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Post by Hatake Kariire on Oct 27, 2013 16:49:18 GMT -5
When Kariire had received news that Mitarashi Shio had went missing his heart skipped a beat and his breath was caught in his throat. He held the report for a long time, eyes fixated on that one line that carried so much weight.
Matarashi Shio has been officially declared Missing in Action.. Words were never meant to have that much wait. Kariire put the folder into the sleeve of his white haori, along with the permission from the Hokage that he needed. Yuri was like to be mad at him, given what he was going to do, but bastard or not Shio was his son.
Kariire knocked once and there was no answer. He knocked again, and was again responded to by silence. The third time he sighed out of frustration and used the key she had given him a thousand years ago. He was surprised to find that she hadn’t changed the locks.
“Ran, are you home?” Typical of her, there was no answer. Or maybe she was just avoiding him. They hadn’t talked in a year (or was it five, now?), and ever since he called off their engagement they hadn’t been on the best of terms. But now was a different time, and the situation called for the extreme response of him meeting her. Kariire just hoped the years hadn’t soured the heartbreak he had given her so long ago.
Inviting himself in, Kariire walked slowly through the short halls of her apartment, hoping to find some evidence as to where she had run off too.
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Post by Mitarashi Ran on Oct 27, 2013 19:49:32 GMT -5
 | Stepping out of the shower, Ran bent forward a bit and lazily shook her head. Water droplets were flung from her hair, sprinkling the walls around her. She reached for a soft white towel, and flung her arm back to drape it over her shoulder. Next, she squinted through the steam until her eyes came to rest on the bathroom sink. She stepped over to it, and wiped condensation from the mirror above it. She stared a moment, before moving her hand to her chest and scratching a boob. "Are they getting bigger?" Her hand fumbled for an open beer sitting on the sink. She snatched it, and brought it to her lips before turning to her right to kick open her bathroom door and step out. Hatake Kariire stood down the hall, by her the open door to her apartment. Ran, in the middle of the hall, turned to her left and saw him. Then... she froze. "Eehhh..?" She removed the can of beer from her lips to make the utterance, squinting down the hall at the figure silhouetted by sunlight from outside. Her eyes focused in on his face for a moment, and the can of beer began to tremble in her hand. "EEHH..?! Kariire, what are y-you... B-BASTARD!!" Flustered, scrambling for words, a strong red hue seemed to wash over her face. The can of beer in her hand crumpled as she stammered out her words, warm stale beer bubbling out from the top and dripping down over her fingers to the floor. The can was suddenly flung aside into the wall, and the nearest thing... an old ironing board, was clutched in her vice-like grip. With a great heave, the nude one-armed kunoichi tore the ironing board from the ground and hurled it across the length of the hallway toward Hatake Kariire. |
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Post by Hatake Kariire on Oct 27, 2013 19:58:02 GMT -5
Before they were engaged, and after as well, Kariire had lost track of how many times he had ended up seeing Ran naked. Every time was an accident, and his father always told him to learn from his mistakes, but he never did. Five brokens arms, three fractured ribs, and a broken pelvis were the scars he’d gotten from seeing her birthday suit more than half a hundred times. The fact that the iron seemed to move at the speed of light combined with his embarrassment at seeing her naked combined to birth a new scar, one just above his temple.
“Holy Kami woman, what are you doing?!” Kariire yelled. He was kneeling with both hands on his head, sure to keep his eyes turned to the ground so he wouldn’t see anything else. “Yare yare, you’d think after a couple of years you’d be tempered with age, not more aggressive.”
Hoping that she was dressed again, Kariire stood up but kept his eyes to the door behind him. Hopefully she’d say when he could turn around. A quick glance to his sleeve revealed that it was covered in blood from where it touched his head, and a warm wetness ran down the length of his face. Yep, that’s definitely going to scar.
“If you’re done throwing things, I came to talk to you about something important, Ran.”
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Post by Mitarashi Ran on Oct 27, 2013 20:24:50 GMT -5
| A scuffle ensued, as Kariire took cover and made sure not to peek while Ran attempted to get dressed in a hurry. She grabbed the towel from her shoulder and ducked into another room, messily rubbing it against her head before tossing it aside and reaching for a skirt on her bed. She dropped it on the ground and stood in the center of it, reaching down to pull it up. Crash. Ran veered to the right, losing her balance and hitting the dresser there, before hitting the floor. A smattering of barely-audible curses were heard from her room, as she wriggled on the floor and yanked the skirt up into place. "I told you... that next time I saw you, I'd... I'd..." Her words were broken up as she fumbled around with her top, attempting to get into it with just the one arm... in a hurry. She paused for a moment, cocking her head to the side... realizing she had forgotten what she promised to do to him. A moment later, she emerged from the room, as Kariire lifted his head. She tugged her shirt into place just as she emerged, and stumbled into view. She hit a number of shelves with her left side as she collided with the wall, cursing as things came crashing down. She veered over to the right wall, her hand smacking against it... and stood there a moment to steady herself. "Out with it. Now." She scowled at her former lover. |
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Post by Hatake Kariire on Oct 27, 2013 20:32:27 GMT -5
Nothing really has changed, Kariire thought as he looked around the hall. There were things everywhere, most of them broken, as well as dirty clothes and ramen bowls. Ran had never been the most organized woman, and the older she got the worse things become. Something moved in the corner of his eye and disappeared. Cockroaches. Kariire sighed and rubbed his temples, wincing in pain once he remembered the cut on the left.
The explosion of breaking glass behind him caused Kariire to whirl with worry. Despite the fact that everything between them had ended so suddenly, he felt something for her, but he could hardly say it was romantic. Her scowl and harsh tone did little to bring back any flames into what they once had, and Kariire was painfully reminded of how things between them were.
Reaching into the sleeves of his haori, Kariire produced the report. “Shio’s gone missing in his last mission. I got permissions from the Hokage to form a small team and go find him. Here,” he said as he handed it to her.
A piece of glass on the floor caught Kariire’s eye and he looked at it and felt his face blush brightly. “And you should probably put on some more clothes too,” he muttered, motioning towards the glass by her foot.
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