"I await it eagerly, Oboro-sama..." Shari answered with another ineffective smile. Everything about the brooding woman's personality was fearsome, fearless and magnetic. It gave Shari the strange feeling of wanting to serve under her, despite the fact that the monk would probally survive only half as long as she would with Rin.
Everything was so messed up. How did this ugly gnarled dog of a woman end up in a sex rectangle? The woman who can't even keep decent freinds around?
Twirling the empty octopus stick in her fingers, Shari just sincerly hoped that the redhead's choice of meal was a coincidence. So much for going out to get food. I'm not so hungry anymore...
Returning to the Inn room, she gave Kai an awkwardly frank grin, before sitting on the bed next to him and wordlessly kissing his forehead.
Kai stirred and stuck an arm out to the side, expecting to meet with warm skin. When instead he met only cooling sheets he opened his eyes blearily, noted Shari had already left, and allowed himself to subside back into sleep.
He woke again at the sound of her re entering the room, and pushed himself up onto his elbows. "Hmm," he mumbled sleepily as she kissed his forehead. "Where'd you go?"
He pulled himself out of the bed completely with a sigh and began dressing himself, scooping clothes up from where he'd discarded them the previous night. "It's later than I thought," he yawned "I guess we should go watch the tournament..."
Gods he didn't want to leave this room. He knew as soon as he did he'd be forced to face everything she'd confessed last night. Even acknowledging that was enough to make him wince inside. Gods Kai, you're an idiot.
Perched on the end of the bed, Shari watched Kai get dressed with the same sheepish smile still plastered on her face, only looking away when their eyes eventually made contact, and his own uncertain mood was projected straight at her. "...For food." She explained, gazing at her feet and unable to repress the strange mousey expression that her large eyebrows were managing. "But nowhere was open."
Yes, it was still akward. If it wasn't for the humbling, depressing and exausting events of earlier on in the night, Shari wondered if he would have accepted her at all... Perhaps Kai is still thinking of me like a moronic stray child, since the forks in our pasts are so similar, yet divergent? That would be close enough... She couldn't lie and say she felt guilty. It just wasn't true. But that didn't mean that she wanted to die an unloved monster, either.
"...I did mean it. I'll do anything." She reaffirmed, out of the blue. It didn't take an empath to pick up what they were both thinking about. Even her voice was peaceful in saying it. "If it makes you feel better, just think of me like a tool. In the bedroom, even! My affection for you is honest but... but I can see why you wouldn't... Well, no need to state the obvious."
He glanced up sharply, watching her as she spoke. He dropped his robe back where he found it and sat half naked next to her on the bed, wrapping an arm that was still hot and soft with sleep around her waist. "Shari," he said, "I don't know what I'm doing. I have no idea what... this is. I don't, can't and won't think of you as a tool." He fell silent, groping for the right words in his head. "I really care for you, Shari. You can't- you cant underestimate that. I'm not trying to ignore... or even forget what you've done... so much as... I don't know. I don't know," he shook his head, "I'm tired of thinking about it. All my life I've been followed around by the bad things other people have done and right now I'd just like to move past it and maybe let myself... enjoy myself, enjoy this... thing we have here."
Shari seemed caught off gaurd by his affectionate tone of voice and just sort of froze up for a moment whilst he talked. Kai's willingness to become so close with her wasn't exactly something she understood either.
A meek sideways glance angled back towards him, followed by a meaty black-stained arm that idly caressed his dense pecks, then worked it's way up to his abs with dedication. "Well... I can't appologise to people in the past. It will never happen." The smile was still unsure of itself, but her intentions where fluidic. "Something I can do is use it as fuel, and try and make you happy, through... As long as I'm in your debt for accepting me like this, I can do that at the very least..."
For a few moments more she just continued to caress and said nothing, unwilling to disturb the situation.
"...Yoko is on in a bit." She changed the subject with a soft, whimsical tone. "Those damn cheeks melt my heart every time."
Kai nodded, and after a second returned her touch. As so often he felt like he was standing on a knifes edge with her, and one wrong move would send him screaming into the abyss.
When she spoke he took a second to register it, but the mention of Yoko brought a smile to his face, "She is completely adorable," he agreed. "You want to go find her before she goes up?"
"It'll be a few hours yet." Shari responded simply. Kai's daunted expression always made her feel like she needed to set him at ease, but for the crude monk to actually manage that was a differant story. "But we can go and get something to eat, and then stroll their in our own time, if you want..."
"...Which reminds me." Giving his cheek a departing stroke, Shari then strode over to the bathroom doorway, and began to perform a series of rapid pull-ups. Those muscles had to come from somewhere, right?
“Mmm,” Kai agreed, “sounds like a plan.” He pulled himself off of the bed and began gathering up his clothes again, shoving them into his bag and pulling out a clean shirt. “Do you fancy anything in particular? I could go for some tamagoyaki-” He cut himself off mid sentence as he caught sight of Shari’s muscular back rippling with exercise. He watched her for a few moments, the only sound in the room her slight grunts of exertion as she thrust herself up and into he doorframe with rhythmic movements. Kai abandoned his bag and moved up behind her, pupils dilated and eyes dark. “Suddenly,” he said quietly, “I’m not so hungry for food.”
Hei did not sleep well.
It was dark. And cold. And Hei was alone.
So very cold.
She was alone in a endless black abyss. Blacker than black. There was no frame of reference, no sensation save the cold, a horrible sense of dread that seemed to come from within and from without, and a terrible, deafening, soul-murdering silence.
She had no sense of anything, not even herself.
She could not tell if she was floating, falling, or rising.
And she was alone.
Except, of course, she was not alone.
She was not alone.
It is here with her.
It always is.
It always has been.
It always will be.
And It sees her.
It sees her.
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H̨͡a̴̕͟s̶͢t̢u̴̢҉̵̵r͝҉ ̕͝m̷͝͞͏a̶͏̛ ̴̛p̵̢̀͘h̷̶̕͟g҉̧͡ẃ͡a̡͝͞͞'̵̸̨͢͞ç̸ù̀͘͡͝l̛ ̴̛h̢͢͢͝͠n̵͘a̵͠k̵̵̶̀̕f̢͢.̶̷̡̧͡
̢͘N͏͏҉͜y̵̢a̡r̀̕͠͠l̸̴͘͝a̧͞t̶̵̨̀h̢̕͜o͘͘͘t̛é̕͜͞͞ p͡͡͠ ̸̴̷̸͟p̵͡ù͠͏̵͏u͏̷l̕͘ ̶̴̨͏̷s̢k̵͢͠͏s̕̕͜h̵̀͘͡҉g̵n̷̵͢:̕ ҉o̶͢͠͡n̛҉̨̛͘'̸͢m̸̛͘͢͢a̷͝͞ ̴̶͞y̴̷̛e̵̶̶̕͢ḩ͏̨͘'̸̕͘g̵͘l̷̡u̧͠ ̸̧̢͟z̷͞͠ų͝q̕.̸
T̳̹͖̪̝͖͉̻̻̣̺̠͔̯͉̦̻̠ͤͮ̊ͦͣͤ͊̆ͯ̍ͨ̅ͧ̉ͬ͑̃̋́͜ͅh̅̌͛ͬ̇͗̀̾ͥ ̴̡̩͓̦̞̤͓̼̖̙͚̮͍̅́̌ͯ̀ͮ̏͋̽̚͞͝o̬̪̳̦̤̻̭̪̮̙̳̱ͤͮ̐̎̏͋̋̄͂̀͡ ̦̫ŏ̿ͦͭ̊̌͏͚͙̭͇̲̰̟͔͈͔͢͡ņ̸̛̙̪͈̮̤̖̲͉̝̟̖̲ͥͨ̔͊̋̒ͦ͛̂ͦ́͜ ͕͉̻̲̩̰̼̺̣w͍̺͚͔͞g̡̧̧̫̼̩͉̮̬͡ͅa҉̜̤̲͙̗̣̳̠̦͖̘̦͖̼h͈̲̤͜͢͠ ͍͕̭̘̗̳̩̗̮͉̰͈̲'̡̫̖͍͖͕̥̝̫̜̳͉̪̼̀͝n̵̨̥̙̭̱̝̠̝͔͚̞̲͇͚͜a̢͞ ̧̢̼̥̠͚̣̩͉̰̻̝̗͚̼̣̯̯̩́g̵̷̡͏̸̯͕͎̖̝͍̱̤̭̜͖l͏̧̛̬̬̦̠̥̥̬̦̀ ̠ ̴̢̞̜̖͙͖̩͍̗͔̬̞̤̼͢ͅf̢̺̻̤̦̞̗̹̻̮̹̗͉̀͟ͅh̡̼̘̝͙̝̦͚̠͇̀ͅt͢͝ ͍̩͔͔͙͉̺͖̦̭͓̟͚̺á̪̜͉̱͞g͏҉̦̝̻̞̙̬̠̩̥̫̦͘ṉ̸̴̳͈̻ͅ.̛͘͟͠ͅ ͎͈̳̞͖͚̖̟̠̲̙͚͇̙̪̭̲
Shari continued for a pace before catching the nature of Kai words, then just paused and stood there, still clinging to the groaning wooden substructure. Proffessional distance had sort of made her feel better about nudity in the past, but now that there was some kind of connection between them, it seemed as if the sombre ninja's body had really started to gain a foothold on her behavior all on it's own. The scars gave him a certain odd parrallel, but beyond that his tight, lean but muscular build made his design somehow more... Well, practical. That is to say, more effectively built for it's tasks than her own.
So what exactly was he getting in return again?... I guess it doesn't matter. She considered, giving a small heated glance into his eyes. I've always been better at appeasing actively than passively.
The frame creaked back into place and she turned to the bare figure of her companion, unfurling the tattered red shawl about her chest and moving close enough to place the free ends over his shoulders. "I guess there are other kinds of exercise I can perform, too..."
Taking in the angular features of Kai's yearning face, she kissed him with a slow and methodical method, that was as warm as it was feircely eager to please.