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Steaming point reached. Commencing burn affects. (Jutsu Training) Fri Nov 15, 2013 1:23 am
Jurou
S-rank
Spark of the moment. The time was now. His strength was constantly wasting doing nothing at all. He had an objective to complete. He had obstacles in his direction. This was not going to stop him from getting stronger and stronger. He traveled far east to the Fissure Training Grounds, so he could sit down and relax, but he couldn't. The memories started to come back to him and haunt him. This time, it was the memories of his past relationship with Gin at Sunagakure. They had the best of times together. When it came to being silly, or being playful and sexy, they were a dynamic couple. A power couple who had powerful kids with their separate Kekkei Genkai together. These memories haunted him, but these was the memories that kept him going good for so long. He had some training to accomplish. These thoughts would have to be put on hold for now. He now had to train his Boil Release tactics once more. This time, it was broken down into four different techniques: Great Dragon Bullet, Corrosive Blind and Grasp, and Steam Consolation. The first technique that came to his knowledge was none other than Great Dragon Bullet itself. The mysterious male had on the more usual attire. He sported a red hoodie that was zipped up all the way along with the strings tied together. Under the hoodie was not important since the hoodie always covered it up. He wore the traditional ninja pants and sported the tabi (traditional japanese-split sock) as his footwear.
Cold, bitter eyes scanned the surroundings in this new village called Iwagakure. It was rocky and full of mountains, much good use for the male to start melting things that could normally not melt at all. The terrain alone was quiet for him to just sit back and relax and reminisce, but even that it was not good enough for him. He needed to continue his training, or at least start on it, but... the flashbacks of his past life came to him, and he trained while thinking of those flashbacks. The first flashback was a difficult one to train to: The relationship between Gin and Jurou at a very young age.
He couldn't stop shaking the feeling out of his hand. The powerful ex-Mizukage, Jurou Osada, feeling soft again? The years did make him weak after all...
The flashback had occurred three years ago; three long, gruesome, painful years ago in Jurou's eyes. It was at that time Gin was 15 years old, and Jurou was 16. They were both Chuunin at that, always fighting; sparring; playing around. This was after the incident after his father had passed by his hands. He still sighed, but at least seeing his girlfriend Gin made his day. Gin Kuroka, a beautiful and intelligent kunoichi with the Kekkai Genkai of a masterpiece; something even Jurou had trouble winning against. But Jurou had Boil Release, so parts of Gin's clothing came off in the process with her itching at that. At the end of the day, the two loved each other. Jurou was still the cynical, anti-social, no emotion type of guy back then, but it was something about Gin that made him change that for some odd reason. Sunagakure is where they were located at the time, where Jurou had permission of the Mizukage to infiltrate on a mission but decided to pay Sunagakure a visit first. He wore the standard Kirigakure flak jacket with the regular ninja attire. They were both Kenjutsu users, so swords were all on their ideal when they sparred together. But, onward to more important things; the whole start of how this had happened. Sunagakure, village hidden in the sand. It was hot, humid, and such a warm atmosphere everywhere you go. Jurou felt uncomfortable being in a village where it was little cold, but mostly hot. Gin had invited Jurou into her home and what surprise to Jurou, no one was home except her. "I see you live by yourself. Must be good doing so." Jurou spoke to Gin. They were both young, but had big dreams as the ninjas they were. It did not matter to Jurou, as long as he wanted to see Gin happy under any circumstances, he would do anything to protect her from all costs. Jurou kept his vision alert; looking at all of his surroundings and whatnot, pinpointing the exits, just in case of a needed emergency.
Jurou then spotted the little ninja-like board games on the table. He pondered the fact that they should at least do something before he takes his departure for his mission. But, nonetheless he would have to wait on it. He still had unknown whereabouts of where Soshin, his father's sword, and was destined to find the sword after his visit with Gin at the moment. "I like to make a bet with you." He said to Gin while looking at her. Jurou wasn't really in the mood for activities but, hey, wouldn't hurt no one if he decided to do some activities. Liquor was everywhere, on the ground; on the kitchen table; and on the counter. The best way to get Gin's attention is for her to drink. Jurou soaked up the guts to finally come out and say it, "I can drink more liquor then you can." Jurou wasn't really much of a drinking type, and he definitely wasn't going to push himself into being one. But, this was his girlfriend for 3 years so he had to make some sacrifices to please her.
Jurou was a workaholic trying to get stronger. He would always do missions for the Mizukage if it means increasing his rank and making him grow stronger within each mission, and teaching him new things while going to different villages at the moment, since he knows everything of what there is to know in Kirigakure. Jurou was the type of Chuunin that stated, I don't have time for silly Boyfriend-Girlfriend nonsense. He thought to himself when sitting on Gin's couch. But, there was something different about Gin that made him wander about what he was thinking. Maybe he was a stick-in-the-mud, in which everybody was calling him because he would never have any leisure time to do nothing else except train. Jurou wouldn't blame them, but that was what he liked to do.
Gin Kuroka – born a mere merchant, under the name Gin Nanahara – hadn’t always been what she was today. Her former self was but a shadow of what she had become. At age 15, she was empty; she had been for a while. A year before, when she had met Jurou, she was plagued by loss, misery and sadness. It was around that time that she had discovered alcohol – a temporary way of escaping the overwhelming guilt that invaded her mind, her very soul, every time she closed her eyes and every time she found herself alone. Images of his face – she dare not speak his name, even inside her own thoughts – smiling at her like he always did always crept into her mind at night. So she cried herself to sleep every single night, because it was her fault that he was gone. It was around that time that a group of shinobi from Kirigakure had traveled to Suna. It was part of her job to take care of them, to show them around the Hidden Sand Village and make sure that they had everything they needed. It was a simple, mindless task that kept the young kunoichi busy. She accepted the job without second thought. It was there that she met Jurou Osada. He was a handsome man, just one year her senior. He had white hair and light eyes, much like her own. At that time, they were both around the same height. In other words, short as hell. In him she would eventually find comfort. With him, she would eventually begin to feel like her old self again. She began to smile, she began to laugh. But above all, she began to truly forget. A small part of her felt as if she were betraying his memory, but she did her best to ignore it. She had a right to be happy, or so she told herself. And so, she and Jurou began to date after a short while. She had been the one to ask him out, knowing that he would likely never do it himself. He wasn’t the type. Jurou was cold and distant, but that was only the surface. Gin saw much more than that. She knew that he could be incredibly kind, trustworthy, someone she could count on. She would well ahead come to change the way she saw him completely, but more on that later.
After one year of dating, they were both in her home. “You know I’ve lived alone for over a year, now, Jurou,” She said in a sing song tone, smiling at him as he took a seat on her couch. As always, there was a scowl on his face. “Jurou wants a hug~!” She called out, jumping into the couch and almost violently wrapping her arms around him. Back then, she didn’t wear the kind of clothing – or lack of clothing – that she did now. She wore the standard Sunagakure jacket and tight black pants. It was a simple outfit, easy to move in. She tied her hair in a tall pony tail and still wore her headband proudly on her forehead. She was only a closet pervert back then and was rather embarrassed when anyone asked her what she was reading. She kept her perverted novels hidden, even from Jurou. She eased up, knowing that Jurou wasn’t a fan of physical contact. She settled for simply sitting next to him with a small smile on her face. “Hm?” She said when Jurou asked if she wanted to make a bet. He had sparked her curiosity. “A bet?” She repeated before he went on to explain himself. So he wanted a drinking competition? That was quite unlike him. She was slightly taken aback. “You, Jurou Osada, want to try and outdrink me?” She asked before she burst out laughing. Her alcoholic tolerance was higher than that of most people. She drank constantly, after all. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, Jurou!” She said. “But if you insist, I suppose I can go get the drinks.” She said as she got up from the couch, resisting the urge to kiss his cheek, and headed towards the counter. She paused for a moment before she pulled out a bottle of vodka – her personal favorite – from the fridge. “What’s in it for me, though?” She asked. If it was a bet, there had to be something that they could each win or lose, after all. If not, they couldn’t really call it a bet.
He couldn't help but shake the feeling of that flashback. All the while, he did complete two of his Boil Release jutsu: Great Dragon Bullet and Steam Consolation. The other two were going to be a complete pain in the ass for him to even handle. Yet again he was still feeling soft. He sighed, trying to shake it off. It was back to training once more. Maybe then... maybe then that would trail his mind off of the flashback...
But it was of no good use as the flashback did nothing but came back to his memories once more...
Jurou was a workaholic trying to get stronger. He would always do missions for the Mizukage if it means increasing his rank and making him grow stronger within each mission, and teaching him new things while going to different villages at the moment, since he knows everything of what there is to know in Kirigakure. Jurou was the type of Chuunin that stated, I don't have time for silly Boyfriend-Girlfriend nonsense. He thought to himself when sitting on Gin's couch. But, there was something different about Gin that made him wander about what he was thinking. Maybe he was a stick-in-the-mud, in which everybody was calling him because he would never have any leisure time to do nothing else except train. Jurou wouldn't blame them, but that was what he liked to do. He was born into a small, snowy-like town in the outskirts of Kirigakure. His family was more of a nuclear family, two parents and their dependent children/child. But all of that changed when his parents were killed in an ambush. That's when everything went haywire, and the killing intent start to come into place, and Jurou's personality from cheerful, changed to mere hatred. Until Gin came along. He heard intel of a little girl with a very powerful Kekkai Genkai, and he was assigned to inspect the girl and bring her to Kirigakure for further background examination of how her clan worked. When first seeing the girl, Jurou thought that she was very beautiful and pretty in appearance, a sight that any man would want to have. She was young, a one year junior. Jurou made sure that he continued on with the mission, but left the inspection part to someone else, and further spend time with Gin. He kept his tanto set vertically behind his right shoulder just in case. The more and more they spend time with each other, the more and more Jurou felt closer to her. He never had the mother-figure he once had, but Gin was something more then that, and Jurou made sure she stayed that way.
After the one year of being in a relationship with Gin, they both settled in her home where Jurou would stay until it was his time for him to depart to Konohagakure to continue the mission. Jurou felt the hug that was given to him, a warm, nice hug. But, then again, Gin eased up because she knew that Jurou wasn't the physical contact-type of person. Which was true, sadly. But, Jurou paid little attention to that and sneaked a small kiss on the forehead for his appreciation. When he saw that look on Gin's face, she thought that he was joking. Jurou wasn't the drinking type, but he had his fair share of liquor with Isshin at that time. "I see there is a problem to my bet with you. We can postpone it." Jurou said. Too late, Gin had already got the battle of Vodka. But wait, no Lemon Ciroc? This was not his day. But he would leave it alone. Gin's confidence was higher then her tight black ninja pants to her waistline, and Jurou shook his head at that. Jurou chuckled at that statement. "And like that you lost me. But, that's funny. I want Lemon Ciroc." Jurou said, sounding like a hypnotist with his last dialogue. He heard the pouring of the drinks and eventually what Gin said. What's in it for her? Hmm... "A kiss. Preferably something much more. What did you have in mind?" Jurou said. That was the first thing that came to his head, and preferably, a good thing at that. "Take your time. No rush sweetie." Jurou said, calling her what she called him while in the relationship.
A quizzical look formed on Gin's face as she felt Jurou press his lips lightly to her forehead. He rarely ever showed her any form of affection, but she was glad whenever he did. She appreciated; it often made her smile and laugh. His lack of affection only made her appreciate him even more whenever he went out of his way to make her smile. But in retrospect, maybe he never did make her happy just for the sake of making her happy. Maybe her happiness was just a consequence of the things he did for himself. But she would never know now. Jurou would never admit it. "What's gotten into you today?" She said, searching her fridge for the bottle of Lemon Ciroc that he had asked for. All she had in her fridge back then was alcohol, not too different from how things were now. But she now had to stop drinking. She wondered how that would affect her mental and physical health. But that would come later. She could think of that later on. "You've kissed me and asked me for a drink in the past five minutes, not to mention the fact that you finally agreed to come to my house after a whole year of dating. Tell me, who are you and what have you done to the Jurou Osada I know? Or did someone slip drugs into you breakfast?" She asked, teasing him mostly. She knew that he found her teasing uncomfortable most of the time, but that was why she liked it. Jurou was adorable when he blushed. She downright burst into laughter when he suggested something more than a kiss. She put her hand to his forehead and the other to her own to as if trying to tell if he had a fever. Not that she actually could if she wanted to. Kuroka were bad with all things medicine. "No fever..." She mumbled. "Delusional maybe..?" She asked, pretending to talk to herself. She brushed her hand against his hair, gauging for a reaction. She wanted to see if he would go back to his usual self if she showed him any sort of affection. She stopped running her hand through his hair and cupped his cheek. She slowly inched her lips closer to his, but gave him time to stop her. She wouldn't be surprised if she did. Actually, she would only laugh. What would surprise her was him letting her actually kiss his lips. Regardless of whether he kissed her or not, she would then turn to the bar and swallow her shot in one gulp. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and sighed happily. "Let's see... what do I want from the great Jurou Osada?" She said, pondering for a moment. A couple of ideas ran through her head, making her blush. "You say you want more than a kiss, right?" She asked, testing the waters before proposing her next idea. Back then, she wasn't the confident woman that she was now. "How about we take shots. First person to start getting tipsy loses a piece of clothing, deal?" She asked, trying to make herself seem like she knew what she was doing.
His breath was cold... and out of it at the much. Shit that was a long training session. And to think that the memories would even past the time. Not even close. The jutsu that had caught his attention that he had trouble with most was the dressed Corrosive Grasp. That was one of the Boil Release jutsu that had made the ranks of even S-rank, a jutsu that Jurou was not familiar with at all times. Why did he have so much trouble with this one tehcnique? The other techniques were a peace of cake to him. Well... except Consolation. Why was these two techniques such a pain to him? Was it because he was weak at heart? No... that was not it. He was the coldest and the calmest Mizukage that Kirigakure before his departure. Did he...
...feel worried? No! No! He would never believe such idiocy ever in his life. It was time for more training. Utilizing the Boar hand seal, which was the initial hand seal for Boil Release users, he concentrated the chakra inside him and converted the chakra into Boil Release chakra. He was now serious in his elements. It was time to now show the world the difference between Mist... and Steam. He was the hottest being in the world right now, not literally. His jutsu was even capable of melting the ribs of the almighty Susano'o a few centuries ago. He was going to show all of the five major countries that Jurou Osada, the sole leader of the Osada Clan and Boil Release master, was still in one piece. Whoever stood in his way... would be severely melted in death and decay, then his body would dematerialized into the steam-like chakra and make his departure. For now, it was time for more training. One thing was for sure...
...those cold, bitter look in his eyes came back with a devil-like vengeance. Those soft memories came back to him while he was training some more. It had came closer to the end as well. Good. All he needed was a bit more concentration with his arsenal. Then, he would be complete.
In a relationship, yes you do have to be yourself, but there are some things you also do to surprise your mate; and that was what Jurou did with the kiss. He knew that the kiss gave Gin a 'omg what just happened' look on her face, because Jurou wasn't all this passionate and affectionate, but he promised her he would be so. Jurou wanted to see Gin smile more and more, so why not lack the feeling of affectionate to make her smile even more? "I'm at least trying to be affectionate. Bare with me." Jurou said in a cold, yet quiet tone to his girlfriend. Did Jurou change because he was in his first relationship? Or because Gin reminded him of his dead mother? So kind, passionate, peaceful, playful, and loving? It never occurred to Jurou at the slightest. But, he loved doing what he does the most, making her think twice. "The same Jurou Osada is right here, just being a polite, soft-spoken individual at the moment. I'll stop." Jurou said, getting to the point. He never thought he did something wrong. He just wanted to surprise his girlfriend and show her that she meant so much to him. He didn't blush this time, but a small red cheek came across his cheekbone, damnit... the blushing was slowly kicking in. As he saw the kiss coming in, more surprising. He took the urge to kiss her back on the lips. Gasp! Jurou... no... yes. Now Jurou know why she reminded him of his mother, that kiss. He remembered his mother telling him, "When you meet a lovely lady, surprise her. It will give her something to think about; a good thinking, because you never done it before." His mother's exact words, and Jurou did that. Grabbing his cup, he shot the ciroc down in one gulp, feeling the cold liquor in his stomach. It was nothing new. He gave up drinking when he became a Special Jounin to pursue his dreams of getting stronger and faster. Jurou listened in to what Gin had said about the small bet. A piece of clothing eh? Sounds kinky. She was confident at that. She wasn't like this when she met Jurou. Jurou didn't change her in the slightest, just opened her eyes a bit to life. He would crack a small smile when Gin tried to act like she knew what she was doing. "Fine with me." That was all Jurou had to say to get the bet going.
Gin's eyes went wide as she felt her lips connect with Jurou's. She was surprised, but she relished the feeling of being close to the man she loved - or thought she loved. Three years later, she wasn't sure of what she felt for him. Had it been real? Genuine? Maybe. She would never really know now, would she? But at that time she smiled into the kiss and let Jurou hold her. Once the kiss ended, she would simply smile at him. "Trying to be affectionate, huh?" Gin repeated, mostly to herself. "Well, I like it. Keep it up!" She said to him now, kissing his cheek as she moved both the bottles and shot glasses to the coffee table in front of the couch and sat. She grabbed the remote control for the TV and decided to turn it on. Having some background noise while they drank would be nice, especially if she could find some good music playing. But she had forgotten a key detail. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped. Her face flushed a bright crimson red as she fumbled with the remote to turn the TV off again. Sounds of someone's passionate lovemaking filled the room as an erotic scene played on the TV. Why had she not changed the channel again? She forgot, honestly. She had never actually expected Jurou to accept her invitation. In her nervousness, she wound up dropping the remote on the ground before she finally picked it up and managed to turn the TV off. "Well that was... Awkward." She said, avoiding Jurou's gaze altogether. She just hoped and prayed that he wouldn't comment on it. She shifted the topic back to the drinks as fast as she could. "Well, you're one drink behind," She said quickly, her words running over each other. She took another shot to calm herself down. "Correction, two shots behind." She said, still avoiding his gaze and pouring the third shot.
Seeing her reaction to Jurou's kiss on the lips was priceless. Kind of glad she didn't expect it all. Jurou thought to himself at the moment. Good job Jurou; good job. This was the 5th time Jurou had ever seen Gin blush from his kisses, as he rarely gives them to her because he wasn't much of an affectionate type of person. Probably because no one has ever brought out that side of him all his life after his mother died. It never happened; It just never happened. Jurou just wasn't the affectionate type after his parents died. He's not a mother's boy, he just stayed close to his mother when his father had left the village; being banished from the village at that. Having being close to his mother meant everything to him. Now, it is just a haunting memory, both a good thing and a bad thing in regarding to his father's killing of the Osada clan. But enough Jurou's past, his present was what mattered to him right now. As to what Gin said, "I'll try." He said, teasing Gin in the process of doing so. He crept a small smile as she turned on some soothing music and then she turned the TV on but quickly turned it off because of what they were watching. Jurou's face cheeks got a little red himself because he did not expect a love-making movie scene turn right straight into a pornographic, erotic scene on TV going on when she had the TV on. "Really?" He questioned her, teasing her some more. His short comment wouldn't last long, but why not say it? "That would be the first thing you turned on..." He said, teasing her some more. Jurou liked being passionate and affectionate. It gave Gin alot to think about. His favorite thing out of her was to see that beautiful smile of hers whenever she got happy and all lovey dovey. Although Jurou never had that feeling, it felt good for once. To feel that feeling with someone who you loved - or had thought you loved. Three years later, Jurou did not what to feel of Gin, but he hoped it lasted for a good time. Jurou then grabbed another cup of Ciroc and killed the drink in one gulp. This was just kitty play to him, "Two shot overkill." He said as he looked at Gin as he pour his third shot.
And of course Jurou would tease her for having erotic content on her television. It didn’t help that she actually paid an extra part of her salary every month to subscribe to that channel. Again, she kept silent as he teased her, hoping that he would forget about it soon. She had no such luck. “Shut up,” She mumbled helplessly. “So what if I like watching that kind of stuff? It’s not like you don’t,” She tried to defend herself, though she didn’t sound too confident, to be honest, quite the contrary. But could he blame her? She knew that men were into that sort of stuff. Was it wrong for a woman to like it just because she was a woman? Gin didn’t think so. She watched as Jurou easily downed the other shot and pursed her lips. “Hmm…” She said, pouring him another. “This is going too slow,” She said, taking the equivalent of four more shots directly from the bottle in just one go. There. She felt more confident now, or at least she would in a couple of minutes. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and set the bottle on the table again. She then decided to approach Jurou. If he was bent on showing more affection, she might as well make sure that that was true. She got close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She hugged him tightly to her and kissed his lips slowly at first. She now felt the oh so familiar buzz of the alcohol run through her body. She slowly separated herself from him and smiled. “I think it’s already my turn to take something off!” She said, laughing at herself. Might as well start, right? She slowly unzipped her standard issue flak jacket, trying a little clumsily to tease him. Because of the heat in Suna, she never really wore anything underneath it except her bra. It felt… strange to reveal herself like that to Jurou.
And of course Jurou would tease her for having erotic content on her television. It didn’t help that she actually paid an extra part of her salary every month to subscribe to that channel. Again, she kept silent as he teased her, hoping that he would forget about it soon. She had no such luck. “Shut up,” She mumbled helplessly. “So what if I like watching that kind of stuff? It’s not like you don’t,” She tried to defend herself, though she didn’t sound too confident, to be honest, quite the contrary. But could he blame her? She knew that men were into that sort of stuff. Was it wrong for a woman to like it just because she was a woman? Gin didn’t think so. She watched as Jurou easily downed the other shot and pursed her lips. “Hmm…” She said, pouring him another. “This is going too slow,” She said, taking the equivalent of four more shots directly from the bottle in just one go. There. She felt more confident now, or at least she would in a couple of minutes. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and set the bottle on the table again. She then decided to approach Jurou. If he was bent on showing more affection, she might as well make sure that that was true. She got close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She hugged him tightly to her and kissed his lips slowly at first. She now felt the oh so familiar buzz of the alcohol run through her body. She slowly separated herself from him and smiled. “I think it’s already my turn to take something off!” She said, laughing at herself. Might as well start, right? She slowly unzipped her standard issue flak jacket, trying a little clumsily to tease him. Because of the heat in Suna, she never really wore anything underneath it except her bra. It felt… strange to reveal herself like that to Jurou.
Jurou looked at Gin as she blushed when he had caught on to what happened. He let out nothing but a small laugh with a slight smirk at the end. He loved being smarter than she was. As he heard what she said as she tried to defend herself, it was a good defense, but not strong enough against Jurou's offense at that. "I don't actually. Usually I wouldn't have time to be watching television. Just work, and train. Besides, I bet there's even more channels of different titled movies but with the same erotic tension in it." Jurou said in blunt honesty, but in a nice voice. Jurou was right, he was a hard-working shinobi of Kirigakure. He wanted to become strong as a Chuunin, and nothing will stop him at achieving past his limits and even pass that to more exciting expectations. As Gin poured him another shot, he also poured him 3 more shots at that. Taking the 4 more shots, he then took 25% of the bottle to the head, feeling a little tipsy but not alot. The Chuunin know how to hold his liquor, dark or light, mostly light. Dark liquor had that disgusting taste and the aftertaste was even worse. "This is going quite slow... How's about we speed up this lovely process..." The slight pauses gave away his tipsy attitude sinking it, but Jurou was stronger to control it. Instead he positioned his head to the side for a slight but long burp. He chuckled, saying; "Pardoned me." As Gin got on top of Jurou to try and show affection, it was turn to take the plate. He wrapped his arms around her fragile, petite frame from the swaying hips and passionately pressed his lips against hers in a soothing motion. The touch of both cold lips made his spine tingle with passion and comfort. He felt the small buzz running through his body, does the fun have to start now? Yes; Yes it did. "I guess it's my turn to take something off." Jurou said. In saying that, he unzipped his Kirigakure flak jacket as he kept his compression ninja shirt on in the process. In Kirigakure, it was rather chilly. The weather varied between warm and even cold, depending on where the shinobi lives. But in Sunagakure, it was hot. As in, sun hot. Hence why the name Sunagakure, the base word is "Sun". Jurou also took off his compression shirt to level the playing field. Now the fun really begins. As he saw Gin's huge yet beautiful breasts, he kissed them and playful teeth on the skin so that he also could not hurt his girlfriend in the process. He trailed the kiss onto the neck of Gin and stayed there, passionately kissing the neck and sucking it in that manner, leaving a nice small hickie in Jurou's name. He trailed the kiss over to her chin and back to her cold, yet luscious lips. The fun was just about to begin.
Gin laughed at what Jurou said. He had always been kind to her. Most people saw him as cold and ruthless, but he wasn’t. He was warm, underneath his façade. “You know that’s a lie. Men have needs, despite the fact that you say you just dedicate yourself to training. Besides, of course there are plenty of movies out there. They’re good ones, too. Graphic, you can see every detail.” She said, shaking her head. She hadn’t realized that she had said too much. She didn’t believe one word of what Jurou said. And now that she was buzzed, she would prove to him that he had needs just like everyone else. She pressed her lips to his harder, responding to his passion just as he was doing. She let him take the lead the way she always did when it came to anything physical. She pressed her chest to his. She moaned as Jurou moved his hips against hers. It was almost as if he were teasing her. Gin only separated herself from Jurou so that he could take his shirt off. She ran her hands down his chest, tracing his firm muscles with her fingertips. Her fingers lingered over the edge of his pants. She let Jurou run his hands over her breasts and even spurred him further when he grazed his teeth over her bra. In her drunken haze, she realized that her clothes were getting in the way. She pushed Jurou off of herself gently so that she could stand up. Why not try to give Jurou a show?
Gin stood up, only a few feet away. She moved gracefully, slowly running her hands down her own body before running her hands over the edge of her pants once. Her hands stopped over her zipper, which she slowly and teasingly pulled down. She peeled her tight pants off of her skin and stood there for a moment, letting Jurou admire her physique. She then decided to slip out of her bra so that she was essentially half naked in front of her boyfriend. She walked towards him again, straddling him so that they could continue to kiss. She moaned at the feeling of her bare chest over his skin, the feeling of his mouth trailing kisses all over her body.
That night was the first and last time they had made love to each other. They had both lost their virginities, but they had gained so much more. That was the happiest they would have both been for a long time. But only a week later, Gin found out she was pregnant. Only a week later, Jurou’s mission was called off and he had left her in Suna, stranded and bearing two baby girls inside of her. He had preferred his duty over his love for Gin. So she had called it off. They had broken up. They began to hate and resent each other with a passion. But now… there was something about that fight that changed her. She was sure that he felt the same.
A loud, manly, shrieking scream came from the ex-Mizukage's mouth from the memories. The pain... the suffering... the love... the sex... the faults... her being pregnant... the kids... He yelled at himself for being a fault of all this. The battle... the damage... his body now filled with burn marks and healed deep cuts... He thought that it would make him stronger... But now, it had only made him weak. He was thinking some more of any more casualties. No... he did not want too. The pain was too bearable for him to even imagine. The thoughts of what he had done to cause all of this. Having Gin pregnant, raising two daughters he had not seen in the last eight to nine years now, fleeing from Kirigakure because he was a criminal... what life did he live to deserve all of this?
The pain was bearable as his looks were emotionless. He nearly burned the entire atmosphere around him when he was training his techniques. Was this the man that was really strong in the battlefield and at heart? Or was this a coward wanting to get away from everything that had haunted him? His daughters were still in Sunagakure doing God knows what. Kirigakure, as he heard from rumors, was in great despair and peril. He had joined this new organization called the Aoi Bara that was hosted by that Dr. Kajiya person... he was useless without his Naiya, especially his Sōshin in the process. The sword was still in Kirigakure; Locked away somewhere. He wanted to find that sword, and kill all who stood in his way of finding that sword.
He sighed. Everything was coming back to him. Everything. He could not help but to constantly think. How could he be so stupid? He had a family... a beautiful girlfriend now ex-baby momma gone missing... and two beautiful daughters who probably hate him right now. His life was an utterly disgusting mess. The ex-Mizukage... not even a good father to his own daughters. Who knows... Gin probably had more kids in that manner. Would he have to father them as well? He might as well do so. He sighed once more. He could not keep damaging himself for his past actions. He needed to have a compromise with himself. He calmed his mind to free the storm. He remembered the little lecture that was always given to him by his father before the massacre.
Training.
Simple, yet excruciating. Sounds hard, but really it's not. Still a little hard, though. Depends upon the work ethic he puts in. Jurou thought this, many times. As his father told him: "Quiet your mind; yet, calm the storm. Drown out all disturbance. Put your body in an eternal resting. Then when you are done resting, open your eyes." He remembered every word, every phrase, every sentence. His father and grandfather were true mentors when it came to Jurou's training, simply removing one's body from all else and stay in one place, relaxing the mind and stay true to what your movements predicts. The Osada were meant to be shinobi's that kept things at a mellow pace; both hot and cold (water at freezing temperature, 32 degrees Celsius.) That is why Boil Release was created, to let off steam when the emotion of anger is at a high rate. All of this talk and thinking about the past had Jurou in a state of mind; a state of mind that precedes to be stated, If you train in silence, everything will commence perfectly. That was the life lesson learn from his father and his father' father: Calm your body and free your actions.
Was that all hard to forget? Or to even try to forget? No. A new state of mind. A new Jurou was now approaching. He still had the same ambition of being stronger then everyone around him. And he would most likely achieve that goal. He was on a mission; No, he was on several missions.
He sighed. He definitely had his work cut out for him at the moment. He created the Boar hand seal with both of his hands as Boil Release chakra had surged inside of him once more. He wanted to make sure these jutsu would be perfected before anything else. If there was one more memory he wanted to think of... he had the perfect memory for such.
...Jurou was easily unamused by what Gin was saying to the kids when he first brought them too her. Jurou was healthy enough to literally slice Gin to pieces with Naiya and Soshin while she was still in bed. But, that was unimportant at the moment. He looked at Reiko and seeing the small sigh coming from her lips, she did have her father's personality altogether. Jurou walked to Reiko and picked her up and held her as she was when she was a baby and fell asleep on his torso and kissed her forehead and said, "You really do have your father's personality, Reiko Kuroka. You are still my sunshine from Suna." A father's intuition. Jurou wanted to be better than his father. but being the Mizukage, it would equal constant traveling, leaving his business at hands. A father's intuition; And he loved it all the same. Looking at Chie with that small giggle of hers, Chie, even though she had his last name, reminded him of Gin, the more cuter, smaller version. Jurou chuckled.
Onward to Gin. Gin was being her unusual self again, probably because of the painkillers and drugs the doctor's been giving her. But when it comes to training, she's still herself without the painkillers. He heard it all the same, and from Gin, it was just a broken record, repeating the same thing even before meeting her. "The best? I'm average enough to teach an element. But not the best. And you are much harm in every way possible. Close observations are required... sad enough the Mizukage has to watch you..." Jurou said to Gin at the moment. He knew what disaster she was just by looking at her. But, he still had feelings her, for some unknown reason...
He decided to give in and decided to train her, although it was going to be hell in the hospital. "When do you want to begin..?" He said to the both of them, more so Gin.
That same flashback... was when he held Reiko and complemented her and smiled at Chie. There was also another flashback that happened after that.
...Back to hell for the Mizukage at that point in time. Hadn't they just got back from a brutal beating a couple weeks ago? Gin will never learn. At least she was live and filled with energy. She'll be tired soon, so more constant work for Jurou. Even worse enough because her student is coming with them also. As he sheathed Naiya in her scabbard, he grabbed Soshin and the scroll which only contained 6 of the 7 legendary swords symbol - one being closed by Gin's student, ****. Not to worry though. Without the seals embedded on the sword's handle as to what **** did, Jurou can easily obtain those 6 swords back; A piece of cake. But, on to more pressing matters... Gin's Fire Release training. Out of all elements, why Fire Release was beyond him. Probably because she wanted to bug him a little more. So little to know, so little to know. He did a quick stretch as he laid Soshin onto the symbol as the sword itself vanished into thin air.
After Gin used Jurou's support to get into her wheelchair, Jurou made his way to his two daughters, Chie and Reiko as Gin did the same a couple minutes ago. He picked up both of them by scooping them with his arm and kissed both of their foreheads. Height wise, they were to his knees. Good. As he set the two down, he gave both of them a look. Switching his gaze to one another as communicating with them without words, something that the two mastered at a very young age. He nodded his head and squatted to their level of height and looked at them once more. "Look after one another. You both share a gift more valuable than anything else: the ability to be in sync and in connection at all times with each other." Words from Jurou Osada's book. First page - Introduction.
Jurou sighed at Gin and made his way to the door, leaving **** and her in the process. It was going to take a while, but their memories still rang in his head. He wanted to get them out, but there was little time. Only then, he would have to wait to do so.
The time where he talked to both of them. During the flashbacks, he felt as if he had done enough for his new arsenal. Now...
...he could finally rest up for more adventures.
Cold, bitter eyes scanned the surroundings in this new village called Iwagakure. It was rocky and full of mountains, much good use for the male to start melting things that could normally not melt at all. The terrain alone was quiet for him to just sit back and relax and reminisce, but even that it was not good enough for him. He needed to continue his training, or at least start on it, but... the flashbacks of his past life came to him, and he trained while thinking of those flashbacks. The first flashback was a difficult one to train to: The relationship between Gin and Jurou at a very young age.
He couldn't stop shaking the feeling out of his hand. The powerful ex-Mizukage, Jurou Osada, feeling soft again? The years did make him weak after all...
The flashback had occurred three years ago; three long, gruesome, painful years ago in Jurou's eyes. It was at that time Gin was 15 years old, and Jurou was 16. They were both Chuunin at that, always fighting; sparring; playing around. This was after the incident after his father had passed by his hands. He still sighed, but at least seeing his girlfriend Gin made his day. Gin Kuroka, a beautiful and intelligent kunoichi with the Kekkai Genkai of a masterpiece; something even Jurou had trouble winning against. But Jurou had Boil Release, so parts of Gin's clothing came off in the process with her itching at that. At the end of the day, the two loved each other. Jurou was still the cynical, anti-social, no emotion type of guy back then, but it was something about Gin that made him change that for some odd reason. Sunagakure is where they were located at the time, where Jurou had permission of the Mizukage to infiltrate on a mission but decided to pay Sunagakure a visit first. He wore the standard Kirigakure flak jacket with the regular ninja attire. They were both Kenjutsu users, so swords were all on their ideal when they sparred together. But, onward to more important things; the whole start of how this had happened. Sunagakure, village hidden in the sand. It was hot, humid, and such a warm atmosphere everywhere you go. Jurou felt uncomfortable being in a village where it was little cold, but mostly hot. Gin had invited Jurou into her home and what surprise to Jurou, no one was home except her. "I see you live by yourself. Must be good doing so." Jurou spoke to Gin. They were both young, but had big dreams as the ninjas they were. It did not matter to Jurou, as long as he wanted to see Gin happy under any circumstances, he would do anything to protect her from all costs. Jurou kept his vision alert; looking at all of his surroundings and whatnot, pinpointing the exits, just in case of a needed emergency.
Jurou then spotted the little ninja-like board games on the table. He pondered the fact that they should at least do something before he takes his departure for his mission. But, nonetheless he would have to wait on it. He still had unknown whereabouts of where Soshin, his father's sword, and was destined to find the sword after his visit with Gin at the moment. "I like to make a bet with you." He said to Gin while looking at her. Jurou wasn't really in the mood for activities but, hey, wouldn't hurt no one if he decided to do some activities. Liquor was everywhere, on the ground; on the kitchen table; and on the counter. The best way to get Gin's attention is for her to drink. Jurou soaked up the guts to finally come out and say it, "I can drink more liquor then you can." Jurou wasn't really much of a drinking type, and he definitely wasn't going to push himself into being one. But, this was his girlfriend for 3 years so he had to make some sacrifices to please her.
Jurou was a workaholic trying to get stronger. He would always do missions for the Mizukage if it means increasing his rank and making him grow stronger within each mission, and teaching him new things while going to different villages at the moment, since he knows everything of what there is to know in Kirigakure. Jurou was the type of Chuunin that stated, I don't have time for silly Boyfriend-Girlfriend nonsense. He thought to himself when sitting on Gin's couch. But, there was something different about Gin that made him wander about what he was thinking. Maybe he was a stick-in-the-mud, in which everybody was calling him because he would never have any leisure time to do nothing else except train. Jurou wouldn't blame them, but that was what he liked to do.
Gin Kuroka – born a mere merchant, under the name Gin Nanahara – hadn’t always been what she was today. Her former self was but a shadow of what she had become. At age 15, she was empty; she had been for a while. A year before, when she had met Jurou, she was plagued by loss, misery and sadness. It was around that time that she had discovered alcohol – a temporary way of escaping the overwhelming guilt that invaded her mind, her very soul, every time she closed her eyes and every time she found herself alone. Images of his face – she dare not speak his name, even inside her own thoughts – smiling at her like he always did always crept into her mind at night. So she cried herself to sleep every single night, because it was her fault that he was gone. It was around that time that a group of shinobi from Kirigakure had traveled to Suna. It was part of her job to take care of them, to show them around the Hidden Sand Village and make sure that they had everything they needed. It was a simple, mindless task that kept the young kunoichi busy. She accepted the job without second thought. It was there that she met Jurou Osada. He was a handsome man, just one year her senior. He had white hair and light eyes, much like her own. At that time, they were both around the same height. In other words, short as hell. In him she would eventually find comfort. With him, she would eventually begin to feel like her old self again. She began to smile, she began to laugh. But above all, she began to truly forget. A small part of her felt as if she were betraying his memory, but she did her best to ignore it. She had a right to be happy, or so she told herself. And so, she and Jurou began to date after a short while. She had been the one to ask him out, knowing that he would likely never do it himself. He wasn’t the type. Jurou was cold and distant, but that was only the surface. Gin saw much more than that. She knew that he could be incredibly kind, trustworthy, someone she could count on. She would well ahead come to change the way she saw him completely, but more on that later.
After one year of dating, they were both in her home. “You know I’ve lived alone for over a year, now, Jurou,” She said in a sing song tone, smiling at him as he took a seat on her couch. As always, there was a scowl on his face. “Jurou wants a hug~!” She called out, jumping into the couch and almost violently wrapping her arms around him. Back then, she didn’t wear the kind of clothing – or lack of clothing – that she did now. She wore the standard Sunagakure jacket and tight black pants. It was a simple outfit, easy to move in. She tied her hair in a tall pony tail and still wore her headband proudly on her forehead. She was only a closet pervert back then and was rather embarrassed when anyone asked her what she was reading. She kept her perverted novels hidden, even from Jurou. She eased up, knowing that Jurou wasn’t a fan of physical contact. She settled for simply sitting next to him with a small smile on her face. “Hm?” She said when Jurou asked if she wanted to make a bet. He had sparked her curiosity. “A bet?” She repeated before he went on to explain himself. So he wanted a drinking competition? That was quite unlike him. She was slightly taken aback. “You, Jurou Osada, want to try and outdrink me?” She asked before she burst out laughing. Her alcoholic tolerance was higher than that of most people. She drank constantly, after all. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, Jurou!” She said. “But if you insist, I suppose I can go get the drinks.” She said as she got up from the couch, resisting the urge to kiss his cheek, and headed towards the counter. She paused for a moment before she pulled out a bottle of vodka – her personal favorite – from the fridge. “What’s in it for me, though?” She asked. If it was a bet, there had to be something that they could each win or lose, after all. If not, they couldn’t really call it a bet.
He couldn't help but shake the feeling of that flashback. All the while, he did complete two of his Boil Release jutsu: Great Dragon Bullet and Steam Consolation. The other two were going to be a complete pain in the ass for him to even handle. Yet again he was still feeling soft. He sighed, trying to shake it off. It was back to training once more. Maybe then... maybe then that would trail his mind off of the flashback...
But it was of no good use as the flashback did nothing but came back to his memories once more...
Jurou was a workaholic trying to get stronger. He would always do missions for the Mizukage if it means increasing his rank and making him grow stronger within each mission, and teaching him new things while going to different villages at the moment, since he knows everything of what there is to know in Kirigakure. Jurou was the type of Chuunin that stated, I don't have time for silly Boyfriend-Girlfriend nonsense. He thought to himself when sitting on Gin's couch. But, there was something different about Gin that made him wander about what he was thinking. Maybe he was a stick-in-the-mud, in which everybody was calling him because he would never have any leisure time to do nothing else except train. Jurou wouldn't blame them, but that was what he liked to do. He was born into a small, snowy-like town in the outskirts of Kirigakure. His family was more of a nuclear family, two parents and their dependent children/child. But all of that changed when his parents were killed in an ambush. That's when everything went haywire, and the killing intent start to come into place, and Jurou's personality from cheerful, changed to mere hatred. Until Gin came along. He heard intel of a little girl with a very powerful Kekkai Genkai, and he was assigned to inspect the girl and bring her to Kirigakure for further background examination of how her clan worked. When first seeing the girl, Jurou thought that she was very beautiful and pretty in appearance, a sight that any man would want to have. She was young, a one year junior. Jurou made sure that he continued on with the mission, but left the inspection part to someone else, and further spend time with Gin. He kept his tanto set vertically behind his right shoulder just in case. The more and more they spend time with each other, the more and more Jurou felt closer to her. He never had the mother-figure he once had, but Gin was something more then that, and Jurou made sure she stayed that way.
After the one year of being in a relationship with Gin, they both settled in her home where Jurou would stay until it was his time for him to depart to Konohagakure to continue the mission. Jurou felt the hug that was given to him, a warm, nice hug. But, then again, Gin eased up because she knew that Jurou wasn't the physical contact-type of person. Which was true, sadly. But, Jurou paid little attention to that and sneaked a small kiss on the forehead for his appreciation. When he saw that look on Gin's face, she thought that he was joking. Jurou wasn't the drinking type, but he had his fair share of liquor with Isshin at that time. "I see there is a problem to my bet with you. We can postpone it." Jurou said. Too late, Gin had already got the battle of Vodka. But wait, no Lemon Ciroc? This was not his day. But he would leave it alone. Gin's confidence was higher then her tight black ninja pants to her waistline, and Jurou shook his head at that. Jurou chuckled at that statement. "And like that you lost me. But, that's funny. I want Lemon Ciroc." Jurou said, sounding like a hypnotist with his last dialogue. He heard the pouring of the drinks and eventually what Gin said. What's in it for her? Hmm... "A kiss. Preferably something much more. What did you have in mind?" Jurou said. That was the first thing that came to his head, and preferably, a good thing at that. "Take your time. No rush sweetie." Jurou said, calling her what she called him while in the relationship.
A quizzical look formed on Gin's face as she felt Jurou press his lips lightly to her forehead. He rarely ever showed her any form of affection, but she was glad whenever he did. She appreciated; it often made her smile and laugh. His lack of affection only made her appreciate him even more whenever he went out of his way to make her smile. But in retrospect, maybe he never did make her happy just for the sake of making her happy. Maybe her happiness was just a consequence of the things he did for himself. But she would never know now. Jurou would never admit it. "What's gotten into you today?" She said, searching her fridge for the bottle of Lemon Ciroc that he had asked for. All she had in her fridge back then was alcohol, not too different from how things were now. But she now had to stop drinking. She wondered how that would affect her mental and physical health. But that would come later. She could think of that later on. "You've kissed me and asked me for a drink in the past five minutes, not to mention the fact that you finally agreed to come to my house after a whole year of dating. Tell me, who are you and what have you done to the Jurou Osada I know? Or did someone slip drugs into you breakfast?" She asked, teasing him mostly. She knew that he found her teasing uncomfortable most of the time, but that was why she liked it. Jurou was adorable when he blushed. She downright burst into laughter when he suggested something more than a kiss. She put her hand to his forehead and the other to her own to as if trying to tell if he had a fever. Not that she actually could if she wanted to. Kuroka were bad with all things medicine. "No fever..." She mumbled. "Delusional maybe..?" She asked, pretending to talk to herself. She brushed her hand against his hair, gauging for a reaction. She wanted to see if he would go back to his usual self if she showed him any sort of affection. She stopped running her hand through his hair and cupped his cheek. She slowly inched her lips closer to his, but gave him time to stop her. She wouldn't be surprised if she did. Actually, she would only laugh. What would surprise her was him letting her actually kiss his lips. Regardless of whether he kissed her or not, she would then turn to the bar and swallow her shot in one gulp. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and sighed happily. "Let's see... what do I want from the great Jurou Osada?" She said, pondering for a moment. A couple of ideas ran through her head, making her blush. "You say you want more than a kiss, right?" She asked, testing the waters before proposing her next idea. Back then, she wasn't the confident woman that she was now. "How about we take shots. First person to start getting tipsy loses a piece of clothing, deal?" She asked, trying to make herself seem like she knew what she was doing.
His breath was cold... and out of it at the much. Shit that was a long training session. And to think that the memories would even past the time. Not even close. The jutsu that had caught his attention that he had trouble with most was the dressed Corrosive Grasp. That was one of the Boil Release jutsu that had made the ranks of even S-rank, a jutsu that Jurou was not familiar with at all times. Why did he have so much trouble with this one tehcnique? The other techniques were a peace of cake to him. Well... except Consolation. Why was these two techniques such a pain to him? Was it because he was weak at heart? No... that was not it. He was the coldest and the calmest Mizukage that Kirigakure before his departure. Did he...
...feel worried? No! No! He would never believe such idiocy ever in his life. It was time for more training. Utilizing the Boar hand seal, which was the initial hand seal for Boil Release users, he concentrated the chakra inside him and converted the chakra into Boil Release chakra. He was now serious in his elements. It was time to now show the world the difference between Mist... and Steam. He was the hottest being in the world right now, not literally. His jutsu was even capable of melting the ribs of the almighty Susano'o a few centuries ago. He was going to show all of the five major countries that Jurou Osada, the sole leader of the Osada Clan and Boil Release master, was still in one piece. Whoever stood in his way... would be severely melted in death and decay, then his body would dematerialized into the steam-like chakra and make his departure. For now, it was time for more training. One thing was for sure...
...those cold, bitter look in his eyes came back with a devil-like vengeance. Those soft memories came back to him while he was training some more. It had came closer to the end as well. Good. All he needed was a bit more concentration with his arsenal. Then, he would be complete.
- Jutsu used:
Name: 沸騰:霧状見事体 {Futton: Ceata Maiestrie Corp ~ Boil Release: Mist Masterful Body}
Canon/Custom: Custom
Rank: D
Type: Supplementary
Element: Boil Release
Range: Self
Specialty: Kekkai Genkai
Duration: Maintainable (-5 chakra every 2 posts)
Cooldown: 2 posts
Description: This technique is used by all Osada clan users and is automatically activated with a minus of 5 chakra. It is simply described as making the Osada user creating mist chakra from thin air, where most is produced from their mouth. By converting chakra inside their body to mist, the Osada clan can also create their own mist out of thin air, making it much easier for them to use Skilled Mist Technique as the mist is created from thin air, similar to Hidden Mist Technique.
In a relationship, yes you do have to be yourself, but there are some things you also do to surprise your mate; and that was what Jurou did with the kiss. He knew that the kiss gave Gin a 'omg what just happened' look on her face, because Jurou wasn't all this passionate and affectionate, but he promised her he would be so. Jurou wanted to see Gin smile more and more, so why not lack the feeling of affectionate to make her smile even more? "I'm at least trying to be affectionate. Bare with me." Jurou said in a cold, yet quiet tone to his girlfriend. Did Jurou change because he was in his first relationship? Or because Gin reminded him of his dead mother? So kind, passionate, peaceful, playful, and loving? It never occurred to Jurou at the slightest. But, he loved doing what he does the most, making her think twice. "The same Jurou Osada is right here, just being a polite, soft-spoken individual at the moment. I'll stop." Jurou said, getting to the point. He never thought he did something wrong. He just wanted to surprise his girlfriend and show her that she meant so much to him. He didn't blush this time, but a small red cheek came across his cheekbone, damnit... the blushing was slowly kicking in. As he saw the kiss coming in, more surprising. He took the urge to kiss her back on the lips. Gasp! Jurou... no... yes. Now Jurou know why she reminded him of his mother, that kiss. He remembered his mother telling him, "When you meet a lovely lady, surprise her. It will give her something to think about; a good thinking, because you never done it before." His mother's exact words, and Jurou did that. Grabbing his cup, he shot the ciroc down in one gulp, feeling the cold liquor in his stomach. It was nothing new. He gave up drinking when he became a Special Jounin to pursue his dreams of getting stronger and faster. Jurou listened in to what Gin had said about the small bet. A piece of clothing eh? Sounds kinky. She was confident at that. She wasn't like this when she met Jurou. Jurou didn't change her in the slightest, just opened her eyes a bit to life. He would crack a small smile when Gin tried to act like she knew what she was doing. "Fine with me." That was all Jurou had to say to get the bet going.
Gin's eyes went wide as she felt her lips connect with Jurou's. She was surprised, but she relished the feeling of being close to the man she loved - or thought she loved. Three years later, she wasn't sure of what she felt for him. Had it been real? Genuine? Maybe. She would never really know now, would she? But at that time she smiled into the kiss and let Jurou hold her. Once the kiss ended, she would simply smile at him. "Trying to be affectionate, huh?" Gin repeated, mostly to herself. "Well, I like it. Keep it up!" She said to him now, kissing his cheek as she moved both the bottles and shot glasses to the coffee table in front of the couch and sat. She grabbed the remote control for the TV and decided to turn it on. Having some background noise while they drank would be nice, especially if she could find some good music playing. But she had forgotten a key detail. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped. Her face flushed a bright crimson red as she fumbled with the remote to turn the TV off again. Sounds of someone's passionate lovemaking filled the room as an erotic scene played on the TV. Why had she not changed the channel again? She forgot, honestly. She had never actually expected Jurou to accept her invitation. In her nervousness, she wound up dropping the remote on the ground before she finally picked it up and managed to turn the TV off. "Well that was... Awkward." She said, avoiding Jurou's gaze altogether. She just hoped and prayed that he wouldn't comment on it. She shifted the topic back to the drinks as fast as she could. "Well, you're one drink behind," She said quickly, her words running over each other. She took another shot to calm herself down. "Correction, two shots behind." She said, still avoiding his gaze and pouring the third shot.
Seeing her reaction to Jurou's kiss on the lips was priceless. Kind of glad she didn't expect it all. Jurou thought to himself at the moment. Good job Jurou; good job. This was the 5th time Jurou had ever seen Gin blush from his kisses, as he rarely gives them to her because he wasn't much of an affectionate type of person. Probably because no one has ever brought out that side of him all his life after his mother died. It never happened; It just never happened. Jurou just wasn't the affectionate type after his parents died. He's not a mother's boy, he just stayed close to his mother when his father had left the village; being banished from the village at that. Having being close to his mother meant everything to him. Now, it is just a haunting memory, both a good thing and a bad thing in regarding to his father's killing of the Osada clan. But enough Jurou's past, his present was what mattered to him right now. As to what Gin said, "I'll try." He said, teasing Gin in the process of doing so. He crept a small smile as she turned on some soothing music and then she turned the TV on but quickly turned it off because of what they were watching. Jurou's face cheeks got a little red himself because he did not expect a love-making movie scene turn right straight into a pornographic, erotic scene on TV going on when she had the TV on. "Really?" He questioned her, teasing her some more. His short comment wouldn't last long, but why not say it? "That would be the first thing you turned on..." He said, teasing her some more. Jurou liked being passionate and affectionate. It gave Gin alot to think about. His favorite thing out of her was to see that beautiful smile of hers whenever she got happy and all lovey dovey. Although Jurou never had that feeling, it felt good for once. To feel that feeling with someone who you loved - or had thought you loved. Three years later, Jurou did not what to feel of Gin, but he hoped it lasted for a good time. Jurou then grabbed another cup of Ciroc and killed the drink in one gulp. This was just kitty play to him, "Two shot overkill." He said as he looked at Gin as he pour his third shot.
And of course Jurou would tease her for having erotic content on her television. It didn’t help that she actually paid an extra part of her salary every month to subscribe to that channel. Again, she kept silent as he teased her, hoping that he would forget about it soon. She had no such luck. “Shut up,” She mumbled helplessly. “So what if I like watching that kind of stuff? It’s not like you don’t,” She tried to defend herself, though she didn’t sound too confident, to be honest, quite the contrary. But could he blame her? She knew that men were into that sort of stuff. Was it wrong for a woman to like it just because she was a woman? Gin didn’t think so. She watched as Jurou easily downed the other shot and pursed her lips. “Hmm…” She said, pouring him another. “This is going too slow,” She said, taking the equivalent of four more shots directly from the bottle in just one go. There. She felt more confident now, or at least she would in a couple of minutes. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and set the bottle on the table again. She then decided to approach Jurou. If he was bent on showing more affection, she might as well make sure that that was true. She got close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She hugged him tightly to her and kissed his lips slowly at first. She now felt the oh so familiar buzz of the alcohol run through her body. She slowly separated herself from him and smiled. “I think it’s already my turn to take something off!” She said, laughing at herself. Might as well start, right? She slowly unzipped her standard issue flak jacket, trying a little clumsily to tease him. Because of the heat in Suna, she never really wore anything underneath it except her bra. It felt… strange to reveal herself like that to Jurou.
And of course Jurou would tease her for having erotic content on her television. It didn’t help that she actually paid an extra part of her salary every month to subscribe to that channel. Again, she kept silent as he teased her, hoping that he would forget about it soon. She had no such luck. “Shut up,” She mumbled helplessly. “So what if I like watching that kind of stuff? It’s not like you don’t,” She tried to defend herself, though she didn’t sound too confident, to be honest, quite the contrary. But could he blame her? She knew that men were into that sort of stuff. Was it wrong for a woman to like it just because she was a woman? Gin didn’t think so. She watched as Jurou easily downed the other shot and pursed her lips. “Hmm…” She said, pouring him another. “This is going too slow,” She said, taking the equivalent of four more shots directly from the bottle in just one go. There. She felt more confident now, or at least she would in a couple of minutes. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and set the bottle on the table again. She then decided to approach Jurou. If he was bent on showing more affection, she might as well make sure that that was true. She got close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She hugged him tightly to her and kissed his lips slowly at first. She now felt the oh so familiar buzz of the alcohol run through her body. She slowly separated herself from him and smiled. “I think it’s already my turn to take something off!” She said, laughing at herself. Might as well start, right? She slowly unzipped her standard issue flak jacket, trying a little clumsily to tease him. Because of the heat in Suna, she never really wore anything underneath it except her bra. It felt… strange to reveal herself like that to Jurou.
Jurou looked at Gin as she blushed when he had caught on to what happened. He let out nothing but a small laugh with a slight smirk at the end. He loved being smarter than she was. As he heard what she said as she tried to defend herself, it was a good defense, but not strong enough against Jurou's offense at that. "I don't actually. Usually I wouldn't have time to be watching television. Just work, and train. Besides, I bet there's even more channels of different titled movies but with the same erotic tension in it." Jurou said in blunt honesty, but in a nice voice. Jurou was right, he was a hard-working shinobi of Kirigakure. He wanted to become strong as a Chuunin, and nothing will stop him at achieving past his limits and even pass that to more exciting expectations. As Gin poured him another shot, he also poured him 3 more shots at that. Taking the 4 more shots, he then took 25% of the bottle to the head, feeling a little tipsy but not alot. The Chuunin know how to hold his liquor, dark or light, mostly light. Dark liquor had that disgusting taste and the aftertaste was even worse. "This is going quite slow... How's about we speed up this lovely process..." The slight pauses gave away his tipsy attitude sinking it, but Jurou was stronger to control it. Instead he positioned his head to the side for a slight but long burp. He chuckled, saying; "Pardoned me." As Gin got on top of Jurou to try and show affection, it was turn to take the plate. He wrapped his arms around her fragile, petite frame from the swaying hips and passionately pressed his lips against hers in a soothing motion. The touch of both cold lips made his spine tingle with passion and comfort. He felt the small buzz running through his body, does the fun have to start now? Yes; Yes it did. "I guess it's my turn to take something off." Jurou said. In saying that, he unzipped his Kirigakure flak jacket as he kept his compression ninja shirt on in the process. In Kirigakure, it was rather chilly. The weather varied between warm and even cold, depending on where the shinobi lives. But in Sunagakure, it was hot. As in, sun hot. Hence why the name Sunagakure, the base word is "Sun". Jurou also took off his compression shirt to level the playing field. Now the fun really begins. As he saw Gin's huge yet beautiful breasts, he kissed them and playful teeth on the skin so that he also could not hurt his girlfriend in the process. He trailed the kiss onto the neck of Gin and stayed there, passionately kissing the neck and sucking it in that manner, leaving a nice small hickie in Jurou's name. He trailed the kiss over to her chin and back to her cold, yet luscious lips. The fun was just about to begin.
Gin laughed at what Jurou said. He had always been kind to her. Most people saw him as cold and ruthless, but he wasn’t. He was warm, underneath his façade. “You know that’s a lie. Men have needs, despite the fact that you say you just dedicate yourself to training. Besides, of course there are plenty of movies out there. They’re good ones, too. Graphic, you can see every detail.” She said, shaking her head. She hadn’t realized that she had said too much. She didn’t believe one word of what Jurou said. And now that she was buzzed, she would prove to him that he had needs just like everyone else. She pressed her lips to his harder, responding to his passion just as he was doing. She let him take the lead the way she always did when it came to anything physical. She pressed her chest to his. She moaned as Jurou moved his hips against hers. It was almost as if he were teasing her. Gin only separated herself from Jurou so that he could take his shirt off. She ran her hands down his chest, tracing his firm muscles with her fingertips. Her fingers lingered over the edge of his pants. She let Jurou run his hands over her breasts and even spurred him further when he grazed his teeth over her bra. In her drunken haze, she realized that her clothes were getting in the way. She pushed Jurou off of herself gently so that she could stand up. Why not try to give Jurou a show?
Gin stood up, only a few feet away. She moved gracefully, slowly running her hands down her own body before running her hands over the edge of her pants once. Her hands stopped over her zipper, which she slowly and teasingly pulled down. She peeled her tight pants off of her skin and stood there for a moment, letting Jurou admire her physique. She then decided to slip out of her bra so that she was essentially half naked in front of her boyfriend. She walked towards him again, straddling him so that they could continue to kiss. She moaned at the feeling of her bare chest over his skin, the feeling of his mouth trailing kisses all over her body.
That night was the first and last time they had made love to each other. They had both lost their virginities, but they had gained so much more. That was the happiest they would have both been for a long time. But only a week later, Gin found out she was pregnant. Only a week later, Jurou’s mission was called off and he had left her in Suna, stranded and bearing two baby girls inside of her. He had preferred his duty over his love for Gin. So she had called it off. They had broken up. They began to hate and resent each other with a passion. But now… there was something about that fight that changed her. She was sure that he felt the same.
A loud, manly, shrieking scream came from the ex-Mizukage's mouth from the memories. The pain... the suffering... the love... the sex... the faults... her being pregnant... the kids... He yelled at himself for being a fault of all this. The battle... the damage... his body now filled with burn marks and healed deep cuts... He thought that it would make him stronger... But now, it had only made him weak. He was thinking some more of any more casualties. No... he did not want too. The pain was too bearable for him to even imagine. The thoughts of what he had done to cause all of this. Having Gin pregnant, raising two daughters he had not seen in the last eight to nine years now, fleeing from Kirigakure because he was a criminal... what life did he live to deserve all of this?
The pain was bearable as his looks were emotionless. He nearly burned the entire atmosphere around him when he was training his techniques. Was this the man that was really strong in the battlefield and at heart? Or was this a coward wanting to get away from everything that had haunted him? His daughters were still in Sunagakure doing God knows what. Kirigakure, as he heard from rumors, was in great despair and peril. He had joined this new organization called the Aoi Bara that was hosted by that Dr. Kajiya person... he was useless without his Naiya, especially his Sōshin in the process. The sword was still in Kirigakure; Locked away somewhere. He wanted to find that sword, and kill all who stood in his way of finding that sword.
He sighed. Everything was coming back to him. Everything. He could not help but to constantly think. How could he be so stupid? He had a family... a beautiful girlfriend now ex-baby momma gone missing... and two beautiful daughters who probably hate him right now. His life was an utterly disgusting mess. The ex-Mizukage... not even a good father to his own daughters. Who knows... Gin probably had more kids in that manner. Would he have to father them as well? He might as well do so. He sighed once more. He could not keep damaging himself for his past actions. He needed to have a compromise with himself. He calmed his mind to free the storm. He remembered the little lecture that was always given to him by his father before the massacre.
Training.
Simple, yet excruciating. Sounds hard, but really it's not. Still a little hard, though. Depends upon the work ethic he puts in. Jurou thought this, many times. As his father told him: "Quiet your mind; yet, calm the storm. Drown out all disturbance. Put your body in an eternal resting. Then when you are done resting, open your eyes." He remembered every word, every phrase, every sentence. His father and grandfather were true mentors when it came to Jurou's training, simply removing one's body from all else and stay in one place, relaxing the mind and stay true to what your movements predicts. The Osada were meant to be shinobi's that kept things at a mellow pace; both hot and cold (water at freezing temperature, 32 degrees Celsius.) That is why Boil Release was created, to let off steam when the emotion of anger is at a high rate. All of this talk and thinking about the past had Jurou in a state of mind; a state of mind that precedes to be stated, If you train in silence, everything will commence perfectly. That was the life lesson learn from his father and his father' father: Calm your body and free your actions.
Was that all hard to forget? Or to even try to forget? No. A new state of mind. A new Jurou was now approaching. He still had the same ambition of being stronger then everyone around him. And he would most likely achieve that goal. He was on a mission; No, he was on several missions.
- To train as much as he can in Iwagakure
- Travel to Kirigakure to see what all of the commotion is about and deal with it himself
- Settle the differences between Gin (if she is still alive) and come to a compromise
- Take care of any other businesses along the way.
- Finally, go to Sunagakure and find Chie and Reiko
He sighed. He definitely had his work cut out for him at the moment. He created the Boar hand seal with both of his hands as Boil Release chakra had surged inside of him once more. He wanted to make sure these jutsu would be perfected before anything else. If there was one more memory he wanted to think of... he had the perfect memory for such.
...Jurou was easily unamused by what Gin was saying to the kids when he first brought them too her. Jurou was healthy enough to literally slice Gin to pieces with Naiya and Soshin while she was still in bed. But, that was unimportant at the moment. He looked at Reiko and seeing the small sigh coming from her lips, she did have her father's personality altogether. Jurou walked to Reiko and picked her up and held her as she was when she was a baby and fell asleep on his torso and kissed her forehead and said, "You really do have your father's personality, Reiko Kuroka. You are still my sunshine from Suna." A father's intuition. Jurou wanted to be better than his father. but being the Mizukage, it would equal constant traveling, leaving his business at hands. A father's intuition; And he loved it all the same. Looking at Chie with that small giggle of hers, Chie, even though she had his last name, reminded him of Gin, the more cuter, smaller version. Jurou chuckled.
Onward to Gin. Gin was being her unusual self again, probably because of the painkillers and drugs the doctor's been giving her. But when it comes to training, she's still herself without the painkillers. He heard it all the same, and from Gin, it was just a broken record, repeating the same thing even before meeting her. "The best? I'm average enough to teach an element. But not the best. And you are much harm in every way possible. Close observations are required... sad enough the Mizukage has to watch you..." Jurou said to Gin at the moment. He knew what disaster she was just by looking at her. But, he still had feelings her, for some unknown reason...
He decided to give in and decided to train her, although it was going to be hell in the hospital. "When do you want to begin..?" He said to the both of them, more so Gin.
That same flashback... was when he held Reiko and complemented her and smiled at Chie. There was also another flashback that happened after that.
...Back to hell for the Mizukage at that point in time. Hadn't they just got back from a brutal beating a couple weeks ago? Gin will never learn. At least she was live and filled with energy. She'll be tired soon, so more constant work for Jurou. Even worse enough because her student is coming with them also. As he sheathed Naiya in her scabbard, he grabbed Soshin and the scroll which only contained 6 of the 7 legendary swords symbol - one being closed by Gin's student, ****. Not to worry though. Without the seals embedded on the sword's handle as to what **** did, Jurou can easily obtain those 6 swords back; A piece of cake. But, on to more pressing matters... Gin's Fire Release training. Out of all elements, why Fire Release was beyond him. Probably because she wanted to bug him a little more. So little to know, so little to know. He did a quick stretch as he laid Soshin onto the symbol as the sword itself vanished into thin air.
After Gin used Jurou's support to get into her wheelchair, Jurou made his way to his two daughters, Chie and Reiko as Gin did the same a couple minutes ago. He picked up both of them by scooping them with his arm and kissed both of their foreheads. Height wise, they were to his knees. Good. As he set the two down, he gave both of them a look. Switching his gaze to one another as communicating with them without words, something that the two mastered at a very young age. He nodded his head and squatted to their level of height and looked at them once more. "Look after one another. You both share a gift more valuable than anything else: the ability to be in sync and in connection at all times with each other." Words from Jurou Osada's book. First page - Introduction.
Jurou sighed at Gin and made his way to the door, leaving **** and her in the process. It was going to take a while, but their memories still rang in his head. He wanted to get them out, but there was little time. Only then, he would have to wait to do so.
The time where he talked to both of them. During the flashbacks, he felt as if he had done enough for his new arsenal. Now...
...he could finally rest up for more adventures.
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