1 Ok, So Maybe It's a Date? [Private/No Kill] Tue Nov 29, 2016 2:12 am
Misaki
D-rank
Misaki had never really thought much of his body. It was the standard for any shinobi - toned and defined muscles due to constant training. He had never been proud or self-conscious of it, so he hadn't thought twice when Ryuto proposed to move their outing to the Oasis Springs. They had arrived about half an hour before sundown. The place was relatively empty, since the desert had a tendency to grow cold at night. The water's natural heat made this an ideal time to come here, in Misaki's opinion. Sure, getting out of the water became a pain, but it was worth it. The area was nice to look at and it offered a wonderful view of the stars, farther away from the distracting lights of the village. Misaki hoped they would stay long enough to see them.
There were several small pools scattered across the sand and surrounding a much larger main pool. "Which one do you want? We pretty much have the whole place to ourselves, so you can take your pick, Ryuto-kun," he said to his companion. He called the boy by his first name, with an added honorific. Honestly, he would have been more comfortable calling him by his last name, but now that he thought about it, he didn't know what it was. Ryuto had only ever introduced himself as, well, Ryuto. Maybe there was a reason for that, Misaki thought. Even if there wasn't, it would be a little awkward to ask him about that now. He looked at the other boy, waiting for him to choose which of the springs they would bathe in. Once he did, Misaki would happily head towards it.
The blue haired boy slipped off his shoes and stepped onto the grass once they got there. It was an odd sensation, seeing as he was mostly used to feeling sand between his toes. He proceeded to unbutton his shirt. A shiver ran down his spine as the cooling air made contact with his bare skin. Without thinking too much about it, he removed his pants as well and set his clothes in a neatly folded pile next to his shoes.
The pattern on his boxers was a set of tiny orange scuttling lizards on a navy blue background. His boxers were one of the few things he didn't by at thrift shops and secondhand stores. It was a hygiene thing. Since he spent his savings on them, he always spent a little extra on them. These were his favorite, seeing as they were decorated with his favorite animal. That wasn't what drew most attention, though.
Misaki's pale skin was covered in a multitude of scars. The pattern on his back matched that of his chest - gashes, cuts and whip marks from the torture he received when he misbehaved or when his captor needed some form of entertainment for his guests. There were several ones across his thighs, where his femoral artery was, where he had been bled for days at a time until he was at the brink of death. No one ever asked about them and even if they did, it was unlikely that the boy would tell the story about their true origin. He would make something up, describe several missions or training sessions gone wrong. After all, scars were a normal part of shinobi life. It was why he was only marginally self-conscious of them.
Part of him wanted to look at Ryuto while he undressed. Another chastised it for wanting to interrupt on his privacy while a third tried to ask why he wanted to peek in the first place. Finding no rational answer, Misaki decided against it. Instead, he dipped his foot in the water to test the temperature. It was a little bit hot, but nothing that he couldn't handle. Deciding it was alright, he took a few steps back to get a running start and cannonball into the spring. He laughed after he did. This was nice. He definitely needed the rest and relaxation.
It was at this point that he caught sight of Ryuto's lean and toned body. It was... It was... Misaki couldn't find the right words to describe the strange feeling he now had in the pit of his stomach. He had felt it before when Ryuto put his hand on his, but this was more intense. Misaki felt... drawn to it? That was strange. Why would he be drawn to another guy's body? He looked at his all the time, this shouldn't be anything different, so why was it? A blush spread across his face. He had lost count of how many times that had happened today.
There were several small pools scattered across the sand and surrounding a much larger main pool. "Which one do you want? We pretty much have the whole place to ourselves, so you can take your pick, Ryuto-kun," he said to his companion. He called the boy by his first name, with an added honorific. Honestly, he would have been more comfortable calling him by his last name, but now that he thought about it, he didn't know what it was. Ryuto had only ever introduced himself as, well, Ryuto. Maybe there was a reason for that, Misaki thought. Even if there wasn't, it would be a little awkward to ask him about that now. He looked at the other boy, waiting for him to choose which of the springs they would bathe in. Once he did, Misaki would happily head towards it.
The blue haired boy slipped off his shoes and stepped onto the grass once they got there. It was an odd sensation, seeing as he was mostly used to feeling sand between his toes. He proceeded to unbutton his shirt. A shiver ran down his spine as the cooling air made contact with his bare skin. Without thinking too much about it, he removed his pants as well and set his clothes in a neatly folded pile next to his shoes.
The pattern on his boxers was a set of tiny orange scuttling lizards on a navy blue background. His boxers were one of the few things he didn't by at thrift shops and secondhand stores. It was a hygiene thing. Since he spent his savings on them, he always spent a little extra on them. These were his favorite, seeing as they were decorated with his favorite animal. That wasn't what drew most attention, though.
Misaki's pale skin was covered in a multitude of scars. The pattern on his back matched that of his chest - gashes, cuts and whip marks from the torture he received when he misbehaved or when his captor needed some form of entertainment for his guests. There were several ones across his thighs, where his femoral artery was, where he had been bled for days at a time until he was at the brink of death. No one ever asked about them and even if they did, it was unlikely that the boy would tell the story about their true origin. He would make something up, describe several missions or training sessions gone wrong. After all, scars were a normal part of shinobi life. It was why he was only marginally self-conscious of them.
Part of him wanted to look at Ryuto while he undressed. Another chastised it for wanting to interrupt on his privacy while a third tried to ask why he wanted to peek in the first place. Finding no rational answer, Misaki decided against it. Instead, he dipped his foot in the water to test the temperature. It was a little bit hot, but nothing that he couldn't handle. Deciding it was alright, he took a few steps back to get a running start and cannonball into the spring. He laughed after he did. This was nice. He definitely needed the rest and relaxation.
It was at this point that he caught sight of Ryuto's lean and toned body. It was... It was... Misaki couldn't find the right words to describe the strange feeling he now had in the pit of his stomach. He had felt it before when Ryuto put his hand on his, but this was more intense. Misaki felt... drawn to it? That was strange. Why would he be drawn to another guy's body? He looked at his all the time, this shouldn't be anything different, so why was it? A blush spread across his face. He had lost count of how many times that had happened today.
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