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Sakeme nodded, understanding what he meant. "So... after the festival, you'll help me? I'm currently trying to learn that shadow intimidation jutsu... I read about it and a few others in scrolls at the Amegakure library... I heard the chunins might be comming around soon, too... I just want to be prepared." She continued walking along, she saw various booths here and there. Some looked interesting. Perhaps she would try out a few?

(alright, this was like... my last post until sunday night or monday. Take care people... hopefully I can convince my grandma to take me to the library or something...)

"That's not...!" She started to say, but fell silent.

However, when Marcus left, she suddenly felt a pang of regret for not telling him that he misunderstood. So Yokou sighed, and seated herself on a nearby stone bench, hands propping up her head...and took to staring at the boxes. She didn't feel any impulse to open neither of them. Nor did anyone passing by missed the aura of depression (how could they not anyways, with the rest of the village so bustling and alive) that seemed to have glued itself to the Hyuuga queen. A disembodied voice asked her a question (she didn't see Roy, as her hands were covering her face now). So she answered. "I-I...think I made him mad..." Kind of an understatement...but, with those words...did the depressing purple/black-line aura hanging around just darken another shade (expression: emo )?

Yokou hung her head lower, and the aura of depression just went from purple to pitch black. Oh...dear... It was the Winter Festival, it was Christmas, for goodness sake...yet the aura around the Hyuuga queen was funereal... Finally, she looked up, but still holding her head with her right hand. Her gaze was distant but cleared a little, seemingly registering Roy's presence...or at least enough that she recognizes this was a familiar person. But at his question, she almost involuntarily clutched her neck, with her free left, as if it suddenly began burning, right on the spot where Marcus had kissed her...

"I...don't know...I don't know..." She said, mostly to herself, almost wildly. But it wasn't that she doesn't know...it's more like... "He...I don't understand...why...?" And she didn't understand. This whole situation was ludicrous...it couldn't be, anyways...they weren't even from the same village... It was just a joke right? She'll just pretend nothing happened... "That's right...I'll just apologize..." She was muttering to herself, as if in reassurance, yet there was the faintest trace of panic and terror... "I'll just apologize...nothing's wrong..."

A depressed, loopy Hyuuga… yea… yea that is ALL Iwagakure needs. Never mind that she is the head of the Hyuuga. Just from playing his video games he knew the Hyuuga were a pain in the a**. Of course, he toned down what he saw in the games a bit so he would have a better idea of reality but even then, it was still scary as hell to think about what this woman could do if she went from depressed to pissed. Specially if she caught a certain Tsuchikage off guard. This could spark another war… lord only knows that some of the older, more traditional members of Iwa and Konoha wouldn’t mind one even if the two countries were in NO way ready to go to a war. He decided that it would be best to accompany the Hyuuga on her little trip. He knew that the Tsuchikage was to be passing out presents… looked like he had already given her one. He decided to aid her in making her way to the orphanage.

“Here… take my hand. I’ll lead you there.” He could be nice… every now and then..


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Marcus’ porno’s didn’t sell just because he was cute. He was a great actor and, if it hadn’t been for those sorted films, he could have gone into legit mainstream acting. Of course, it helped to have an audience that wanted to believe in you anyway.

The children were livid as the front doors of the orphanage sprung open and the horse drawn slay came sliding into the place. Of course, these weren’t your average reindeer and he was short a few but still.

“Wooooo… woooo. Good good. MERRRRY Christmas everyone. Have you all been good little boy’s and girls?”

“YES SANTA!!” the children cheered in unison.

”Hoooo ho ho. Good good. Then lets get you all those gifts you so richly deserve. Line up for me kids!”

The children were very obedient when this came about. They were quite the little troopers really. There was a chair set up for him to sit in and do the whole ‘Sit on Santa’s lap” trick. He grinned as he remembered a movie he did once that started off with that but shook his head. This was neither the time, nor the proper age group. He sat back and began to take in the requests of the children and passed out the toy’s that were either what they wanted (thanks to the orphanage staff already learning and passing the info on to him) or close to it.

However… he couldn’t help but glance over to the spot where the ‘helper’ was to stand. He had given the official helper the holiday off, figuring Yokou would come and assist but now…

Marcus looked to the child and pat him on the head.

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Roy glanced around, “What the duce?!” He began to growl and soon opened his jacket to allow the cat free room, “ETNA! Summoning Jutsu NOW!”

In one of her rare moments, she agreed with Roy and didn’t place even the slightest bit of argument on it. Although whether she was doing it because she wanted to see the fiosco or because she actually cared was entirely her own to ponder. She lept from the warmth of Roy’s jacket and high into the air. A huge plum of smoke would appear in front of Yokou and there, before her, was the devil dog Cerberus, all three heads glaring down to Yokou and growling.

In a strange twist of fate, Etna lept away and then came back with antlers for all 3 of the heads. Even stranger, when they noticed, their tail started to wag as if they were happy.

Arching an eyebrow, Roy simply shook his head and looked to her, “What are you, some sort of chicken? Is this why the Hyuuga are so damn emo in all the text books and games I’ve played? Cause you run when emotions get involved? You like him don’t you… so why can’t you just say it?”

He knew he had no clue what was really going on but he knew that if she ran, it wouldn’t be good. “Hmmm, or maybe your afraid of some sort of political crap cause your from Konoha and he’s from Iwa? Please… as if that idiot gives a s**t. I haven’t known him long but from what I’ve learned about him, he’d blow up a country just to satify his bordem, you think he wouldn’t do that and more to go after the woman he loved?!”

Uh…interesting word… he had absolutely no idea if it was true but lets see where this goes…

”Santa…doesn’t just kiss kiss people all willy nilly. He places his lips on people he cares for. The closer the location to the heart, the more he means to them…” He had kissed her neck once before… about as close as he could get to her heart without being knocked into next week. He liked her… a lot but those spats of cold emotion were a huge deterrient. He didn’t want to be connected with people who could so easily cut their emotions off. He had learned that emotions were the source of all things in life and to cut them off was to cut off ones humanity. He hated it really but he’d give her another try if she wanted.

All this was all well and fine but Etna wanted a bit of a excitement to push this alone. She whispered something into one of the heads of the demon dog. A grin crossed both their lips as the dog lowered its head a little. A deep breath was taken and soon a huge snort came out and pushed out heated shots of flames towards the Hyuuga. Rather, around her. Her actual flesh wouldn’t be touched and the heat wasn’t enough to actually hurt but her clothes would hate it… hate it so much to where they’d catch aflame in some places and smoke in others. Etna simply smiled and licked her paw.

Roy looked to her and growled then moved back to the boxes that she was carrying earlier. He knew that she would’nt be able to wear these clothes much longer and thus was trying to hand her the boxes that Marcus had given her earlier, “Come on come on. Off with your clothes.” He took off his jacket and held it up to cover her as she changed if she decided to.

Giglamesh was still dancing up on the karaoke stage dancing along with caramel dansen with mai trying to do same, giglamesh was basically acting as if he was drunk yet he didnt have any thing to drink did he? Giglamesh would see Chi-chan dazing off again like before, perhaps more memory was returning. Giglamesh would hop down to the floor and go over to chi-chan grab her hands and try to pull her up on stage to enjoy herself, she seemed to feel as if she was feeling depressed, it wassent suited for the holidays so he was trying to cheer her up.

The villages lights grew in the darkness of the light and the music of the festival seemed to welcoming and invitational. Taishiroku slowly shifted his attention, as hard as it was, back to the water and allowed his finegrs to dance with the ripples of his initial movements. His eyes keeping track of each ripple counting them as they moved. His fingers simply enjoying the movement of the water as the waltz continued.

Well... What kind of person would i be sitting here talking to myself?...

Well.. an insane one...

That was a stupid question... Maybe i should go to the village..

Maybe you should.. better than sitting here. but you wouldn't do it... your a chicken... I dare myself to do it.

I accept! the only chicken i am associated with is the one we ate for dinner!

He pushed upward with his left hand forcing his torso upward. Simultaneously he appled pressure to his right foot forcing his body into a twisting rotation allowing his stomach to face the ground. His right arm swung around slapping it's palm upon the green carpet of the earth. His left leg pushing himself forward forcing him into a running sprint toward the village. His mind challenging himself and pushing himself to face his fear of large crowds.

Stupid dares...