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Post by issun on Dec 29, 2007 9:22:47 GMT -5
Issun was sittin in the school yard. he was painting a picture of a ladybug. the ladybug was red, so issun coudnt see it well. the painting looked like a spotted leaf. "oh well," sighed Issun. he hadnt fauht since the incident, and wanted a nice warm up!
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Post by Hishime on Dec 29, 2007 9:43:11 GMT -5
Hishime yawned as she shoved her hand in her pockets and made her way to the School yard. She looked at the sky, only to see a few clouds and birds. She sighed deeply and muttered to herself “Konoha is getting more boring every day..” She had finally reached the School Yard, but she didn’t notice. Still looking at the sky, she felt her foot hit something hard. And before she knew it she had already hit the ground with a loud ‘thud’. “D*MN YOU!” she yelled pointing at the rock, “YOU LITTLE BASTERD!” Hishime picked up the rock and swung her arm in the air. “DIE!” she screamed, throwing the rock far, far, FAR away. She sighed and looked around, and saw a boy around her age. “Hehehe..” she laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her head. ‘D*mn it..’ she thought and sweatdropped.
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Post by issun on Dec 29, 2007 9:49:35 GMT -5
Issun noticed the clumsy girl and tried to supress his laughter. he he he, perficit. just what the doctor ordered, Issun thought. "you madame, do you care for a spar?," Issun questioned. Isuun pulled out a canvas ansd started new painting. he painted fast and long strokes. "do you care to see my painting?" he quesined once more.
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Post by Hishime on Dec 29, 2007 10:02:49 GMT -5
Hishime looked at the boy and her eyes twitched. ‘Madame..??’ she thought as her looked down and bit her lowerlip. She took a deep breath before walking up to the boy and yelled “I am NOT a madame!” Hishime looked over the boys shoulder as she calmed down. ‘Why am I such an idiot?’ she thought and sweatdropped again. “I hate to say it, but its good..” she said, taking a look at his work.
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Post by issun on Dec 29, 2007 10:08:09 GMT -5
"i am sorry, miss", apologized Issun. he showed her a picture of a shurikin. it lept of the canvas and shot a the girl. "hehehe, anything i paint can come to life, nifty, eh?" Issun laughed and painted a piture of many issuns. they formd a circle around her and shot shurikins.
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Post by Hishime on Dec 29, 2007 10:29:45 GMT -5
Hishime’s eyes widened as she jumped backwards and dodged the Shuriken. “What the..” she mumbled as the Issuns surrounded her. “Who the heck are you?” she asked as she jumped high in the air to dodge the other Shurikens. Landing on the ground, at save distance. She appeared in a tree behind the boy while grabbing some of her own Shuriken. Throwing the Shuriken at the boy with full speed, she flickered away and appeared behind another tree.
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Post by issun on Dec 29, 2007 10:42:43 GMT -5
"im Issun, and Im the greatist, and deadlyist, artist around!," bragged Issun. "But know that you know my attacks, I guess ill have to be more careful." Issun pulled of the wooden end of is paint brush to reveal a sword. "I may not be as fast as i use to, but its still enough to beat you!", Issun charged at her and swung.
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Post by Ikara on Dec 29, 2007 13:16:39 GMT -5
um...Issun....your art jutsu thing hasn't been approved yet
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Post by Hishime on Jan 12, 2008 14:39:17 GMT -5
A small smirk appeared on her lips, “Big words for such a little boy” she said as she appeared behind him. “Never underestimate a shinobi,” she whispered is his ear. Her smirk grew wider as she drew her Kunai. “That would be a huge mistake, Issun” she added as she lifted her Kunai and held the cold blade against his neck. “And you, oh mighty artist, won’t beat me so easily.”
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Post by issun on Jan 12, 2008 19:13:46 GMT -5
"what you dont know is, ive already one," laughed Issun. "look around you, notice anything diffrent?" the aread around them was all grass. "this is my deadlist jutsu, welcome to... ISSUNS WORLD!" Issun walked into the kunai, exploding into paint. the real issun was a few feet away. "youve been fighting a clone the entire time, while i sealed us in side this painting. I pull the strings here, and this place will be your grave!"
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Post by Hishime on Jan 13, 2008 8:46:08 GMT -5
“Nice” Hishime mumbled, a huge grin appeared on her lips. “Let me tell you one thing, Issun. I don’t care if I die.” Her voice became cold as she spoke these words. “Its not like someone would miss me anyway.. so..” She took a small step closer with every word she said, “if you want to kill me so badly..” She lifted her head a little, only to make eye contact with the great artist. “then, I won’t stop you” she added, her grin disappeared. Her eyes were cold, yet showing a hint of fear and pain. A small sigh escaped from her lips as she took another step. She was now only a meter away from him, and was still looking into his eyes. This was what she usually did, trying to read emotions and thought.
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Post by issun on Jan 13, 2008 10:19:54 GMT -5
"wahahaha BAWAHAHAHA," laughed Issun. "your not gonna make things fun for me, are you? Wel ill make thing intresting enough." He snapped his fingers and grass sparng up and tied her. "slow and painful? or quick and nothing but the satisfaction of a kill? your choice." Issun pointd his sword at her throat.
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Post by Hishime on Jan 13, 2008 10:41:11 GMT -5
“Issun” she whispered as she felt the grass tying her. Her lips formed a small smile as she spoke. “I don’t care..” Her eyes softened as she still held eye contact. “I’ve felt pain my whole life.. I’m used to it” Her smile disappeared as she spoke again. “Do whatever the h*ll you want” She shivered as she leaned forward, feeling the cold blade touching her pale skin.
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Post by issun on Jan 13, 2008 10:51:18 GMT -5
"That makes two of us," said Issun. "the only diffrence is I have died before..." He looked at her and held out a sake bottle. The grass untied and everything returned to normal. "lets put you to the test. do you rly welcome deaths cold embrace?" he shook the poisoned bottle a little.
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Post by Hishime on Jan 13, 2008 11:59:15 GMT -5
A small sigh escaped from Hishime’s lips as everything changed back to normal. Her eyes turned emotionless at the sight of the sake bottle. “Little boy” she said coldly and drew her Tanto. “Its no fun, he?” She lifted her Tanto and touched the cold blade with her index finger. She looked at her finger while putting the weapon back in its sheath. Taking a few steps closer she lifted her hand and slowly touched his lips, leaving a small trail of blood. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? Blood. Fear. Tears. Begging.” She whispered coldly, taking her hand to her mouth. “Well, I’m not going to beg for my life..” she muttered and licked the blood off her finger.
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