=Mission Time+ LONG LOST LOVER

The night was brisk and cold with the misty air polluting all sight. Amy found herself trudging through the smoky visuals. Her body was upright and quite curt as well as annoyed in posture. With each movement her hair bounced and those eyes were all that pierced through the shade of the fog. Those greenish-yellow irises testing the world around while examining for a path. A man and his lost lover. How tragic. Too cliche. Amy found it annoying. Stupid romantics. Of course Amy was slightly jealous, but she would never allow anyone to know so outside of her head.

The chains along her clothes tinked and jingled with each soft sashay of her hips. A thing that irritated her to no end of her anatomy; the hip swaying. No matter how hard she tried her hips continued the most aggravating manner. It wasn't something she could help. She stopped allowing her boots to land with the heavy sound as always and turned her body. An presence was encroaching and she knew it to not be the contractor. No, of course not he had been at home hiding in his own wallowing shame and pity. What kind of man couldn't protect his lover? Or so the woman assumed.

Her lips pursed and the dark of the scar over her eye stood out more, making her look like an ominous figure. She looked almost vampiric in appearance, frowning distastefully in the general area she would assume him or her coming from. Was it an enemy? Possibly. Amy couldn't be too sure. So as a safety precaution, she allowed a hand to slide onto the base of her naginata. She said not a word and simply glowered in the general direction before her. Her knees bending ever so slightly at the knees in case of a quick run being needed.

A male, standing a full six foot appeared over the horizon. He was but a lonely looking man. No mate, no family, no friend. He was just existing was all. His thirst for blood all he needed to call his own. His home? his home was where he happened to lay his head at night. He was but a true show of what men wanted to be when they left their villages and dwellings to no longer be in the world of what they knew. But was he away from his village? Of course not. You see, he was part of his village ever so directly. Why you ask? simple. He was intertwined in a large web of miscommunication and odd feelings towards one another.

This was not the only thing that was true. For in fact, he was not only this, but he was also wrapped inside an enigma which he called his body. The blade in his right hand grinding against the ground as he dragged it, the sparks and the blood spilling with every step. Even with this, the very hell of his own existence was never fleeting enough to cause him pain. Instead, he lavished in it. Lavished in the fact that he was but a monster. Killing innocent people and creatures for the pure thrill, or rather meal. Yes, meal. He loved to dine on the blood of his defeated opponents. Why you ask? simple. They gave the best drink of all. But that was not why he was here. He approached the woman and simply stared. The band showing his affiliation, known as a head band to some, was not a headband for him. Instead, it was but a belt. A lonely belt that kept his pants there. In actuality it was tied TO the belt. This was to keep it so he was not only able to be seen as one, from his village. But also, to show that he himself was, but a lonely servant of his great Kage, Sautou Hajime. He nodded once, to show he was here for the same mission as her, and that they would both be doing it, together.

Amy found herself looking around the area. The perimeter was not secure. Her eyes snapped to the said danger. She had sensed him from the sound of his steps. A man who's aura was vaguely familiar and malicious. She narrowed her green eyes as she heard the scraping off his blade on the ground. It made her stomach churn. Stiffening, her body turned and she looked away. She expected him to attack her, if it didn't happen though it was better to be safe than dead. Seryth would bring her back just to kill her again if she let herself die like some moron. She wondered where he was and probed his mind or tried to, but it seemed he was busy. All she tuned into was static. How awful the fussy sound so annoying and repetitive. Okay it wasn't actually static but the boring black wall wasn't much better. Then she recalled those other two voices and thought again. After all her head may be lonely without him, but at least her brain didn't house a migraine big enough to shake the foundation she stood upon.

"Who are you?" She asked in her soft voice, but projecting it far enough so that the man would hear. Her posture showed she was prepared for an assault on her body or mind. She seemed to sway lightly side to side, constantly shifting her weight in case of the low chance she needed to run either. It was silly, but Amy trusted no one besides Seryth. This man was no exception. As he came more into view she frowned, he looked more like a villain up close. She disliked that, just like everything else. Perhaps she could turn his attention to something else. Maybe he'd leave, but it was obvious the young woman had no interest one way or another on the man's presence but she did know she didn't like him here in the misty area.

His body stopped as he waited for her to move her ass to get this mission over with. The contact would be home, so they needed to head there. His mind was just thinking about how he wanted some red wine about now. The taste and feel of the wine. Oh it would be good wouldn't it? Tasty indeed. He shifted as the grinding sound emanated once more. His shifting causing the blade to also sound much like a scraping sound once more. From there, he started to walk towards the actual mission contact. Why would he have to wait for her anyway. If she didn't want the money of what ever. She could leave. He wanted it, and he would take it. One hundred and fifty ryo was perfect, for now. Since he wanted more, he might get more so than that. Perhaps, two hundred or even three. But he wanted as much money as possible.

With a sigh, he would head directly towards the mission contact. If she came, fine. IF not, to hell with her. He didn't need her to follow. But he wanted money. It didn't matter how he got it, but he wanted it. Perhaps the art of ninja skillz was enough to take it from this girl. But he decided against it, because that would be mean. Pfft, the reason he didn't REALLY take it, was because he was too lazy at the moment. Besides, if this mission turned ugly, a person to distract what ever beast that they would fight would be good. Because hell, not everyone can fight a beast on their own. Right?

With all of this said, he eyed behind him, to see if she would follow. hopefully she would. That way, he would have a partner just in case something turned ugly. But then again, she wasn't that bad looking. So he might not even need to do the mission. If he could get money from just watching her sway her ass all night long, he'd be happy. Who knows, that might even work. Just think about it, that would be pretty epic, no? getting payed to see some girl sway her ass and walk around. Jumping, watching her tits bounce. What joy!!!

Amy scoffed to herself a bit and sighed. So he wasn't attacking. Now she felt a bit foolish, however that wasn't too much to worry about. It was better that she had been prepared. At least she wasn't dead or injured. The man seemed to dislike the idea she was just standing there, but who could blame him? Amy wanted to get the money as well. So to respond, she began moving. Cautiously at first, then she sped forward, using her speed to carry her in front of the man, as he was walking. Amy wanted to get this done and over with and had a 'don't get in my way' attitude probably similar to his own. She disliked people as she would think over and over./ People were heartless and foolish. She was one too making her a hypocrite? No.. she disliked herself as well. So it evened out just a little. A hand remained on her pole arm as usual. The chains jingling with each step. She wasn't fast, but she could carry herself. She was built more for strength anyways, she didn't ever focus on speed.

The run was long and annoying. Silent as Amy had no words to share with her 'partner'. No, instead she was focused on more pressing matters. Mainly her lover. This man.. the one she was traveling with meant nothing to her. She completely disregarded him for the time being. He seemed to be interested in the mission alone and though as she ran in a skirt she'd stumble slightly, she still did fairly good for her very.. un-ninja-y wear. At last she reached the house of the contractor and stopped. Adjusting her boots as they dug into her leg lightly she looked back for her partner with damp hair. The mist had that affect. Shrugging it off, she held her hand up and knocked gently on the door, awaiting the man to appear. The quicker she got the done, the further away she could be from these.. people.

That very male that was walking in front of her was now behind. Heh, behind. That was funny. Oh, wait, funny was said? It was meant to be hilarious. Why you ask? simple. He wanted just that. Behind. He wanted to be BEHIND her so that he could gaze at her BEHIND and after this mission was done he could put it all BEHIND him. Pretty simple right? Anyway, the time came where she was walking. Her sashaying hips made him sort of happy if you know what was implied. His bulge in his pants growing ever larger and nearly nose bleeding, when she tripped. His eyes gazed and saw the only thing that he should have never saw, which made him oh so what he should never have been.

The male set eyes upon something pink. Pink and frilly. Oh he loved it. It was pink, frilly, had black hearts, and oh MY GOD!!! It was almost see through, thanks to the mist. Heh, the mist. He almost forgot about the mist. It was making his blade and his gauntlet somewhat sweat. That would be bad for a long term type of engagement. It would cause the equipment to rust. But he didn't care. His hands shifted so that the blade was skinning around on the ground causing sparks to fly. His eyes hinted he saw her pink frills with black hearts. And he wanted some of that shit.

Yes, he wanted to tap that all night long. But of course, she seemed as though she was owned, so that would suck for Nukira, now wouldn't it. Oh yea, that was his name. Nukira Nisu it was. But he was called Akida Akanabe Hyuga. Yes, Akida Akanabe Hyuga. What an odd sounding name. The very name he would give anyone who asked his real name. But of course, he would sometimes forget, the hyuga part. Oops. Oops was all he would say after he would preform some jutsu that only the Hyuga would know. He got laughs out of that, making people think one thing, when he actually did another. It was funny, was it not? Fin.

Amy didn't know of the man's abilities, nor did she care at this moment in time. She didn't seem top notice his staring and practically drooling, because Amy was focused. This mission was her main point; obstacle to get done. She didn't smile and held a sort of sour face as th man greeted them. His body skinny and looking quite sleep deprived. He wiped his eyes as he began speaking of their mission. Amy nodded, taking in the facts and details. She absorbed herself in the man's words, hating as he began to drone on about his lover. That had been enough out of him. She spoke softly, "I will do what I can." Was all she said. Her body moving fluently as she would pivot. Her eyes catching the man's and holding them their she seemed a bit deterred. A look that questioned what he was staring at, but gave no clue as to what he would have seen or known. Her eyebrow arched but she had nothing on the matter.

Continuing to walk she brushed past him, her body just inches from his and the still air sticking without a breeze. Each step made her skirt sway and naturally though she'd never admit it, she looked feminine. Her hands moved and fixed her gloves. "He says she was last seen in the woods..." Her eyes were once again void and focused. This guy seemed really odd and she felt sort of uncomfortable. Tapping into her mind she silently whispered to Ser, hoping she'd get some sort of response. Of course she probably wouldn't. She just wanted the reassurance to know he was okay. After a few feet she stopped and turned her head to wait for the man. He was quiet which she supposed she didn't mind too much. "You were there after me.." She stated about something completely different. Her whole body twisted to face him, standing with straight posture. Moving her hands she managed to pull her reddish hair up into a ponytail before shaking her head. "Nevermind that's unimportant." She spun heel and turned, beginning to walk again. What would this mission insue she wondered.

The male didn't laugh, didn't move, didn't say anything, while she talked to the male over there who gave them the mission. It was sort of like a team now. How joyous, he was partners with an emo who didn't know her ass was hanging out of her skirt. That wouldn't matter though. And it WAS the only thing on his mind at this moment. She looked HOT, right? She was emo, and all emo girls were like FUCK. Well most of them anyway. His hands slightly twitched as she passed with in inches of him. But that wouldn't matter. He wouldn't do anything, if only he was okayed to. Too bad he was just okeyd to fuck her up mentally, or at least, make her seem like she's been fucked. At any rate, he walked behind her, his blade scraping the ground as sparks flew and his gauntlet hand rested beside him. He was wondering in his mind about shit. Pretty much random shit too. Nothing major, nothing interesting, nothing amazing.

No, he was just wondering about his mind, walking. Her comment snapped him back to reality. He then let off a small smirk before she turned away and said it was unimportant. If she knew, she would have to be killed right? Nah, simply because of who she knew, she wouldn't. She was on the losing end of the stick anyway, being a rouge ninja and all. Awe well, shit happens and then ya gotta fly. That was a saying that someone once told him, who he can't remember. Most likely it was one of those random bystanders he killed a while back. What a shame, those were his most fun, because they always ran and gave him some interesting blood too. One was a smoker. That was the sickest and most grostastic blood he ever drank. Nasty as fuck.

One was a male stripper. Also nasty blood. THankfully he had his gey-oids shot and didn't turn homo. Next was a female stripper. Well, he didn't mind that too much. At least she wasn't a prosttie. Yea yea, contaminated blood what ever. He just loved blood mostly. And some blood was fine, and others, were just sweet.

Amy could feel tension emanating from the man and BOY was she curious. Her eyes flickered towards him daringly. What was it that made the man so tense? From the look in his eyes Amy wasn't sure but she'd seen a similar one from Ser. It wasn't often so pinning the exact feelings this man was facing was, well nigh impossible. A soft scoff fell from her lips as she simply ignored him for a while. She didn't want more time with this men than was absolutely necessary after it was all done and over with, she would simply forget the whole incident.. or at least pretend it didn't happen. With a movement so slick she ducked into the forest. Why were men so strange anyways. It was bad enough she had to worry about the eyes of the predators in the forest but on top of it, she had an odd feeling someone was staring at her It took her a moment to piece it together before she exasperatedly spoke, "Stop staring at my ass." So blunt and straightforward, there was no way she could have been clearer.

The blade he had was constantly dragged on the ground making that irritating screeching sound and the sparks shot forth. Did he plan to set the forest on fire? Well.. that certainly solved the predator problem, the missing woman, not so much. Amy didn't bother looking at him as she grabbed her skirt and fixed it, using a small chain hook at the end to loop it tighter around her so as to not reveal anymore of her than she already had. Unbeknownst to her, it wasn't much that he HADN'T seen. The poor girl would blush shades of red should she have found out.

The forest jog took forever it seemed and as the simply walked into it Amy found herself caught on a tree. Naturally she was annoyed and stopped her movements. Her eyes doll as she moved her hands and unlooped it. How annoying! The fashion sense of her had gotten in the way for once. Well it was more than just fashion. These chains worked with her collar that had created a sort of seal. This 'seal' allowed Ser to have a more prominent control of Amy when she blacked out. Quite convenient for everyone. Ser... she missed him. And in a way it would show, her movements slowing a bit. What if she became like that pathetic man, sobbing and weeping? Lost without a lover... The thought gave her shivers. Quickly she returned to earth and found herself walking in some general direction. Where would this lady be?

The male walking behind her simply ignored everything. His mind still thinking about what he was before. Money, killing, blood, and finally, Amy's ass. Yes, he was thinking of Amy's ass. Oh how fun that was. Her ass swaying left to right. Showing her ever so private parts so freely. Heh, what fun it was to stare at her. At any rate, he kept his blade in it's position, following him. From there, it started to hit the grass and sticks. Joy joy joy. The sticks and grass were being cut torn apart, and utterly destroyed in it's wake. He loved the very death of it all. The death of the things behind him wasn't even on his mind. What was you ask? same old same old is all. His body shifting to sling the beastly blade over his shoulder. He was now carrying it with the back of the blade resting on his right shoulder. Oh the joy. Joy joy joy. Yes, all of it was joy. The great beastly destruction of his blade was now done. For his next act of awesomeness, he was going to devastate any beast that would appear. Why? Because he wanted to. Derr.

The male stopped suddenly and looked around. He thought he heard something but it was nothing. He simply ignored it, walked on, and kept his eyes on the girl's ass. Whether she was showing him anything or not. His body shifted and his hands were flexing. They were getting ready for something. What it was, only the heavens would know. But he was getting ready. Oh boy was he getting ready. The fingers tensing and releasing and his whole hands readying for what was to come soon. And then, he was superbly ready, yea.

Amy found herself skidding to a stop as the sounds of the forest began making her paranoid. The man wasn't much of a talker and in a way that bothered her. After all in a place like this surrounded by God knows what she was without and idea of what exactly it was making the noises. Why did she feel that panic? Well that was because she was use to Ser being there and annoying her mentally. However right now, that boy wasn't speaking. He was silent and that unnerved her. Was he okay? She knew he was alive for now, but whether or not he was injured she couldn't give an perfect percentage on. She was standing still now as she looked about. The beast.. there was some sort of beast nearby but she couldn't locate it. Somewhere near yet far, it let off a roar and gave Amy a moment of silent contemplation. What would be a better idea. Well that would probably be to get this done and over with before nightfall. Everything would be more difficult once night would fall.

As if rejecting her theory a large bear seemed to come from nowhere and swing its huge paw at the girl. However Amy had felt its presence just soon enough, ducking she tucked and rolled, managing to fall out of the was, her knees level with the ground as she'd pull free the naginta, both hands firm on the pole as she'd keep the point a good three feet out in front of her. Her eyes were serious as always and naturally the branches and leaves left scrapes on her skin. Chains jingling from her evasive maneuvers.

Deciding not another moment was to spare, she twirled the naginata and aimed it at a fourth of her strength, smashing it on the head. The bear was stunned and staggered backwards as Amy pulled herself in for another blow with the polearm. Unfortunately the bear had begun swinging wildly. The large paw catching her weapon at the pole and managing to throw Amy off balance. The young woman would widen her eyes in shock as she was thrown off. Her body fell over and she found herself toppled. That wasn't the worst part. No. That was when Amy's head whacked hard on a tree that had been beside her. She saw stars a moment, dazed from the connection and her grip loosened greatly on her blade. Temporarily thrown off.

The male suddenly appeared before her as the bear aimed for another strike. The gauntlet on his left hand stopping the bear's paws easily. His eyes focused on this beast and noted it had a locket in it's teeth. How odd. From there, Nukira jumped back a good two feet and aimed to slice the thing, but stopped before he could. Why? The looks in the bear's eyes. They were awfully sad. Perhaps, one of a lonely soul that wandered the earth in search of a mate. Yes, that must have been it. His soul was lost and needed a mate. Then, Nukira slammed his blade in the ground. Now, the bear looked odd at him, cocking it's head to the side. OF course, this was all part of Nukira's awesome master plan. He then, while she was dazed, tied Amy to some trees, leaving her arms to stretch out as far as they would go, and then a little bit. This would most likely cause discomfort to her. Next, he tied her ankles to two different trees. This made her legs stay spread apart. From there, a sinister grin appeared on his face, as he firmly grasp a hold on Amy's pink, frilly, object with black hearts. Tearing it apart.

And now, he simply stepped back to watch the beast. His eyes eager with the intent of a mad man. The bear roared as he ran at full force at her. Stopping and rearing his body upwards, now standing at a full height. That position was prime to show his hard protruding cock. The beast grabbed a hold of her, and she was tied tight with her own chains which made it stronger because of what they were. So that beast could jump on her, and those chains will not break. Any rate, the beast thrust forth that large over sized cock. It's throbbing shaft and large head, tearing apart her insides like a fist through paper. What a sight to behold. It was assured that blood would be everywhere. But the Bear loved it. And wasn't going to stop. Yea.

Oh what joy. Amy was in for a psycho's sick and twisted fantasies. She knew there wasn't something right about him. Yet she had to finish the mission, Amy wasn't one to quit halfway through with her works. Her body was limp as she recovered from her dazed state, making her body prey to her strange partner. She was tied up before she had a chance to recover. The man had a sick smile on his face as his hand reached out and grabbed her underwear, yanking it off with an easy rip. Amy let out a shout as her mind started to return to its normal self. Oh yes, just in time to see the bear and piece together everything. Amy glowered at Nukira with a look that could kill. She had no way to defend herself as she yanked at the bindings. Failing at this epically she continued her struggling. What the hell was wrong with this man. She did manage something before the situation became too much to think though. Her chakra swirled and she managed a focused sort of blast of words into the man's head. "When I'm free.. you are fucking dead." Oh yes, Amy was pissed, but she could only resign to her fate.

The beast grabbed a hold of her, its snout nearly in her face and its massive paws now clenched around her smaller body. Amy grit her teeth trying to brace herself, but nothing could prepared her for what was going to happen. The pain was seering, her chains as well ripping into her very wrists, dripping blood as the chains wouldn't break when they should. A severe pain worse tahn anything she'd ever experienced rocketing through her body as she felt herself ripping up, blood running down her legs at a much more alarming rate. Amy bit her tongue hard, holding back the tears and trying her best not to give the sicko a further reason to enjoy this. How difficult it was. The bear thrusting into her body as it wasn't supposed to. At this moment Amy hated that man with a burning passion and now she knew why she didn't like him to start with.

The male laughed manically as she was near to crying her eyes out. It was all too good. He loved every moment of this. Oh what sick and twisted fantasy this would be if someone was dreaming it. Heh, that would be odd! At any rate, Nukira walked over to the bear and simply gestured. It was almost as if they knew each other and could talk with out physically talking. However, Nukira was suddenly assaulted by her mental yell. How nasty, invading his mind with pathetic parlor tricks. Awe well. With a sudden strike, the hilt of his blade, would strike her head, knocking her out once more. From there, if she was knocked out, he would tie her up specially this time. Her chains would tie her hands and feet together in a sort of pig roping way, only above her back. From there, she would be suspended in air. With that, the games would begin. Her still being knocked out, she would be placed with a special device in her mouth. It would keep her mouth as wide open as it could, and them some. It wouldn't break her jaw, no. However, it would make Mr. Bear happy as she would just be able to just barely fit it's cock inside of her. But that's where part of the fun was, was it not?

Nukira laughed hard as he himself, would penetrated her now torn apart uterus. From there, the bear would force himself inside of her mouth. Deep and rough. Though, the bear wouldn't care. And then again, this bear was fucked up already what being hit on the head and shit. The male laughed as he would force his blade inside of her shortly after he was done messing around inside her uterus. How joy, he tried to stick the blade in too. Heh, some guy right? Of course it would only reach the top of her uterus and not harm her internal orgins, other than her uterus. Heh. Fun fun fun!

Today was probably one of the worst days of Amy's poor life. She seemed to have a knack in getting into situations like this. Her eyes clenched shut a moment as she could still feel the ripping. She wondered how it was exactly that she could still feel like she was ripping. Shouldn't she have been completely torn by now? The answer wouldn't come to her since she had no way to think about it, the blood still pouring from her. Her body shook slightly from physical trauma and she began to pant softly as a way to keep from tensing and making things only so much worse. She could live. She would live and eventually that bastard would pay for this humiliation. Amy was only barely keeping control of herself. No point in slipping into her rage mode as the acceleration in adrenaline and the heartbeat would surely kill her on the spot. She had to stay focused. But GODDAMN it hurt. She'd never felt so much pain before in her life. Worse than the whole of everything anyone but her mother had done.

Somehow Amy had managed to piss the man off and the next thing she knew the hilt of the blade made contact with her. She blacked out if only for a few moments, her body taking the few moments of relaxation to block out all that pain that plagued her mind. She was grateful for that but it never lasted long enough. She came to only to feel her body full of aches and pains. The blood flow was slower now as the bear had moved, yet Amy's mouth was being gripped and moved. She struggled of course, regaining consciousness in time to attempt biting the man's hand. Unfortunately he was stronger, blood loss making her much weaker than her usual self. Something propped open her lips, keeping her mouth open, airing it out slowly by the air before the bear had at it. Amy could feel her self being assaulted and no matter how she squirmed she couldn't get away. Her jaw hurt already and her eyes stung but she refused to cry.

What happened next threw her over that small wall. She felt something else, her ears hearing the man's twisted laughter. Hands on her body, the warmth emanating on her skin as he made his next movement. Amy began to squirm violently, trying as hard as she could to break free. This wasn't fair.. she couldn't fight him off and now.. now he was having his way with her. Her head prayed it to be a nightmare and yet as she could feel him slide himself into her destroyed womanhood she knew it to be all too real. That's when the tears started, she felt emotionally overwhelmed, was she betraying him? This man was taking from her what was not hers. She knew that much and she had no idea how her lover would react should he find out. Unfair, this was in no way a situation she enjoyed. Yet she was in it. Her body amazingly still feeling the way his moved in and out of hers, pleasuring himself to his liking. Amy tensed up, trying to hold her tears back but they didn't end. Her lower trauma fading as she became unaccustomed to the bear's assault on her ripped up uterus.

A scream nearly as loud as the first one managed as a muffle from Amy's throat as the man stopped himself, either becoming bored or God forbid finishing himself inside of her. She prayed it was the first after all thinking of his disgusting body inside of hers made her cringe enough, especially when she had some one else whom her life was devoted to. It wasn't that the man wasn't good looking or anything, he was just psychotic and as well Amy was spoken for and devoted completely to her 'owner'. Nonetheless a scream of pain had fallen from her lips once more. A slicing feeling tearing her apart literally and figuratively. His blade.. he was now using her blade to 'fuck her'. The poor girl had been mutilated enough by the bear, but now that nodachi sliced deep inside of her, cold and sharp. She wished for retribution, for it all to be over and most importantly for it to have never happened. However however much she wished meant nothing as will power could not turn the tides of life itself. This man.. she hated him. She hated that he was doing this with no real reason. Hated that he had to confuse her with his actions and hated that he was a sick thief thriving on delusional fantasies. Once again Amy could feel the blood flowing from her, making it more drenched, More scars on her body and enough of the crimson to make her legs look tinted red. Almost dyed. She didn't bother shouting at the man as that probably only made things worse. However she did wonder what on earth it was that drove him to this.

It was all quite hilarious. Funny indeed. She was out cold because she knocked her head and watch her move about as if she was having a bad dream. Though it wasn't that bad you know? The fact that she was confused and what not. The male appeared just before the girl and in front of the bear. His blade slicing it in half. How pitiful this woman was. She fell victim to a simple circumstance that lead to her becoming passed out, what hilarity that was. What ever dream she was having, would have been from the hitting herself on the head. She would have completely been in a trance. She would most likely wake up now about. His body shifted as he started to walk away. His eyes unwavering as he simply walked. His destination, the Kage's office once more. Why? simple. He wanted to gain his position at the ANBU squad. His expectations were high, be he didn't care. SO, off he was. He left a small note, that read;

You owe me one

From,
THC

Amy hit her head. That explained everything and as she pulled herself out of it all. She had realized it towards the end, but somehow she still had the feeling that it was real. Strange how dreams work, yeah? Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath. It was all over and still her body ached. Dreams were freaky. How they could do such awful things as work against you in your mentality. She scoffed and rubbed her head, red faced. At least it was just that; a dream no way that it was one of THOSE dreams.. the ones so real and yet none knew until it was too late. Shaking her head she ripped up the note, out of pure fury with herself. Why was her mind so betraying? Nonetheless she got up and left.

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