Chiaki chewed on the inside of her bottom lip. She stood there, nude, legs splayed in a sort of attacking stance, staring down two dresses she had picked out. Now to pick which one she wanted to wear. Her towel, unceremoniously wrapped around her ankles, was still damp from the shower she had before going out and she had already put her hair up into an intricate three-bun. The bun was arranged so that the biggest of the three was atop the back of her head, with two smaller buns down below them. She pressed a finger to her lips, pressing in on them, her eyes narrowing.

The first on the bed was a midnight blue sweater dress, one that buttoned all the way up the front. It was ribbed, made out of soft cotton, and had intertwining designs that accentuated her hips and breasts. The next, her eyes lingered on for a bit as well, and her stance shifted to consider it, was a black double slit dress, fabric hanging down the front and splaying over her hips with a generous V neck which would show her breastbone almost all the way to her navel. She grumbled and looked at both dresses, the clock behind her making an incessant ticking noise. She had bags picked out for both dresses, clutches, really, but she didn't need much when going out on the town with Fuyuko.

She had asked Fuyuko to dress up, so it was only natural for her to do it in kind, right? She growled and turned back to the sweater dress, indecision creeping into the nervous tapping of her bare foot on the hardwood floor of her apartment. Back again to the double slit dress, and then once more to the sweater dress, she almost ran a hand through her hair but caught herself.

Chiaki looked up to look at the clock in annoyance to find that she was already late for leaving! She looked between the two in a panicked state and decided that the sweater dress was now her only option, made for her by the ease of putting it on. She flung the sleeves around her frame and buttoned it down from her sternum down to about where boy shorts would have been on her, leaving the last three buttons undone, she would have to run to make the appointment. Next she grabbed a pair of high heels to match, and finally stuffed some ryo and other essentials into her clutch, snapped it shut and scurried out of the door, locking it behind her but leaving the lights on and the house in disarray.

Oh no, she was going to be late, and if she was going to be late then she wondered how long Fuyuko would stay there.

Rushing across the rooftops she pattered on the clay shingles with her bare feet, holding her strappy high heels in her hand. She jumped across one rooftop to realize, she hadn't put anything on under the dress! Frantically she looked back, then forward, she was more than half way to the meeting point. Oh... Another glance back and she grit her teeth determinedly, slid off of the rooftop and decided to walk the rest of the way there.

To her surprise, Fuyuko was still there, wearing, of all things, a virgin killer sweater. Looks like they had the same idea for wear, except, she could see that Fuyuko was wearing a bra and shorts, safe. Much safer than her attire. She buttoned another button lower so that she wasn't completely risque as she walked towards Fuyuko, giving her a bright and warm smile and a wave. The nervousness was in her eyes though, not in the way she walked.

"Hello Fuyuko!"

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Chiaki drew close, closer than she had need to for Fuyuko to hear what she had to say. The only thing that would queue Fuyuko in to what she was doing would be her hand, open with the palm of her hand facing away from her, the back of her hand to the corner of her mouth. She was clearly coming close to tell Fuyuko a secret, or at least didn't want to be heard. "I had to rush out the door and think that I forgot some things, but I think that I'll be fine." She noticed that Fuyuko was attracting a lot of attention herself, so she drew a bit closer, seeing if the crowd would move their attention away. Some of the men did move their gazes from the duo, along with the women. It seemed that they were at least friends now, or acquainted and that Fuyuko wasn't just dressing up to gain unwanted, or wanted attention.

"Well to answer the first question, we're going to go and have dinner! Let's see..." She pretended to put a finger to her lips and make her decision while inconspicuously looking over the crowd, there was one person in particular that was staring at them hard and looked away when she made eye contact with them, but still watched them out of his periphery. She knew the kind. Good, that was the one probably. "Let's go over there." she pointed to the cafe that was across the street. The person was sitting down with a cup of coffee to take the edge off the night supposedly, or she supposed.

She started to walk towards the cafe, offering her hand in a friendly manner, as girlfriends would do when they were out for a girl's night out. Chiaki had seen friends holding hands, or arms, gathered close together, talking in low tones as they went window shopping throughout Konoha, and she wanted to make it seem like she was at least close to Fuyuko. If she drew nearer Chiaki would whisper conspiratorially into her ear, otherwise she would murmur into the girl's ear, "We're out here trying to catch a mugger, and also because I wanted to get to know you. The mugger is known for dragging young women into alley ways and mugging them. So we're here to lure them out and make sure that they are brought to justice. They haven't killed anyone yet, but the muggings have become more and more violent lately." She smiled and continued to walk to the Cafe. "It also apparently has happened to couples who were 'messing around' in alleys." A small and knowing smile to Fuyuko would queue her in to what she meant before they arrived at the cafe.

"So what would you like to do to catch them?" She would give a little look around, almost like she was choosing whether to enter this cafe or another one, even though she had already made up her mind. Again she was looking to see if they were being followed. To her delight and what made her simultaneously break out in goose flesh was the fact that the man that had been staring at the two of them was following, his own look of non-chalance measured out and slathered over his movements in an almost conspicuous manner. The fact that he was looking everywhere except where the two were told much in the brief half second Chiaki had spotted him. The trap was laid, now.... how would Fuyuko continue?

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The reassurance made her brim with confidence, even as she tightened her stance, feeling the lack of fabric there and the air of the night made it abundantly clear that she was anything but alright.

As fuyuko slid her hand into Chiaki's her heart fluttered a bit. There was a gorgeous girl that was attached to her arm now and she squeezed Fuyuko's hand a bit, both in comfort and because she felt the response to the beauty of the person next to her. She gulped down a bit and didn't know what to feel. She had Akaneya, and their relationship was budding, but she didn't know what to feel for Fuyuko. Didn't Takao say, last that he met her, that he was in a relationship with Fuyuko? Wasn't it well known?

What were her feelings then if not just fleeting phantasms of fancy? She looked at Fuyuko as soon as the other girl looked away and gave them a smile, a secret smile that wasn't supposed to be seen, a bit of red creeping into her face, burning there for a good long moment before Fuyuko began to speak. Mission time. It made her heart sink a bit, but she needed to focus. This was a mission that chuunin would probably do, rather than Genin, and she needed to pay attention to that. A nod from her would signal that she understood what Fuyuko was talking about.

She would scoot closer to Fuyuko before heading into the doorway, brushing her body against Fuyuko's and trying to drive home to whoever was watching them that she was with Fuyuko and they were indeed a couple. Even if it weren't true, even if it were just a lie that she was keeping up to keep up the mission. Her body responded though and she couldn't help but make her way shakily to their seats.

The man that followed them entered a few minutes after, behind Chiaki, and sat a couple of tables down, ordering his own food and keeping a watch on the two of them.

Chiaki looked over the menu before being asked a question of her own, "I became a Kunoichi because... because my adopted mother wanted me to become one with her dying wish. I mean, it wasn't with her dying breath or anything, but she wanted me to become one and so... because my mother is one, and my father looks up to them and respects them, I wanted to honor her memory." She looked down at the menu and fiddled a bit with a loose strand of her hair, blushing a bit, "It's not too personal, but uhm. I wanted to uh." She twisted the strand around her index finger, "I wanted to become one to make her proud but now I want to help people using my Guanyin techniques."

She smiled a secret smile, but it was visible to Fuyuko if she were to look over the menu, "And I am glad that I did because I met you." She clammed up for a bit, looking over the menu and the nervous twirl became an idle one for a tiny second while she decided what to order. Perhaps the Sashimi platter would be a fun option, along with a cherry martini? She nodded to herself and closed the menu to look across the table, "And I was actually wondering the same thing as you. What made you choose this path? What made you choose to become one of the many others out there, willing to give their lives for their country, their people, the ones they love?" At the mention of Love, Ai, she blushed a bit and pushed the menu around with her hand, waiting for the waiter to get there so that it would ease the tension. She was dressed warmly, but not as warmly as she felt, she felt like she was on fire. What was going on?

Perhaps... She snuck a look over the table to the girl sitting across from her... perhaps it was a bad idea to have Fuyuko dress as she did. It gave not only the right impression to the man that was stalking them, but also made Chiaki's focus and thoughts wander to Fuyuko. It focused her attention on the girl in front of her, all of her curves, all of her charm. The way that the lighting accentuated her face.

a little and almost imperceptible head shake was enough to root her back in reality as she waited for an answer.

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Chiaki folded her hands in her lap and pulled at the hem of her sweater dress, undoing one of the buttons to free her legs up. It was uncomfortable to sit in one position after all, and the dress was keeping her legs together. Besides, no one would see her dirty little secret from here and she had nothing to worry about if she remembered to button it up again.

As Fuyuko said she was refreshing she turned a deeper shade of red which took longer to get rid of with a stammered, "Th-thank you." She looked away and then back at Fuyuko, wondering why her body felt the way that it did when she was having such an innocent conversation with Fuyuko. Perhaps it was the lighting, perhaps that it was a date. Wait, no a mission, it was definitely a mission. Right? I mean it was kind of a date mission? A mission date? Her mind got scrambled a bit as fuyuko continued.

The farm life sounded nice, and Chiaki stretched her legs out a bit under the table, getting more comfortable again and letting her back rest against the cushion of the bench she was sitting at. She listened to the rest of the tale, her features steadily growing more and more sympathetic, rather than sad. She knew what it was to not have someone give you a second chance. She had a lot of people that she would like a second chance with, but she had friendships ruined by that cause. She could only imagine what it would be like if someone wasn't able to have a second chance at... everything.

"No, no it's fine." Chiaki waved her hand in front of her face to show that she was fine with the conversation, "Usually when someone asks that question it gets a bit dark, I mean, usually there is a death involved and someone wants to avenge it or something. Really, I get it. But..." She looked down to her lap and fiddled with her dress a bit, bringing the collar dangerously low without realizing it, "I am sorry about what happened to you. I wish I could make it better."

Chiaki would order what she had thought about before, the sashimi and the cherry martini before continuing the conversation. She pressed her two index fingers together and blushed a bit, "I uhm... you'll make fun of me." She shook her head, trying to hide her face and then sighed, looking back uncertainly, "I work at the hospital in my off time as a volunteer. I find that the work there is satisfying and that I get to meet people, which I am normally too afraid to do on my own terms. I uhm.. I don't have a lot of friends." She counted below the table the number of friends that she had on one hand and then nodded, "So it's- it's a good way for me to branch out and feel confident about myself."

Chiaki looked back up and gave a small and nervous smile, shifting forward in her seat and then placed both of her elbows on the table, cradling her cheeks with her fists, "And you?" She tilted her head slightly and raised her eyebrows, certainly something a lover would do, all the body language spoke to it, and for some reason her hormones were firing at high velocity right now. She had all but completely forgotten the mission, instead enveloped in the interaction between herself and Fuyuko.

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Chiaki gulped as her arms were taken and blushed violently. She turned a dark and deep red and had nowhere to stare except into the eyes of the girl that was sitting across from her. She melted in the browns there as she was reassured that the world needed more people like her. But was she right, was the world in need of people like her or was she just flattering Chiaki? Her heart raced along with her mind, what could she say that held a candle to what Fuyuko had just complimented Chiaki on?

"Well, I am pretty sure you at least have a few friends that enjoy your company. It would be hard with how pretty and powerful you are." A weak smile lit her lips, "Not like me, I am still getting my feet under me. But..." Chiaki's gaze turned inwards, "I do have a goal now, and I suppose that will make me stronger. I want to become strong enough to save the ones I love, to help those who need it, and become the best medical kunoichi that this world has ever seen." The small smile bloomed as she looked across the table, in turn taking her hands and wrapping them gently around Fuyukos for support. It felt good to touch, to be touched and to be accepted for all of her faults, including that she wasn't the most charismatic of people.

People, in fact, were usually put off by how she dressed to impress when she went out for a night on the town, they usually scoffed when they saw her and thought she was dressing up to impress them. She was really creating a barrier so that she wouldn't be hurt. perhaps she had found a person, other than Akaneya, who would actually accept her, warts and all?

She shook herself a bit, trying to steady herself for the answer that came from Fuyuko. She listened, nodded and considered her words. The serene tone calmed Chiaki a bit and she let the silence, not an uncomfortable one, hang in the air a bit before she interjected her own thoughts on getting away from it all. She had experience with it as a shinobi, but also loved to take walks in the forests at night that pervaded the surrounding areas of Konoha. It was, after all, the village hidden in the leaves. More like the village hidden among the forests. "Getting away from it all sounds good to me. I mean, I was actually thinking of taking a mission here coming up called 'the great hunt' or something along those lines. It's where Konoha comes together and gets food for all of the people who can't afford it or have businesses that pay for rare and dangerous animals. I feel most myself when I am helping others, or walking in the forest at around dark to midnight."

she shrugged, "It just feels like... you can really be yourself when there's no one around you, doesn't it?" She smiled, her eyes tracing down to the table and staying there for a moment, introspective rather than looking outwards. "It feels like there is no one to judge you, that you don't have to impress anyone, and that the world is a whole lot more inviting when you're not constantly on parade for all of the multitudinous people of a village such as this." She looked back up and gave a bright grin, "Don't you think?"

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She noticed Fuyu glowing red again, and the color in her cheeks became ever so slightly prominent. It was a constant thing now, more of a reaction to the girl sitting across from her than anything. She nodded to the girl sitting across from her. She had thought to ask something and then she decided against it for a moment. Perhaps it was too much to ask? Best to go for it, “I ah, actually I have something that I wanted to ask about. Is there a certain way of going about… you know, learning the way of a sage?” She tilted her head, “It would help to replenish my chakra in the heat of things, and I could do it in the breakroom on one of my shifts too.” She grinned, a little bit of a lopsided grin, it was unsure of itself, didn’t really feel like it belonged on her face, or that’s what Chiaki felt.

The gentle squeezes were nice, and she rubbed her thumb along where she was holding onto Fuyuko, it was soft and supple. She wondered, for a half moment, what kind of skin care the other kunoichi had.

Fuyuko then was startled by the waiter who came back with their food, and Chiaki imitated the girl as she brought her arm back, but instead of knocking over her silverware, she watched as Fuyuko had. Oh well, it wasn’t a big deal, really. She smiled to the waiter and said, “Thank you! It looks delicious.” The waiter asked if she needed new silverware and Chiaki tilted her head and thought a bit before shaking her head no, “It should be fine, they were wrapped in a napkin anyhow, so I am sure it’ll be fine.”

The waiter nodded and bustled off towards the kitchen as Fuyuko gathered her utensils. Chiaki relaxed a bit, spreading her legs and looked out over the crowd, wondering if there was some way to make it so that this would last a bit longer. She saw the man staring at her, the one from the other restaurant, a predatory look in his eyes.

The waiter returned with their drinks and she gulped, looking back to Fuyuko, who emerged as red as a beet, her eyes looking anywhere but at Chiaki herself.

Tilting her head, she looked at the other kunoichi, a bit confused. Opening her mouth to ask the question that was on her mind, she was interrupted by Fuyuko as the waiter wandered off to tend to other things.

Chiaki leaned in, her ear out to listen for Fuyuko’s voice over the dull roar of the growing crowd, her eyes squinting as she strained to hear what she said. Then Chiaki’s eyes went wide, she cleared her throat and made an effort to not jump back in embarrassment. Instead, she turned a deep dark red, the red of the wine in front of her as she sat back, her back now completely straight. She took her hand, wrapped it around her wineglass and made a show of sipping it nonchalantly all the while thinking about what she was going to say. There were a hundred different ways she could approach this, and she didn’t like any number of them.

Setting down her glass she looked into her lap, fidgeting and then looked back up, “H-how much d-did you see?” She wondered if Fuyuko had seen that she was indeed, having a good time, and wondered if indeed she had seen anything that had given that away. She had opened her legs, finally comfortable, but found them tightly crossed again, blushing from head to toe and thinking of a way to escape her eternal embarrassment.

The fact that the other kunoichi hadn’t run away or gotten up from the table in disgust was a good start, but how would she continue from there? Chiaki bit her lower lip and looked everywhere but at Fuyuko for a tense moment, before looking at the table, and forcing her eyes in a slow, fluid motion back up to the other girl’s face. What would her reaction be? She would face it head on. She had, after all, not meant to come this way, but… She was having such a good time. So many good, and bad, thoughts swam in front of Chiaki, like spirits. She wanted to wave them away, but the only thing that betrayed these thoughts was an uncertain look, the slight bite of her teeth on her bottom lip, and her face, red as a beet.

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Chiaki, who had asked the question, almost died of embarrassment right then and there, she had seen everything. Chiaki had been 'quite excited' and that showed in all of her anatomy, from her head to her toes, her skin had been glistening with desire, even though it was cold outside. Gulping, she looked down at her bowl, the sashimi seemingly grinning at her. She had blown it, and her heart sank, but the way that Fuyuko didn't look at her was not a rejection, per se, it was more of... embarrassment?

Maybe she hadn't... but she had slipped forward to get more comfortable and opened her legs, oh dear. She had done that with Fuyuko beneath the table? If she could have been redder, she didn't know how, but it was clear, that if they were to be outside in the briskness of the evening, she would have been able to generate a bit of her own steam.

Chiaki mumbled a sorry, though it probably wouldn’t be heard over the voices in the place where they were eating, nor would it carry far enough for Fuyuko to hear. Probably.

She looked over to Fuyuko, a tense stare, but not tense from being dejected, spiteful, or otherwise, she was gauging the girl across from her, looking for some cue to continue with the date mission or leave with her head tucked, and her tail too. She took a bite of her sashimi, finally and decided that it would be best not to mention it for now. At least Fuyuko got what she had meant by she had forgotten something, but… the statement that she had seen everything wasn’t a rejection of what Chiaki was feeling, nor of Chiaki herself.

Strange.

She wondered if she would ever be able to get a rein on her emotions, and as her food dwindled, along with her drink, she looked back up and back at Fuyuko. She was met with as stunning a girl as always, why did she have to be so pretty. The last piece of her sushi waited on her plate, the only barrier that she had between her and the end of the meal, and perhaps the beginning of something else, she wanted to go somewhere, anywhere but here. But was she ready to drag Fuyuko outside?

Her whole body felt like it was wrapped in a heating blanket, she was warm, but not overly so, and as she gave furtive glances here and there, she had forgotten about the man that was staring directly at them through most of the meal.

Finally she finished her last piece, setting her chopsticks down and bowing a bit to the plate, and through it the cook, it was a good meal, but one that she would forget the taste of, most probably for the turbulence that was building inside of her. It manifested in a storm of emotion in her eyes, a pinkish haze that set her eyes, the color of the sea to a roiling froth. Her body told her to go for it, but the only thing that kept her in place was that nagging feeling that, perhaps, she had already lost Fuyuko.

“So… uhm.” She said, twirling a stray strand of her hair in her fingers, then placing it behind her ear, she leaned forward, “Sh-shall we go somewhere a bit more private?”

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