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"Strip.." Ishiras growl grew deeper as her eyes narrowed even further. "You have things on you, and im not willing to sit here and play stupid for you. You strip or ill rip all that clothing off of you! Im not going into this blind." Ishira took a step forward, this woman was too much like Neko. She made Ishira jumpy, which wasnt good. She knew if this woman was like Neko, she had secrets like him, and was always ready for practically anything. That meant there were weapons, there were things there to take her life if needed, and Ishira wasnt going to be in the dark.

Ishira cocked a brow, calming as she walked up to the bed, looking down at what seemed to be an armies worth of weaponry. She gave a sharp chuckle and then looked at Motoko.
"I would think Ally would be your partner... Again, i dont see what Neko sees obviously. I dont get it." Her hands were inches away from the weapons but she showed no sign of wanting to take them or use them. Well there was no way she would chose to fight this woman... She knew it wouldnt be a smart move on her part. Ishira couldnt help it, she looked at the girls body. Ishira pulled her hand away and turned away, stripping off the clothing she had been given and folding it neatly before going to her dresser. Unlike Motoko, she had no weapons, or at least none that were visible...

"Dont like people, isnt that obvious?" Ishira pulled open her dresser, pulling out something that instantly made her smile. The burgundy fabric slipped over her fingers and up her arm. It draped over her shoulders as she pulled her long back hair out from under it. It was her Kimono, something very precious to her. Pulling out a gold obi she turned, facing Motoko as she wrapped it around her. Her kimono was snug, hugging her curves until a classic one would. The dragons had once been gold like the obi itself, but there was a red tint to them and it smelled of old blood. "Yes ive lived through many things, and its all taught me that others die far too easily. Running a group is like watching children that only get themselves in trouble. I like doing my work by myself, without the worry some ones going to die on me." She pulled up her hair, pulling it into a half bun before letting some of it hang loose, hiding where human ears would be.

Ishira let out another growl this time using it as a threat.

"Well well doesnt someone know a bit more then they should. Missing a few parts there. I would never turn on Neko, i never planned to nor do i have a plan to. Your file has some flaws that should be noted obviously. Tut and Reeve are two problems that cause more then one issue with me. I know my hate and my love for one, but the other has me completely confused. Maybe its lust maybe its something else but i dont intend to chase it around like a b***h in heat. Those trinkets are keeping me from killing what ever i so damn choose right now, so watch your tongue. If it werent for them i would throw away any of my memories and start acting like the mindless killer my mother became after her four hundredth year. Memories, thoughts, emotions, all of which are needed to stay in the least bit sane. " Ishira tied the last of the Kimono before letting out her last snarl. She was pissed, more so then recently. It had taken a lot for her to care about anything after so many years. She had kept many things, her kimono being the one main thing that kept her mind straight. "Co existence has always been something i havent been fond of, but who would if most their life they had been hunted...." She mumbled as she started going through her things again, her hands shaking.

"So great that some one can point that out." Ishira again mumbled, not disagreeing with the woman. Yes, she had been completely right, Ishira should have had control over herself but she didnt. She looked to Motoko, slightly smirking at the girl, she was just like Neko... And it seemed they all had something much more in common then they would have liked. Leaning against her dresser she looked over the girl. "Yes, i didnt go to Neko for power. Im not power hungry, i just want control, which you have both seemed to have a hold over... Trinkets should mean nothing, for in the end they get destroyed and we all go back to the earth in which we came from. Only problem being that for some reason i need them. So tell me, after so long why do you think i would need them?" The girl had already angered her, so it wasnt going to hurt to ask a question when she knew she wasnt going to like the answer. She was curious, and she could sense the girl wasnt doing this out of vain, in fact she had the same look Neko did when he was trying to figure things out.

"Weak willed." Ishira agreed, and shrugged. "Ive always doubted what i could do, and it keeps me from doing things i want to do. The thought of messing up is a fear, which i need to get rid of but am too cowardly to try. Again, too many people, why i liked living alone." She lifted herself up to sit on the top of the dresser. Putting two hands under her chin she lowered her gaze and looked directly into Motokos eyes.

"Now that ive said that heres another question for you. Why is it i want so many but wont take any of them? " Of coarse she was talking about Reeve and Tut, but she wondered if the woman would catch that she meant that there was another. "Could it simply be lust? Be the untamed nature of the fox in me that has an urge to procreate? Or do i want love? Something which im straying from to keep up with our.. Senseis training."

"I dont have an answer." Ishira shrugged, then pushed off the dresser, her white ears perked as she tail swayed with her movement. "Part of me claims its lust, that the fox in me needs a release at some point in time, and that the years i have waited is too long. Another wants a child, after losing two theres always hope. As far as love, i can say that everyone wants, and mostly needs it, im no different. I dont have a clear answer, though i know what my body wants and either way, whether its lust, the urge to create or love, it comes down to one thing. " Ishiras head was bowed as she approached the woman, a sign of submission, or that she wasnt going to cause harm. Her smile was the same as her eyes calculated Motokos movements. She smelled like Neko, acted like Neko, and definitely felt like Neko. All were not good things for Motoko right now. "Now tell me this.. You say you have never felt lust? Then how have you loved? Have you never had an urge to take or even hold some one you wanted? " Her movements were slow but she gently brushed against Motoko, touching the girl for the first time.

"Your creator... You out of all his things, smell, and feel like him. You are unlike everything else i have seen of his. Each of them smell foul and feel wrong... " Ishira turned her hand, grabbing Motokos lightly and pulling her in. She tilted her head as if she were trying to look deeper into Motoko, as if to try and see the womans soul, which of coarse she couldnt if she tried. Ishira sighed, looking slightly disappointed before she let go and moved away. "You may act like him, and be like him in so many different ways, and hell you could look like him and yet you still dont do the same thing to me... I dont understand him, it seems like a game is being played and he doesnt even realize hes doing it. So you, who is so much like him, tell me how do i hate him like i did before and continue to learn from him?"