#duruscorde

“Forgive me for not believing a stranger without evidence.”  Pale eyes flickered towards the unknown woman as the Hyuuga leaned against a nearby building, allowing the overhanging roof to shield him from the rain.  He was soaked, hair clinging to his face and diluted blood clinging to his clothing as the water washed it down towards the ground.  Of course he’d manage to get caught in some far off village without his team.  The mission was supposed to be a simple one, no violence.  How easily that plan had gone to hell.  He’d walked right into the trap.  How arrogant.  It was only by sheer luck that none of the people in the little town had been harmed yet.  

Despite the strain on his eyes from chakra loss, Neji reactivated his byakugan, scanning the area. “You should go back inside while I make sure I got the last one.”  Four bodies littered the ground, growing cold already.  There had been at least one among them among jounin rank but still they fell, wounds from the gentle fist the only remaining signs of their fate.  There had been a fifth but the byakugan didn’t spot a man, at least, not a shinobi.  The town was so full of people and he didn’t get a good look at him before he fled.  He could be in hiding, blending in among the scared people who hid in their homes.

"Yeah, I get that more often than you'd think." Hidan grins, showing teeth he's sure are stained red from his own blood as he can still taste it, bright and coppery.

"But I'll be good as new by morning." He lifts a brow. "Maybe if you stick around you can let me know if I still look like shit then."

He drops the smile, body aching and stiff as he moves to stand with a grunt and a hiss, the center of his chest being the worst of it. When he presses a hand over the wound there his clothes are wet with fresh blood and his hand comes away smeared with it.

Manhandling symbol starters / @duruscorde

✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down

suengri jolts awake from the pain that stings his eyes in waves. it’s dark, he can’t open his eyes, and his senses heighten in alert. he shouldn’t be blind, not this fast—not for some years to come. that’s what his aunt said, and frankly, he trusts her words. though she also said to not use his doujutsu because it’ll make the inevitable arrive faster, but you know, he dismisses it. 

shifting around, he realizes nothing is restraining his body and gets up. he’s on what feels like a soft bed and when he lifts his hands, he feels the texture he knows all too well. bandages. soft bed, bandages, and the smell of antiseptic meaning... 

he takes the bandages off and forces his eyes to pry open. the stinging is still there, and he tries to adjust his sight to the light. the feeling of liquid runs down his cheek and he pays no mind to it. he has one goal in mind, and that is to get out here. 

just as he gets off the bed and walks to what seems like the door, it opens to reveal a person blocking his path. he can’t tell if they’re a guy or a girl so he wipes away the dripping liquid.

*bangs  head  on  table*  "stop."

Despite Sakura’s high tolerance from alcohol, Sakura consumed enough that night to alter her headspace.

⛓ - for a starter where [ MY ] muse helps [ YOURS ] escape from a prison.

@duruscorde​ : 

This, unsurprisingly, wasn't her first time getting kidnapped. Honestly, it probably wasn't even the tenth, or the twentieth. By the time Chie died the second go around, waking up in a cell somewhere really wasn't that shocking. If anything, it was almost like a mini-vacation... Though she wasn't sure many would agree.

She also wasn't sure that getting arrested technically counted as being kidnapped, but seeing as she'd gotten tied up and snatched before she could even say 'Well, fuck me', it sure felt like it counted.

Who would've thought that getting into a good old fashioned fist fight with a civilian would result in jail time? Breaking the asshole's nose had been in self defense, but the police hadn't seemed to agree... And neither had their mayor, who, as it turned out, was the father of the person she'd fought.

At the time, letting loose in a way she hadn't since she was a soldier had been fun, but now she was mildly annoyed. The ground was cold, her wrists were getting chaffed, and someone down the hall was snoring like a bear.

If she really wanted to put in the effort, she knew she could get out. This place certainly wasn't very secure, and the police had already written her off as a mildly annoying but ultimately harmless civilian. Unfortunately for them, and thankfully for her-

No one seemed to realize that she hadn't come here alone.

She had been traveling with Chie for a week. And somehow, she had already had managed to get herself into trouble again. Usually, Sakura tried to settle things legally. While legal disputes were tedious, she’d rather not end up with a bounty on her head from some random village like Lady Tsunade. However, today was not the day to follow rules.

 To be fair, she noticed the bad aura that radiated off of the town the moment she stepped into it. It was the kind of place where you should keep an eye on your belongings to avoid being pickpocketed. Call it biased, but Sakura was already angry with the town. Rude people, constant creeps, and tons of criminals. She didn’t care if she broke a few laws here. Besides, they didn’t count as any of Konoha’s allies. What was the harm if there was one missing prisoner? 

She figured out where Chie was after some investigating. She wasn’t exactly the sensor type, no. But after asking people questions with Aki’s help, she found the information she needed. Chie was locked in their prison. While it wasn’t too difficult to break into, she had to be silent to avoid any attention. Unfortunately for Sakura, she wasn’t exactly a quiet fighter while in combat. Who knew that punching people through the prisoner walls would attract more attention?

Running through the halls, her eyes finally landed on the cell that Chie was in. Focusing her chakra in her hands, and with a very loud, “SHANNARO!”, she ripped the metal gate off of it’s hinges. 

‘you answer a different question than the one I asked.’

“ Oh, but isn’t it fun that way?! You get to ask questions and I get to pick which to answer. Let’s try again! So much fun!” the Hyuuga medic said in an upbeat voice, clearly taking joy out of the other’s, what she perceived; annoyance.

' under the table is where shit gets done. '

“Chie, I know he’s an idiot, but we can’t just heal the patient under the table.”