“Oooh…. Yessssssss.”, came the groan of pleasure from behind the section of bushes that the young Kaguya female had hidden herself behind. She liked her privacy and had chosen a less traveled path in a section of the park not normally bothered with to hide away as she took care of herself and her needs and urges.

It wasn’t the first groan that had sounded as such from behind the clump of bushes she was hidden behind, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. The sound was almost orgasmic in context, and the heavy breathing to boot caused several teenagers who had been passing by to take pause and look over in the direction of the bushes. It was a small three person group of teenage boys who looked like they were between the ages of fourteen and sixteen years old.

“Fuuuuuuck.”

The teenager boys snickered and elbowed each other in the ribs, lifting their fingers up to their mouths as they shushed each other and moved ever closer to the large clump of bushes. “Shh! Shut up, she’ll hear you.”

“Dude, this is awesome!”

“Shhhhh!”

The teenagers moved closer to the bush and the eldest boy reached up, his hands lifted to part the bush that stood between themselves and the female on the other side. Their hearts were all beating rapidly and they each had an identical grin of anticipation plastered on their faces. The eldest bit his bottom lip as he slowly began to part the bush in front of him. When the male’s brown eyes however saw what was on the other side his face changed from a look of lust and perversion into horror. With a yelp he took a step backwards and tripped, sprawling on the ground. “What the fuck! Let’s get out of here!”, he called out as he scrambled to his feet and took off running.

His buddies looked at each other, to the back of their fleeing friend, and then back to the bush. “What’s his problem?”

“Maybe he’s scared of… you know.”

“Let’s take a peak.”, came the hushed and quiet conversation as yet another series of feminine moans came out from behind the bush. The two younger of the group crept forward and reached towards the bush just as their buddy had. Each took hold of a separate side and pulled them apart before sticking their heads through the opening to see what exactly there was to see.

What they had been hoping was a naked woman in the throes of pleasure was in fact a female with exceptionally long black hair that was up in a messy ponytail, pale flesh, and crimson colored eyes who was fully dressed in a black top that covered her chest and left her mid-drift bare, black pants that ended right below her knees and hung low on her hips, and black sandals whose stomach, and arms were covered in fresh blood. At the moment that female, Amaranth, was slicing a long and sharpened pointer finger of her right hand across her lower belly with enough force to cause more blood to well up, and as she did so she let out a very satisfied groan.

The boys stared for but a few seconds before they both let out screams louder than those of their friend. Amaranth’s head jerked up, momentarily distracted from self-harming herself, in time to see the boys fall backwards and disappear behind the other side of the bush. Blinking she leaned to the side so she could peer around the bush with her crimson colored eyes: watching as the boys scrambled to their feet and took off running after their friend…

Word Count: 612
Endurance E – E1: 612 / 75
Remaining: 537
Endurance E1 – E2: 537 / 150
Remaining: 387
Endurance E2 – E3: 387 / 225
Remaining: 162
Endurance E3 – D: 162 / 300

A simple stretch, the gemale standing on the toes of her her right foot, left leg curling backwards and arched over her head. the perfect pose, held for over an hour without a movement. It was a test of sorts for herself; a benchmark for her to measure her ablities. She was a taijutsu specialist with an ephasis on speed and dexterity; being flexible was a core part of her abilities. With flexibility came the element of suprise; one would not expect a blow to come from a certain direction when they did not know they were dealing with a flexible person, and a Kaguya to boot.

The body held perfect pose, and the mind was strummed in perfect harmony. All senses dulled as the mind drew into itself, devling deep into the subconsciousness.

As a warm breeze picked up, Mayu dived into her own mind and sought out her inner sanctuary; which oddly enough took the form of a rose garden this time. It was a weird thing. Every time Mayu meditated, her inner sanctuary changed into something different, each a reflection of her current emotions. The last time meditated, it was in the mouth of a volcano that was threatening to erupt. At the time, she'd been angry over losing out a bidding war at the local auction. She'd calmed down quick enough, the image of the volcano being replaced with that of a quiet lake of water.

As her mind wandered through the garden, she relaxed allowing herself to take deep, calming breaths...

As the living shell stood within the park, the mind wandered through the garden, taking care to admire the roses as she went. So perfect, so beautiful. As the spirit moved, a breeze picked up, causing the delicious scent of the roses to waft up into her nose. Outside, the body sighed, but the mind rejoiced in the scent. She knew it very well, the scent of cologne that her father wore.

"You're late, old man."

The response to her words was simply laughter. The winds increased, kicking up fallen petals and causing them to dance in the air. It took only a second. A bit of misdirection on his part. While her attention was drawn to the dancing petals, a hand was placed on her shoulder. She didn't jump nor move, really. The fact that he was taking time to be dramatic was annoying her; she was too old for his kind of stuff. It worked when she as younger, but she was eleven now. This stuff didnt impress her anymore, but that didnt stop him from doing it.

"I'm never late. You're just early, Mayu." His violet eyes flicked to meet hers, offering her a wink. "Besides, given my condition, how can I be late? I have nothing but eternity to wait for you." As Mayu stepped away from the hand, she turned and glared at the figure before her he, the spitting image of her father, Takama. "We're gonna make this quick, princess. You have a pressing issue to attend to soon."

The male opened a hand, and a strange engery filled it; a bizzare thing that glowed brightly, throbbing like a heartbeat.

"And this is?"

The spectre of Takama merely smiled as the orb vanished; the hand that held it lifted to catch a falling rose petal. "The flowers are lovely, no? Such fragrance, all from a single piece of the whole." The hand opened wider as the spetre went to work. Mayu watched closely as several other petals floated through the air and landed into her father's open palm. The flora bits arranged themseles, coming together and forming out a single blooming rose. "Imagnine the fragrance of a whole rose? Surely it would be more powerful than a single petal?"

"Get to the point, old man." Her foot was tapping on the soft earth beneath them, a clear sign of her impatience to which Takama merely laughed.

"You'll see soon enough. For now, its time for you to wake up." The arm holding the rose was drawn back and surged forward, throwing the rose bulb into her face. As the flora impacted her, she started, her mind being yanked back into her body.

On the physical plane, the two merged; her chest heaved as she took a sharp intake of air, her eyes blinking for the first time in long minutes.

The mind adjusted, the physical body snapped to attention, leg lowering down to the ground. She was calm for a moment until she realized someone was screaming.

Well, this was a bit odd. There were boys screaming, and running off like they'd seen a ghost. While the female didnt remember doing anything violent yet on this day, curiousity nevertheless take hold of her. Careful steps were taking, tracing the screaming. Two males ran past her, screaming louder than the first. Weird.

She'd been about to stop one to ask what was wrong when something caught her nose. A scent she knew very well. Taking a deep whiff, he stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten yet today... Sniffing at the air, the femlae followed the scent, attempting to track the source.

Endurance:

Reaction training:

The three males were practically tripping over themselves in their attempt to escape: all acting as if they were truly expecting the female to get up and give chase; to perhaps capture them and bloody them up the same as she had done herself. In normal circumstances, given how nosey they had just proved to be and how well they had disturbed the peacefulness that was her hiding spot, she likely would have. She would have taken great pleasure and joy in carving them up instead of herself.

And yet, she didn’t move outside of situating herself back into her comfortable spot with her back resting up against a large enough rock that was buried halfway in the ground which gave it stability enough to hold her up without toppling over. The worst that would happen would likely be them being stopped by some higher ranking village official who would demand to know what in the world could have terrified three males into screaming like little bitches – which would directly result in her likely being bothered by someone else. But, given that she wasn’t causing harm to anyone but herself, she didn’t see it being much of a problem.

Of course… people were likely not going to want to come to the park anymore if they spotted her, covered in blood, and getting great pleasure and joy from cutting herself. Still, it was her or them, and she knew which they would prefer in the long run.

And with that thought in mind she turned her attention to her sharpened fingernail which was still covered in her own blood from the previous slices she had carved into herself. She slipped it into her mouth and suckled on it for a moment while feeling the sharp tip cut lightly into her tongue. The coppery taste of her own blood was almost as enticing as cutting herself was and she thoroughly cleaned her finger within several short seconds of blood before popping it out of her mouth with a soft sound of lips smacking.

While sitting there she traced her finger along what was left of the lines she had previously cut into herself, all while debating where her next target location would be. It was like a game as she did so, trailing her fingers along her stomach while waiting for that mental pop that would signal where her pain addicted brain wanted to strike next. It took several seconds before she felt it; a pulling sensation towards her arm. She didn’t hesitate as she dug the sharpened nail into her left arm and trailed it down towards her wrist – she was smart enough to avoid the main arteries that ran through her arm since killing herself wasn’t the aim of this, and inflicting pain was. When her hand fell away she held up her arm watching as blood pooled slowly in the slice she had created and began to run slowly down her arm.

A giddy sounding giggle escaped her and she threw her head back with a satisfied sigh as she closed her eyes slowly: she was truly enjoying the feeling of pain and the fresh stab of it coming from her arm in a throbbing sensation.

Word Count: 538 + 162 = 700
Endurance E3 – D: 700 / 300
Remaining: 400
Speed E – E1: 400 / 75
Remaining: 325
Speed E1 – E2: 325 / 150
Remaining: 175
Speed E2 – E3: 175 / 225

The scent was stronger now- the smell of resh blood in the air, something she knew well; her exposed skin told the tale better than she ever could. The marks that criss-crossed her bare stomach, back, and arms; the bite marks on hands and wrists, the cuts that seemed all too fresh for her. Given her state of dress, a sleeveless shirt composed of bandages that crossed her breasts and her lower face for decency, over bare feet and loose fitting blue pants held up with a grey sash, you'd think she would be more willing to cover her body...

Not likely. She cared nothing for what people thought of her. It was exactly why she chose the park to do her stretching and training.

Sniff sniff

The blood was fresh, and very close by. The female literally followed her nose until her ears picked up the sounds of soft giggling, moaning and cooing.

What the hell? The sounds of sex, out here in the park? Or at least, that would have been the conclusion that she'd have come to if she knew anything of sex; no, her mind took it as something weird-- the very same sounds she herself made while inflicting her own self mutilation. Oddly enough, the sounds and the sent of blood seemed to be coming from the same place -- a rather large bush.

What have we here? The bush was parted to reveal... a bloody mess. Female, a mass of cuts and oozing fresh blood? Interesting. A bit of a goofy grin spread across her face, hidden by the bandages. It was a rare sight to see someone like this, lost in the throes of 'pleasuring' themselves. It was just... strange. Was this what she looked like when she did it to herself? This loook of pure intoxication, uninhibited bliss? As Mayu watched the girl deliver nother cut to herself, he own needs began to surface within. And in response, a finger was lifted, pulling down the bandages that covered her lips. That same finger was slipped between her lips, sharpened teeth easily rending flesh to deliver a much need jolt of pleasure, and the sweet taste of crimson vitae. Her own eyes were locked on the female, her stare growing softer as she realized something; she was sharing this moment the stranger, even if she did not realize it.

A naughty secret, one that would have been kept if not for the soft moan that escaped her own lips.

Reaction Training:

The sweet blissful throbbing of the fresh cut on her arm was fading all too quickly just as the throbbing from the others had done before it. As the throes of pleasure began to ebb away a very strange sound reached her ears: a soft moan that wasn’t all too different from the ones she had been letting out just seconds earlier. Now, screaming she could understand from someone stumbling across the scene that was her covered in blood, but moaning? No one moaned at the sight of her… not unless they were like her.

Eyelids flew wide open and she tilted her head back slightly more; crimson hues locked on to the female who was staring at her with a finger in her mouth. Amaranth wasn’t so much startled as she was curious and she found herself staring for several seconds before slowly sitting up; turning her body as she did so so that she could keep an eye on the female the entire time.

Her head tilted off to the left in her curiosity. She was amused to say the least and a playful smile spread across her face. “That’s… not exactly the sort of reaction I get normally…. “, she said in a soft voice while she just kept on staring: yup, because that was what Amaranth did, she liked to make people squirm, feel uncomfortable – even if she wasn’t exactly meaning to at that particular point in time. Right now she was simply curious as to why the female had moaned at the sight of her, or perhaps it was something else entirely?

While she waited for the female to say something she found her mind slipping back; flashing back in a way to everything she had done earlier. She had first come to the park over two and a half hours ago: bent on finding someone or something to hurt. What had started out as a bad day had progressed into a worsening mood when no one she had found suited her fancy. She couldn’t just go around, after all, attacking anyone. No, she had to keep her choices to the less desirable people of the world: such as murderers, thieves, rapists, and the other undesirables. All she had found was a park full of mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters and little kids.

From there she had gone on to trying to find another method of relieving her quickly building stress until finally the idea had hit her: self harming was by no means something she was new to. She had taken to doing it before; though normally not in any sort of open place. She had kept those moments private until today. But, she had grown desperate, extremely so, and so she had found a place to hide, the bush, and gone to work on herself…

The first cut had been made on her stomach, right across her belly button. It had been a slow and deliberate one and she had drawn it out over a twenty second period of time. The next one had been deep, quick, and done right up the side of her stomach. Three more followed that along her right arm; slow and steady each and every one of them.

As Amaranth snapped out of her thoughts she found herself still waiting for the female’s answer; still curious as to what it would be. Why wasn’t this female fleeing in fear? Why wasn’t she freaking out and running screaming and terrified away like the three teenagers had done?

Word Count: 590 + 175 = 765
Speed E2 – E3: 765 / 225
Remaining: 540
Speed E3 – D: 540 / 300
Remaining: 240
Reaction Time E – E1: 240 / 75
Remaining: 165
Reaction Time E1 – E2: 165 / 150
Remaining: 15