need to return… but we can worry about that when the time comes?” So was he accepting her as she was? Did this mean … Keiko’s face was a confusing mixture of emotions, an open book displaying joy, relief, anxiety, sadness … all at different intervals, but occuring within a small span of time. But it all came down to one conclusion – if he was willing to let them try together, she would take it, regardless of when she would eventually have to leave.

“Let’s do that, let’s give it a try. If you’re okay with it … I want our time together to be memorable before I … have to leave.” There was emphasis placed on her reluctance to leave, truthfully portraying what she thought about having to return home to Kirigakure. Home. Was that place even her home? Briefly, her mind flashed to her adopted parents – yes, those were people she cared about ... but just because they lived in Kirigakure, did that make it her home? But those were thoughts for another day. For now, she knew she would have to return to Kirigakure. But the length of time, and whether she would return to Suna was something she would have to strongly consider.

“If I didn’t have to leave, I wouldn’t.” She would add in that final comment as a soft murmur, eyes searching his face for a reaction.


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16 Re: Whispered Secrets [Private | Seiryū] on Thu Jun 23, 2016 11:58 am

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The various emotions and states that flicked across Keiko’s expressions morphed far too quickly for Seiryū to put an exclusive name to. The few ones he had been able to recognize were the ones that he’d seen before and wanted to see more often form her; happiness and joy. Sadness had flitted over her expressions briefly and Seiryū wished that it could be avoided, rather wishing for a smile to be present at all times. While still not a master of being able to read facial expressions, especially those that changed so rapidly, Seiryū could only hope for the best interpretation for the reasoning behind her varying states. Whatever it was, whatever Keiko’s decision would be regarding him – and them – he’d respect it and live with it; even if it meant cutting their time short. Taking things in stride, rolling with the punches, was what Seiryū had done thus far in his life, so what was one more instance to him, even if this occurrence had him far more emotionally involved than any other. He still wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten this attached this quickly, how rapidly he had fallen in to this pit that he had no desire to escape from.

“Let’s do that, let’s give it a try. If you’re okay with it … I want our time together to be memorable before I … have to leave.” Relief had shown in Seiryū’s eyes for a moment, pleased with knowing that Keiko held feelings similar to his own concerning the matter of their home villages. Not knowing how long they had, nor knowing what would become of them by the time Keiko’s departure arrived was surrounded by numerous uneasy feelings. It felt odd, recounting that all this happened within the span of a bit over a week, but this was the only time that Seiryū allowed himself to indulge, to attain something he would usually deny himself of.

The end result of this all was a mystery, one that he hoped to avoid if it was possible. Once all this came to a crashing halt, Seiryū could go back to his normal life… maybe. In his mind, making the transition back to what he had been a few weeks ago would be easy enough – something that could be achieved by taking numerous missions that occupied him rather than idle thoughts. Seiryū, however, wished for a near impossible possibility to occur; to have this moment and so many more with Keiko for an infinite period of time. That simply wouldn’t occur – couldn’t – with how Keiko would eventually need to return to her home. It was setting himself up for failure, in a sense, but this was one he could handle.


“If I didn’t have to leave, I wouldn’t.” If that were a possibility, even with the slightest probability, he would take it. Yet, perhaps it was only said to entirely suit the situation? Seiryū decided not to go down that pattern of thought and instead choosing to address what Keiko had said herself. He knew that it wasn’t likely to happen, that one day she would be called back to return to her village. That seemed to be a fate both Seiryū and Keiko had accepted and decided would be addressed when the time came. It could be likely that Seiryū and Keiko would never see one after that, but that likelihood could only be seen over time.



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