Bow Chika Wow Wow {Invite Only}
May 26, 2008 13:07:50 GMT -7
Post by pandoru on May 26, 2008 13:07:50 GMT -7
Silently, the crimson-haired Shadow of Stone cursed to herself. The streets of Iwa were so much different at night, and even more so when it was dark. Rina had built the labyrinth outside of the village, hadn't she? Because there were many twists and turns that Pandoru, at this moment, simply wasn't recognizing. As well, she was beginning to doubt the stability of Seikiri. It was in desperate need of repair, but she was fairly confident that Shiro's weight alone wouldn't cause it to break. Suddenly, she stopped, scowling, covering a single eye with a hand as pain shot through her cranium, both physically and due to mental frustration.
'Where the fuck do I live?'
The cyan optic that remained open looked around. The Compound was... that way, wasn't it? So how the hell did they end up over here? One thing was for sure, the sake hadn't helped her sense of direction at all. She sighed, the pain in her head finally settling before she continued onward, giving the strings of her puppet a delicate tug, willing it to follow.
Finally the area was familiar. Each house was recognized, and her own was swiftly as well. Her pace quickened a bit, approaching the single story building that housed her and her family. What it lacked in height however, it made up in width. It may not have had multiple floors, but there was indeed enough space to hold the three of them, as well as a good handful of relatives. Her threads were lengthened, keeping the puppet, as well as the Aburame, a safe distance away so that she could check if anyone unpleasant was currently awake. Swallowing, she set her hand upon the knob, opening the door slowly and soundlessly.
The room was dark, but she heard nothing. Which really meant that it was possible for her father to be either present or not. It was, unfortunately, a risk she'd have to take. Her digits twitched, pulling Seikiri into the home, and another twitch silently shut the door with strings. With it's wooden appendages and joints that had a tendency to squeak, her puppet could go no further in here. She quickly returned it to its scroll, catching Shiro before he had a chance to fall too far. It was a shame that he hadn't gotten any lighter in the trip, but at least there were only a few meters to go now to her room. She couldn't leave him on the couch- too many questions would pop up. Though her mother would be pleasant, if the redhead male of her family spotted him, Shiro may have woken up to find himself... missing a limb or two.
She sighed, nudging her bedroom door open with her foot, and basically dragging the taller shinobi over to her bed. He was quite the sleeper to be able to go through all of this and not even stir. Unless of course, he was faking and simply laughing at her antics. Possible, but she really hoped he wouldn't do that. After setting him down and draping the blankets over his body, she left the room momentarily, discarding her sandals and setting them by the front door. As she straightened herself, she paused. The teen had been planning to sleep on the couch herself, but now that she though about it, the results would be the same if it would have been Shiro out there, Granted, her father probably wouldn't maim her, but his curiosity would lead him to peek in her room and discover the other male anyway. Still silent, she pressed a finger to her lips in thought, considering the possibilities. Only one really stuck out,
Well... it was cold in that room anyway.
Carefully and silently, she inched back towards her room, shutting the door behind her once she made it in, and observed the sleeping figure. It was creepy to watch someone sleep; she knew that... but he seemed so peaceful. Her face flushed a bit. The only person she could ever remember sharing a bed with was Lash, but that was when they were children. Not only that, but Lash was family and of the same gender. She swallowed nervously, shedding only the accessories on her arms before crawling into bed as well. This was slightly awkward... yet cozy. If nothing else, Shiro was an excellent source of heat.
Sighing once more, her eyes fluttered shut, and sleep quickly overcame her.
'Where the fuck do I live?'
The cyan optic that remained open looked around. The Compound was... that way, wasn't it? So how the hell did they end up over here? One thing was for sure, the sake hadn't helped her sense of direction at all. She sighed, the pain in her head finally settling before she continued onward, giving the strings of her puppet a delicate tug, willing it to follow.
Finally the area was familiar. Each house was recognized, and her own was swiftly as well. Her pace quickened a bit, approaching the single story building that housed her and her family. What it lacked in height however, it made up in width. It may not have had multiple floors, but there was indeed enough space to hold the three of them, as well as a good handful of relatives. Her threads were lengthened, keeping the puppet, as well as the Aburame, a safe distance away so that she could check if anyone unpleasant was currently awake. Swallowing, she set her hand upon the knob, opening the door slowly and soundlessly.
The room was dark, but she heard nothing. Which really meant that it was possible for her father to be either present or not. It was, unfortunately, a risk she'd have to take. Her digits twitched, pulling Seikiri into the home, and another twitch silently shut the door with strings. With it's wooden appendages and joints that had a tendency to squeak, her puppet could go no further in here. She quickly returned it to its scroll, catching Shiro before he had a chance to fall too far. It was a shame that he hadn't gotten any lighter in the trip, but at least there were only a few meters to go now to her room. She couldn't leave him on the couch- too many questions would pop up. Though her mother would be pleasant, if the redhead male of her family spotted him, Shiro may have woken up to find himself... missing a limb or two.
She sighed, nudging her bedroom door open with her foot, and basically dragging the taller shinobi over to her bed. He was quite the sleeper to be able to go through all of this and not even stir. Unless of course, he was faking and simply laughing at her antics. Possible, but she really hoped he wouldn't do that. After setting him down and draping the blankets over his body, she left the room momentarily, discarding her sandals and setting them by the front door. As she straightened herself, she paused. The teen had been planning to sleep on the couch herself, but now that she though about it, the results would be the same if it would have been Shiro out there, Granted, her father probably wouldn't maim her, but his curiosity would lead him to peek in her room and discover the other male anyway. Still silent, she pressed a finger to her lips in thought, considering the possibilities. Only one really stuck out,
Well... it was cold in that room anyway.
Carefully and silently, she inched back towards her room, shutting the door behind her once she made it in, and observed the sleeping figure. It was creepy to watch someone sleep; she knew that... but he seemed so peaceful. Her face flushed a bit. The only person she could ever remember sharing a bed with was Lash, but that was when they were children. Not only that, but Lash was family and of the same gender. She swallowed nervously, shedding only the accessories on her arms before crawling into bed as well. This was slightly awkward... yet cozy. If nothing else, Shiro was an excellent source of heat.
Sighing once more, her eyes fluttered shut, and sleep quickly overcame her.