Guest Rachel Posted November 28, 2006 Posted November 28, 2006 (edited) There was more shock than pain when the kunai burrowed deeply into the fleshy part of Naomi's back, biting into his body with a most malicious intent, as if it received some sort of euphoric climax from the taste of his blood, which had now rushed forth to douse the knife-tip like some eager child on Christmas morning. He felt his arm go momentarily numb, then spasm faintly before he regained control enough to move it of his own will. There was a warm sensation spreading from the point where he had been 'stabbed,' as if his body was slowly being engulfed in a weak flame, set not on burning him, but warming him to the point of madness. The distraction dulled Shitai's words to mute, and, although he could not distinguish each syllable from the drone, Naomi felt angered by just the haughty sound of Shitai's voice. He was being mocked, and he knew it. Naomi's senses, which had been struggling under the blanket of near unconsciousness, returned with a sharp snap, and the pain in his shoulder erupted into agony. He made no sound to communicate his discomfort, though. Both for reasons of habit enforced by training, and the simple matter of his pride. Shitai could never see that he had brought so much distress. He reached into his pocket again, and produced several cutely decorated Explosive tags. His person seemed to be brimming with the tools, ranging from these pink ones to tags filled with ominous black designs. Explosions were his main, and probably his only source of offensive strength - besides his narrow array of glass-based Jutsus. He threw his arm out behind him, blasting a small amount of Chakra into each tag, aiming them all in Shitai's general direction. That was the beauty of explosions: one never really had to aim. "Koubaisuu Jibaku Fuda: Kassei!" Each tag exploded in a flurry of bright lights, and then the whole room was filled with a shiny confetti-like substance, like little fairies dancing around in a most merry ensemble. Meanwhile, Naomi, hidden by the epicenter of the glittering storm, had begun working on another jutsu - A clone. Only, it carried his scent; he had shed his jacket and traded it for the replica's. He could hide, now, lure Shitai out of the house with the clone and work his way upstairs to save the children. They would have to live parentless lives, yes, but any life was better than no life at all. Ooc; Thanks Rayn. I don't think either of us will mind if you keep doing what you're doing. I don't have a problem with it, anyways. Edited November 28, 2006 by Rachel Quote
Fluffywerewolf Posted November 28, 2006 Posted November 28, 2006 Shitia had to shield his eyes from the flash. The scent of smoke overpowered his sense of smell, requiring him to pull the chakra from his nose in order to prevent from choking. The smoke poured from the remaining tags, and it stung his eyes. ---------------------------------------------------------- Damn you, he yelled, the anger in his voice sending the sounds reverberating through the cramped house. ---------------------------------------------------------- He straightened and his red orbs began to fill with his blood, the dark red drowning out the inky black whites. Slowly, the flames that covered his hands began to spread up his arms and across his massive chest. Soon, it seemed as though shitai's body had become one of purest fire, the heat coming off of him leaving faint scorch marks on the walls. ---------------------------------------------------------- Shitai had activiated the Yowakusuru bloodline, transforming himself into a monolith of flame. Suddenly, there seemed as though there were more than one of this pesky jounnin, One running outside, the other, couldn't exactly be placed, seeing as his sense of smell had been effectively neutralized. ---------------------------------------------------------- He figured, however, that the fool would try to run and get himself out of the house, perhaps in a last ditch attempt to take the battle out of the family's home. He could see a shape moving towards the door. He was trying to get out. Very well, shitai thought, I will induldge you. But not entirely. He slammed both of his hands into the walls, the dried wood of the door sides catching flame rapidly. As the fires burned, Shitai walked outside into the chill night air, his sights set on the young jouninn outside. A ball of flames erupted from his hands, flying toward his adversary. OOC: Not at all rayn, keep it up. it really helps keep the atmosphere in (and it keeps the topic up) and thanks, im glad you are enjoying it. Quote
Guest Rachel Posted November 29, 2006 Posted November 29, 2006 Naomi didn't explode right away. In fact he ball of fire flew uselessly by his chest, missing by a hair. But it was enough. Chakra reacted. A chain reaction was set off, the first link formed by concern for another's life. Naomi hadn't thought about the weaponry packed into his vest. He hadn't given so much as a passing thought to Shitai's fire. For a moment or two, Naomi wore a confused sort of look, as if he couldn't exactly place what had happened. He twitched and convulsed, as if control had been wrenched from his body. Anybody could tell that something was wrong; it didn't take rocket science. His chest bulged, and then his face and, finally, the boy erupted. Had it not been for the fact that Naomi had given the clone his real jacket, for the replica was a solid one, and could wear it without concern - then the explosion would have been harmless. But it was the vest, so packed with explosive tags that one had to wonder how Naomi kept his place as an NCIA officer, that set the pendulum in motion. One after another, they exploded. The sky was filled with sparkles, acidic liquid flung onto walls and fragments of metal weaponry clattered nosily to the sidewalk - although the sound was lost amidst the blast. When the dust had finally cleared, nothing but n area of rubble and charred building material was left of the boy. Or, it appeared so. His vest was gone, yes, along with his ID tag and travel documents, but the real teen was watching from a rooftop away, having braved the blaze inside the home to rescue the children. Thankfully, the death of his clone had put out the fire. But... what was he to do now? Could he run and hope for the best, or should he stay and make sure that Shitai could no longer kill? On his person he had only the tag on his hand and one stuck into his back pocket. Did he dare try to attempt victory with such a lacking arsenal? It didn't matter,. There was no time for contemplation. If he was going to act, it had to be now. He strained to see through the dust that had yet to settle, and scowled passionately. Tonight, you die. Even if I die along with you. He jumped form the building, into the shadows below - Towards the unknown. Quote
Fluffywerewolf Posted November 30, 2006 Posted November 30, 2006 Shitai released the hold he had on the flames of his body, letting them dissipate into nothingness as the explosion rocked the hunter's body. He smiled, a grim satisfaction finding its way on his face as the smoke cleared enough to see. So intent was he on seeing the jounnins mangled body that for a moment, his eyes registered the body. But it faded away, leaving a slightly surprised Shitai standing in the street. ----------------------------------------- Shadow Clones he grunted disdain dripping from his voice. ----------------------------------------- He heard a slight thud behind him, and turned around to find the jounnin whom thought he had just killed standing in the shadows. Quote
Guest Rachel Posted November 30, 2006 Posted November 30, 2006 "Naah! Look what you did, idiot! Now I'm going to have to use the bounty on your head for explosive tags instead of that new designer jacket I've been eyeing! And leaving yourself so open for an attack... Such a Genin mistake!" He smirked; his words drizzled in a most obvious of arrogant dressings. He was in the open, now, and the children were safe. With any luck, Naomi could keep Shitai out in the open air, away from civilians. "Gouijoushi Bunshin," the teen continued, "Although, you're not alone in your mistake," A grin, still with the same haughtiness as before. Did he feel as if he had gotten ahead? That Shitai was surely in trouble now? Interestingly enough, it seemed as if the wind had kicked up, violently kicking grains of sand around and clawing at Naomi's t-shirt. He bore no defense as he had before, only the thin material of the shirt protected him from whatever tools of pain Shitai decided to employ. Quote
