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 Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 6:09 pm
Mikaru lazed in bed, rolling onto her other side and burying her face in the pillows. She was feeling Particularly lazy today, and grumpy. But she had good reason for her ovaries felt like they were being repeatedly punched. Lifting her head she looked over to her side table and the small glass of half-drank water she had gotten earlier and the small pill bottle that sat beside it. Sitting up the pale glow from the moon sneaking in through the cracks of the blinds outlined her silhouette, revealing she was only in her underwear. She reached over and grabbed the pill bottle opening it and slipping two in her mouth before taking a long drink of water and setting both back down and flopping back down onto her pillows, pulling the covers up to her chin.
The Blaring red numbers on her alarm clock read 1:18 in the middle of the night and she idly wondered if she had anything of importance to do.
Mikaru smiled, finishing up her letter then tucking the spare key to the apartment in a small envelope. Quickly sliding her FMB's on she hurried out the door, taking a more inconspicuous route to deliver her letter. Making her way up to Hatari's quite large abode she looked into the mailbox, which was obviously stuffed full of mail both new and old. Sighing she walked up the steps to the door. Pulling out the letter she looked at the simple handwriting on the front of the envelope which just said 'Hatari' and she stuck it in between the door so he wouldn't miss it.
The note read, ' Hatari, I realize I never told you where my apartment is, so why don't you come visit sometime? It's nice and quaint and I enjoy it. Maybe I can cook when you come visit! Or we could drink some Sake. Anyways the Directions are on the back, I took the liberty of also drawing a map so you don't get lost. Here's a spare key, in case you wanna drop in and surprise me... see you soon!
Love, Mikaru'
Flopping back over to her stomach she yawned and closed her eyes, in a horrible attempt to go back to sleep.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 7:58 pm
Morning
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Hatari exhaled softly. “…let’s see,” Hatari mumbled, rubbing his chin lightly. Standing in the midst of the fields out behind the Hidden Mist, Hatari licked his lips lightly, pondering what was next to come in this little training session of theirs. “Selene…Keska….let’s see what you two got,” Hatari said aloud.
A soft breeze slowly rolled by. Hatari currently wore only a pair of white shorts that reached down just above his bandaged shins. “Right…” Such a dull moment. Hatari raised a hand up to his face, electricity running across his hand. Slipping a hand into his hair, Hatari raised bits of it up, creating multiple spikes across his hair. “Let’s go then!!!!” Hatari yelled.
A dark figure appeared in the distance from Hatari. Clad in blood red armor and wielding a giant axe, the red headed woman stared at Hatari from across the distance.
Appearing beside the red headed woman was a tall blonde with an eye patch covering her right eye. This woman was dressed in all leather, a Hidden Mist plate embedded in the leather right at her waist like a belt buckle. The woman wielded an axe of similar size and proportion, but at the end of her axe was a large metal block end similar to the end of a smiths hammer. Slamming the staff of the axe into the ground, the woman smirked evilly, one fang visible out of the corner of her mouth. “I don’t see why you’re testing our skill. Hatari,” the woman laughed. “But a challenge is a challenge!!!” Slamming the pole end of the axe into the ground, she created a small crater. Rushing off towards Hatari at full speed, she raised the axe above head, slamming it down, aiming to cleave Hatari open completely.
Smiling lightly, the male Hyuuga stepped to the side, dodging the attack easily. His eyes suddenly widened, his white iris surrounded by vast darkness, shaking. Holding a hand behind the back of his head, he clenched his fist tightly, the blade of the red headed woman’s axe grinding against his knuckles.
This was to be expected. The red headed woman smiled lightly, “….you never cease to amaze me, Master.”
At this, Hatari grinned, “You two never cease to amaze me either.” Quickly raising his foot into the air, he bent it. Thrusting his foot towards the blonde’s face, he, at the same time, opened his hand, twisting it. Clenching down on the axe that the red headed woman held by the handle, he lifted her into the air as his foot slammed into the face of the blonde woman. As the blonde woman flew backwards, he threw the red headed woman by the axe in the direction of the blonde.
The blonde went hurdling towards the ground, but before her face hit the ground, she slapped at the ground with her free hand, forcing herself to flip through the air, but in the end, she landed on the ground, standing straight up as if the attack hadn’t even phased her. Licking at the blood that trickled down her lips, she spun the axe around before slamming it into the ground. “…this is definitely gonna be fun….”
The red headed woman landed at the side of the blonde. The red headed woman, Selene, looked to the blonde. “…don’t go all brawn. Use your brain. We wouldn’t’ dare disappoint the master.”
"Come on you two....you're talking to much again...."
Night
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Upon entering Mikaru’s apartment, he kicked off his sandals at the front door, shutting the door behind himself. Slipping the key back into his pocket, exhaled softly, “Hello?”
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:19 pm
Upon hearing her door being unlocked she smiled onto her pillow before hearing her Fiance's voice. "In here" She muttered, Sitting up and letting the blankets rest on her lap.
Her hair was actually quite messy and she ran her fingers through it as if to tame the wild hair that easily, although in this light it could be taken as a seductive gesture. Swinging her legs over to the side of the bed she stood up and stretched, grabbing her finished glass of water and walking to the fridge and filling it. She was in nothing more than a set of a Dark Plum Bra and Panties and she seemed quite unfazed that he was there.
"So why are you visiting me this late? Don't wanna be seen by the neighbors?" She teased and gave him a tired smirk. Moving back to her bed she sat down and took a sip of her drink before grabbing a pillow and laying down on her stomach facing Hatari.
"What do you plan on doing? Crashing here tonight?" She asked, her voice slightly muffled as her face sunk into the soft feathery pillow. "Feel free to raid the fridge, I would cook but it's too late and I'm PMSing" She face-planted into the pillow as if to exaggerate her point and peeked at him, curious as to why he was here. Her face tinted red slightly as her mind headed straight for the gutter and she shook her head some.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 3:25 pm
Smiling lightly as she ran her fingers through her hair, Hatari exhaled slightly, “Hnhnhn.”
Pulling off his black hooded sweatshirt, he tossed it onto a wooden chair. Revealing his upper torso also revealed his finely tuned body, the body that turely could be deemed the body of a Taijutsu god. Stretching his arms out, Hatari looked down blankly to Mikaru as he watched her make her way to the fridge. His eyes immediately scanned her body; Even though she was different, with the scars and stiches, her body was still flawless to him…especially that fine a** ;D
Paying attention to each fine….juicy detail….
Not caring if she knew that he was checking her out, he smiled, looking back up to her, “Why should I care what the ******** the neighbors think?” Hatari immediately dropped his pants, kicking them off towards the wooden chair. Approaching the fridge, Hatari yanked it open, pulling out a bottle of water. Opening it, Hatari downed the entire bottle before tossing it into the nearby recycle bin.
"PM'sing? EH, I don't mind. I'll sleep with you anyway," Hatari laughed.
Pulling back the sheets of the bed slightly, Hatari crawled in, hooking his arms around MIkaru’s waist from behind her.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 6:15 pm
Mikaru couldn't help but stare as Hatari stripped in front of her. Feeling the sudden flush to her cheeks she thought to herself 'When did I get so dirty.... I feel like such a pervert' She buried her face again but couldn't help but sneak a peek or two at her Fiancee.
She heard him speak, the first time she had actually talked to him in a few weeks. He was busy with Kage duties so she hadn't seen him much lately, she wondered idly why he decided all of a sudden to stop by. The Few words he did speak sounded dirty and sexual and she found that the blood once again rushed to her cheeks. She was embarassed by it obviously as she attempted to hide it in vain.
She nearly fell off the bed when she felt him slide up against her, his warm body pressing against hers she couldn't help but let a little yelp of surprise. She felt herself slipping off of the bed and managed to grab the headboard before falling. It was a comical position she was in, eyes wide and surprised, Cheeks red from embarrassment and the comforter hanging on her lap. "D...Don't surprise me like that.." She mumbled lowering her head in a sad attempt to hide her inflamed cheeks.
"What made you decide to come visit anyways..?" She asked, in a horrible attempt to try and take the spotlight off of her. She pulled herself back up to a comfortable position on the bed and laid down, looking into Hatari's eyes. Her cheeks were losing the Red flush and had dulled down to a light pink now.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 8:34 pm
When she yelped, Hatari watched as she slipped off of the bed. His eyes closed half way as he himself curled up underneath the covers. It was surprisingly cold in the Hidden Mist lately. Hatari assumed that snow would be coming sooner…unfortunately.
Starring at Mikaru, arms resting on the couch, he raised his index finger, tsk’ing Mikaru for her clumsiness. “Expect the unexpected, lover,” Hatari laughed lightly.
When Mikaru got into a comfortable position, looking into Hatari’s eyes, Hatari exhaled softly, “Do I really need a reason?” Hatari laughed, pulling the covers over her. Once again, he pulled her close by her waist, his smile fading away as he snuggled up against her.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 8:42 pm
She watched as he Tsk'ed her, and listened to him laugh. She puffed her cheeks out some and mumbled, "It's just been.... a long time since I've been this close to you... like this"
She closed her eyes and heard his question, "Mmmm, I suppose not. I was just curious why all of a sudden... Reprieve from work?" She watched him snuggle up against her and her cheeks became slightly darker. She was so much smaller than him now, her head nestled comfortably under his neck. Exhaling softly she allowed herself to reacquaint herself with his scent. It was Musky, like Sandalwood almost. It wasn't as vibrant as from when he lived in Konoha where the climate was much more temperate, but more dulled down now from the frequent rains of mist. She looked up at Hatari's face, so much more mature now than when she first met him.
She couldn't suppress a small fit of giggles as she thought of his younger antics at trying to woo her. She wondered how he had matured so much and was saddened to think she had missed so much of his life. Closing her eyes softly she allowed her nose to press against the middle of his chest, her skin, although she had once been dead, was still soft as ever.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 9:56 pm
His eyes were completely closed as she puffed her cheeks and spoke. “…yeah, I know,” Hatari replied quietly as he hugged Mikaru from behind. It wasn’t that he missed her; honestly, knowing that she was still alive in general was good enough for him. It was more like…he yearned for her touch…honestly for a touch with not a lot of strings attached, really.
Lucking his lips lightly, Hatari took a deep breath, taking in Mikaru’s scent. Her scent had changed just as drastically as her body had. Last time he had seen her, she smelled so plain…but now Hatari noticed a slight watery cinnamon smell about her. The atmosphere of the Hidden Mist hadn’t really ruined her scent but instead matured it to the equivalent of her matured body. What was she….21 or 22 now?
When Mikaru changed positions, Hatari loosened his grip immediately, allowing her to adjust. Opening one eye half way, he watched as she snuggled up close against him. When her head rested against his chest, his arms wrapped around her body, one hand slowly rubbing at her a**.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 1:59 pm
Mikaru stiffened as she felt his hand on her posterior end. Sighing she supposed some things would never change. Attempting to relax and ignoring the urge to slap his hand away she snuggled closer to her fiance. Looking up she was surprised to see him staring down at her with one of his eyes half open. She wondered idly what he was thinking, what sorts of thoughts were running through his head. Hatari to Mikaru was a conundrum she would never be able to figure out completely.
Looking back down she distracted herself by drawing small circles on his chest, "Mmm, Hatari?" She asked softly, her voice was cautious as if she were choosing her words carefully. "When do you think we're finally Ah.... going to tie the knot?" She looked up seriously, her hands stopping from their previous distraction. She looked carefully at him, gauging his reaction to her words. She wondered if he was still as serious as he was when he was younger about getting married.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 7:44 pm
Starring down to his wife, he didn’t even smile at the mention of marriage. It was funny how she had the urge to slap his hand away from her a**….it was actually somewhat sad that she still had such an urge. As the Mizukage, his life was destined to be full of danger, and Hatari wasn’t sure if Mikaru knew of what would happen if people knew that she was the Wife of the Mizukage; She would probably be targeted for assassinations…and this was leave Hatari with another worry on his shoulders. His wife was a proficient Ninja but…not enough. This left the Mizukage one option…
…they would have to die.
The one’s who were plotting to kill him in order to dethrone him would have to die…this ******** civil war would have to end….and Hyuuga Hatari had the perfect way to do it…but it would mess with the lives of those who lived in this ancient village.
“…what day would you like to get married?” Hatari said softly. His voice was void of happiness. Marriage didn’t really matter to him…what he really wanted was a family of his own…children to raise…
Licking his lips lightly, Hatari cocked his head to the side, his neck popping aloud. Raising his head into the air, he exhaled softly, a blue flame escaping his lips.
Keeping only one eye open, Hatari looked back down to Mikaru, “…did you want it as soon as possible?” Hatari asked. “And did you want to invite people?”
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 7:59 pm
She sighed, propping herself up on an elbow to look at him she frowned, moving a hand to brush his cheek lightly. "Why... Arn't you happier?" She asked. Something nagged at the back of her mind, her intuition was telling her something was off kilter.
"If you... don't want to get married it's fine. I just always thought that's what you wanted." Her eyebrows pulled together as she said this and she let her hand rest on his jawline. Looking at him she wondered seriously if he really wanted to get married at all. It had been years since he thought she was dead, she really didn't expect him to still harbor feelings for her but rather move on. Perhaps it was a natural gravitation the two had for each other, but she couldn't help but feel as if this was the right thing.
Sitting up she ran a hand through her hair. "Hatari, I don't want to force you into something you don't want.... Especially marriage. If your not willing to make the commitment I'm not going to force you too. Hell, I was surprised when you reacted the way you did when we were first reunited... I though you would have moved on...." It was obvious his lack of enthusiasm on the matter bothered her.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 8:55 pm
Hatari let out a sigh. “Yeah, I always wanted to have a family of my own and children. And if marrying is what I need to do to do so, then I’m for it 1,255%,” Hatari replied. “Besides, I love you enough to want you to be the mother of our children…if you’re fine with having my children,” Hatari replied, looking down to her.
Exhaling softly, when Mikaru sat up, Hatari sat up at the same time. Slicking his hair back slightly left bits of his hair at the other end of his head slumped over. He had just thought of something too...Mikaru had yet to find out that Hatari was a Jinchuuriki. Hatari smiled lightly at this thought; It shouldn’t matter; He was still the same Hatari…Mikaru knew more about him then most did…and if she loved him with this information…then that was all she needed to know; This was what Hatari truly believed…IF Mikaru did in fact love him like she had said before.
That led to another thought too….how would being a Jinchuuriki and still alive affect their child?
Maybe it was right to tell Mikaru this…but he didn’t really need anyone telling him or thinking that his main source of power was his demon…after all; The only birth effect of Hatari having a demon was that…at this moment, his thoughts turned to the many times where he would resist death and scream towards his enemy before running towards them with some super charged attack; Raiju was part of the reason that Hatari often became over hyperactive in the middle of battle….the six tailed weasel left him with so many little quirks…the same quirks that his mother was cursed with. Hatari felt a small shock run through his body; ******** weasel.
Looking to Mikaru, Hatari scratched at the back of his head; That shock had snapped him out of his somber state. Taking her chin in his hand, Hatari turned her head, forcing him to look at him. Looking into her eyes with his one eye, he pressed his lips against hers quickly. “Mikaru...I want to marry you. I L-O-V-E you,” Hatari said with a smile after breaking the kiss. “It’s just…I have so many things to sort through before we get married…I mean I have people attempting to assassinate me…but then again…I am of course,” Hatari raised his arms into the air, flexing, “The Great Hatari!! Master Ninja!! Grand Sage!! Master in the Arts of Ninjutsu, Taijutsu, and Genjutsu. The sexiest man alive!!! And at my side,” Hatari put his arm around his woman’s waist, “Mikaru!! Famed Medical Ninja!! The most gorgeous woman alive!!” Giving Mikaru a kiss on the cheek, Hatari gave her a devilish smile, “And you can’t say you aren’t.”
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 9:13 pm
Mikaru listened intently to Hatari's words, blushing when he asked her to have his children. "Of course I'll have kids with you. I love you and if you want a family I would be glad to give it to you" She blushed slightly while saying this, slightly embarrassed and she smiled sheepishly.
She couldn't help but let out a small squeak as he seemingly took a 180 in his attitude and kissed her quickly on the lips. She had to admit, he was surprising her way too much lately and as a ninja she knew that she should expect anything. However, Hatari made her feel different. As if she was just a normal person and not a ninja. Hatari was the one who made her feel human. She blushed more at his confession to her and smiled softly, a true genuine smile in which she only reserved for him and him alone.
She waited quietly as he praised himself and inwardly shook her head. He was indeed something different, and perhaps it was their differences that made them such a strong couple.
"For one, I can say I am not the most gorgeous woman alive. It doesn't make it true to some people, but in the literal sense, I can say it. And two, quite frankly I'm not surprised that your having assassination attempts. Those with power are always targeted and with your obvious strength and position it's only natural there are those who would want to oppose you. If you think assassins will make me change my mind about marrying you, you're sadly mistaken because I would walk through hell for you Hatari." She looked at him seriously before smiling softly and laying back down, holding her arms open so he could rest his head against her chest.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 6:48 pm
Hatari spread his arms, shrugging as he lay back down. “Mikaru. You know me. I don’t settle for less. You’re at the very top,” Hatari said with a wide smile. “he raised his hands up, causing his hands to wiggle, “Besides…even though I may seem like it, I don’t like loose women. They really piss me off. But at the same time….I don’t like reserved women much either. You’re a perfect balance for me.” Wiggling his fingers, he made a fake face to express how creeped out these two different types of woman him.
Resting his head down on her chest, Hatari slipped his arm underneath her, hooking it around her waist. “I wasn’t sayin that,” Hatari said with a yawn. Looking up to Mikaru when she mentioned walking through hell with him, Hatari grinned, “Walk through hell? Tch…no way in heaven I’d let you walk through a such a torturous place with me. Instead…I’ll kill Satan and then we’ll release all his prisoners, make a big kingdom and…BAM!!! We’ll name ourselves Lucifer and Lilith. And then we’ll rule,” Hatari raised his fist into the air, shaking it dramatically and jokingly, “With an Iron Fist!!!”
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 7:40 pm
She smiled softly at his facial expressions, they really were quite endearing at times like this and she wondered why he never showed this side of himself often. As he laid down on her bosom she ran one of her hands through his short blue hair, ruffling it up a bit before smoothing it back down.
She listened to his rant about how he would take over hell and she couldn't help but giggle some. "And then we'd have a happy kingdom and Kids running around our palace too." She smiled and glanced at the clock, 2:24. It was late and she wasn't exactly feeling as awake as she was earlier. Taking in a deep breath she began to hum a lullaby. It was one from a long time ago, when she was younger. She didn't remember the words, but the tune had stayed with her and she usually sang to herself before going to sleep.
Being here in Mist and meeting all these new people she realized something. Perhaps she was misinterpreting true strength for brawn. Sure as a Shinobi you needed to be strong to survive, but she had endured many Mental trials through her life as well. Perhaps true strength was the ability to completely trust in someone, and be able to contribute whether it be in something trivial or protecting them. She knew she wasn't useless as a shinobi, she wasn't outstanding like Hatari either. But perhaps even though she was inept at pure fighting, she would be able to pull through with determination. Perhaps it was childish this vow to live on her own until she deemed herself worthy, Perhaps she was scared of creating a family out of fear from her past. She didn't know really, but she did know that she loved Hatari with her whole heart and she would prove to him that she could be a Kunoichi that he would be proud of.
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