Post by Tensei Kaori on Sept 19, 2006 18:36:55 GMT -5
Utatane Ryoichi was furious. Their mission was a disastrous failure. Most of them were wounded, some seriously, and worse than that - their Trump Card had turned out to be a traitor. And on top of that, he had taken the prisoner with him! Ryoichi knew he never should have trusted the man.
"Kawagiri Haru..." he seethed. "ARGH!" The fiery-tempered Shinobi let out his anger on a nearby tree, punching a good-sided chunk out of its bark. "Augh!" He pulled his hand back in disgust, trying to wipe off the sticky sap that had flowed out of the tree to cover the offending fist.
"That's what you get, Ryoichi-sama, for treating a tree like that," quipped the rail-skinny Tadako, who was the best off out of anyone in their group. How she managed, Ryoichi had no idea.
"Now, now, Tadako-kun," admonished the curvaceous Sumi, who was reclining on a low-lying branch. She had already been bandaged up, and was now resting to regain her energy. "Ryoichi-sama is our leader, and we should respect him."
"Gomen ne, Ane-san..." replied an embarrassed Tadako.
"Why are you apologizing to me? You should ---" Sumi cut off when a blood-curdling shriek echoed across the forest.
"Oh, would you BE QUIET?" exclaimed Yasashiku as he attempted to pin the howling Masazaku down. "You're just making it worse for yourself in the end, you know."
"I don't care, I don't care!" shrieked the group's explosives expert. It burns!"
"I KNOW it burns!" growled Yasashiku, ripping away a torn piece of shirt - much to Masazaku's displeasure. "That's what you get for being so reckless in a fight against a fire user." Masazaku just groaned. "Oi, oi, quit complaining," the older man admonished. "You need to take a couple lessons from Shigekazu over there."
"Mmm." was all Shigekazu said. He was propped up rather uselessly against another tree; the antidote he had taken against the redheaded woman's poison wasn't working as well as it should have. Ryoichi couldn't help but wonder if there would be any permanent effects.
"Yasashiku-jiisan, you're just making it worse for yourself, arguing with him like that," Tadako interjected in that childlike, singsong voice of hers. "You know he's going to scream anyways." Another shriek as the last of Masazaku's former shirt was pulled away. "See?"
"Why don't you come over here and help me bandage him up, then, little miss expert, if you can do it so much better? And quit calling me Jiisan!" Yasashiku shot back. Masazaku was now fascinated with a burnt piece of cloth that had just been pulled away, and as such had fallen silent for the time being.
"But you don't need me now, Jiisan! You got his shirt off!"
"Now comes the real challenge," Sumi added. "If you think getting the shirt off was bad, wait until you see him when Jiisan tries to get the salve and bandages on."
"Not you, too, Sumi!" groaned Yasashiku.
Ryoichi sat down, bending over and burying his face in his hands - so now not only were his hands and pants covered in sap, so were his face and hair. He groaned.
I am surrounded by idiots.
"Kawagiri Haru..." he seethed. "ARGH!" The fiery-tempered Shinobi let out his anger on a nearby tree, punching a good-sided chunk out of its bark. "Augh!" He pulled his hand back in disgust, trying to wipe off the sticky sap that had flowed out of the tree to cover the offending fist.
"That's what you get, Ryoichi-sama, for treating a tree like that," quipped the rail-skinny Tadako, who was the best off out of anyone in their group. How she managed, Ryoichi had no idea.
"Now, now, Tadako-kun," admonished the curvaceous Sumi, who was reclining on a low-lying branch. She had already been bandaged up, and was now resting to regain her energy. "Ryoichi-sama is our leader, and we should respect him."
"Gomen ne, Ane-san..." replied an embarrassed Tadako.
"Why are you apologizing to me? You should ---" Sumi cut off when a blood-curdling shriek echoed across the forest.
"Oh, would you BE QUIET?" exclaimed Yasashiku as he attempted to pin the howling Masazaku down. "You're just making it worse for yourself in the end, you know."
"I don't care, I don't care!" shrieked the group's explosives expert. It burns!"
"I KNOW it burns!" growled Yasashiku, ripping away a torn piece of shirt - much to Masazaku's displeasure. "That's what you get for being so reckless in a fight against a fire user." Masazaku just groaned. "Oi, oi, quit complaining," the older man admonished. "You need to take a couple lessons from Shigekazu over there."
"Mmm." was all Shigekazu said. He was propped up rather uselessly against another tree; the antidote he had taken against the redheaded woman's poison wasn't working as well as it should have. Ryoichi couldn't help but wonder if there would be any permanent effects.
"Yasashiku-jiisan, you're just making it worse for yourself, arguing with him like that," Tadako interjected in that childlike, singsong voice of hers. "You know he's going to scream anyways." Another shriek as the last of Masazaku's former shirt was pulled away. "See?"
"Why don't you come over here and help me bandage him up, then, little miss expert, if you can do it so much better? And quit calling me Jiisan!" Yasashiku shot back. Masazaku was now fascinated with a burnt piece of cloth that had just been pulled away, and as such had fallen silent for the time being.
"But you don't need me now, Jiisan! You got his shirt off!"
"Now comes the real challenge," Sumi added. "If you think getting the shirt off was bad, wait until you see him when Jiisan tries to get the salve and bandages on."
"Not you, too, Sumi!" groaned Yasashiku.
Ryoichi sat down, bending over and burying his face in his hands - so now not only were his hands and pants covered in sap, so were his face and hair. He groaned.
I am surrounded by idiots.
