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Nekos touch seemed to relight the heat that had been there earlier, sparking back up the thoughts of what she wanted. She had not even noticed that he had dried her as her mind swam in the most comforting heat. Oh how she had wished things she shouldnt want... When he took his hand away she scrunched her brow and held back the whine of protest before looking at him again. His offer was more then tempting, and she wanted it, but with the soft grazed of wind, it seemed to wipe away his touch and give her back her thoughts.

"You know thats not possible, you know it will complicate things. Yes lust is one thing, but you made me human Neko." She stopped, thinking she was saying a bit too much. She admitted things a long time ago, but the fact was she had never really knew how far this would go. She had never expected to become human, to lose the fox and feel things in new ways. She had always figured id the fox left, that she would lose the lust towards anyone. She looked down again, he was leaving her.. Again. To let her think these thoughts alone.. Again. Why? Why did she have to feel this way? Her hand went to the scar on her chest and suddenly she noticed that it had gotten smaller. Ishira gasped, and pulled the robe appart to look down at the scar. When she couldnt get a good enough look, she rushed to the lake and went to her knees to look into it like a mirror. She stripped the robe off of her shoulders, and opened it just enough that it hung down to the middle of her back and barely covered her breast. The scar wasnt as wide anymore, but it still stood out. Her arm started its protest late, a delayed raction in the excitement. Oh hell, what did this mean? She starts thinking about.. stuff and the scar lessens? "Neko, i think i need to heal my arm..." She said, still looking at her reflection and at the scar itself as thoughts ran through her mind. Well not really thoughts....

"If we are still training then ill deal with it... But if pain is your way of fore play, im sorry but i dont like it this painful." Making a joke outa of it seemed harmless enough. She turned slightly to look over to him and noticed he had taken her tree. She cocked a brow and then looked back to the scar on her chest. Many things skimmed through her mind. Should she pull up the robe? Or was being here, like this, taking it too far? She never minded being nude, only when it got in the way of business, and well, her training. She was a shy person when it came to people she liked too, but more or less she wasnt all that modest. Considering Neko still wanted her to feel the pain, she took it as she was still in the mist of training. Ishira stood, pulling the robe back over her shoulders and tying it tightly to her. She turned to Neko with a sigh and walked to him stiffly.

"Its an act, it requires no emotion nor do you need to have the least bit of care for the one you do the act with. It is either for reproduction or pleasure, and for what others say, for love. But in my years, i dont believe people do that act in love any longer... " She stopped before him and tilted her head to the side as she looked him up and down. "One out of the two can believe they are doing it in love, but rarely is it met with another. It will complicate things, because your other student will look for reasons to kill me afterwards. She is one that does that act in love... And then theres Reeve, who i can not explain... Complications come left and right, and there are too many that will look for reasons to make our... Relationship more then it is. " All words to guide her away from what she wanted, and she knew it. She was lying to herself in the worse way, and it wouldnt be easy for her to hide it from him. He would see it, she was sure, but she what she said had some truth. She crossed her arms, being careful with the injured one and then shifted her weight. Being close to him was hard with the subject they had choosen to once again explore.

Ishira unwrapped her arms, coming over to him and leaning down so that her hair cascaded over one shoulder. She put either arm to each side of him and moved so that she could look into his eyes when he opened them. Her arm throbbed and tried to shake with the pain but some thing in her clicked and it didnt hurt any longer. She was human, but her eyes were still red and the light around them did its own work to make them shine. The robe wasnt hers, so it didnt fit her chest well without making a show for Neko.
"I dont need you to love me, and i dont want you to. I dont even wish to have any emotion like that for you. It would be only an act, and i will not be the one to start it. If you want me, take me, or just leave it be. I will control myself either way. Time is limited, i wont just sit here and wait. I came here to train, and thats all i will need to keep myself either way." She was serious, and by the time she had finished what she had to say she moved back up so that she would stand straight again. Her eyes didnt leave Neko until she went to turn away from him.

"You make it a problem when you do things to spark it again Neko. I understand trying to kill that in me... I understand attacking weakness's, but the way you..." Ishira frowned. She was at a loss for words. She couldnt ask him about that stupid kiss, he had obviously been playing a game. And hell, it was training, he did what anyone would do to throw off an opponent of the oposite sex. Ishira had used it to get the necklace on Reeve, so it wasnt like she shouldnt have expected it...

"Hell, you played a game there that im not sure was just for the training Neko." Ishira shook her head and then sat down on a root to her tree. She wished she could climb up into it, but with her arm and with her being human, it wouldnt be that easy. "You knew what it would do to me..."

"Leave it at that? " Ishira was now more curious then she probably should have been, or maybe it was anger? Yes, anger. She didnt like being played with at all. She let out a light growl and then laid down on the root that was bigger then her and would substitute for the branches she usually had for a bed.

"Whatever... Faking emotions just sends mixed signals... If you wanna mess with me, its better to just do it without any emotion so it would be, i dont know, pointless, and make me question it?" Ishira waved one arm angerly in jesters that she knew he wasnt paying attention to. She narrowed her eyes, well hell, he confused her with the fake emotions anyways. "Whats the point in wasting time making fake emotions when you can screw with a persons mind and body either way..."

She knew hed ignore her, and with her mind racing she wondered how well she would sleep. Sighing, she sat up and looked around, paying little mind to Neko. She spotted her bag, and then smiled. She wanted in her own clothes if she was going to rest, because right now, even smelling Neko wasnt good for her. Ishira got up and grabbed her bag, pulling it open and ignoring the pain in her arm. Digging through she threw out many peices of red fabric that she had grabbed while she had been out with Motoko. Ishira smiled and then stripped off the robe Neko had given her. Folding it nicely she put it to the side before digging into the red fabrics. Looking down made her realize that her panties were torn and nothing that she wanted to wear, so she stripped them off too.

Ishira was sure Neko was probably asleep, though she didnt think hed pay much attention anyways. The wind played with her hair as she organized her new outfit before putting it on. It consisted of one half kimono that went to her mid thighs and was designed with cherry blossoms. Its sleeves ended at her shoulders with two bells on each side. Then there was a deep red under skirt that tied together on her hips, under the kimono. Ishira kept the kimono open as she tied the skirt tightly to her hips. She swayed, almost exposing her chest as she tested to see if the skirt would move too far outa place. It didnt luckily. While this part of her clothing went inches above her ankles, Ishira pulled out another decorative fabric. She tucked one end into the belt of her skirt and let it fall. It too had cherry blossoms from top to bottom and went a little lower then her skirt. With that all done, she tied a thin red fabric around her waist to keep the new decorative fabric in place just in case it slipped from the belt of the skirt.

Ishira closed her half kimono over the skirt and fabric, evening it out before grabbing a black obi along with its extras. It was very difficult at first to put the obi on. Her arm protested over and over until she was finished with the last details of it. She then wrapped the one arm tightly with another piece of red fabric, this one being a bit thicker, and giving her support in the arm. She picked up what were her two sleeves and slipped them over her arms, pulling on the strings that tightened the top to her. Thick ribbons of fabric helped her keep the sleeves on her as she wrapped them around and up her arm, tying each just above her biceps. Her sleeves went from a bright red at her biceps, to a dark crimson down her arms and past her fingers. The sleeves just hid her hands, and were covered with curved pale lines, and blossom petals from here and there. Ishira didnt bother to put her hair up at that moment. Her body had grown tired, and she felt her skin getting moist with the first signs of sweat. She stuffed her other clothes into the bag, and then went back to her spot before.

Ishira looked one last time at Neko before laying down on and closing her eyes. Hopefully this outfit would live longer then her other one.

Ishiras eyes opened slightly as Neko touched her. It hadnt been long since she had went to sleep, she doubted that it had been even and hour. Yet she felt better, rested enough to start training again. He went in and kissed her, which made her glare at him. Why? Why when before did he now show interest? It was irritating, annoying and made her want to just go off on him. She felt a tug to her obi and her eyes widened slightly with surprise. She moved up, pushing him back so she could look at him. Narrowing her eyes further she let out a slight growl. Her arm went back and then she threw it forward, smacking him across the face.
"Dont mess with me Neko.... Dont put false emotions into this." She purred and then kissed him again before he could say anything.

Ishira had barely slept. She kept looking out to the now not frozen lake and thought about the things she had wanted to ask Neko. He had left her confused and swore, with little answers to anything and more questions then she wanted to think about. In her time of trying to figure the questions out, her pain had returned to her arm, and other parts were sore now. That was mostly her fault though, and she had to spend an extended amount of time retraining herself to ignore most of the pain. Saddly somethings couldnt be ignored, since they one, were new, and two brought up the questions. In that time she had braided her long hair so that it wouldnt mess up when she went to sleep, but it had been pointless, she had slept maybe an hour or two. No matter how hard she had tried, she wasnt tired, and paid too much attention to the thoughts in her head.

Sighing, she leaned her not bruised cheek on her knees as she craddled her hurt arm in the space between her legs and stomach. Yes like most times when she was alone she was nude again. She had fixed her outfit as she waited for Neko to return, but he hadnt even made a sound, in fact nothing had... It didnt matter much, she had no need to put anything on at the moment and was more comfortable this way.

Ishiras free hand went to where a wound should have been, and it too confused her on why it had been healed while her arm was still cracked... She was bent over so that her hair spilled away from the tattoos on her back and the crimson lines that surrounded and in some places went into them. Most were scabbed over, but the ones that were opened stung when the wind hit them. The cramping started as soon as her mind went back and she let out a frustrated growl as she leaned back to stretch the cramp out. She was bored, and tempted to walk up to the office, but really didnt want to run into anyone on the way. Looking up, she propped her chin on her knees. Well hell, here she was, in pain and human. At the least the only thing that really bugged her was her arm, and the fact that she knew Neko was hurt and possible playing games with her head again... But.. He had said "No games, just us. You have my word.." Ishira repeated the words and wondered. It was just an action... wasnt it?