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Who: Sasori and Yumichika
What: A spar?
When: Earlier today.
Where: A field.
Summary: Sasori and Yumichika decide to have a friendly spar.
Rating: PG-13 (Subject to change)
This was it.
The was literally it, Sasori's chance to prove he wasn't weak, that he was strong. No matter how much he wanted it to be harmless, something in him burned for retribution. He wanted to win, he needed to win. And he would. He had to. They, as in Sasori and Yumichika, had agreed to, well, spar. Sasori was interested in how well the other moved (And possibly a little payback). Being a ninja, the red head was naturally flexible and able to move in rather difficult ways. Sasori looked up at the sky. It was so clear. He usually only went out when it was raining, or dark. He liked it then, it was... nicer.
The red head let a small sigh slip past his lips. This was where they were supposed to meet, Sasori had just... gone out... a few hours early. he liked to warm up before fighting. Stretch, hide weapons on himself before anyone could see notice. And they were all hidden by his cloak.
Simple things he always did before battling.
His cloak rustled as the red head stood, a hidden frown sliding onto his covered face. He didn't like the wind, or anything that caused cold. He hated cold things, and found himself shivering just thinking about them. This was only because of how his body worked Sasori sighed once again, sitting himself down on the ground. It was getting close to 'that' time, meaning Yumichika would be there soon. It was... rather exciting, no matter how impatient the red head was. He had to admit it. And as he sat, letting the wind lick at the exposed parts of his body, he felt strangely at peace. Though deep down, another part of his being was ready to fight.
And he was ready.
What: A spar?
When: Earlier today.
Where: A field.
Summary: Sasori and Yumichika decide to have a friendly spar.
Rating: PG-13 (Subject to change)
This was it.
The was literally it, Sasori's chance to prove he wasn't weak, that he was strong. No matter how much he wanted it to be harmless, something in him burned for retribution. He wanted to win, he needed to win. And he would. He had to. They, as in Sasori and Yumichika, had agreed to, well, spar. Sasori was interested in how well the other moved (And possibly a little payback). Being a ninja, the red head was naturally flexible and able to move in rather difficult ways. Sasori looked up at the sky. It was so clear. He usually only went out when it was raining, or dark. He liked it then, it was... nicer.
The red head let a small sigh slip past his lips. This was where they were supposed to meet, Sasori had just... gone out... a few hours early. he liked to warm up before fighting. Stretch, hide weapons on himself before anyone could see notice. And they were all hidden by his cloak.
Simple things he always did before battling.
His cloak rustled as the red head stood, a hidden frown sliding onto his covered face. He didn't like the wind, or anything that caused cold. He hated cold things, and found himself shivering just thinking about them. This was only because of how his body worked Sasori sighed once again, sitting himself down on the ground. It was getting close to 'that' time, meaning Yumichika would be there soon. It was... rather exciting, no matter how impatient the red head was. He had to admit it. And as he sat, letting the wind lick at the exposed parts of his body, he felt strangely at peace. Though deep down, another part of his being was ready to fight.
And he was ready.