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Post by List on May 7, 2006 11:43:13 GMT -5
He jumped, suddenly standing, hovering over her small form. His eyes flashed with worry, and he took the wash cloth from her shoulder, where it had fallen. "Hey." He brushed some of her orange hair out of her face, hands shaking with the effort to be gentle. "You're at Rinny's house."
Speaking of the jounnin, he should probably go tell him that she was awake. Letting go of her hand for te first time in ten minutes, he walkde over to the door and poked his head into the hall. "Hey! Rinny! C'mere!" Then, he walked back over to her, still standing. "How ya feelin' squirt?"
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Post by Rinoku on May 8, 2006 18:39:44 GMT -5
"Don't call me squirt..."
She gave the tiniest of smiles, coughing a little, and blinked her deep, seemingly bottomless coal-black eyes. She glanced over at the door, her head moving slowly as she tried to sit up. She groaned, and moved sluggishly, feeling like her body was weighted down. Eventually, by power of sheer stubborn determination to show as little weakness as possible, she sat up, panting a bit at the strain even moving put on her body.
She looked over at Foxy, her eyes half-lidded in exhaustion, and she blinked at him.
"How long were you... here with me?" Walking at a hasted pace, Rinoku headed for his door, blinking his sightless eyes curiously. Sierra was awake; he could tell from her aura.
"Is she alright?"
He walked into the room, glancing at the two. Seeing as the girl was for the most part conscious and aware of her surroundings, he decided to revise his question.
"Are you alright, Sierra-san?"
He brushed some maroonish-brown strands of soft hair behind an ear, and was answered with a nod.
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Post by List on May 9, 2006 19:08:03 GMT -5
He sat on the edge of the bed, before helping her up a little. "Easy. Easy." He gave up on the wash cloth that had fallen again, and put it on the table. He smiled at her question, resting his elbows on the bed. "Not too long. only long enough to kiss Rinny passionately once." He wanted to freak her out.
At Rinoku's arival, he flashed a famous smirk. "Speak a the devil!" He nodded to his question, smirk still planted on his face. His eyes were still worried, and his aura too. But, he could hide it from Sierra at least. He ran an almost shaking hand through his hair, once again making it messy.[/tt][/size]
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Post by Rinoku on May 10, 2006 14:40:55 GMT -5
Sierra shot Foxy a glare that would've been much stronger had she had more energy. She knew he was lying, but to even suggest it made her feel sick to her stomach. Then, as Rinoku walked in, she gave him half of the glare she had given to Foxy. She decided not to be quite as mean as usual to him for a while; she was in his house, after all. It probably meant that she owed him some thanks. Rinoku blinked at Foxy's statement, confused as to what he could mean, and decided just to shrug it off. Foxy never really made sense, anyway. He noticed how nervous Kitsue still was, but managed to get the drift that the older male was attempting to mask it from Sierra; either as a manner or pride or what, he didn't know. He decided to speak again, and smiled in a very kind, Rinoku-ish way.
"Sierra-san, Foxy brought you here. You really should thank him."
He had an almost motherly tone that he had been teased by Foxy about before, but it was a comforting one that made people feel nice in most cases.It just made Sierra feel sick. She wrinkled her nose and made a face like she was smelling something disgusting, and decided to ignore the suggestion for now.[/sup][/center]
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Post by List on May 10, 2006 17:12:35 GMT -5
His smile became sheepish at her glare, but was still lighthearted. "Now now Sierra, you know I could never cheat on you!" He moved towards her, tweaking her nose softly. "Want somethin' to drink?"[/tt][/size]
<<Ick... suck post.."
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Post by Rinoku on May 26, 2006 6:17:41 GMT -5
She gave Foxy a look that said she really had no idea what to say to all this, and then nodded dumbly. She had been unconscious, brought to her sensei's house of all places, and Foxy was being his typical old self and acting as goofy and youthful as ever.
With a sigh, and her deep, beetle-black eyes shifting to glance at her legs, she mumbled.
"I want soda." Rinoku blinked curiously. He wasn't sure he had that, but decided that he should at least look, if only out of fear of what Sierra might do if he refused.
"I'm not positive we have any, but I can check."
He turned back to the door, not minding that he had been walking up and down the steps like a messanger boy for at least the past half hour, and certainly longer.[/sup][/center]
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Post by List on May 26, 2006 8:26:17 GMT -5
He subconsiously let his fox ears come out, and they twitched at her request. "You sure? It doesn't hydrate well." He reached over, brushing some hair out of her face gently. He wanted her to drink the water. Glancing at the glass, he conteplated the ways of guilting her into it. The perfect one came to mind.
"Sierra... you really need water." They he pulled THE EYES. Dun dun dun. He glanced quickly back at the water, then back to her. "Please?" He said it quietly, trying to add guilt. His ears even drooped, a small fox-like wimper coming from his throat. Inside he was smirking.[/size][/tt]
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Post by Rinoku on May 26, 2006 15:08:10 GMT -5
Rinoku put a hand over his mouth to stifle a giggle. He closed his eyes and sblack personed, then opened his pale, blind blue orbs, sparkling in a gentle sort of amusement, and grinned, waving his fingers a bit in a kind of wave.
"You two talk. I'll just go downstairs."
He gave them one of his attractive, sweet smiles that made so many girls swoon and blush and giggle, walked gracefully out the door, closing it behind him, then trotting down the steps. Sierra glanced at Foxy with a groan, eyebrows slanting and beetle-black eyes softening. It was THE LOOK. She should've seen it coming, really she should've, and mentally she was almost hating that she DIDN'T. She bit her lip, and then sighed. He was too cute. Really just too cute.
"Fine..."
She then found herself surprised. She felt heat in her cheeks, red rising to her face. She fought to keep it down. Her stomach fluttered a bit, and she noticed the urge she had to hug him. It was strange. Very strange. A foreign feeling. She liked it, but at the thought of liking it, she hated it.
It was weakness. She decided to ignore it. Slowly, she reached over to the water, and lifted it to her lips, taking a tiny sip. She was regaining her strength, and this she realized with much relief. To be weak was not a welcome thought. She kept her eyes downcast, pushing the thoughts of the strange feeling in her stomach or the warmness rising in her cheeks that she fought back into the deepest depths of her mind. She let some of her visions occupy her; to her relief, the ensuing foresights were more comical than violent or frightening. A boy tripping over a rock right in front of the girl he fawned over, a girl spilling soda on her new shirt, an old lady falling down a flight of stairs...
Ahh, good times. Goood times. She was thankfully good and hiding inner emotions most of the time, so kept herself from laughing as she sipped at the glass of water.
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Post by List on May 27, 2006 22:09:57 GMT -5
He smiled in his usual old way, one tooth kinda sticking out. Tactfully, he moved his face near hers, their noses mearly inches apart. "There. Much better than soda right?" He closed his eyes for half a moment, but opened them again, unable to bear not looking at her.
He cupped a hand on her cheek,carressing it with his thumb. "Ya' know, you looked much prettier when you have your eyes soft like you did." His voice was soft, but loving, not mocking like it had been when he had been trying to get her to drink the water. His eyes lost there usual glint of mischief ad were filled with a much different emtion. He could feel her breath, and he could feel the heat rising to his tan cheeks.
Suddenly, he stood, turning away from her, face completely red. What was he doing? "I-I'm sorry." He was so bloody close. He had pracically felt her lips against his own. "I'm such an idiot." His voice was scornful, and he ran his fingers through his hair repeatedly, messing it up more and more with each time. He kept saying sorry, quietly. Why was this so hard? He had had girlfriends before her, but she was different. Much different.[/tt][/size]
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Post by Rinoku on May 29, 2006 13:00:33 GMT -5
She was too shocked, too flustered to make a sarcastic remark.
She held the cup of water in her hand, but she wasn't sipping at it anymore, despite that it was only half-empty. Sierra glanced numbly up at Foxy, dark eyes blinking slowly, owlishly, and her face a bright red, the grey of the crescent moons that adorned the space beneath her eyes taking on a pinkish tint. She spoke without thinking, then.
"It... it's alright. It's fine."
She didn't realize what she was saying, but deep down, VERY deep down, her inner conscience agreed. She didn't mind it. He had called her pretty... he had been touching her cheek like that, and she hadn't smacked his hand away and laughed at him or cursed at him or insulted him as surely she would have done were it anyone else. She didn't see why he would be different, but whatever the reason, he was.
Chikara Sierra was confused. What was WRONG with her? She fought against the blush with the resilience and determination of a warrior scorned, but still a slight pink tinted her pale, very faintly freckled cheeks. She placed the glass of water down in a weak sort of defience, though the gesture's original intentions melted away, and soon she forgot what she had meant to defy in the first place.
She tried to envelope herself in her visions once again. A girl telling the boy she liked how she felt.
The girl getting rejected.
Immediately she put up her mental barrier, weak, but keeping her mind on other things. She couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it. But there was too much logic and proof of it for her to deny it.
She liked Foxy.
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Post by List on May 31, 2006 17:17:34 GMT -5
He could see her struggling, and he instantly felt bad. He didn;t want her to feel bad because of him. Sitting back down, he took her hand gently, and rubbed his thumb against it lightly. "Sierra?" He wanted to kiss her, he really wanted to. He moved his face closer to hers, his nose touching hers.
His flush was decreasing slightly, as he was getting used to the situation. Hesitently, his mouth covered hers, tenderly. His hand moved from her hand to her cheek, pulling her closer to himself. "Please, don't feel bad." His voice was soft after he had pulled away. His thumb carressed her cheek.
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Post by Rinoku on May 31, 2006 20:04:23 GMT -5
The kiss gave her a feeling she'd never felt before, and she wasn't sure whether she liked it or hated it. Whatever it was, she felt weakness coming on again, and for some strange reason, she decided not to fight it. Sierra let him kiss her, not leaning in or pushing him away.
And when the kiss was finished, it felt as though the whole thing had taken but a moment or two (had it really?). She stared at him, black eyes blinking slowly, and her expression unreadable.
"I don't feel... bad."
There she went, talking before thinking again. Sierra just blinked at him, not really SURE what she was feeling. It was good, but gave her stomach an almost painful feeling, which was likely bad. And she felt dizzy. She wasn't really able to figure out how she was supposed to feel.
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Post by List on May 31, 2006 20:24:05 GMT -5
He smiled a little, feeling a little better. "Good." He could still see that she was struggling, but he had also guessed that this was her first kiss. It made him happy to know that her first kiss was his. Putting his hand on the back of her neck his kissed her once more, even more tenderly than the last. His eyes slowly closed, until he pulled away.
"Please, don't.... don't...." For once, he was at a loss for words. He wanted her to like him. So much. The flush came back to his cheeks, and he fumbled for the right thing to say.[/tt][/size]
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Post by Rinoku on Jun 1, 2006 14:29:23 GMT -5
This time, Sierra smiled, feeling and looking a little less disoriented than after the first kiss. She gently moved her arms so they encircled his neck, and she nodded, understanding. This time, SHE kissed HIM, a great deal more inexperienced, but not neccessarily unpleasant. Still, she obviously had no idea what she was doing, and after a short moment, she pulled away and blushed, embarrassed.
"..Sorry, I'm no good at this..."
Her cheeks were a faint pink, and her beetle-black eyes glanced in another direction.
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Post by List on Jun 2, 2006 18:36:03 GMT -5
He smiled into her kiss, happy that she trusted him enough to be doing this.His right hand stayed behind her neck, while the left crept to her waist, pulling her closer. Clumsey as it was, he loved it. Still, it was too short.
He blinked at her statement, shaking his head soon after. "Don't say that. All you need is practice." His lips connected with her left cheek, then her right, then her forehead. "Practice...."
He looked down at her, and right then, she looked so beautiful to him. He brushed his lips against hers one last time, at the same time, standing. Slowly, he walked over to the door, and walked half out. "I'll go get that soda now..."[/tt][/size]
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