Misunderstood
Her graceful body leapt and flipped backwards, landing professionally on the branches of the tree. The Jounin signed her hands in front of her, conjuring water shadow clones from the mist around her. Two identical clones appeared before her, their bodies prepared for attack, Kunai's aimed for the enemy before her. 'Damn, they're persistent bastards,' The rouge Ninja's from the Village Hidden in the Rain edged closer to her, malicious sneers covering their faces. Her clone ninja jumped for the three men, throwing Kunai's from their pouches, distracting them momentarily from the original Jounin.
"Water style, raging wave!" She inhaled and blew into her finger tips, a large, raging water wave blasting from her mouth and washing away the rouge ninja. 'Huh, that got them.' Her clones dispersed and the water died down, revealing the soaked ninjas before her.
"Huh?" The ninja poofed and a log replaced their bodies. "Dammit!" a blow landed on the back of her head, sending her to the ground, white lights blurring her vision. A sharp object sliced into her arm, pinning her to the ground, sharp pains in her head disturbing her chance to get up from the ground. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" A foot pressed into her back and the ninja's slimy voice snaked into her ears.
"Well, well…" The group of three laughed and the Jounin bucked the foot from her back, attempting to rip the sword from the ground to release her restrained body. But another sword was plunged into her other arm, pinning her firmly.
"Ah!" Her screamed echoed through the forest and she growled at the men who stood above her. Another screamed coursed through the forest, but it didn't come from her. It sounded much more like a battle cry than a scream. A blurred figure passed before her eyes, and the men were knocked from her back and forced into the trunk of a tree, their cries of agony satisfying the pinned Jounin. A crunching sound from the men indicated that the Jounin's saviour had cracked their skull and killed the rouge ninjas. 'Brutal guy…' The footsteps edged closer to her, and she began to feel a little nervous about the person who now stood before the vulnerable Jounin.
"Uh, a little help would be great,"
"Of course," His voice sounded kind, and it was a deep and melodic sounding voice. The Jounin was pleasantly surprised. Until the swords were pulled back through her arms.
"Gah!" She was set free from her pinned position, and she pulled herself from the ground shakily, turning to face the man who had helped her. Oh boy was he handsome. Her flirtatious nature came out from hiding a little as she smugly checked out his appearances. He had fiery orange hair, and ruby red eyes that suited his creamy complexion perfectly. His cloak covered majority of his body, but she was sure that a man with such features, must have a good body hiding beneath those robes. She slapped herself mentally and sat on the floor, her arms leaking with blood.
"Say, since you're here and all, being my knight in shining armour, would you mind doing me a favour? I need you to lift my arm so I can heal myself," The man nodded obediently and dropped to his knees, his hands carefully cradling her arm so she could heal the other with her medical ninjitsu.
"Thanks for that… I'm Honoka," the Jounin stood and flexed her newly healed arms, smiling satisfactorily at the job.
"I'm Jugo,"
"Jugo huh? Well thanks for the rescue back there. I can't believe I was thrown off by a substitution jutsu," Honoka shook her head and sighed.
The Jounin that stood before Jugo was certainly a sight to see. She wore the Leaf Shinobi attire, a long sleeved navy blue top poking out under the green coloured flak jacket, the Leaf ninja headband secured around her arm, a pair of tights, tucked into knee length steel capped, black boots. Her waist length, brown hair was collected into a high pony tail, flowing carefree in the wind, just as her fringe, which fell in front of her face, her chocolate brown eyes, peeking up at him curiously. He'd been passing through the forest, in attempts to find a new hide out, away from villages, when he heard her screams not far from his position. He saw her helplessly stuck to the ground and the men hungrily looking at her, Kunai's offensively aimed at her back. He couldn't just leave her there; it wasn't a fair fight, three men onto one woman. So he took care of the issue.
"Jugo, hello? Earth to Jugo," He was so caught up in his own thoughts, he didn't registered Honoka talking to him.
"I'm sorry, what?" Honoka sighed and smirked at the confused man.
"I said, what were you doing all the way out here?"
"Oh… I'm looking for somewhere to stay,"
"Like a home?"
"More like a prison," he smiled sadly and shook his head lightly. Her face gazed at him quizzically, whilst sitting against a tree, stretching her legs comfortably.
A sound from the East caught their attention, as four more rouge ninja's, headbands matching the deceased ones, fell through the forest and before the two ninja.
"Huh, I thought I lost those guys," Honoka stood and brushed down her attire, pulling a Kunai from her pouch. "Alright then boys, who's next?" Honoka threw her Kunai at the man. His reaction to dodge was slow, and Honoka leapt at him, kicking him in the stomach. The man's body slid across the forest floor and he laughed wickedly.
"Feisty isn't she?" He stood and dusted himself off, smirking at them. His hand stretched towards the pair and the other men jumped into attack. Jugo placed his body between the enemies and Honoka, his body vibrating as it changed, which utterly freaked Honoka. Honoka could see dark features cross his handsome face, black flame like patterns etching across his skin and his melodic and velvety voice changed into a crusty and hoarse sound. 'That looks a lot like… the curse mark!'
"Back off! I will, kill you," He launched himself at the men, throwing them around the forest like ragdolls who didn't stand a chance. They jumped at him and were knocked back like flies, their attacks useless against the beast. Within minutes they all lay crumbled on the floor, coughing blood and crawling away from Jugo, whose face was filled with the need for torture and death. It scared Honoka, but she needed to stop him, before his monster side got out of control. She raced towards him and jumped into his line of vision, resting her hands against his chest and staring deep into his eyes. Chakra flowed in her palms forced him against the tree trunk, restraining his flailing body. The scene around them changed, at least to Jugo it did. They were surrounded by a lake, a waterfall cascading into the crystal blue water beside them. Colourful birds chirped cheerily and flitted towards Jugo, sitting upon his shoulder, singing sweet songs that only his ears could hear. His features changed to normal and a childish smiled etched at his soft lips as he tickled the bird's feathers.