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"Most likely? Interesting.." Ishira shivered again, her body was starting to feel a bit cooler.... That was probably not good, but she paid more attention to the sword and how his grip had tightened around the scabbard. Did that mean he was going to pull it out? Was it a threat? Should she be worried? She narrowed her eyes. Or did it mean he didnt want her to touch it? Why wouldnt he want that? Was it really that dangerous.... The hand closet to the sword lifted but didnt go towards it. She wanted to touch it, she wanted to see what it would do. But why? Why was she so curious? Was it because of what he had said it would do or-.

"Kyuuketsuki stop it... You are not to do that again." Ishira craned her head to look behind her again to the weapon on the ground. Sure enough, it was letting out small, short pulses, and with each, Ishiras curousity grew. After Ishira spoke though, Kyuuketsuki stopped, and waited. "That thing truly hates you..."

"I think that would piss anyone off.... " Though maybe that was what he had done to her. Here she was, alone with just him, taken away from the world around them. But she didnt hate him and it was more that she had come to him. He touched her though, drawing her attention to him in a glare at first, but then he moved her.. She took it as a sign that he was done. She moved off of him and edged off the bed, her attention now back onto Kyuuketsuki. She stumbled lightly, and shivered against the coldness of the ground as she kneeled down and touched the staff of the weapon.

Hes done the same to you. You are a weapon to him that he wants to control and understand. You are no different from me. Kyuuketsukis voice rang out this time, and Ishira wasnt sure if it was just in her head this time. She pulled her hand back from Kyuuketsuki, thinking about it for a second. A blank expression crossed her face. Kyuuketsuki was right, Ishira was nothing more then something for Neko to learn from and bend to his will, nothing more and nothing less. A pang of pain went through her chest and she grimiced for a moment. Why? Why should it matter, she choose this, and anyways, her and Neko agreed they would be friends either way this ended.

"I may be no different, but i am of use... I have my place and im fine with it Kyuuketsuki. You will stop trying to turn me or i will lock you away myself." She said it lowly and then she grabbed the staff, slowly getting back to her feet. "Whats next?"

Ishira stood and glared at him, she hated these mood swings of his. She held Kyuuketsuki in both hands and turned to him. A noise coming from the blade like a growl of a cat. Ishiras fingers lightly traced the symbols of the weapons staff as she, like she was reading them without looking at them. A though came across her mind and she smirked.

"Control... The only control i dont have on her is over you... Other then that." Ishira lifted Kyuuketsuki lightly, tracing a circle around her and then tapping it to the ground ever so slightly in front of her. "Kyuuketsuki, take the wounds youve inflicted on me, for they were not for me." Ishiras eyes lowered, looking blank for a moment again.

Yes, master... Kyuuketsukis voice rang and Ishira closed her eyes. What looked like a light seeped out of the circle and then burst up into what looked like a clear wall all around Ishira. Her hair moved up as well exposing her chest as each wound sealed, leaving no scars and the smooth skin that had been there. There was a pulse from Kyuuketsuki and then the wall disappeared, Ishiras hair falling back over her ample breasts and her eyes opening.

"When do we leave?" Ishira asked. Thank you Kyuuketsuki... She relayed to the blade. It only did a single pulse of energy, that moved Ishiras hair away from the front of her. It was followed with a small snicker.

Ishira cocked a brow and continued to moved her fingers against the staff lightly. They symbols interested her and she would have to look the up later. But what interested her more, was Nekos reaction. Kyuuketsuki hadnt sent an attack at him at all. She had just caused a small gust of wind to push her hair away from her chest... And then Kyuuketsuki had snickered.... What was that about? A wicked smile crossed her face as the answer came to her.

"Oh wow, you really dont like him... As long as you dont attack him i guess thats fine." Ishira pulled Kyuuketsuki to her and whispered into the blade. It sang joyfully in response and Ishira couldnt help but laugh. Maybe she shouldnt be pushing those kinds of buttons.. But wasnt it Neko who said nothing had happened? That he saw it only as an act? Yes, there were emotions, but Ishira highly doubted he cared for her in anyway other then that of a student and teacher. She sighed, looking at herself. She may not have a top on, but other things were covered... And her hair was long enough to cover, if Kyuuketsuki didnt move it too often. Ishira nodded, and then went to Nekos office.

Ishira put Kyuuketsuki in the nook on her arm. She caught the clothing and wrap easily before putting the cloths down and leaning Kyuuketsuki gently against a wall. She used the wrap to bind her chest, making them a bit more noticeable, like always. She had cleavage, and hell if they were going out shed rather have some kind of distraction if something came after them. She buttoned the dress shirt up to right under her chest and then nodded. Ishira grabbed Kyuuketsuki again and used her ripped fabric to tie it too her back. She waited, and then followed him when he opened the door.

Ishira was steps behind, now holding Kyuu because in their run she had loosened and almost tripped Ishira. Her breath was like her heart beat, quick and sharp. Her skin was just starting to get moist as she stopped at the doorway, looking behind her before fully walking into the room. Her eyes stayed focussed on something that wasnt there, and it wasnt until she ran into the desk that she looked to Neko, wincing slightly and rubbing where she had been hit. Her breathing was under control enough that she could speak.
"Well that was one hell of a run." She said through gasps before taking her place next to him.

Ishira narrowed her eyes but said nothing. He was right, she needed sleep. She hadnt noticed it before, but she felt drained, and was suddenly aware of how much she hadnt been sleeping. She yawned, tapped a finger against Kyuu to give her a sign that she needed it to be quiet. She then walked to the rail, her eyes fixed on Neko. She tilted her head slightly, her arms crossed under her chest and on top of the rail. Her tunic rode up her thighs as she bent over the rail, giving Neko a once over before she looked down to the tree she usually slept it. She would have normally just jumped from the rail and glided down there, but she was human. Sighing she turned away from the rail walked into the room that the bed she was offered was in.