Temper temper

The person kept talking.. and kept talking.. on and on and on... Amy clenched her fists and sighed. Her eyes closed tight as she snorted and nearly broke the cup in her palm. Did she ever shut up? She didn't even know this woman. The brow on her left side twitched, making the scar show more than usual. Her face pouring out body language that plainly stated leave me alone. Of course the woman didn't... She simply continued droning. Amy groaned. THIS was why she hated people. How could someone be so ignorant of the fact that she did NOT want to talk. Amy didn't think she could be more clear if she screamed through a megaphone. Then it happened. Her temper slipped a bit. "Shut.. UP! Shut your godfarsaken damn mouth. God! Your mile runs a mile a minute. Learn to breathe for fucking sake! Give someone's ears a break. Jesus Christ!" Yes.. Amy had a lovely mouth..

Uson had unbolted his eyes from nod. He was disturbed by a anonymous pique whose apperance was hindered by a large white curtian. The silloutet framed the picture, and the voice roamed the waft with its volume.

"Excuse me. You two mind lowering the tone of your dialect?"

Uson asked kindly. He was stuck with these two for the next week. He had just awoken from a trio day of coma. He was in the hospital against his will. Tonight he would free himself from this room, and this

Amy snorted and looked towards the screen. Her eyes cold and unfeeling. She said not a word and turned her head away from the woman, who undoubtedly was in tears. Amy made someone cry today. How lovely. Now SHE was the bad person because someone didn't know when to keep their mouths shut. She heaved a sigh and held her head. Why was she in here? Easy.. her mother had sent her here. The psychotic woman had decided to push Amy down a fleet of stairs. Oh how Amy loved that woman.. naturally in the most sarcastic way possible. She utterly HATED her mother. She was the manifestation of everything Amy despised about life and the people who lived it.

Her arms shook as she tried to control herself. Her mind unstable from trauma. She didn't apologize, but she did seem in a way apologetic if for a brief second. Her ears catching wind of what people truly thought of her. "What an awful person. No wonder she's here. She probably tried to kill herself.." They whispered. Amy sniffed, Not yet.. She twitched her lips and looked around the room.

Uson arched his reverse torso, and began to erect himself out of bed as an odor began to infect the breeze. It appeared that someone had just inundayed the bronze tiles upon the surface Uson stood on with a yellow liqud. Uson began to manuever around the micro pool of piss. Noticing he was in an assless ebony gown that seemed modified for a patient much smaller. His hair framed his entire being covering much mass to hilts of his ankles.

Uson reviewed his surroundings as he could hear the service staff migrating his way. Uson slid stared at the window and prepared to make a silent exit.

Amy heard the creak of someone's bed and then the soft clicking of someone's feet. Her eyes narrowed and she focused her ears. There was a person trying to leave the room. What an amusing thought. Nothing like a hospital break. Her legs moved her out of her bed and she flicked her eyes towards the curtain. Hospitals smelled funny and she refused to be stuck here. She liked this idea more and more by the second. It was like an urge she had; keeping her away from people. She couldn't stand them and WOULDN'T stand them if she could.

Despite the shakiness of her legs, she found herself reaching the door and the man who was trying to sneak out. His body clothed by the simple hospital gown. Oh how Amy hated those. She had refused to wear one and compromised into wearing a pair of black slacks and a black top, though one hand was in a cast. It would heal up in no time, she had no worried. She quirked a brow at the effeminate man and simply stood there, wondering what one earth he had gone through.

Uson was well aware of the vixen's ploy to elude the estate with the Hyuuga. Uson gave a elongated gaze before resuming his endeavour. Uson began trasnsending towards the open window as the cloudburst aroma blew inside the hollow room. Uson quickly disrobe displaying his blessed anatomy to the spectatirs who decided to gague his essence.

Placing his original attitre around his being he had suscessfully hindered all of his nakedness, except for his solar plexus that displayed four kanji each laced upon one abdominal. Uson gave birth to a duo set of handsigns to bring a ninjutsu into the world. The former a clone jutsu which was an exact replica of himself. The second produced a haze of ivory smoke. Uson's original apperance was disfigured into a whole new persona. One of a woman who disguise would give off an illusion as medic inside the hospital. Uson held the back of his head with his left hand while kneeling upon one knee. As the door swung open Uson's clone had jumped from the window as the pursuers fo.

Amy had no need for disguises. If someone were to challenge her she'd step out and strike them down. Even if she only had one arm. Amy had enough strength to smash a hole in the wall if she needed to. Of course this would result in a broken fist... but it was a sacrifice for the greater equal. Her eyes caught sight of a man turned woman and her brow scrunched. How did she see? Well she was in a good enough position she could have seen the strip show had she not been more interested in the nurses walking down the hallway. She was glad she didn't see that anyways. Her body moved swiftly as they passed, slipping into complete simultaneous step with one of them as they would chit chat on their days. Aaa being a ninja was easy sometimes.

Uson pressance was erased fron existance. The staff were so busy they barely noticed the new faces roaming the estate. With in sixty paces the duo was erect under the convulsion of the downpouring droplets. Uson had escaped, but his opticals latched the area wondering which way his path would compass.

Amy held a strange look as she walked out. Her arm sort of bouncing off her chest with each confident step. How simple this had been! For a split second she seemed angry it's been so easy, but slowly a grin sort of crept upon her face. She started with a low chuckle that grew into a hard laugh sounding more like a giggle than she would ever admit to. Her good hand covered her lips and her eyes were closed though upturned in a sort of joyous manner. "They're all so stupid." She managed between her sort of gasps. Slowly she calmed down and looked up at the down-pouring rain. "You know that look isn't much different from your normal one.." She said as the smile faded from her lips, a straight poker expression in its wake as she stared at his woman-body. Whether it was a joke or not was hard to tell, but it seemed she was serious. Unfortunately her sense of humor was incredibly bone dry.

As the dispostion of soak pods continued to restlessly batter full force, Uson unlocked his might Doujutsu to scan the territory for other existence. He found none, but himself and a few locals. Uson released his doujutsu as well as his metamorph from male to female. His original body was restored.

"..."

Uson said nothing, but it could be seen that his face grew stern from her insult. The air was heavy with a breezy honey that smelt well. Uson was going to get provisions, as he had been asleep for three nights and three days.

"I am going to eat. Follow or stay I do not care, either way."

Amy sighed and crossed her arms. The man was cold. Almost as much as her. If he didn't talk much it would be smooth sailing. After all, Amy didn't like speaking more than she had too. Obviously he didn't like her comment and she rolled her eyes at his attitude. Typically he'd taken it as an insult when she'd only been teasing. Amy wondered if she was a bad person to try and be nice, but she decided it didn't matter. Her arm still in a sling she didn't like his attitude. Well she did but she didn't. "If you didn't care, then why invite me?" She spat out before she could catch it. Okay so maybe she was a bitch at times, but that was only most of the time. She had tried being nice and look where it got her. A body full of pain and misery and a broken arm.

Shaking her head she scoffed and turned away, showing her distaste as well as the odd scars she had on her back. She didn't are. If he wanted to be cold and unfeeling, she didn't care and yet.. Amy felt alone. Her eyes teared up and she let out an angry growl. Everything was anger with her. She had no idea what was going on and no one was listening to her troubled cries. She'd been blocked out of the one mind that could help her. She despised it so when he did that. She needed him and he wasn't here. "Typical, stupid man." she muttered under her breath though not towards the current man she was standing near.

Uson was dazed, by her response. This woman was indeed just that a woman. They had a way of making simple conclusions into calculated problems. The rain continued to spill upon his and hers anatomy. He head began to rotate to his away from his peer, as his lips began to part as he summoned a chain of words.

"Isn't it obvious? I was displaying affability toward you. I do not know your title nor have you offered it. Now again acompany me to shelter, and victuals, or keep your erection in this lamenation"

Uson was getting testy. He was soaked, and famished. The vixen was nearly like him, but unfortunately he had an issue trusting women as they were crafty. Soon Uson heard a muffled word and a growl. He loosened his mind and peered at the girl.

"You say something? I hope it was an answer, because my span of patience is elasping"

Amy nodded and sighed as the rain drenched her clothing. She shivered through and through and let off a sigh of relief. Okay so it would be better if they DID find shelter. She managed a nod and turned, following him from a distance to show she had no intentions on trusting him either. Amy didn't just distrust men, she distrusted ALL people in general. Every one she knew had betrayed her one way or another. Damn backstabbers. Her heart fluttered and she knew it was because her gut told her not to go with this man. She wanted to be like any stray animal and flee from things she was uncertain of. "Ladies first doesn't apply to names." she said coolly, responding to his comment on titles.

"Doesn't apply to names? Says who?" Uson asked as he removed his hands from the pouches in his cloth. A span later Uson was gifted access to the heavens. He decided to share this gift with the scarlet Amy Rei. Uson took off slowly, but at a steady pace. Uson had arrived at a local resturant named Chop Chop Wok, his compainion had arrived nearly in an instant. Uson was a foreigner to this resturant, but hoped his new aquantiance had joviality roaming the air instead of a slight in the rain. The waiter eyed Amy Rei, blushing a bit as he sat them down. Uson lifted the menu not stating a single word to woman, unless she let her tongue free first. Uson rarely spoke freely, unless he really had something to say. Other wise it was speak when spoken to.

Amy followed the man at a distance. It was obvious she held distrust and would rather be elsewhere. Her eyes closed as she walked, the raining soaking her. She began to shiver, cold. As they reached the restaurant she'd speak. "Says me." Okay way to be blunt. "After all it is rude to ask someone's name without revealing your own." She said in a rather 'indifferent tone'. However she seemed to be at least a little relaxed. The two found a seat and the male picked up a menu. Amy wouldn't eat anything so as the waiter handed her the small menu, she refused it. Her hands lifted and she shook them lightly her head with them. He seemed disappointed but walked away with it. Once his back was turned, Amy thrust her hands in her lap and closed her eyes, her hair dripping onto her face. She tried her best to look tough and for the most part her shivering couldn't be seen. However if she was looked at too closely, then the goosebumps on her skin would give it away with the clenched teeth in her jaw.

"Says you? Are you supposed to be someone important?" Uson asked as they sat down. It was all eyes upon Amy with her anatomy surely exposing that it was quite a [i]Nippy[i] day. Even though her attire was laced in all black the proding of them could be seen.The jounin ignored her statement, as he had never actually asked her for her name. He only stated, that she had never given it. Uson clothing was just as soaked as hers, but he withdrew his upper attire anyway handing it over to the chivering kounichi.

"Place this on"

Uson said as he receeded back into his menu half nude, and equally cold. The waiter returned. With a hotcup of tea and divine desire to get the young woman to at least drink. He stood there waiting for the girl to sip. As the undecided Uson peered at the wave of contents in the menu. The young boy opened his lips trying to engang in tongue with Amy Rei

"I-I made the tea myself, it's fresh, but be careful its very hot."

He said practically assuming she would taste his creation.

Amy eyed the man in a suspicious, untrusting manner. Her eyes those shining greenish gold color, oddly mixed with blue. Such a strange color indeed and yet to most they were entrancing. Her body still shivered and though she debated on saying the man could go fuck himself, she held her impulses back. She looked needy and Amy despised that. WITH A PASSION. It sucked how she had to actually accept help this time. The man didn't seem like he'd take her stubborn bullshit and who knows it may have helped. Her arms had moved over her chest feeling her own freezing body through her clothes. One hand moved out and grabbed the shirt and hesitantly she pulled it on. She was silent and gave as close to a grateful look as possible. Her eyes glaring away from him as the girls went fanatic around them Amy felt her brow twitched, damn fangirls.

The strange waitor returned and offered her tea. She looked at the cup oddly, "I didn't order anything. I can't afford this." She said in her careless, monotonous tone. Her eyes focused on the cup. This waiter could have done a number of things to it, but she was grateful to have the shirt to cover her freezing bosoms. She acted as if the waiter had left. She wasn't trying to be rude, she just didn't want more conversation than needed. In general she spoke. "My name is Amy."

Uson, had looked up from his menu, and began looking at his compainion wondering why she had indeed turned down the tea. He gave a strong stare at the waiter wondering why he was still here
the waiter took his leave with another long disappointed expression upon his face. Uson returned his attention back to the woman who was limber, and shivering slightly from the chippy moisture inside of her skin.

"You know you're not paying for any of this. I'm spending my accumulation didn't you know this?"

He asked. As he sat his menu down upon the table. He had already decided what he wanted from the tablet, and was in awe when the woman expressed her name to him

"Oh, what a lovely name. It's nice to meet you Amy"

Uson said as his anatomy was still exposed. The onlookers beamed and smiled, but Uson payed them no mind. He wanted his food.

Amy nodded and thought a moment. Something was up. Okay she couldn't be here right now. She felt something was wrong and in this instant she needed to head home. She forgot today she was to meet up with someone she knew all to well and being late usually left him most unhappy. She wouldn't keep him waiting. He'd compliment her name but she'd barely hear it as she stood up. "I'm sorry I have somewhere I have to go.." With that she said nothing more and hurried off, leaving his shirt as she vanished out of the restaurant.

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