Hazardous Fishing Part 2
"Karui?" The white haired man asked worryingly, with the switch that told him to fear for his own life turning on the moment that loud crack entered his ears. The dropped piece of wood with its deformed end was doing a good job being an example of showing him what would happen if she got her hands on him. "I hope the time after the war made you considerate enough that you beat me with stick instead of those two hideous mitts."
"Depends..." The woman gritted out while slowly turning to face her possible Victim, the stick was shaking due to her rising temper. Looking down at the stick, she groaned internally. "Are you serious right know?! This is the forth damn one in the same day…" Turning back around, she closed her her eyes to take a relaxing breath. "Swinging on your jackass friend wont catch you anything." When she exhaled, she found the shaking on the stick being caused by her hands lessening. "Great, but one more just to make sure my fire is soothed, don't need another stick in the fucking lake." The second intake of the nice calming air completely stopped the shaking.
Pleased with the results, the woman refocused her sights on the watery field while leaving her lollipop sucking companion shocked.
"What?" Omoi manage to softly get out before waiting to see what she would do next. "No way in hell she is just letting this go." Another moment passed with nothing transpiring which slowly caused the hairs on the boy's neck to stand while the air around him becoming a lot more noticeable. His mind fearful of the lack of the usual started to fill his head with a morbid thought. "Oh shit, she's finally snapped. After all these years of warning me, she finally going to through with it."
A hasty step backwards caused by mistaking a twitch as a startup for a punch earn him an a momentary annoyed look before his companion went back to her task. The candy that he had in his mouth found its way to between his teeth, being clamped down rather tensely. "She' s going to kill and gut me with a side helping of hiding my body in a river or ditch. Then she'll cohort Chouji into agreeing to her alibi even though my blood would still be her hands. Then they'll both go back to the villageand say I was lost due to a rogue nin even though they know her history..."
While he was he was worrying over his "final moments" the red haired kunoichi was almost paying him no mind. "Great..." Karui though somewhat amused. "He's going through another one of his episodes...Well I lease I have something to take my min-wait a minute." Her train of thought was suddenly fixated on the small pull she felt on her stick. "Wait, is that what I think it is?" She mentally inquired, with a small smile forming on her lips when she saw the body of a fish fighting for its life under the water, with a hook in its mouth. The red haired swordswoman started to pull like a child fighting for the last piece of candy, with the smile shifting into a smirk.
"Fucking finally." The Kumo native gritted out, getting the fight for it life from the scaly fiend. She had a feeling it probably saw the other fishes fate, violently struggling and trying to swim to the deeper depths, trying to rid itself of the metal parasite latched in its lip. Changing tactics, the victim decided to swim up to the surface, building speed before breaking the surface with a great leap. The force almost dislocated her arm from the socket, It did succeed in getting more slack and unknowingly breaking the stick even more.
"Well that pulled something." The woman though, feeling the strain of an unexpected stretch before her ears heard a dreadful splintering, taking her eyes off the target and focusing on the stick, worry barged into her face like an unwanted guess. "Shit, no..." The stick was slowly giving out and the dread made its way to her stomach. "No-no, not this shit. I'm going be right back at square one with nothing to show but a damn broken stick. But how do I even know if anything would even bite again, especially after this show..."
"But don't stop there, what if you catch the fish you want but screw up the cooking." A voice behind her called out.
Karui's was finding that worry was also finding itself to her which in turn lead her to think. "Oh God. That's right… I could put something in the food that Chouji is allergic to."
"It might be the last thing he eats unfortunately." The same voice stated as he came closer until he was only one step behind her before deciding to lean in close to keep the doubt train going.
Her hands clamped the stick tightly to reflect the implication Her eyes widened but it was not focusing on the view before her but the morbid though of her lover chocking on the food she painstakingly made for him. "There goes meeting his family a few weeks down the road."
Waist high in paranoia, the woman was almost freaking out. A whirlwind of bad to rather hellish ideas and scenarios was running through her head. It felt like she could not breath, But a though hit her mind. "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa." she said quietly to herself "Now I'm sounding like Omoi….which sounded liked the voice l was just talking to." A quick turn to the left reveled that indeed was him, recovered from his negative spell.
A joyful look on his face that turned to shock once her golden eyes lock on to him. Becoming miffed at his roll in her mental decent, that familiar flame once more found its way to her gut. Crackling, frequently used bones forming a fist that was just waiting to greet the friend of its handler. "You. DAMN-"
"WAIT, LOOK!"
Back at the lake, the fish was almost breaking free of the hook's hold. Making up its mind up about paying in pain for its life, with the hook loosening from its mouth while some skin was torn from the damage of the struggle. Omoi blew a sigh of relief when her situation with the fish took priority over hitting him.
In its small mind where instinct usually dictated, it somehow came up with the thought its previous leap gave it a chance. Perhaps if it did that once more, it would be able to free it self from its trap. Grabbing energy from the previous day's rest, the scaled fighter plunged as deep as the wire would allow then started to shoot up with a speed that only desperation can only bring.
"Oh shit!" The woman exclaimed mentally. She felt this before, she was not sure if the stick would even to attempt to keep its self together when the fish shoots up. Plus, there was the whole problem of her managing to keep it in her hands. She needed to change it up.
"Omoi!" exclaimed Karui while her muscles were straining with jut the process of just holding it in place. She racked her mind for a quick idea, quickly shouting it out when she locked into her mind. no way in hell was this bastard was getting away. "Kunai!"
"Yo, Yo, Yo! I didn't mean to-"
"No, jackass!" The green dressed woman was feeling her grip slipping, the sweat that built up in her hands was proving itself to be yet another opponent. "Get one of your kuani and throw it at him when it tries to jump again." The white haired man took a moment to process the though.
"So she's going down thatroute?" His mind said to itself as he proceeded to pull out some of his throwing blades. "But what if I miss? I wonder if she will somehow find the strength to strangle someone with the way that fish is giving her a workout." Pulling two kunai from his coat, he decidedto lock on the general location of the fish based on the string. "All right, Karui give some slack so the stick can take it a little better and give me a little more time to aim."
"That's a pretty good add on for my idea." The fisher thought. Taking some of the tension from the string, Karui felt a little more confident with her chances. "End of the line for you, fish."
This was getting settled one way or another, someone was going to leave with what they wanted. The only way to find out was for both parties to go for it and see who reaches it.
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