[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","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","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","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"]To be honest, most of Gatsby's bewilderment came from the fact that rumors actually turned out to be true. When walking out into the forest on a whim, she pretty much made peace with the fact that she was going to find nothing. So, when the woman proved to not only be real but also spoke directly at Gatsby, she sort of fumbled her introduction.
"I-I-I... no. I'm actually here because of what people have been saying. The...uh... rumor! Rumor has it that you're pretty crazy with a katana and I've been looking for a teacher." She stopped abruptly, assuming that what she said was basically a given to where it was going to lead, not seeing how anyone couldn't align with her train of thought. "So... that's why I'm here." Awkwardly, Gatsby's eyes began darting from tree to tree, really just scanning her surroundings to look at anything except the person that she was talking to.
The "ghost" was intimidating, to say the least, and by appearance, they didn't seem to be the most approachable either. Which, at least to Gatsby, explained why they were just hiding out in the woods away from any signs of civilization.
[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","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"]During her travels, Gatsby has made her way to all sorts of areas and all sorts of people. Some of these were nice, others not so much. Today, in particular, a rumor has directed her into the forest, her naivety taking the reigns of her life for today. The rumor spoke of a pink-haired ghost that would travel in the woods north of the empire. They were stealthy, so many only got a glimpse of its hair or its clothes, but most could remember one thing about them: the sword. Being the weird sword fanatic that she was, hearing this rumor had immediately piqued her interest to the point that she pretty much forgot why she was even in the area and wandered into the forest looking for this ghost.
It seems to have had totally gone over Gatsby's head that this was still close enough to the Empire's territory that she was in some actual danger. So most of the sounds she heard were not taken as warnings, but rather as leads to her target. The enthusiast would search for hours before stumbling upon nothing, as was expected. As sort of a final plea, she would call out:
"Hello? Pink-haired ghost lady? Are you out there?" Not one of her finest moments.
[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","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","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","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"
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