[[Backdated the day before Aki's birthday.]]

( Aki had been very lonely without his girls. )

[[Backdated liek woah to this day.]]

( 'You've been by yourself all this time?' )

[[Set the day after this thread.]]

( He could only hope she wasn't in a murderous mood. His best defense was the crutch and he had little faith that it would keep her from strangling him if she chose. )

((Set sometime after this thread.))

In ninja school, the first thing they teach you is control-- control over your physical, mental, and--possibly most importantly--emotional limits. Ninja do not feel, therefore ninja do not hurt.

( Whoever made up THAT crap, Izume decided, obviously took one too many blows to the head. )

[[ OOC: Set between this post and this post. ]]

( For a moment, Izume let herself think that she hadn't just screwed things up royally; that she still had her best friend, that Yuugao was not late coming home, that everything was alright, fine, dandy.

For now, she could pretend. )

Hmph.

All he had wanted was to go out and have fun with his best girls and they were mad at him. Aki crossed his arms and semi pouted ( Read more... )

He knew he should get home and eat. He was certainly hungry enough. Izume had happily proclaimed that morning that she was going to make her famous Curry Rice, too. It would be rude to eat elsewhere.

( And yet the urge to stay out all night was nearly overwhelming. )

Tsurude wondered if his bad luck in gambling leaked into his life. Bad luck seemed to follow him at every turn, every bend. When Leigh and Naruko went missing he did what any normal leader would do and sent a team after them. Then, Sakurai, who was on said team, goes missing and has stayed missing. Floods of information and worries seeped into him ( Read more... )

With every bad came a good, Izume supposed, as she lugged the last bit of her luggage over her free shoulder and bid her once-home adieu. True, she and Kotsuki had been through a lot in this apartment together, but she'd been feeling it was time for a change for a while now, and now thanks to Neko-chan, they had a reason ( Read more... )

One hand held the crumpled “Free Kisses” sign and the other was stuffed firmly in his pocket as Yuugao walked beside Hanato towards Kotsuki and Izume’s apartment. He was feeling mostly calm and he hoped to keep it that way. He still spared his hair a glance every few minutes - it was blocking his vision in a funny way - but by every other visible ( Read more... )