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Post by kijo on Jul 7, 2009 17:42:33 GMT -6
The table was simple.
No oriental design, no elaborate carvings. The only thing special about it, was the girl sitting at it. Well, technically, she was a woman. A woman of twenty five to be exact. Her long legs were propped up on the edge of the table. Pale feet were delicately decorated with high heels, high heels that were strapped to those feet. If you followed the long, creamy legs, and really took in everything, you would notice more. You would notice that she had a black cloak with red clouds on. You would also notice, that the cloak was unusually short. It would have reached about mid thigh had she been standing. However, it was higher in the back, creeping up to expose the very back of her thighs. If you continued further, you would be bound to notice the large set of breasts on her chest. Further on, you would see the collar of the cloak, which was red and usually stood up, was folded down, to expose the gentle face of Shimeitehijin Kijo. Midnight blue orbs were staring up at the ceiling, and graceful fingers were playing with the extremely long navy blue hair. A small sigh slipped from between her lips. How had life become so complicated?
Her only passion in life had been to avenge her parents, and kill the Jinchuuriki. Now, she was involved with a group that held killers, Missing Nin, and they were all wanted. If caught, no doubt they would all be killed. Midnight orbs vanished as she closed her eye lids, a smaller sigh slipping out from her nose. She opened them again, and looked around. Would any one be about today? She returned her stare to the ceiling, continuing to allow her fingers, with finger nails painted black in honor of the old Akastuki, play with her navy hair. All in all, she was a beautiful girl. |
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Post by Masuyo Uchiha on Jul 8, 2009 13:54:49 GMT -6
From out of the darkness came a somewhat small figure, and through the dim lighted room bright orange hair could be spotted. The orange hair was moving quite slow through the dark room, taking in everything around him, and as he got closer to the only furniture in the room, a table, eyes could be seen. Eyes that were pure red, eyes that would be deemed demonic to some, eyes with three black dots in them, the sharingan eyes of Masuyo Uchiha.
Upon entering, Masuyo immediately scanned the room, swiftly spotting two amazing, long creamy legs. Not even a second passed before Masuyo knew who was in the room, without even looking the person in the face Masuyo knew who it was.
"Kijo" he thought.
Masuyo waltzed into the room now, taking the seat across from the woman. His gaze ran from her legs up to her face, just to make sure he was right.
"Sitting in a dark room by yourself, are you trying to hide from someone or something" Masuyo joked.
Masuyo ran a hand through his long flowing orange hair, looking down the entire time, then bringing his head up once again to look at Kijo.
"I can maybe...sit in the darkness with you so that you are not lonely, if it's okay with you" Masuyo suggested. |
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Post by kijo on Jul 9, 2009 9:04:32 GMT -6
She may have been lost in her thoughts, but she sensed him coming.
He himself wasn't hard to miss, what with that orange hair and those demonic red eyes of his. She raised her head and smiled at him as he approached. She laughed, a quiet laugh that echoed off the walls, but a wonderful laugh all the same. She grinned at him, rolling her eyes at his suggestion that she was hiding.
"You know that it's hard for me to hide, Masuyo."
She joked back, remarking that it was hard to miss her.
She wore revealing clothes, but it was all part of the job. You'd be surprise how many males she could seduce with her looks. She shook her head lightly, still smiling. It felt nice to talk with another member of Akatsuki. Here, she could talk about her loath of the Jinchuuriki, and of their plans to kill them.
She looked up at Masuyo when he offered to sit there with her.
How sweet! She gave him another one of her award winning smiles. Masuyo could be a kind guy when he wasn't on the job. Unlike Kijo, she was always friendly except for during battles.
"You're company would be lovely, Masuyo-san."
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Post by Masuyo Uchiha on Jul 9, 2009 13:01:12 GMT -6
A smile slid across his face, but in his mind he knew the smile was fake, it wasn't in Masuyo's character to smile often, not even if there was one as stunning as Kijo with him. Masuyo knew what he was really here for, but had not known the answer that Kijo would give him, so he decided to hold it off for a while.
"It's hard for you to hide? I would think it would be with a body as seductive as yours" he complimented.
In his mind Masuyo was beating himself up because he couldn't bring himself to ask the question, maybe he would try to butter Kijo up before asking her the question, maybe he wouldn't have to butter her up. Masuyo rubbed his demonic sharingan eyes, looking over to Kijo through the darkness.
"Kijo, I have something to ask of you, we haven't been assigned groups yet, usually the akatsuki are assigned groups of two, this allows one member to balance out the other, and quite frankly I believe you balance me out and I of you".
Masuyo scratched his head, he was begining to feel akward asking Kijo these questions for he didn't want to come off as strange. |
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Post by Hiroshi Suzune on Jul 10, 2009 11:44:46 GMT -6
Hiro walked into the dark, and dingy room, and spotted two fellow comrades.
The orange hair. Masayo.
The long legs, and large breasts. Kijo.
He didn't bother saying anything to either of them, and just walked past them and sat down in the corner of the room. The lighting was dim, but he managed. All of a sudden, his reall personality was urging to come out, but he sat it down.
Or so he thought. "Hey guys! What's happenin'?" He said, maybe a little too loudly. They often said he was too childish to be an Akatsuki member, but he always retorted, "Yeah? Well....shut up!"
He smiled widely at the both of them, awaiting a response.
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Post by kijo on Jul 11, 2009 9:27:08 GMT -6
Kijo blushed with pleasure at the compliment.
Perhaps she was a sucker for compliments. But her intelligence almost never let her fall into traps that men played. She was smart, but not afraid to have fun. She wouldn't sit around if she actually had something to do. But she was very interested in Masuyo. She watched him, and knew that the smile he had given her was fake. He didn't usually smile. If anything, the smile was forced. Though it didn't appear so, all Akatsuki members would good with emotional masks. They were necessary. Really, the only time they could be themselves is around the other Akatsuki. And even then, you would be an out cast if your personality wasn't as dark as the others. It never got her down, and she never hated any one in the Akatsuki. But she wasn't just here to socialize, even though that was a bonus. Her lust for revenge against for her parents were what brought her here. Those damn Jinchuuriki.
She smiled at Masuyo, laughter in her eyes.
The laughter was not cruel, but rather knowing. She waited for him to finish. Once he did, she removed her legs from the table and leaned forward. She placed her creamy white arms on the table, lacing her fingers together. She rested her chin in them, letting her fingers bend downwards like a hammock. She tipped her head to the side at him, an adorable expression on her face.
"What you're saying, is that you want to be partners, correct?"
That was when Hiro walked in.
She like Hiro, he was kind of like her. Happy, at least. He was more carefree than she was. She still smiled at him for a greeting, but other than that, she was absorbed in what Masuyo would say in response to her. Where her assumptions correct, or false?
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Post by Hiroshi Suzune on Jul 11, 2009 9:34:39 GMT -6
(OOC: Masuyo, Me, Then Kijo right?)
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Post by Masuyo Uchiha on Jul 11, 2009 11:05:14 GMT -6
((OOC:ME, Kijo, then you))
Masuyo sighed as he sensed Hiroshi enter the room. Wherever he was Hiroshi would make it known that he was in the room by being the loudest one there, the most obnoxious one there. Masuyo had thought Hiroshi as a formidible ally, but there was always that childish side to him, the side that Masuyo hated.
Masuyo was readying to snap on Hiroshi when he remembered Kijo. Kijo was always able to calm Masuyo down, all she had to do was smile. Masuyo was a cold, heartless person, but when it came down to Kijo he was severly sincere and caring.
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm implying, we be partners".
Masuyo thought for a momment, he had remembered showing a fake smile just a momment earlier. He didn't want Kijo to think he was complimenting her and talking to her just for his own selfish reasons, or just to use her for her talents.
"And by the way, I'm not wearing a mask, you're seeing the true Masuyo, not the demonic, ominous, scary akatsuki Masuyo". |
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Post by kijo on Jul 12, 2009 0:53:09 GMT -6
Kijo smiled at Masuyo.
To be truthful, she had been wondering when someone would ask to be partners with her. Though she had been hoping it would be Masuyo, she probably would have agreed to be partners with anyone. She was glad she was asked by Masuyo, for though he seemed really cold to most, he was very handsome. She noted the sigh he gave when Hiro entered the room. A laughing smile tugged at the edge of her lips, amused. So he found Hiro annoying? Well, yes, that could happen. After all, he was very childish. Though she would never openly say it out loud, for she didn't want to hurt his feelings. Still, it was amusing to watch him annoy others. He could seriously get himself killed.
"I would love to be partners with you, Masuyo-San."
Her words were genuine, and happy.
There was almost never a rude, or angry word from her mouth. All words, were spoken with honesty, and clarity. It was strange to find one so happy among those who were so cold hearted. But hearts could be warmed, and melted. It just took time, and many didn't have the patience to wait for it. Not a day goes by that Kijo doesn't sit and wait patiently. Something good is bound to happen, as it did today.
She laughed quietly when Masuyo told her he wasn't wearing a mask.
"I like the real Masuyo better than the scary Akatsuki one."
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Post by Hiroshi Suzune on Jul 12, 2009 9:06:40 GMT -6
Hiro blinked for a second. Was Masuyo being...nice? No. that's impossible. Masuyo is not the type of person that would just discard his personality....unless... A wide smirk, and a raised eyebrow formed upon Hiro's face. He grunted, trying to hide his laughter. "Yeah....you two balance out alright.....lovey dovey!" He threw his head back, and howled in laughter.
He went to the corner he was previously sitting in, and recited, "Masu, and Kijo, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marraige, then comes little babies with orange hair, and blue hair in a baby carraige." Again, he howled in laughter. The only reason he laughed this time, is because he could actually picture it. He laughed pissing Masuyo off: in fact, over the past couple of years, it had become a hobby.
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Post by Hibiki Yamada on Jul 12, 2009 15:37:58 GMT -6
((OOC: Masuyo, Kijo, Suzune, me))
“Now…now… stop teasing them Hiroshi…” said Hibiki quietly as he phased through the roof and landed on the floor gentle making no sound. He had recently finished his daily stroll and wanted to talk to the other members to get to know them better. He however was still unsuccessful in starting up a conversation where he wasn’t a party pooper or the negative guy. He had been quiet most of his time as a member, mostly because he secretly disagrees with the Akatski’s doings. But, he knew he must serve his master and to do so he had to join them and convince them that he was on their side. Hibiki’s eyes and tattoo on the side of his head glowed bright blue as always in the dark. “You know I use to act just like you when I was your age,” commented Hibiki to Hiroshi. Even though Hibiki looked a lot younger then Hiroshi, he was still almost a century older than him.
He then changed his glance over to the other two sitting at the table. He did have to admit he knew they were warming up, personality wise, to each other. He wanted to get to know those two. But, he figured it would be best to talk to them later since Hiroshi seems a much easier egg to crack. Hibiki walked towards Hioshi and stood a few feet away from him. He then sat down and folded his legs on the floor for only a second before levitating above the floor. Hibiki’s hands were folded together but since his Akatsuki uniform’s sleeves were so long it hung down and barley hovered over the floor.
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Post by Masuyo Uchiha on Jul 13, 2009 11:46:29 GMT -6
Masuyo was delighted to hear the good news, although he could not show it, it would take away from his usual evilness even more. He showed a real smile to Kijo, which swiftly turned to a frown when Hiroshi began to taunt the two.
Masuyo tossed a shurken in Hiroshi's direction, the shuriken flew so fast passed his right cheek that he probably didn't even see it, hopefully he didn't. When Masuyo saw Hibiki phase through the ceiling he hoped that he would've crashed down upon Hiroshi, that would've taken care of one of Masuyo's problems.
Masuyo had not seen Hibiki often, Hibiki was one of the more quiet akatsuki members. Masuyo was a quiet member as well, until Kijo came around, then he was compelled to talk more. Masuyo smiled one last time to Kijo before walking to the door.
"I have business that needs taking care of" he called back to the group as he walked down the long dark hallway. |
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Post by Jakuu on Jul 13, 2009 16:59:38 GMT -6
The noise of cursing and slamming doors came from the far corridors of the akatsuki hideout.
"Where the hell are they!", Exclaimed Jakuu getting frustrated. He continued to check room after room, still with no luck. "Why do we need so many rooms?", he argued. "There isn't even that many of us!"
THUD!
In Jakuu's rage of anger he accidentally ran smack dab in to Masyuo. "Son of a...", Jakuu yelled as he rubbed his face, "What did I hit" . Moving his hands he saw that Masyou. "You figure I would notice the hair" Jakuu thought as he stood back up.
His Blue eyes tearing up from the hit to the nose. He pushed his white hair out of the way and asked, "You haven't seen my cigarettes have you?"
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Post by kijo on Jul 13, 2009 22:28:27 GMT -6
She waved as Masuyo left the room, a smile still on her face.
She blushed faintly, an rather bashful smile coming onto her face. She went back to her previous position, sort of ignoring the other two in the room. Hopefully, Hibiki would keep Hiro busy enough that he didn't have time to continue to tease her, though she really wasn't sure if he would any way. She rose, and left the room rather quickly, side stepping Masuyo, whom she gave a smile too, and Jakuu who had previously been making a ton of noise. She entered a room she had snagged for herself, and picked up the CD player on the bed, along with her favorite mixed CD.
She traced her steps back to the room she had been in previously.
She took her seat again, popping in the CD. She plugged in her ear phones, and placed them upon her ears, drowning out the world around her. She sighed as she relaxed, and began to hum to the song Can't Fight The Moonlight Remix.
(urgh, short)
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Post by Hiroshi Suzune on Jul 15, 2009 9:39:56 GMT -6
(Skip me....)
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