[Kazuhiro Hayato]

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[attr="class","dibody2"] He had wanted to say that things were doing well. He didn't miss any deadline in his paperwork. He attended all the meetings of the village council and kept his opinion unless he needed to refute or challenge a fellow councilor and the Lady Raikage. He made his inspections, he recommended in matters of policy and assigned missions based on skillset and whatever else he was going through and when he had the time he tried to keep his cultured skills honed in the chance that something might happen to the village. Hayato wanted to say that everything was fine, but even when he had the words at the tip of his tongue they wouldn't leave his lips. The man that had once being the ANBU Captain found himself simply nodding and smiling slightly, before he would bury himself in work. Sometimes not even leaving his office, seeing his home as rather than a hearth to find rest but a stranger place in which he found no solace. Perhaps it was the reason why he had found himself drinking more, hoping it would help him in the same way it did to help Kizumi whenever they shared a drink. In truth, all it did was to numb distant incomplete memories. They were becoming more and more present as time came by. Perhaps it was because of this that this time he had wished to share a drink with someone. Someone that he had known, despite thier brief time serving together. As he waited inside a booth in the bar, tapping his fingers against table, his eyes looking through the window, looking the mountains without really observing them, he would simply await for his former subordinate, taking a moment to look at his watch to make sure that it was the correct time, hoping she would be coming at all. [attr="class","ditags2"]309 ✖ Shitai Maimomu ✖ notes if you want

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[attr="class","vgroup"] [attr="class","vogue"] [attr="class","mainv"]U M E [attr="class","vlyrics"] Cause my insides are red And yours are too And the red on my face Is matching you [attr="class","vcred"]Kazuhiro Hayato - 231WC

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[attr="class","vpostbg"]When Umechika had first taken up the title, Hayato had been the one to hand it to her. Her mentor, she had looked up to him somewhat, but not enough for it to influence her too far beyond appreciating his opinion as opposed to dismissing it. Then, he had been a bit more of a man - but nowadays, she wasn't quite sure what to think of him. The drinking was indicative of something deeper, but Ume wasn't sure she wanted to poke that bear. Not if the bear is her old captain.

So now she's standing outside the pub, back against the stone wall as she finishes off a red sucker like one might a cigarette. She flicks the stick into the street, sighs, and shrugs off the wall to enter the building.

He's easy enough to find, sitting there all contemplatively, longing out the window. Ume stops a waitress to order a pair of whiskey glasses before she slides into the opposite side of the booth. "Don't tell 'em I'm underage," is all she says as greeting, perhaps too loudly for the nature of the statement. She grins, shakes her head from side to side, and clasps her hands over the table. Her large cloak almost seems to hinder her comfort. "How ya holding up, Cap'?"

Despite her pleasant expression, there's a quiet buzz of something sitting under her skin.

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[attr="class","dibody2"] "I don't think they care." Hayato spoke quietly, a small grin perching on his features thinking on how ridiculous it seemed that she could die for her village and not drink. His hand reaching for the glass of whiskey before bringing it close to himself taking a snif, the scent burning his nostrils, before taking a sip, allowing the tone and notes of taste to linger in his mouth before allowing the liquid to burn its way down his throat. "Not a bad choice." He said, placing the glass down and allowing the ice to melt and mix with the amber liquid. He would take a moment to look at the young woman, her brightness seemed unchanged from the days in which she had begun her career in ANBU, despite the fact that she worked in the dark. "And you know well, I'm no longer your Captain, Maimomu." The Jonin said, barely raising his voice. He wondered if the ANBU that he had left still referred him like that in private. 'The Old Man' maybe? Or if they had moved, hoping to have someone selected to lead the unit sooner rather than later. He would have preferred that way, but he suppoked that Kizumi had her way to do thing and he chose not to pressure her. Maybe he could inquire about it next tim he met with the Raikage. When the question came of how he was holding, he dropped his eyes to the table, his finger tapping the marbled surface. "I am managing." He conceded, certain that outright lie to Umechika would cause her to raise a fuzz. Managing was perhaps the best way to deal with the new normal. "Truth is, I don't feel like myself. I don't even know how 'myself' is supposed to feel." He added, scratching his chin. [attr="class","ditags2"]304 ✖ @umechicka ✖ notes if you want

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[attr="class","vpostbg"]A soft shrill of a cackle rattles from her chest when he says he's not her captain. She wants to refute it, say it's just a nickname she can't let go of - but the truth is she still holds some merit to it. Even with Hayato as he is now.

That being said, Ume is not at all good with vulnerability, so she takes his lie at first by staring into her own glass, held partway to her chin. The smell is poignant, fills her head like a thick gasoline before she's even sipped it. Managing, she thinks bitterly, giving him a quick side eye as he tells just a bit of how he's doing. The fledgling wants to sweat if her corpse of a body would let her, so she throws back her drink instead. She manages two gulps before she sets it back down with a clank, hissing, bent over the table as the booze washes down her empty stomach. Then she sits back on a rush, exhaling. "Shit," she curses. "I'm not a drinker." It's muttered to herself, then she shakes her head, snaps out of it.

What is she supposed to say? How does she comfort someone? Usually, Umechika did not care about the emotions of others. Right now, the thought of Hayato feeling bad makes her skin crawl, but in a more sympathetic way than she'd care to feel. Like a knife to the stomach. Or maybe that's the alcohol disagreeing with her.

"Y'mean, like... now that yer life is different?"

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[attr="class","dibody2"] "It's less... Regimented." Hayato admitted. He wasn't sure if that was the correct term. He still had a routine, he didn't neglect or recent it, it was his job after all to keep the wheels that kept the village going on. But he missed the training drills, he missed the constant state of readiness, the constant analyzing of reports and giving his recommendations to the commanders on the field before they went dark and began their missions. The long waiting before he knew the results of the assignments. "And... I've been thinking about Miyaki..." He said, looking down to his drink, as if the melting ice floating in whiskey held the mystery of what had happened with her. In his most private moments, he had wept for the lack of news, he had despair to find a trace, a lead, anything that could tell her on where she had gone to no avail. No records within the village told him where her last mission had taken her, no one in the council of whom he had talked knew or if they did, they lied well. He sighed and took another sip, the cold liquid burning down his throat, but unlike the young woman before him he had seemed to have build resistance to the effect. "Of my family as well." He added, as he had flashed of his mother and father. Trying picture them in his mind but failing to do so. Just remembering some warm hands that overtook his, looking weathered and callused of the use of weapons for a lifetime, gently correcting how to hold a weapon. He could see the shape of a woman and a red kimono with a black flower patterns. But, in truth, he couldn't see their faces, he tried to remember the love and care they had shown him before he had died and he had become a shinobi, inducted into ANBU when he had been very young. Perhaps too young and the training had been harsher. Extirpating anything that hadn't been conducive to the mission. "Perhaps... I'm think too much these days." He admitted. [attr="class","ditags2"]352 ✖ Shitai Maimomu ✖ notes if you want

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Though he does not say much, the pauses between held a lifetime of sadness - something that Ume did not know how to face. She feels awkward and out of place, and was she really worthy of hearing him now, being here with him, listening to him sulk? Her expression betrays her. On the battlefield, in the throes of violence, through it all her expressions do not reflect how she is receiving the shinobi world. But now, in the face of real life emotions and vulnerable friends, her wide, toothy grin is missing from her face. 

She takes another burning sip of the gasoline and exhales hard through her nose. "You might be," she admits, alcohol loosening her lips. A flash of her toothy grin reappears, but it falls back to the drink as she downs the rest of it. She feels a sting in her shoulders and an ache in her jaw, a rush to the head. She could go for another one. She settles back in the booth, arm stretched out so that her finger can trace the rim of her empty glass. Her icy blue eyes don't dare meet Hayato's yet. "I dunno. Sometimes thinkin's good, sometime's it's not."

Dammit! The least she could do is drink with the guy. She hails down the barkeep and yells out for two more. When her attention turns back to Hayato, she seems a little lighter, secretly trying desperately to cheer up her old captain. "Despite n' any of that, what are you thinking right now?" The new glasses appear and she takes one up, sipping at it eagerly. It was getting easier to swallow. Ah, but she was losing her head. It spins a little. She slurs. "Y'gotta kinda think, what they're thinking about, y'know?" Another sip. "What would they want you to do right now?" Another sip, a gag. 

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[attr="class","dibody2"] "I'm unsure." It was the best to explain it. At least the one that made sense to him. Even as he looked composed. He could be in an anonymous trench, a solitary fox hole under the barrage of a enemy ordinance, he would look unperturbed. But the truth, his mind, the part that held memories was for the most part a grey fog to him. He remembered clearly what he had done in missions, what he had done in his teen years and twenties and not at the halfway of his thirties he still remembered what most of what he had done in the preceding years. But now, he didn't to think too much of that. But he recognized it, he felt a void that he didn't know it had ever existed. His eyes travelled to his companion as fresh glasses of amber liquid were presented to him. The pinkette seemed to slur her words, her deadly pallor, so common in her kin, seemed to be be tinged in a light red. Were the drinks the cause for it? She had a petite built, and it would make sense that the effect would take hold faster, specially if she had drank the whiskey on an empty stomach. "I'm thinking now, that you've had too much." He said, his tone showing concern for someone that he had fondness of. "Have you fed yourself?" He asked. In truth, he was unsure of what the diet of the Shitai consisted. He knew blood for certain, it was part of the clan's genetic make up that they had found sustenance and rejuvenation in it. But he wasn't sure if they found any sustenance in food that he and everyone else found sustenance on. "Perhaps, we should order something for you." He added, his hand trying to reach for her glass of whiskey. [attr="class","ditags2"]308 ✖ Shitai Maimomu ✖ notes if you want

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Too much? She was almost offended at the notion. But she does hold the glass away from her chin for just a moment, reflecting on the day when he asks her if she's fed herself. Damn him for remembering her tendency to starve herself, both of human food and blood all together. No, she wanted to bark, and I don't feel like feeding myself now. The truth was that she had not fed in anyway today and half of the day before. To make matters worse, she was coming directly from her first meeting with Sho. She'd only stopped to wrap her bleeding leg in a tight bandage, but that was hidden beneath a new addition of thigh high socks. She is a perplexed silent for a moment, face scrunched up as she thinks too hard. But when Hayato's hand comes slowly toward her glass she hastily takes one last glug before allowing him to confiscate the booze from her. 

Shaking her head slightly when he suggests food, Ume waves off the notion. "Unless yer offering your wrist, greasy bar food won't do me any good." A lie. She sags forward over the table, elbows coming down to hold up her chin. Though her small face is pointed at her retired captain, her blue eyes wander the decor. It was rather... well, it wasn't exactly her style. Then, looking becomes dizzying and she feels a lurch in her stomach, so she finally meets Hayato's gaze. Her heart sinks. He looks so sad. She blushes a little, but her eyebrows narrow and her grin grows wide as she changes the subject. "Actually, I had planned on chomping on that new kid. The Yamamoto boy Lady Raikage threw at us. He was too quick, and I'm not a fan of fast food!" She lets out an ugly shrill of a laugh. It's a joke of course, but she lets it hang. 

She reaches for his full glass. She was starting to understand why all the old farts of the village drank so much. It was pleasantly numbing, and ridiculously freeing. And that dull ache in her shoulders and jaw had finally melted into a soothing hum.

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[attr="class","dibody2"] "No." Hayato said at her statement of her wrist, likely, the blood from his wrist would be the only thing she would dare to consume. In truth, he didn't know how much his own vitae would be, since muc like her, he had been drinking. But he decided not to press the issue. If his recollection was correct, the young woman was stubborn to a fault. Not a bad quality to have during missions if properly given focus, but now it seemed to be more like a state of defiance coming from her, that almost reminded him to a desobedient child trying to make a case for themselves. As she takes a gulp of the amber liquid, a quizzical eyebrow raises in his features, his expression unchanging from the stoic worry that he had shown as the combination of the drink and the lack of sustenance hit the petite pinkette and she leans against the padded backrest of the booth. Facing him but not looking, her eyes drift from a side to the next as his expression softens. He remains observant however, noticing how as their eyes locked for a brief instance, her expression changed from one of stubborness to one of concern, the pale flesh of her cheeks flaring to a lightish red once more. "I'd rather you didn't harm him, Kizumi sees promise in him." He said, pulling his glass away from her reach, not daring to drink further as someone had to remain cognesiant enough to take the other person home. "He is a little bit rough, but I think he will make a fine ANBU, in time." He added, his tone not indicating any lie behind his words. His sight turned once more to his companion and he sighed, deciding to change the subject. Maimomu, you're drunk. You had enough." He said as his hands dove into his pockets, producing the price of the drinks, sliding from his side of the booth, he stood, extending her hand to her. "Come, I'll take you home." He offered. [attr="class","ditags2"]340 ✖ Shitai Maimomu ✖ notes if you want

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Snickering, she can't argue with him about Lady Raikage's new up-and-coming. She'd have to get used to him, that was for sure. Ume's mouth moves and some semblance of words come out, but it's incoherent. Something about Sho, about remembering when Hayato inaugurated her, about how she wonders if Kizumi saw promise in her back then.

Back then? Gods, it was only like a year ago. She tuts, clicks her tongue, laughs and sways sideways when the old man suggests she's had enough. Her mouth moves again, some semblance of no no nonoi'mfine i swear cap, but she doesn't have the heart to turn away from his extended arm. Extended hand. Her heart gives a hard thump before going silent again. But the thump echoes in her ears, roars in her throat - for a moment, she's caught staring at Hayato's hand. The little bit of wrist peaking out from under a dark sleeve. She blinks slow, like a cat, but her smile is missing still. A blue branch of veins is etched out there, pressed taut against his pale skin and she can't. Stop. Staring.

Ugh, she thinks. Home. Home, where her apartment was cold and empty and decorated for the cover of a modernist minimalist magazine (that was, not at all). Or her mother's home, where her doting matriarch would pinch her cheeks and get her a glass of water and thank Hayato. Ugh. Yuck!

"Sure, Cap'," she slurs, shouldering out of her side of the booth, leaning into his offered hand. She laughs, falls forward, catches herself on his arm with one hand - the other comes up to grab for his other arm, needing all the help she can get. But she's caught up giggling, resting her head against his hip. She inhales deep, rockets backward to look up at him, and her voice drops. Completely serious, she blinks up at him. "I think... I drank too much."

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[Kazuhiro Hayato]

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[attr="class","dibody2"] "No, you're not fine." He insists at first only for to relent. And he feels glad for it, for not having to drag her against her will. He could of course, he had carried on his back wounded comrades easily three times her size in the middle of combat. And someone of her build and her state wouldn't pose much for a threat. She reached for out for him, his fingers brushing hers and and holding her hand in his. Noticing how unnaturally cold her flesh is, and how satin soft it feels compared to the roughness of hands that had seen a lifetime of use in physical endeavors. "Yes... You did." He agreed with her, deciding not to correct her on the fact that he is not her captain anymore and thus she didn't need to refer him by such title. At this point it felt that correcting her on this regard was somewhat pointless. As he would escort her outside the bar and into the biting chill of the mountain wind he would consider where to take her. Home, was a prosaic term at the moment. More so because he didn't know where she lived, if she now lived by herself. If he tried to recall he could remember where her mother lived. He supposed that was a better place than any. As they moved on, he tried his best to steer her, to make sure the effects of the alcohol were mitigated by him trying to catch her, to make sure she didn't stumble/ But somehow, she would manage to even be more trouble than what she was, after she tripped and he caught her, his arm moving around her midsection to arrest her fall and pull her to her feet, he would sigh and take a few steps before her, going on a knee and presenting his back. "Hop on." Hayato suggested, deciding that this would easier and more comfortable for both of them. [attr="class","ditags2"]328 ✖ Shitai Maimomu ✖ notes if you want

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[Shitai Maimomu]

There was no fight in her - she didn't have the energy for it. She sags, she sways, she stumbles. The environment changes around her and she is not a participant in it, instead acting as an observer as Hayato moves the world around her. She giggles at the absurdity of the feeling, head spinning. As she moves to trip and he catches her, one of her hands comes up to hold at her head, cold fingers over her forehead soothing. A breath.

The cold streets swim around her and Hayato is gone and there's a dull panicked nip at the back of her scalp, but he reappears in front of her, bent over and presenting his back. Ume stands there, swaying, before she laughs a little and falls forward. Catching herself on his back, she drunkenly scrambles up his spine, slipping her arms around his shoulders with a certain unawareness. When they stand up and he has his arms tucked under her thighs, she presses her knees into his ribs and hugs drunkenly at his throat. "So tall~" she sings.

But then when they start walking she shifts uncomfortably, having to pull her arms back in and grab at the back of his coat. She stuffs her nose to her knuckles, trying to smother the overwhelming scent of his neck. It's warm, the blood there rich - she has to turn her icy blue eyes to the sky or she was going to bore holes into his jugular with her hungry staring. 

"Yer stupid to trust me," she sighs, turning her head to rest her cheek between his shoulder blades. She squeezes her eyes shut. "Y'shouldn't get t'close t'me." Inebriated, gloomy, Ume's voice is not its usual boisterous cackle. It is small, tinged with sadness. 

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Kazuhiro Hayato - 294WC

[Kazuhiro Hayato]

[attr="class","dilyrics2"]Shinobi May Keep Secrets ButLoyalty [attr="class","dilyric2"]Is It's Own Reward

[attr="class","dibody2"] She was lighter than what he imagined. About fifty-three kilograms if he had to guess and if he could remember the lessons of anatomy from his earliest training. But even so, he thought she simply felt lighter. As he continued through the route and the young woman placing his arms around his neck, her words becoming a mixture of incoherent mumblings and a cryptic warning that he was far too trusting with her than he should. He feels her knees kick about his ribs, the pinkette holding for dear life as she uncomfortably shifts and shuffles as if she tries to keep her attention away from something. "Hold on." He warned, now sure that her last words and her current actions was the hunger she hadn't abated talking for her. Each step a supreme act of restraint, each step a temptation that the young ANBU was trying stave long enough for her own kin to take care of her, provide the sustenance that her blood required. Still, they would need to move faster. He closed his eyes, breathing in the chilly mountain air, bending his knees as he began to drawn to upon his skills before he would speed up in the lift up and began to navigate through the roofs of the village, puffs of white escaping his mouth with the exertion, his muscles heating with each leap he took, with each land as he absorbed the shock of the land with an eerie, silent grace. "We're close, Umechika." Hayato told her. "Hold on." He pleaded to her as black hair billowed in the mountain breeze. His blue eyes looking through the series of houses as they're both suspended in midair before he guides them into a guided descent, landing with a quiet thud amongst the crowds that populated the wind swept streets, each step taking them closer to her mother's house. [attr="class","ditags2"]431 ✖ Shitai Maimomu ✖ notes if you want

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[Shitai Maimomu]

As soon as he takes off to the rooftops, Ume feels a lurch in her stomach. She lets out a guttural groan, hands balling into fists at the back of his coat as she holds herself steady. She buries her face into the nape of his neck as her stomach leaps into her throat, the speed and dexterity making her head feel like it would simply fly off if she did not keep it anchored to him.

But therein lies the problem - her nose smooshes against warm skin and Gods, he smelled of rich iron. She was sure his blood would be delectable, maybe a little gamey, and a drunken inclination to nip at his flesh is so overpowering she has to bite her bottom lip instead. She tastes her own iron momentarily.

And then it is all over, and they're back on ground level among the patrons of the night. Ume would find it unsettling how busybody the village was day through night if she was not so nocturnal herself.

"I'm gonna be sick," she muses half-seriously. There was an underlying nausea, sure, but what she was most sick about was the direction Hayato was heading. "Yer takin' me to my mum's, arentcha?" She is gaining a little sense of self. The mountain air really does the trick. Her vision swims back into one plane, and her stomach nestles itself back in its place. When was the last time she saw her mother? Not for a few months. Oops...

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Kazuhiro Hayato - 250WC

[Kazuhiro Hayato]

[attr="class","dilyrics2"]Shinobi May Keep Secrets ButLoyalty [attr="class","dilyric2"]Is It's Own Reward

[attr="class","dibody2"] "I'm." He replied to the pinkette. In truth he didn't have much of a choice to take her elsewhere. He didn't knew where she lived and the last address he could remember from her files was the residence of her mother. And he couldn't well take her home. It would be too unsightly, even for collegues. As he continued her steps, he was mindful about her. Mindful of how she seemed to stir by the graceful flight he had taken to shorten the path, stirred further by the hunger that she was fighting. If anything that showed the pinkette had more restraint than what he expected. But he could tell that whatever reserves of restraints she had left, were being exhausted at an alarming rate. He could feel her breath at the back of his neck. Her nose and lips brushing against his skin. He didn't imagine the exertion he had just didn't help a bit. "We're close." He announced, certain that they were close now to where her mother lived, his eyes flickering form door to door as he continued to advance through the narrow street. "Just hold on, it won't be long, Ume." He said, more concern on trying to calm her down than using the nickname she had been known for most of her life. His eyes widened, as he made a mental connection between his knowledge of the village and the address, turning to the right and entering through a tunnel before arriving at another street filled with residential buildings, family businesses and a healthy coat of freshly fallen snow. Then, he found the door, the green door with the correct numeration and began advancing, his boots cruching the snow beneath his feet, taking a step on the stairs that led into the door, his hand curling into a fist as he would try to knock the door and hope her mother was inside. [attr="class","ditags2"]318 ✖ Shitai Maimomu ✖ notes if you want

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