Her miss matched hues would haze before focusing on the small slip of paper elder brother held out to her causing her brow to crease, visibly so from her position upside down. Her head would tilt only forcing the mess of long uncut pastel lilac strands to fan out, dropping against one another drawing her body over as she reached up with her right hand, curling her fingers around the pole unhooking a leg in the process as she tugged up to give a better balance. Her right hand would reach out to take the piece of paper reading it again quizzically yet this time the right way around. Her gaze would flicker from the note to the elder brother as he began to speak "you'll be sparing another genin... and no I do not know who. Who shouldn't matter and you'd better hope your hair doesn’t get in the way." Gripping the bar tighter she would unhook her other leg as the elder brother turned away, lowering her form to the ground allowing the tips of her toes to touch down before releasing her grip. Her body would slump down into a natural crouch grazing her left hands fingers against the ground to keep her balance, raising the would follow after the elder brother parting her lips to speak, her accept clipping a tad heavier than usual in the dull tone of her voice "Why?" Though she would have a few questions one seemed the most adequate. The elder brother would come to a halt quite suddenly causing her to stumble trying to avoid walking into him, "You aren’t getting anywhere training on your own and I am in no position at the percent time to train and spar with you. I haven't the time." Pausing for a moment as he looked up to the sky only to tilt his head a touch more flickering his gaze to her as he continued "You will partake." Watching elder brother take his time stepping off into the house she would give a light unacknowledged nod. Pausing at the door he would speak again "Get ready." He would step into the house without another word leaving her in the garden still pinching the slip of paper in her fingers.  

Her miss matched hues would drop back to the little note as she bit down on the soft pastel pink flesh of her bottom lip only to peel it free, pausing to inhale deeply. She would center herself before closing her eyes, as she allowed her hands to run along the pouches at her belt line and thigh feeling for the contents. Letting out a subtle sigh, though not in such a way that she were bored nor un-wanting more so an effect of calming her being. Her miss matched orbs would flutter open only to seem somewhat glazed as they scanned the area seeking out her jacket, locating it quickly. She would step over leaning onto the tips of her toes before giving a light jump in order to take a hold of the bar, pulling up slightly to remove her jacket from its usual place at the top of the post. She would opt for walking around the house instead of heading through, not wanting to disturb the others or cause a ruckus, heading off to the Coliseum.  

Entering the coliseum her right hand would raise from her trouser pocket placing her hand against the cooling rock  tapping her index and middle fingers against it like a dull drum, as the hour grew closer to dusk before placing her hand back into the pocket of her trousers again. The spar had barely crossed her mind on her walk there, only entertaining the thought as she stepped into the grounds. ' I wonder what they are like.. Will they be shorter.. Taller? Almost certainly older..' A small smile would tig the corner of her lips up a touch, nipping down on the inside of her bottom lip to stifle an odd chuckle 'it would be odd to fight someone younger...' As her thoughts wondered she would make her way in, only to come to a stop leaving an empty calm in her mind as she caught sight of another. Pausing for a moment she would continue her look about not finding signs of anyone else nearby 'it must be them.'  

Her miss matched hues would pass over the other taking in the sight of him, allowing her tongue to fold against her bottom lip coating a thin layer of saliva along it. Attempting to gather what information she could on the area and the male as she moved closer pausing around three meters away from him allowing her gaze to shift around them wondering what were going through his mind. She would withdraw her left hand from her trouser pocket still holding the tag of paper, not yet sure of what to say.


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Her miss matched hues would return to the male, observing him as he, in turn observed her. A smile would crack along her lips, tugging up the corners of her lips easily creating a quite genuine smile, at the unusual yet very usual situation they were presented with. Such only softening her facial features deeply contrasting her somewhat masculine seeming frame. She would raise her hands showing them bare all but for the little slip of paper  gripped between her index and middle finger, somewhat like a greeting only for her to place the paper between her pale pink lips trapping it there as her hands move to adjust her headband shifting it into place making sure that  the hidden stone symbol could be seen atop her pastel lilac hair tilted at an angle on the side of her head as the cloth were hidden, its knot resting just below and behind her left ear, fiddling with it slightly ensuring the knot were tight enough, taking her time to make sure her longer bangs that covered her ears, covered enough for her to form the hand sign 'Mi' if only a precaution. The angle of the cloth on the headband keeping her uncut bangs from her striking yellow orb yet keeping her intense blood coloured orb in the shadow of her bangs.  

As the male rose slowly from his seat, not yet reaching his full height as he held up the little slip of paper causing an odd sense of anticipation flood into her system, feeling a sort of excitement raise in her stomach, taking a breath attempting to calm the bubbling feeling that only continued to raise. Confirmation that this were her opponent, had in fact set off this sensation.  

As the male rose to his full height her gaze would flicker, raising a touch as she thought, pausing with her hands still hopefully looking as though she were gripping the knot of the headband as her head tilted a touch to one send allowing her pastel lilac strands to fold against her shoulder and arm in the process as some scraped against her nose 'Are we the same height?'

As quickly as the thought came, it would pass giving way as her mind switched to taking in their distance feeling more comfortable to keep the three meter distance, jutsu to be somewhat safe with not knowing the individual's preferred fighting style, yet she were quite sure she would find out. Watching the male carefully as he flashed her the slip her miss matched orbs would flicker to it before returning to him, giving a short nod keeping her gaze on him however as she listened to his choice of words and tone of voice before forming the hand sign 'Tatsu' slowly, not wanting to make any sudden movements or draw attention, drawing her hands away from their position at the knot of her headband drawing her  hands down past her face removing the slip of paper from between her lips in the process. Speaking up herself to confirm, they were in fact the correct people, "Agreed." Her accent would lightly brush against her words, only showing she were not in fact from Iwagakure no sato, but somewhere different, brushing against the oddly dull yet soothing tone of her voice.  

Taeru's head would dip into a soft bow raising only for her frame to take on a rather casual position watching him take up his soft stance. Only when his hand darted to retrieve his kuni drawing it into view did his position show more of a stance to her causing her right foot to shift back instinctively turning her foot slightly to the side keeping her other pointed towards him raising her empty hands up to her chest as though ready to fight against him this way. Watching him watch her, her upper body would hunch forwards drawing her shoulder down as her legs bent, pressing down against the ground as though she were going to launch at him. Though such were just hopefully catch him off guard and to make sure he were looking as she formed the last hand seal 'Uma.' With being in the line of sight having formed all of the hand signs in the correct order should have disrupted the males chakra flow, therefore capturing him in her jutsu.  

Providing the male were captured within her jutsu, reality for him at least, would seem to seep away casting them into a situation that could only ever be classed as blissful, such blissful sight stemming from the deepest recces' of his mind, regardless of what they might be.

Her hands would part dropping her left down to her pouch at her thigh just in case her jutsu hadn't for whatever reason worked stopping dead in her place, ready to retrieve her kuni if need be. Making sure to keep her gazed fixed on the male before her, not wanting to make a foolish move and advance without being certain.


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Her somewhat masculine seeming frame would arch backwards, adjusting her feet ever so slightly drawing her right foot behind her a touch allowing her knee to bend dipping her body down a couple of inches, as her left foot turned completely, so that instead of her toes pointing towards him the side of her foot would instead, stretching her leg out a touch in order to give a light push back into the movement, as he shifted the position of his kuni, transferring the weapon to his mouth. In her movement Taeru's left hand would graze past her pouch attached to her left thigh forcing her thumb under the latch that kept it closed, using the tip of her thumb to push against the loop of her kuni forcing the weapon upwards for her digits to curl around its grip, such wrapped in a dull red and black clothed grip, a smooth legerdemain movement.  Tugging the kuni out of her pocket she would push down against the ground, drawing her frame another half a meter away, watching him from his hand signs. Her miss matched hues would observe the male like a hawk, tracking each hand sign as her kuni rose up keeping it, for the time being, in a reversed position. Using her forearm as a shield for her face. With having no way to know what jutsu he were casting or if he had even finished, a fugacious reluctance would sit in the pit of her stomach as it dropped slightly 'were I too slow?', such thought swamped her mind locking her body in place a little while longer causing her to become quite circumspect.

Such a feeling of circumspect would quickly fade becoming ephemeron watching the male's kuni drop almost as though in slow motion as her heart pounded against her chest clogging her throat, yet hearing it clang against the ground gave an odd sense of clarity, allowing her miss matched orbs to dart to the kuni quickly before returning them to the males face looking for any and all signs that he had found his vision of bliss.  

Her soft pale pink lips would part dropping to form a small 'o' shape as she watched his features change. Tears, something she had not expected taking her off guard. Knowing full well this was her chance to bring the spar to a quick and un-painful end she were stuck in place. Her stance would relax again as she stepped closer carefully pausing in front of his merely to watch. She hadn't saw a reaction like this before, had she done the hand signs wrong? Had she caused him pain without the need for it? She would bite down on the soft pale pink flesh of her bottom lip immediately discolouring it. She had only ever saw a reaction similar once or twice in the past yet even so, not in such an intense way as this. The thoughts only led her to wonder what her own reaction would be if the situation were reversed, knowing full well what she would see. Snapping out of her thoughts as the male kicked the kuni back, drawing reality to the forefront once again.

She would shake her head as though to rid her thoughts shifting the position of her kuni in her hand she would inhale deeply, she hadn't the time to waste as her chakra pulsed keeping the genjutsu active just a short while longer, peeling her bottom lip from the grasp of her teeth before gritting her teeth. Her grip on the kuni would tighten as she stepped off to the side only flicker her gaze to the kuni suspiciously, were he just acting..? But how could he know..? Had she missed something? Her lips would curl down into a frown from her previous neutral expression, showing her distaste for the possibilities. Her right hand would move to her right thigh grazing her fingers down through the parting of her senbon threaded through part of the leather straps that constricted her baggy trousers, gripping them between her fingers as she curled them close to her palm forcing the edge of the three senbon against the worn somewhat callus skin of her palm easily piercing the flesh there as she gripped them tugging them from their place, keeping them gripped within her hand this way.  

She would step around until reaching behind the male before closing in becoming tergiversation in her actions placing herself between the male and the kuni he had kicked backwards. Stepping close to invade his space her right hand would raise pointing the senbon at his lower back off to the right side yet not even brushing the fabric of his cloth's, such just being a safety precaution. The flat of her chest would draw close to his back stepped slightly to the left of him bringing her left arm up and around placing the edge of her blade below the males jawline softly grazing the flash allowing the tip of her kuni to brush against the lads lobe, making sure not to nick the skin in the process, keeping her frame close, somewhat hoping to give the male a sense of being trapped  when he came to from his blissful vision.

'We are the same height...' Such an odd yet lingering thought.

She would inhale deeply to not only center herself but to take in his scent, her own being oddly sweet almost sickeningly so with a hint of copper, such scent she hadn't been able to shake. A light shudder would pass over her from stemming from her spine before shorting the circuit of chakra slowly allowing the males visions of his bliss to fade slowly drawing him back into 'her and now' speaking almost soothingly to him though her voice remained dull, her accent clinging to it, "I'm sorry, I had hoped to bring you into an elysian state..." Biting down against the soft pale pink flesh of her lower lip again, such a bad habit, she would press a touch more against his throat with her kuni, without malice, only so that he would be aware of its presence not just her own.

Remaining ready she would wait.



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As the male slowly came too, an odd fact came to pass, something she hadn't yet witnessed. Though under the genjutsu some form of cognitive intuition remained with him. The male, she would have to be far more careful with, were it his chakra? His mental state? What separated this male from other's? If she were a cat her ear's would have flattened to her head displaying her odd thought's however her brow would crease. Her head would shift back just a touch as though not to get any of his air in her mouth as his head tilted back, as though seeking out the guidance of the stars, or so it seemed to her, as his hands dropped to his sides, surrender? An attack? Simply unsure she would glance at his hand yet only just as she refused to give up her position. Sensing the male's body become rigid her mind would spike splitting simply between questioning the movement, and what were happening. Would it not be easier to remain loose and move away? Is there something more? Her right brow would raise nestling up behind her Iwagakure no sato headband. Only for his frame to arch, not having expected such an odd movement her chin would draw her head down a touch, as though to see what were happening from a different angle. She would however remain in place, one wrong move on his part and it could be painful yet a slight nudge and from her in the wrong way could send them both to the ground, such a thing was not what she could afford.

Feeling an unexpected hand on her wrist the hair's on the back of her neck would stand on end, immediately drawing her attention He were trying to rest. She would have to actually face the male. The odd shock of the moment caught her off guard, due to her premature thought's of ending this quickly, the male had gut's that were for sure. Just as she were about to push back enough to force the kuni back into her preferred position with intent to cause a very small amount of damage she would freeze, feeling a sharp edge against her inner thigh sending an odd shiver up along her spine. She had been caught short, at least in an attention span view, and her someone that prided themselves on being able to multitask. What a shameful moment, the male had been able to, even if just briefly, dissemble his true motive in his movement's, she hadn't been able to anticipate this male's true intentions. Cursing internally the male would speak up knowing the feeling of a kuni, she knew his words were of worth, yet in this subtle touch she would also be able to discern the angle of the blade itself, horizontal so that if need be it could drive to slice her femoral artery, a bad situation, yet not the worst. However as he uttered the last part an almost childish grin would tear up the corners of her lips, followed by a held back, silent chuckle that forced her chest to rattle the vibrations easily senses with how close a proximity they were to one another. Just as quick as the grin had come a devilish smirk would replace the grin raising her shoulder ever so slightly as though shrugging as she replied simply "Okay" though her accent sat firmly in her voice, almost to the point it would come close to another language as a pose to the common tongue.  
Shortly after her own simple reply twisted into life within the air around them, her unthreatened leg would bend forcing into the back of the male's leg, leaning off just slightly to the side away from the male's kuni, at the same time as raising her elbow up to draw her arm up and above his shoulder the point of her kuni aimed at his throat onto to use the leverage of her arm to drag the lad down, willing falling to her rump on the ground, taking the lad with her. At the angle of the male's kuni and her slight shift, even a small nick to the skin wouldn’t matter, dropping the threatened thigh and but atop the flat of the kuni, trapping it beneath her weight, the fall a little harsh due to this. Her arm would drop with a little force behind it aiming the sharp point of her kuni at the lad's private area, very uncomfortably close, so close to the point of grazing the males trousers as her other hand snapped around and up to point her senbon at his jugular, pressing their sharp tips against the area, far more assertive than her previous stand had given. An almost harsh change in her persona Her movement's being as quick as she could make them. Lastly forcing her leg that hadn't been threatened up and over his other as though to part his legs to get a better arm.  

The impact of hitting the deck with force remained evident in her voice as she spoke "Move and this time I won't be so lenient, blood will be drawn." Her voice and the aura that now emitted from her giving her an almost worricow type presence, such a contrast from the previous sensation she seemed to give. Evidently enough, not afraid to play dirty, such catching most of guard.  Though she would do what she could to avoid shedding the blood of the male, even down to wanting to avoid anything too violent without good reason for it, the threat itself were there and said with conviction. She had tried to be subtle and as gentle as possible, even down to the choice of her genjutsu, choosing a blissful insight over anything hostile or torturous. She learnt quickly from her mistake's and would not make the same once twice. Not here, not now and most definitely not with him. Pressing further, her intent to make the male more uncomfortable, more proof of her point, yet her expression, her aura at the up most of longanimity. If truth be told the moment, of thinking on what he might do could have been classed in a small way of thrilling, his mind state, so quick to come up with a countermeasure for a plight most would have crumbled under. Right in that moment seeing what a will of stone could give even after he could have been easily described as lachrymose. His composure and deduction, purely impressive under pressure.

Sitting there, entangled with the other with her frame set atop his kuni she would await his reaction, her grip on him would tighten almost as though preparing for something, anything to happen.  


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Training C rank jutsu Torture style: Disorientating ash. [Nickname: Itchy eye.] Word count:1000/1000.
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End thread due to inactivity and travel plans. (24/05/17)