I'm Wide Awake.. (Open)

[FUUKAME YUKITO]

The Land of Moon: considered to be a get-away spot for the sandy, and inviting beaches, and aside from the Hidden Ninja Village stationed there, that was the only attraction for the territory. So, with that in mind, Yukito thought it would be the best place to avoid any confrontation whatsoever, considering what the other places were like. He did his best to conceal his planned destination to anyone, even his own Team and family. Lately, he hasn't been feeling like himself, and with the nightmares associated, it wasn't doing the guy much justice. Yukito was always the kind of guy to stay on point, and keep his head in the game; now it felt like he was lost, and he was fighting some invisible enemy that was untouchable. He wasn't losing it.... but he was losing something.


That's why he wanted to try getting away from the ninja life just for a day, even from the Village. He needed some time to clear his mind, and get some of his priorities and problems in check. He needed to find out why he was feeling like this, and why so uneasy as well. His mind was so cloudy, he wasn't even paying much attention to his surroundings, and barely even himself. Even his neck was starting to bug him, and yet, he did not pay it much mind. Yukito was too far into his head. At the very least though, he was levelled enough to bring his typical travelling gear with him, even his ninja stuff. He was trekking down one of the Land's beaches leaving nothing but scattered thoughts, and footprints in the sand trailing. His expression looked tired, and even lost - if anyone knew Yukito before, it was an expression that they would never be use to seeing before.

[STORM KATHERINE]

Swimsuit

Katherine could be seen walking along the beach in the opposite direction now arms crossed together under her bust her eyes closed. She was wearing a white jacket with a high collar that covered the lower part of her face while baring a good portion of the lower half of her large breasts and midriff. The jacket's sleeves completely envelop her arms terminating in black glove-like extensions at her hands resembling the appearance of a cat's paw. She also wore a matching white hakama with a black sash around her waist. Byakurai Raiken was sheathed and strapped to her back since she rarely left anywhere without it. She would stop now turning to gaze out at the ocean now. How she admired such freedom life possessed there. Not a care in the world no hatred at all simply survival of the fittest. She loved the ocean so much it was part of the reason why she was called the sharkqueen.

She would move to unstrap her swordcase before dropping it on the ground. Then she would unzip her jacket and toss it on top of it the rest of her clothes soon following suit. It was then revealed her underlying swimsuit a one piece suit. The top was rather revealing as she wore a a collar made of shark bones with a strap made of bones that ran down the middle of her breasts, two thin pieces branching out to cover her nipples and not much else, which connected to her skirt which was lined with shark bone pieces as well and lastly her panties underneath. She would then run forward and dive into the water going deep before surfacing about a minute later gasping for air. It felt nice to relax like this and get her mind off things. She had come here on a mission and once that was done decided to relax here for a day. She had been so busy lately with her engagement to Esmerelda and helping with her wedding plans she needed a break since it was a little overwhelming at times.

[FUUKAME YUKITO]

”Bahhhhh!”
Yukito dropped to his knees, and tossed his ninja gear nearby to the side with his hands trailing instantly to the side of his neck. It was the damn mark again – this thing was just not getting any better, and Yukito knew that he couldn’t keep writing it off anymore. Thanks to the thing, his personality was changing, and he couldn’t get his emotions or sometimes even his own actions under control. That was also why he didn’t tell his sensei or teammates anything about his location and plans – he couldn’t bare to face them after what he did. The whole thing just pained Yukito silently. Sasuke was responsible for all this, he was changing and he was seriously doubting if there was a damn thing he could do about both cases. Right now though, he was hurting beyond the silence as well with his knees to the sand, and his screams practically shaking the sand on the beach. Sometimes, the damn thing would feel like an itch or a bite, and other times, develop into this searing sensation that felt like it was eating away at his neck constantly going to his very bone. It was practically mind-numbing, and had to force Yukito into screaming. It was not a pretty sound or sight for sure. He even reached the point of writhing in the sand, and going in the fetal position just as he did at the very first implanting of Sasuke’s Curse Mark.


The Mark started to glow a deadly purple unknown to Yukito under his hand. His mind felt dead and useless after the pain strike, all that he could think about was the Mark. Nothing else was on his mind, and it felt strangely comfortable now. As he stood up, he gazed out on the ocean and the scenery, picking up small things like someone’s clothes on the beach, which probably belonged to the head that was out there in the water. He was just starting to regain his form, and thoughts, but the Curse Mark would take effect on that once again. His body felt surging with power, and that was all that he could feel and think about. It felt so comfortable with his body, like it was all natural. Yukito felt like this was just all a transition – his power felt right, and even natural. He opened his eyes widely, and embraced the chakra boost that he felt. No more pain, was this all him... or the Mark? He couldn’t tell, and a part of him didn’t want to care. ”Why does this feel right?” He was slowly becoming torn, as he was starting to feel powerful. His psyche was seriously being tortured; the conflict in himself slowly degraded his power hungry feel – Yukito braced his body inward, and slowly started to feel sick as if something was trying to take over his conscience. "This isn't right"....... Suddenly, it felt nasty and unnatural!


”Ggaaaahhhhh.....STOP ITTTTTTTTT!!!!!” his outburst complemented his movements as he released his body brace with his folded-in arms stretching outwards. At that movement, a powerful wave of chakra bursted out of him. It wasn’t in any visible form, but the force of the power affected the surroundings. The sands on the beach vibrated while some even blew away from Yukito. The chakra burst affected the water too as it violently shooked with some from the shoreline going out to the body of it all tore up and was sent flying back – a backwards wave! The reaction sent Yukito to his knees again with his body quivering, panting seriously and his hand on his neck. Did he make a huge mistake? He needed help..

[STORM KATHERINE]

Most of her clan found it strange how much she liked the water. Her clan being mostly raiton users it was usually something most of them would avoid but she loved. She felt home near the water and growing up had always loved sharks. How she had dreamed of swimming along with them of course she knew such an action wasn't smart to do now. She would smile sheepishly before diving again again going a little deeper now. How serene and peaceful it was beneath the waves. Fish swimming about minding their own business swimming away whenever she got too close to them. She would surface again looking towards the shore now. Her stuff was still there fortunately. Deciding she had had enough she began swimming back towards the shore now.

Removing her swim suit once on shore she would move to collect her clothes now. She would slip on her jacket first concealing the lower part of her face again the lightning bolt tattoos on her face partially visible still. Next came her hakama, her shoes, and finally her sword was strapped on around her waist on her back again. She was shaking her hair a little when she sensed it. A strange dark chakra nearby beginning to surge out of control. She soon heard a yell and took off running along the beach in the direction she felt it a strong gust of wind mixed with the strange chakra causing her to shield herself. Once it had passed she pressed on and soon came upon a young male on his knees the source of the disturbance she had just felt. "Hey you alright?" She would ask now hand moving to the hilt of her sword now. Ready to draw it at a moment's notice if the young male gave her a reason too. He would be dead before he could even lay a hand against her if he tried.

[FUUKAME YUKITO]

Was there anyway to get out of this without suicide? Yukito never felt like this one before in his life; it felt like his entire world was falling, and there was no way to win his inner battle. Everything he was so sure about was falling quicker than water through a sieve. The very core of his morals was shaken, and could be easily influenced. What seemed like the natural right thing was now so blurry and misguided. The mark pained him immensely, but with it came a sense of power and feeling that felt just as natural as the pain, and felt comfortable to open up to, but even if his core was shaken, it hadn’t fallen, and Yukito still battled the influencing ability of the Curse Mark. He didn’t know for sure that it was all due to it; all he could manage to know or care to know was the pain, and the power he felt from it sometimes. His hands hastily raked through his hair as he sat on his knees in the sand. Right now, he was okay – only shaken, and slightly freaked out.


For a moment, he felt so energized, and could actually feel his chakra surging through his body. On top of that, his chakra felt interestingly pure – Yukito’s first attribute was to wind, and as strange as it sounded, he swore he could see the wind around him surging, and ready to be released. To put it simple, it was power – Yukito’s power, but was it really? The young Chuunin tried to stand up, brushing off the sand off his knees and witnessed the scene around him. The sand was disturbed, and formed some dunes on the beach with the water still shaking and disturbed. He sighed at what he unexpectedly did to the scene; Yukito just hoped that the beach really was abandoned today. Unfortunately, more disappointment could come as someone called out to him; he looked around and saw a woman coming up to him – this woman wasn’t your average lady either. Her look looked quite…. Provocative, and tempting. He blinked about twice at the sight of her, and looked away from direct sight. Why did someone have to be there?... and why someone like that? Yukito wasn’t really a pervert, or someone that would be that direct or expressive whenever something provocative came up.. but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be affected by such things. He looked down as she came up to him. ”I’m fine. Can you just leave me alone? Believe me….” The last thing he needed was conversation, or someone to annoy him.

[STORM KATHERINE]

Katherine wasn't sure what to make of the young male. He seemed to be in pain at first then he seemed fine. She could feel this chakra radiating off of him now. Was this his power? Strange she wasn't sure what to make of it other than it didn't feel right to her. The male seemed to calm now as he took whatever was happening to him all in now. Then she called out to him and he finally turned to look at her now seeming shocked. She would chuckle lightly at his reaction she knew she was beautiful and certainly well endowed. Almost every new guy she met that didn't know her had the same reaction. Then came the flirting and awkward silence when she revealed she was gay. Most usually ran off at that note and she could only hope this guy didn't do the same. Regardless if he did or flirted with her she would simply ignore it since her engagement ring was around her neck on a necklace hidden under her jacket.

"Too bad. I want to know what happened just now. Such unnatural chakra is not normal." She would reply arms crossed under her bust now. She wanted answers and she wouldn't leave until she got them. If he chose to leave then she would stop him from doing so. That power was dangerous around others and he seemed unable to control it. Something bad was bound to happen if left unchecked. "Start talking now." She would say with her demanding tone clearly in Anbu mode now. She didn't care for his excuses why he wanted her to leave or if he liked her attitude or not. She wouldn't let him avoid the problem since she wanted answers about it. She would interrogate him one way or another whether he liked it or not.

[FUUKAME YUKITO]

Yukito had his hands in his hair with his eyes closed, trying to fend off whatever it was that was responsible for what happened earlier. Was this really how it felt to be powerful and absolute? Before, he would easily answer that question in his head, but now, it seemed as complex as an advanced tactical measure rather than A B C. The thirst for it grew, for it to come in even larger doses, but he was still hesitant; something, as small as it may be, did not feel good about it all. It wouldn’t be long before his body started to twitch with the confusion in his psyche. He couldn’t even bother to pay much attention to the woman that joined him to see if he was alright. Yukito told her to get lost anyway, even as nicely as possible because it should be believed that he was ready to share a few choice words with her. His twitching and panicked form only hastened as a familiar sensation starting to rise up again. It was coming back, and it was not as pleasant as it felt just before. Now that he had a taste for it, his body itself was craving for it, yet a strong, but small part of him resisted it because he knew that it was not the best despite its sweet, tempting nature. The old Yukito was still battling, but was it a losing war?


Now, to make matters even more complicated, the woman still chose to stay and of all things, to be questioning him. Was this b%&*h serious? ...did she not understand the intricacies of the language in which she and Yukito spoke? Yet, here she still was. Yukito’s body started to lift from the sandy surface with his head still slightly tilted downwards, leaving a slight shadow to mask his face, but one of his eyes manage to pierce that darkness and with a piercing mood all its own, leered right to the unnamed woman with the utmost sense of defiance, and disguist. Just why was she even here? ...she sensed the power that Yukito honed, and maybe wanted it for herself. Yukito’s eye alone was the persona of darkness to complement his entire dark structure. ”Just what does normal mean? Would you call those in front of you normal?...” He looked down to her blossoming bosom briefly before looking back up. ”I said get lost; can’t you understand English?” His gaze instantly looked away from her at the turn of his entire body to start moving. At the motion of the turn, he could feel the sensation starting to overpower that soft conscience denying its comfortable sensation.

[STORM KATHERINE]

She would frown feeling that unnatural chakra growing again as he seemed to get irritated with her. She was only trying to help him out but it seemed he didn't want it or to talk about it for that matter. Her facial expression would show she cared little about this as she was in Anbu mode now. Something was wrong with this man and she could not ignore it. How easy it would be to do so and normally off duty she would. It was hardly her problem but the outcome might not be pretty. What if he snapped in a town nearby and people got hurt even if it was an accident. Someone might die and she didn't want that on either of their consciouses now. The look he gave her as he moved to get up and speak to her was a little unsettling but nothing that phased her much. Her own look so uncaring and dull could easily just be as menacing to others that might threaten her or wish her harm in some kind of way. His reaction and comment made her scoff a little acting like a child throwing a tantrum when they didn't get their way with something. Things could turn ugly she knew if she was not careful about this and said the wrong thing. A fight might ensue and she would hate to have to harm or kill him but she would in self defense if he attacked her first.

"Normal is whatever you want to call it. You might call a Jinchuriki a freak or unnatural but to them such a life is normal." Katherine would simply reply looking back to Yukito now. Not that she believed such things it was just an example. Normal was whatever people chose to believe it was. For her being gay was normal and not something she was ashamed of in the least but to others it was unnatural and wrong not that she cared. "Look I'm just trying to help you out here. I don't want to see others get hurt for something that could have been avoided by just talking things out. You wouldn't want to hurt someone now would you if that unstable power leaks out again somewhere more populated?" She just wanted to show him reason. To see the problem at hand and realize he needed help with it. Sure she was a stranger but she was a kunoichi evident of the headband around her neck. An ally and someone he could rely on right now if need be. She wouldn't leave until she was sure things would be alright or he forced her to go.

[FUUKAME YUKITO]

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