When the Past Returns [Suna or Invite]

A few days had passed of resting and recuperating and so far nothing out of the ordinary had happened: not that she had minded with how well things had gone with Suna it had been nice to take a few days break and just relax around the suite. No more freaks trying to invade the village and murder everyone, no random guys trying to get Miyuki to show them her shinobi powers, nothing at all. In fact, Commander Uno hadn’t even come by about the damage that had been caused during the spar between Suna and Jubei: as far as she knew Commander Uno hadn’t said anything to anyone about it. It was a bit odd, really, considering how on top of everything Commander Uno was when it came to the village. Miyuki almost wanted to ask her about it but refrained because she didn’t want to get Suna and Jubei into trouble.

Miyuki had spent the better part of the past few days in or around the hotel – the place had a giant swimming pool and she had chosen on two separate occasions to go swimming when it had been empty of other guests. But other than that she had simply remained inside and relied on room service: Commander Uno had said they were more than welcome to order it after all, provided they didn’t go over board.

Today however she had decided to venture outside. She hadn’t really stretched her legs for a few days and she was feeling like taking a stroll. She was still thinking about the outfit Suna had mentioned, but didn’t really have anything she had packed and brought with her that she wanted to use for such measures. She hoped to remedy this by finding something at one of the market stalls that would work for her; something she could saturate with chakra as Suna had suggested of her. Thankfully she was getting better at dealing with crowds and people in general, so she wasn’t exactly freaking out as she made her way through the crowds of people – levitating above them would have helped but she didn’t want to risk missing something that she couldn’t see because of an awning or a roof blocking the way. There seemed to be all manner of goods and items sold within the market; even those from foreign lands. There also seemed to be restaurants catering to the appetites of any and all who ventured through as well as little cafe’s that served a variety of drinks.

Miyuki though wasn’t looking for her daily dose of chai tea or food for that matter so she passed by without bothering to stop. Instead, she just kept making her way down the streets, looking for something that would catch her eye and hold it.

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”I suppose I can tell you now just how hard it was to restrain myself when you had been using that jutsu on me… I was worried about hugging you because I didn’t think I’d be able to control myself if I did… My own inner perv was kind of trying to take control at that time… If it had the fact of how I felt likely would have come out in a much different way.”

This, along with the hugs and the kisses echoed around in his head the past couple of days... His first kiss taken away by Miyuki. So he had a girlfriend now?... Looked that way. Suna hadn't been doing anything but lying around. When he didn't feel too crappy he would do push-ups, sit-ups and jumping jacks to keep the rust off and stay fresh. He'd go get something to eat, bathe, use the bathroom and resume lying around. Suna found it kind of strange that Boss Uno hadn't come around asking what that big boom was a couple of days ago.

Lying in his bed while staring at the ceiling a couple days later, Suna felt like he was back to normal. He got up and put on his oversized top, gas mask and Legendary Gourd. Floating didn't take any effort now that he wasn't worn out and tired. He made his way out of the suite and outside, stretching his arms and legs, feeling like doing something. He thought of doing a mission, but he knew that probably wouldn't be wise at the moment. He thought of roaming around being a perv to groupies, but with what Miyuki confessed the other day, and his response, that wasn't a good idea either.

So for the moment, Suna sat with his legs in front of the hotel entrance in mid-air. He concentrated his sensory and began to have a look around the large village of Hanagakure...

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Miyuki made her way past more and more stalls, not really seeing anything that caught her eye as she had been hoping to. Still, she pushed on and continued to looking. Another few stalls were passed before she came to a stop at a clothing stall that caught her eye. She wandered over and began to look through the clothing on a nearby rack, pushing one garment after the other back as she looked through them all. When she finished with that rack she turned and moved on to the one behind her, following the same procedure as before.

It was then that someone else came over, a fairly large man covered in a variety of tattoos. This didn’t exactly bother her – well no more than someone she didn’t know getting close to her normally would – except for a tattoo she saw on his hand right where his pointer finger and thumb joined. It was a symbol she knew well because it had once been branded onto her flesh: though that brand had been removed and taken care of months and months ago when Emiko sensei had healed her. Still, even with the brand gone it wasn’t something she was likely to forget: her and everyone else held where she had been had had that brand put on their body in one place or another.

It threw her off guard and her breath caught, something that caught the attention of the man and caused him to look over at her. Miyuki, thinking fast and trying to play it off as fear shot down through her, pulled a garment off of the rack and pretended to fawn over it before taking it up to the register – she didn’t even know what the thing really looked like and she didn’t care, she just wanted to get out of there before it was too late. Everything she had learned up until that point, all of her powers and abilities, were momentarily forgotten about in her sudden fear. All she knew was that she had to get away from that man and get away from him as fast as possible without drawing attention to herself in the process.

She paid for the garment and then headed as quickly as she could away from the stall without trying to seem to conspicuous about it as she did so. As soon as she was away enough she darted down a back alley and dropped the garment before suddenly leaning up against one of the nearby buildings and vomiting into a garbage can; her body shaking. Miyuki found herself suddenly feeling terrified of being alone and so a single thought came to mind which was projected telepathically: ”Suna!”, the words even mentally were laced with the absolute fear she was feeling. She couldn’t believe this was happening: she though they had all been wiped out, but it made sense now that she thought about it that that wouldn’t be so easily done – not all of them had likely been there that day.

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The usual went on... Villagers went on about their usual day. Guards were doing patrols. The slums were quiet - not as active as they were when he first showed up - but overall quiet. Boss Uno looked to be in her office, doing boss stuff.

"Suna!"

He was suddenly shaken out of his meditative state by Miyuki. Was he dreaming? Was that part of his imagination, or was that for real? That shout came with a lot of fear, fear that he himself could feel... was Miyuki in trouble?

Suna wasn't thinking when he suddenly took off like a bullet. He located her quickly through sensory, in an alley near the marketplace. Suna flew quickly through the village, leaving behind a dust cloud in his wake. He could have teleported to her, but the fear and panic that came with that telepathic shout just made him want to get to her as quick as he could.

Suna arrived on the scene with a great gust of wind that brought along scraps of paper and other things that has people yelping and complaining. He sped into the alley and stopped before Miyuki, who looked rattled and terrified. "What's the matter? Did anybody hurt you?" he asked, looking around. The Legendary Gourd was glowing brightly and moving around, eager to engulf someone with it's contents and squeeze the life and blood from them. "Point out the one who made you like that!"

Word Count: 9,119 + 241 = 9,360

Suna was coming, she could feel it. When she spent so long around someone as she had with Suna she was good on picking up how their mind ‘felt’. It was partly why her telepathy could go longer than normal: once she had the ‘feel’ of someone’s mind it was easier to reach it. Sure enough Suna arrived so quickly he brought with him a trail of dust and debris. He immediately inquired as to what was going on, and if someone had hurt her.

Miyuki shook her head no, swallowing again as she felt more bile rising up in her throat: she didn’t want to vomit again. ”I saw one of them… one of those people from my.. from my past. Here, in the stall I was in. He was reaching for something next to me… I saw the tattoo on his hand. The same symbol that was branded into me and… the others.” She stopped, swallowing again.

”They all had them as tattoos so they could identify one another….I froze, I… couldn’t do anything. I just got out of there as fast I could. I gasped when I saw it, and he saw me… ” Once more she swallowed, shaking her head. ”If he’s here… there’s probably more around. They like to hunt in packs.”

Her stomach was calming down, and the shakes she had been feeling were slowly stopping. She felt safer now that Suna was around. So far she hadn’t started mentally kicking herself in the ass for freezing as she did, but that would likely come soon enough: all of her training had meant nothing when it came down to being confronted by one of those people – though that might have had something to do with the fact that she hadn’t been prepared, that she had thought she would never see them again.

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Miyuki said she saw one of them, the bastards from her past, in that cult. She'd been shopping, and she recognized him from the tattoo he had. Suna himself remembered the tattoo, the one that Miyuki herself once had. When Miyuki saw him she froze up in fear. All she could think to do was bail out. She said if one was here, then there were likely more, as they never roamed about alone.

"Well, if that's really the case, what say we find them and SMASH them then?' said Suna in a sinister tone. "You haven't forgotten what you were taught, did you?... You can kill these pieces of shit easily now. Remember everything Avery showed you, you're a Sage now. If one of these creeps tried to put hands on you, you can just cut his hands off like that bandit out in the wild. Remember what I gave you? You can go inside of their heads and mind rape them. What are you afraid of?"

Suna thought a while, going through the memory of the shout that Miyuki sent him. He could see this guy for himself, and was able to locate him through his sensory. He was still nearby... just looking at the guy brought out old memories of his own, back when he was in his village, fighting bullies and morons who picked on him just to make themselves feel better. He remembered the satisfaction of seeing that look of terror on their faces right before they died violently.

"Come on Miyuki, you can't tell me that you wouldn't love some revenge against these perverts? To get back at them for everything they put you through. You have the means now, come on, let's crush them. All of them. If for any reason other than revenge, so that they don't put anyone else through what you had to suffer."

Word Count: 9,360 + 317 = 9,677

Suna spoke of smashing them since they were here. Suna went on to ask if she had forgotten what she had been taught, and said that she could kill those pieces of shit easily now considering what Avery and he had shown her. She could mind rape them, she could cut them into pieces if they attempted to even put a hand on her – just as she had done with the bandits. He asked her then what she was afraid of. It was a good question, too. What exactly was she scared of now? She was stronger than them, faster too. She had abilities they would have never dreamed of trying to beat or hurt out of her. She could take them easily now: destroy all of them for what they’d done to her.

She could make sure it never happened to anyone else again, either. But there was something she wanted to do first….

”You’re right.. I guess when I froze I forgot all of that: I hadn’t expected to see any of them ever again and it shocked me. But, you’re right. I do want my revenge… but there’s a way I want to go about this. I want to see if there’s anymore people like me; trapped and held hostage by them. If we just go ahead and kill them all we’ll never know, and then those people will die. Let’s follow them and see where they go.” Between Suna’s pep talk, and her now thinking clearly, the shaking had stopped. She had gone from feeling afraid to suddenly determined. She was ready for this, very ready. She wanted to make sure it was done properly, too. She didn’t want to leave anyone to the fate of just dying because they murdered all of those low-lives before they got their answers.

”Do you think we should tell Commander Uno what’s going on…?” The question had occurred to her at random. They were in her village after all, and about to commit murder. Plus there was the chance that these people had been taking hostages around here.

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Miyuki had a moment of clarity and Suna could tell she'd calmed down. She was all for the idea of revenge, and instead of charging in head on and murdering them all, she wanted to see if there were any more captives. "Alright," Suna said, his sleeves raising so that he could rub his hands together. "We could follow one, or... we could snatch one and have a look inside his head to find out ourselves... either way is fine with me."

His bloodlust was fully awakened, and he itched to see these guys crushed in sand. Situations like these were what he was born and bred for. Miyuki asked if they should go say something to Boss Uno beforehand. "Nah... Boss Uno has enough going on as is, with her kid and looking after this whole place. We should do this ourselves and tell her after... Then again, if you really want her to know, I could send a clone to relay the message."

Whatever she decided it didn't matter to Suna. He wanted blood. The Legendary Gourd did too, if the wiggling and the glowing didn't give that away already. "I'll follow your lead, Miyuki. You deserve first crack at these assholes. Ready when you are..."

Word Count: 9,677 + 212 = 9,889

Suna was on board with either following one of them to see where they went or just snatching one up and having a look inside of his head. The latter of those two options seemed like the quickest way, that was for sure. There was no telling that whomever they picked would end up going back to their little ‘hideout’ right away. If they mind fucked it out of someone though it would give them the answers they needed, and a direct route. It seemed like the best plan.

To Miyuki’s question about whether or not they should tell Commander Uno Suna suggested waiting until after; she had the village to run plus her daughter to look after. Though, he did add that he could send a clone to let her know what was going on if that was what Miyuki wanted. Miyuki simply shook her head: it was likely best that they handle this themselves – Miyuki didn’t want these people in jail after all, she wanted them dead and gone. Suna was willing to follow her lead, and even mentioned that she deserved first crack at the assholes: she didn’t really care who killed them or how, she just wanted them dead so that they couldn’t hurt anyone else as they had done to her.

”Fastest way would probably be to just take a peak inside one of their heads… otherwise we could end up tailing whoever we decide to follow for a while. No telling they’d go straight back to whatever they’re calling their hideout this time. They’re a little bit smarter than the average criminal: it’s how they went so long without being found the first time around. We should just grab one up and interrogate them…” She paused, thinking a moment about what she was going to say next. ”Let’s also hold off on telling the Commander… you’re right, she has enough on her plate. Besides… I don’t know her policy with handling situations like this. I don’t want these guys in jail… I want them all dead and gone. I think myself, and everyone else they’ve hurt will sleep a lot better knowing they’re dead instead of just rotting in a cell somewhere where they could escape or con their way out somehow.” She remembered those days soon after she had been found and freed: she had spent every night afraid to close her eyes because she was scared that either she would wake up to find her rescue had all been a dream or wake up to find out that one of those bastards had found her again. She didn’t want anyone else having to deal with that: better they were all dead than locked up – even if it made her a murderer to kill any who tried to surrender.

”I wonder if that one who was in the stall is still nearby… “, she pondered out loud. He seemed like the best target to start with after all.

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Miyuki agreed that the fastest way of going about things would be to snatch one of them and have a look inside his memories. Following him around until he went back to where they were holding up could go all day. She said these guys were smarter than the normal rabble they were used to dealing with, but they couldn't have been all that bright.

Miyuki also agreed on holding off reporting anything to Boss Uno, because she would probably have them arrested. Jail would be like a vacation to these morons; they deserved death and nothing less. "He's still there," Suna replied to Miyuki when she asked if the one she'd seen earlier was nearby. "Give me a second and i'll fetch him..."

Suna waited in the shadows. it took a few, but eventually the man in question left the merchant's stall and went to move on. But for some odd reason, he felt himself being pulled, slowly at first. A puzzled look was on his face. The pull was slow in the beginning so that he wouldn't draw any attention to the rest of the people moving back and fourth. But when he was between the buildings he was socked in the face several hard times and grabbed by his throat as he began to be dragged.

Suna dragged the man blinded by punches currently back behind the buildings where no one else was. Several more hard punches came, drawing blood and making the man yelp and groan in pain. Suna shoved him, causing him to run into the nearby concrete wall with his face and go crashing into garbage cans as he fell to the ground. "Hello sweetheart," Suna said, floating above him with his arms folded. "You've won the wet t-shirt contest! And I know all about your little cult that kidnaps people to turn them into slaves and whatever else. You can tell us everything you know about that shit, or we can go inside of your head and pluck it out. Either way doesn't matter to me."

Word Count: 9,889 + 347 = 10,236

Suna told her that the guy was still here, and he’d grab him. Miyuki nodded and waited; her anxiety for once not spiking. She was ready for this and there was nothing to be afraid of. By the time the man came into view for her she saw Suna hit him numerous times and then grab him up by his throat and drag him deeper into the alley way. She watched then as Suna hit him several more times, causing sounds of pain: none of which Miyuki cared about – in fact, if she was honest with herself she wanted to hear the asshole screaming. But, that would have been counter productive and would have brought more attention to them than they needed right now.

Suna shoved him then, causing him to hit a wall and then some garbage cans. He mentioned how he knew about the little cult that the guy belonged to that kidnapped people which was about when the guy went from looking scared to downright piss himself terrified. ”You… you what? Who told you that?”

”That’d be me.”, Miyuki spoke up, and to her credit her voice didn’t waver: no fear showed in it. ”You might remember me… because now that I get a better look at your face – even as bloody as it is – I sure as HELL remember you. Which reminds me… I owe you something.” With those words Miyuki walked over, the guy staring at her as he attempted to place where he knew her from. Miyuki pulled her foot back and with all of her might kicked him directly in the side of his ribs. Miyuki, before the guy got a chance to start screaming, bent down and cupped her hand over his mouth just as he had done to her. ”See… now I’m probably sure I broke a few more of your ribs than you did mine… but as you once said to me ‘shut up, bitch’.” She probably wouldn’t admit it right away but that kind of felt… good. Okay, it felt more than good; it felt downright pleasant to be able to give that guy back the same kick in the ribs he had given her.

”Now, where are your friends at? I’m damn sure there’s more of you.” She released her hold on the guys mouth so that he could actually respond but of course he was going to be stubborn about it.

”N...no. No I won’t tell you. Of course he wouldn’t. The truth was though his friends had all but taken over a minor village just a few hours run from where they were. They had complete and total control of it and had basically turned it into another haven for their sick ways. They were attempting to expand on the ‘cattle’ as they called it which was precisely why this guy and his friends were currently in the village: they were looking for more people to kidnap.

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Miyuki took the credit for telling Suna about their perv cult. She said the guy might remember her, because she surely remembered him. After saying she owed him something she placed a hard kick to his side, snapping ribs. Before he could start screaming  she covered his mouth and told him to shut up, as he'd once done her. When she asked where his friends were, she said he wouldn't tell.

Suna reached a hand towards him. A wave of sand moved fourth from the gourd, covering and twisting about the man, engulfing him from head to toe like a large snake. A terrified expression was on his face. Suna raised his arm, making him lift up from the ground and levitate. She closed his hand somewhat causing the sand to being constricting, breaking bones. Muffled pop sounds came from within the sand.

He tried to scream, but Sand would rise to momentarily cover his mouth, blocking the sound. "You sure you don't wanna talk?" Suna asked casually. "Your legs are gone. Even if a skilled medic got to you, you're probably never gonna walk again. And... ah, there goes your left arm. Feels like your pelvis is just about finished... Want me to keep going? I can just look in your head myself and see it with my own eyes, but I wanna hear it from you."

Miyuki had probably already gotten the info from him herself, but torturing someone who was used to torturing others was fun to Suna. It excited him to no end to see the pained and terrified looks on those who were used to bullying people who were in no condition to fight back or defend themselves. He planned to kill this creep either way it went.

Word Count: 10,236 + 294 = 10,530

Miyuki watched as Suna reached a hand toward the man, already kind of figuring what was about to happen as she took a step back. Sure enough sand came forth like a wave and engulfed the majority of the man. If the man had had any hope of escaping before it was completely gone now; and with the terrified expression on his face Miyuki figured he knew it. Suna caused the man still wrapped up in sand to lift in the air before with another simple gesture he began to crush him: she could hear the bones snapping and crunching. When the man began to try and scream Suna solved the problem in a similar method to what she had done, only using sand.

None of this bothered Miyuki: most times she didn’t like watching people get tortured. She would have normally tried to stop it, or fix the situation depending on the reasoning. Not this time. Definitely not this time. This man deserved every ounce of suffering he was given because of all he had dished out – not just to her but to others as well. ”You know… I’d tell him what he wants to know before there’s nothing left to your skeleton but dust…”, Miyuki stated calmly, keeping a very passive and calm look on her face.

”This.. this isn’t you. You used to be such a sweet girl… “

A growl of a sound escaped Miyuki then as her rage, her well contained and often hidden rage, suddenly swelled to the surface. ”Shut. Your. Mouth.” Each word was spoken with venom, each word filled with her anger and hatred for this man and those like him; and each word had chakra laced in it that caused Miwaku to trigger and the man’s mouth to snap shut on his own accord even though with the noises he was making he was clearly trying to still speak but unable to do so because he could no longer get his brain to function enough for his mouth to open.

Miwaku:

”You’re right, I used to be a sweet girl. Then you and your monstrous friends decided to turn me into something that is incredibly dangerous and unpredictable, something that you all should fear: a survivor. I’m going to make sure each and every single one of you pays for what you’ve done before you die… and none of your deaths will be quick. Now tell us what we want to know...”

”We took over a minor village a few hours from here; if you follow the east path out of the village you can’t miss it. We have the leader of the little villages daughter and threaten to harm her if he doesn’t keep allowing us to run our operation out of his village. There are ten runners and we break off into two groups, five each. Five of us are in another village right now and five of us including myself are here. There are fifteen move of us back at the village not including our new leader. There are currently sixteen hostages; four children – three girls and one boy – and the rest teenagers – two boys and the rest are girls. We keep them housed underground, the only way inside is through a trap door in the basement of our leader’s house. There are seals in the walls that only the leader himself can open, if anyone else attempts to trigger them it will cause all of the seals to activate an emergency measure which will kill everyone inside of the room including the hostages.”, the man spoke, his voice trance like due to the Miwaku jutsu’s influence over him.

Miyuki glanced toward Suna. ”I think that’s about all we need to know...”

Chakra: 1,175 - 25 = 1,150
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This was a new side to Miyuki that Suna was seeing. For some reason, since he'd given her his Psychic Release, he could tune into how she was feeling pretty much without even trying. While normally in situations like that she was squeamish and girly, right now she was showing a real devious, cold side. This guy had really screwed her over in the past. The pained/terrified look on his face was a satisfying sight to Suna as well.

Myuki said that he should speak up before his skeleton got turned into dust, and he responded that this wasn't her; that she used to be such a sweet girl. This only pissed Miyuki off even more than she already was, signaled by the growl that came from her throat. She told him to Shut. His. Mouth. Since he followed orders so quickly, Suna knew that she'd used her talking genjutsu on him. She said that while she did used to be sweet, they'd turned her into a beast; a survivor. She said she was going to go after all of them and make sure they all died slowly.

She ordered him with more genjutsu to spill what he knew, and he told them all of the juicy details. They'd taken over a village not far from Hana. They took the leader's daughter captive as leverage, and made threats to her safety if they didn't allow these morons to run their operation there. Four others were here in Hana somewhere, and 5 others were in another village. 15 guys were back in the village they were using as a HQ. They had hostages that they kept underground in a rigged room. If anyone else other than the leader attempted to go in, a trap would go off that would kill the hostages.

When he was done talking, Miyuki said that this was all they needed to know. Suna looked back at this idiot and had his own look inside of his head. Finding the faces of the other 4 in Hana was easy enough; he now knew what they looked like.
"Yeah, you're right," Suna said. "And now I know what your perverted child molesting buddies look like. they'll be joining you soon enough, so enjoy your ride to hell."

Suna closed his hand into a fist. The sand compressed upon him totally, turning him into a red stain. Afterwards, the sand returned to the gourd, more than satisfied with it's meal of blood. "There's 4 more of these perverts here. We can go after all of them together, or you could take 2 and I could take 2... doesn't matter to me how we do it, the choice is yours."

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Suna seemed to have taken a look inside of the guys head himself due to the comment he made; he knew what the guys friends looked like and it wouldn’t be all that difficult to find them. She remembered the group he used to run around with so she figured she would know them already when she saw them. Suna told the guy to enjoy his ride to Hell and then crushed him to death with the sand that had been constricted around him: Miyuki felt no remorse for being a part in his life being taken. People like him should never have been allowed to roam freely in the first place.

”Hmm… it’d be faster if we split up, but chances are if they grabbed someone already the person they grabbed is going to need medical attention and I’d be useless in that situation alone. Their methods range from drugging people if they can manage it to knocking them outright cold or worse.” She could remember some very nasty injuries that had come through; even though those bastards had had their own medics on call sometimes the hostages just didn’t make it. Of course from what she had heard the guys didn’t get paid for bringing back dead ones, but that didn’t mean that accidents and serious injuries still didn’t happen.

”All I ask is if he’s running around still with this big and beefy guy with a tattoo on his left cheek of a broken heart and a whip chain wrapped around his waist… I want him. He’s the one who killed my mom.” Given that Suna had his sensory Miyuki would rely on him to lead the way: he’d find these bastards faster than she would, that was for sure, or else they’d be wandering around for a while if she led the way. ”I’m sure you can find them faster than me, so I’ll follow you.”, which is precisely what she would do were Suna to begin moving again.

Miyuki wasn’t normally this anxious to kill – in fact while she knew that taking a life was just sometimes the shinobi way of life she preferred to allow people to live when she could – but when it came to these guys she wanted them dead and gone. She was ready for this fight, prepared now, and she knew Suna had her back. This day had been a long time coming and she would make sure she saw the rest of these scumbags destroyed so that this kind of organization couldn’t be established again – even if it meant getting in trouble with Commander Uno for committing over a dozen murders on what was considered her land.

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Miyuki wasn't for splitting up. They could have grabbed someone already, and they'd probably need medical help. They used drugs and physical violence to nab people. The 4 still in Hana were probably all operating solo to grab more as opposed to if they all worked together. So the best way to handle thing would be to stop them one by one.

Miyuki said that if a big guy with a tattoo on his face was here, that she wanted him. Suna remembered him from when he looked into her memories. The piece of shit that killed her mother. Suna folded his legs under him, sitting in mid-air as he closed his eyes, concentrating. There was a skill that Kinzoku taught him back in Kurayamigakure that he never really got to use. He figured now was the best time to use it.

Suna had the scent of this morons that he'd just crushed. The others would likely have the same scent. From this position, Suna began to search Hana, looking everywhere from the upper districts to the slums. The 4 others stood out clearly; an aura leaked from them like smoke. 2 were in the slums, scouting the prostitute-looking females near the docks that often lured tourists to be robbed and beaten, as they'd tried to do him once. One was in the upper residential district.

The 4th was the man in question. Big. Muscular. Tattoos. Suna remembered his face clearly. He was in the upper most district near the admin buildings and the hotel. "I see him," Suna said, unfolding his legs. "Follow me..." He took off quickly out of the alley.

The big man was stalking a well dressed, attractive female. He looked to be waiting for the right time to stick her with a syringe that he had in his right hand, likely filled with a drug that would put her under. Right when it seemed the best time to get her, he went to make his move, but was suddenly punched hard in the face, breaking his nose. He yelled and was blinded by white spots and blood. He could feel his left ankle grabbed and himself being dragged airborne.

Suna socked him and quickly yanked him from the scene before too many people could see him. He dragged him through the air to the top of a nearby building where no one else was. Suna threw the big man with one arm, causing him to slam into a wall on the rooftop. Suna hovered over the rooftop, staring down at the man. "All yours, Miyuki. Gift wrapped on a silver platter. I figured i'd give you two some alone time too, so you can get well re-acquainted."

Unless he sprouted wings, he wasn't getting down from here.

Word Count: 10,984 + 465 = 11,449

Suna sat in mid air and Miyuki figured whatever he was about to do was going to require concentration so she kept silent and patiently waited. After a moment Suna spoke saying that he saw him, and to follow him. Miyuki nodded: seemed like she would have her revenge against her mother’s killer sooner rather than later. When Suna took off Miyuki quickly followed. The guy in question she could spot easily enough once he came into sight: he looked almost exactly how he had the day Miyuki’s mother had been killed.

As Suna hit the man he yelled out, blinded by his own blood. Suna removed him from the scene before too many people could take notice, taking him to a place more suited for what was about to happen: a roof top. Suna had essentially just given her the greatest gift ever: the chance at revenge, brought to her on the proverbial silver platter. She had loved her mother and this man had taken her away: killed her. Miyuki was going to destroy him, but first she was going to scare the shit out of him.

She landed on the roof, feet touching the ground quietly. ”I’m not sure if you’ll remember me… but I remember you. I made a promise to you once after you killed my mother that I’d make sure you pay for it… “

The man wouldn’t scare so easy of course and was already on his feet despite the injury Suna had given him. ”Oh, I remember you… Remember your mother too. Had some fun with her before I killed her. Real pretty lady….”

”Don’t. Talk. About. My. Mother.”, her voice was angry sounding, yet her mind was calm. This was part of her plan. She had a specific Genjutsu in mind but to trigger it without affecting anyone else she would have to have to get in close so that only the bastard taunting her would be affected.

”Seems I’ve touched a nerve. What’s wrong, darling. Don’t like hearing about how much fun your mom was?”

”Shut. Your. Mouth.”

The man laughed and Miyuki took the chance to start what would be a chain of events that would lead to the mans death. The first thing she did was execute a simple but effective jutsu to blind the man: Solar Flare. Miyuki raised her hands so that fingers were spread wide with the palm flattened and facing inward, the tips of the middle and ring fingers touching her temple and face. Miyuki then channeled a burst of chakra to her hands, releasing it instantaneously as a blinding flash of light. Just as she had been expecting the man was caught in it and stumbled, blindly.

Ninja Art – Solar Flare:

Miyuki rushed forward then, seizing on her opening to get in close enough. As she got closer she leaned in and whispered ”Say hello to the Devil for me....” before darting off before she could be grabbed or stopped by some means; returning to her original position on the roof. The words acted as a trigger for the next portion of her attack: a Genjutsu known as Mist Servant Technique. This would cause the man, as the blinding effects of the previous jutsu wore off, to see several copies of Miyuki emerging from different surfaces. These copies of her – not solid, nor able to cause harm – began to surround the man and reach toward him giving him the sensation of being touched without actually doing so. In defense the man began to swing desperately, but each time he ‘hit’ one of these copies two more emerged from the one he hit causing them to multiple. After only a few hits the man was finding himself more and more surrounded. ”NO! DON’T TOUCH ME. GET AWAY FROM ME.”, he shouted, panicked now.

Mist Servant Technique:

”Deja vu… those words sound familiar. I’m pretty sure that’s what my mother told you, begged of you, that day...”, Miyuki spoke coldly. The man, who was becoming more and more terrified, just kept swinging at the copies and creating more and more as he began to back toward the ledge of the building.

It was then Miyuki put her final trick into play and initiated the last Genjutsu: False Surroundings Technique. Miyuki manipulated the area within this 18 meter bubble, making it look as if there was some kind of board that connected this roof to the other behind the man; the Genjutsu wouldn’t work on everyone, just those who entered into the affected area, which was precisely where the guy was.

False Surroundings Technique:

Just as Miyuki thought would happen as he kept backing away from the copies that kept duplicating each time they were hit he looked behind him ‘saw’ the board that connected this building to the next and turned running to it… only to fall right into empty air and down into the alley way. All of her Genjutsu dispersed as Miyuki walked her way over to the ledge calmly and looked down: he was badly broken, aspirating on his own blood, as he began to die a painful and drawn out death.

”People are going to learn not to try and hurt those I love...” The man wasn’t going to last much longer and there’d be no way for him to move: his spine was shattered. There was nothing left for the man but to lay there in agony until death came calling in the next twenty or so seconds.

Chakra: 1,150 – 10 – 10 – 15 = 1,115
Word Count: 912 | 13,890

Miyuki didn't hesitate to begin her long awaited revenge. The guy tried to get cocky at first, but he was soon sorry he said anything. Miyuki put some genjutsu into play, and Suna watched as he started swinging at something that wasn't really there. The cockiness he once displayed was now gone, replaced with terror. It was well deserved. Suna honestly wondered why Miyuki wasn't doing this guy worse, such as breaking each and every one of his bones one by one, but then he figured breaking his mind and scaring him shitless was just as good.

Something else was put into play, and the man suddenly turned and ran for the building's edge, probably seeing something else that wasn't really there. Suna thought that maybe he was trying to escape, but that wasn't the case. He fell off the edge, and splat below. Suna had hovered over beforehand to watch him fall. He was finished... There was no healing that, even if he wanted to. He was still alive, but not for long. Some of Boss Uno's guard would find him sooner or later, and dispose of him.

"Good riddance," Suna said. "There's one more guy over in the residential district, then 2 working as a team down by the docks, in the slums. I'll deal with the one up here..." Suna began making his way towards the ground...

The individual in the residential district had syringes with drugs in them the same as the last guy, and was also stalking a pretty girl who was showing off a lot of skin. He wasn't as big and muscular as the last guy, but just as dangerous. Suna wasn't able to get to him before he grabbed the girl, dragging her in an alley and injecting her with a syringe. "Ah haha, a fighter," he said with a sinister grin on his lips. "That I like!"

"Then you're gonna love me, sweetie!" said Suna. The man looked up as he was hit by and uppercut. He was launched airborne. While in the air upside down, he was kicked in the back. As he began to fly forward, something flew past him very quickly, and afterwards he ran into something hard with his chest. A choke sound came from his mouth with blood. An axe kick came down and hit him in the crotch. He screamed in soprano and fell to the ground, crashing onto his head and elbows. "Ohhhh, stay with me beautiful, this is only the beginning!"

Suna went through his pockets, coming up with more of the syringes. Some had a green colored fluid in them, while there were others with fluid colored blue. Suna looked at the girl nearby lying on the ground in a daze. "You guys make decent perverts like me look real bad.... This green stuff must be a downer, while these blue ones must be the stuff that brings them out of it, an upper. Miyuki, here, give that girl one of the blue ones." he handed some of the syringes towards her.

"What the--who-who the hell are you!?" said the man, gathering himself and wiping off blood. "Do you know who the FUCK YOU'RE DEALING WITH?? You're DEAD!"

"Aren't we all? We live and we die, child molester. But you're in no position to be making threats. You got any last words before your all expenses paid trip to hell?"

"YOU FUCKING LITTLE WEIRDO---"

"Bad choice. Farewell."

He tried to say something else, but was interrupted by sand. Musty, burgundy colored sand still damp with his pal's blood went into his mouth. his eyes bulged as gallons of it went inside of him. His torso and throat began to expand. Snaps and pops could be heard as ligament and tendons popped, and bones fractured. One by one the break of ribs could be heard as more and more sand went inside of him through his mouth, causing him to grow and expand even more. He tried to choke, looking terrified, but couldn't.

The man exploded, leaving nothing behind but his legs and arms. The sand gathered and moved itself back into his gourd again. "3 down, 2 to go..."

Word Count: 11,449 + 705 = 12,154

There was no way the guy was coming back from the mental, emotional, and physical damage Miyuki had caused and so she turned her attention back onto Suna who had hovered over before the man had fallen. He mentioned that there was one guy in the residential district and then two who were working as a team down by the docks in the slums. He wanted to handle the one up here to which Miyuki nodded: so long as the rest died she didn’t care who did it. Miyuki followed after Suna, off of the roof and toward the guy in question who was stalking another female: he too had syringes filled with whatever drug they would pump into their victims. The guy grabbed the girl he had been stalking and dragged her into alley, injecting her with the drug in the syringe.

Suna began his attack with a serious of hits that ended up with the guy on the ground singing soprano. Suna went through his pockets pulling out what looked to be two separate drugs both of which were in syringes. Suna made a comment that people like him gave perverts like Suna a bad name. He went on to explain that the green stuff must’ve been what knocked them out while the blue stuff was what would bring them around again. When Suna handed them toward her she took them, nodding to his instructions of giving one of the blue ones to the girl. ”Will do.”

Miyuki focused her attention onto the girl, ignoring the man who was likely going to be in a great deal more pain soon than he already was. She carefully pulled one of the blue syringes free from the rest and took the protective plastic cap off of it. Kneeling down by the girl she took one of her arms and carefully checked for an appropriate vein in her arm: she wasn’t a medic, but she had been given enough shots with antibiotics in them to fight off infection by Emiko sensei to know at least a little of what she was doing. Once she found a vein she pushed the needle in as gently as she could and then injected the blue liquid into the unconscious female.

Once she was done, and had carefully removed the needle of the syringe, she glanced backward in time to see the man explode. Suna made a comment about three being down, and two more to go. Miyuki stood back up, glancing to the girl who was already beginning to come around. She was ready to go take care of the rest hunting in Hanagakure. This had already been a close call, she didn’t want to risk one of them actually getting further than just drugging their next helpless victim.

"Should we tell someone about her?", she asked, nodding toward the girl. She had no idea how well that blue medicine would work, or if the girl would need more care.

Word Count: 467 | 14,357

Suna nodded his head. He floated out of the alley, looking around. One of Boss Uno's guards walked by on patrol and Suna grabbed his shoulder. "Hey, yo. There's a girl back there, some pedophile tried to rape her. She's been drugged, can you help her out?' The guard nodded and ran into the alley. "Oh and don't mind the dead guy! he can't molest anyone anymore!"

This was probably going to attract the attention of Boss Uno, but maybe it was for the best. Suna wanted to stop these guys just the same as Miyuki, to prevent this from happening to anyone else. Suna motioned for Miyuki to follow him and took off, flying horizontally with his arms stretched out somewhat, his sleeves flapping around next to him. Clouds of dust rose from the ground from his movement. Suna moved fast, but not as fast as he could, so that Miyuki could keep up with him. He moved left and right to dodge people walking, sometimes doing barrel rolls.

Suna flew out of the upper districts and down into the slum area. He knew exactly where the last 2 were, and what they looked like. One was pretty chubby with a big hammer on his back. Another one was wearing a mask that hid his identity, having many small knives as weapons. Both of them had syringes just like the last guy. Suna sent a telepathic picture of the guy with the mask to Miyuki. "You take him, i'll handle the fat one," he said, pointing in the direction of the masked creep. He then flew off in the direction of the fat one, thinking about how he wanted to make him squeal in pain...

Word Count: 12,154 + 289 = 12,443

Suna caught the attention of a guard on patrol and informed him about the girl, the fact that she had been drugged, as well as the dead body that was back in the alley way, too. The guard rushed off toward where the girl was and Miyuki in turn followed after Suna as they began to make their way toward the remaining scumbags that were scouring the village for potential hostages. She was sure that Commander Uno was going to hear about this situation sooner rather than later but Miyuki didn’t care: these villains needed stopped and if anyone had to a right to do it it was them.

Suna sent her a telepathic image of the masked man and pointed in the direction he was; he’d take the other while she took on the masked wearer. Miyuki nodded. ”Got it.” Without hesitation she darted off in the direction of the masked villain all while contemplating how she was going to take him out. Up until now she had been using mostly Genjutsu but perhaps it was time to change that up…

Miyuki spotted the mask wearer and slowed as she neared before coming to a complete stop. The guy didn’t even seem to notice her since he was so busy stalking his next victim. He had a syringe in his hand as the man before had but Miyuki had no intentions of letting him stick anyone with it. Instead, she decided to call him out in his pursuit. ”Let me guess… you stick someone with that syringe and it’s night time, yeah?” The guy probably would have been rattled had he not had better self control. As it was he turned toward Miyuki with a nasty look on his face – a look that faded fairly quickly when he got a good look at her. ”So am I right? You knock them out so you can drag them back to your little HQ… Have your way with them, beat them, then sell them to the highest bidder. Am I missing anything?”

”How… how do you know that?”

Miyuki didn’t miss the fact that he was reaching toward a pouch on his person as he spoke. Weapons were flung at her with the kind of skill that came with practice and yet not a single one touched her as Miyuki’s passive wind shield once more came into play; deflecting the weapons and sending them flying off in random directions. ”You’re going to have to be a little faster than that if you want to touch me. As far as how I know that… let’s just say I’m the reason ninety percent of your group got wiped out a while ago.”

It took the man a moment but then it seemed to dawn on him exactly who Miyuki was. With this revelation came anger, lots and lots of anger. Miyuki could see it in the way the man’s face screwed up and turned reddish purple: it would have been funny with how he looked like he was going to explode if it wasn’t for the seriousness of the situation. ”You! I hoped one day I’d get a chance to kill you and it seems I finally have!”, the man exclaimed before rushing at her with weapons in his hands: knives.

Miyuki wasn’t sure what he was thinking: she had deflected his other attack with ease. Had he simply thought that Miyuki had dodged it even though she clearly hadn’t moved? That of course hadn’t been the case, not at all. But, she wasn’t going to try explaining that to him: he’d learn soon enough. Miyuki simply stood there, arms folded across her chest and her hair and clothing rippling in the wind that had picked up around her. The man neared he raised his hand, prepared to take a slash at her, only as the blade broke through the field of her wind shield along with the hand holding it it was turned to nothing but a mist of blood as if thousands of tiny little razor blades had shredded it into that state. Given the man’s momentum, even though he clearly saw his hand turned to mist, he was going too fast to stop the rest of himself from impacting her as well: or rather, being turned to a bloody mist by her wind shield.

”Well, that’s not exactly how I was going to handle that situation but I suppose it works...” The man was dead, and that was all that mattered. With her opponent gone she headed back in the direction Suna had gone wondering how his confrontation had gone.

Chakra: 1,115 – 30 = 1,085
Word Count: 772 | 15,129

Miyuki flew off one way, and Suna kept going forward, speeding up. Around a few turns ahead was the big man. He had picked up 2 young girls and was attempting to make off with them. Both of them were struggling. The big man had knocked out 2 of Boss Uno's guard. He was kissing and licking one girl in a sloppy fashion, while the other struggled in his other arm, punching and kicking him. The one being kissed and licked was trying to push his head away, but his hand was so big that he easily gripped her waist with one palm.

Suna turned a corner and flew toward him full charge. Suna turned to his left as he neared, sending his right foot towards the small of his back. It impacted with a boom-like sound, causing the big man to lose his grip on both girls. Suna's sand came out to grab both of the girls and set them down safely on their feet. The big man went flying forward to slam into a wall and trash barrels, eventually landing face down.

The girls looked up to see Suna floating there. "You ladies alright? Are you hurt?" Suna asked, never taking his eyes off the big man, who lay there groveling in pain.

"No, i'm-i'm alright," responded the girl who was forcibly being kissed.

"I'm okay," said the other girl. "How... how did you do that?... You're such a little guy, but... you knocked him off his feet... Are you really that strong?"

"Big things come in small packages! Not only am I small, I can dance too!" Suna danced an airborne jig. Despite the potentially horrible situation they were just in, the girls both giggled. Suna got back serious. "Now for my next trick... For trying to kidnap people from my new village, I'm going to kill this big pervert here. You two might want to give me some space, because this is gonna get messy."

The two girls cleared out but didn't leave as the big man got to his feet. "WHOOO HIT MEEEE!?" he yelled. He turned to see Suna hovering there, staring at him. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOOOUUU!?"

"I'm your prom date you fat piece of SHIT!" was Suna's response, making the big man reach back to pull off that big hammer. He yelled loudly and swung it towards him in a slow, predictable arc. Suna easily dodged it. The big man swung over and over, breathing harder and harder with each swing. Suna began to counter with hard punches and kicks to the face, gut and legs.

Suna swung a hard haymaker towards the big man's gut, making the fat ripple like water when it impacted. His eyes bulged and he began to foam at the mouth and nose. Suna reached back and caused some of his sand to create a long blade of glass. he next performed an uppercut-like swing, causing the blade to enter the bottom of his chin and exit the top of his head. The big man began to choke and grasp at the blade, cutting his hands up as he tried pulling it out. The foam mixed with blood. Eventually, the big man fell down while convulsing, making several final futile attempts at pulling the glass blade out of his head. After a few moments, he stopped breathing and let out his final breath. A crimson pool began to spread around his head.

"You're dumped..."

Word Count: 12,443 + 583 = 13,026

Upon arrival onto the scene it was clear that Suna had had just as much luck with his opponent as she had had with hers. Even with the large bastard having been wielding a hammer he had been no match for the likes of Suna. There were two females nearby, likely people who the big bastard had just been trying to kidnap, or about to at least. Everyone who was supposed to be lurking in Hanagakure and kidnapping people had been taken care of, that meant it was time to move on.

The village that was the main headquarters of this sick and twisted operation was said to be only a few hours from here, but Miyuki knew that given the speeds at which her and Suna could move it likely wouldn’t take that long to get there. There was also the fact that five more individuals were lurking in another village who were likely kidnapping other hostages if they hadn’t already. Miyuki wasn’t sure what she wanted to do but she thought on it quickly enough: even if people had been kidnapped chances were they’d be taken to the headquarters right away: keeping hostages in another village would only draw unwanted attention to them and cause problems. That meant chances are they’d find everyone in the same place – or that the five bastards who were elsewhere would arrive late to a very violent party.

”We should move on to the minor village next… I’m sure the other five who are supposed to be elsewhere will be along there shortly to the village. I don’t see them dawdling too long in whatever village they’re in since it’ll only draw unwanted attention to them.”

Miyuki glanced toward the two females; neither one of them seemed to be harm or in needed of medical attention. She was sure someone would be along shortly, a guard of Commander Uno’s, to find the body. ”If they’re alright we should get moving...” Miyuki’s revenge had not been sated yet – and her usual happy self was still gone – and all she wished for was to have this business done and behind her.

Were Suna to not object Miyuki would take off in the direction of the village, following the mental map she had pulled forth out of the bastards brain when she had taken a look. She moved in silence but quickness, knowing that Suna would have no issues keeping up with her as she went. Soon the village of Hanagakure would be left far behind as she moved forward still. The road beneath her feet would move on and on until finally she suddenly would veer off to the left as she headed toward the cliffs she had seen in the bastards memories. She would reach them fairly quickly, slowing to a stop as she reached them. Below her was a kind of camp created by the men who were kidnapping hostages. The set up was familiar, one which she had seen before. ”If I’m thinking correctly… from what I’ve known from the time before… the leader will be in the tent in the center… If he’s as big a coward as the last he won’t reveal himself until most of his men are dead… We could attack them openly, or kill them one by one.. I’m sure they’re… busy.” The last word was bitten out with hatred: busy indeed, busy with their hostages. ”It wouldn’t be that difficult to get the slip on them...” She would wait before making her move: she wanted Suna’s opinion on how he wanted to approach: which plan he wanted to follow, or to see if he had a different one altogether.

Word Count: 617 | 15,746

Miyuki arrived soon after. That meant that her guy had to be dead. She said that they should go to the village next, as the other 5 out scouting would return there soon since they didn't dawdle about when doing their jobs. Suna nodded his head. He turned and sent a thumbs-up to the 2 girls, and they returned the gesture with smiles.

Suna took off after Miyuki. They left out of Hana and took to the wilds. This trip would have taken way longer if they were on foot; flying made them cover a lot more ground way quicker. They followed the road until Miyuki went off to the left, eventually coming before a cliff. Suna came to a stop and looked down below, where there was a camp.

Miyuki said the leader was in the center camp, and probably wouldn't come out until most of his guys were dead. She said that they were busy in a certain way, which told Suna that they were probably down there getting nasty with females they'd kidnapped. Suna could have looked and found out, but he didn't want to see something he'd regret.

"Tell ya what... i'll go down there and make a scene. While all the henchmen's attention is on me, you take out the leader. Then when the 5 who're out get back we can surprise them. Sound good?" suggested Suna. Were she cool with this plan, Suna would dive off the cliff next, headed down towards the camp.

There were other tents scattered about, surrounding the main tent. Lamps were illuminating them from within, and the shadows clearly let those outside know what was going on inside. Suna swiftly began flying into the tents, grabbing the males with his telekinesis and dragging them outside. He flew into every tent, grabbing the male, until he had 4 naked guys behind him being dragged through the air. All of them were yelling and protesting.

Suna caused them all to crash into each other in a large, sweaty man pile. They all fell and crashed hard to the ground. Suna hovered above with his arms folded. "You know... I can't even begin to stress how gross that had to be," he said, shaking his head. "But when it comes to pedophiles and molesters like you morons, I can't bring myself to care either. You guys ready to die? Because you're going to die..."

Word Count: 13,026 + 405 = 13,431

Suna had a plan: he would go down and distract the goons and while their attention was on Suna she could take out the leader. Then when the others arrived back from snatching up more people they could surprise them. She had no issues with this plan and thus nodded in agreement. ”Alright, let’s do it.” Suna took off, diving over the cliff, and Miyuki followed a heartbeat of a second later.

While Suna went about starting his own havoc, dragging sweaty naked men out of tents, Miyuki focused her attention on the tent in the center, where she knew the leader to be. Just like the other tents that were lit from the inside the main tent in the center of this strange camp was also lit up; larger than the rest she still had a general idea of what was going on as she neared – even before she heard the noises inside. There was a very large male inside who was standing over a table; from the gesture it looked like he was washing his face. On a rectangular object which she assumed to be a bed looked to be a small figure struggling against what Miyuki assumed was bonds.

As Miyuki neared she lowered herself down to the ground and crouched low so she wouldn’t be spotted from any light coming from outside of the tent. “You’re going to be well worth the money I paid for you...” Miyuki realized with those words that the girl hadn’t been touched yet. While she had been planning on moving fast before, now she was going to do so even quicker – she didn’t want that girl harmed. She was probably going to be traumatized enough, after all. Carefully Miyuki lifted up the bottom of the tent and slipped inside. The girl on the bed noticed her almost immedaitely but the man still had his back to her. Miyuki lifted a finger to her mouth in a gesture of silence and the girl nodded, resuming to struggle against her bonds. “Keep on fighting but you’re not going to get away….”

”Yes she will.” The man turned upon hearing Miyuki’s voice and Miyuki realized suddenly she knew him: she hadn’t recognized him from the back but the scar on his face gave him away – this was the same bastard who had hurt her. ”You…..”

“Miyuki… how nice to see you again. I’m a bit busy but if you’d like you can stick around and we’ll chat later. You can even watch if you’d like.”

”You fucking son if a bitch.” Rage pulsed through her, pure rage. With this rage something began to happen: the mixture of rage and Psychic Release began to cause it to manifest a physical form. Miyuki grabbed her head with a pained groan as suddenly, stepping out from behind her, came another Miyuki – this one was naked, covered in all manner of scars – the Miyuki who had been tortured and all of the rage that had come with that in a psychical form. The Angry Princess as the name echoed through her mind walked over to the man who was very stunned and shocked and lifted him up. The Angry Princess through him into the tent wall and through it before following after him to begin a vicious physical attack: punching and kicking him. The real Miyuki untied the girl and released her, grabbing a robe and wrapping it around her. The pair followed the Angry Princess out of the tent who was currently in the process of bashing the man’s face into a wall – seeming oblivious to the attacks he was launching back to her.

Word Count: 610 | 16,356