Pursuit Interrupted [Asami]

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Love me apocalyptic Adelpha Theophania Kamyuja, or simply Adelpha clutched the neck of the guard and twisted. The crack of broken bone pierced the silence in the alleyway as the spine snapped beneath her fingers. The wind whistled in a large gush of freezing air, so cold that Adel’s breath swirled in front of her face. The guard’s pulse beat several feeble times against her hands before fading. Not a single scream. Adelpha released the guard, and the body crumpled to the cold ground. She nudged the corpse with the toe of her boot. No movement. Only deadweight. A quick kill. She stepped over the corpse and slipped through the back entrance of Club Fantasy. A silver combat knife under the sleeve of her leather trench coat, a polished metal Mateki tucked into the back of her leather jeans, one silver throwing knife in each boot and a smooth one remainder combat knife inside her coat – not that it really mattered, with all the training she’d had done over the last few years had made her as much of a weapon as anything made of steel or wood. But the feeling of such items always comes in handy, even when they are only a part of her secondary collection. Like a neon sign in a red-light glow, the business’s name flashed over the door: Club Fantasy. She shook her head. Club Fantasy? More like club pathetic or club pussy. If only the customers knew the monster who owned it. The man sitting at the top of Adelpha’s hit list. She pushed through a second door and into the main level of the club. If the night went well, she would gladly up the body count to at least four. The thick smell of liquor, smokes and sweat from one too many dancing bodies assaulted her nose as she scanned the crowd. Bright red lighting flashed over the floor, and the bass of the heavy dance music pounded in her ears. Adelpha strode across the dance floor, navigating between writhing bodies before she slid onto the black leather bench of one of the club’s booths. Her hands ran across the smooth, newly lacquered black table top. And her thoughts momentarily swayed to the words: nice. But then her gaze jumped from face to face, searching for her target: blond hair, blue eyes, medium build, a strong, slightly crooked nose and a small but noticeable scar beneath his left eye. She dreamed of that face every night, ever since that defeated girl explained her cowardice. An arrogant piece of Kedōin shit, Masaru Takeo brutalize young woman with the savage of an animal thrust, and that was the main reason why Masaru was the highest on Adelpha’s hit list. Adel was going to kill him. She would made sure of it. Her eyes locked onto the male. Through the swaying limbs of the dancing patrons skewed her view, she could see Masaru sitting on the other side of the club. Anger bubbled up inside her chest, and pure rage filled every inch of her body. It took all she had not to pull out one of her throwing knives and ram the bastard point-blank before removing his black heart. Her hands clenched into fists. Oh she was going to get him. No male treats a woman like a bag of trash, used then discarded because her virginity was just taken. What? No longer sweet and pure? What? Their begging not good enough? Just then her bitter thoughts were interrupted. A sexy drawl whispered against the side of her right cheek and the most repulsive view blocked the rapists body from her sight. “Are you gonna order a drink, babe, or just stare at the crowd all night?” A pair of too-tight jeans blocked her view. He didn’t have to lean over her with his dick basically planted in front of her face. He even smelt off, sickeningly. He licked his lips. “You look like a vodka-on-the-rocks kind of babe to me – strong, bold, served on ice but delicately sweet.” Adelpha barely glanced at the man. She leaned back in her seat, aligning her vision with Masaru again. “I don’t drink” The man sighed and peeled himself off the table. “Well, if you’re not gonna order anything, you can’t take up an entire booth.” A slender redhead ran her fingers through Masaru’s hair and pushed closer to his body. The women surrounding Masaru literally threw themselves at him, practically begging his attention. The male waiter huffed rather female-ishly. “Uh, hello? Did you hear me?” Adelpha looked up and stared squarely into his eyes. “Piss off.” And with that being said, she continued her study of the cocksucker across the dance floor. Oh I’m gonna get you… She thought playfully. Dementia

Lady*Killa

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Apparel:

^{Knife x4
Mateki x1
Trench Coat
Heels
Top which was not mentioned but there
Leather pants.}

[A 5 A M 1 -- N4GA]

//Enter

It was approximately ten thirty at night. The air was crisp and sharp while the sky was blanketed with a low, visible cloud. No stars twinkled, the street lights were fuzzy and had sand-flies buzzing around them. Smoke fluttered above some roof tops despite it was summer. Shaking my head I really could not understand some people. The cobblestones that made up the pathway were slick with dew from the downpour that had just ended roughly fifteen minutes ago, were slippery against the wooden geta I wore. I continued to skip unintentionally and slide along those cobbles as I walked down the street.

The dark blue yukata kimono I wore hugged my curves tightly, trapping the warmth my body heat provided. I had chosen to leave my jacket at home and had only come with the Kimono and geta. Walking around Kunogakure at this hour didn’t seen necessary for weapons, so I chose to venture without them. To my left, down a long street the neon lights of a popular club were pulsing. The bright flickering had caught my eye and the thump thump thumping sound coming from the building told me some big event was happening.

Curious now, I turn the corner and approach the club to find the security guard at the front hastily turning away guests. Most of them, I might add were already inebriated. Shaking my head I nod toward the guard who had glanced up to see me standing at the opposite end of the street, staring at the group of people attempting to flash their fake ID cards. The lamp sitting above my head illuminated my village headband as it was tied loosely around my neck, the metallic insignia shone beneath the light and gave off an eerie glow.

“Back off! You are not entering the club drunk son, plus you need to pay a better crook for that ID to pass in my club!” The guard snapped, his large hands shoving the drunkard away from the entrance. Stepping forward, I moved pass the club and spot something down the alley separating the club from a weapon store. An outline of what appeared to be a body was laying in the mud. My attention shifted back toward the club’s entrance, the flashing neon sign screaming Club Fantasy – screaming metaphorically of course – and the guard busy with the groupies outside. No one will notice me, so I slip into the alley.

It was dark and incredibly frosty down here. The mud was approximately two inches thick and sloshed around when my geta trampled upon it. Great, I will have a field day washing that muck off my shoe. The door leading into the back of the club was left wide open, suggesting that the guard’s killer was already inside. I frown at the handiwork and presume that it was a male had had done this. The sheer strength to take out a man this size was impossible for a woman to do. Plus, the man looked like a guy who wasn’t fucked with.

Slipping into the back, I pass through another door and is immediately assaulted with the bass and the throbbing music as it pulsed through the walls. Club Fantasy was fill tonight, the spaces were practically all used up. Locating the killer in here was like searching for a grain of sand in brown sugar. Sigh. As I began to weave through the crowed, a glimpse of black leather crossed my line of view. Something about the coat was alluring to the point when I wanted to ask its owner where she got it. The woman had her body angled toward a group of people dancing on the dance floor, her expression extremely unhappy, almost predatory.

My gaze shifted from the woman, to the dancers just as the song changed to Telephone by Lady Gaga and Beyonce. But through those dancers, I spot a middle-aged man with blonde hair surrounded with women lounging in one of the party chairs. He seemed familiar, a crook of some kind. My gaze returns to the woman. Her long violet hair was a dead giveaway, she was a kunoichi, a chuunin. In fact it was the same woman who was rude to me when I sought shelter from the rain. Although I do not remember her name.

Deciding to approach her, I take a seat two across from her right. Creating a distance of approximately 2 meters. I lean forward and tap the barman on the arm. “White Russian.” I said softly, shooting the man a gentle smile. Upon seeing my headband the man nodded and moved away to prepare my drink. I do not speak with the kunochi sitting to my left, but my gaze flickers to her position every couple of minutes.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Love me apocalyptic Nothing can suppress a human's curiosity. And she thought that that was one of the main reason why people come to this club in the first place. As the music shifted from one song to the next, she could not supress the groan as Lady Gaga dash Beyonce duet blasted from the sound system. If the last song sat her teeth on edge, this Beyonce chick cannot sing. Zoning out the music though seemed easy enough, but she knew when her attention shifted back to the music as soon as the song changes, it’s going to startle her system. These dancers are far too deaf, that or her enhance ear muscles must be more sensitive than she first thought. Adelpha continued to watch Masaru Takeo, most irrationally. If looks could kill the bastard would already be dead, and though she knew how deadly she must look, compressing such features seemed nearly impossible, considering her blank mask she wears to the world, even she could feel her facial muscles locking into place to show a pissed off woman. A grin crossed Masaru’s face as he wrapped his arm around the skimpy-leather-and-fake-silver-chain-chad woman next to him and Adel suddenly wanted to know what the hell they were talking about. All at once, Adelpha felt her skin prickle, and as heat draw to that area of her face, she knew that someone was staring at her. It wasn’t her soon to be dead ‘friend’ but someone else instead. Her eyes flickered on a somewhat frozen face. And as she scanned the room once again, she momentarily thought it was that waiter coming back with security to escort her from the building. But then as she was preparing for another quick kill, she recognised the feminine figure of a kunoichi who goes by the name Asami. Oh how vaguely she remembered this one. A failed attempt of making this young woman one of her students. It was like two wild cats locked in the same room, Adelpha did not really appreciate her, not that she gave this woman a chance. I was rather rude. How unbecoming of me. Adelpha was temporarily taken aback. She didn’t understand why this petite woman was approaching her, much less why she would do so in the first place. But as she sat down at her booth, directly at her right but sensible enough so that speaking could be made easy, Adelpha didn’t give her a second glance though her thoughts were clouded with millions of questions. As Asami ordered a ‘White Russian’ she knew right at that moment that this night was not going to go as planned. Darn the cow! Stalking the owner was near impossible now. Must less watching him. The tension at her once ‘peaceful’ table was now barely intolerable. But there was nothing she could do about it now. Adelpha turned her glare from the owner and righted herself up against the back to the leather booth and slammed her right hand against the table top. Tucking her legs beneath the table, she felt like the queen. “Asami,” Adelpha made her voice sharper that it had been when she had first met the woman. “What brings you to this joint?” Her leg muscles rippled beneath the table, and she felt the knife blade pressing against her ankle, where she’d hidden it. What I should have said was Bugger off. Now why did I not? Dementia

Lady*Killa

[A 5 A M 1 -- N4GA]

My drink was produced in less than two minutes. The barman had a swift hand and a good shake as well. My attention dropped from the man’s face to the drink he had placed before me. Nodding, I pick it up and take a sip just as the slapping sound of a hand against wood echoed throughout the bar area. A few curious glances shot our way as the woman spoke in such a sharp voice. She remembered my name, so I presumed I had made an impression.

“I spotted one of the guards lying dead at the back entrance to this club,” I said, my tone even while my gaze remained fixated on my drink. Showing little interest in this woman was bound to anger her further, but truthfully, I did not like the way she addressed me. What was the saying? Treat others how you like to be treated? That was how I was treating Adelpha today. “Are you aware of this? Or did you have something to do with it?” The question was a blatant attack to the woman. I had no doubt that this angry woman beside me had something to do with that guard’s death.

Turning slightly, my attention boring into Adelpha’s I smiled. “What brings you here?” I use her own question against her. My fingers circled around the glass again before it was bought up to my lips. Another zip before it was placed back onto the counter. I was hungry more than thirsty, but this White Russian wasn’t all that bad. However with a drink this heavy, I needed something to set it otherwise I will be inebriated within fifteen minutes.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Love me apocalyptic Adelpha didn’t know whether to laugh at Asami’s sharp observation or slug her for announcing it in sharp accusing tones. She didn’t care if anybody overheard their conversation, they would be dead if she even suspect that they did know, however this woman, even with her puny Genin status, she over seen everything that normal guards of this company would not pick up for a while. Must be an academy trait the sensei’s are drilling into them. But either way, she seemed to bring out the worst in her, that tone she used, definitely like two untamed cats in one room. However Adelpha allowed it to slide. She was right after all. She had killed him. Adelpha studied the woman with knife-edged eyes. Reading the body language, it would normally set her teeth on edge, the feeling of being ignored, or unimportance if she should think such things, but at the moment, her anger was focused on someone much more important. This girl was nothing but passing time. “Oh him. He got in my way.” She lifted her right hand and studied her nails, totally unnerved by the woman’s blunt criticism. Two can play at this game, and Adelpha admires a good cat fight. And as for the question she used on the woman, she couldn’t stop a small smile growing. Levelling her eyes with this petite girl, she didn’t hesitate to announce her reason for being at this dump. But still hearing her own question asked at herself made her want to slap this woman across the face. The nerve of her. To use my dialogue. “Don’t concern your little head over my matters, dearie. I am here because I wish to be.” Placing her hand on the table once more, she would turn her head and study the owner of this club. The hatred burning inside her felt as though it was going to redden her skin. But then she turned her attention onto the woman and smile coldly. She wished her white Russian was poisoned. Oh how much she would love to see a good suffering. Dementia

Lady*Killa

[A 5 A M 1 -- N4GA]

Claws Are Out!

So my initial thought had been correct. Adelpha was responsible for the guard’s death. In fact she was the one who had done it. Shaking my head, I took a swig of the Russian, ignoring the fact that it would further intoxicate me. “I’m not surprised. A bit sloppy leaving him laying there, but I can’t say I was surprised.” I said, my tone even. In honesty, Adelpha’s killing of this man was indeed a surprise to me. It showed that taking down this woman in a fist fight would not swing in my favour.

But watching her study her nails at the mere thought of killing an innocent citizen was frustrating enough. I realized that we were both trying to get a raise out of the other. “Who says I’m concerned? To be frank, I don’t care about what you are doing, or where you are. It was merely a question.” I said, my tone dismissive. After draining the remaining contents of my White Russian, I stood from the counter and headed onto the dance floor. My full attention was upon the blonde criminal as I swayed and thrashed about along with the dancers.

I had pressed myself up against one of the women nearest him and threw a winning smile as Masaru glanced in my direction. Using this style of seduction was not something I usually did, but I had to get his attention somehow. Throwing my head back, I shimmied down the woman I was dancing beside, parting the skirt of my yukata to reveal a long shapely leg and twisted sharply in my wooden geta as I moved toward him. The man was on his feet and approaching the dance floor then.

My head snapped toward Adelpha swiftly, a teasing smile crossing my lips once we made eye contact. But once my gaze returned to Masaru, I had found him standing directly in front of me. Startled, I hid my expression and started moving around him in dance formation in hopes of keeping his attention while I study his body for weapons and bulges to signify weapons…

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Love me apocalyptic Under my umbrella, ella ella, eh eh eh, under my umbrella, ella ella, eh eh eh eh,eh eh… The pulsing of the whiny notes ate away at Adelpha’s temperament. And with every shake of Asami’s head only fueled her amusement dash anger. Her emotions were a mix, such a jive for this place. And at the girl’s remark of her being sloppy with her work, Adel snorted rather arrogantly before replying with the most chilling tone yet. “Humph, now why should I dirty my nails? I love showing my art for the whole world to see, and so I left him there.” Adelpha plastered a pleased smile upon her face as she stared at the woman across from her. She could already imagine the screams when someone finds the body. Better than this shitty music. She thought happily. As she watched the woman, her amusement grew. Somehow she knew that she was getting to her and god did that feel good. Her snappy reply was enough to make her day. So cold. So chilly. Asami does not like me. A gleam of white teeth showed as she thought of a reply. But before she could utter a word, the woman drunk down the last of her contents of White Russian before rising and taking to the floor. Fucking Bitch! You are NOT getting the last word in. Her right hand rose up and she called over the waiter she had verbally abused before. She noted how hesitantly he approached her and when he muttered a sentence she knew he was uneasy. Her smile slipped and she growled off her order, only to farther intimate him. “Sex on the Beach. Make it snappy.” And then with a wave of her hand she watched as the waiter took off with her order. She eyed him also, admiring his ass but not thinking much of it otherwise. She liked guys with long legs wrapped tight in leather. As she continued to study him, she admired how he made her drink himself, watching extra carefully to make sure he doesn’t put in something that should not belong. A moment later he came rushing back with a large orange coloured glass in hand. And placed it down on the table with shaking hands. Disgusted she shoo him away and picked up her glass. One sip and she nearly came with pleasure. He might have had a small dick but he knew how to make a cocktail. With her glass still in her hand, her tongue darted out and her eyes traveled over to the dance floor. WHAT THE FUCK! The stem of Adel’s champagne flute snapped in her hand. She heard a strange growl, but it seemed to come from far away – or perhaps somewhere deep inside her. Her eyes burned hot, so hot , and everything had gone red, as though she was looking at the world through a scarlet filter. She registered the shock on a strangers face, and knew he was staring at her. NO FUCKING WAY! HE’S MINE YOU BITCH! Slamming the rest of the glass on the table she stood and swayed to the dance floor. Calm. Cool. Collected despite the anger burning inside of her. As she swayed toward the other side of the room, eye contact was made and the smile of Asami’s lips made her see nearly beyond red. Grinding up the body of both a male and a female, she trailed her fingers through her hair and dipped down low, rising her backside up into someone’s crotch in the process. This was totally against her behaviour but as she slowly rose to her full height and flicked her hair over her shoulder and allowed her eyes to collide with the guy she pressed up into, she winked before swaying onward. Ignoring the thought of what she had just done. The look on his face was priceless nonetheless. And as she swayed until she was grinding right within range of Asami, she flirted with all guys in sight, yes, even Masaru. There was no way she was going to be outclassed by Asami, no way. She performed the sexual movement again but slightly different. Her arms tangled around a female’s neck and she slipped down low, swaying, making sure to get Masaru’s gaze. She knew how men like him thought. No way in hell was this type of guy going to ignore such a chance when there was a dance scene of two beautiful ladies flaunting near him. As she pressed her backside into the female behind her, she sickeningly ignored the sound of the woman’s gasp and smiled coolly. Oh, Hello! Why Yes, That’s My Crotch... Rising slowly she approached Asami and slowly petted her hair, all the while swaying closely behind her. Sickeningly the movement turns on some males, Masaru, whose attention was fixed upon Asami might have missed the action, and even though this was new to her, Adelpha could also play dirty if she wanted to. Maybe not as professionally as this girl was but all she thought as she grinded behind Asami was that she will not lose her target to a skimp of a girl such as her. Dementia

Lady*Killa

[A 5 A M 1 -- N4GA]

Rivalry Much?

The look was oh, so priceless as I flicked a glance at Adelpha. Seeing her storm onto the dance floor told me I had struck a nerve so deep, she wanted payback. With my attention on Masaru his face was feverish and his icy eyes were locked with my brown ones. Deciding to grow bold, I wrapped both my arms around his neck and slithered down him like a snake before returning to my full height and grabbing Adelpha moments after she petted my head. “He’s armed, katana, left leg.” I hissed, pulling the kunochi’s body tightly against mine and feeling every inch of it as I swayed against her with the music.

Seeing two attractive women dancing together in such close proximity was driving Masaru insane. I spotted his hands curling into fists as he studied the pair of us dancing together. Since Adelpha’s beauty outclassed my own, many eyes were on us, I merely allowed her to grind up against me, knowing that her movements were stiff due to inexperience. She may be a beauty, but didn’t know how to dance. At all. Masaru slithered closer to us and I ducked as he reached forward. My flirty look frustrated him, but that dissolved the moment he had Adelpha in his grasp. But the question was: what was she going to do to him now that he was in her hands?

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Love me apocalyptic Obviously he was armed, no power player of a man who does his sexual fantasies on woman in a village full of ninja was going to be unarmed. This man had escaped even the stickiest situations with ease, sometimes by murder, sometimes by blackmail, but most of the time by lies and the fact that he is a brilliant businessman with the ability to change faces. And so before Adelpha sexually played her dance moves, as stiff as hell but praying she doesn’t look it, she mumbled in Asami’s ear, that he’s bound to be armed more than that. To cover up the whisper, Adelpha licked the side of her neck, mentally gagging at such an action. But one good thing came out of it, she basically herd the bastard groan at such a movement. It made her feel queer, as deep down she is one hundred percent straight, but even so, it was well worth it. Adelpha captivated him with her innocent young appearance and the deep-set colour of her eyes. Pulling a sensual smile whenever she caught him staring at her. But all the while, she was cursing at her abilities to preform like such a slut. Normally she would simply kill the bastard and be done with it, and face the consequences later on. She didn’t even care if other people died in the process. Collateral Damage, they shouldn’t be in the way. Grinding up against Asami’s form was like trying to be someone she was not. It was mentally making her sick. But so far the progress of arousing the man all played on this. Adelpha watched as Masaru approached like the slippery bastard he was and she inwardly clapped her hands like that of a spoiled excited child. As his fingers wrapped around her forearm, the desire to pull away was so strong that she tensed up slightly before blooming a full smile to hide her sudden agitation. Without hesitation though she slipped up to him and rubbed her body up against his. Turning her attention to Asami she pulled a devilish smile before cuddling up to him and whispered intimately into his left ear. With her voice exquisitely soft like silk she purred. “Got a back room where my girlfriend and I can talk, handsome?” Adelpha didn’t expect the sudden force of his pull and he dragged her to the nearest booth. Hidden anger turned to something hopeful. And as he growled at the others to leave ‘his’ table, he swiftly pulled her onto his lap. And then his baritone voice attacked her skin like an operatic singer trying to shatter glass, he didn’t need to shout. “Well, sugar, let’s see. Do you do private dances?” Adelpha nodded, a lie. “You do anything else that sets you apart from the other hundred girls who catches my attention?” Sick bastard. He sure loves himself. Adelpha smiled wickedly. “I can dislocate my jaw so my mouth opens real wide.” He laughs and slaps the table in front of him, sending drinks flying. “I like you,” he decides, and Adelpha felt the sudden rise in his southern area. Hooked, line and sinker. Sucker. Adelpha looked up and smiles in Asami’s direction. Oh, I got him! I got him good! Dementia

Lady*Killa

[A 5 A M 1 -- N4GA]

Here We Go…

My reply was simple. But I had not spotted anything else. Perhaps he had has hidden his weapons well? But of course, Adelpha was a chuunin, she has more experience than I do. But when she licked the side of my neck, I shivered and overheard Masaru groan. Jesus, this guy was disgusting. I did not know of all his crimes, but I did know they involved women. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was listed as a serial rapist. But to hide the discomfort, I let out a playful laugh and broke away from Adelpha to allow him to steer her away.

At her question, I grinned and followed the pair as he practically dragged the kunochi into a hidden booth. Away from prying eyes, Adelpha was capable of doing anything she wanted to him. Part of me wanted to stay outside the booth while the crazy kunochi did what she did best. People like Masaru didn’t deserve to live. But he needed to be trailed and sentenced fairly. When asked if she did private dances, I almost laughed. Absolutely not!

But the second question and answer had me coughing. But thankfully he was so entranced in Adelpha’s voice, that neither noticed. “She’s a really good dancer, sugar why don’t you give him a little preview of what you can really do?” I then ask, my tone laced with venom. This, I thought was going to be very very interesting.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Love me apocalyptic From the very beginning they were destined to be a lethal combination – Asami and Adelpha. Two stubborn, beautiful, one crazy, smart people. But sometimes the mixture could be annoying also. Yet at the very moment, they were like charged electricity, even when Adelpha sat on Masaru’s tool which felt rather disappointing, she admired Asami’s wickedness. Like herself, she was an X-rated bitch who Adel knew would fight her at every turn. Her chat with the bastard had been very short, but very steamy. Straight to business, no playing around. She had to admire him for that. Eh. With her index finger, she trailed the tip of the blood red nail against his jaw line and battered her eyelashes seductively. Well? Are we going to play, or not…? Rage surged silently inside Adelpha as she handed the man his drink. Why he wanted to finish his drink was beyond her. She wished she could smash the delicate glass one the table and plunge the leftover shards into his neck. Waiting hand and foot on Masaru sent waves of anger and hate through every inch of her body. As if lowering herself down to the level of sluts and whores would get his attention, she would indeed kill him for it. It was only a matter of time, and when she did, she would enjoy every single second of it. “Thank you, my precious,” he purred. My precious? Gross. I hope you choke on it, you worthless piece of shit. She forced a smile on her face before she made her hasty move. Hoping all the while that he didn’t pick up on her eagerness. Adelpha stood up behind the table, purposely invading Masaru’s personal space and stretched and yawned. Her corset type leather trench coat parted slightly showing her bare skin through the net of strings. Sleek marble coloured skin peeked through, giving him a full view of her backbone and her coccyx. Her tail bone located just above the cleft of her buttocks just and no more showed before her leather pants covered the rest of her flesh. But she did not disappoint, she herd him gasp and knew that she had him right where she wanted him. Drooling at her feet, unaware of her true intentions. She lowered her arms and twisted her upper body to peer down at him. Adelpha’s eyes flirted with the boss outrageously, and he loved every minute of it. Men like him always did. One small smile and she purred bewitchingly. “Did you hear what my girl said? A preview does sound tempting, but then the others might get jealous; here’s what I say, why don’t you take us to somewhere provide and we can have a party? What you say, handsome? Ready for your lap dance? I’ll be really gentle with you…” One last playful glance in his direction before she slipped free from his grasp. Swaying her hips she glided up to Asami and slapped her backside hard. To others it would appear playfully, but between Adelpha and Asami, she made it as a clear message. Back off girl or I’ll swim in your blood also… Dementia

Lady*Killa

[A 5 A M 1 -- N4GA]

Boring…

While Adelpha played the part of the excited stripper waiting for her latest fix, I casually moved around the room searching for items I could use as a weapon. I had jutsu, yes but against a crime lord like this guy? Adelpha was a walking weapon, but she had other ideas in mind. This man needed to be arrested for his crimes, but there was no way I could contact the AnBU at the time.

I smile wickedly as Adelpha hands Masaru his glass and watches as she climbs onto the table to ask more questions. “Actually, sugar, you have toyed with me long enough. Do the dance here.” He said, out of the blue while stretching himself out along the couch he had been sitting on. His attention shifted briefly to me before he gestured toward the table.

I move forward slowly, regretting not bringing my quiver and arrows. Something on my person glints brightly as one of the neon lights shone against it. My headband! My gaze flickers down to my left arm just as Masaru’s had. Spotting the headband, he immediately stood. “What is this?” He demanded, the flirty behaviour dissipating along with the effects of the alcohol we had given him. “It’s a prop.” I reply, managing to keep the panic out of my voice.

“Prop my ass, they don’t sell ninja headbands in Kumogakure. You’re a fucking ninja!” He exclaimed, reaching toward his left side to retrieve the katana he had hidden there. “Okay! You’ve got me.. I stole it from a kunochi while she was at the hot springs.. I thought it would make me look cool.” I said, hastily covering up more of my fear. However, this doesn’t seem to buy Masaru’s trust. He doesn’t believe I’m telling the truth. I exchange a swift glance with Adelpha. I had blown it. “Get against that wall, both of you!” Masaru then said, drawing out his blade and pointing it in my direction.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Love me apocalyptic The thought had barely registered in Adelpha’s mind when she felt a tingle, like an electric current, surge up her spine. Beneath her dark hair, her scalp began to crawl. Then she heard a voice speak inside her head: darn it. Not only did Asami blow it, but she could no longer play games with him. And that was the most disappointing part. No games, but as least she could finally get serious. Her heart began to race. Almost time… With a pout, she pushed away from the table and muttered impertinently to no one in particular. But despite the music coming from the sound system, Masaru still heard her. “What did you say you ninja scum?!” “I said; don’t make me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.” The back hand he gave her finally did himself in. All those held up emotions. Pathetic dances, pitiful catch lines. But most of all, her rage and loathing for the man whom abuses woman for his own pleasure. Something simply shattered deep inside her. With a threatening glare she approached him with the promise to rip his throat out, but before she could even get close to him, the bastard made the first move. “Doesn’t ladies first mean anything to you?!” He slips into a Taijutsu stance. Too slowly, much too. She shoved herself through the air with one massive jump to close the distance she had made toward him. She had done so with such force that she was momentarily airborne. Approximately two and a half meters and closing in rapidly. She did this in a matter of seconds before bringing out a knife to clash with his miniature katana. Her knife tore a line in her left trench sleeve but she did not pause like she would have at such a heart shattering sound. She would have to cry over her lovely now-damage leather coat later. Over her last encounter of a life and death battle, whenever she was threatened, she had developed the sense to see everything done in extreme slow motion. However to Masaru and everyone else, they see nothing but a blur. Her right hand lashes out and her knife catches him in a downward swing to block his upper-cut strike with his katana. The momentum of her strike ended up causing him to lose his balance. And before long his back was showing itself, with all his exposed body parts. He landed hard while all Adelpha had to do was step to her right to avoid him crushing her. Vulnerable as he was now, she simply placed her right heel between his shoulder blades to hold him down. Her head shot up at that moment. And she looked around excitedly. “Asami?! Where are you?” Why no allow the woman to kill him? Naw. If I know her as I think I do, she will want him punished by law. Oh well. With the knife still in her right hand, she slammed it home, in the lower part of his spine. She thought about twisting the blade to make more damage but then thought against it. Her fingers loosened their hold and she straightened to her full height, finally hearing his muffled scream against the music. Hmph, and I did it all without a usage of a proper technique… Dementia

Lady*Killa

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[A 5 A M 1 -- N4GA]

You've Got To Be Kidding!

Seeing that the game was over, Adelpha’s whole demeanour changed. What stood in its place now was a violent, angry woman. As she shoved away from the table, Masaru spoke up, further angering the kunochi. For a moment, I simply stood there. In truth, I was shocked at how quickly the situation had changed, and how quickly Adelpha had adapted to it for she was in the air in a mere second.

There was a brief CLASH before Masaru was lying face down on the dance floor with Adelpha standing above him. The base of her boot was sitting in between his shoulders at the upper mid-line of his back. All she would have to do is apply pressure and the club will hear a few popping noises. However, when she didn’t and called out to me, I finally moved crossing the distance of 200 centimetres with quick strides. However, just as I reached out to stop her, Adelpha rammed the knife into his lower back.

“Amarantha stop it!” I snapped, my chakra flaring as I said the words. 50 centimetres away now, I could hear Masaru’s screams as his face rubbed against the floor. The dancers and music had stopped as well and more screams accompanied his. We now had a scene. With chakra surging through my palms, I attempted to grab Adelpha’s right and left arms and wrapped my fingers around her wrists, releasing the chakra as I did so.

The burst of ration chakra will paralyze her for 12 seconds (2 posts/rounds) and will have her unable to perform handseals or to strike anyone should my grab prove successful. I would leave the knife in Masaru’s back in fear of severing his spinal cord. Let the more experienced medics take care of it. “As much as I would have loved for you to twist that knife, we are shinobi and we have a audience, acting unprofessional would have us sitting in front of the Raikage!” I hissed at the kunochi.

However, a loud gong went off as four AnBU entered the club via use of a smoke screen. I felt dead inside as the sight of Adelpha’s boot still on Masaru’s back and me standing to the right of her. We were busted! “Masaru Takeo, you are under arrest for sexual assault, murder, extortion, treason and attempted murder.” The AnBU said, his voice booming from within the club. All screams stopped as two Frog AnBU appeared to collect the criminal.

“Miss Kamyuja, good work for disabling him. You two may report to the tower for questioning when needed. For now, you are free to go.” He then said, turning from the pair of us and disappearing along with the remaining AnBU and Masaru. My mouth fell open before my gaze went to Adelpha’s. He commented on her stabbing of him?! She tried to kill him, how was that disabling him?!

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Lightning Release • Jolt Clamp [Raiton • Yusuburu Kasugai No Jutsu] [10]
Rank: "C" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A Technique used to where a user is capable of paralyzing an opponent depending on where the user touches in which paralyzes a limb of the body.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: The user concentrates an electrical current along the palm of their hand. By doing so the user is capable of pushing fourth and must grab upon the opponent in a rough like manner. Doing so the electrical current pushes against the muscles of the body of the user which temporarily paralyzes the limb or section of which was touched for Two Rounds.
Limit: Must have the Lightning Release

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[Celaena Kamyuja]

Love me apocalyptic It is not enough. Never enough. Must twist the blade. Adelpha had just and no more heard a name being called out. It seemed acquainted but she somehow did not fully catch the name on time. But the ‘stop it’ registered and she never wanted to stop, not while he was still breathing. Why not crush the bastard into the ground? Why stabbing doesn’t really give off the effects to make the blood pumping anymore. Kill him. KILL HIM . Just then pressure was mildly applied to her wrists. WHAT?! Who dare disrupts me? The electric current completely numbing her arms and hands had only lasted a second, and as weak as it was, the deed was done. Her muscles were not expecting the sudden shock which was applied to the already tensed mass and so now they were a jumbled of beating pulses. Her head quickly swished to the side as she glared as Asami with the look of pure annoyance. Curse the cow for stopping me. She didn’t say anything though but simply listened as she spoke. She didn’t care if she had caused a scene, the bastard had it coming and she loved the attention. She simply snorted at the woman but did nothing more. She couldn’t have, not with the sudden smoke screen. However she was alert as ever, noticing the AnBu right at the last minute but smug all of a sudden as Asami’s unease. The poor Genin practically felt frozen to her right. As soon as the AnBu went to grab the bastard, she released him of her boot. But still hatred still burned. Maybe I should kill him still. She thought suddenly. But then another voice replied. No, daughter. He will become someone’s fuck buddy. The male voice of her father sounded, and then she felt another stirring. There are things worse than death, Adel. Perfect. Just great. Not only does she have her own thoughts to think of, she hears her father, Kal and Amara also. As the AnBu left, Adelpha was suddenly hungry. Grabbing the Genin she pulled her along whether she wanted to be dragged or not. It was hard, her fingers felt like rubber, but her grip was like iron either way so it was possible. And so as she walked across the dance floor, she silently thought the words toward the vocal path she uses so that her father and Amara would be able to hear. Tell me why, daddy; why does mother not talk to me like you do? Why can I not see her as I see you or Amara whenever I enter the chambers of my soul? As she reaches the booth she had first found when she arrived at this dive, she sat down and silently lifted up her arm and waited until a waiter answered her call. That is because she is buried deep within, much deeper than a fragment of a soul such as I or you, Adelpha. Kal spoke matter of fact and she was suddenly annoyed. But before she could say anything, a waitress hesitantly stood beside her raised hand. “C-can I-I He-lp you?” “Yes,” As she lowered her arm, she then spoke, smiling ever so slightly. “May I have your dinner special with a Black Russian please?.” She turned her attention toward Asami direction before asking sweetly: “Hungry, dearie? What is it that take your interest? Another White Russian? Name it, its on me.” End of Part I Part II begins... Dementia

Lady*Killa

[A 5 A M 1 -- N4GA]

If Looks Could Kill…

Upon grabbing Adelpha’s wrists, she stopped what she was going to do. But the looks I was being given told me I was going to be reprimanded for this later on. I do not smile. I simply stare at her as she dismisses it with a snort. I shook my head and turned from her. But when Adelpha tried to grab me, I turned around and grinned at her feeble attempt. “Not for twelve seconds.” I said smugly, turning away as I did so.

Nonetheless, I follow her toward a booth while the waitress was called. The poor woman was terrified. After the order was issued, I was asked if I was hungry. Frowning, I was shocked by the sudden mood change. Adelpha was extremely odd. “I’ll just take the dinner special please. No drink.” I said to the waitress with a smile. As the waitress left our table, I turned my head back to the DJ as the music began to play. This time it was a rap song. “What’s your deal?” I ask once the others were out of earshot.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Love me apocalyptic The waitress left in a hurry … she better not poison my drink. Adelpha’s eyes remained on the woman until Asami spoke her words over the sound of rap music. Eh, people must really want to die tonight. NEXT SONG PLEASE! She ignored the silent laughter of amusement within her mind before she focused and answered Asami’s question. “What?” Her voice whined slightly, yet it sounded nice with her natural vocal cords. But then she giggled at herself rather smugly before resting her elbows on the table. Lifting her arms was near impossible. “Oh com’on? You are not enjoying this? I basically got a rapist off the streets. Though I have to say killing him would make me more happier.” She stared at her bluntly for a second or so before sighing rather heavily. “Fine. My deal is simple. Do a mission with me. When we first met, it was over a stupid team seeking. It did not succeed. But since we are free, a mission is in need. And I am not playing now, your meal is on me so are you sure you do not want a drink.” God she was hungry. She wondered what the special was. Just thinking about it made her stomach grumble. It was a loud roar that she even blushed before apologizing. Fifteen minutes went by and the music still had not changed. Different song maybe, but it still was rap of some kind. She was very tempered to get up from the chair, approached the DJ and slit his throat. Opera would sound nice about now, after all a nice piano while eating was relaxing. Finally the meal arrived. Her drink was placed down first before the plates. And since this was their special, the meals were not only large, but desert was included. A large plate of what appeared to be a Roast Dinner was sat down before her. Asami was lucky enough to eat her straight away. Adelpha on the other hand had to wait. Bloody hands! Bloody technique! BLOODY ASAMI!! The meal looked delicious! It was basically roasted meat, apparently both Beef with some dark sauce and Pork with apple; with all the trimmings, including roast potatoes, stuffing, and vegetables of everything from peas, Broccoli, Cauliflower with melted cheese, kumara to a healthy salad. It was teasing her. She couldn’t eat it, yet. How disappointing… Dementia

Lady*Killa

[A 5 A M 1 -- N4GA]

Lies Or Truth?

Once the waitress had left, Adelpha began speaking, but not in answer to my question. Sigh, I think killing everyone will make her happy. “Seeing him off the streets is rewarding enough,” I said, an edge to my tone. Shifting in my seat, I folded my arms across my chest as Adelpha sighed. But what came out of her mouth next was not what I expected.

She was requesting that I accompany her on a mission. This had indeed sparked my interest. It showed that she does not want to give up on forming a team, no matter how small. Narrowing my eyes, I remain silent for a while. Even as the dinner specials were bought to the table. A roast, not bad. After thanking the waitress, I dig into my meal while Adelpha looked forlorn with hers.

By now the feeling would have begun returning to her hands. But what will that mean for me? I had numbed her, but will she attempt to strangle me once she was able to pick up a fork again? Taking a few mouthfuls of food, I chew and swallow before shoving another load into my mouth. I really was hungry, but I was glad that my empty stomach had not further intoxicated me. “What kind of mission?” I ask, shoving another mouthful of food into my mouth.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Love me apocalyptic She was happy. So very happy actually that she thought for a second that she might have a sense of Euphoria which would be highly scary. Asami’s snappy tone didn’t even scratch the surface of Adelpha which was strange in itself. Even the slightest bitchy tone would leave her either grinding her teeth or pounding fist on flesh but at the current moment, it was neither. She was simply happy. “True. Very true.” Rewarding for her efforts, she was unsure how to do it once Asami had broken their hard sexual work. Come to think of it, she thought that Asami acted sexy and she acted slutty. And there was a difference. Just how out of the zone am I? She shrugged physically before smiling at Asami who was eating like she was a starving pig. No lady manners there, should I eat the same? I am hungry. She tried moving her fingers. They were still numb, or should she think, tingly. But at least some feeling was coming back. “I do not know what mission we should do. I actually thought that you may know of one.” Adelpha picked up her fork and stabbed that the Pork. Hmm. Tender. Not bad. Bring it to her mouth with a shaky hand, she took her first bite and chew with murder intent. Come to think of it, she attacked me. Oh, what about that mission? No, she will most likely die. A heavy sigh left her lips in a hurry. She didn’t know what to do. Missions were boring these days… Dementia

Lady*Killa

[A 5 A M 1 -- N4GA]

Can You Sing?

So let me get this straight: Adelpha demands that I take a mission with her, but doesn’t provide the mission details? Just what kind of Chuunin are you? Shoving the last of my meal into my mouth, I take my mine in chewing, allowing the food and taste to seep into my being, a job well done so-to-speak. But when the DJ suddenly grew quiet and the dancers began to grow restless, a slim woman stood up upon the podium overlooking the dance floor and the private booths.

My attention shifted from my meal to the woman, I noticed that she was wearing an old fashioned gown while her long sleek black hair was tied back in an elaborate style. The dress itself was a pale pink and blue Victorian kind of dress which flowed around her like an umbrella. She was in fact, stunning to look at despite the weird taste of clothing. “Ladies and gentlemen!” The woman said sing-song-like into the microphone.

“I would like to thank you all for coming and I hope that you are enjoying your night! Now, this next song will be in tribute to the upcoming opera which will be held this Friday in the culture centre!” The woman bellowed happily. There was a round of an applause before the DJ started playing the music. At first it was a gentle tune, then it turned into a sort of bouncy techno version of the song while a person began singing:

“Poor young maiden!
For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets,
You will have to pay the bill- tangled in the winding sheets!
Serve the meal and serve the maid!
Serve the master so that, when tables, plans and maids are laid
Don Juan triumphs once again!”

The song sounded so angry, so full of passion. I suddenly remembered that it was the Phantom of the Opera’s song Don Juan. The musical was due to be played here by a very famous singer. “Why not go down to the tower and ask to protect the lead singer of the play the woman was advertising just now?” I ask, placing my cutlery upon the plate. “Apparently this singer has a secret admirer who people have labelled as a ghost. No one has been able to find them and has only left a threatening letter or something. It was on the bulletin board outside the tower this morning.”

“When you met, you wore my cloak,
With my scarf you hid your face.
She believes she dines with me
In her master's borrowed place!
Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff,
Stealing what in truth is mine,
When it's late and modesty starts to mellow with the wine!

“You come home!
I use your voice...
Slam the door like crack of doom!”

The song continued to play, yet I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms. What would the boastful kunochi say to my request?