Chilled to the bone (Open RP)

[Kira]

Akiyp watched and thought. So the man that had been so kind to her was really the victim. For a split-second, she almost though she would completely crack down and scream.

Luckily, that as just a momentary lapse of emotions, and was immediately gone.

She unknowingly gripped the mask a bit tighter in her clenched hands. She wished him a nice afterlife. She wasn't surprised as she was told that the man died with a smile on his face. Somehow, she always suspected that.

Snapping back into reality, she shook off whatever kind of pity tried to claw its way into her heart. If she wanted to sulk, which she didn't, she could always go home and sulk.

She nodded stiffly, muttering a cold, "Whatever. i always knew he'd die like that anyways."

Curiously, she kept her dull eyes on Yukito, as she muttered, "So why do you say I don't belong in your bag anyways. and why give him to me? I don't know him."

[kakuta]

Yukito was sifting through akiyo's memories examining what he'd seen in her head. But he was sticking to her other side her lighter side for the time being. he found her interesting the girls did live in the same body after all.

"you didn't have to know the man well to know he'd die like that. I dropped his body off away from the battle field. i think he was taken back to his home. He was funny. He... made me laugh."

He smiled try to get like how he was with him for that brief moment. Just before he died when they looked at each other knowing that they where gonna die. "but i didn't die" he whispered.

He shook his head. "I can't keep him i have no home or anything. his soul won't rest with someone like me. i'm always moving pain fear and death follow me. I have nothing. to stay with me is an insult to his memory. he needs a place to stay and your head band shows your from the same place. so take him home or close enough to it."

He began playing with the leaves on the vines that grew in his hair. "i cant kill you. i just can't. I don't have it in me. i may be heartless but i'm not souless. so you live on until some one kills you. or i feel you really need to die. then i'll hunt you down and kill you. but i hope it doesn't come to that. don't you?"

[Kira]

Akiyo felt a cold breeze ruffle through her slightly curled, red hair. "Hope? What hope is there in a shinobi's world? And death. If you're gonna be a shinobi, you're practically destined to dance with Death. Everyone's destined to die someday anyways. What's the point of fear, then? I don't hope, and death doesn't phase me." She spoke bitterly once more

For her to take the mask with her was like taking home a comrade's corpse. it wouldn't affect her, but it was almost....depressing.

She took one glance at the shining Suna headband that hung loosely, tied to her belt. She shifted her gaze to the mask held in her hand. Her voice was a tiny bit softer as she muttered, "So...he made you laugh? He seems too nice... I guess that it was he who died when i heard about a couple of ANBU corpses being brought back to Suna... Ever been there before?"

She didn't really mean it when she said he was too nice. She didn't know the man well enough, but really, who would go around smiling at odd looking young girls who are caught staring?

[kakuta]

He wanted to reply to her. A shinobi is for the people. You learn every thing is to protect the people of your nation. to grown strong and over come all enemies and put your life on the line for them so they don't have to die. death is never supposed to be taken lightly. it's out job as the shinobi to understand it better then most and reject it to keep our cities and counties at peace. You can't give up hope if it's for there sake. But that was only with his head it wasn't with his heart, so there was no use saying it. that stupid anbu would have said something like that seriously.

"yes he made me laugh. he was a fool but he understood a couple of things. enough to open up that piece of my heart for a moment." he looked down at the dirt image of him.
"suna is nice. i haven't been back in the city exactly for 16 years. but i've been there. i frequent the sands but i don't enter any of the cities. like i said i don't do well with people they don't get me." he thought for a place so hot every one there is so cold. "heh a joke."

[Kira]

Akiyo imagined her sunny home once again. She loved the snow and sunlight!

Silently, she muttered, "If being a shinobi means I have to drop my beliefs for the villager's safety, I might as well kill myself right now. I'd much rather be disgracefully stripped of my title as kunoichi. As you've seen for yourself, they've given me nothing but dirty looks and practically dreamt of my death when they knew nothing about me. I'd rather die than help them. I could complete all the missions without a flaw and they'd still look down on me. You've seen a glimpse of my world and should be well aware that hope does not exist there. I only live to serve Suna until I die... I will, without a doubt, step up to defend Suna, but never the villagers. Not even if I was bribed would I put my life on the line for those ungrateful people."

Her words dripped with venom as she spat them out. Her look softened the slightest bit as she remembered the man. "This man was the only one I can remember who didn't stare at me with disgust when I looked at him. He may've been a fool, but he was a kind fool. he didn't deserve death...not when I've done things that I should be executed for. Then of course, so one ever said life itself was fair."

Akiyo had always been bitter. Why hide the fact? But still, she couldn't feel even a small flutter of kindness i her own heart. Her eyes still reflected, the dull, cold glare. In her heart, she could still only feel bitterness and hatred. Perhaps she was simply born that way and was destined for this sort of future. She certainly took it better than others would.

[kakuta]

Yukito began to pack his things as akiyo was talking. He put away his whole camp. packing it all away in his two duffel bags. He pulled the bags over his head and set the straps on his shoulder.

He walked up to akiyo. "i'm gonna need to borrow this for a second." he took the anbu mask from her hands and put it on his face. he changed his breathing his posture and began to grin under the mask. he grabbed both of akiyo's wrists with his left hand pulled her to him so that her back was to him and she didn't see him.

he wrapped his right arm around her in a hug. he began to talk in the light voice of the anbu man. "your one of the people of suna as well. Just because they've given up on you doesn't mean you should give up on them, or give up on yourself."
He took the mask off and put it on her. Then gently kissed her neck where he bit her. "goodnight akiyo we might meet again but i doubt it." he tripped her so she couldn't follow him then ran off quickly. thinking. "i left my village because i'm just to nice. i'm becoming harder because i just won't be able to kill the one's i need to if i stay like how i was." a single tear ran down his face. he never gave up hope but thats what he was out here for to loose his hope that his brother would be the same good brother he knew that he didn't need to kill him. but he knew he had to and when the time came he didn't need hope getting in the way.

[Kira]

Akiyo growled angrily as she got up onto her feet. She didn't need to be criticized about hope. Not even by someone who was kind...an d dead.

To her, hope was like a death ward. As soon as you started hoping, you might as well be signed off to death.

She gingerly removed the mask, staring at it a bit longer than she meant to. She quickly stuffed it into the large pocket of her coat as she began to walk in the opposite direction...Towards her home.

She was almost annoyed. She didn't need to be hugged. She didn't need to be kissed where she was bitten. She didn't even like having people close to her mentally or physically. Yes, she was downright pissed.

She didn't look back towards the direction where Yukito ran off.

She was like ice. She rarely felt any emotion other than bitterness and hatred. But unlike ice, she never melted. her cold personality wouldn't melt. Her lack of hope would stay where it was, buried deep inside her heart. Odd how her personality was a complete contrast to where she lived.

Though his words were wise, they were more useful to be spoken to a genin of some sorts who still had a tiny flame of hope within them. Her's had burnt out completely. No longer did she hope, nor did anyone hope for her. It was fine.

She smirked a little, liking how her personality was not changed. And now, she'll head for home, and plop down on her soft mattress, and think of who she was, and what made her this way.

((OOC: So I'm guessing this threads pretty much over, right? Unless you have any ideas of how to keep it going @.@))

[kakuta]

((OOC: They are two introverted people it had to end. they couldn't really go on for long that was quite obvious from the start. unless they began to fight of coarse. Sense they are going opposite ways fighting is out of the picture. so yeah i guess this is done now. Hope i get to rp with you later. ))