[attr="class","dilyrics3"]You ever love a man then he gone? I have, I have I put that thought inside of many songs, drinking by myself again
[attr="class","dilyric3"]"Drink until the Henny's gone"
[attr="class","dibody3"]"Oh no no no, please!" Gatsby spoke frantically as she was briskly walking through the streets of Kirigakure, he eyes darting back and forth across the street.
Anybody that knows Gatsby (which would be enough to count on one hand), would know that there were very few things that she had cherished in life. Since the disappearance of her father, the only thing she's got left in her life was one thing: her sword. The first and last gift from a man that she loved, she basically brought it everywhere with her, sharpened it, always had it by her side. Her travels hand landed her in Kirigakure and after a long day she spent the night with her head on the bar of a ramen shop, with her sword leaned up against the wall. When she woke up, the sword was gone.
Now it's only been a few hours, the moon was still high in the sky. The nightcrawlers of Kiri were out and about along with the less fortunate with no place to call home. Either way, someone's taken Gatsby's sword and there's nothing she' wouldn't do to get it back. But the problem was finding it first.
[attr="class","bolo-grid-subtitle]i’m full of it, i’m free i’ll run i’m living it.
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currently enjoying a can of sake as he walks, he's slightly tipsy and considers all and all tonight to be a pretty solid process. some items stolen had been sold to the pawn shops, others had been sold to unsuspecting degenerates and deadbeats seeking to make their wives or girlfriends happy. [break][break]
this sword though? [break][break]
felt pretty expensive. had personality on it. felt pretty heavy too. something the pawns couldn't afford. he'd have to take it to tengfei for it to be examined. [break][break]
as he nears the district belonging to his group as if on cue, a young man walks past her in the crowd. sword in hand, one he'd swiped a bit earlier while passing, he recognizes minor detail of clothing and appearance from a side glance, straightens his backs posture and begins to speed walk more closely towards familiar territory. and quickly at that.
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]You ever love a man then he gone? I have, I have I put that thought inside of many songs, drinking by myself again
[attr="class","dilyric3"]"Drink until the Henny's gone"
[attr="class","dibody3"]She's had that sword since she was a child, so it's only natural that she'd know what it would look like whether or not it was in her position. So when someone she didn't know walked past her with her own sword in their hands, it immediately caught her eye. It also didn't help that, out of the crowd of people, only a handful were holding swords and nearly none of them looked like hers. It still took her a moment to register what happened, but when she finally did Gastby turned on her heel and started chasing after the individual.
"Hey-!" After only a few steps, Gatsby fell flat onto her face. She's so used to doing most of her life in loose clothing that she had forgotten that she was currently tied into a kimono. A wide step like she was trying to take just wasn't possible and the clothes tripped her, causing the wreck. On the ground, dirt caking her face, Gatsby considered just giving up before remembering how much that sword had meant to her.
With newfound confidence, she would push off the ground and make a giant gash in her kimono before getting up and trying again, running significantly faster than before.
[attr="class","bolo-grid-subtitle]i’m full of it, i’m free i’ll run i’m living it.
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'hey!' the woman's voice was loud, and he glances over his shoulder once to see her turn at the heel. he's midway through the motion of jolting away before witnessing her tragedy - goofily tripping on her own feet, she stumbles and plants face down onto the ground. the few people walking by gives audible gasps and makes space, some holding a hand over their mouths in concern, a couple drunks bursting out laughing in the distance, a casual 'oh my god- is she okay?' from some concerned citizen not displayed in direct viewing. [break][break]
nichiren blinks at her a few times, watching her fumble to get back up and- "that's my sword, thief!" [break][break]
cue the sound bite clips of 'thief? what is she talking about? who's a thief-' [break][break]
nichiren laughs, and once she finally starts running after him he decides to play tag. rushing through the street at a pace she can keep up with, he maintains a considerate distance - only slowing down here and there to give her the glimmer of hope she might catch him. but from the looks of it, his enhanced speed put a significant gap in movement speed between the two, and he rounds corners in full sprint (but checks over his shoulder to make sure she's still following). "stop chasing me, you can't catch me~" he cockily grins from over his shoulder (now in vajrakilaya territory, so the onlookers simply cheered nichiren on and enjoyed their intoxicants with glee at the "race"), though once he stumbles and trips over his toes he almost mirrors her faceplant from earlier; catches himself after a few seconds of stumbling forward, before turning another corner into an alley. [break][break]
"ignore that! that doesn't count!" he calls without looking over his shoulder, slightly embarrassed.
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]You ever love a man then he gone? I have, I have I put that thought inside of many songs, drinking by myself again
[attr="class","dilyric3"]"Drink until the Henny's gone"
[attr="class","dibody3"]Gatsby found out pretty quickly that trying to chase this thief wasn't what she expected it to be, but then again it made sense for someone who probably made their earnings by stealing things. She didn't realize that she was basically walking into a trap, she was too focused on trying to catch up to him and not losing him and her sword. If anything, the fact that he was toying with her was more aggravating than anything else, like this was just a game to him while the only thing she owned was going to be out of her life forever. So when he tripped, she couldn't help but take the opportunity to go into a full-on sprint, closing the distance by a bit.
Tears started to form in her eyes as the realization slowly set in that she was going to have to part with that sword forever. It wasn't long before she just gave up and stopped, her legs giving out and dropping her to the ground in the middle of an alley. "Papa..." Those were the only words she would be able to utter out as she basically went into a full-on crying session, trying to be as quiet as possible while falling victim to her emotions.
[attr="class","bolo-grid-subtitle]i’m full of it, i’m free i’ll run i’m living it.
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he's pretty much increased the distance between the two of them, and when he glances back over his shoulder she's no longer...? wait, where did she go? brows furrow and he slows to a small jog, turning around and peeking his head into the alley. she's... what is she doing? are those tears? is she wiping dust out her eyes? she's not crying right? what the fuck. why is she crying. [break][break]
that's not fun - don't make him feel things. [break][break]
grows extra annoyed, hand in pocket as he starts to walk back in her direction - staying a sizable distance out of arms reach. [break][break]
"sis. that's not wavy." [break][break]
buck up, kid. let him rob you without the waterworks, sheesh.
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]You ever love a man then he gone? I have, I have I put that thought inside of many songs, drinking by myself again
[attr="class","dilyric3"]"Drink until the Henny's gone"
[attr="class","dibody3"]Gatsby, quite frankly, couldn't believe he had the fucking audacity to say that to her in this situation.
"I-I think if there was any time to cry it'd be now. You know, losing the only thing that gives my life meaning seems like a pretty good reason." She was surprisingly calm despite the tears flowing down her face as she spoke. A tough exterior, weak interior. "Anyways, crying is a natural thing. Everyone does it." The woman spoke in a matter-of-fact tone as if she was totally justified in having her emotional breakdown. It was only at that moment that Gatsby started to notice where she was, and her sadness was then spiced with a tinge of fear. In hopes of not making the situation any worse, she just kept her eyes fixated on the man in front of her.
"What about you? Do you cry?" Hopefully her curiosity could save her life.
[attr="class","bolo-grid-subtitle]i’m full of it, i’m free i’ll run i’m living it.
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blinking as she begins to spew nonsense about- wah, wah, wah! it gives my life meaning!, all sorts of weird, totally not sugoi shit. his face scrunches in a small cringe, disgusted as her tears stream and the sniffling borders too snotty. "damn, you're an ugly crier." he disses with brutality, killing any idea that he would feel sympathetic to her plight. instead, he scratches the back of his head and exhales a sigh, rolling his eyes. [break][break]
"if it meant so much to you then how'd i get my hands on it anyways? would someone that truly cherished their shit just leave it out next to them? you didn't even have it on your lap. you wanna talk about having a meaning in life? you clearly don't have a meaning in life. you're a waste away crying in the middle of an alley holding on to a damn sword without any direction in your life. did you just whimper papa earlier? the fuck your dad gotta do with this? he'd be ashamed of you." he grouches loudly at her, chewing into his bottom lip with visible annoyance. did he cry? fuck no. crying got nothing done- (visions, memories of the bones ripping through his skin, the blood soaking his arms, self-mutilated by his own curse- as a child, he cried. but as a kaguya, you lose the ability to feel pain. pain becomes pleasure)- [break][break]
"now stop crying and stand up. if you want it back, you'll have to do something for me in exchange." he turns, grip on sheathe as he starts away slowly, but maintains space. she can either stay on the ground and ugly cry, or she can prove her worth. [break][break]
"hurry up." he bitches, turning onto the road after exiting the alley, crinkling his nose a little as the scent of smoke from crooked men and women watched, eying the unfamiliar face- should gatsubi have followed along.
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]You ever love a man then he gone? I have, I have I put that thought inside of many songs, drinking by myself again
[attr="class","dilyric3"]"Drink until the Henny's gone"
[attr="class","dibody3"]For a moment, Gatsby felt an emotion she never felt before. It was like anger but not exactly, and it was provoked when he called her an ugly crier. It seemed to be more focused on the ugly part for some reason, despite the fact that she's not particularly invested in her appearance. It was just odd if anything.
But then he mentioned her father, and then Gatsby was certain that she was feeling anger at that moment. "My father believed in being practical. If I'm happy I smile, if I'm sad I'll cry. There's no point in overcomplicating emotions, life's too short. At least that's what he would say if he was still--!" At some point Gatsby had stood up, being too focused on the jerkwad standing in front of her to care about or acknowledge her own movements. The emotional teen had stopped herself right before she said something that she was going to regret, something that was a lie to her. While everyone told her that her father was dead, she didn't believe them, hated the thought of living in that reality. So she made her own: he was simply missing. "He would say that if he would bother to visit..." Her voice trailed off as she composed herself but by the time she finished the jerk had already begun walking.
Eager to get back her sword, she followed him. There wasn't even a question of what she would do to get her sword back. If it came down to it, Gatsby would do anything.
[attr="class","bolo-grid-subtitle]i’m full of it, i’m free i’ll run i’m living it.
[attr="class","bolo-body]
as they're walking, he's rummaging over the idea that... wait, is her dad dead? probably. she refers to him in tenses sometimes, then turns around and says something about 'wish he'd visit me'. tsk, almost feels a little sad for her. her own tragedy and line of thought far too similar to his own, not like he'd even bother relating with someone that cries that easily. after several minutes of walking, they stop square in front of a house. [break][break]
"here we are." he explains, keeping sword on the opposite side of her just in case she makes an attempt. "this asshole owes money, yea? mr. oba" he gives her a look, eyes devoid of any real emotion beyond expectation that she understands. he elaborates a little further, "here." putting his hand into the inside of his jacket, he retrieves a hammer from the inside of his pocket. rusted red cakes the edges of the flat end and the hooked part, and he presses it into her own hands. "break his shin until the bone rips out of his skin. he should be expecting us, so don't feel bad about it. he offered to give up a leg instead of us taking his teenage daughter." he stares straight ahead, expecting her to move forward and carry out the task. [break][break]
there's slight laughter of two younger children, from behind the door, as well as the sound of a teenage girl that seems to be cooking dinner for the family. the father is there, of course - relaxed, content with his family. nichiren's eyes narrow at gatsby, expecting progress - and not emotions.
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]You ever love a man then he gone? I have, I have I put that thought inside of many songs, drinking by myself again
[attr="class","dilyric3"]"Drink until the Henny's gone"
[attr="class","dibody3"]Gatsby took the hammer from him and gave the most dumbfounded look before explaining: "I'm a swordsman. I work with swords, not hammers. Do you at least have a knife on you or something??" Yeah. Gatsby didn't mind having to do what he asked; it was just going to be a one time thing and then she'd get her sword back and contemplate attacking him. These were the problems of outsiders and she didn't really care much for them besides the threat that the empire posed. She just wants her sword back.
"Yeah, I'm being serious, I can't work with this." Her arm would extend towards him with the end of the hammer pointed at him. If he were to look her in the eye, he would notice that she's dead serious. It's somewhat amazing that she could act this way despite the current situation she was in, despite that her life relied entirely on his whims.
[attr="class","bolo-grid-subtitle]i’m full of it, i’m free i’ll run i’m living it.
[attr="class","bolo-body]
he ignores her, the first time. the more she continues with the antics, the more his eyes shift into a slight narrow at her audacity. frowns, up until she pushes the hammer towards his direction and says her piece (as if he's supposed to care). [break][break]
he lets his enhanced speed burst. [break][break]
palm, handle. clink of metal. the sound of a whoosh. blade trimming a few locks of her hair, ceasing next to her ear and angled towards her throat. left brow raises as he glares. [break][break]
"then you'll just die." he dictates, lacking generally no care for how she feels, or what she wants. fuck you, do your fucking job. [break][break]
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]You ever love a man then he gone? I have, I have I put that thought inside of many songs, drinking by myself again
[attr="class","dilyric3"]"Drink until the Henny's gone"
[attr="class","dibody3"]She was generally unphased by the threat. Gatsby wasn't afraid to die, hell she didn't have her sword so what was the point? "That was quite dramatic. If the whole thief thing doesn't work out for you, I'd recommend theatre. I bet they'd be glad to have you." This was sort of out of character for her--sass wasn't something she was quite familiar with--but she was already pretty annoyed with him. The end of the hammer would find itself against the blade of her sword, pushing it away from her neck. "Oh yeah, one more thing. I have a name, it's Yamahara." And with that, she walked towards the door and smashed the hammer into the knob, the door opening in response.
Everything froze as Gatsby just walked in unannounced and beelined straight to the kitchen. There she would see the daughter, cutting some fish. At the moment, the family just sort of paused and watched as this invader then brought a hammer down on the daughter's hand, causing her to drop the butcher's knife. With now her weapon of choice available to her, Gatsby dropped the hammer onto the ground and returned back to the father and younger children. "Uh... something about money? Leg or daughter, or maybe it was daughter's leg? I don't really remember but you have three seconds to cut off the circulation."
In the first second, he tried to scramble to get his kids to safety. Actually, that's what he wasted all three of his seconds on. Quite frankly, Gatsby thought it was a dumb choice but could understand where he was coming from. If the pain didn't kill him the bleeding would. Slowly, she approached him brandishing the knife, coldly staring at him as he desperately tried to scramble away. Now, it should be known that with any sort of bladed weapon Gastby was not one to be taken lightly. Cutting off a limb was no deal, however, the size of the knife might prove to be trouble.
And it did as she got halfway through his thigh on the first slice and hit bone. His screams of agony rang her ears. "Sorry." She went at it again for a clean slice, with his leg now in two pieces just above the knee. "I would recommend putting some fire to that-" He was already unconscious, the pain too much to bear.
[attr="class","bolo-grid-subtitle]i’m full of it, i’m free i’ll run i’m living it.
[attr="class","bolo-body]
once she saunters off in a huff, he frowns and raises both brows in confusion. did she somehow not get the memo? the job was legit the most simple. swing hammer, bang, bang, bang! leg broken. after about ten minutes outside, head peeking in a little here and there from the fuss and screams, his confused brows raise into eyes opened in full concern. did the crazy bitch pick up a bitcher-- butcher knife? holy shit, what the fuck was wrong with her? he sucks in a breath, clutching his pearls almost instinctively as the open door reveals the scene of gatsby clearly not knowing the definition of chill the fuck out a little. said brutalize, not murder. for fuck sakes, she couldn't even follow this basic information? he pinches the bridge of his nose, gurgling quietly. [break][break]
he enters, just as she's about to deliver the slice and words i'd recommend fire to that. no, that doesn't occur. hand reaches for her butchering arm, attempting to grasp her by the wrist and ensure she doesn't go any further than she does. he looks at her directly in the eyes, completely irritated, mostly because she'd been told to use a tool and absolutely disrespected the order. this was not something that could be easily cleaned. this wasn't punishment, this was pure sadism. this could not represent... he sucks in another air, before releasing. [break][break]
"if you don't stop you'll be forced to kill everyone here, idiot. do you want the blood of children on your hands?" he questions her under his breath, acknowledging what has been witnessed by the collateral. a hammer is blunt, it does its job easily. it's a punishment. a fucking blade is murder. something that can be reported as a criminal act, not an accident. fucking christ, was this idiot that stupid to the logistics? shit. [break][break]
"tell me. do you want to be forced to kill those kids?" he growls, pissed at her for not obeying simple instructions.
