`ramalama; bang, bang xx

[`alexandra]

YOU MAKE ME SO HOT, MAKE ME WANNA DROP,

YOU'RE SO RIDICULOUS, I CAN BARELY STOP.

"Mizuno Reiko, get out of bed now."

She could practically see her mother standing over the bed, hands on her hips, scowling. Why couldn't she just leave her alone, in the mornings? Sleep was precious. Sleep was everything. Sleep was vital. Did Chie want a b-tchy, prone to violence, p-ssed off teenager up at this hour? Reiko forced her eyes to open and check the time, the red numbers on her alarm clock had her glaring.

"It's ten a.m. on a day off, Mum," she groaned, covering her face with her free hand. Chie wasn't impressed by any means, "get your ass out of bed, now," she growled, and Reiko promptly squeaked and sat straight up - the movement, followed by a sharp pain in her head - she could swear that if she was allowed to drink, this was how a hangover would feel. Never, would she drink. Mentally, she laughed at the memory of Eiji stumbling home at two in the morning, after celebrating with his friends on his success at becoming a Chuunin. Now that, Chie wasn't happy about - because technically, Eiji wasn't legally allowed to drink.

"Why do you torture me?" Reiko whimpered, stretching lazily, like a feline - save she didn't have the grace, nor elegance to properly pull it off.

"This is for your own good, darling," Chie said in a more pleasant tone, the sweet, warm one that her mother was always supposed to use. "You need to get out of the house and socialize - yes, I know, you don't have any friends-" that was harsh, "- but maybe today, you could make some?"

What was this, 'here sweetie, I'll give you a prize if you can make a friend day'? Reiko didn't make friends, she scared people off with her vibrant personality that they were all just jealous of.

"If you do, I'll let you sleep in tomorrow!" Chie chimed enthusiastically.

"Really, why do you want me out of the house?" Reiko was suddenly anxious now; Chie hated it when Reiko slept in.

"Well... uh..." is she blushing, for God's sake?! "it's your father's and my... anniversary."

Reiko was dressed in her slightly off white, pale yellow top; black, very short shorts; past her knees, black boots; weapons pouch and holster; with her hitai-ate tied around her right thigh, before her mother could say anymore.

"Where's Yuki?" she blurted out, eyes narrowed at Chie as she walked backwards to the door - fiddling with her glasses that she had swiped from her bedside table, her mother smiling - knowingly.

"At Karai's place," she replied sweetly. And that was all Reiko needed before she all but ran out of the house, inwardly shuddering and cringing. Her parents anniversary. The only thing that came to mind then, when Chie wanted the kids out of the house, was a very bad mental picture.

Four children. Yuki having been conceived on her Mother's birthday. Reiko shuddered and blocked the thoughts out of her mind, putting her glasses on and pushing them further up the bridge of her nose, waiting until she perfected her vision before, more calmly, setting off down the street. Making friends, my a-s, Reiko huffed, running her hand through the left side of her hair - perfectly straight, neat and tidy; as compared to the other one, messy, choppy and very untidy.

Over all, the day was too bright and happy.

This is supposed to be the Raining Country, right? Where's the f'ing rain? Reiko liked the rain, ever since she was a toddler... sure, she didn't know why exactly, but she always had the urges to run around in it, like the old days. And then, she liked twilight. Because it wasn't too bright, yet it wasn't too dark, either; in between. With a dramatic, drawn out sigh, Reiko observed the streets of Ame with little interest.

Everything was the same, with the same morning bustle - the same people with black near brown hair, like hers, those b-tches.

"Reiko!" please don't come any closer, please. Eiji, the b-stard, had most likely come to place a bet on whether or not Chie was going to get pregnant again.

"What d'you want, dobe?" she muttered, and Eiji grinned.

"Don't be such a b-tch, Rei," he replied with a mocking tone - he knew, all to well, of her bad moods in the mornings. "I'm just placing a bet on that our next sibling is going to be a boy," he declared with a smug atmosphere. It was the pattern in the Mizuno family. Two boys, then a girl, two boys, then twins. Her Uncle and Aunt, though, had already had the next boy... so it was time for twins. Eiji always over looked the fact that it wasn't just to one part of the family, but the whole one.

"Baka, it's twins next - and I'd feel too bad if I took your next paycheck, again," Reiko rolled her eyes before promptly leaving Eiji where he stood - without so much as a glance back - and moving on through the crowds.

She needed something to wake up, desperately. She doubted tea would do it, but it was worth a shot. Scanning through the buildings, markets and stores - Reiko spotted a slightly on of the small side, modest yet warm looking tea house and headed directly for it.

"Reiko!"

No, I will not be stopped again, I swear-

"Reiko-chan!"

P-ss off, little girl, I'm almost there!

"REIKO-CHAN!"

I'll f-cking kill her.

Without warning, Reiko spun around with the grace of a shinobi, and glare of one very annoyed teenage girl.

"What. Do. You. Want?" She growled, pausing in between words to empathize her mood. Though, the girl was too f'ing slow in the head to realize exactly what Reiko was getting at. And she was suppose to become a shinobi? Reiko scoffed. She had worse chances that herself.

"I just wanted to hang out with you," the eight year old nearly sang, and Reiko wanted to promptly vomit - but she didn't have anything in her stomach, so it would just be a very awkward moment.

"Go away, Naomi," Reiko sighed, crossing her arms over her chest in a dramatic fashion as she avoided looking at the girls 'puppy dog eye no jutsu'.

"But!" She whined, and would continue to do so until Reiko was forced to go medical-nin on her a-s and stuff up her voice box. The idea was very tempting, but she doubted her mother would let her get away with such a horrific act. But really, she would be doing the village a justice. She'd be a hero.

"I'm very hungry, Naomi," she muttered darkly, squatting down so that she was at eye level with her, "and I eat little kids for lunch," she reached out to twirl a piece of the girl's strawberry blond hair around her finger, "blond is my favorite flavor." A sweet, utterly frightning when you saw the true monster behind the fake innocence, smile stretched Reiko's full, pretty lips; eyes glinting with something very alien to the little girl.

Naomi squeaked and, wide eyed, promptly skirted off with a shout of, "I just realized I didn't brush my teeth this morninng!" Leaving a very smug Reiko behind, as she stood back up and strode into the tea house - a few looks were cast her way, but she chose to ignore them.

"Can I help you?" a young, slightly on the small side - probably around Reiko's age - squeaked, surprised. Blushing? Reiko snickered and decided to have some fun.

"Yes, please," she murmured sweetly in a husky tone - the poor kid was already stuttering and tripping over himself - "something strong, to wake me up," and here she paused as she leaned over closer to him to examine his name tag, her lips forming a cute pout, "Ma-sa-ki."

It was too easy; she smiled flirtatiously, as she watched him nod and stumble around to make her order. Reiko received it in less then two minutes, "it's on the house," he muttered shyly.

"Oh, you're so sweet," she chimed, and smiled once more, "thank you, Masaki-kun," she murmured in a more thick tone, that she could see caused his mind to go blank, as she walked over to a table near a window and sat down, sipping on the tea that was indeed strong, but not unpleasant.

I CAN MAKE YOU FEEL ALL BETTER, JUST TAKE IT IN,

AND I CAN SHOW YOU ALL THE PLACES YOU'VE NEVER BEEN.

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ooc; open to anyone willing to be molested, raped, possibly mind-screwed enough. =3

[Satoshi]

Time and time again... the same damn bars at the same damn time. A lost cause for the lost souls. Konoha has grown tiring, well, just in the sense of good bars and hang outs. He went on a trip to excavate the best bars in the world. Well, whatever he can find. He first made a stop at Kirigakure... he asked around for any good bars... but all that he was pointed to were run down places with no good alcohol. So he moved on.

All Satoshi really wanted now was to find a good place that'll give him great Sake. He came across a drunken stranger traveling back to his village. Satoshi stopped the man. Where did you come from? Was there a bar there worth your travels? Satoshi asked him kindly. The stranger pointed and spoke softly. At first SAtoshi didn't understand a word the man said until he asked him to repeat himself.

Amegakure... they have the best Sake bars, but the real stuff is from a tea bar... there's an underground level. hehe... Satoshi thought about it for a second... and he decided to head over to Amegakure... He wanted to see this bar and find out if this man told the truth... Satoshi wanted to drink till he was much drunker than that. He smiled and waved goodbye to the man and headed over as fast as he can.

About 2 hours later, Satoshi saw the entrance of the Village. He casually walked in... and almost immediately, he attracted attention from everyone. He asked them where he can find the Tea Bar, but no one really answered... most of the women blushed till their heads turned red, and the men didn't reply because of the Konoha headbang he was wearing. But a child then told him that there is a tea house that his grandmother takes him every now and then. Satoshi had to take a chance.

He headed to where the child had pointed him to, he soon saw it. The Sign said "Welcome." He wondered if there really was an underground level in this place. He slowly walked inside and looked around. It looked like a pretty normal place. He took a seat at one of the empty tables. He grabbed his menu and quickly glanced at the orders. There was indeed alcoholic beverages.. but nothing he was looking for.

"I came all this way for a legendary Sake bar, for this?... I knew I shouldn't have trusted that old man." Satoshi decided he might as well order something.

May I help you? The waitress stood in front of Satoshi and she looked down at him. He looked up with that smile, she blushed a bit.

"Well, since you guys don't have any good Sake!... I would like a green tea." Satoshi thanked the Waitress and she walked away, with a giddy expression on her face... "Well, that takes care of that business... now... where will I find a good Sake Bar."

[`alexandra]

i got you breaking into a sweat
got you hot, bothered and wet

Reiko sat at the table furtherest from any of the others, legs crossed in the perfect position as she lounged back in the booth, holding the cup of tea with delicate fingers as she stared out of the window beside her table with an unreadable expression that might have had something akin to boredom in it. Her mind was consumed by thoughts of the whole Genin team exam topic, oddly enough. Reiko was never much of a fan for thinking about those types of 'bothersome' things. Today, however, she had spontaneously decided that it was time to start taking a good hold of her life.

Sure, she wasn't exactly jumping up and down with enthusiasm, and the thought of being a combat medical ninja wasn't entirely too thrilling, and Reiko hated responsibility... but honestly, she had come to terms with the fact that this was the best chance she would get at having a good, productive life. Or close to one, anyhow. Being a shinobi wasn't ever going to be a good life but it was productive. When the pay decided to be high, that is. According to Eiji and the paychecks she won in bets off of him, these days the pay slips were lacking in zeros.

A team wouldn't be so bad; even if the people she had taken the silly exam with the other day were utterly annoying and possibly under threat from being murdered if they were put on the young Mizuno's team... but Reiko wasn't that self centered. She could sacrifice that much for the sake of her future. Inwardly, Reiko had to scoff at herself for being immature. Honestly she had been too spoiled over the years. That was going to change all too soon, though, she was sure.

Taking another sip of the tea, Reiko forced herself to swallow it as she placed the cup down on the table and leaned her elbows on it - disgracing all forms of table manners that her mother had ever taught her in the process. Boredom had set in over the past five minutes, and she wasn't exactly sure how she was going to set about ridding herself of it. There was nothing that she could do, really. Training with Chie was a definite, "absolutely not," and she couldn't really perfect her healing techniques anymore than she already had, unless she decided to severely damage some poor boy so she could practice on them.

While the idea was sorely tempting, Reiko decided that she wasn't the cruel and opted for the idea of finishing her tea and then going off to find something akin to a social life. She hadn't had a good conversation, or teased any of the kids, or 'played' with Eiji's friends in a while. Pouting, Reiko rested her chin in the palm of her hand as she observed the atmosphere of the tea house. Simply said it was next to deserted.

That last thought was promptly scratched out as a young male walked into the tea house; a young, handsome shinobi. They were always the best kind. Smirking to herself, Reiko casually glanced his way from underneath thick, black eyelashes - one of those tricks that she had picked up from Hajime's girlfriend. The only girlfriend of his that she had ever truly liked. Of course Hajime had to stuff up and find a civilian girlfriend; she had run away the first time Hajime had had a near death experience.

Her thoughts about Aiki were pushed aside when she caught the annoyed words of the male she had decided to thrust her interest upon. "I came all this way for a legendary Sake bar, for this?...I knew I shouldn't have trusted that old man." Reiko quickly went to plotting her approach, her eyes still locked onto the window, supposedly watching the hustle and bustle outside.

"May I help you?" The waitress was already there, Reiko decided to make the approach once she left. Taking one last sip of her tea, the kunoichi slid out of the booth and went for the casual approach of pretending that she was just 'walking by', and that she just so happened to hear his words while she was passing his table.

"Well, since you guys don't have any good Sake!... I would like a green tea. Well, that takes care of that business... now... where will I find a good Sake Bar."

With an oh, so careful and perfectly performed stop; her thumb hooked in the side of her shorts, and her other hand tapping her bottom lip - "draw attention to your lips, guys love that," she remember Aiki telling her - Reiko flashed one of those heart breaker smiles.

"I know of a few places," she murmured in a voice that was clearly not the sweet and innocent type.

[Satoshi]

A keen and careful eye Satoshi had on the others, he didn't want to attract too much attention though it may have already been too late. He sensed someone coming closer but stayed calm and collected. Then a soft and unknown kind of voice came to him from a few feet away.

I know of a few good places. Satoshi gave it a second before turning to who had said it... of course, he was expecting a woman of around his age. This wasn't one of those times where he was correct. A young woman of around 14 or 15 approached him. She gave one of those smiles that Satoshi was known for in Konoha... he clearly was not prepared for it, but he kept his composure and looked up at the young lady.

He noticed her features, and how well "developed" she was, intriguing to say the least. With a responsive look, he smiled back at her, with the same kind of power as the one she gave him. He searched for the words to say to her. It didn't easily come out, but he brought himself to speak to her.

"Well, how would someone like you know of a good places for someone can drink?" Satoshi calmly asked her...trying his best not to seem rude.

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[`alexandra]

there's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
he's a one stop shop, makes my panties drop
he's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man

Blonde hair, blue eyes, nice smile; and as an added bonus, his nose wasn’t bleeding – yet. Reiko saw challenges with an inner glee, and it would seem that this new male was going to be the highlight of her day. On further inspection of the man, Reiko assessed that he was a shinobi from Konohagakure – such a shame – and couldn’t have been more than around three or four years older than herself. Age wasn’t much of a concern anymore, and Reiko was more interested in playing the game now.

‘The game’ had started when she was twelve. At first it was an experiment to see what her new body was capable of – Reiko had read more than her far share of romance novels, books about teenagers, and studied numerous things about adolescence. The experiment had proved successful when she was able to bring one of the Academy’s most promising student to a blabbering, bleeding mess that suddenly learned all about the problem’s of teenage hormones.

Naturally, curiosity and female nature enticed Reiko with the thought of even bigger ‘fish in the sea’. That’s where Eiji’s friends came in; and they were all too willing to have an attractive kunoichi to join in on their sparring sessions. To say in the least, Eiji had been rather perplexed and then devious and then down right amused by the natural skill. Of course, Mummy and Daddy had been told of Reiko’s discovery all too soon and she had gotten the ‘talk’.

Needless to say, when Reiko found out about the sadistic joy she could find from merely flirting… the male population had a troublesome case on their hands. And the Mizuno family had, “the family’s got a raging teenage girl that’s high on hormones, probably screwing half of Ame!” added to their ‘list’. So kindly made by their dear neighbors.

The male turned to look up at Reiko after a moment; her mind was remembering and making notes of everything Aiki had ever given her points on. Lips, hips and breasts. Don’t come off as ditzy or stupid, be cunning and intelligent; you’ve got a brain, flaunt it. Choose the right target; don’t go for an impossible one. Reiko had noted that Aiki would have made a rather good kunoichi.

Back to the male, Reiko watched the smile that gave her a run for her money, and almost clapped in delight at the thought of a good challenge. If, that is, he was going to turn out to be a challenge. After a moment that might have been hesitation, he spoke in calm voice.

"Well, how would someone like you know of a good place for someone to drink?"

Reiko’s façade never faltered once, and she was most certainly not surprised by the reaction she got; she had been up against Hajime’s teammate, after all. And he was one bloody ice prince, a man of propriety and tradition.

Promptly, he had shoved those two qualities right out of his mind once Reiko came walking into his vicinity, hips swaying and making dangerous movements just a little too damn close for it to be deemed as friendly play.

“Someone like me, mm?” she chuckled in a delectably lovely voice. However, she didn’t linger on that, as she smirked with a carefully thought out movement – casual, not too obvious – of her hips as she leaned against the table opposite him. “You’ve just got to know the right people.”

[Satoshi]

You move; like I want to
To see; like your eyes do.

More and more, this young lady drew Satoshi in. How collected she is... she looks young, but she has the experience... my dear fool, don't let her draw you in like this.... meet her at her game. Even though Satoshi himself was a strong cold type, he couldn't help but notice some of his favorite features on her. Oh how she has matured... the years have been excellent to her. She wore her lips, not too fake, but at the same time, mysterious enough that his lips would water to just have a taste. Her talented hips, how they swayed in motion; she knew how to move them... so tempting her curves were; the kind he wanted to always wrap his arms around. Her breasts; though Satoshi wasn't much of a breast man, he still couldn't help the curves on them either. He played it smoothly, and noticed this all at one glance.

Satoshi's head spun a bit. No one has ever been able to grab his attention right away like this. This was an even bigger set up than that one-night-stand with Ana a few nights ago. He wanted to take up on her offer and see a few interesting places that she would show him... but the next words would be carefully planned out. He then looked back up at her. He didn't realize it at first... but she reminded him of his loves. Hinase's cold but passionate attitude, and Mina's sweet yet elegant stance. He only smiled when his bitterness had hit him.


"Someone like me, mm?" She leaned in over the opposite side of his table, slowly, she glanced over at him, seductively, and said with a very casual tone, "You just gotta know the right people." She was good, she knew exactly what she was doing. A rock and a hard place... Satoshi didn't want to refuse her either. Rather, he wanted to see how far she could go with this game. His playful smile filled his face, an entrancing glare met with hers as he leaned in over the table. His eyes stayed half open, he looked down over the table and looked back up over to her.

He wasn't going to let her get the best of him either, he was going to fight back. He quickly thought of a way to throw her off balance, hopefully... but he never assumed that she founded him alluring. That was what he wanted to know... how much of a reason for her approaching him, was for the sole reason that she wanted to drink too? And how much of a reason was it that she approached him, because of him? After all, most of the women in Konoha couldn't match up with him... they'd instantly knock out, or nosebleed, there have been a many nights like the one with Ana. Indeed, Satoshi's been with many women, not more than one night though, however, no one has ever stood up and challenged him like this young lady has.

"Well, your offer is indeed tempting," He said while smiling back at her, "My only concern is, would you be able to keep up?" The challenge has been officially commenced between two steamy idols. There may be a chance that one of them will go down... there may be a chance that this would result in a never ending cycle. Satoshi just wanted to get away from this tea house and on to a more serious place.

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[`alexandra]

turn it up i never wanna go home
i only wanna be part of your breakdown

There had only been a few guys that had really caught Reiko’s attention; the ice prince, the bad boy, the intellectual and the white eyed guy. The Ice Prince had been simple enough once she skipped ahead to level two in the flirting notebook; The Bad Boy was the most thrilling; The Intellectual was smart enough to be able to keep up with her, for while; and then The White Eyed Guy, some Hyuuga from Konoha… he had been the hardest to crack, and the most fun to play with. Then there was all the fun and games with Eiji’s friends, the few random victims, and then there was that one time with… Reiko’s trail of thoughts ran short as she realized it wouldn’t be in her best interest to not be paying attention right now. Oh, yes, she had more than enough experience to handle this; and even then, Reiko was a quick learner.

Reiko searched his face for anything that might give him away; eyes cool, calm and something that might have been mischief glinted in the chocolate brown depths. She had never really acknowledged boundaries, and her parents – although highly disapproving and worried about her – knew that Reiko was intelligent enough not to get into too much trouble. She was stubborn, too, and that’s the only reason why they didn’t lock her up in her room until she promised that she would elope to a nun sanctuary and never, ever think about men. Sure, they had tried that at first; but it hadn’t worked over all too well.

Subconsciously, Reiko licked her lips to wet them, after they had dried when she observed the way he had reacted to her previous words. He was playing the game too, she realized with inner joy. Thrill for the challenge. The smile was absolutely delicous, to say the least; and she was dangerously close to wandering about just how that smile felt against her - concentrate, Reiko, right now is not the time for those thoughts. She instructed herself mentally to stay on track, and with a playful smirk that was entirely suggestive, Reiko glanced at the imaginary hand of cards she had.

It would seem that the male was intent on letting her win quite so easily, and for that she was rather excited. In her hand of cards she held experience, her looks and a brain. From all the guys she had played the games with, she drew the notes she had taken down mentally. This male didn't seem exactly cold; and nor did he seem like the bad type that wanted a bad girl; he was definitely intelligent to have kept his game up for this long; she wouldn't compare him to the other Konoha-nin she had played with. She could only guess that she was going in the right direction, so far, and so she kept it up. The very slightly parted, rosy red lips, the mischevious glint in her eyes, the thumb that was hooked in her shorts, pulling them down - in a gesture that could have only, reasonably, been described as that she didn't know she was doing it; something that might have been red could have been glimpsed.

"Well, your offer is indeed tempting," his smile was in place as he spoke to her, in a type of voice that she hadn't heard in oh, so long. "My only concern is, would you be able to keep up?"

And there it was; the official statement that had Reiko knowing all too well that she was stepping on what might be enemy territory. This could prove to be fatal, but she was never one to back down from a challenge. Even then, she doubted that she wanted to. This was simply just too fun. A pearl of laughter that was honey coated, sweet and utterly lovely, Reiko leaned forward and smiled.

"Oh, I'm sure I can; I have a lot of experience."

[Satoshi]

[ooc: man... I don't feel great today, its going to affect this post... I know it.]


We are... downstairs...
Where no one, can see... new life break away

Satoshi looked and waited for her response as he playfully ran his finger around the rim of his tea cup. Her brilliant pose kept him at guard, he made sure of himself that he shouldn't lose focus at this part... intensify her, entrance her; it was all he needed to accomplish, then the rest would be easy. Yet, Satoshi continued to hold back from getting up and asking her to escort him around. He slowly lower his head and stared at his cup... he hadn't drank from what he had ordered. He wasn't about to either.

He saw her lick her lips at once, as she leaned in a bit closer over the table. Her hips sticking out, would surely bring attention to their table. It didn't really matter to Satoshi, they can wonder all they want, but they'll never get passed that first opening square in this game. Passing biers, and wonderers shouldn't interfere now... there was too much on the line to give up attention to someone else. Oh the perfection of this situation... already, things are starting to look interesting.

She's at that level, huh? Truly exciting to be in this situation. Try not to let her see through you, Sato... she may actually want to add on to your misery. He looked up and heard a small, yet reassuring laugh.

"Uh, I'm sure I can; I have a lot of experience." Confident as this young lady was, Satoshi went on ahead to truly test her limits. How far can she really go with this, and how long can she keep up. Satoshi never really thought that there was a possibility that he can lose at this point, nor did he ever step his game down a notch. He looked up at her, with a soft smile, and with piercing eyes... he slowly stood up and placed some cash on the table. He raised one eyebrow and locked sight with her. He was already fascinated with her, but he wouldn't let her know, give her too much leverage.

"Then, you wouldn't mind taking someone like me to these places? I'm sure someone of your talent would have no problem at all." That's what he called it, talent. The ability to play the game well against an elite like Satoshi. He stepped closer to her and bobbed his head towards the door, to the outside, to take him to a good place that she had mentioned about. At this point, the drinks weren't important; the only important thing now is how long and how far will this game take them. Who will be the one victorious at the end of the game? Who will be the one standing proudly as the other is shamefully in the position for submission.

He noticed her moist lips again, he lifted his hand and stopped right above her chin. Wait for it Satoshi... He lowered his hand and turned it palm up. "So... shall we?" Up till now, there would be no way to tell who was winning... Satoshi just wanted to experience true talent capable of defeating him. His heart nearly jumped, but he didn't falter.

[`alexandra]

in the dark when there's no one listening
in the times when we both get carried away

Blondie, dear Blondie... what's you're weakness, mm? Reiko had been intently, though making sure not to give herself away, watching the male's reactions to her 'innocent-movements-and-gestures-that-were-purely-and-most-certainly-not-meant-to-be-known-by-a-fourteen-year-old'. Every male had a weakness; they always did. Sometimes, it was just a little hard to find out said weakness. However, within the first hour, she could usually get something out of them.

The Ice Prince had been fond of her eyes; The Bad Boy went for the chest; The Intellectual seemed rather entranced by her hips; The White Eyed Guy had been fixated on her lips; some had just seemed to have a weakness for that seductive purr. You know, that one that had absolutely nothing to do with whatever the hell it was she had been talking about? The purely suggestive one that was husky and thick, and oh so lovely to hear.

Reiko made mental notes constantly, reminding herself to bring attention to her 'best assets' and be on the look out for his reactions to them. There was something that flickered past his eyes when she had licked her lips, before, and she wondered vaguely in the back of her mind if he was going to be - ironically - like the other ninja from Konoha, the Hyuuga.

Already Reiko could feel the stares that were being directed towards them, her and the male; an audience for the scene. There was the heated, annoyed glare that she could just see coming from the waitress that had served him. The one that said, "you're such a sl*t." Then there was the one from the boy whom had served her, the one, she imagined, that would be more woeful and depressed; "I'll never be able to match up to him."

Then, then there were all the rest... the ones that didn't matter. The ones that would start the rumors the following hour. The ones that would ridicule and judge.

The amusing ones.

Reiko had been the subject of gossip ever since she was introduced to the public, all those... what... thirteen years ago? It started out as, "Lord, Mimiko-san, did you hear about that Mizuno family? Their daughter is a complete hazard! Just the other day, she taught my dear Miki-chan all about the f-word!" (Reiko's neighbor could be blamed for that, Reiko's Uncle could be blamed for explaining it.)

Then, then it pressed onto the rebellious personality against orders and authority (the academy). Later, it would worsen when she developed breasts, teenage hormones and developed her knowledge of 'flirting'. And much later, they decided to question the matter of her innocence. A question that nobody knows, save for Reiko, and perhaps - if she has 'lost it' - a male, and even then, there might have been a heavy alcohol level... so again, absolutely nobody might not know of the answer.

Said alcohol level brought about the gossip of the matter that Mizuno Reiko drank at such a young age. Though, of course, no one had any credible evidence against her, because Reiko was too smart for that, and her supplier of alcohol was too loyal. Reiko's parents tried to gain control of the lengthened leash, but they had never been too good with authority either, and they trusted Reiko enough not to get herself into too much trouble.

After all of that? Well, there was the accusation against her that Reiko killed the next door neighbors' kids super man doll... but again, there was no evidence (though it was later revealed that she had done it; because no one teases her baby brother.) And then, there was that time she was the main cause why Hajime, Eiji, The Ice Prince, Eiji's friends and a whole lot of other people got into a huge fight with a whole lot of other people because a group of boyfriends and brothers of a female group that had something against Reiko, called said girl a whole lot of things.

Needless to say, it was a bloody mess, and through the powers of Reiko's fathers superior debating skills; Hajime didn't go to prison for breaking too many noses, stabbing another guy and most certainly robbing another poor male of his chance to ever have children and attempting to put another in a coma (unfortunately, Aimi stopped it before he could with a firm, "bastards better stop it before I get the cavalry down here.")

"Then, you wouldn't mind taking someone like me to these places? I'm sure someone of your talent would have no problem at all."

Back onto the subject, Reiko listened to the words of the male with something more leaning towards a smirk than a lopsided grin that was utterly cute yet devious at the same time. Something flashed in her own eyes as she prepared to abandon the table she was leaning in favor of the male, however before she could she stopped herself when he moved forward and when it seemed that he might, just might, make contact with her; stopped himself with words that she didn't quite acknowledge because she was too damn focused on his hand to think reasonably.

Snap out of it, don't slip up now, Rei, she chided herself and in the split second that was probably more of a moment, Reiko gathered herself and was back in the game. With one of those pouts and a slight tilt of her head as she pushed the frames of her glasses up a tad bit higher on the bridge of her nose. She murmured a, "I'll lead the way, then," before smiling one of those smiles and moving off in one of those casually slow, hip swaying, provocative, d*mn sexy walks.

[Satoshi]

There'd be torn up photos and lonely nights
Cursing Crying and drawn out fights

His heart pounded as the young lady stared at him. The tension of all this was never so strong before, even when it came to the time with his first love, his first time with a woman. Mina was an excellent lover; she was stuck on him wherever they went. Of course, the rumors of these two bed-ridden lovers spread quickly across the Leaf village. It was only a matter of time before he was found out. Mina was in tears the next time he saw her.

Your boy has disgraced the name of the Hyuuga. His impure soul has tainted that of the pureness of my daughter. The older father Hyuuga met with Satoshi's parents. He didn't lift his face up to avoid showing his anger and frustration. He already knew the depth of his problems associating with an upper class clan such as the Hyuuga.

"Our boy was never intended to do any harm to your name, Mr. Hyuuga.

[/color] At his surprise, Satoshi's parents were actually going to stand up for him and his love, or was he assuming too quickly? "I don't know what possessed my son to fall in love with someone of a filthy clan such as the Hyuuga. You don't see other clans worthy of your children, so you cast them off like ants.[/color] There he went, his father gave one of his long and boring speeches. However, this was different... his father's true colors were being revealed. His father too hated other clans, much like the Hyuuga. Satoshi was not only displeased about this turn of events, but he was also displeased about his father.

Satoshi ended up leaving Mina, even though it hurt him more than it would hurt her. He spotted her, from a second floor balcony, walking hand in hand with a boy who was dressed in luxury. I see... Broken and distorted, Satoshi experienced his first night of heavy drinking. At this point, he already had developed a bit of charm and irresistibility. His suave smile brought in attention. He walked over to the front of the bar, and sat next a woman who was a few weeks older. He tantalized her with such engaging poise.

After many drinks, she took him to her place...

Satoshi snapped out of his memory. The young lady in front of him couldn't really take her eyes away from his hand when he pulled it away from her before he touched her lips. She seemed a bit lost lost in the feeling, but then she turned swiftly, and oh so sexily, swaying her hips at just the right momentum, and pushing her glasses back a bit. She then spoke with the more alluring of tones. I'll lead the way. She then proceeded, with a smile on her face.... a smile that was very full of plot and joy. She walked towards the door, moving in such a temping and sexy way, it was sure to tingle inside his gut.

Satoshi, remember to keep your guard up... the next level is going to come up... that's when you'll get her. Satoshi couldn't really stand there anymore, so he began to follow her shortly behind her. He wasn't really that much taller than she was, so it would work out. Once again, he looked down at her hips... wanting to place his hands against them. They were indeed swaying in front of him. He wanted to be the first one to make contact... that way he would have things according to his initial terms, not ones settled by her.

Tell me, I'm sure its safe to share names now. My name's Satoshi, you may call me Sato. He paced up a bit and walked up beside her. He glanced over to her, looked at her lips again. An urge to pull her to the side and pin her against the wall, to embrace that sugar coated smile against his went surging through his body. The sweetness entranced him. How much further would they have to go? The trouble of the game... what misery it holds.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[`alexandra]

Mama we all go to hell,
Mama we're all gonna die.

Sometimes, she really had to wonder what she was getting herself into. Sometimes, she really had to wonder why she was getting herself into these games. Sometimes, she really just had to wonder. This didn't really last for long, of course, because in the split second when she remembered all those looks, words, breathless gasps and delicious kisses; she remembered just how much fun it was. For all the problems that her behavior might cause... the reward and pleasure from winning the game was all too worth it.

Of course, then there were those very few times when she would lose. Those times that she tried to push away to the back of her mind and bury under all of the other memories. There had only been one occasion when she had lost the game to someone. And that was to one fellow from Kumogakure that was all too skilled in the game, and far beyond her years. She had gotten to a point, though, that no one else had crossed with him - this he had stated himself. That was when the thrill of a challenge set in, and she worked towards overcoming it. Reiko didn't like to lose.

With a last glance back to the tea house and the occupants; Reiko noted the furious blush on the serving boys face as he busied himself with re-organizing cups, the waitress glared at a table she was cleaning like it was her arch nemesis, and there were a few others whispering and giggling away. Sighing inaudibly, she caught the male's gaze one last time - purposely giving a bit more of that devious glint, and something else that was entirely second nature to her - before stepping out onto the street. Met by a large amount of noise, a few discreet stares and a glance in the skies direction told her that surely it was going to start pouring down raining soon.

And that thought just brough about a whole lot of other musings that she wouldn't dare to acknowledge; not now, when they were only a few streets away from really starting the game. She wouldn't be the one pouncing the other in the end. No, Reiko planned for a more dignified ravaging of the male; or, their might have been a few thoughts about him ravaging her, up against the wall; hot, wet, tension. Rei... you're perverted, you know that? her mind offered, and Reiko accepted with a hint of smugness.

Oh... I'm very perverted.

The male wasn't too far behind her, and was quick to catch up with her. Reiko had taken on a reasonable pace, with a walk that was entirely and most completely unreasonable for a young, respectable girl. The tantalizing sway of her hips, the precise movements, the way she kept her lips in the most perfect position; slightly pouting, with a hint of a smile, and something else. However unreasonable the walk was, it wasn't over done. Reiko made sure to not over do it too soon, and waited until she would bring out the real hand of cards. It was all a matter of perfect timing, words and perhaps the alcohol level, too.

Walking down the street, the sight of them both - and from most all of the males noticing Reiko, in all of her glory - had stares directly glued to the pair. Most anyone that was a respectable gossiper knew of Mizuno Reiko, and even then, more so interested now that she was in the company of a Konoha ninja. In a fashion that was most certainly not to be friendly, nor helpful. Purely enticing in all meanings of the word.

"Tell me, I'm sure its safe to share names now. My name's Satoshi, you may call me Sato." The male... Satoshi, said finally. And Reiko was more than glad that he had given her a name, and slightly confident that he had been the one to reveal his first. That counted for something, right? Momentarily, Reiko forgot the rules, and chanced a glance in his direction before a reply formed in her mind.

With one of those purely and utterly lovely tones that were a mix of innocence, mischief and mostly a husky, seductive voice, she said, "Sa-to-shi-kun," drawing out the syllables in his name just right; her lips forming around his name, tongue deliciously tasting it. "I like it." And then, further, "you can call me Reiko - Rei, if you like."

[Satoshi]

Eyes all around were watching the pair as they strutted across the streets of Ame. What he noticed more were that the men were all captured by this young lady's talent. They weren't even 3 meters away and already, they had lost. Who is this woman, and how does she possess so much skill? Even now, Satoshi was being drawn in more and more to this young lady. He kept the corner of his eye on her, and gave her the smile that could only come from years of seduction. He looked around, noticed that some of the other women were directing their attention towards him. Most of them were punch-drunk in love already, however, some of them looked away and leaned over to a friend. Gossipers... the world has too many of them... In the back of his mind, he wanted to get to the place, to get away from the crowd.

What is that smell... that fraguence; intoxicating, seductive taste on the tip of my tongue, piercing my every will to control myself. Satoshi was truly facing another master. Satoshi was smart enough to keep his cool around her though. He wasn't about to pounce her in public. Though the thought had occured in him that it wouldn't be exactly a bad idea either. Somehow, he probably thought that this young woman wouldn't mind that either. He was just tangled in the thoughts of her; lips against lips, tongue over tongue... hands on Satoshi... you dog, you! There was a laugh of blissful joy that escaped his soft smile. With a casual nod and a perfect blink of his eyes, he confirmed that he truly is master of his own perversion.

Sa-to-shi-kun.She drew out his name in such a hot manner, that it was irresistable to leave alone. He wanted to respond more than ever, to just take her to the nearest dark spot and have her then and there. Satoshi was more confined than that at least, to even the best of observers. A light and nuzzled moan escaped his nose. A graceful and delighted smile entered hs expression on his face. A sudden change and a slight boost of ego completed the beginning of the day. However he knew more than anyone that this was only the beginning, the game, the actual game was yet to start. Perhaps it will soon. He became anxious, wanting to reach the destination already, but it was only a matter of knowing how to wait. I like it, she said with a slight hum in her voice. You can call me Reiko - Rei if you like. He was glad that he drew out a first name, and it easily complemented her.

Reiko-chan... mmm, it rolls off the tongue so easily, so smoothly. He closed his eyes momentarily. He replayed her words over and over in his head, focused on how she played it with her lips. The name itself was as seductive and alluring as she was. Satoshi had a name now... it was a matter of time before he would say it to her, soft and low in her ear... making that, which is secret, moist. Satoshi knew that she would try to get him at that level too... it was a matter of who would give out first.

The air was starting to get colder. He looked up and noticed the clouds; heavy and dark. It would rain soon. Satoshi would worry about getting inside, but he only thought about ravaging her in the rain. Steam rising from off their bodies, sweat and rain mixing together, the combination of cold and heat stirring in between their bodies. Satoshi snapped out of yet another daydream. The hint of alcohol was in the air now. They were approaching closer to the place. In Satoshi's mind, he hoped that they could get a table, away from the crowd, away from everyone else. This game was a one on one challenge and anyone who dared interfere was asking for their immediate death.

How much further? He said in the most naughty and playful voice. He wanted to convey to her that he was fully ready for whatever she had in mind.

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[`alexandra]

come on, come on; move a little closer
come on, come on; i want to hear you whisper

"Reiko-chan... mmm, it rolls off the tongue so easily, so smoothly."

And damn it, he said it so perfectly. Her name was as good as putty in his hands; once the voice hit her ears, she couldn't not think about pouncing him right then and there. Stuff the game. Stuff the onlookers. Stuff the matter of her pride. Heck, she didn't even care about what he wanted at the moment. Honestly, Rei, where's your self control? her conscience half sighed, half mocked, then proceeded to snicker. That brought Reiko back to herself, and regained her inner composure; trying to mask her minds dilema, she glanced at him with another one of those looks, pushing her hair behind her ear as she observed him.

The perfect plan hit her mind right at the moment as she felt the first drop of rain hit her cheek. Drag it out a little longer, Rei, subtly, she instructed herself. And with a slight nod of her head in the direction of a street that would detour them on the long route to their destination, she prepared one of her aces for a winning hand. This'll be too easy, she mused. A few minutes out in the rain is all it takes. There was no knowing, for a foreigner, that Reiko had purposely lengthened the route. So she could play innocent without being caught out. It was probably dirty play... but she was playing with an easy opponent. He was smart enough to keep up with her, and definitely had many more years of experience. She couldn't afford to play it easy at this point.

"How much further?" Satoshi asked the question finally; in one of those tones that could make any experienced women melt. Reiko held her own, however, as she stepped over a forming puddle; the rain was coming down harder now, soaking her hair and clothes.

"Not too long," she answered after a moment, glancing up the street and pointing to the building at the end; an inn, that was most certainly not busy looking. The inn belonged to a family friend, Isamu, a retired shinobi that was a bit rough around the edges. One of Reiko's favorite adults, as he was one of the very few that knew what she got up to. In fact, he was the only one that would turn a blind eye when she helped herself to serving herself alcohol at the bar he ran in the inn.

Of course, that really made him an irresponsible adult, but no one was complaining, so it didn't really matter. Reiko got her fun, Isamu got some laughs, the parents could let their worries ease a tad bit knowing that Isamu wouldn't let anything terrible happen to her.

They reached the inn a few minutes after, not enough to save them from the rain, however; Reiko was completely soaked, through and through. Perfect. Opening the door to the place like she owned it, she was greeted by the strong smell of alcohol, a slight hint of smoke and the sound of a man just out of his prime, singing to some blues classics.

Isamu greeted her with a nod and a slight wave; his eyes met Satoshi's for a brief moment, all knowing, with one of those underlining messages of, "I know how to break your arms and legs in fifty different places." Before going back to his singing and cleaning glasses.

Reiko looked down at her top with a pout; it was thoroughly soaked, clinging to her body in all the right ways.

"I'd rather not catch a cold," she murmured as if talking to herself in a cute tone, before innocently clasping the zip of her jacket/top and dragging it down, and shrugging the piece of clothing off - slow enough so that it wasn't suspicious.

What was left, only, was a fishnet top that covered her upper middle section, and a black piece of material that bounded her chest, strapless. Needless to say, her already well developed figure was clearly obvious; her clung to her neck and shoulders, pushed behind her ears. Tantalizing curves were visible; soft, milky white skin was utterly tempting; tight, trim, fit.

Hanging up her jacket on the rack that was next to the door, Reiko glanced at Satoshi once before walking over to the bar and behind it, asking in a alluring tone, "what would you like, mm?"

[Satoshi]

This is the time of night, when the moonlight shines down
and we can reveal who we truly are; in the darkest most depraved
of joys

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Watching her react was like sweet candy on the tongue of a young child. The crave and the hunger for it grew and grew as only small samples are given. These small portions wasn't going to satisfy this man. Already then and there, his mind settled in towards satisfaction. A moment had passed after he had only asked her how much further till they reach their destination of the second battle. The rain began to fall hard. His blond hair soaked in the rain; water trailing down his cheek and down to his neck and shoulder. He glanced at her as the water soaked her too. He could only imagine how hard her... Satoshi... thoughts like those can get us in trouble! He smiled and looked onward.

"Not too long." She pointed over at a short distance towards an Inn... there weren't that many people either, so it was perfect. Though out of all places, why this place? At this point, it didn't really matter. He just wanted to have a seat, right next to Reiko, so he can make his move. They walked in, Reiko walking in casually. She's been here before, obviously... but she probably knows someone here too. Satoshi kept careful eye of his surroundings.

Satoshi looked around for a while, he saw a gentleman waving at Reiko. Ah, so Reiko knows this man... I see why she picked the place. He then noticed the glaring fury from that man. Clearly, this man didn't trust to see Satoshi with Reiko, nor did Satoshi want to pass up this opportunity to mess with him either. Satoshi only picked up his hand, and waved back at him with a smile on his face, unsuited for the reality of his visit here. The gentleman then went back to his singing and his job.

He then focused his attention back at Reiko. The way her soaked clothes hugged her skin was sensual enough to fill a ball-room. Her curves were way more visible than before... this truly would have knocked him out, had it not been for the sake of the challenge. He didn't want to give up so easily, so he just let his heart jump for a while. The excitement grew in him. "I hope I don't catch a cold." She spoke in a tone that can only result in a response such as If you don't want to catch a cold, I can warm you up. Such a perfect response for an imperfect surrounding. He decided to bring it again later.

She was out of her jacket, her fishnet top covered her upper, middle part of her body, while a black piece of clothing covered her breasts so perfectly. She was indeed developed for her youth, which made this so much sweeter to only stand and watch with an intensely observant eye. Her skin tone was as bright as his. A tasty and alluring white complexion, complemented with the curves to make any nose bleed. She walked over to the bar and went behind it... she parted her lips carefully, and sensually, What would you like, mm? Her voice called him, wanting him to just go over and take him down. Before he replied, he wanted to get a bit more comfy. He opened his light jacket and untied his headband placing it in one of the pockets. One arm at a time, he removed his jacket and revealed his clean, partially wet, white shirt. His fishnet top stuck out from above the neck hole, as the shirt neck hole was wide enough to expose parts of his collar bone. He hung his jacket next to Reiko's. He placed his hands on his hair, brushed it back slowly, throwing back water and letting it bounce back to its position.

He casually walked over to the bar, opposite of where she stood. With a slight part of his lips, he looked up at her eyes, his blue shimmering eyes met with her full brown ones. He leaned over, arms over and against the cold bar. A trail of rain water ran down the side of her face, it didn't seem that she noticed. He reached over, and with smooth run of his finger against her skin, he picked up the water from her cheek. It seemed that he wouldn't move his fingers away from her; the softness of her skin was so addicting, it was hard for Satoshi to just pull away.

Whatever you make for yourself, I'm sure I'll love too. With that, he moved his hand away, licked his wet fingers and awaited his drink.

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[`alexandra]

say you want me
say you need me
say you love me.

The plan back fired just as quickly as it was thought it; because damn it, he had the body of a God. And really, what was stopping her from jumping over the bar, pushing him against the wall, and kissing him stupid? How much better would it be to hear her name on a moan, coming from him? Her eyes traveled - stuff being discreet, he was asking for it - from his hands in his hair, to his eyes, dragging them down past his lips and oh God, his chest, then the thighs. Lord, did he want to have a horny teenager straddling his lap, or what? Rei, stop it. You're nearly there. He's not as good as Ichiro. Remember? You've dealt with an Ichiro in a bloody lake, naked, for crying out loud! Don't lose, now.

It had a point. It really, really did. And Reiko really, really, really wanted to listen to it - but she was too consumed by thoughts of completely and utterly ravaging the bastard, to care. She wondered what type of man he was; the domineering, or did he rather the women to be controlling? At the moment she was ready for bindings, blind folds, strawberries and whipped cream. Holding her pink, wet tongue between her lips, letting it stay there for longer than was necessary as she watched him behind charcoal eyelashes. Honestly, Reiko doubted she was going to get much further in the game. And she was pretty sure that, even though she hadn't lost her composure on the outside, her inner balance wasn't strong enough to handle this.

In the store room, against the wall, maybe? No, that wouldn't do. It'd be too quick, too fleeting. It was one of those things that should last, right? Reiko couldn't gather her mind to think one coherent thought for even a moment. She was absolutely and utterly intent on watching every completely unfair step he made towards the counter. Perfect, so perfect. Just right, you know? That type of man that women dream about. That one that you want to smother in kisses, sweet nothings and yeah, maybe a little honey.

Lips slightly parted, breathing only slightly harder now, eyes following the movements of his hand oh, so closely and carefully. For a moment, she though her heart might have stopped a beat but that could have just been her hearing being entirely blocked out by her breathing that wasn't actually so loud, but she just felt like exaggerating everything; because when he went to catch a drop of water from her cheek, everything went a little fuzzy then.

He might have said something, but she wasn't entirely sure; she caught the words of 'you're', and 'love' and maybe 'sure'... but her mind was a little to dazzled at the moment to acknowledge anything other than his hand and what else it might be good at.

Mizuno Reiko... you truly are out of your league.

Then he pulled it his hand away and, because one of the Gods up there liked her, Reiko could think properly again. And, on her fall back down into the bar - way down from that cloud that had been dragging her up, and up - Reiko could only decide that there was no way she was going to be giving up without a damn good fight. Her resolve stuck strong, even when he licked his fingers and one part of her mind was thinking about how he would taste, and another part was plotting revenge and the rest of a buzzing mess of thoughts that were purely sexual.

Closing her eyes, swallowing thickly, Reiko let a sweet, and utterly wicked smile that was lovely in all meanings of the word grace full, luscious lips; and when she opened her eyes again to stare right back into his own, challenging... chocolate depths were absolutely smothering. She made a little noise, that was probably an amused scoff, as she turned around to the alcohol bottles behind her and began brewing up a concoction in a glass that maybe she really wasn't thinking about too clearly.

When she finished, she placed the last bottle she had used on the counter, hand lingering on it for a moment, before she pulled away and picked up the shot glasses. Turning back to Satoshi, she placed them on the bar and pushed one towards him. Leaning forward in a manner that was entirely meaningful, her cleavage was obvious as she wrapped her lips around her next words, speaking in a sexy, drawn out tone.

"It's on the house, darling."

Then, with surprising grace, she sat herself on the counter of the bar, legs dangling off the edge - revealing tight, full thighs. Leaning back, she supported herself with one arm extended behind her. It was a like a show; auctioning off the goods. Beads of water trailed down creamy skin. Reiko crossed her legs, picking up her shot glass and with a smirk, she put it against her lips. Eyes watching him in one of those ways that made men weak.

She could smell how strong the concoction she had brewed up, was. And although she was slightly worried about not lasting through ten or so of these, Reiko felt the need to drain out the over bearing tension one way or another. So, without a second thought, she tilted her head back slightly and let the strong liquor burn it's way down her throat like a professional.

[Satoshi]

I thought I was a fool for No one
But, Ooo, Baby, I'm a fool for you

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The sweet scent of alcohol filled the room as Reiko skillfully played with the bottles. She poured a little of this... a little of that; all together like a potion of lust. It was just like someone of her talent to be skilled in this field as well... for we all know that alcohol is the vital point of seduction. Reiko knew it well, and she used it. How swiftly and effortless she moved; unreal at times, and so sexual. Satoshi wanted to just lift her up, taking a few bottles up to a room, and continue on there. For the time being, this will start on her terms, as first round started on his, unintentionally, of course. Stronger and stronger still, the aroma of sweet alcohol, and her natural scent seemed to be a perfect combination. A perfect one-two punch to Satoshi's weakness. She poured the drink into two glasses, handing one off to him. He caught a glance of her full cleavage, it was more than enough he could handle; it was enough to make him want to pounce her and take her.

"It's on the house, darling" It was already hard enough to resist her movements, but when she spoke out, she had that slight moan that draws out her sensuality through her voice. All Satoshi was able to focus on were her parted lips. Breaking through with his tongue; the long, moist, and passionate kiss that means so much more than just a flavor of fling. The hands over the body, impure innocence entangled among the limbs of heat and sex. Satoshi just couldn't focus at one hundred percent. Luckily, what snapped his out of it, was her jumping on and taking a seat on the bar counter. She let her legs dangled off the edge, as if it were some sign of invitation. Seriously, Satoshi wanted to run in between her legs and prop himself against her; looking up at her, with lustful filled eyes, lips moist enough to drink from, and collected warmth, to last through the coldest of winters. Those thighs, oh those thighs, if they weren't tempting enough before, they were more so now.

She crossed her legs as she picked up her shot glass and placed it on her lips. It seemed that she downed the whole thing without hesitation and even more so, she never took an eye off him. She was watching him, how he would react to such things. Satoshi only responded by picking up his glass, lifting just below his nose. With a whiff of the brew, the scent of the Alcohol was intoxicating. What did she make exactly? Did she just go by whatever smelled strongest?

"Mmm, darling... I may need to get use to that." True, Satoshi never has had anyone call him anything but Satoshi-kun, or Sato-kun. Darling was just one of those names he's never came across. A bit of joy escaped his lips as he held the glass to his mouth. A slight tilt of the glass allowed the drink to flow smoothly inside. He closed his eyes slowly, not to confuse Reiko into thinking that this is too strong, but to show her how a drink of such power should be handled. He felt the burning sensation of the brew slide down his throat and into his belly, smooth it was for the strength of it all. He looked in his glass and there was a bit left. A sexual thought went through Satoshi's mind... first exchange of the kiss, by ritual of passing alcohol from ones mouth to the other. Maybe in a more private location. He drank the rest of the contents of his glass and placed it back on the counter. He looked up with a smile. No blush yet. It would take more than that to pull out a blush in Satoshi's cheeks. How long can Reiko chan hold out... he would want to find out soon enough... but drive is drive.

"Would you blame me at all... if I asked for another and something a bit extra?" He said with a trinkle of water trailing down from his brow, passing his nose, and over his lips. He looked over at her, then down to her thighs, an escaping hand gently glided from the counter, to the side of her hip. The rough side of his hand rubbed against her leg gently as he leaned towards her. Game or not, one can't help one self to be caught in the others plays, no matter of what talent you have... a person this good only comes along once in a great while.

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[`alexandra]

swimming through sick lullabies
choking on your alibis

Reiko still held the shot glass to her lips, watching Satoshi behind her eyelashes as she subconsciously let her pink tongue dart out to lick a drop of the alcohol that she had missed, from the rim of the glass. Swirling it around in her mouth, she assessed just how long and how many of these certain drinks would take before she was completely out of it. Of course, she could flow the effects of the alcohol with just a little help from her chakra. That thought was completely wiped out of her mind, all traces of it gone, however before she could do it. Because for all the things that Reiko was, she wasn't a cheater. Even if she had the feeling that she might need the help.

Her eyes never left Satoshi's; a soft glint of something powerful, something strong, something provocative was shown in the smothering depths of chocolate. She was careful not to show too much, however. Tease and play with him, until he couldn't handle it anymore. All males were the same; they all wanted one thing. She had to remind herself, though, that this this certain male was most unlike the ones she had come across through out her experience in the game. Except one, of course, but that was another story.

Satoshi was different to the Ice Prince; he had forgotten the rule book for once in his life and had chosen to take. He wasn't like the Bad Boy, either; he had pushed her against the wall yet, hadn't stolen a kiss, hadn't tasted. Nor was Satoshi like the Intellectual; he had whispered her name on a frustrated moan before attacking her neck with hot, wet kisses. Most certainly, he wasn't like the White Eyed Guy; he had pounced on her when they sparring, pinned her arms above her and completely lost himself in the moment.

All four of them... they, however, they had something in common. They hadn't lasted this long, they hadn't lasted as long as Satoshi. Because after Reiko purred something in that sensual voice; or looked at them with those smothering eyes; touched them innocently on the arm or chest or hand, one of those brief, delightful touches that no matter how every day they were, stirred something dangerous and wanting in them.

Satoshi was completely and utterly separated from the four, because Reiko had purred something in that sensual voice; she'd turned those smothering, smoldering, dark eyes on him; and although she hadn't touched, he had. And yet, he hadn't broken yet. He was entirely too experienced, too good, too quick, too in control. He could handle his actions; he could make her quiver; he could draw her to the brink of nearly giving in. He could do to her what no one else could.

"Mmm, darling... I may need to get use to that." Satoshi said, coaching out a smirk from Reiko, whom placed her shot glass down on the bench. Placing a finger to her lips, tracing over the bottom one softly; pink, soft lips parted slightly as she watched him down his shot, amused. How many more until we get down to the fun stuff, mm? she thought, suppressing a sigh. She was watching for his reactions, closely. Finding nothing, of course, he was just too damn good for that.

"Would you blame me at all... if I asked for another and something a bit extra?" He asked; Reiko barely caught the words, however, because she was watching a drop of water trickle down his brow, over the perfectly size nose, and slowly pass over his lips to disappear into the crevice there. And damn it if she didn't want to lean over right then and lick, lap, nibble and thoroughly sate her need to kiss him stupid.

And that need, that driving want, only grew when he ghosted his hand over her hip - painfully, ever so slightly, could she be blamed for wanting more? - stopping on her leg. Thigh. Maybe it was higher? She really couldn't tell... she was focused on his lips for the time being, licking her own subconsciously as she replayed his words over and over in her mind until they made at least the slightest bit of sense. Forming the perfect reply, even when she noticed he was leaning in towards her, dangerously close; too close.

She wasn't really thinking, however, when she found herself leaning forward, too.

Only barely - just so damn close - did Reiko manage to stop herself from sealing the deal and pressing her lips against his in something that would have been entirely wonderful. Instead, just a fraction of a centimeter away from his face; noses almost touching, lips perilously close, breaths mingling together. Hot, hard, with a hint of strong alcohol. She leveled her gave on his; chocolate eyes glazed over in something that was probably obvious, but she kept herself in check.

"Well then," she murmured in one of those purely seductive tones that was completely alluring, sensual, hypnotic and probably a little breathless, "I'll mix up something special for you."

And then, then just to add to the frustration; she pulled away so quickly that it was fleeting. Giving one of those smiles, as she spun a little slowly around on the bar counter and slid back down to stable ground.

[Satoshi]

Cause there's something about her - long, shady eyes-
I'm all about her - shade tonight

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It was almost obvious that she wasn't going to make a move on him, which made this all the more interesting. No woman before has never been able to keep her hands off him such as this young lady. Easily resisting his charm, charisma, and talented good looks and toned body. Her gaze was as cold, and lustful as his; the battle continued through and through. How long has it been since Satoshi has felt this admired towards someone? How long has it been since Satoshi has had trouble controlling his inner urges? Intensity, and tension grew as every second passes. His eyes focused on her lips; how badly he wanted a taste.

I bet she tastes really sweet. was all that he could think about at this heated moment. His inward movement toward her resulted in her movement towards him. As it seemed as their moist and smooth lips would lock, there was a sudden pause. He felt a bit of heavy, hot, and lustful breathing against his own, and even more so, was that sweet scent of alcohol. Even more than ever, he wanted to ravage her. He's had a small taste of her, even though there was no connection. Satoshi thought of going ahead and press his lips against hers, but before he could do anything, she pulled away swiftly. Satoshi.... you almost had her. She's strong, and very well controlled. Satoshi smiled on through, even if he was starting to get a bit frustrated.

Perhaps, he should just take control; approach her from behind, wrap his warm around her chest, lean her against his body and distract her from continuing on with her game. He thought that it would be too cruel to miss Reiko, though he was sure that she would like that too. Something in his mind told him to tread carefully, this is her territory and who knows what she may have in mind. Satoshi couldn't help but to look at her tight rear as she turned to jump down to the other side of the bar. Temptation struck him again; it would start with a simple touch, it would be barely anything, but the sensation of the finger crawling across the soft skin tingles the body and results in that joyful moan of crave.

"Well then," she said with the most sexual tones one can hear, "I'll mix up something special for you." Once again, she swayed playfully; teasing and almost mocking Satoshi. What was stopping him from jumping over and doing the same to her, but in a slightly more physical manner?

If Satoshi knew anything it was that women hated, and at the same time loved being teased. They hated the fact that he was consciously teasing them with touches, kisses, and the more, keeping them on edge but never fully giving what they wanted. They loved it because it aroused them; the sensation of semi foreplay tingled all over their bodies and felt that heat rise inside. Satoshi would get them in a state where they would just die if he continued to tease and deliver; it was his inner most passion.

"How special is it?" He asked in that playful tone, before it became semi serious and lustful, "Is it Bedroom special, or is it Around the Tongue special? Its true he wanted to drink, but they could drink in privacy... in a more intimate setting. He'd like to have her straddling his lap as he sat up against the wall; nearly naked with the exception of some under clothes. The exchange of burning alcohol from mouth to mouth after taking some in directly from the bottle. Or perhaps something more practical... the sweet taste of strawberries and whip cream against her warm, perfectly soft and smooth skin.

"So, what do you say?" He asked her in the most sensual and seductive fashion.

[`mizuno reiko]

fake it if you're out of direction
fake it if you don't belong here
fake it if you feel like affection.

Masterfully, Reiko managed to control her breathing. Focusing on the, "one, two, three in; one, two, three out." And with luck on her side, she seemed so perfectly calm and collected on the outside, as compared to her inner balance. Which was currently suffering from a racing heart, some wonderful but unbearable feeling in her stomach, and the urge to hurry up and get on with it. The game, Rei, the game, she would remind herself while she let her fingers glide over the bottles of liquor in front of her. Feather soft touches, busying herself as she fought to regain her control completely; pushing the thoughts of her previous acts completely out of her mind. Wondering vaguely how he had reacted to her. She'd pulled away too quickly and ran before she could tell.

Inwardly, she realized that she would have kissed him; had she not panicked. She'd panicked because if she had kissed him, then how far would it have gone? It wasn't like the others; the little games she played with them. They had never taken it further then what Reiko had allowed. And though it was certainly a lot of fore play, they never went that far. In spite of popular belief, she actually hadn't 'lost it', yet.

But in this case, in this new game that far surpassed the boundaries of all of the other ones... Reiko doubted her self control. Because quite honestly, once they threw aside the rule book, there was probably no stopping what came after a few heated kisses, tastes and busy hands. And through all of Reiko's boldness and confidence, she had to wonder if she was ready for it. She had a brain, and used it; she wasn't going to do something careless. Even if she desperately wanted to simply lose herself in the moment and think about nothing at all, just him.

A stranger, she inwardly scoffed at herself. A man you know nothing about. And yet she found that she didn't really care.

"How special is it?" Satoshi asked, in a tone that was both painful and lovely to hear; playful with a hint of something more. Reiko knew all too well that the question had really nothing to do with alcohol or drinks. She kept her back turned to him, leaning against the bar in a manner that she hoped was far from innocent, as she scanned her eyes over the rows of alcohol bottles that lined the shelves. Vaguely she remembered that special drink that Isamu had made, himself. The sweet, strong and yet at the same time sour alcohol would be absolutely perfect. It had just the right amount of all three certain factors; just right.

A glance to her left had her realizing that Isamu had already left the bar, probably to go out front to the actual main part of the building; the front desk where people booked in to stay at the inn. The music had long since stopped, she guessed. Having been too caught up with Satoshi to notice. With no second thoughts, Reiko bent down - making sure, again, that it was in one of those sensual, unbearable ways for a male to see - and opened the cupboard below the shelves. Her hands roamed over the few bottles of alcohol that were 'the good stuff'. She took out a glass bottle with a clear liquid inside of it, that had a white label with the words, "inspired by a troublesome girl," written in fancy scrawl under a simple name of, "Rei."

"Is it Bedroom special, or is it Around the Tongue special?" Satoshi continued on with his earlier question, in a tone that might have been serious, but most certainly had a hint of lust. Reiko closed the cupboard silently, still refusing herself to steal a glance at him. She set the bottle down on the counter; smirking to herself as she played with the idea of searching for some cherries. Instead she opted for turning around, leaning on the bench behind her as she observed Satoshi from a distance; one meter, at least that made it easier for a while.

"So, what do you say?" He asked in a tone that would have made her weak, had she not prepared herself for something like it. He was good; he was so utterly and damn well good. But that kept her on her guard more so than she usually would be. Planning her every move, every flicker of her eyes, every word that escape her lips. Any previous 'cold feet' that she had had, before, was instantly forgotten. She could do this; she'd be damned if she backed out now.

But Lord, how she wanted to say, "screw your brains out special."

"Mm," she smiled picking up the bottle as she walked over to the bar counter; leaning over it with her elbows supporting her, making sure to show far much more skin than was appropriate. "A little bit of both, I dare say."

Her lips moved with the words; shaping them, making them. Alluring and oh so suggestive, without even saying anything towards the matter. Her eyes held something that was completely delicious. And perhaps she was showing just a little too much cleavage that it was bordering on dangerous. Not to mention that smirk that she knew did it for most of the other males. Then, not forgetting her tone; that lovely, seductive, perfect voice.

[Satoshi]

I think I’m drowning – asphyxiated
I want to break the spell – that you created
You’re something beautiful – a contradiction
I want to play the game – I want the friction

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He kept a careful eye on her; watching her as she glided her hands over the bottles of liquor as if she was picking out the ingredients to a love potion. Those delicate fingers coursed the bottles as she passed by them, her back remained towards him, but the view was still somewhat satisfying. What exactly is she planning now? Indeed Satoshi about her youth when he experienced his first time, and with a somewhat older woman. She was 18; he was 15… what possessed that woman to pick Satoshi over the other men in that bar will forever remain a mystery, but at the time, it didn’t matter. The sensation and the warmth was what Satoshi craved; there was something special about this young lady that intrigued him even further.

That almost kiss… Satoshi touched his lips while she wasn’t looking. The warmth of her tongue around his would have been the most perfect of feelings that he would have ever had. Just to be able to feel true talent at his grasps as he carried her away and onto the bed as he whispered her name over and over again in her ear. It would be a night of absolute magic and passion; uncontrollable urges and unbelievable energy released all at once. Satoshi was doing his best to suppress most of his carnal cravings but if something didn’t happen soon… the most careful player can turn out to be a dirty player. To use every forbidden technique in the book, just to get to that point where words and touches alone wouldn’t cut it. Though he realized it would be unfair to her, he still wanted her.

He had practically forgotten about the game, though a small voice in his head reminded him to keep his guard up. The thing that started it all was no longer important; the thing that was on the top of the list was for the both of them to forget the game and just give in already. He knew that he’d never get her out in the public, she’d be too strong and wouldn’t want her to feel bested. At least in the confines of a single-bed room, only rumors will spread; it wouldn’t be like they knew what happened. No witnesses… just you and me, Reiko-chan. Some how, he wanted to convey her this message to her telekinetically. Though, without eye contact, this attempt would be rather useless.

Reiko then bent over to a cupboard below. Satoshi raised one eyebrow in complete interest, with a smile most inappropriate. A single, dirty, and perverted image ran in his mind and his smile only became more obvious of his cravings. She picked up a bottle and placed it on the counter as she finally turned around to face him. He quickly read the label on the bottle, Inspired by a troublesome girl – Rei. This only intrigued Satoshi further than ever. What kind of trouble has this girl gotten in to for a man to make a drink especially dedicated to her? I’ll just have to find out for myself. Satoshi then caught a glimpse of her cleavage again as she leaned on her elbows over the counter.

“Mm,” she responded to his question with a smooth and addicting sounds of absolute pleasure and joy, “A little bit of both, I dare say.” Her lips moved in such a hypnotic way; anyone else would have already lost the game. Satoshi was about to lose it, but for the sake of being in public, he held on even more until they can reach some place private. He leaned over the counter and grabbed the bottle from where Reiko had placed it.

“I’ll be glad to follow you, but I’ll hold on to the bottle if you don’t mind.” His voice nearly swayed out of lust and into submissive… perhaps Reiko didn’t notice the slight change, or maybe she did. Either way, this had been drawn out for a while, and Satoshi didn’t want to stick around at the bar area. He swayed the very tip of his finger across the counter, paying careful mind of how he did it, he looked up at Reiko once again, trying to read something from her.

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