1 Subordinate, Student, or Friend? [Training/Nanashi/NK] Fri Mar 20, 2015 6:14 pm
Jet
D-rank
Why did Nana-chan bring us here?
Questions circulated around her unassumingly placid mind as its gears worked overtime trying to understand the situation. It was odd for someone to seek her out unless its to be arrested or scolded for her actions which are infamous among the country's populaces though not much mischief had steamed from her lately aside from the occasional stalking or two but she supposed she could only have that person to blame for that. Ever since that fall out with that ANBU Rhino, she hasn't really had much time alone to herself. It was pretty hard to when he practically followed her every move. She didn't understand why he did though as he suspected her of something, he had no reason to nor evidence to back up his action. If anything in the eyes of the populace she was a punk with a mental disorder and an unnerving lust for blades who enjoyed pranks. Of course the police force knew better but they could really careless about the lives of some thugs. As long as they didn't try to start an uprising they wouldn't do a thing, even if it means letting a murderous loose cannon roam the streets, stalking their prey.
Maybe he is just miffed about the graveyard incident?
Sure she lied though there wasn't any evidence that supported the notion and by his reaction it was certain that he didn't search for any, dismissing her actions as being perfectly normal for the wayward shinobi. He was however upset that a mere child, she scoffed at the thought of it, got away with him. He kept dismissing as a fluke, that it was just her being her, a delinquent. From his mannerisms and how he acted towards her she could honestly say that she wasn't impressed. Figures she get the snobbish ones. It really grated her nerves whenever someone acted so arrogantly. People tend to forget that life, especially the path of the shinobi, is the art of deception in and of itself. A ninja is more trained than a bandit with a sword but its the bandit's inguenity to survive what keeps the ninja on there toes.
A genin could kill a kage with enough skill
Jester shut up and stop with the scary stuff
Oh please kid grow up the rest of us already did
Grow up! Oh please you'r-
Both of you zip it and stop getting our thoughts jumbled I'm in control!
Fiiine
One of the voices mumbled 'Though she started it'
Oh that's it screw it brat you're dead!
Behave!
Jester shut up and stop with the scary stuff
Oh please kid grow up the rest of us already did
Grow up! Oh please you'r-
Both of you zip it and stop getting our thoughts jumbled I'm in control!
One of the voices mumbled 'Though she started it'
Oh that's it screw it brat you're dead!
Behave!
Unaware of the conflict brewing within the inner depths of her mind Jet breathed a heavy sigh of boredom and exasperation as she buttoned the first three buttons of her top down and loosened her tie to let her breath a little better but not revealing much more cleavage though she could care less. Her armor was in the wash along with most of her clothes so she was forced into letting Maki dress her. She shivered violently as she didn't want to remember the traumatizing. The stoic blacksmith was usually so composed and matured but when it came to clothes she was a demon. Damn she will never let Jet live the experience down; especially with all the pictures she took. However she can't complain, after much negotiation and strenuous closet exposure she luckily ended up with an outfit not too exposing. It wasn't that she didn't like to show off her body it's just after an incident when she spoke to the ANBU she didn't enjoy the feeling of unprotected, almost to the point she felt nude without any armor or complete and total converge of her body. Today she wore a cropped grey vertically stripped dress shirt with rolled up black cuffs that match her open vest with silver button engraved with the iwa insignia with a long tie that reached her abdomen. Her bottom was left protected by a pair of cargo short and her legs with clad in sheer black thigh high tights along with a pair of knee high combat boots. The only aspects that remained the same were her gloves, goggles, and lip rings.
When is Nana-chan going to get here we're starting to get bored...
"Maybe he is preoccupied with a surgery" Kira commented as she awoke with a resounding yawn from her nap in the genin's lap.
Jet shrugged and petted the two-tailed nekomata's fur, her actions courteously received with a blissful purr. "He is the head of all the hospitals. Any doctor can deal with that bore. If anything should keep him away it should be the paperwork but those things are nothing a kage bushin and a young peppery secretary can't fix"
Kira's tails swished along her thigh like satin and she opened one red eye glancing at her nonchalantly "A meeting then? I see no reason for him to keep you waiting Jetsu-"
For a moment the air froze as her latent killer intent spiked aimed at the nekomata and crimson eyes bore down at her in silent rage. Not a moment too soon she closed them as they shifted back to amber and breathed out deeply reopening them, the sudden thirst for blood disappeared as soon as it came. "Don't call us that, ever; our friendship be damned" She spoke this all too monotone, a definite contrast to her usual vibrant nature yet her lips formed a soft smile on face "The view from here is nice"
Kira remained silent throughout the endeavor but respected her friend's wishes, deciding to end the topic for now and closed eyes as she returned to sleep, purring contently every now and then whenever she was petted.
986~