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4. Tournament, a Test of Strength!

In the days of old, soldiers of Tōrōgakure used to spar in hand-to-hand combat each day for training,

Tonight there's a Tournament! Show your might! But you're not allowed using Chakra Techniques!

Your Task:

Draw or Write about your character (and a friend if you wish) fighting it out in the tournament.

But don't make yourself the champion! We will post all submissions to this, and collect votes!

Whoever wins, their OC is the winner of the tournament, and will get a +0.5 boost to their Taijutsu!

note (Asukai only!): You are allowed to perform in a Kendō tournament if you prefer (Asukai use swords).

Midori took a deep breath, she never entered this tournament before but she figured she would give it a shot. She knew that most of the village would be there, she wondered if Michio would be. She put her hands on her cheeks as she remembered their kiss...she bit her lip and wanted it again. Her father called out to her that she would be late, "coming!" she went to grab her puppet..."oh that's right...I can't use you today..." she frowned and she moved the little bears head to the side. "i'm come back...don't worry" she kissed his nose and left. It wasn't long after she had registered with a number on her chest and she awaited patiently.
Michio was excited to attend the tournament, he never missed an opportunity to test his skills. He walked over to the registry and upon signing his name saw that Midori was signed up as well. His cheeks reddened slightly as he remembered what had happened after their last tournament together. He collected his number and went off into the crowd to look for her. It didn't take him very long to locate that long flowing red hair, the two roses poking out were a clear sign. "Midori!" he called out to her and beaming, he moved over to join her.

Midori seemed to be focused on something, she jumped a little when he called her name. In all actuality she was stuck in a memory of their kiss. She blushed a little but responded his call right away, "Michio!" she pet up with him and smiled. She looked down at his number, "lets hope this tournament is different...it's taijutsu only" she reached up and touched his shoulder, "how has it been?"
Michio absently touched the spot where the kunai had struck, seeing her again was an important reminder for him about the price of under-estimating ones opponent. "The arm is fine, it was a good lesson learned." He smiled and blushed then and reaching out he pulled her into a hug. "though I like to think that there were other more important victories won that day."

Midori blushed and she melted into his embrace and she breathed deeply. "I've thought a lot about that day" she pressed her head to his chest, and giggled nervously, "i think about it all the time..." she looked up and you could clearly see her cheeks were redder than a cherry. The announcer flipped the sign, she was up next. Butterflies and nervous shivers went through her. "I'm scared..."

Leaning down he stole a quick kiss, absently aware of a couple people watching but not really caring. He broke free as the ref was coming over to let Midori know she would be fighting. "Just do your best, that's all anyone can expect. I'll be right here cheering you on."
She kissed him back and instantly a flood of butterflies in her stomach but it was more than welcomed. She pulled away and nodded, "ok" she gave him a quick hug and she ran to the tournament circle. She stepped over the line and walked to the center. She awaited her opponent and she closed her eyes and calmed herself. She thought of Michio and how she wanted to make him proud. Midori opened her eyes and she had her game face on.
Across he ring from her a bushy haired kitsune boy stepped into the ring, he was fairly well built and walked with confidence out into the ring. Winding hand wraps around his forearms to match the ones on his legs he walked to the cent of the ring opposite of her and waited for the signal to start.
Midori stared him down and she took one step back and into her fighting stance. She didn't specialize in taijutsu but she wasn't bad either (1.0) her stamina and strength were only just barely higher than that. The announcer signaled them off and Midori waited for him to strike first. She watched his movements and looked for the telegraphs in his muscle twitching to let her know when he'd strike.

Michio watched from the sidelines of the ring as the fight began, he looked over her opponent and could tell that this was going to be tough for Midori. The man confidently started circling her in the ring and seemed to be studying her stance and build. Michio called out some encouragement for Midori but wasn't sure if she could hear him over the crowd of through her concentration.

Midori waited for him to strike first, when the man circled her she would turn to face him, careful of her foot steps and where to put them. If at any time she was off balance he would take advantage of it. "heh, you're that bones girl aren't you?...what? your daddy doesn't get enough from burying everyone in town?" Midori's eyes glared as she focused on him, she opened her mouth to protest but thought better of it. The young man laughed and shook his head, "you're scared shitless...that's why you're not saying anything" he got up and real close to her, "what about that little boyfriend you have? we all saw you kissing..." her eyes opened in shock and she blushed furiously. "why don't you give him a good show?" he patted his cheek, "go head...you get first hit..." he glared, "make it count..." Midori's focus was broken and she looked down at the fist and then pursed her lips together and she didn't hesitate another moment further. She reached back and went to clock him one. Too bad he wasn't true to his work and the young man grabbed her hand and threw her off balance and kneed her in the stomach hard. She gasped and she stood there for a second shocked...

Michios knuckles were white as he gripped the rails of the ring, the wood was groaning in protest he was crushing them so hard. He yearned to leap into the ring and stomp this punk into the ground, but he had to give Midori a chance and both of them would be disqualified if he jumped in. He just had to sit and wait his turn...
The young lad let his knee go and she fell on all fours and she looked up at him, "you lied..." she hissed and he laughed, " you think i'd let you just punch me?" he reared up his legs and he kicked her in her side and she went flying. She spun a little and she took note of how close she was to the end of the ring, "not even a challenge..." the young man laughed. She halted herself by gripping into the dirt. She looked up and rage filled her, an emotion that she wasn't accustomed to. She pushed off the ground and she leept at him, he was surprised an so she got a good hit in, too bad it was his chest and not his face. Midori was short so this also meant it was harder to hit such detrimental areas. The young man frowned and gripped her arm and swept his feet under her, causing her to fall. He went on top of her and held both of her wrists down. Midori struggled under him to get her foot between them so she could push him off.

There was a loud crack of wood breaking from the side of the ring as the rail broke off in Michio's grip. With shaking hands he carefully set the piece of wood down, leaning it up against one of the posts. He took a deep breath and crossed his arms instead, ignoring the curious looks of the people around him. His eyes were fixed on the fight and he was only slightly relieved to see the ref move closer to the pair. It looked as if the fight was one sided enough that it might be over soon.

Midori struggled against him and she didn't want to resort to this but she let her knee go all the way down to the floor and she raised it up to his him in the nads as hard as she could, too bad she only hit his ass but it was still somewhat effective. he growled and she took one hand off of her wrist! However he raised it to hit her. She put her hand up to block against it but her grasp slipped by and a solid punch to her cheek and nose. blood soon came from her nose and he raised his fist again to strike. Midori glared at him, a fire still burning in her soul. Her fingers twitched and she thought about using her chakra...she would be disqualified and she twisted her body and he hit the dirt with his hand and he growled again. With her momentum she turned around but he followed her and started a choke hold on her. She gasped and she struggled. She looked up at Michio and a sort of helplessness in her face could be seen. She looked at him and she grit her teeth, she didn't want to get beaten up, she wanted to impress him... She bent her head forward and SMACK she bashed the back of her head into his nose.

Michio watched, feeling each blow as if it were him getting beaten out in the ring. Grinding his teeth he forced himself under control and just barely stopped short from jumping in the ring himself. He had almost lost it when she looked at him, this was exactly the sort of thing he trained to prevent. Seeing it happen in a festival event, when it was supposed to be friendly competition was almost more than he could bare.

The young man released her and fell backwards. Midori didn't hesitate and she turned and she laid a solid punch to his guy and she swept him. She stood above him and he tried to kick her, she moved out of the way and she was too tired to strike again... She smirked and she let her weight fall on him. Smashing her knee into his gut. He groaned and turned on his side and she got off of him and looked to the announcer. The young man wasn't finished and he gripped her leg, Midori glared at him and kicked him in the face. The pain overwhelms her and made her absolutely different, no fucks are given now

Michios hands tightened on his arms as Midori turned the tide. He wasn't cheering anymore, he just wanted the fight to be over. His body had gone very still, and the sight of her blood was lighting a strange fire behind his eyes. On the outside he was just one of the crowd, on the inside he was burning to do some damage.

Midori had an inner struggle, she knew if she didn't take advantage of him on the floor now, he could get back up and hit her again... But her blood rage calmed and cooled and she went to him an offered her hand. "It's not very nice to taunt others" blood still trickled down to her lips, she willed it to stop. "Do you forfeit?" The man looked at her bewildered and grabbed her hand and he sat up. The fight was over and he conceded. Midori turned and went straight for the exit and she immediately found a chair to sit down on. She put her hands on her face and tried to not whimper

Michio walked over to join her as soon as the fight was over. Kneeling down in front of her all the anger was gone from his face and he gently moved her hands away so he could see her face. "Midori, I think we should be done." He carefully picked a couple spare strands of hair out of the blood on her face. The ref came over and tapped him on the shoulder stating that it was his turn to fight. Michio looked back at her and took hold of both of their numbers. "Can we be done? I don't want to fight or watch any more today. I may not be the best, but you look like you need a personal nurse yourself..." He gave her a weak smile.

Midori we relieved to see Michio and she gave him a pained smile, "I'm sorry" she looked down, "I wanted to make you proud" little tears flowed down her cheeks, "I couldn't hit him again..." Her nose looked like a ripe bruise was going to be there, the starting a of a black eye too. She put her hand in front of her face, "no no.. Don't look" it probably looked horrible. Her stomach and side twinged in pain an she bent over suddenly. Careful inspection upon her wrists and you could see how hard the young man gripped her.
Michio quickly removed her number and adding it to his own he gave them to the ref. Carefully scooping her up into his arms he walked from the tournament tent out towards the med center. Moving aside the flap he gently sat her on one of the free beds and got a clean rag and a bowl of warm water. He looked around for the nurse then dismissed the absence. He knelt in front of her and softly began wiping the blood from her face.

She did her very best to sit still but the pain was raw, and it would be for a while. She touched his hand and she chose instead to lay down. Her lips trembled slightly, "he called you.. My boyfriend" she seemed to giggle, it hurt so she quickly stopped. "If only I was that lucky..." She smiled at him and put her hand on her stomach.

Michio leaned over and careful not to hurt her her brushed a soft kiss over her lips. "If you would have me? Would you want me? As a boyfriend?" He brushed her hair free of her face and smiled down at her. He pulled a chair up next to the bed and distractedly busied himself with cleaning her up. He leaned over her and bathed her face, but he was worried about the injuries to her stomach. She needed the nurse, his hands were shaky but gentle as they worked.

Midori looked at him in shock, did he really mean that? She closed her eyes, "I must have been hit harder than I thought... Did you say.. What I thought you said?" She blushed, she was sure she had slipped into a dream or something, maybe she passed out. She poked her stomach and pain twinged at her, she opened her eyes again, "please... Don't be a dream" she whispered. The nurse came over and luckily she was observant and already watched the fight. She came with bandages and tea and some medicinal herbs. "Make her take these" she smiled at Michio, and smiled and patted him on the shoulder and muttered something about how good of a couple they made.

Michio helped Midori take the medicine and herbs as the nurse moved over to the other side of the bed. Placing her hands over Midori's stomach they glowed green as she began using medical jutsu to repair the damage that Midori had taken in the fight. Michio slipped his hand in hers and held it watching in relief as the bruises on her face slowly cleared up and the cuts closed. "Nothing would make me happier Midori, if you would have me all you need do is say it."

Midori's eyes had closed during the healing but she looked up at him when he said that, she couldn't possibly have heard him wrong twice. She smiled after her face was healed and looked up at him, "I would be a fool to say no. She squeezed his hand and smiled, "of course I want to be with you" she relaxed as she was mostly healed. "I just can't believe the great Michio isn't taken yet" she giggled

The light around the nurses hands went out as she finished healing all of Midori's wounds and she smiled and winked at the pair before moving back out to the tournament. Michio laughed and scooped Midori back up into his arms holding her close to his chest. "I think we better take you off somewhere quiet so you can rest and recuperate..." He walked out of the tent with her and moved them off to a quiet park and out of the hustle and bustle of the main festival. They were all alone and the lights of the festival were dimmed behind the leafy foliage. The moon was bright overhead and it was very peaceful.

She felt just fine, but she didn't argue with him, she caught on and she giggled and held into him tightly. She laid her head on his chest as he carried her. When he set her down on the leafy foliage she sighed happily. "It's really pretty here... Did you find this place before?" She rested her head and she reached to touch his hand, she blushed and couldn't believe that they were a couple now.

Michio lay down with her in the soft grass and took her hand again. "This place is actually pretty open normally and a lot of people come through to enjoy it. It's just that with the festival going on everyone is off having fun there. It's nice to be able to enjoy it with you..."

Midori turned on her side and she put her head on his shoulder, she was small so she fit perfectly into him. She wrapped her arm around him, " so.. I've never had a boyfriend before" she blushed

Michio blushed and absently rubbed his nose a little embarrassed himself. "And I've never had a girlfriend to be honest." He trailed his fingers over her arm, it felt good to have her with him. He really didn't know what to do now that they were out of the festival. He was content with just spending time with her. "We should stay here all night."
Midori sighed contently, " I like that idea." She nuzzled her head to get comfortable. " you've never had a girl friend? That's hard to believe" she touched his nose and smiled.
He turned so he could look at her, "oh? And why is that surprising?" He shuffled onto his side meeting her eye, "What about you? You're beautiful~ you've got this long luscious hair.." He moved his hand out to slide through it for emphasis, "those cute lips..." His brushed his thumb over them, "and... Other stuff." His hand stopped and he blushed crimson and broke eye contact.

Midori blushed and looked away too, " it's because of my puppets, and my collection of bones... My" she giggled, "other stuff?" She looked at his chest and touched it lightly, " I wanna know more about you" she smiled, " what's your favorite color, and food?"

-mission end-

The rest of the story~

A roleplay log between (me) and
random Kitsune asshole belongs to no one >I

Description

Original scan here: sta.sh/0cooc2211e1 OTL it's so dramatic don't look.

4. Tournament, a Test of Strength!

In the days of old, soldiers of Tōrōgakure used to spar in hand-to-hand combat each day for training,

Tonight there's a Tournament! Show your might! But you're not allowed using Chakra Techniques!

Your Task:

Draw or Write about your character (and a friend if you wish) fighting it out in the tournament.

But don't make yourself the champion! We will post all submissions to this, and collect votes!

Whoever wins, their OC is the winner of the tournament, and will get a +0.5 boost to their Taijutsu!

note (Asukai only!): You are allowed to perform in a Kendō tournament if you prefer (Asukai use swords).

Midori took a deep breath, she never entered this tournament before but she figured she would give it a shot. She knew that most of the village would be there, she wondered if Michio would be. She put her hands on her cheeks as she remembered their kiss...she bit her lip and wanted it again. Her father called out to her that she would be late, "coming!" she went to grab her puppet..."oh that's right...I can't use you today..." she frowned and she moved the little bears head to the side. "i'm come back...don't worry" she kissed his nose and left. It wasn't long after she had registered with a number on her chest and she awaited patiently.
Michio was excited to attend the tournament, he never missed an opportunity to test his skills. He walked over to the registry and upon signing his name saw that Midori was signed up as well. His cheeks reddened slightly as he remembered what had happened after their last tournament together. He collected his number and went off into the crowd to look for her. It didn't take him very long to locate that long flowing red hair, the two roses poking out were a clear sign. "Midori!" he called out to her and beaming, he moved over to join her.

Midori seemed to be focused on something, she jumped a little when he called her name. In all actuality she was stuck in a memory of their kiss. She blushed a little but responded his call right away, "Michio!" she pet up with him and smiled. She looked down at his number, "lets hope this tournament is different...it's taijutsu only" she reached up and touched his shoulder, "how has it been?"
Michio absently touched the spot where the kunai had struck, seeing her again was an important reminder for him about the price of under-estimating ones opponent. "The arm is fine, it was a good lesson learned." He smiled and blushed then and reaching out he pulled her into a hug. "though I like to think that there were other more important victories won that day."

Midori blushed and she melted into his embrace and she breathed deeply. "I've thought a lot about that day" she pressed her head to his chest, and giggled nervously, "i think about it all the time..." she looked up and you could clearly see her cheeks were redder than a cherry. The announcer flipped the sign, she was up next. Butterflies and nervous shivers went through her. "I'm scared..."

Leaning down he stole a quick kiss, absently aware of a couple people watching but not really caring. He broke free as the ref was coming over to let Midori know she would be fighting. "Just do your best, that's all anyone can expect. I'll be right here cheering you on."
She kissed him back and instantly a flood of butterflies in her stomach but it was more than welcomed. She pulled away and nodded, "ok" she gave him a quick hug and she ran to the tournament circle. She stepped over the line and walked to the center. She awaited her opponent and she closed her eyes and calmed herself. She thought of Michio and how she wanted to make him proud. Midori opened her eyes and she had her game face on.
Across he ring from her a bushy haired kitsune boy stepped into the ring, he was fairly well built and walked with confidence out into the ring. Winding hand wraps around his forearms to match the ones on his legs he walked to the cent of the ring opposite of her and waited for the signal to start.
Midori stared him down and she took one step back and into her fighting stance. She didn't specialize in taijutsu but she wasn't bad either (1.0) her stamina and strength were only just barely higher than that. The announcer signaled them off and Midori waited for him to strike first. She watched his movements and looked for the telegraphs in his muscle twitching to let her know when he'd strike.

Michio watched from the sidelines of the ring as the fight began, he looked over her opponent and could tell that this was going to be tough for Midori. The man confidently started circling her in the ring and seemed to be studying her stance and build. Michio called out some encouragement for Midori but wasn't sure if she could hear him over the crowd of through her concentration.

Midori waited for him to strike first, when the man circled her she would turn to face him, careful of her foot steps and where to put them. If at any time she was off balance he would take advantage of it. "heh, you're that bones girl aren't you?...what? your daddy doesn't get enough from burying everyone in town?" Midori's eyes glared as she focused on him, she opened her mouth to protest but thought better of it. The young man laughed and shook his head, "you're scared shitless...that's why you're not saying anything" he got up and real close to her, "what about that little boyfriend you have? we all saw you kissing..." her eyes opened in shock and she blushed furiously. "why don't you give him a good show?" he patted his cheek, "go head...you get first hit..." he glared, "make it count..." Midori's focus was broken and she looked down at the fist and then pursed her lips together and she didn't hesitate another moment further. She reached back and went to clock him one. Too bad he wasn't true to his work and the young man grabbed her hand and threw her off balance and kneed her in the stomach hard. She gasped and she stood there for a second shocked...

Michios knuckles were white as he gripped the rails of the ring, the wood was groaning in protest he was crushing them so hard. He yearned to leap into the ring and stomp this punk into the ground, but he had to give Midori a chance and both of them would be disqualified if he jumped in. He just had to sit and wait his turn...
The young lad let his knee go and she fell on all fours and she looked up at him, "you lied..." she hissed and he laughed, " you think i'd let you just punch me?" he reared up his legs and he kicked her in her side and she went flying. She spun a little and she took note of how close she was to the end of the ring, "not even a challenge..." the young man laughed. She halted herself by gripping into the dirt. She looked up and rage filled her, an emotion that she wasn't accustomed to. She pushed off the ground and she leept at him, he was surprised an so she got a good hit in, too bad it was his chest and not his face. Midori was short so this also meant it was harder to hit such detrimental areas. The young man frowned and gripped her arm and swept his feet under her, causing her to fall. He went on top of her and held both of her wrists down. Midori struggled under him to get her foot between them so she could push him off.

There was a loud crack of wood breaking from the side of the ring as the rail broke off in Michio's grip. With shaking hands he carefully set the piece of wood down, leaning it up against one of the posts. He took a deep breath and crossed his arms instead, ignoring the curious looks of the people around him. His eyes were fixed on the fight and he was only slightly relieved to see the ref move closer to the pair. It looked as if the fight was one sided enough that it might be over soon.

Midori struggled against him and she didn't want to resort to this but she let her knee go all the way down to the floor and she raised it up to his him in the nads as hard as she could, too bad she only hit his ass but it was still somewhat effective. he growled and she took one hand off of her wrist! However he raised it to hit her. She put her hand up to block against it but her grasp slipped by and a solid punch to her cheek and nose. blood soon came from her nose and he raised his fist again to strike. Midori glared at him, a fire still burning in her soul. Her fingers twitched and she thought about using her chakra...she would be disqualified and she twisted her body and he hit the dirt with his hand and he growled again. With her momentum she turned around but he followed her and started a choke hold on her. She gasped and she struggled. She looked up at Michio and a sort of helplessness in her face could be seen. She looked at him and she grit her teeth, she didn't want to get beaten up, she wanted to impress him... She bent her head forward and SMACK she bashed the back of her head into his nose.

Michio watched, feeling each blow as if it were him getting beaten out in the ring. Grinding his teeth he forced himself under control and just barely stopped short from jumping in the ring himself. He had almost lost it when she looked at him, this was exactly the sort of thing he trained to prevent. Seeing it happen in a festival event, when it was supposed to be friendly competition was almost more than he could bare.

The young man released her and fell backwards. Midori didn't hesitate and she turned and she laid a solid punch to his guy and she swept him. She stood above him and he tried to kick her, she moved out of the way and she was too tired to strike again... She smirked and she let her weight fall on him. Smashing her knee into his gut. He groaned and turned on his side and she got off of him and looked to the announcer. The young man wasn't finished and he gripped her leg, Midori glared at him and kicked him in the face. The pain overwhelms her and made her absolutely different, no fucks are given now

Michios hands tightened on his arms as Midori turned the tide. He wasn't cheering anymore, he just wanted the fight to be over. His body had gone very still, and the sight of her blood was lighting a strange fire behind his eyes. On the outside he was just one of the crowd, on the inside he was burning to do some damage.

Midori had an inner struggle, she knew if she didn't take advantage of him on the floor now, he could get back up and hit her again... But her blood rage calmed and cooled and she went to him an offered her hand. "It's not very nice to taunt others" blood still trickled down to her lips, she willed it to stop. "Do you forfeit?" The man looked at her bewildered and grabbed her hand and he sat up. The fight was over and he conceded. Midori turned and went straight for the exit and she immediately found a chair to sit down on. She put her hands on her face and tried to not whimper

Michio walked over to join her as soon as the fight was over. Kneeling down in front of her all the anger was gone from his face and he gently moved her hands away so he could see her face. "Midori, I think we should be done." He carefully picked a couple spare strands of hair out of the blood on her face. The ref came over and tapped him on the shoulder stating that it was his turn to fight. Michio looked back at her and took hold of both of their numbers. "Can we be done? I don't want to fight or watch any more today. I may not be the best, but you look like you need a personal nurse yourself..." He gave her a weak smile.

Midori we relieved to see Michio and she gave him a pained smile, "I'm sorry" she looked down, "I wanted to make you proud" little tears flowed down her cheeks, "I couldn't hit him again..." Her nose looked like a ripe bruise was going to be there, the starting a of a black eye too. She put her hand in front of her face, "no no.. Don't look" it probably looked horrible. Her stomach and side twinged in pain an she bent over suddenly. Careful inspection upon her wrists and you could see how hard the young man gripped her.
Michio quickly removed her number and adding it to his own he gave them to the ref. Carefully scooping her up into his arms he walked from the tournament tent out towards the med center. Moving aside the flap he gently sat her on one of the free beds and got a clean rag and a bowl of warm water. He looked around for the nurse then dismissed the absence. He knelt in front of her and softly began wiping the blood from her face.

She did her very best to sit still but the pain was raw, and it would be for a while. She touched his hand and she chose instead to lay down. Her lips trembled slightly, "he called you.. My boyfriend" she seemed to giggle, it hurt so she quickly stopped. "If only I was that lucky..." She smiled at him and put her hand on her stomach.

Michio leaned over and careful not to hurt her her brushed a soft kiss over her lips. "If you would have me? Would you want me? As a boyfriend?" He brushed her hair free of her face and smiled down at her. He pulled a chair up next to the bed and distractedly busied himself with cleaning her up. He leaned over her and bathed her face, but he was worried about the injuries to her stomach. She needed the nurse, his hands were shaky but gentle as they worked.

Midori looked at him in shock, did he really mean that? She closed her eyes, "I must have been hit harder than I thought... Did you say.. What I thought you said?" She blushed, she was sure she had slipped into a dream or something, maybe she passed out. She poked her stomach and pain twinged at her, she opened her eyes again, "please... Don't be a dream" she whispered. The nurse came over and luckily she was observant and already watched the fight. She came with bandages and tea and some medicinal herbs. "Make her take these" she smiled at Michio, and smiled and patted him on the shoulder and muttered something about how good of a couple they made.

Michio helped Midori take the medicine and herbs as the nurse moved over to the other side of the bed. Placing her hands over Midori's stomach they glowed green as she began using medical jutsu to repair the damage that Midori had taken in the fight. Michio slipped his hand in hers and held it watching in relief as the bruises on her face slowly cleared up and the cuts closed. "Nothing would make me happier Midori, if you would have me all you need do is say it."

Midori's eyes had closed during the healing but she looked up at him when he said that, she couldn't possibly have heard him wrong twice. She smiled after her face was healed and looked up at him, "I would be a fool to say no. She squeezed his hand and smiled, "of course I want to be with you" she relaxed as she was mostly healed. "I just can't believe the great Michio isn't taken yet" she giggled

The light around the nurses hands went out as she finished healing all of Midori's wounds and she smiled and winked at the pair before moving back out to the tournament. Michio laughed and scooped Midori back up into his arms holding her close to his chest. "I think we better take you off somewhere quiet so you can rest and recuperate..." He walked out of the tent with her and moved them off to a quiet park and out of the hustle and bustle of the main festival. They were all alone and the lights of the festival were dimmed behind the leafy foliage. The moon was bright overhead and it was very peaceful.

She felt just fine, but she didn't argue with him, she caught on and she giggled and held into him tightly. She laid her head on his chest as he carried her. When he set her down on the leafy foliage she sighed happily. "It's really pretty here... Did you find this place before?" She rested her head and she reached to touch his hand, she blushed and couldn't believe that they were a couple now.

Michio lay down with her in the soft grass and took her hand again. "This place is actually pretty open normally and a lot of people come through to enjoy it. It's just that with the festival going on everyone is off having fun there. It's nice to be able to enjoy it with you..."

Midori turned on her side and she put her head on his shoulder, she was small so she fit perfectly into him. She wrapped her arm around him, " so.. I've never had a boyfriend before" she blushed

Michio blushed and absently rubbed his nose a little embarrassed himself. "And I've never had a girlfriend to be honest." He trailed his fingers over her arm, it felt good to have her with him. He really didn't know what to do now that they were out of the festival. He was content with just spending time with her. "We should stay here all night."
Midori sighed contently, " I like that idea." She nuzzled her head to get comfortable. " you've never had a girl friend? That's hard to believe" she touched his nose and smiled.
He turned so he could look at her, "oh? And why is that surprising?" He shuffled onto his side meeting her eye, "What about you? You're beautiful~ you've got this long luscious hair.." He moved his hand out to slide through it for emphasis, "those cute lips..." His brushed his thumb over them, "and... Other stuff." His hand stopped and he blushed crimson and broke eye contact.

Midori blushed and looked away too, " it's because of my puppets, and my collection of bones... My" she giggled, "other stuff?" She looked at his chest and touched it lightly, " I wanna know more about you" she smiled, " what's your favorite color, and food?"

-mission end-

The rest of the story~

A roleplay log between (me) and
random Kitsune asshole belongs to no one >I