The Future..........?
Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 10:00 pm
The young woman looked into the bar slyly, tonight would be a good night. Wearing her normal dress, she pushed open the bar doors, and slowly waltzed in taking a seat at the bar. It was Tuesday, so it wasn't like it was an active bar night. But Hitoare didn't like going out on active bar nights. Sluts and whores hung around. And stupid men fell to their STD infested bait. No, no, Hitoare knew the better men went out on the slower nights.
Tonight.
She ordered one of her girly drinks, it was part of the game. (Anyone reading this just lost the game.) She seemed innocent, young and foolish. Anyone looking at her would see a young women sitting alone at a bar, sipping at a weak drink with no one to talk to. It was the perfect bait. None of the men playing pool seemed to notice her immediately, nor did any of them put any effort into showing off for her.
No, she couldn't just have any of them approaching her. She needed to lure the right one in. If she picked the wrong one, she'd be in for a boring night. She had to pick the type of man that would fall for her alluring voice and her innocence. But a man that wouldn't have also been out of a saturday night, collecting a variety of diseases she couldn't afford to collect.
He had to be strong, strong was good. And although she looked young, Hitoare was slowly aging, and she required a man that was older, more mature. More....experienced. She had narrowed it down to two. One was playing pool, with 3 other men. He was tall, strong, had a powerful face. The smirk creating by his two meeting lips clearly suggested he knew what he was doing. And the way he was slapping his friends on the back suggested he was a man's man. You know, the man all the other guys wished they could be.
The other was sitting at the other end of the bar. It wasn't until now that she had noticed he was scoping her out. He was sitting with no one. And his longer bangs suggested he enjoyed hiding behind him. Though he was shy, the way he was scoping her out suggested he was a flirtatious man on the inside and simply needed the boost. His strong appearance and exposed toned arms suggested he worked a lot. He had the body, but the personality was faulty.
The choice was hard. Did she want someone cocky, that could turn out to be a let down. Or did she want someone shy, that may not give her the chance to let her down?
She weighed her options, spinning the drink in her hand thoughtfully. Glancing at the bartender, he chuckled at her quietly. Finally deciding, Hitoare spun in her stool, her eyes locking onto the man at the end of the bar. Standing up out of the stool, she took her drink and sashayed along side the bar, placing a hand on his shoulder ( as he pretended to ignore her), and leaning over towards his ears.
"I saw you looking at me. I thought it was...............cute.", her lips popped in his ear at the last comment, and he turned to look at her, his face painted red in embarrassment.
Ye-yes, I was..", he said quietly, reaching for his drink and taking a sip from it. She looked at him slyly, not removing her arm as she set her drink down and sat on a stool next to him. She batted her lashes, coyly reaching for his drink. Holding it under her nose, she took a small whiff of the drink. Before setting her lips on the rim of the glass. The liquid slowly caressed her upper lip as it slipped between it and the glasses, flowing into her mouth.
Looking at the man, she giggled, "You have a virgin drink? Get something manly, silly., she said sliding the glass down to the bartender. The bartender sighed, fully aware what Hitoare was doing. And a little upset this guy was her target. He was a kind fellow. ANBU, and he had a lot of stress on his shoulders. He'd be easy to fall for her traps.
But it was none of his business to be involved, and he emptied the glass. Filling it up with some sort of rum, he slid it down. Hitoare placed it to her lips once more, leaving an imprint of her listick in the glass as she sipped it. "Oooh, that's much better, try that one...", she told him handing him the glasses.
The man tasted it, and took a large gulp, taking about half the liquor into the glass. Shaking his head he smiled at her, "So, I'm Rhoka, what's your name little lady?", he asked. Rhoka was probably only a year or two older than Hitoare. But he clearly towered over her with his immense stature. It was strange knowing he was too shy to approach Hitoare.
She blushed lightly and giggled, sipping her drink calmly, "The name is Hitoare. Its nice to meet you Rhoka, I'm sure.", she whispered, stirring her drink before glancing up at him cautiously. "So Rhoka, are you going to offer to buy me a drink?", she asked as she sipped the last bit of her drink.
He chuckled and nodded, waving at the bartender who nodded and prepared a different drink. This drink was clearly far stronger, as it was in a large glasses with a lot of ice. Sliding the glass down, Hitoare caught it and smiled, "Mmm, thanks Rhoka. So....tell me about yourself...", she told him, taking another sip from her drink, glacing at him sensually as he did so.
Trying not to blush, he shrugged, "Just a member of the ANBU. I'm a special jounin...and I'm trained to kill in any given situation...", he said with a chuckle. By this time, she had placed the glasses down, and was rubbing a hand down his arm.
"Is that what these knives are for..?", she said flicking at his back, a belt wrapping and clanging onto the ground. A quick seal formed by his hand caused the belt to vanish, and the man couldn't help but chuckle,
"You've got good eyes."
"Now now, Rhoka. My eyes haven't been what you've been staring at this whole. Be honest.", she said with a wink, and a playful giggle. He gulped and forced himself to laugh, lifting his glasses and finishing it off, ordering another drink.
"What about you, Hitoare-chan?", he asked her as the glass slid down into his hands. Her hand was placed on his knee, and she laughed,
"Tell you about meeeeeeee? Well I'm a jounin. I've been about 5 seconds from death at least 10 times in my life. I have healing factor, and I like to party.", she said lifting her drink and taking a few quick chugs of it. He chuckled at her, and taking the invitation to the challenged, down his own drink.
"A healing factor? That's interesting, how does it work?", he asked as her hand slowly moved from his knee onto his thigh.
Leaning in, she giggled. Her had slipped into his pouch and she pulled out a kunai. Holding it skillfully for a second, looking at him with devilish eyes, she slid the kunai down her arm. Blood slowly began to seep from the wound, and Hitoare apppeared completely unphased. Taking a sip of her drink before proceeding, she giggled at his concerned face.
She placed her hand on the wound, and ran a single finger along the cut. And as she always did, the little strings of skin weaved through and pulled it shut painlessly. "Cool, right?", she asked, nodding towards the bartender asking for another drink for the man.
"Wow Hitoare-chan, you're amazing..., he said to her stunned. As the drink got to him, he caught it and down it as quickly as he could, clearly a little thrown off by her abilities. "Hey, Hitoare-chan. How about we blow this joint and go walking around?", he inquired.
Her hand had been crawling farther and farther up his thigh, and she was clearly a little thrown off by him, but shrugged and nodded, following him out of the bar. They were both a slight bit intoxicated at this point. Hitoare had managed to down an entire glass of whiskey and coke, and that was a lot for a lightweight such as herself. And Rhoka had been in the bar for a good hour or two before Hitoare, and even if he had been drinking virgins before that, he was filled with enough alcohol for Hitoare ordering for him that he was a wee bit more than tipsy. "Where are we going, Rhoka?", she said to him, his arm wrapped around her shoulders.
Shrugging, Rhoka shook his head, "No idea, where do you want to go?", he asked her. Placing a hand onto his ass, she looked up and winked at him, "How about your place?". He looked down at her, laughed, picked her up and took off in a run. Both were laughing at he ran across town towards his house.
Rhoka pushed open the door, and before he could say anything, Hitoare's arms were wrapped around his neck, and his lips pressed against his. She pulled off of him, kissing his shoulder and neck as he made her way with her across the room. Falling onto the bed, she giggled, wrapped her legs around him as he rolled on top of her.
Their lips continued to meet and pull apart for their laughter. Rhoka rolled under Hitore so that she was on top, and began undoing her bra through her dress. She continued to kiss him, finally pulling off his shirt.
The sun light broke through the window, and Hitoare's eyes opened slowly as she absorbed the situation. The back of her eyes rubbed against her lids as she sat up, looking around. Oh, that was right. The poor guy was a total light weight, and Hitoare had gotten him drunk. Oopsie.
Not daring to pull the sheet off of the sleeping man, she rolled out from under it. Stretching, the sunlight bathed around her naked body. Bending over to reach for he clothes, Hitoare giggled at the thought of him waking up to see her like this. She quickly wiggled into her clothes and tip-toed out of the room. It wasn't until she was at the door that she formed a single hand sign, disappearing as she shunshin'd out of his house and took off in the direction of her own abode.
The following days continued as normal, she was given a low ranked mission and had completed it without killing anyone, fortunately enough. It wasn't until 7 days later that she began feeling strange in the morning. Her stomach ache'd just a little. And later that morning, she had gotten several sudden cravings she could explain.
A few more days happened with this pattern repeating. the thought had crossed her mind, yes, 'Could I be pregnant?", but every time it slipped into her frontal cortex, she pushed it away. She was absolutely sure they had used a condom that night. No way it had broken. She thought about it often though. Had they used a condom? What if it had broken?
No, her parasitic body would destroy a baby. It would.
Right?
The panicked Hitoare couldn't control her thoughts, and 10 days after the fling, she walked cautiously into the hospital. "I need to have a brief appointment with a medical ninja. Preferably one with some knowledge on shinobi pregnancies.", she said her face flushing red.
"You don't look pregnant, ma'am.", the nurse said.
"I'm hoping it stays that way. But I need to speak with a medic. Could you squeeze me in?", she asked, her voice slowly rising. Clearly she was getting upset. The nurse nodded, began etching things down on a pad, and picked up a phone. After a few mumbles and the occasional glance up at the slowly more and more enraged female, the nurse placed the phone down and stood.
"We're gonna get you in now while she's available. Follow me please.", the nurse commanded. As they walked through the halls the nurse often stopped momentarily, exchanging words with other nurses and doctors. And Hitoare's patience was quiclky running thin.
"Can you hurry the fuck up?", Hitoare asked, gritting her teeth.
By time the wait had ended, Hitoare was enraged. The medic walked in to see the bed flipped over, mercury from several old fashioned thermometers dripped down the walls, and several vital tools broken on the ground. "Its about fucking time!", she screamed.
The doctor walked over to her, placed a hand on her head, and before Hitoare could threaten her, Hitoare was sound asleep. The doctor began several prcedures, and an hour later when Hitoare snapped back to attention, the doctor was writing things down on a notepad.
"You're certainly pregnant..but you seem to be an active ninja. I'm assuming you want to request an abortion...?", the doctor inquired.
The news hit Hitoare hard, pulling her headband off, she placed it in the doctors hand, "N-no thank you. Just tell Tousha-sama that he's down one jounin for 9 months...", and with that, Hitoare made her way out of the hospital.
Tonight.
She ordered one of her girly drinks, it was part of the game. (Anyone reading this just lost the game.) She seemed innocent, young and foolish. Anyone looking at her would see a young women sitting alone at a bar, sipping at a weak drink with no one to talk to. It was the perfect bait. None of the men playing pool seemed to notice her immediately, nor did any of them put any effort into showing off for her.
No, she couldn't just have any of them approaching her. She needed to lure the right one in. If she picked the wrong one, she'd be in for a boring night. She had to pick the type of man that would fall for her alluring voice and her innocence. But a man that wouldn't have also been out of a saturday night, collecting a variety of diseases she couldn't afford to collect.
He had to be strong, strong was good. And although she looked young, Hitoare was slowly aging, and she required a man that was older, more mature. More....experienced. She had narrowed it down to two. One was playing pool, with 3 other men. He was tall, strong, had a powerful face. The smirk creating by his two meeting lips clearly suggested he knew what he was doing. And the way he was slapping his friends on the back suggested he was a man's man. You know, the man all the other guys wished they could be.
The other was sitting at the other end of the bar. It wasn't until now that she had noticed he was scoping her out. He was sitting with no one. And his longer bangs suggested he enjoyed hiding behind him. Though he was shy, the way he was scoping her out suggested he was a flirtatious man on the inside and simply needed the boost. His strong appearance and exposed toned arms suggested he worked a lot. He had the body, but the personality was faulty.
The choice was hard. Did she want someone cocky, that could turn out to be a let down. Or did she want someone shy, that may not give her the chance to let her down?
She weighed her options, spinning the drink in her hand thoughtfully. Glancing at the bartender, he chuckled at her quietly. Finally deciding, Hitoare spun in her stool, her eyes locking onto the man at the end of the bar. Standing up out of the stool, she took her drink and sashayed along side the bar, placing a hand on his shoulder ( as he pretended to ignore her), and leaning over towards his ears.
"I saw you looking at me. I thought it was...............cute.", her lips popped in his ear at the last comment, and he turned to look at her, his face painted red in embarrassment.
Ye-yes, I was..", he said quietly, reaching for his drink and taking a sip from it. She looked at him slyly, not removing her arm as she set her drink down and sat on a stool next to him. She batted her lashes, coyly reaching for his drink. Holding it under her nose, she took a small whiff of the drink. Before setting her lips on the rim of the glass. The liquid slowly caressed her upper lip as it slipped between it and the glasses, flowing into her mouth.
Looking at the man, she giggled, "You have a virgin drink? Get something manly, silly., she said sliding the glass down to the bartender. The bartender sighed, fully aware what Hitoare was doing. And a little upset this guy was her target. He was a kind fellow. ANBU, and he had a lot of stress on his shoulders. He'd be easy to fall for her traps.
But it was none of his business to be involved, and he emptied the glass. Filling it up with some sort of rum, he slid it down. Hitoare placed it to her lips once more, leaving an imprint of her listick in the glass as she sipped it. "Oooh, that's much better, try that one...", she told him handing him the glasses.
The man tasted it, and took a large gulp, taking about half the liquor into the glass. Shaking his head he smiled at her, "So, I'm Rhoka, what's your name little lady?", he asked. Rhoka was probably only a year or two older than Hitoare. But he clearly towered over her with his immense stature. It was strange knowing he was too shy to approach Hitoare.
She blushed lightly and giggled, sipping her drink calmly, "The name is Hitoare. Its nice to meet you Rhoka, I'm sure.", she whispered, stirring her drink before glancing up at him cautiously. "So Rhoka, are you going to offer to buy me a drink?", she asked as she sipped the last bit of her drink.
He chuckled and nodded, waving at the bartender who nodded and prepared a different drink. This drink was clearly far stronger, as it was in a large glasses with a lot of ice. Sliding the glass down, Hitoare caught it and smiled, "Mmm, thanks Rhoka. So....tell me about yourself...", she told him, taking another sip from her drink, glacing at him sensually as he did so.
Trying not to blush, he shrugged, "Just a member of the ANBU. I'm a special jounin...and I'm trained to kill in any given situation...", he said with a chuckle. By this time, she had placed the glasses down, and was rubbing a hand down his arm.
"Is that what these knives are for..?", she said flicking at his back, a belt wrapping and clanging onto the ground. A quick seal formed by his hand caused the belt to vanish, and the man couldn't help but chuckle,
"You've got good eyes."
"Now now, Rhoka. My eyes haven't been what you've been staring at this whole. Be honest.", she said with a wink, and a playful giggle. He gulped and forced himself to laugh, lifting his glasses and finishing it off, ordering another drink.
"What about you, Hitoare-chan?", he asked her as the glass slid down into his hands. Her hand was placed on his knee, and she laughed,
"Tell you about meeeeeeee? Well I'm a jounin. I've been about 5 seconds from death at least 10 times in my life. I have healing factor, and I like to party.", she said lifting her drink and taking a few quick chugs of it. He chuckled at her, and taking the invitation to the challenged, down his own drink.
"A healing factor? That's interesting, how does it work?", he asked as her hand slowly moved from his knee onto his thigh.
Leaning in, she giggled. Her had slipped into his pouch and she pulled out a kunai. Holding it skillfully for a second, looking at him with devilish eyes, she slid the kunai down her arm. Blood slowly began to seep from the wound, and Hitoare apppeared completely unphased. Taking a sip of her drink before proceeding, she giggled at his concerned face.
She placed her hand on the wound, and ran a single finger along the cut. And as she always did, the little strings of skin weaved through and pulled it shut painlessly. "Cool, right?", she asked, nodding towards the bartender asking for another drink for the man.
"Wow Hitoare-chan, you're amazing..., he said to her stunned. As the drink got to him, he caught it and down it as quickly as he could, clearly a little thrown off by her abilities. "Hey, Hitoare-chan. How about we blow this joint and go walking around?", he inquired.
Her hand had been crawling farther and farther up his thigh, and she was clearly a little thrown off by him, but shrugged and nodded, following him out of the bar. They were both a slight bit intoxicated at this point. Hitoare had managed to down an entire glass of whiskey and coke, and that was a lot for a lightweight such as herself. And Rhoka had been in the bar for a good hour or two before Hitoare, and even if he had been drinking virgins before that, he was filled with enough alcohol for Hitoare ordering for him that he was a wee bit more than tipsy. "Where are we going, Rhoka?", she said to him, his arm wrapped around her shoulders.
Shrugging, Rhoka shook his head, "No idea, where do you want to go?", he asked her. Placing a hand onto his ass, she looked up and winked at him, "How about your place?". He looked down at her, laughed, picked her up and took off in a run. Both were laughing at he ran across town towards his house.
Rhoka pushed open the door, and before he could say anything, Hitoare's arms were wrapped around his neck, and his lips pressed against his. She pulled off of him, kissing his shoulder and neck as he made her way with her across the room. Falling onto the bed, she giggled, wrapped her legs around him as he rolled on top of her.
Their lips continued to meet and pull apart for their laughter. Rhoka rolled under Hitore so that she was on top, and began undoing her bra through her dress. She continued to kiss him, finally pulling off his shirt.
The sun light broke through the window, and Hitoare's eyes opened slowly as she absorbed the situation. The back of her eyes rubbed against her lids as she sat up, looking around. Oh, that was right. The poor guy was a total light weight, and Hitoare had gotten him drunk. Oopsie.
Not daring to pull the sheet off of the sleeping man, she rolled out from under it. Stretching, the sunlight bathed around her naked body. Bending over to reach for he clothes, Hitoare giggled at the thought of him waking up to see her like this. She quickly wiggled into her clothes and tip-toed out of the room. It wasn't until she was at the door that she formed a single hand sign, disappearing as she shunshin'd out of his house and took off in the direction of her own abode.
The following days continued as normal, she was given a low ranked mission and had completed it without killing anyone, fortunately enough. It wasn't until 7 days later that she began feeling strange in the morning. Her stomach ache'd just a little. And later that morning, she had gotten several sudden cravings she could explain.
A few more days happened with this pattern repeating. the thought had crossed her mind, yes, 'Could I be pregnant?", but every time it slipped into her frontal cortex, she pushed it away. She was absolutely sure they had used a condom that night. No way it had broken. She thought about it often though. Had they used a condom? What if it had broken?
No, her parasitic body would destroy a baby. It would.
Right?
The panicked Hitoare couldn't control her thoughts, and 10 days after the fling, she walked cautiously into the hospital. "I need to have a brief appointment with a medical ninja. Preferably one with some knowledge on shinobi pregnancies.", she said her face flushing red.
"You don't look pregnant, ma'am.", the nurse said.
"I'm hoping it stays that way. But I need to speak with a medic. Could you squeeze me in?", she asked, her voice slowly rising. Clearly she was getting upset. The nurse nodded, began etching things down on a pad, and picked up a phone. After a few mumbles and the occasional glance up at the slowly more and more enraged female, the nurse placed the phone down and stood.
"We're gonna get you in now while she's available. Follow me please.", the nurse commanded. As they walked through the halls the nurse often stopped momentarily, exchanging words with other nurses and doctors. And Hitoare's patience was quiclky running thin.
"Can you hurry the fuck up?", Hitoare asked, gritting her teeth.
By time the wait had ended, Hitoare was enraged. The medic walked in to see the bed flipped over, mercury from several old fashioned thermometers dripped down the walls, and several vital tools broken on the ground. "Its about fucking time!", she screamed.
The doctor walked over to her, placed a hand on her head, and before Hitoare could threaten her, Hitoare was sound asleep. The doctor began several prcedures, and an hour later when Hitoare snapped back to attention, the doctor was writing things down on a notepad.
"You're certainly pregnant..but you seem to be an active ninja. I'm assuming you want to request an abortion...?", the doctor inquired.
The news hit Hitoare hard, pulling her headband off, she placed it in the doctors hand, "N-no thank you. Just tell Tousha-sama that he's down one jounin for 9 months...", and with that, Hitoare made her way out of the hospital.