Irritations [Kajitori]

[Mitsukai Aiuya]

"drink it deep, darling."
⊀мιтѕυкαι αιυчα⊁
Happy Hunting, You Double-Faced Carnivore

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Getting up so early to do absolutely nothing hadn't been in her happiest interest, but nonetheless the former Konoha-nin had gotten up anyway. She needed more supplies for her little cabin out in the islands, and coming to Kirigakure wasn't abnormal for her, either. Most people knew her to see her, and with Kiri being very loosely tied to any of the other villages - the only real tie being the fact that they were part of the Five Great Countries - she wasn't in any bingo book as of yet. Of course, she could've probably changed that if she'd really wanted, but she simply didn't want to. She kind of liked having a place where she could walk without people staring at her and even shrinking away at who she was.

Walking into the little shop-like cafe that seemed rather dead, Aiuya didn't want to be seated or anything. She could care less where she sat, and there was only one spot left in the whole cafe anyways. Every other spot was filled, even though there weren't very many spots to begin with; probably only about ten tables or so. Shoving the chair back quite roughly - obviously she wasn't in too bright of a mood - she sat slightly diagonal on the seat and propped her feet up on another of the chairs, making herself at least slightly comfortable. The action earned her a few stares, but she could generally care less. One man that was staring straight at her torso wasn't going to be staring there long; Aiuya sent a sharp, deadly glare towards him, and he instantly turned away with a shudder.

"Miss, could you please take your feet down from the chair?" Aiuya shot the woman a dark look, generally telling her to f*ck off or else, but the girl didn't seem fazed. Well, whatever. Aiuya would deal with it how she would.

"Why don'tcha shut your fatass mouth and get me something to drink? Isn't that what you're here for, slut? Green tea." Aiuya's terms were rather vulgar, and in return the woman sent a dark-seeming glare towards the redhead; Aiuya pretended not to notice. As another guy turned at the sound of her words, she turned to him and decided she might shoot off again. "Pay attention to your own goddamn life before it goes, and leave me the f*ck alone." She didn't receive any looks after that comment, and she was glad. For a good fifteen minutes, she waited for her order to come; did it really take that long to make some green tea? What the hell was wrong with people?

As the waitress came back with a water glass in hand, Aiuya was even more angered. "I said green tea, b*tch. Now stop f*ckin' the delivery boy in the backroom, or I'll make sure he don't come back again to do anything to ya. Now get my f*ckin' order right!" Looking to the point of tears, the girl stormed off in obvious anger, and Aiuya smiled, chuckling to herself. Oh, how hilarious this can be. I just enjoy pissing people off. The fact that the woman had stormed off looking so distraught - probably because Aiuya's spontaneous comment had been true - had just made her day. Of course, now she just had to hope nothing else would putt along and make it any worse than it already was...

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[Kajitori]

Kajitori... well, to say the least, he felt like he had been absolutely everywhere. From the forests of Konoha (which he was roughly shoved out of by two rather attractive men) to the deserts of Suna (where he had a splendid night with one of the women of the village) to... the islands of Kiri. And nothing was interesting there, to say the least. It was uninhabited except for the animals and a tiny cabin tucked away in a pocket of loneliness that he had stumbled upon; however, no one was inside, and it was empty of most of the food and hospitality that he was in desperate need of.

So now the redhead was sauntering through the dirt streets of Kirigakure, and he locked eyes with more than a few of the natives as he caught a better look of their bodies. But there wasn't one that he believed would give him the company he craved for the night, so with each person, he merely gave a grin and a wink, then continued on his way.

As the minutes wore on, he felt as if there wasn't a soul in the bloody village that would furnish his needs when suddenly he heard a gruff, yet melodic voice cursing at another woman (he could tell from the word "b*tch") and demanding green tea.

Curious, the criminal poked his head into the cafe where the woman was, and his eyes began scanning the room when--

Jackpot.

There she was. Huh. She looked rather familiar, too... Long, red hair quite similar to his own, shining violet eyes, and a skimpy little outfit that showed off her curves quite nicely...

Holy shit, that was Aiuya. She was one of the girls in his class when he was still in the Academy in Konoha. And he had to admit that she'd grown quite... well in the past years. He hadn't seen her since he left to "train" with his grandfather, and when he came back, she had already left. And she was the hottest person in the village. Guess she was a nuke-nin, too.

With a smirk on his lips, Kajitori walked into the cafe and, as he approached the table, spoke up. "Long time no see, Aiuya-chan."

[Mitsukai Aiuya]

"drink it deep, darling."
⊀мιтѕυкαι αιυчα⊁
Happy Hunting, You Double-Faced Carnivore

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As if life could get any worse for her. First the b*tchy whore had screwed up her goddamn order, and now there was some dumbf*ck who knew her by name thinking he could get something. Knife-like violet eyes flashed up to pierce through whomever was smirking at her and calling her Aiuya-chan. She snorted slightly, rolling her eyes and glaring at none other than Kajitori. Oh, she remembered him all right, and she was sure he remembered her, too. Well, might as well be polite, even if he was just a dumb prick.

"The hell're you doing in Kirigakure no Sato, Kajitori-chan," she teased a little, her voice scoffing. It wasn't hard to tell she was in a bad mood. "Finally someone with a set of brains shows up." Well, she didn't really want to talk to him in the first place, but there wouldn't be any harm done, really. They were getting a few looks now, and as the waitress came over, finally with the right order, Aiuya glared. Good. The little slut was done her f*cksession in the backroom, it seemed, not to mention it looked like she'd started crying, too.

Cry me a f*cking river, Aiuya thought, taking her green tea and setting it down. Her feet were still propped up on the chair across from her as the woman walked stiffly away. Aiuya laughed, a slightly merry and melodical tune, and yet at the same time it was dark, violent, like pure crimson blood. Lethal, perhaps, and a few others looked around. She stopped laughing, sent a communal glare around, and people turned. Good. Those violet eyes could keep them from doing anything.

"So what the f*ckin' hell are you doing here, huh?" Aiuya snapped, her violet eyes back to their knife-like state now. "Haven't seen you since... f*ck, since I was a Genin, I think. Ugh, just the thought of those slutty little whores we called classmates makes me want to hurl. They're probably f*ckin prostitues by now," Aiuya said, not caring whether her language was vulgar or not. A couple of the staff gave her a look, but she disregarded it. She'd swear if she wanted, and if they didn't like it, they could lie in the dumpster later with a slit throat. She wasn't about to put up with bullshit right now. Of course... the bullshit always followed her.

"Ma'am, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Great. Like she needed something like that.

"f*ck off," Aiuya said, flipping the woman the birdie. Appalled, she tried to convince the redhead to leave again, but Aiuya, mocking her, stretched dramatically and sighed, stating her point of being rather comfortable. This was more than just a little amusing. It was hilarious, actually, and Aiuya was pleased with every minute of it. Her day was still going horrible, and she was still more than a little pissed off, but pissing this woman off was merely a game for her. She was just a b*tch like that. Giving up, the woman stalked off, and Aiuya laughed again.

"Stupid slut..."

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[Kajitori]

Aiuya was definately the same as she had been before: crude, violent, and hot as all f*ck. Behind her violet eyes shone a hint of confusion and exasperation, both which Kajitori took as a sign that she hadn't expected him to be there, and, well, he didn't exactly plan on meeting his ex-classmate and sister-in-crime in some place such as Kirigakure.

When she called him Kajitori-chan, the nuke-nin couldn't help but laugh under his breath. Well, wasn't that affectionate of her? Of course he knew that it was meant to be an insult, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips nonetheless as he pulled up a set across the tiny wooden table from his - friend? aquaintance? What was she to him? - and propped his chin on his hand, the elbow of which rested on the table. He didn't give a damn about manners, because, frankly, neither did Aiuya, so Kajitori wasn't going to play his usual mind games with her. In fact, he had an urge to just drop the pick-up lines and catch up with the other instead of trying to get her to take him home. If she had a home, that was.

At the question, Kajitori heard a slight change of tone in her voice, though it was masked. "Just checking out the town. It's been a while since I came here last," he lied while boring his eyes into hers with a gentle ferocity and finding that the malevolence had toned down for some reason or another, and only her words seemed to uphold the snappiness from earlier. Hmm. Maybe he had done something that she liked? Or maybe it was just his imagination.

No, it couldn't have been his imagination, because his grandfather had thoroughly trained him to tell a woman's (or man's) feelings by just looking into their eyes. Sometimes they would think that the lecher was merely capitvated, and others would catch on, but usually the latter was a rarity. The eyes are windows to the soul - it was a fact, and for Aiuya, there wasn't an exception.

So what had he done?

He watched as Aiuya took her tea and gave an odd laugh that rang out across the room, and Kajitori heard himself snicker at the sound of her mad laughter. In the Academy, Aiuya had at least respected her elders to their faces, but now it seemed as if all shreds of inferiority had slipped away long before he walked into the cafe.

He supposed that Aiuya had heard him quietly laughing at her, so he wasn't surprised when her defenses shot back up as she questioned him. "I'm a nuke-nin now, so I wander where I please," he answered simply after she spoke of the Academy, but at the prostitue comment, his eyes drifted away, and a smirk fully formed on his lips. "Oh, yeah," he muttered sarcastically. "They are definitely prostitutes."

When they were confronted by an employee, Aiuya definately took it into her own hands. He watched the chaos unfold and refold, and finally when the other left, Kajitori watched after her. "Pretty gutsy, Aiuya-chan," he complimented. But how would she take something just as "gutsy"?

Quickly, Kajitori, holding himself back from smiling too much, reached across the table, yanked Aiuya's hair from its tie, snatched her wrist so that she wouldn't be able to react as fast as she needed to stop him, and closed his eyes as he pressed his lips against hers. Top that.

ooc:// Sorry for the godmod, but it was too much to resist. xD

[Mitsukai Aiuya]

"drink it deep, darling."
⊀мιтѕυкαι αιυчα⊁
Happy Hunting, You Double-Faced Carnivore

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So Kajitori was a nukenin like her, now was he? And checking out Kirigakure no Sato... Hmm, interesting. I wonder what kinda bullshit he pulled to f*ck himself over there, she thought, raising an eyebrow. It was obvious that she was a little curious... What sort of normal person wouldn't be if they suddenly ran into an old acquaintance, found out that he was a nukenin like you, and you actually didn't mind having a conversation with him? Well... Obviously if he was a nukenin, he'd f*cked up somehow, right?

When he mentioned the prostitutes again, Aiuya snorted rather inelegantly, her maniacal laughter bubbling in her throat again. Ah, how amusing... So he agreed with her. Well, his way of thinking seemed to match hers... Looking around, she could see the cafe emptying rather quickly the more she laughed. It seemed people were a little fearful... Then again, the fact that Aiuya was armed, dangerous-looking, and a b*tch at that definitely drove crowds away. She saw a lineup at the till, and a dark smirk crossed her face. Good... The place was quickly closing. As it emptied - the only people left being herself, Kajitori, and the staff - whom were all hiding in the back, it seemed - she was surprised by the sudden tug at her hair.

"What the f*ck're you--" She snapped, her voice lashing and lethal, but unable to finish her statement as her wrist was grabbed. Her long, crimson hair fluttered out of its nice, tied-back state as her lips were promptly assaulted by another set. Now, normally she would've punched anyone who dared to touch her, but... This was different. She'd experienced this before, and no matter how insane she was... She couldn't help but be a woman. Adrenaline and hormones coursed through her body at the touch... It almost made her snarl. The last time this had happened, the asshole had run off on her to be with his bastardous sex-change wife, better known as Kakuzu... Confusion riddled her amethyst eyes, her face frozen in a baffled expression, but she didn't press back... Yet.

As she pulled back to speak, a glare riddled her amethyst eyes... Though not necessarily for the reason that one might have guessed. No, she wasn't angry at Kajitori, strangely enough. Hell... He was a good kisser, she'd admit that much. Insane as she was, she was also a woman, and simply couldn't help her own feelings. Of course, it wasn't love... She wasn't capable of such a thing. Not love, no, but partners? Sure. And more than just one type of partner, too...

"It's a f*cking public place, dipshit. Don't you have any semblance of dignity or brains? Dumbf*ck," she snapped, tearing her wrist free and taking back her hair tie. Promptly she tied her long locks back... More than just a little confused. She wasn't sure if she was ready for some... 'Partnership' just yet. The last one had gone awry, so what could be told of this one? Well, at least she'd dropped that Jashin bullshit, otherwise, according to the religion - which, as of now, she believed to be utter BS - he would've had to convert if he wanted anything even remotely close to what he seemed to be asking with actions.

His little action, however, had now put her in a mood... And she smiled. The staff here had pissed her off enough... She wanted to do something about it. A little blood wouldn't hurt, now would it? Nor would a little fun... Though, Aiuya's idea of 'fun' was rather different than contemporary worldview usually dubbed it.

"Care to have some... 'fun'?"

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