Ganto hadn't been out in what felt like ages, aside from quick runs out to the shops to purchase books, and different parts to tinker with. He had been living for far more than a reasonable amount of time in seclusion just to ensure that he would be a worthy ninja. Puppeteers had the most complex job of shinobi, and he didn't want to dull in comparison to the late and grand Chiyo of the Chikamatsu clan. No, Ganto was going to live up to that. But it was just too much for him to remain in his own presence any longer, he was going to burst into a madness if he didn't get out and interact. And so on this particular day Ganto decided enough was enough and set aside his workaholic nature to go out to the local curry house for some tea and...well, curry of course!

The Dragons Tongue was a well known location, and which had dishes for those of both heavy pockets and just scraps of change. It didn't matter at the Dragons Tongue, all were treated to a meal. That's what Ganto liked about the place, and he always had since he was just a boy. Ganto had a thing for the spicy side of life, and what better to shock him back into the real world than a taste of that which burned so sweetly. His favorite dish on the menu..."The Devils Passion". This curry absolutely decimated most people's mouths, leaving them without taste for a few hours, but not Ganto. Ganto held the record in the place for being able to eat it without crying, a record he earned when he was eight.

As he walked down through Suna, he noticed some changes around him, new residential areas, but they were mostly abandoned. The place was apparently becoming more and more deserted, like the thousand acre expanse which surrounded it. He wasn't disheartened by this, for the fewer people there were, the less trouble could come, at least it was so in his mind. He approached the staircase to the beautiful looking architectural wonder that was The Dragons Tongue. What a place it was. The massive Dragon statue made of what seemed to be pure gold, and a red/black themed paint job that certainly was an upgrade from the last time he had been to the place.

He sat himself down at a two-person table near the window, and picked up a menu. His tea was of course brought in as standard but what bothered him deeply as he glanced over the menu time and time again, was that the Devils Passion was nowhere to be found. His favorite dish wasn't on the menu. He waited patiently for the waitress's return. Upon her arrival Ganto said in a very mature and soothing voice, "Madam, do you happen to know what has come of an old time favorite of mine, The Devils Passion?"

It would seem that she knew precisely what had happened, as she immediately explained "We stopped serving it because it seems not a single person was willing to try it anymore after the rumors spread of its nature and side effects."

Ganto smiled politely and slipped the waitress a wonderfully large tip, "Would you mind...convincing the chef to whip me up two servings of it please? It would be much appreciated."

She seemed overjoyed, and nodded graciously as she skipped off to the kitchen with his request. Ganto would sit in his place and state off dreamily at the decor of the restraint, stirring his tea as he waited for his meal to come through.

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Toraika had been back home here in Suna for nearly 2 weeks and her Mother was ecstatic to have her back. She was now cooking and cleaning all on her own and it made Toraika happy to see her doing such things in which she hadn't since the accident. Her mother even left the house for the first time. Now her mother was out shopping, since she waited until the sun went down and the air cool, she had not cooked dinner and Toraika did now want to cook for just herself. She waited until her mother left and then got prepared to leave herself. She decided to take a shower to rinse off the dirt and sweat of the day and made sure to clean her hair thoroughly. She brushed her long pink hair that went down to her knees and changed into a skirt and a loose fitted shirt that she only wore on special occasions. She braided the sides of her bangs loosely as she always did to keep them out of her face then put on her long black open toe boots. She was going out to dinner to the best restaurant in town and she wanted to look nice. Not like she just woke up.

Earlier that day she had saved three peoples lives at the hospital. So in her mind she was having a celebratory dinner for them all on her own. One life was man who had just come in from Kiri and had I jested some type of poison that had just began to infect him. She began her research and before long she had the perfect antidote and the man felt good as new. The second life was an old woman who had fallen down a flight of stairs and had broken multiple bones including her neck. She had to set all of her bones and use one of her most powerful Jutsu to be able to give the woman each breath she now took. She had to begin surgery and heal the woman's ribs one at a time followed by each tiny muscle in her spine. Within an hour or two, the woman was smiling and thanking her. She even had given her a piece of candy from her purse. Finally the last life Toraika had saved that day was a mother who had just given birth and was now dying from it. She did everything she could and more and have it all she got to preserve the woman's life. In the end, she was able to hand the woman her newborn son.

Now Toraika was walking down the streets of Suna until she reached the Dragons Tongue. She walked in and was amazed to see that there actually weren't that many people there this evening. As she was seated in a two-seater table near the window, she wished she hadn't come alone at all. Everyone in the restraunt had come with someone else and she was the only one by herself. She wondered if she should have invited her squad in which she hadn't seen in weeks, since she lost contact with them since they journeyed to Kiri. All but Hotaru anyway, who was now strong enough to lead his own team. She never grew close to her team in the first place but she still cared about them. They still meant the world to her either way even though she did not know if they were even still alive or not. They seemed to prefer to go an and do things without her and by themselves, which never made them a team in the first place.

The waiter had come to her table and given her a glass of water but never came back to take her order. Then as she saw a boy that looked older than her if not the same age walk in by himself, her spirits were uplifted but only a little. Maybe she wasn't the only one who wanted to go to dinner even though there was no one to how with. She smiled to herself in relief and watched as he was seated at the table beside her. After watching his waitress scurry off after having him whisper something to her, she was a it curious but of course she did not say anything. She just leaned on her elbow and rested her chin in her hand as she stared out the window at the night sky. Hoping that the waiter would come back to her, and not forget she was there all together.

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It was all too difficult not to notice, the longer he sat their, the beautiful young woman who was also seated at a table for two, completely alone. Ganto had no friends in this town, they'd all taken up occupations or left altogether. The thought rung through him painfully, everyone he had known was gone, his parents were still gone after almost a year. He had no idea where anyone was, and until that moment he hadn't thought too much about it. His life was pretty desolate, wasn't it?

His food made it's way to his table and he instantly became distracted from his sadness. Nostalgia. He suddenly realized how much food this amounted to be. Way more than the nutrition bars he had been living on for awhile. He again, more obviously this time turned his eyes toward the pink haired girl. It was them that something he hadn't had to deal with opened up to him. His people skills had always been bad, but his skills with women were even worse in his own eyes at least. He was just... An absurdly awkward guy. What a thought it was to even consider speaking to this girl, but he felt bad. The waitress had completely forgotten to take the girls order due to the tip he had slipped her.

Inside of his mind he fought a brief but difficult struggle. Was he to speak with this stranger? Or leave this place a stranger to the world? Only Ganto Netsu could find himself making life decisions at the dinner table. That was simply because only Ganto Netsu would ever willingly seclude himself for years at a time on training and self-education.
He halted himself after realizing he was staring at this woman in a terribly wrong way, though in all honesty he had been absolutely consumed by thought, not staring at her chest. He placed two open palmed hands over his face slid them down, opening his fingers to look over in that direction ,as though she wouldn't know, or be capable of noticing.

Without taking a bite of his food or a sip of his tea, he requested a second tea, and raised up his tray, taking it over to the pink-haired woman's table and plopped it down. He then slid in his chair and looked at her in the eyes. If he didn't say something it would become awkward, so in an effort to just absolutely wing it, he began..

"My name is Ganto Netsu, I have no idea what I think I'm doing here, I've been training in seclusion for over a year, my colleagues and friends have all moved ahead of me in life and are off doing other things and so today I chose to come out here and I know this is awkward but you look awfully stunning and I thought maybe since we are both alone here perhaps I could share this absurd amount of food with you since it was my fault the waitress forgot about you. Everything is on me."

This all came in one breath of air and mostly all at once. It was literally the most honest thing Ganto could think of. And be sat there before the stranger with so much tension built as to what she would say to him.

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Toraika could do nothing but blink over and over again as her face flushed a pink color that matched her hair. She herself was naive and blind to make attention in anyway but he was pretty straight forward and honest in which she admired. She observed the boy in every way. He had a pale complexion as if he hadn't been outside in a while and messy dark hair. His eyes were dark as well and it wasn't hard to tell he looked tired. She then giggled to herself at how kind he was. Had she heard him right? Did he really just say she looked stunning? That was one of the kindest things she had heard said to her in a long long time. Surely there was not harm and eating dinner with the boy. He seemed nice and caring enough to notice the waitress had forgotten about her.

"Thank you, this is very nice of you..." She then smiled warmly back across the table at him and looked at the food in front of her. It was peculiar looking and she wasn't quite sure what was in it. It looked for sure like there was meat in it which Toraika had not eaten in years. She stirred in her seat a bit and realized there were plenty of vegetables in the dish as well that she could eat. She couldn't turn the boys meal away after how sweet he was. The more she looked at him the cuter he got. He was attractive after all and anyone could see that. She smiled playing off the fact that she was a vegetarian and ate around the meat picking at it every now and then.

"My name is Toraika Yoisha and i am happy to meet you. I am a Medic and a Jounin. I only came to dinner because I had a wonderful day but I didn't think it all the way through... I didn't realize I would be alone when I ate..." She admitted it to him and blushed again looking down at the plate of food again.

Toraika....a jounin?!?! The thought slammed into his head. He had just started a very peculiar game of flirting with someone 3 ranks his superior, and she couldn't have been more than 2 years older than him. And at that it was someone whom he would likely be paired with as a disciple of. He watched her blush though, which rested his wild emotions. He wasn't going too far. He had achieved something. A light-hearted air filled the space on the table as he watched her pick the vegetables from her food...which completely shocked him because she was eating that dish without a reaction to the spices. He too began to eat, and listened to her speak about how she had been having a pleasant day, but hadn't thought her outing through, and wound up eating alone. He made extra sure to smile
when he looked her way, and to make certain eye contact to keep her interested and to let her know he was doing all of this in honest hospitality, and interest in her.

"Ah well, you've certainly surpassed me, even if we are the same age. You outrank me by a numeral of 3. I certainly hope that rank doesn't push you away. There isn't a person in this room I would have spoken to besides you. It must have been your unique hair color."

He sipped from his tea and acted in total calmness, though his heart was racing like a horse.

"You must enjoy spice to be able to stand that so easily, most people start crying after the first taste."

He said, taking in another bite of his, then wiping his mouth neatly with a napkin. It was these odd motions of a mans spirit, the way he can transform into a totally coordinated, and calm individual just by the presence of a woman. Ganto was enjoying himself, and enjoyed hearty conversation with Toraika until the last bit, when finally the sun had dipped almost past the horizon and the food was almost gone between the two, save for a lot of meat on his "date's" plate.

Ganto laid down a ridiculous amount of money on the table, which payed for all expenses and probably two weeks pay for every employee, then stood awkwardly before Toraika and offered her his hand, saying

"Despite your rank as a shinobi, I feel that as someone whom has just had dinner with you, and maybe the first someone who's treated you like just a person in awhile, perhaps tonight you can be...just a woman..and I, just a man, and I could walk you home properly? I know this sounds all strange and maybe like too much, but you've spent all this time rising in rank...and I have spent mine on study. Perhaps you deserve to be treated as a lady this once? And not a Jounin. Eh?"

He gave her a hopeful grin and his hand remained extended.

Toraika had no idea what to say to the boy. His rambling not only confused her and charmed her, but it comforted her. He was being so kind to her. It was true. She hadn't been treated like a person in a long time. She had been a ninja. One who was valuable in battle and saved lives of those who risked their lives. No one had treated her as a human, but more as a helpful tool. It made her happy that he somehow understood her in that aspect. She smiled and put down her napkin as she wiped her skirt and stood up slowly while gently taking his hand. It wasn't as warm as she thought it was but it still comforted her. He was more of a gentleman than she could comprehend and the moment her hand touched his her cheeks became flustered.

"I would love for you to walk me home. In fact I want you to. Thank you so very much for dinner by the way."

He was that old and still only a genin. Though she ranked quite quickly, she understood he was taught out of his home the ways of the shinobi. She honored and valued that in him. She gently took his hand in hers and stood up. She was right. They weren't battling or in need of their shinobi skills at all. They simply had dinner and he simply wanted to walk her home. It even made her heart speed up. The moment her hand wrapped around hers, her cheeks warmed up even more and she allowed him to take her as he pleased.

She took his hand, and he grasped hers, ever so gently in his. He hadn't intended to... Hold hands with someone he had just met, but maybe that was how things were, he wouldn't have known better either way, so he kept it, and interlocked fingers, having no idea at all whether it was even appropriate for the circumstance.  It was a peculiar and very unfamiliar warm sensation that spread across Ganto. His heart, like that of some rotten scoundrel in a children's story, must have grown three sizes bigger. It was enough of a strange feeling that Ganto would stare into Toraika's beautiful eyes for a few moments before being able to proceed with the motions of walking her home.

He then pushed in the girl's seat behind her and began walking with her towards the exit. The sun had passed the horizon, it was too late to beat the darkness, and too late to beat the cold. He would ask Toraika

"Where exactly do you live from here? As I must've told you in there, I don't get around too much."

The question didn't lie, he had no idea how to navigate these streets at this hour. Nor did he know the crime frequency any more. He would likely create an excuse to pass by his own home on the way, the girl had no coat, and neither did he. Perhaps his mother would have a collection waiting to be sold that he could steal one from. He hoped to himself that the size and prestige of his home didn't intimidate the girl when he pointed out that it was the one that resembled an Eastern Palace.

"I'll tell you... It seems like everything in the world. But money can't buy happiness. The place is hollow and empty. And so is this," he said, pulling her hand up with his to touch his chest, where his heart was, "Or at least that's what I've always thought." He finished that statement giving her a grin that showed it was possibly her that was making him feel differently.

Toraika was a bit confused at all of this and the boy himself mystified her. He was so different than any other boy that she had spoken to. In the way he was so awkwardly intrigued by her himself. She was flattered even when he intertwined their fingers, blushed even a bit. She didn't know what to do or say so she stayed quiet until they exited the restraunt, and went down some streets she was rarely down herself. The richest area in the whole village. She herself didn't live in the worst of the village but she didn't live in the best either. She was somewhat middle class if not a little below it in her two bedroom small house in a tiny neighborhood. Once he pointed out exactly which house was his mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. Never had she ever seen such an extravagant building in her life than the palace she used to dream about being able to see when she was a little girl. This boy lived in it? And he wasn't even a prince or anything of the sort at all!

"You live there? I used to dream of marrying the prince who lived there. In the Academy, there were games to see who the best princess would be that would gain the princes love and get to live in the palace forever. Did you know that?" She asked smiling warmly up at him since he was nearly a foot taller than her.

It was true. Most days she won the competition. Some she didn't and she would cry when she got home to her mother that the prince wouldn't love her. But that was her fairy tail that she now knew as she got older, was never a possibility and always a wish upon a star she could never reach. As he spoke about the emptiness inside of him she smiled warmly up at him again. He was so gentle and warm. The thought of him being empty inside at all made her weary. She didn't want someone like him who held so much compassion to feel in a way like that.

"Don't feel empty. The world is a beautiful place and there is so much to love in it. You just have to find the thing that you love which makes you whole. It's not always that hard to find, but sometimes it's the hardest thing to find of all." She smiled and and even giggled again to warm the situation. The palace. All she could think about was the final realization that she met the so called prince who wasn't what she expected at all, but still acted as a prince none the less.

As they continued on passed his home, he took in her reaction to the place, it showed in her eyes, she was highly enamored that he would've lived in such a place as that. She spoke of a game she would play as a child with her friends, one which centered around being the one who would marry the prince of the estate. This brought on a smile, which quickly faded to a dismal and sad realization that he would never live up to the expectations of those little girls, because at that time he was traveling and training. Training was all he knew. Knowledge was all he kept dear. He smiled at her to remove any building doubt that he wasn't satisfied in this moment, and he continued the walk a few steps only to be undone by a sudden trickle, which grew hastily into a downpour. He had wanted to avoid going into that place again, and certainly he didn't want to expose her to its cold halls, and the lonely echoes of its walls. But now he had no choice. The rain and wind wept, spraying into their faces. He grabbed the gate and brought out his key, unlocking it, then beckoned her through, locking it behind him and giving her the key.

"I don't want you to have the wrong idea, so keep this, so long as you're here to shelter yourself from the rain, you are able to leave at will, but I must insist that we escape the rain. I guess this means you get to see what you played games about as a child. If the storm rages long we have...plenty of guest rooms. This is really awkward. I haven't had a chance to clean the place up..."

Lightning crashed across the village, illuminating his and her faces. He looked into her eyes again, this time the rain would mask his pain. His eyes were now deeply worried, and he could be read easily. He would now have to open up and show her just how lonely his existence was.

She responded to his words of emptiness with a delicate mannerism, which soothed him. She didn't want him to feel empty. She told him of a beautiful world in which he only needed to find that one thing he needs to hold on to, and that with that thing he wouldn't feel so empty.
He didn't have any real response to this, but to grant her a nod of approval and lead her to the door of the kingdom of his isolation.

Upon entry she would find that the place was absolutely pristine. Dust gathered on the occasional service. Artifacts which his family had held for years, idols, statues and mounted heads of game. The main theme of the house was that most things were lined in gold. It really was excessive. His family had hoarded wealth that should've belonged to the poor and unfortunate for years,  but he couldn't sell it himself because he secretly hoped to see his parents return, despite his negative words about them on most occasions. They hadn't done much for him, but they were still his parents...

Toraika saw the clouds approach but not soon enough as the lightening ensued. Her heart stopped and she winced in fear and horror as she grasped onto his damp shirt from the rain and pulled herself close him, hiding her face in his chest. She was trembling and whimpering lightly out of terror. Then it hit. The thunder within seconds after the lightning struck. She tried to hide this fear she had of storms but it was difficult. There were rarely thunderstorms in the desert. One or two every year. In extremely rare occasions, three. This was the first of the year and it was always the worst. The rain itself was wonderful. She loved the rain actually in every way imaginable. The lightening wasn't even that bad. It was one of her elements so she felt apart of the lightening, but that wasn't the problem. It was the thunder. The thunder terrified her. That loud noise, and the sound that resembled an explosion. It crippled her and her heart would either beat rapidly or stop completely. Ever since she was a baby, the thunder was her weakness and she could never find anything that made her feel safe.

She had spent a lot of time in Kiri lately where it rained quite often, but the thunder wasn't ever very active. It simply rained. Now here she was, clutching tightly onto a stranger she had just met and had let walk her home. She swallowed hard as he let her in the gate then she grabbed his hand and ran up the paved walkway to his front door. She allowed him to open it then she ran inside pulling him with her. She once again pulled him close to her in fear but this time wrapped her arms around his so that he wouldn't leave her. She closed her eyes tightly and listened as he rambled more about how dirty his palace was, and from the sound of it he lived alone. Once again she felt compassion for him and empathized with him. She held him tighter not just for herself this time but just to hold him. She needed it and so did he she felt like.

"I'm sorry... I-I just don't like the thunder... It scares me.. I'm s-sorry about being such a burden... Your home is lovely and it's almost as I always imagined it to look. Thank you for letting me in.. It's a fairy tale come true... I-I'm just so scared..." She then slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him to gage his reaction. He would probably push her away out of impulse to having a strange girl holding him but she would understand. Her skirt and her shirt were drenched and stuck to her skin tighty and her hair dripped around her to the floor. The same went for Ganto, whose clothes sagged a bit from being so wet. She didn't care that they were both drenched like that but she did blush a bit once she realized how out of line she was and slowly let go of him. She then felt a burst of thunder rattle around them causing her to shriek and grasp onto him again. She didn't think she could let go.

It was like something out of a cheesy romance story, but it was all too real. Toraika embraced Ganto and buried her head against his chest. She was scared it seemed. He swallowed his self-loathing, and for this once decided that he would be a man. He responded to Toraika by wrapping his arms around her in return and pulling her tightly to him. He held her in such a way as to assure her that he was there, and that there was nothing to fear.

They were both absolutely drenched, and they both dropped water across the hard-wood floor. Ganto eased his embrace to see if she was prepared to continue on, then as a surprise he swept her off her feet and carried her around his home, showing her each room and it's purpose, then saying just before he showed her the last of the house

"This next room is where I should've brought you first, we are still drenched after all."

He placed her down gently and hoisted open the door to a room which contained 6 wardrobes and 2 closets. All of which were filled with unworn women's clothing. Part of his mothers obsession with buying anything in sight. The selection was endless, and he had only seen about 1/2 of it. Most of the things in their weren't even on the market. He granted that she take whatever she like.

"I can't have you possibly staying here drenched all night. Rather uncomfortable that would be!" He said, sounding as cheery as possible.
"I know the thunder frightens you but I obviously can't watch you change, so I'm going to close this door and go to my room just across the hall and change for myself, once we finish I'll show you the rest of the house. If you get too frightened just come running, I'm not much to behold anyway." He said that last bit with a hearty chuckle at the end.

He walked to his own room, closing the door behind him, but not doing a very good job of it. He was actually incredibly insecure. He slipped off his shirt and looked into the mirror. His hair was even messier than normal. Because it had been wet, he threw a towel over his head and ran to brush his teeth, just to reinforce that nothing was unattractive about his person.

Then something dawned on him. There was probably a naked woman in his house at that very moment. His face turned red as he blushed from the thought, but shook it off to avoid...unappreciated bodily changes. He dressed himself then awaited his guest.

Toraika was trembling from being cold more now than just being scared. She blushed and smiled at how kind this boy was. He carried her from room to room, as she shook and hid her face in his chest. She felt the blush on her cheeks grow brighter as she realized she was alone in his palace like home changing in his closet. She shook those thoughts away framing them as innapproptiate and remembering she had someone else in love with her already.

Her boots slipped off, filling her socks, and she quickly slid off her loose fitting wet shirt and hung it on a hook on the door then slipped her pleated skirt off, hanging it as well. She took off her bra which was wet as well, along with her other undergarments and hung them on that very same hook. Her clothes all dripped as if she had been swimming in them and her boys sloshed with water. She trembled as she wrapped her arms around her body. She looked around the closet for a towel but couldn't find one, and she was embarrassed to leave the closet in fear of Ganto seeing her. She just prayed the the thunder would not come and cause her to get scared. Keeping as calm as she could, she began to look for something simple to put on just until she could get a towel. Then she found it. A large pink t-shirt. She slipped it over her long soaking hair, and saw that it went to her mid thigh. Blushing deeply she saw that it wasn't enough to cover her body but just enough for her to find a towel in. She crossed her arms around her chest to hide what the t-shirt didn't and exited the closet.

Roaming the halls, she hoped to simply find a towel but then found a large bathroom. The light was on and the water was running but she heard nothing else so she slowly pushed the door open but being her luck, the unthinkable happened. The thunder. It hit loud and without warning causing her to scream and nearly slip and fall on the glossy tile coupled with her wet feet. She did slip though, but fell against a large bath tub causing her to fall in head first. It was empty and dry of moisture but it still wasn't pleasant and she was still terrified. Then the water turned off making her roll over in the tub to sit up straight and look forward. A bright red color to her face seeing Ganto stating back at her with a toothbrush in his mouth. Shirtless with a towel on his head. She wanted to disappear and the only thing that made the moment even worse was the next burst of thunder causing her to scream again and flail in the tub a bit from the surprise. This was easily the most embarrassing moment of her life and nothing came close to being that bad. The thin shirt barely covered her and her wet hair now got the shirt almost as wet as the clothes she had on before. She covered her chest and closed her legs tightly to keep from showing Ganto something he probably didn't need to see.

"I'm sorry!! I only was looking for a towel and then I got lost and then I got scared and then I fell and then I saw you and then I got scared again and then I apologized for being so clumsy! I'm never this clumsy I promise!! I am normally so graceful and calm but the thunder makes me a little on edge and weak and I'm so sorry!! I don't know what to do now.." She rambled herself now. Wishing she had chosen something that covered more of her body than the flimsy t-shirt. Something a darker color. Something not so loose, which was now tight from being so wet. But she couldn't change it now. She just say there frozen but trembling with her hands covering her chest and her knees together looking up at Ganto who was wearing his soaking wet pants and had a toothbrush in his mouth that was unmoving.

Now from the perspective of most, Ganto had a chiseled and muscular body. He wasn't all about strength, but he was toned. As he walked back and forth in the bathroom brushing his teeth, he heard thunder roar, and instantly feared the worst. And received a large and plentiful serving of awkward. Toraika skittered into the bathroom, with a shirt which did NOT come low enough to conceal that she had no close on whatsoever except for it. She squealed because of the lightning and found herself laying in the bathtub. Ganto turned off the faucet and found himself staring the essentially nude woman directly in the eyes, his mouth ajar and his toothbrush limply hanging in his mouth. He was eyeballing her way too much, and so he pinched himself on the arm, and snapped out of it, listening as Toraika tried her best to explain the situation, she hadn't realized that Ganto wasn't upset or anything. He did have a problem though.

He kept his composure and found her a towel quickly without looking anymore, but the image was set in his mind and as he handed her the towel he didn't even thing to realize that with his pants being absolutely soaked, a certain unfortunate reality of being a man reared itself. Now he wasn't ashamed of what he had by any means but ashamed that he couldn't have stopped it from showing. She would have likely eyeballed it by that point through his pants, but nevertheless he took out his toothbrush and tossed it into the sink from across the bathroom them turned abruptly away from her and said as he sidestepped facing away from her toward his room

"OH NO. Uhm. It's ok, don't apologize..I'll be right back! I'm just in the next room, the bathroom connects, don't run in here though! Please! I'm literally right here!"
He said this all frantically knowing it was too late. She probably thought he was just a stereotypical guy at that point.

He bolted into his room and changed to dry pants quickly, which were able to conceal the issue until it went away, he also out on a proper shirt and went into the room with women's clothes and gathered up an  unopened package of ladies undergarmets(he knew nothing of what to grab so ended up grabbing a pack of thongs without realizing.) and he grabbed a pair of sweatpants that still had tags, and another pink shirt of the same variety she was wearing and reached them around the corner to Toraika, making sure not to look.

"This has turned into...a mess, and I apologize for that. It is my fault, I should have better control. I hope I haven't spoiled your night."

He said this all still choking back the fact that he was very unsettled and turned on by what he had seen. It was hammering at his mind.

Toraika as she lay in the tub had hoped he hadn't seen too much of her in fear of things getting even more awkward and embarrassing than they already had. Though her answer came clear when she saw the evidence in his pants. Her face grew bright red and her heart beat faster. Not long ago she had lost her virginity and no one at all had any idea of it except for the one she lost it to back in Kiri. Not even her Master and especially not her mother. She knew plenty about the human body anyway to begin with since she was a medic and was required to know such things. The bulge that his pants gave away was a sure sign that he had seen parts of her body that he probably shouldn't have. She pushed back the question and the topic as of then since she still was basically nude in front of him and watched as he left the room frantically and came out in new pants that hid his issue better. Her heart raced but the thunder hadn't boomed in the past few minutes which she was grateful for.

She took the clothes from him and as he left took the t-shirt off and felt her wet hair chill her back from still being so wet. She picked up a towel nearby and dried her hair slightly then heard the door opening and screamed grabbing the towel and wrapping it around her before he entered. Her blush that was still visible got brighter as she now wore nothing beneath the towel and ran to the hallway before he could say anything. She sighed but was grateful she had grabbed the clothes before she had exited. She slipped the shirt on without a bra since hers was still wet and hanging up and he had not given her one. The shirt was the same as the other one but smaller going down to her waist. She would have to cover her chest with her hands most of the night after all. She then opened the package of undergarments he had given her and her face grew brighter seeing only thongs. Never had she worn one before and they looked uncomfortable. She picked one that was pink and black and put it on the way the girl and the picture wore it. Then slipped on some sweats that he has given her that kept slipping down her waist. Sighing she tied them up as right as she could but they still were loose. "I hate being so small..." She whispered to herself pouting.

After changing in the middle of the hallway, she got back to the closet she had originally changed in and hung the wet shirt up and put the thongs away somewhere. On e again she grew bright red realizing that she just changed in the middle of the hallway. He could have accidentally seen her or even watched the whole time! Repeatedly face palming herself, she turned out the light to the closet and ran back to the bedroom she had last seen Ganto in. Her face was a bright red and her sweats slipped down her waist. The shirt was thin and light and one arm was crossed over her chest to hide her boys from him. She looked up to him slowly and opened her mouth to speak so that he would be aware of her presence. "I'm done now, Ganto. Thank you very much for everything." She smiled weakly but then the thunder ruined it once again causing her to back up against a nearby wall in his room. The thunder strikes again.

Ganto had been standing in the hall after handing her the clothes, it was only luck that he had turned around to walk away but then realized he had almost forgotten something, and turned back around to see a fully nude Toraika dressing in front of him, totally oblivious to the fact he was there. He panicked, feeling that creeping sensation once again, and ran to his room without saying anything.

His testosterone levels were higher than they ever should have been. Or had been for a long time. He had never been with a woman, but this was completely overwhelming him. He stood next to the door when Toraika entered. She thanked him for everything, and then fell against the wall when thunder sounded. Ganto tried catching her but instead slid into her, against her on the wall, his hand placed gently against her waist.

As nature overtook him, and he started to lean in while staring into her glimmering eyes he whispered..

"I just want you to know..I didn't..I wasn't trying to...do this..I just...I can't keep myself away from you anymore. I've never seen a more beautiful and gracious being in all of my life, and to think you might feel like you've done a single thing wrong tonight...id like to show you that you haven't..right here.."

He went the distance and kissed her soft lips very gently. Thousands upon thousands of thoughts erupted through him. This wasn't normal for him to do. He was a planner, he had never been so spontaneous all in one night, and yet he was having fun he was very pleased with this result.
He would go in for a second kiss, following raw instinct, for he had never done this before. He pressed more against her upon the wall, not in a way that seemed forceful, but one that asserted his basic intentions at least. It was overwhelming...

Toraika couldn't breath and she couldn't move. The feeling of his lips on hers made her face grow brightly red and made her heart pick up and double time. She felt his body against hers and she knew what they were doing was wrong. In every little aspect. She promised herself she wouldn't ever touch another man since she met Dameon. She promised herself but he was dead. In every way she looked at it, he was dead. He wouldn't want her alone forever. Nor would he want her lonely. Ganto stopped that feeling of loneliness. He was alone too and always had been. She knew that he had never touched a girl like this, well as far as she could tell but he was a good kisser either way. She felt his hand on her waistband it sent chills up her spine. He was touching her waist. It was really happening. She even felt his tongue slide across hers as she sat against the wall with him kissing he against it. She felt a sensation throughout her body at the feel and thought of it.

She opened her eyes and looked at him in the kiss then pushed him back slightly to break the kiss gently. She had felt him push her against the wall a bit harder but it didn't hurt. She only was now aware that he was wanting to do more. It wasn't hard to figure out that he had never been with another girl, so she knew he wasn't trying to just use her. That much was apparent. She realized what was happening and she was letting it happen as well. She then wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned against him kissing him this time. It was so euphoric and in her mind she had always wanted him. The prince in the palace. He was a backwards version of what she always dreamed of. She was going to have him now too. Her face still red, her body trembling, her temperature rising, she broke the kiss again and looked him in his large dark eyes she was falling for. "I'm okay with this... And I want it too.." She was breathing a bit hard from lack of air in the kiss but was sure that what she was saying was the truth.

"I...I don't think I've ever wanted anything so badly in my life.."

He stammered to her, continuing to kiss her, increasing his vigor, putting more into it. His hands moved almost against his will, he was holding her waist on each side. Firmly. And then they began to slide down, exploring her legs as it seemed they locked into that point of no return. His heart pounded like a drum. Both of them struggled against one another's breathing as their tongues danced, and their lips slid across each other. Ganto must have been doing it properly, because she seemed to be melting to his every move. She was so delicate in everything they did, and this was a fun dance they were doing for sure. The two both wanted this, and neither of them planned it. That's what made it special. That's what made it grand.

He pulled her from the wall, gently but assertively and brought her to his bed. As they both lay across it, the warm, comforting fibers welcomed them, and he held his weight from her tiny form using one arm while he began teasing her, biting her lip gently while his other hand slid up her loose shirt and felt her breasts. It wasn't too long after that they were both undressed and the thunderstorm wouldn't be capable of competing with them for hours into the night, Ganto was no longer alone, and he felt like he never would be again.

Toraika smiled as he replied to her and she let him do as he pleased to her body. She felt his hands move all over body and she would let her hands roam his. She loved the feeling of his warm skin and loved even more the feeling of the sensation of the moment he took her to the large bed. The prince's bed she always drempt of. Her fairy tale was actually happening and the reality of it was unbelievable. There was times when he would touch her in certain areas that would make his name escape her lips in a whisper, and sometimes a scream.

She couldn't describe the feeling he gave her. It was a lot different than the first time she did it. It didn't hurt as much as the first time. It still hurt though but only a little. She embraced the pain and let the pleasure consume her. She would intertwine her fingers in his hair and let him use her as he wanted and as long as he wanted. Arching her back and throwing her head back became a common thing and kissing him deeply as he moved against her became common as well. She let the world slip away and only let the thought of having Ganto as hers to keep from being lonely anymore and the thought of the unspeakable act the committed, take control of her mind.

~FADE TO BLACK~

His eyes shot open to feeling of someone breathing gently in front of him in bed. At first, confusion, but then he relaxed. His arm was fastened around Toraika who was facing away from him, still without clothes under the blankets of his bed. He was sore, it had been...hours. The best night of his life to date. He gently climbed away from her as she still slept peacefully. He clothed himself, and went to the bathroom where he examined scratches on his back. Deep, and catlike. He was proud.

He splashed his own face with water and then went to his front door, examining that mail had been dropped through the mail slot. Letters from associates of his parents, flyers for local eateries. And then an envelope which looked to be from the administrative building! That's precisely what had been waiting on. He opened it up, and read it to himself.

"Ganto Netsu, we have placed you with a Jounin instructor who matches you in age. This will make it easier for you to relate by our studies. Her name is Toraika Yoisha..."

The letter kept on..but Ganto did not. A very strange sensation rolled over the guy as he realized one very simple truth. He had just had very intimate sex with his teacher. And she didn't know he was her student yet. He shook it off. This just meant they would be able to spend time together. This was a positive thing.

He went into the dining hall, and laid the letter upon the table, then prepared a very well done, and nice breakfast, ensuring not to use meat, because he had gathered that she didn't like it. Before he even realized it he has basically cooked every breakfast option in existence just to make sure there was something she would like. He then walked up the stairs and very gently shook her shoulder and kissed her in the cheek.

"Toraika, we should probably be up now." He said softly.

Toraika was dreaming soundly and the dream was something she couldn't remember as she was being shook away. The dream was incredible and she wanted to know what it was but as she woke up to see who had waken her she blushed deeply and smiled feeling a warm kiss to her cheek. She smiled and sat up feeling the blanket drop off of her chest, leaving it bare for a few seconds before she blushed and covered it with the sheet. He had seen plenty of then the night before, and actually early into the morning too. She felt her cheeks warm up again recalling it. Then as she shifted in bed, she whimpered a bit. She was sore. REALLY sore. More sore than she had been her first time. It wasn't hard to gather the answer to why that was though.

She looked back to Ganto who sat on the edge of the bed beside her. Then she took his hand and pulled him closer to her, to embrace him and lay against her chest. She could see the sun shining through the window which excited her. The storm had raged all night long but he had made her completely forget the thunder. It was amazing. She finally found what made her safe during thunderstorms. She could smell something delicious in the air and it excited her. "Thank you for last night... It was unforgettable and you were amazing in every way... That was really your first time?" She asked as he looked up at him her arms still around him.

As she held on to him, she asked if that had been his first time, and as that question ran it's course through his mind he grew red in embarrassment. He smiled and scratched his head.

"How did you know..? Did I do something weird? Yeah...that was my first time...I must say.. you definitely made it the night of my life!"

He kissed her forehead after going through the grueling process of explaining that she had just been the taker of his virginity. They made their way down the stairs, Ganto forgetting that she had no clothes on, but not caring either since this house was empty besides the two... And he had seen everything about her that night anyhow. He slid across the wooden floor in his socks like a child and revealed to her the feast which he had prepared.

He playfully smacked her butt as he passed by her on his way to place the letter he had received under her plate. Then he took his seat and waited for her to get her food.

Toraika had made sure to at least find a shirt on the floor from the frenzy the night before. It happened to be his white t-shirt. She slipped it on over her head. And followed her lover out of the room and down the long staircase. He was so much more playful now than he had been before he lost his virginity. She was flattered that it had been her and it made her red in the face.

"You didn't do anything wrong at all. You actually did everything more than just right... I knew you had to be if you grew up here by yourself... But you really proved yourself, Ganto.." She giggled and winked watching him slide across the floor. As he smacked her from behind she let out a moan/scream and blushed from it as her hands flew up to cover her mouth. "That's not fair!!" She then blushed deeply and say down where he set the plate of food. All vegetarian. She smiled seeing that he had taken the time to realize she didn't eat meat.

As she sat down she saw a piece of paper slipped under her plate. It was folded into thirds which meant he received it in a letter. "What's this? Is it a letter of yours?" She asked as she attempted to hand it back to him. She didn't want to read his mail. That would be extremely inappropriate of her.

"I guess that's because I had a lot to prove to a girl as amazing as you, Toraika." He said as he grinned at her from across the table, responding to a comment just a bit delayed. She was indeed not someone he would have imagined in his life at all 48 hours prior. She was a dream girl, her features all so delicate and cute, but her aspects as a woman were all filled in nicely. She was perfection in his eyes. She sat down to the vegan meal he had prepared and she noticed immediately the letter. She offered it back to him asking if it was his. He declined it with his hand gesture and said,

"Read it. I have to say, when I read it, I felt a lot more kinky about what happened last night,.." He dragged on this statement as she would read the letter, and by the time he saw her eyes dilate, letting him know she had seen what he wanted her to see, he finished the statement playfully.

"..Toraika Sensei."

He would stick out his tongue at her informally, teasing her at the fact that she had slept with a student. Then he would smile and take her hand from across the table.

"Don't worry, dear. Staying here studying all of this time had it's purpose. I'll be the most skilled student you've ever had...maybe. You still don't know what my specialty is do you Tor?"

He said this with relative playfulness. Then he went into a room behind the kitchen and around the corner, holding his puppet Hokugi. The demon puppet was awfully creepy looking, but very well made and of fair power when all things were considered.

"Puppetry and Genjutsu. From what the paper said, you have nothing to teach me in those fields, and that's probably why we have been paired. They know my past. They know I've been studying. Maybe we can both learn from each other during this experience. There's certainly still more of you for me to.." He winked "..explore."

Toraika smiled but was a bit confused by his comment. What could have made last night more kinky?? She opened the letter and began to read and her heart stoppe and her eyes widened. He even made the moment worse by calling her 'Toraika Sensei' right afterwards. She dropped the note and as he grabbed her hands and held them across the table. As he asked if she knew his specialty she shook her head slowly to respond no. As he let her hands go he left the room for a moment. She was able to close her mouth and swallow hard. She had sex with her student. It was amazing hot sex and he made her scream for hours and beg for more but still it was her student. The person she is supposed to take care of and teach and basically raise as her own in a way. She had sex with him. She even took his virginity.

Just as she was going to stand up, which was hard because of how sore she was, Ganto came back holding what looked like a demon but was made of wood. She immediately screamed and fell to the floor. It was scary but it was more the fact he surprised her like that. It was already difficult for her to stand as it was. It was true though. She had nothing to do with puppets or genjutsu. She began to tremble again from embarrassment. She slowly stood and pulled the shirt down to try and cover her butt and lady areas as her face grew more red.

"I need to go... This was wrong and a mistake and I should never have done this... I'm so sorry... When you see me again, we can pretend we never met and I can even go see if I can find you a new sensei... I can't believe I have done this... This isn't like me.. I don't know what to do... You saw me at my worst then at my most vulnerable... I slept with my student... Oh dear god.. What am I going to do..." She began to panic. She didn't think she was going to be able to deal with this.

Shock. That was her reaction to the note, to the puppet, to her sudden realization and everything coming together at once to form an actual scenario which was written in a night. She erupted after standing from the table, stating that she needed to leave, and that he could forget that this ever happened after she left, she fell to the ground after seeing his puppet, which he promptly threw into a separate room to avoid further shock.

She was a stammering, red faced mess before him and he felt the sting of her words as she weaved them. His facial expression suddenly drained of all of the playful humor he had been displaying throughout the morning and he looked at her, the mess that she had become in the last 10 seconds.

"Toraika Yoisha...is that how you truely feel? I... I told you.. I... I asked you if you wanted that. The warm feeling that I felt when you embraced me. Never once in my life have I ever felt that way. You took away the cold. You have me something I've been lacking, and I hope maybe I was able to do the same. We are basically the same age. We already established that you are ranks above me. Are you really going to run out of ...of this because of a title you've been assigned over me? I'm sorry if I've pulled you into something you didn't want to be a part of. Y..y..you have the key to the gate." He looked her in the eyes with what should have translated as an intense hope that she would reject his statement and come over to his arms. He even held out his arms a little instinctively at the thought. Ganto dipped his head to the floor and picked up his letter from the administrative building. From inside the envelope fell out a second letter that he had not seen before...he opened it, knowing Toraika hadnt left yet. The letter read

"To the Child of Ikone and Sei Netsu. We regret to inform you that they have been found on the battlefield in Kiri..." It went on further but he stopped reading. Now he silently hoped she would look away. Turn away before she saw it. He looked up to see if she was gone, his eyes clouded with tears.