sorry guys i havent been updating cuz my laptop was getting repaired ,and after checking the old chapters i feel its too short so im going to try and make it longer hopefuly.
As for me? I wasted no time in retreating into the large cathedral-like church house I mentioned before. Soaked. Drenched, I was too busy catching my breath in the corner to notice a priestess up front. She seemed to be humming, lighting each individual candle on a wall that held at least one thousand of them. White wax littered at her feet, she didn't seem to take too much notice of me, so I took the moment to take a look at my surroundings.
It was definitely a church. Plenty of chairs to host a large congregation and a high enough ceiling to ...wait. Now that I think about it, there was an organ. Large pipes all spiraling down decoratively to the wall of candles. It was very dark, and the only sound that I could hear was the humming of the pale-skinned priest and the water dripping from my body into a puddle on the floor. I rubbed my chest where that...that Hyuuga plucked along. The massaging didn't help, and my knowledge of the Gentle Fist - the Juken- told me that my Tenketsu weren't to open for quite a while. A shuffling of my supplies emit another sound that echoed throughout the chapel.
My second mistake that day was thinking the children would stay there, trembling at my Katon technique. Who wouldn't get a little scared at some intense, blue flame? My third, however, was mistaking the priestess on the front stage for a bystander. I couldn't help but stare as she turned. Her dark, illuminating eyes pierced me with a look that I could only be described by one word: Bloodlust. I got one look at her gentle grin before a pulling sensation became home within my body. It was as if the current of energy within my body stopped.
I dropped to one knee, and it seemed as though the priestess disappeared. I was hoping that she did...but she didn't. She stepped out of the darkness beside me and clutched my arm. What was she?
I can assume..." she began, a hushed tone escaping her lips,"...that you didn't stumble in to give a prayer?" She chuckled, her voice radiating with the soft-spoken beauty of her pale face that could only be complimented by the silky ivory color of her hair and-
-...oh, right. Sorry, sir. I'll continue.
I couldn't move, and when she put her lips on my neck, I caught a glimpse of her set of one-inch canines. Razor sharp. And that's when she shoved her teeth into my shoulder. *The Tokubetsu jounin, during the debriefing, rubs the area of the bite. The wound was still fresh and seemed to glow an irritating red. Infection, maybe?*
The ***** was sucking my blood like a damn vampire or something. After she must have drunk enough to fill a bottle of Sake, I summoned the little strength I had left. I surged my elbow straight into her face and stumbled back as she crumbled to the floor. My neck was leaking, which is never good...but strangely enough, it simply stopped. As if it were clogged.
That was the last thing on my mind at the moment, though. The demented, demonic woman rose from the ground and simply popped her jaw back into alignment. I shudder at the sound. It was, then, that I noticed the glint of a Kunai in her left hand. A hand...that, from the long sleeves she wore, was leaking blood. Dark red. You could smell it, and as I took my steps backward to avoid the large, expanding puddle, the woman seemed to be enjoying it. When the leaking of blood finished, I wondered why I allowed her to do it instead of just attacking once again. Finishing it with a fireball or something. I guess that's a clich element in anything dramatic, right, sir?
When the blood became still, the woman bared her teeth at me. As if her hissing would distract me from the bubbling of the crimson fluid trickling along the wet tile. From this large puddle, two shapes began to rise. I couldn't help but stare...I thought I saw a head poke out from the ground, but that couldn't be possible.
But then again...
Sorry, sir. Sorry. No more suspense. Straight to the point. The blood suddenly picked up off the ground and spiraled in the air as the shapes I mentioned rose from the ground. Crimson copies of the female glared at me as the blood seemed to compliment her eye color. Patches of red splashed along the three images of herself, and with a half-ram, I didn't stay to find out what other type of nasty shit this woman could do with her horny period juice. Utilizing Shushin, I bypassed her and dashed back outside into the cold, now pouring, rain.
It slashed against my tinted goggles, as it would seem that I stood there for a second too long. The woman...with unprecedented speed, appeared behind me, let out a scoff, and kicked me in the bridge of my back. My weight was easily picked up by the impact, which sent me flying into the pole guarding the balcony from the steep drop into one of the water canals.
*As the Hokage sits up in his chair, he lets off a grin, asking a question that seemed to make his attendants giggle lightly*
"Ryuashi. You mean to tell me... that you got your ass kicked. -Literally-. By a horny vampire priestess."
*Ryuashi, the Tokubetsu Jounin, turns a hint red, bandaged and standing facing the Hokage's desk*
...y-yes, Sir. She kicked me...in- Yes.
Well, anyway. *Ehem* I plummeted into the water and used my Chakra to recover rather quickly. I was hidden from the walkway, but still had a straight shot down the path that surrounded the village's main hospital. In the end, that crazy ***** probably saved my life. So I wasted no time in saying thank-you and ran around the corner quickly, approaching the canal that acted as a sewage drain for the back of the central hospital. I was half-way there.
And then I saw her. That same Kunoichi that I struck with a kunai - whose wound was now bandaged - standing along the edge. Staring at me with glowing, red eyes. I read of the clan and its Doujutsu. I can't remember it off-hand, though...but I knew it wouldn't be good if I stood in one spot. So I dashed forward, feeling the water beneath my feet explode upwards behind me. The scroll was getting heavier and heavier the longer I carried it, but that's irrelevant. My strategy consisted of taking out this woman, hopping along the rooftops to descend the last two sections, and make it out past the docks. I'd be in home-free if I could make it to the boat in time...
But one draw-back after another made this so much more difficult than it sounds, sir...
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