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[» Her Design.]

Perhaps, just maybe, this was foolish of her?

The thought crossed her mind only once during the tedious journey toward a lonely section of the village, which Haruko had used once or twice for her training grounds. This visit was .. nothing short of 'just business,' in her terms of speaking. Though at one time it held fond memories, she could not remember why anymore. With the death of her dear friend, Yunnie, and the sudden aggrivation of her father, what was there to be fond of at all?

Violet eyes surveyed her surroundings, taking in the cluster of rocks nearby, that she normally would sit herself at for a break to eat, or to heal a wound that was caused through her practice. It would do for the purpose of sitting, of course, but her actions surely would be different. Reverse, in fact! Clutting the small scroll in her hand, the raven-haired girl crossed the rest of the way through the area, and plopped herself against the formation, with a grand ol' sigh.

"I can do this."

[» Her Design.]

Moving the hand with the scroll toward the ground, fingers unraveled, and let the light parchment fall with a thump beside her. If anyone found her after this was over, the note would explain things to them, and hopefully she would not be shamed. .. As if that mattered, really. She only worried about what her mother's friends would say.

Petite nose wrinkled, and her chin tipped; locks falling to obscure her gaze. The faster she did this, the easier it would be, certainly. Either hand came up, held at an angle so that she could not see them -- palms flat in a direction toward her face, just above the level of her hairline. It could have been a prayer to whatever God their may have been, or even a salute to her intentions.

Soon, eyes wound their way up again, with a flick of her bangs, to stare at the open hands. Digits slowly curled within themselves, nails pressing into the soft flesh, before her left hand sunk to the ground. Haru was left with the single extension: enough to finish this job, at least.

Tilting her wrist just-so, fingers unfurled, to appear as if she were holding an invisible round object. Eyes narrowed, and slowly, a small sphere of chakra willed itself along the very edges of her fingertips. With a shakey breath, the girl closed her eyes again, and brought the ball toward her chest. Nails scraped along the flesh just below her collarbone, on the left side (for her shirt had been pulled down just enough to reveal the area). And with a shove, the ball was forced against and into her chest.

Satsugaite no Jutsu (Killing Hands Technique)
Rank: C-rank
Type: NinJutsu
Description: A Ninjutsu technique where the ninja focuses chakra into the palms of their hands, creating a small ball of killing chakra, which is the complete opposite of the Shosen no Jutsu (Healing Hands Technique). Through concentrating their chakra in a manner opposing the Shosen, instead of rebuilding and restoring another person's cells, this jutsu intends to destroy and unravel another person's cells.
Limit: Must learn Shosen no jutsu before

[» Her Design.]

As the chakra came in contact with her skin, she felt it -- as if it were deteriorating. The pain was aweful! She couldn't even control the loud cry that split past her lips, or the tears that stung her eyes. She wanted to stop, but she had enough sense of mind to control the jutsu to keep going. Faster! she called into her own mind, shoving her hands further against her chest.

With a silent eep, just a moment or two later, her hands fell limp along her chest -- and the slumped body slid down the rockface, just a tad. The chakra died away from her palm. She was no longer breathing, thanks to the effects of her Satsugaite no Jutsu. The cell destruction, with her correct placement, had been enough to take out (with little resistance), vital cells and structures within the cardiac organ; the heart. Her death had not been instant, and it was painful, but it was the best way she could find.

And, at the last moment of her life, she didn't regret a thing.

[ Naoki, Haruko -- dead ]
/cheap

[Masakuni]

This girl is officially dead, son. Scrap used.

[» Her Design.]

[ Note that this character is just dead; not being used as a scrap. ]

[Masakuni]

-Cough- You use your free scrap death whenever you kill yourself, regardless.

[Umehara]

No, you don't. I've done it before. I've talked to Heero and Yuuku about this before. So, she doesn't use her scrap death.

If you need an example, take a look at Hyuuga Sohjin's death.

[Masakuni]

We need to keep a list of all these rule variations we make. x.x

Seriously. Half the addendums to rules only four or so people know. xD

Alright, but agreed then.