Well it certainly has been a while. I have and still am going through some tough obstacles in my life. I've been moody and unpredictable and unreasonably nasty to those who love me, and I don't know why. I'm also starting to become an insomniac. I just cannot go to sleep anymore. I'm not tired.
Excuses, excuses. Let's skip them and move onto the story, shall we? I know you've all been waiting a while for it.
But first, thanks are in order…
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Razell: Well, I opted for making the family strange so that readers wouldn't just be like "Ugh another dumbass OC story with a dumbass family". I mean…I didn't really want the Kimi family to be…bland, as most OC families seem to be. I wanted the focus taken off of Yori, so that it's not just about her and Sakon/Ukon.
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Chapter 5
"Oh shit," Yori mumbled, her face turning a bright shade of red. It was that--that Sokan kid. In her doorway. Looking pissed. And covered in her snot.
His eye twitched angrily. "I'm going to fucking kill you," he said in a dangerously low, deep voice that sent shivers down Yori's spine, but not out of fear.
His voice was sexy.
She continued to stare blatantly at him. The holes from the senbon were gone now, but it was obvious that he still had a helluva recovery ahead of him. His stance was uneven, indicating that he favored a leg. There were various bandages on his arms and legs. He was also very tired from the trip. Even though it was only a few miles, he looked about ready to keel over.
And he nearly did after Hana pushed him aside. She burst into the house and engulfed Yori in a bone-crushing hug. Yori could feel the tears through her shirt and she rolled her eyes.
"My baby! My baby girl!" she sobbed into Yori's shoulder. Yori hugged her mother loosely.
The pessimistic boy brushed his shoulder off with a wince and glared at the back of Hana's head. "That's your baby?"
Hana finally let go of Yori and began covering her in kisses. "My precious baby," she corrected between kisses.
"Look at you!" she said, holding Yori at an arms length away. "Have you gotten taller? Your breasts bigger? Maybe it's your hair, have you done something with your hair?"
Yori blushed and pulled away from her mother. "I'm SICK." she said.
"And I'm covered in snot," the rude boy broke in. "This is fucking nasty. I swear to god, I'm going to fucking-"
But he was interrupted by Yoshiro. "Who is this?" he boomed. He came out of hiding as soon as he realized that it was not Old Lady Tora at the door.
"Great time to show up, father." Yori mumbled spitefully. Yoshiro gripped her shoulder tightly, a warning.
"Oh Yoshiro!" Tears began to pour down Hana's face again. Yoshiro hugged his wife and looked over at the boy. "Sokan, was it?"
His eye twitched and he managed to mumble "Sakon" through tight lips.
Yoshiro grunted his indifference. "You should get cleaned up."
Yori blushed and Sakon glared at them all. His hands were clenched tightly and he glared scathingly at Yoshiro, who was beginning to kiss Hana intimately.
Yori knew where the kissing was going to lead to, so she approached Sakon. "Um, why don't I...?" she started but flinched when Sakon looked her. "uh...show you to the bathroom..." she finished weakly.
She turned around and walked a little ways through the living room. She looked over her shoulder. Sakon hadn't moved. Yori sighed and grabbed his hand. It felt larger and rougher in her softer one.
He jerked his hand out of hers quickly, as if her skin burned him. Yori flushed and walked over to him.
He watched her fiercely as she leaned forward and whispered, "Look, I'm really, really sorry. I am. But do you want to stay here covered in snot and watch my parents make up for the week they've been apart? Because I certainly don't. I know what they do when father gets back from a mission; mom'd be the same. Trust me, you don't want to know, you don't want to see, and you sure as hell don't want to hear. So please," she sighed and took a breath, "follow me?"
Sakon looked over at Hana and Yoshiro, who were lip-locked in an intense make-out session. He grimaced and gave Yori the slightest nod. She turned around and sidestepped her parents and led Sakon past the living room and up the stairs to the bathroom.
Yori led him to the bathroom and shut the door to close out the moans that were coming from the living room.
"Who the hell are you, anyway?" Sakon demanded as soon as the door was closed. Yori turned around and looked at him perplexedly. "I'm Yori Kimi." she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"No," Sakon said, rolling his eyes. "I mean, who are you, not what's your name. Are you a ninja? And where the hell am I?"
"You're in Kushii, a small town about 200 miles from Konoha, and more than 250 miles from anywhere else. I'm a rookie medic ninja and I was the one who found you. I saved your life," she said smugly. Maybe playing the "saved your life card" would gain a little respect from him.
Sakon's arm shot out suddenly and gripped Yori by her neck. She was surprised at his speed and strength, but she felt his arm shaking from the effort. While he had no visible wounds, she surmised that he still had major muscle tissue damage to recover from.
While she felt sorry for him, she still did not like to be manhandled.
"You," she felt a twinge of fear as Sakon hissed in her face. "I don't give a damn if you saved my life or not, don't you ever talk to me like that. I can kill you in more than a hundr-"
Yori's leg shot forward and kicked him between his legs. He let go with a yelp and dropped to his knees. She had seen many cases of manhandling in the hospital and all would have been prevented if the women had spoken up and defended themselves. Yori vowed to never become one of those broken women.
Yori kicked him to the ground and sat on his stomach. She grabbed his hair and leaned over to his face, her eyes narrowed.
"Don't you ever lay your hands on me again, or next time I'll castrate you. Sure, you may be able to kill me, but you certainly can't do it right now. Like it or not, I saved your life. You owe me. Now," she released his hair and sat back on his abdomen. She caressed his face softly, "you'll be here a long time, Sakon. I can make your stay here a living hell, or a pleasant vacation. I can drug your food and drink and make you shit the whole world out your smart little ass. I can make you puke up your stomach. I can do all kinds of things to your body."
She meant in the medical sense, but she realized that that could also mean something else. She decided to tease him a little now that she was in charge.
"Or…" she stopped her caressing and started playing with a strand of his hair, "We can have a fun time. There's a lot you can teach me." Yori saw his strength. She knew he was skilled and clever. How else could he have survived such an attack?
"There's a lot I can teach you," she continued. "I can even help you with your physical therapy and training."
"So…" she leaned forward again, her face mere inches from his. "what's it gonna be?" She hoped he would agree. She needed someone to teach her ninjutsu and genjutsu. Her father was a horrible teacher, and their relationship was poor so they really didn't do well with training together at all.
"Get the fuck off me!" Sakon pushed and bucked beneath her, and Yori's heart quickened. The position they were in was already intimate. His bucking was making it more uncomfortable. She became more aware of her body as her breasts bounced and her stomach fluttered. She was relieved, slightly, when he began to try and punch her instead.
She dodged his punches smoothly, taijutsu was something actually she excelled at. She grabbed one of his hands and was about to grab his other when his hand hit her breast. She gasped and his narrowed and his blue lips set at a sneer. Yori's stomach flopped. "Are you trying to hurt me? Because my breasts aren't really all that sensitive," she bluffed. "All you're doing is squeezing my boob."
Sakon glared at her passive face.
"Do you like that kind of thing?" she asked when he didn't move. "Maybe we could do something like that in place of physical therapy," she suggested with a small smile.
"No! Why the fuck would I want to do that?" he snapped.
"Oh I don't know. Maybe 'cause your hand is still on my boob and you've got a hard-on?" she teased. She almost wished he did, and she swore thought she felt something...
Sakon paled and let go, "I do not."
Yori shrugged nonchalantly, "If you say so, Sakon-koi."
"Don't call me that! And get off of me!"
Yori ignored him. This was actually kind of fun. "What's it gonna be?"
"Whatever you want, just get the fuck off of me!"
Yori stood up a little reluctantly and held out her hand. Sakon hesitated, but sneered and grabbed it.
They didn't speak as Yori got a washcloth from a drawer under the sink and wet it with warm water. She wrung it and handed it to Sakon, who snatched it and washed his face in front of the mirror.
Yori stood behind him and looked at Ukon. "Dude, what's up with the other head?"
"That's Ukon, my brother," Sakon grumbled, scrubbing hard.
"Your brother?"
"Yeah. It's part of my Kekkei Genkai," he ground out.
Yori reached out and brushed the hair out of his face. "I like him already. He's way cuter than you."
"Whatever. Don't touch him."
Yori let her arm hang by her side. She waited quietly for Sakon. When he was finished, she led him over to her room and opened the door. "You should just go to bed. This is my room, by the way, so please don't break anything."
She walked in and sat on the bed. "I don't care if you go through my stuff, because you probably will anyway."
Sakon stood by the door, his face stoic but his eyes showed irritation.
Yori ignored his quietness. "How old are you, anyway?" She asked as she stood and walked over to him.
"Fifteen," he muttered. "What's it to you?"
"Just wanna make sure," she said as she slid past him and out the door, "that it won't be considered rape."
"What?" his voice cracked. "What do you mean?"
"I'm joking, jeez. Don't get your undies in a tizzy. Besides, I think I like your brother more," she smiled as she shut the door in his face.
Sakon felt relieved when she left. Her personality reminded him of Tayuya a little bit, and he felt a pang of...something when he wondered whether the others survived or not. He sat on the bed and stared at the floor.
He quickly brushed it off. Of course they survived. They were the Sound Four. Orochimaru's best team. Sakon just had a spot of bad luck, that's all. He didn't ponder on them anymore and blocked them from his mind completely. He needed to regain his strength and stamina quickly. Not just to get out of this hellhole, or see his teammates, but to get back to Orochimaru-sama.
Sakon searched the room thoroughly for anything suspicious. The room was clean and girly, but that didn't mean that there weren't bugs. Stuffed animals, mostly foxes, were in a hammock in the corner. He looked at all eighteen animals with scrutiny. He looked under the bed, in the bed, on the bed, in the closet, and then he began to look in the dresser. He paused when he looked through Yori's undergarment drawer.
He peered over his shoulder at the door. Sakon had never really seen girls' underwear before. There was no time for such an immature act in the Village of the Sound. But he was still a curious teenage boy. So he looked. His face was red as he shut the drawer.
It was hard to believe that Yori wore those. Or Hana. Or Tayuya! He nearly chuckled at the thought of Tayuya wearing black and white striped low-cuts. Then he blanched and realized that it was Tayuya he was thinking about wearing them and immediately pushed the image and thought out of his head.
He went over to the bed and thought about Ukon. He felt no connection with him. It was as if Ukon was detached from his body and mind. It was scary to think about, because they had always been together. He didn't know what he would do without his brother. He could survive with no teammates. He could survive without Orochimaru-sama. Hell, he could survive here. But he couldn't live without his brother.
Sakon lay down on the bed. Hana promised to help Ukon tomorrow. All Sakon had to do now was sleep and wait for tomorrow to come.
The reason why I think I was turned-off from writing was because I relied too much on everybody else's opinion and not my own. While I do appreciate and welcome your thoughts, I now realize that mine are the most important.
I'm sorry to sound so egotistical, but if I don't believe that then I stress out too much over what everyone thinks and I can't bring myself to write for fear of disappointing you all.
Thank you all so much for waiting so patiently and I am so sorry. I really am. Please accept my apology and this little, teeny-tiny Omake Theatre.
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Sakon picked up one of the undergarments. It was pale green with dark green lace. The garment seemed innocent enough. He thought of what Yori looked like in it. He could see her green eyes matching perfectly with them. He pictured her blushing under his gaze and he could see himself reaching out to....
No! She was the enemy! He quickly replaced her with someone he knew. Tayuya immediately popped into his head. Looking at him with a face of disdain. Holding her flute. And wearing the green underwear.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
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Short and dumb. But I thought that him imagining Tayuya, a clear tomboy, in girly underwear was funny.
Anyway...I'd like you all to know that this story will be taking a different course now. The M-rating will become more clear. Yori and Sakon will begin to experience more sexual tension (more like "awkwardness") and they will began a reluctant bond of friendship.
Ukon will appear in the next chapter, but I'm not sure if he will have any lines or not because I think I will have him unconscious for the hole chapter to give Sakon a chance to bond with Yori, but also examine what life would be like without his brother.
ALSO!! I want to know what you guys want. Do you want Sakon/Yori, Ukon/Yori, a bit of both, or Sakon/Yori/Ukon? Or would you rather wait and see how Yori and Ukon act together?
I think I know how it's going to play out, and I think you may all be mad at me because of it. But I would like to hear what you have to say about it.
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I just want you all to know how grateful I am for your support. Thank you all very much for waiting ever so patiently.