Orb, RD11, somewhere in or just outside Schwanheim.

[bondsoflove]

[A young man is backing away from view, staring forward with confusion. He has no idea what the orb is, has never seen anything like it, and is threatened by its presence.

He tries hitting it, to no avail. The sword, which looks a little too big for him, doesn’t work either.

He makes a noise of frustration and drops the sword with a clatter, pacing the little room in circles. He keeps a wary eye on the orb, waiting for it, or something inside it, to attack him.

After a while, he balls his hands into fists and sinks down against the wall, teeth gritted. He glares, no longer at the orb but at the floor, and pounds one fist.

His face contorts with some unseen pain, and he rocks himself back and forth, jaw clenched around silent sobs--his eyes are screwed shut as water leaks down his face and drips from his chin, his jaw. If you listen closely, you can hear his breath hitching in time with jerks of his shoulders.

He shakes his head--releases and re-clenches his fists. He’s mouthing ‘no, no’; he bites his lip and stops breathing completely, terrifyingly still.

He lets out his breath with a gasp and sucks it back in, harsh. Freezes again.

This repeats for a few minutes, but it seems to calm him. The rocking slows, and his breathing is less jagged and desperate. Finally, rubs his forearm over his eyes.

He focuses on the orb again, and his gaze flashes murderous, wild red. His voice is raw and full of more fury than should fit in his small, slender body.]

If this is an imprisonment, let me the fuck out before I set this whole place on fire.

Comments

[wheresmycoffee]

I thought the whole point of ninjas was that they were stealthy and hidden. That coming out of nowhere to slice a guy's head off and then vanishing into the night sort of crap.

[bondsoflove]

Not every mission is a stealth mission.

[wheresmycoffee]

Someone aught to tell the movies then. [[and he's back to drinking his coffee.]]

[bondsoflove]

Movies romanticize everything. And you call me an idiot.

[wheresmycoffee]

Yup. [[That opinion hasn't changed.]]

[bondsoflove]

So are you antagonizing me for the hell of it, or do you actually have something against me?

[wheresmycoffee]

Would be hard to have something against someone who only just showed up. [[so nonchalant as he has another drink.]]

Doesn't take much to piss you off, huh? Might wanna work on that.

[bondsoflove]

There's a price on my head. I can't afford not to assume the worst.

[wheresmycoffee]

Aaaand if you look around you should be able to tell that you're not in Kansas anymore, Toto, or ninja land or wherever the fuck you're from.

Also, you're an idiot for telling people that. Unless you want to have people try and hunt you down here too, in which case you're still an idiot.

[bondsoflove]

Obviously. I was trying to figure out if I'd been sealed somewhere.

[He puts his hand on the doorknob, tentatively.]

My face is as known as my name, in fire country. I can usually take petty vigilantes.

[wheresmycoffee]

But you're in Fairy Tale Bullshit country now. Not that anyone gives a shit.

[bondsoflove]

Fairy Tale Bullshit?

[That makes him smirk.]

I won't be here long. I just need to figure out how to get back to Fire Country.

[wheresmycoffee]

Luck with that. No one's figured that out yet.

[bondsoflove]

Have you ever had an Uchiha try?

[wheresmycoffee]

[[another drink from his mug]] You say as if I'm supposed to know or care that that's your name. [[said so dryly]] And considering how well you've done so far, I don't think it's anything to boast about.

[bondsoflove]

Hn.

[Well, if nobody knows the Uchiha, at least that gives him the advantage of nobody wanting Uchiha blood.

For now, anyway.]

I was emotionally compromised upon entry. Once I get a source of information, it won't take long to put it together.

[wheresmycoffee]

Emotionally compromised. [His lips quirk in to a smile as he almost laughs]] Your shrink tell you that one?

[bondsoflove]

[He has no idea what that means, so he'll shrug it off.] I had just finished a conversation with my undead brother.

[wheresmycoffee]

[[That actually gets him to pause a moment]] We talking zombies or a ghost or someone just called him up from the afterlife?

[bondsoflove]

Someone summoned him for war.

[wheresmycoffee]

Dick move, whoever did that.

[bondsoflove]

...yeah.

[Frown.]

But getting to talk to him was enlightening.

[wheresmycoffee]

I'd expect it would be.

[bondsoflove]

Hence, emotionally compromised.

[wheresmycoffee]

[[shakes his head]] You make it sound much more like bullshit when you say it that way. Unless people back in ninja land talk like that since most people don't unless they're trying to sound special.