1 Banishing Doubts [Tenzo/Private/No Kill] Wed Jul 08, 2015 4:39 pm
Shinako
D-rank
As Tenzo bowed and asked for her forgiveness, Shinako once again scanned the area for signs of other people. Seeing none, she decided to make the best of the situation. She had her doubts about this man already. Tenzo was a shinobi. He was highly ranked. He was injured. Small conversational cues were enough to move him to yelling. All of the evidence added up to her conclusion. This man was hardened, possibly damaged, and certainly dangerous. Now he stood before her, blocking her escape. However, he seemed calm enough for the moment, and Shinako decided that being direct about the situation would work best to her benefit.
"Please, Tenzo. We've only just met. Do not ask my forgiveness, because of course you already have it. If you need time to clear your head, I will gladly excuse you."
Listening to herself as she spoke, she thought that her introduction was good, and that her voice was soothing enough.
"I have not acquainted you well with myself...you see, despite my earlier outburst, I am generally a quiet girl, and you can surely see how a man as imposing as yourself might frighten someone with my...delicate constitution."
She cocked her head to the side with her last words, putting on her sweetest smile as she entreated him to remain calm. Perhaps a little bit of feminine guile would convince the raging beast within him to see it her way.
With her left hand Shinako gently patted the seat beside her once more, hoping that Tenzo would resume his former positon, so as to no longer be looming over her, his hair an almost impossibly dark halo against the background of the sky. For a moment she had even glimpsed the world-famous sharingan.
As this occured, Shinako's heart threatened to leap out of her chest. Her pulse must have been well over its normal resting rate to make the throbbing beneath her breast and behind her eyes so intense. This was how she felt sometimes when she sparred with a particularly dangerous opponent, though it was completely foreign territory for her within the normally docile confines of conversation. If someone were to ask her to be truthful about the ordeal later, she would have admitted somewhat shamefully that she had been scared.
The young woman continued to flash her most winning smile, the squinting at the corner of her eyes doubling as protection from the sun in case she had to react quickly, though she doubted that if Tenzo truly wanted to hurt her there was anything she could do but cry out for help. And so, Shinako waited patiently for a few moments before outstretching her left hand to take Tenzo's right hand, slipping it gracefully from the hem of her long sleeve in an attempt to guide him kindly back to his seat.
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"Please, Tenzo. We've only just met. Do not ask my forgiveness, because of course you already have it. If you need time to clear your head, I will gladly excuse you."
Listening to herself as she spoke, she thought that her introduction was good, and that her voice was soothing enough.
"I have not acquainted you well with myself...you see, despite my earlier outburst, I am generally a quiet girl, and you can surely see how a man as imposing as yourself might frighten someone with my...delicate constitution."
She cocked her head to the side with her last words, putting on her sweetest smile as she entreated him to remain calm. Perhaps a little bit of feminine guile would convince the raging beast within him to see it her way.
With her left hand Shinako gently patted the seat beside her once more, hoping that Tenzo would resume his former positon, so as to no longer be looming over her, his hair an almost impossibly dark halo against the background of the sky. For a moment she had even glimpsed the world-famous sharingan.
As this occured, Shinako's heart threatened to leap out of her chest. Her pulse must have been well over its normal resting rate to make the throbbing beneath her breast and behind her eyes so intense. This was how she felt sometimes when she sparred with a particularly dangerous opponent, though it was completely foreign territory for her within the normally docile confines of conversation. If someone were to ask her to be truthful about the ordeal later, she would have admitted somewhat shamefully that she had been scared.
The young woman continued to flash her most winning smile, the squinting at the corner of her eyes doubling as protection from the sun in case she had to react quickly, though she doubted that if Tenzo truly wanted to hurt her there was anything she could do but cry out for help. And so, Shinako waited patiently for a few moments before outstretching her left hand to take Tenzo's right hand, slipping it gracefully from the hem of her long sleeve in an attempt to guide him kindly back to his seat.
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