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fallen_yuzuya ([info]fallen_yuzuya) wrote in [info]fallen_leaves,
@ 2008-06-10 20:11:00

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Entry tags:sumire, yuzuya

Hard Day's Night [closed to Sumire]
[backdated to December, follows the events in Shut Up And Go Away]

The next night was Friday, and Yuzuya was at the counter of a pleasantly worn neighborhood tavern, working on his third beer and a generous plate of yakitori skewers. The place was dark and crowded but the music wasn't too loud-- just a lively pair of shamisen players in the corner, he secretly hated those places with the loud music and lights and shit that Genma seemed to love so much-- and it was slightly smoky yet none of the smokers were sitting directly near him. In other words, a perfect night.

He pulled at his dark malt beer and smiled softly at nothing in particular. He'd worked hard this week, and he certainly deserved a nice evening out, he told himself. Good work, self.

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[info]fallen_sumire
2008-06-11 03:44 am UTC (link)
The bartender looked up and rumbled a welcome to some new entering patron. Sumire's heels clicked on the dull-polished wood of the floor as she slid into the stool next to Yuzuya and ordered a drink from the widely smiling man. As always, she was dressed to the nines, but there was something a tad... sexier than her usual clothing. Tonight, it seemed like she wanted to draw attention to the perfect nubs of her clavicle, or the tips of her fingers. Sumire smiled back and settled herself in before actually looking at who was sitting next to her.

Well goddamnit, if she wasn't the unluckiest woman! She frowned slightly before turning her attention to the shamisen players.

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[info]fallen_yuzuya
2008-06-11 03:51 am UTC (link)
Yuzuya noticed a rather soft and sweet perfume coming from the female who had just sat down beside him. Glancing up, a look of intense displeasure crossed his face as he realized who the dark-haired little vixen occupying the seat next to him happened to be.

"What are YOU doing here?" he growled.

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[info]fallen_sumire
2008-06-11 03:52 am UTC (link)
The bartender gave her a little bottle of sake and a cup and she ignored Yuzuya to pour herself some, not spilling a single drop as force of habit. Mother raised a bitch, not a slob. "I'm getting a drink, what does it look like?" she muttered back and kept her eye on the players, while keeping her head turned away from him.

Shibata was not going to ruin her victory celebration over that code.

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[info]fallen_yuzuya
2008-06-11 03:57 am UTC (link)
Murakami was not going to ruin his self-reward evening out. He glared at her over his chocolate-colored beer, cursing his rotten luck. Damn all the gods and angels and whatever the hell else there was out there! He'd been hoping for attractive company, not bitchwad. "Did you have to sit here?"

Need he bring up the fact that he had been here first?

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[info]fallen_sumire
2008-06-11 03:58 am UTC (link)
"Shut up, there isn't any other place to sit at the bar," she pointed out, irritably. The closest table was several meters away, and she hadn't wanted to call a waitress back and forth. He was acting like some spoiled, idiotic child, and she wasn't going to deal with him and his idiocy.

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[info]fallen_yuzuya
2008-06-11 04:00 am UTC (link)
Yuzuya blinked at the bar seats down the row, looking for empty places. "There's a spot over there," he pointed out helpfully. "And there."

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[info]fallen_sumire
2008-06-11 04:01 am UTC (link)
"But the bar is here, even if it is next to you," she replied, flippant, and continued drinking the milky, sweet sake. Was he some kind of idiot? Were those glasses just for show?

The shamisen players were taking a break, and the bar had broken down into the low buzz of flirtations and relaxing conversation. The sake burned a pleasant trail down into her stomach and dissipated.

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[info]fallen_yuzuya
2008-06-11 04:04 am UTC (link)
Making sure not to look her way, Yuzuya pushed the plate of yakitori skewers towards her. If she didn't eat with that alcohol she'd feel sick later. "Sure, whatever," he replied, making sure to put a note into his voice to express that he didn't believe her. He picked up the greasy little menu on the counter and pored over what else to order next.

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[info]fallen_sumire
2008-06-11 04:06 am UTC (link)
Sumire's eyes went from the sake to the skewers to Yuzuya's still face. God, why didn't his actions and words match up? Weirdo. If he ever wanted to get a woman to like him for more than thirty seconds, he should probably learn to show the right face, Sumire thought. Then again, knowing him, he'd probably want some brainless, malleable woman like the chauvinist he is. She turned back to her sake and drank deeply again, the warm feeling beginning to eat at her brain. Oh, bliss. Could nothing get better than this?

Well, it could, but Shibata didn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. Two small pinkish circles began to show up on her cheeks the more she drank.

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[info]fallen_yuzuya
2008-06-11 04:23 am UTC (link)
"Eat something with that," he urged, nudging the plate towards her a bit more. He gestured to get the barkeep's attention and then put in an order for a plate of gyoza and some fried rice. "You're already turning pink." His eyes shifted to examine her face closely, then dropped away before she would notice him looking at her. She looked nice tonight. Not the kind of nice he usually liked in a woman but, it was a kind of nice that was her. Her skin shone bright and pearly in the low lighting, and the way her hair was pinned up to show off her neck and shoulders was rather attractive. Was she dressed up for something in particular, or was it just because?

The waitress passed by and dropped off a fresh bowl of edamame, making sure to catch his eye and give him a plastic smile in the process. Yuzuya ignored the smile and pushed the beans over to sit where Sumire could reach them too. He helped himself to a couple, chewing a few little beans out of the pod as if deep in thought.

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[info]fallen_sumire
2008-06-11 04:25 am UTC (link)
There was a long pull of silence between them before Sumire grudgingly took an edamame from the bowl, placing it between her lips and withdrawing it a moment later, clean of beans. Her mouth had hardly worked, how was that for clean eating? She really didn't like edamame, but if it would shut him up so she could drink in peace...

She deposited the shell on the little plate and looked into her sake. At least it was good. "Who cares if my cheeks are a little pink? It always happens."

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[info]fallen_yuzuya
2008-06-11 04:28 am UTC (link)
Food came and Yuzuya helped himself to a large scoop of fried rice with a sigh. It figured that she would be stubborn about it. "Fine. Get piss drunk and then have a hangover tomorrow if you really want to. It's your business, I guess." He should have told her not to eat his food, then she'd be digging in. Still, he set the gyoza where she had easy access to helping herself.

Women were so damn difficult.

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[info]fallen_sumire
2008-06-11 04:35 am UTC (link)
Men were such idiots.

Sumire snorted softly at his prediction. Didn't he know? She always stopped before she had to worry about that. The kunoichi happily continued looking down into her sake, closing her eyes for a moment to enjoy the warm wave of contentment that chose to wash over her with a little shiver. She murmured something along the lines of "God that's good." and sighed.

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[info]fallen_yuzuya
2008-06-11 04:42 am UTC (link)
Yuzuya inhaled his helping of rice and then started back on his yakitori platter. He grunted an agreement under his breath. "Almost everything here's good." Noting that the bartender was definitely out of earshot, he added quietly, "Except for the salads, and the drinks with like the ice cream and junk in them, they taste awful." As far as Yuzu was concerned if you needed a scoop of cookies-n-cream in your vodka to stomach it, then you shouldn't be drinking anyway. He took a bite of yakitori and chewed thoughtfully.

"What's the occasion?" he asked, presently, after a few swigs of beer. He indicated her flashy outfit with a nod of his head.

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[info]fallen_sumire
2008-06-11 04:44 am UTC (link)
Sumire cocked her head at him and grudgingly nibbled at a skewer. "Why do I need an occasion to dress up? I just wanted to look nice." Nicer than anyone else, obviously. She sighed, "Anyway, I finished my code." The pale pink flush crept down into her neckline, deep into the cut of her cleavage. It was almost kind of eye-catching in its own subtle way, like a soft sign to invite flirtations she'd probably stomp all over. The harpy.

"What about you? Finish that map of yours? I heard you cursing at it this morning," she finished off the skewer in a dainty bite and put the stick down.

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[info]fallen_yuzuya
2008-06-11 04:52 am UTC (link)
Yuzuya put his heavy glass down with a thunk. "Yeah, I finished it. And now I'm free to imagine Sabotage setting fire to the damn thing." He glowered, dropping his words to a low hiss. "There were no less than thirteen-- thirteen-- bathrooms. Is the Tsuchikage incontinent, or what? What kind of man needs thirteen bathrooms? And a golden fish pond. And a bed of heated stones."

Yuzu rolled his eyes in irritation and continued in a whisper. "And yet you know that his fighting forces are eating those weird sandpapery Iwa ration things. It works out in our favor but..."

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[info]fallen_sumire
2008-06-11 04:53 am UTC (link)
"Yeah," she agreed, and fiddled with her sake cup before pouring herself some more. Good gods, this stuff was good. "It does. Of course, there's been trouble in that region, according to recent Intel reports. It might help us if they overthrow that Kage."

Mm, civil war, was there no better thing for an Intel agent to incite? Sumire kept her voice soft and intimate, to avoid being overheard by their more... boisterous fellows. "It would siphon work out of Earth to the other villages, while they're busy stepping all over each other's toes."

A classic case of a failing economy and how quickly tempers could be incited when there wasn't enough food to go 'round. "A little propaganda goes a long way, after all."

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[info]fallen_yuzuya
2008-06-11 04:58 am UTC (link)
Yuzu prodded a gyoza in thought, keeping his voice at a private volume to match hers. "Mm." He picked up the pot sticker and chewed. "Forgive me, but I hope it's sooner than later."

He narrowed his eyes and reached for his beer. "Golden fish pond, my ass."

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[info]fallen_sumire
2008-06-11 05:08 am UTC (link)
Sumire chuckled and rested her chin in her hand, "I wonder what the higher ups would have to say about all this."

Certainly they were planning something, but Sumire didn't have that kind of weight to throw around to find out. Yet. "I wonder, if Iwa falls, will we end up with any refugees like we did with Whirlpool country?"

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[info]fallen_yuzuya
2008-06-11 05:26 am UTC (link)
Yuzuya swished around the foam and the last bit of beer in his glass. "Probably. It's a bigger population though..." The prospect seemed bleak. It was more likely that there would be mass suicides, considering what was known about Iwa and their traditions.

"Hmm, true, and I have little doubt that many of the citizens would be quick to open their arms to enemies. Even if they are deposed enemies." Sumire's face was thoughtful beside him.

"That's what I was just thinking," Yuzuya admitted darkly. "Didn't want to say it over dinner but. I don't think the citizens are likely to welcome help from us. Iwa's... not that kind of place." He was quiet for a moment. Then he picked up another gyoza and nudged the plate towards her in a silent invitation to eat. "We'll do what we can," he offered, hoping to close the subject as best he knew how. Yuzu signaled for another beer and leaned his chin in his hand, letting his eyes wander casually around the room. Her hair was shiny in the low bar lighting.

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[info]fallen_sumire
2008-06-11 05:29 am UTC (link)
Over dinner? Sumire gave the small spread a critical eye. This wasn't dinner, this was bar food. Dinner required more sophisticated things, things that didn't start their cooking time skewered to a stick. Well, most things. She did have a terrible penchant for meat, and nabbed a potsticker between two chopsticks neatly, and considered it.

"One can only hope," she agreed with his closure on the subject. The sake was making her philosophical, perhaps not in a good way. Under the dim light of the bar, even Shibata Yuzuya managed to look... nicer... more handsome... more approachable.

Oh, what in hell was she thinking? "I should get going."

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[info]fallen_yuzuya
2008-06-11 05:32 am UTC (link)
Yuzuya blinked behind his glasses and his thick bangs, turning to her in surprise. "Already? But--" But he had just ordered all this food just to share with her, and they had just had an actual conversation that didn't include insults.

"Aha," he intoned, cutting his eyes at her. He nodded to her display of cleavage. "Hot date?" That must be why she was dressed up. Surely Murakami had plans for the evening, and better men to spend time with than him. He should feel stupid for thinking otherwise. He helped himself to another yakitori skewer and forced a smirk.

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[info]fallen_sumire
2008-06-11 05:41 am UTC (link)
Sumire shook her head, setting the beads and bells on one of her kanzashi to jingling and clinking. And if it was a hot date, why would you care? "No, it isn't that, just..." Because you're acting weird and I don't know if I like it, she added to herself. The alcohol was making her head light and fizzy and hot. "I'm hot and the sake's making me hot and it's probably not a good idea to keep drinking, you know?" she clarified, her voice drawing a little on the dewy notes of the pleasure quarters. Sumire pulled a fan from beneath her sleeve and fanned at her pink cheeks to clarify her point.

"Just outside for a minute and catch some air," she told him.

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[info]fallen_yuzuya
2008-06-11 05:45 am UTC (link)
Yeah, right. Yuzuya's dark eyes lingered on hers for a moment, solemn. Then he turned his gaze to his beer. "Told you to eat something," he muttered, and steeled himself to wait for her to walk away. His fingers twirled a skewer idly.

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[info]fallen_sumire
2008-06-11 05:46 am UTC (link)
"Yeah, yeah," she waved him off and slid away from the seat, sashaying to the door with no little amount of balance. "I'll be back." She could feel eyes on her, more than just Yuzuya and pulled the door open with a gust of cold air and wandered outside. Well, hell's bells, with the hot and now the cold, it made her feel too many things at once. Sleepy, warm, cold and cuddly. Goddamnit.

Sumire sat down on a bench clear of snow and rested her chin in her hand, planning her strategy to get away from Yuzuya's weird attitude. Maybe drinking made him friendly? If that was the case, then he should be half-drunk at all times at work and make both their lives easier.

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[info]fallen_yuzuya
2008-06-11 05:47 am UTC (link)
She was just making excuses, he guessed. She'd be out the door and have him ditched in no time flat. Whatever, let her go. Stupid Murakami, made him waste money on all this food for nothing. Yuzu took another hefty spoonful of fried rice and glanced at the empty seat beside him, a sinking feeling in his chest.

She'd left her coat on the chair.

Sumire's coat and a doggie bag in hand, Yuzuya rushed through the swinging bar door and found himself out in the chill night air. The cold bit his cheeks, and he ran out into the street to search for her, looking left and right. How far might she have gone by now? She was sure to be-- oh.

She was sitting on a bench behind him, right near the entrance, and affording him a rather strange look. Yuzuya straightened his glasses and held her coat out, feeling very stupid. "You forgot... your coat."

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[info]fallen_sumire
2008-06-11 05:50 am UTC (link)
"So I did," she agreed, still feeling her eyebrow up in space where it had rose when he came hurrying out like her old nursemaid with her jacket. She took the coat from his hand with nimble fingers (amazing what still decided to be graceful when you were half-drunk), brushing his much warmer ones. "Thanks."

For a long second they stood there, staring at each other like a pair of stupid, awkward genin. "Is this a hint that you don't want my company anymore?" she teased him.

"I didn't want it in the first place," he teased back neatly. "Thought you might catch a cold going outside in a getup like that."

"You asshole," she muttered. "I'm not, thanks," still, it didn't stop her from putting on the jacket anyway. How dare he insult her very tasteful outfit (even if you could see down her cleavage). "I told you I was coming back in, though," she added. She shifted in her heels and gave him an annoyed look.

"I didn't believe you," Yuzu told her with a careless shrug. "Figured you were off to catch you some man-meat with your you-can-see-down-my-cleavage outfit there."

Sumire wondered for a moment if she would have enough time to snap one of the icicles off the sloping roof and toss it at his head, "Well excuse me for having breasts. And who said you had to look, huh? My face not good enough to talk to?"

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[info]fallen_yuzuya
2008-06-11 05:57 am UTC (link)
Yuzuya's expression was calm and cool, but he felt excitement purring in his chest. Yes, he'd gotten her irritated, finally. His nerves tingled with the same old perverse urge. Push it farther, see how much worse you can make it. Go, go, go!

"The problem is not that you have the breasts. And if you didn't notice-- and I know you did-- I didn't look." Satisfaction spread through him, warm and sweet. She'd been trying to get him to look (as usual) and he purposely hadn't. Ha, ha. Doggie bag under one arm, he slipped his hands into his coat pockets, smug.

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[info]fallen_sumire
2008-06-11 05:58 am UTC (link)
Sumire crossed the small distance between them and raised her hand to deliver the best pimp slap she could manage. Things seemed to be moving slowly and there was a thwack... too bad for Sumire, that he caught her hand. Yuzuya's grip was strong, stronger than hers, anyway. "You idiot! You aren't supposed to block!" she hissed.

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[info]fallen_yuzuya
2008-06-11 06:02 am UTC (link)
The drawn line of his mouth remained perfectly impassive, although his voice belied a trace of amusement at this display. His fingers flexed around Sumire's arm, a warning, perhaps. "And you aren't supposed to hit a man for bringing you your coat."

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[info]fallen_sumire
2008-06-11 06:03 am UTC (link)
"But I can hit him for insulting me!" she replied and kneed him hard in the stomach. "You--jerk!" she tried to wrench her arm away from him, with little avail.

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[info]fallen_yuzuya
2008-06-11 06:05 am UTC (link)
"OOF!" The doggie bag fell to the slushy street and Yuzuya was doubled over in pain, gasping for his breath but not relaxing his grip on her arm. "When, exactly, did I insult you?" he wheezed, defiant even in pain. Fuck, that hurt. Murakami had sharp knees. It was lucky he wasn't flat on the ground. Perhaps she'd decently earned that jounin status after all.

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[info]fallen_sumire
2008-06-11 06:09 am UTC (link)
"When don't you insult me?" she replied, still trying to wriggle out of his grip as fast as she could. "You always find something, you asshole, something that you feel the need to pick upon! Oooh! Let me go already, fuckhead!"

"Look who's talking," Yuzu groaned, clutching her arm desperately as he tried to breathe properly again. "You're the queen of picking on."

"Whatever, let. Go!" His grip was sliding towards her wrist now, and a curl of fear started winding its way up her spine. "You're the one that started this, damn you!" Impotent asshole, she just had wanted to have a nice evening! "Should have known any evening with you would end in disaster."

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[info]fallen_yuzuya
2008-06-11 06:12 am UTC (link)
Yuzuya let her arm go as if stung and straightened to his full height. He glared down at her with narrowed eyes as if he had something he wanted to say, but instead turned on his heel and stalked off down the street. His footsteps crunched angrily as he took off in the direction away from ANBU HQ.

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[info]fallen_sumire
2008-06-11 06:18 am UTC (link)
Should visit Aoi, she thought blandly, pulling the heavy hood over her head and walking in the opposite direction, snow crunching under her feet. He's always good for a laugh and a drink. Besides, the chance of her brother grabbing her wrist or inciting her ire were good and low. But goddamn, what a night.

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