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Log; Complete
When; Way back when at 'What Might Have Been Day'
Rating; PG-13 for language
Characters; Tayuya {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
violentflutist} & Sakon {seimon}
Summary; On the curse day Tayuya asks Sakon to spar with her, but afterwards they end up having a sort of heart-to-heart.
Log;
Sakon leaned up against the wall, breathing heavily. New blood was pouring from his body, or at least it felt like it was to him. He could only see the wounds inflicted by Tayuya, not the wounds that would never heal, that Suna dealt. He grinned at her, Ukon breathing slowly behind him, his brother's eyes fluttering.
"Good fight, bitch."
"Good answer, faggot." Tayuya slumped over the edge of the roof, fanning herself with one hand, her other hand, gripping a bloodied kunai, lay across her stomach, cradling her worst wound, one to the belly. "You're not half bad yourself, but then again, you never were." She gave a hoarse barking laugh, rolling off the edge and propping herself against it, the small metal plates that lined her spinal cord and stuck out from her clothing grating on the bricks.
Sakon laughed a little at her comment. "Wow.. a compliment from you. I could almost die again." Hearing the scraping noise against the wall, he looked up at her, blinking. "Eh, what the hell is that? I didn't do that to you, did I?" Wobbling a little bit, he limped over to where she was, placing a hand against her back, feeling where the plates protruded. "I know I didn't do that."
Tayuya almost winced at the touch, even though she couldn't feel it. The plates were... well, they weren't painful, but they were a reminder of her loss to Shikamaru and that sand bitch, a reminder of that helplessness she'd felt as she lay there on the forest floor, unable to move, unable to even twitch, only staring blankly at the sky and waiting for a death that hadn't come. "... Kabuto did that." She muttered darkly, tossing away her bloodied kunai. "Fixed my spine."
He nodded. "I see." Rubbing his hand across them again, he shuddered at the thought of Suna Nin. "Fucking Sand ninja...fucking Konoha ninja....fuck them all." He kicked the ground, spitting upon it subsequently. "If only they'd not come..." He turned his face to the distance, thinking of a day he would never forget.
"I know, goddamn." Tayuya arched her back, feeling the rub of the metal plates against her skin, her bone, against each other. She kept one hand against her belly, staunching the blood flow. The Sound Four had always played rough, and trained rough. Hurting each other was just a given, nothing more. "They fucked everything up." She kept rubbing a hand idly up the smooth metal plating, her fingers knowing every groove of the screwed in metal. "Especially Uchiha Sasuke."
Sakon growled at that name, feeling Ukon shift in disgust as he heard it. "Yes. He fucked us all...We died for his fucking ass. We...lost ourselves for goddamn nothing." He slammed his hand against the brick, feeling the new blood bloom like a red poppy upon his hand. His stomach lurched, as his heart deadened, breath becoming like lead in his chest. "We suffered the worst fates any man could...and for what..? To be forgotten."
"Left behind in the fuckin' dust." Tayuya spat out, her brows knitting together in anger. She tried to breathe steadier, feeling her pulse quicken in excitement at the thoughts she was having, thoughts of killing and torture, among many things. To distract herself she held out her hand. "Give me your goddamn hand." She muttered.
He slid his hand around hers, looking down into her face, knowing the pain she felt, and the anger and psychotic revenge. He sucked in another iron breath, feeling his lungs clatter. "Left behind forever." He said softly, "To know the pain of hell, with no-one to give us memory."
Tayuya ripped a strip from the bottom of her uniform with her other hand, wrapping it deftly around Sakon's hand and tying a small bow. "No need to hurt yourself anymore. I already took care of that, hmm?" She poked him in the shoulder. "And you better watch the fuck out, Sakon. You're sounding straight or some shit." But she was smirking, teasing.
"Well..standing next to you, that would make anyone straight." He grinned at her, with a small wink. He looked down at his hand, with a wry smile. "Thanks for fixing my hand." He kept watching her to see her reaction to his comment.
"Pssh, please." Tayuya laughed. Normally such a comment would send someone flying, or at least earn them some venomous words. But... she was in what could be described as a good mood. "You're just mad I beat you." She offered, though it had been a tie, really. She waved the hand that had previously covered her stomach, not minding the blood caked on her palm. "No problem."
"Eh, I'm not so mad." He grinned at her. "Let's take down that lazy fuck together." He took her hand, and squeezed it a bit. "With lots of blood and dismemberment! We'll make him pay."
"Course we will." She smirked, giving a light squeeze back. "We're the fucking Sound Four. Or... three... or two... whatever the fuck we are." Tayuya made a 'hmmph' in the back of her throat, trying to stand, falling back to a knee, and then trying again, shooting a glare at the gash across her left calf that was the culprit.
Sakon placed his hands underneath her arms, with a small laugh, pulling her back up upon her feet. "Watch out. " He grinned, as he held her against himself, getting her to her feet. "I may have fucked you up more than I realized."
Tayuya stiffened, then relaxed. This was Sakon for fuck’s sake! Like he was straight, anyway. She shook out her leg, throwing him another smirk. “I don’t think so.” She glanced down at her stomach and covered the small stab wound with her hand again. “Well, maybe, but only ‘cause I let you.”
The grin spread like wildfire across Sakon's face, as he laughed at this. "Are you sure?" He smirked, or "or are you sure you weren't careless?" Playfully, he squeezed her against himself, jabbing her in the shoulder with his other arm. "Don't be slipping...you want to beat that lazy bastard, don't you?"
"Hey, hey." Tayuya brushed his hand off her shoulder, trying not to laugh, and to look rather condescending. "I think you meant Oh great Tayuya, I know you are going to beat that lazy homo bastard so bad it won't even be fucking funny." She flicked imaginary dirt smears from her uniform shoulder. "And we need to wait for your puppet bastard, hmm? So you can beat his ass?"
Sakon turned his head at this, stomach lurching, and muscles tensing like coiled snakes to strike at the mention of his murderer. His tone had fallen considerably, no longer playful, but rather colored with pitch; black, dense and oozing, dripping its thick blood of despair upon the rest of his expression and soul. He sighed. "Yeah...we do. I want to beat his ass." He gripped his hands tightly, causing his freshly-mended knuckle to bleed. "I want to pay his freakishly painted ass back for what the fuck he did to me."
"Yeah..." Tayuya actually looked mildly concerned. Mildly. But it was also because she was thinking of her own situation, her own helplessness. And she felt the screws in the back and turned her head as well, shutting her eyes for a moment and trying not to think on lying on the ground, unable to even twitch a finger or move her neck, bleeding out on the forest floor. She didn't want to think of being wheeled in on the gurney into Sound, being told by Kabuto 'you're so lucky, Tayuya-san'. He had smiled. 'Look, you can hardly even recognize Jiroubou.' The flutter of a white cloth being moved aside. 'And Kidoumaru, well, his insides as a mess.' Another cloth. 'We can't retrieve Sakon and Ukon. Sand will dispose of what's left, I suppose.' Her eyes had rolled wildly, unable to even speak. 'But you, Tayuya...' He'd bent close to whisper in her ear. 'So lucky...'
Sakon's eyes were staring outward, as the darkness within his heart began to permeate everything within him, and around him. The memories came flooding back like a river in a storm; fast, and unforgiving, ready to drag you down into the murky depths. Dragging a breath in to keep himself from drowning, he felt swept away, helplessly being drug down the stream of memories--watching everything happen again, like a movie of the macabre. His anger began to boil deep within him, searing everything it touched, agonizing, and unshakable. Slamming his hand once again against the brick, he allowed a low hiss to slip through his teeth. "Goddamnit.."
That brought Tayuya back to the now, back to the present, her brow knit together in anger, and maybe real concern, maybe a touch of care for her companions. "You... gonna be okay?" She didn't throw in an insult, or any venom. Not now. She knew how he felt. She knew what death was, what it felt like, even though she had escaped it herself. But the plates on her back reminded her every moment how close she'd been, how easy it would have been for her to have joined the rest of the Sound Five in death. And sometimes, she almost wished she had.
"..hai." His voice was deadpan, his eyes closed, and his head hung low. His hair veiled his face, like a death shroud, a curtain over his terribly scarred face, now covered with his sorrow. He opened his eyes again, bringing his head up, pale hair falling back to his shoulders, as he looked up to the sky. "..I will be."
"..." Tayuya reached out and smacked his bruised and bleeding hand lightly, not hard enough to do anything but sting. "If you're going to be okay then I'm not going to have any pity for you. Or go easy on you." She snorted, turning her head. "I'll whip your ass halfway into next week if I don't have any reason to feel sorry for you."
Sakon grinned down at her once more, with a laugh. "I wouldn't want it any other way, Tayuya." He snickered at this, watching her. "If you began to pity me, then you will be going soft. And that's not the Tayuya I know."
With a small growl Tayuya stepped a little closer to him and made sure to stamp down on his foot. "You're damn straight." She muttered, thought, she noted with chargin, she had to crane her neck backwards with a little metallic click to look him in the eye. Did he get taller? No, it had just been a while, was all. "And you need to be acting a little more flaming, I think." She noted, raising a hand to poke his chin. "Your lipstick or whatever the fuck that shit was is smeared."
Sakon smirked, slipping his tongue over his lips. Always with the masculinity jokes, though if she didn't make them, she wouldn't be Tayuya. He looked down upon her again, with a laugh. "And you need to be acting a little less like a girl." He turned, beginning to laugh. "I mean, having a femininity day, actually being talked into having a femininity day..."
"Whoah, whoah,whoah!" Tayuya laughed. "That was Kabuto's fault. He's the one who tried to tell me he'd rather see Uchiha Sasuke in a dress than me!" She ran a hand through her hair, a habit she had unwittingly picked up from her 'femininity training'. "As if that fucker would look better in a dress than me." She was muttering rather darkly now. "I mean, goddamn, I am a girl, it's fucking obvious!"
Sakon couldn't contain it any longer. Laughter exploded from his throat, full and loud, as his mind processed her words. "You are actually serious?! You did all that just because Kabuto said that Sasuke would look better than you in a dress?!" Bringing his arms up around his chest, he continued to laugh, it becoming increasingly harder to breathe, and to stop himself. "That's it?!"
"HEY!" He was laughing? This was not funny. "What do you mean 'Is that it?'" She might have looked more intimidating if she didn't have one palm smeared with blood and was almost a head shorter than Sakon. "It's a perfectly goddamn good reason! Do you want to see the Uchiha in a dress?" She paused. "Don't answer that." But she soon continued. "Who do you think would look better, huh? That fucker or me?" She was dead serious.
The laughter continued, as he watched her. "I don't think Sasuke looks good in anything." He grinned, biting his lip, trying to stifle his myrth. "So, of course I think you'd look better in it." His eyes turned to her, his periphreal vision catching her within it. "You are a girl, I guess, in body.."
"Hey, it's a great body." Tayuya countered angrily. "And it looks quite good in a dress, thank you." She spoke as if she were somehow separate from it. "Bet you’re just jealous."
"I'm not saying it isn't a great body.." He giggled. It's not like I've not stared at it before. He smirked at her, watching her movements. "Yeah. I'm jealous. That's exactly it."
Tayuya arched an eyebrow. Sakon didn't giggle unless there was something vastly amusing. This couldn't be that funny. "... Are you thinking something?" She asked, suddenly wary. Giggling from Sakon was something to be... cautioned about. Caution was a good word.
Sakon looked back at her, a goofy grin plastered on his face. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." He continued in his fit of giggles, not knowing exactly what to say.
"... If you don't tell me, I swear..." She trailed off, trying to think of something to threaten him with that might actually threaten him. But... she couldn't come up with anything, really. So she improvised. "I'll stuff your ass in a dress and make you be feminine for a day and see how hard it really is!"
"Heh. So wearing something that's akin to our old Oto uniforms is supposed to be hard, eh?" He laughed again, staring down at her. "Or are you going to shove melons in my top, probably much like you did when you went girlish."
Tayuya's mouth hung open in a flabbergasted moment, a tiny squeak escaping her before she managed to shut her jaw instead of let it struggle for words. He did not just go there. "... I'm going to kill you." Her voice was barely level, because, even though she was trying really hard not too, she was almost laughing. From relief, more than anything. This argument, just arguing with Sakon, was making her comfortable, making her feel... better. About this City and shit. "I certainly did not need to stuff my undergarments, thanks."
He began to laugh again. "Are you sure? You could have fooled me." He snickered even more, watching her expression.
"Do not make me prove it." Tayuya stabbed forward at Sakon's chest with her index finger. She wasn't quite sure how she'd go about that, but go about it she'd do. She idly realized she needed to work on her pride issues, but that was beside the point right now.
Sakon grinned, wondering if she would go so far as to prove it. With a laugh, he shook his head. "Naah, think I'll pass for today. Don't want you to get yourself into any more "uncomfortable" situations."
"Uncomfortable? Pssh..." But she did breath small sigh of relief. Shrugging, she pointed a finger back towards their apartment. "Wanna go get our asses healed, or what?"
"Works for me." He nodded once at her, as he began to walk back toward the roof door, propping it open on his "good" hand, and waiting for her to pass through it.
Rating; PG-13 for language
Characters; Tayuya {
violentflutist} & Sakon {seimon}Summary; On the curse day Tayuya asks Sakon to spar with her, but afterwards they end up having a sort of heart-to-heart.
Log;
Sakon leaned up against the wall, breathing heavily. New blood was pouring from his body, or at least it felt like it was to him. He could only see the wounds inflicted by Tayuya, not the wounds that would never heal, that Suna dealt. He grinned at her, Ukon breathing slowly behind him, his brother's eyes fluttering.
"Good fight, bitch."
"Good answer, faggot." Tayuya slumped over the edge of the roof, fanning herself with one hand, her other hand, gripping a bloodied kunai, lay across her stomach, cradling her worst wound, one to the belly. "You're not half bad yourself, but then again, you never were." She gave a hoarse barking laugh, rolling off the edge and propping herself against it, the small metal plates that lined her spinal cord and stuck out from her clothing grating on the bricks.
Sakon laughed a little at her comment. "Wow.. a compliment from you. I could almost die again." Hearing the scraping noise against the wall, he looked up at her, blinking. "Eh, what the hell is that? I didn't do that to you, did I?" Wobbling a little bit, he limped over to where she was, placing a hand against her back, feeling where the plates protruded. "I know I didn't do that."
Tayuya almost winced at the touch, even though she couldn't feel it. The plates were... well, they weren't painful, but they were a reminder of her loss to Shikamaru and that sand bitch, a reminder of that helplessness she'd felt as she lay there on the forest floor, unable to move, unable to even twitch, only staring blankly at the sky and waiting for a death that hadn't come. "... Kabuto did that." She muttered darkly, tossing away her bloodied kunai. "Fixed my spine."
He nodded. "I see." Rubbing his hand across them again, he shuddered at the thought of Suna Nin. "Fucking Sand ninja...fucking Konoha ninja....fuck them all." He kicked the ground, spitting upon it subsequently. "If only they'd not come..." He turned his face to the distance, thinking of a day he would never forget.
"I know, goddamn." Tayuya arched her back, feeling the rub of the metal plates against her skin, her bone, against each other. She kept one hand against her belly, staunching the blood flow. The Sound Four had always played rough, and trained rough. Hurting each other was just a given, nothing more. "They fucked everything up." She kept rubbing a hand idly up the smooth metal plating, her fingers knowing every groove of the screwed in metal. "Especially Uchiha Sasuke."
Sakon growled at that name, feeling Ukon shift in disgust as he heard it. "Yes. He fucked us all...We died for his fucking ass. We...lost ourselves for goddamn nothing." He slammed his hand against the brick, feeling the new blood bloom like a red poppy upon his hand. His stomach lurched, as his heart deadened, breath becoming like lead in his chest. "We suffered the worst fates any man could...and for what..? To be forgotten."
"Left behind in the fuckin' dust." Tayuya spat out, her brows knitting together in anger. She tried to breathe steadier, feeling her pulse quicken in excitement at the thoughts she was having, thoughts of killing and torture, among many things. To distract herself she held out her hand. "Give me your goddamn hand." She muttered.
He slid his hand around hers, looking down into her face, knowing the pain she felt, and the anger and psychotic revenge. He sucked in another iron breath, feeling his lungs clatter. "Left behind forever." He said softly, "To know the pain of hell, with no-one to give us memory."
Tayuya ripped a strip from the bottom of her uniform with her other hand, wrapping it deftly around Sakon's hand and tying a small bow. "No need to hurt yourself anymore. I already took care of that, hmm?" She poked him in the shoulder. "And you better watch the fuck out, Sakon. You're sounding straight or some shit." But she was smirking, teasing.
"Well..standing next to you, that would make anyone straight." He grinned at her, with a small wink. He looked down at his hand, with a wry smile. "Thanks for fixing my hand." He kept watching her to see her reaction to his comment.
"Pssh, please." Tayuya laughed. Normally such a comment would send someone flying, or at least earn them some venomous words. But... she was in what could be described as a good mood. "You're just mad I beat you." She offered, though it had been a tie, really. She waved the hand that had previously covered her stomach, not minding the blood caked on her palm. "No problem."
"Eh, I'm not so mad." He grinned at her. "Let's take down that lazy fuck together." He took her hand, and squeezed it a bit. "With lots of blood and dismemberment! We'll make him pay."
"Course we will." She smirked, giving a light squeeze back. "We're the fucking Sound Four. Or... three... or two... whatever the fuck we are." Tayuya made a 'hmmph' in the back of her throat, trying to stand, falling back to a knee, and then trying again, shooting a glare at the gash across her left calf that was the culprit.
Sakon placed his hands underneath her arms, with a small laugh, pulling her back up upon her feet. "Watch out. " He grinned, as he held her against himself, getting her to her feet. "I may have fucked you up more than I realized."
Tayuya stiffened, then relaxed. This was Sakon for fuck’s sake! Like he was straight, anyway. She shook out her leg, throwing him another smirk. “I don’t think so.” She glanced down at her stomach and covered the small stab wound with her hand again. “Well, maybe, but only ‘cause I let you.”
The grin spread like wildfire across Sakon's face, as he laughed at this. "Are you sure?" He smirked, or "or are you sure you weren't careless?" Playfully, he squeezed her against himself, jabbing her in the shoulder with his other arm. "Don't be slipping...you want to beat that lazy bastard, don't you?"
"Hey, hey." Tayuya brushed his hand off her shoulder, trying not to laugh, and to look rather condescending. "I think you meant Oh great Tayuya, I know you are going to beat that lazy homo bastard so bad it won't even be fucking funny." She flicked imaginary dirt smears from her uniform shoulder. "And we need to wait for your puppet bastard, hmm? So you can beat his ass?"
Sakon turned his head at this, stomach lurching, and muscles tensing like coiled snakes to strike at the mention of his murderer. His tone had fallen considerably, no longer playful, but rather colored with pitch; black, dense and oozing, dripping its thick blood of despair upon the rest of his expression and soul. He sighed. "Yeah...we do. I want to beat his ass." He gripped his hands tightly, causing his freshly-mended knuckle to bleed. "I want to pay his freakishly painted ass back for what the fuck he did to me."
"Yeah..." Tayuya actually looked mildly concerned. Mildly. But it was also because she was thinking of her own situation, her own helplessness. And she felt the screws in the back and turned her head as well, shutting her eyes for a moment and trying not to think on lying on the ground, unable to even twitch a finger or move her neck, bleeding out on the forest floor. She didn't want to think of being wheeled in on the gurney into Sound, being told by Kabuto 'you're so lucky, Tayuya-san'. He had smiled. 'Look, you can hardly even recognize Jiroubou.' The flutter of a white cloth being moved aside. 'And Kidoumaru, well, his insides as a mess.' Another cloth. 'We can't retrieve Sakon and Ukon. Sand will dispose of what's left, I suppose.' Her eyes had rolled wildly, unable to even speak. 'But you, Tayuya...' He'd bent close to whisper in her ear. 'So lucky...'
Sakon's eyes were staring outward, as the darkness within his heart began to permeate everything within him, and around him. The memories came flooding back like a river in a storm; fast, and unforgiving, ready to drag you down into the murky depths. Dragging a breath in to keep himself from drowning, he felt swept away, helplessly being drug down the stream of memories--watching everything happen again, like a movie of the macabre. His anger began to boil deep within him, searing everything it touched, agonizing, and unshakable. Slamming his hand once again against the brick, he allowed a low hiss to slip through his teeth. "Goddamnit.."
That brought Tayuya back to the now, back to the present, her brow knit together in anger, and maybe real concern, maybe a touch of care for her companions. "You... gonna be okay?" She didn't throw in an insult, or any venom. Not now. She knew how he felt. She knew what death was, what it felt like, even though she had escaped it herself. But the plates on her back reminded her every moment how close she'd been, how easy it would have been for her to have joined the rest of the Sound Five in death. And sometimes, she almost wished she had.
"..hai." His voice was deadpan, his eyes closed, and his head hung low. His hair veiled his face, like a death shroud, a curtain over his terribly scarred face, now covered with his sorrow. He opened his eyes again, bringing his head up, pale hair falling back to his shoulders, as he looked up to the sky. "..I will be."
"..." Tayuya reached out and smacked his bruised and bleeding hand lightly, not hard enough to do anything but sting. "If you're going to be okay then I'm not going to have any pity for you. Or go easy on you." She snorted, turning her head. "I'll whip your ass halfway into next week if I don't have any reason to feel sorry for you."
Sakon grinned down at her once more, with a laugh. "I wouldn't want it any other way, Tayuya." He snickered at this, watching her. "If you began to pity me, then you will be going soft. And that's not the Tayuya I know."
With a small growl Tayuya stepped a little closer to him and made sure to stamp down on his foot. "You're damn straight." She muttered, thought, she noted with chargin, she had to crane her neck backwards with a little metallic click to look him in the eye. Did he get taller? No, it had just been a while, was all. "And you need to be acting a little more flaming, I think." She noted, raising a hand to poke his chin. "Your lipstick or whatever the fuck that shit was is smeared."
Sakon smirked, slipping his tongue over his lips. Always with the masculinity jokes, though if she didn't make them, she wouldn't be Tayuya. He looked down upon her again, with a laugh. "And you need to be acting a little less like a girl." He turned, beginning to laugh. "I mean, having a femininity day, actually being talked into having a femininity day..."
"Whoah, whoah,whoah!" Tayuya laughed. "That was Kabuto's fault. He's the one who tried to tell me he'd rather see Uchiha Sasuke in a dress than me!" She ran a hand through her hair, a habit she had unwittingly picked up from her 'femininity training'. "As if that fucker would look better in a dress than me." She was muttering rather darkly now. "I mean, goddamn, I am a girl, it's fucking obvious!"
Sakon couldn't contain it any longer. Laughter exploded from his throat, full and loud, as his mind processed her words. "You are actually serious?! You did all that just because Kabuto said that Sasuke would look better than you in a dress?!" Bringing his arms up around his chest, he continued to laugh, it becoming increasingly harder to breathe, and to stop himself. "That's it?!"
"HEY!" He was laughing? This was not funny. "What do you mean 'Is that it?'" She might have looked more intimidating if she didn't have one palm smeared with blood and was almost a head shorter than Sakon. "It's a perfectly goddamn good reason! Do you want to see the Uchiha in a dress?" She paused. "Don't answer that." But she soon continued. "Who do you think would look better, huh? That fucker or me?" She was dead serious.
The laughter continued, as he watched her. "I don't think Sasuke looks good in anything." He grinned, biting his lip, trying to stifle his myrth. "So, of course I think you'd look better in it." His eyes turned to her, his periphreal vision catching her within it. "You are a girl, I guess, in body.."
"Hey, it's a great body." Tayuya countered angrily. "And it looks quite good in a dress, thank you." She spoke as if she were somehow separate from it. "Bet you’re just jealous."
"I'm not saying it isn't a great body.." He giggled. It's not like I've not stared at it before. He smirked at her, watching her movements. "Yeah. I'm jealous. That's exactly it."
Tayuya arched an eyebrow. Sakon didn't giggle unless there was something vastly amusing. This couldn't be that funny. "... Are you thinking something?" She asked, suddenly wary. Giggling from Sakon was something to be... cautioned about. Caution was a good word.
Sakon looked back at her, a goofy grin plastered on his face. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." He continued in his fit of giggles, not knowing exactly what to say.
"... If you don't tell me, I swear..." She trailed off, trying to think of something to threaten him with that might actually threaten him. But... she couldn't come up with anything, really. So she improvised. "I'll stuff your ass in a dress and make you be feminine for a day and see how hard it really is!"
"Heh. So wearing something that's akin to our old Oto uniforms is supposed to be hard, eh?" He laughed again, staring down at her. "Or are you going to shove melons in my top, probably much like you did when you went girlish."
Tayuya's mouth hung open in a flabbergasted moment, a tiny squeak escaping her before she managed to shut her jaw instead of let it struggle for words. He did not just go there. "... I'm going to kill you." Her voice was barely level, because, even though she was trying really hard not too, she was almost laughing. From relief, more than anything. This argument, just arguing with Sakon, was making her comfortable, making her feel... better. About this City and shit. "I certainly did not need to stuff my undergarments, thanks."
He began to laugh again. "Are you sure? You could have fooled me." He snickered even more, watching her expression.
"Do not make me prove it." Tayuya stabbed forward at Sakon's chest with her index finger. She wasn't quite sure how she'd go about that, but go about it she'd do. She idly realized she needed to work on her pride issues, but that was beside the point right now.
Sakon grinned, wondering if she would go so far as to prove it. With a laugh, he shook his head. "Naah, think I'll pass for today. Don't want you to get yourself into any more "uncomfortable" situations."
"Uncomfortable? Pssh..." But she did breath small sigh of relief. Shrugging, she pointed a finger back towards their apartment. "Wanna go get our asses healed, or what?"
"Works for me." He nodded once at her, as he began to walk back toward the roof door, propping it open on his "good" hand, and waiting for her to pass through it.