Closed Encounter [Eri]

He was stupefied by the sudden display of erotic hidden nudity dazzling across his vision so innocently. For a second he felt no pain, danger for his life, or arousal, just amazement. His eyes unconsciously inspected her white form hidden by the reflection of the war as she ventured closer to him. At first, he assumed it was a hallucination brought about by the loss of blood, but he couldn't have loss that much blood, could he? It was a coincidence. She was simply someone who was at this place at this time through an unfortunate array of routes, decisions, and past experiences infecting such. He took a deep breath in, and released it as she was away of but a arm length.

"Ah..." His words were no where to be found, and before he knew it, she was tending to his wound while he was under a state of his own incredulity. Not only was she within the water, she was healing him with Medical Ninjutsu, and he felt a sudden surge of relaxation and relief. "Mermaid." It suddenly came out from his own imagination to his lips in verbal utterance. There were tales he remembered from a child told by his elders of a a person, usually a girl, would be found by worry or wounded people and as to help them out, tend to their troubles. They were so beautiful that they could grasp a man's heart with no words, and destroy it just as easily. He attempted to lean closer, which resulted in him falling of the rock and laying on the bed of dirt face-first. Ouch...how embarrassing. He turned over to lay on his back, the ground which he laid, slightly being etched with his blood, and his eyes gazing at the eyes of the suspected mermaid hidden within the water. "Sorry..."

Carefree.


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In a fit of embarrassment, and gratefulness, he stayed silent with his eyes continuing to stare at hers as he hand hovered over the wound with a luminous green glow. He stayed silent throughout the process, his eyes not taking away from hers, as if he was trying to get a glance into his own, so that they may transfer secrets of the soul. He felt even more embarrassed at his way of thinking, but he had almost bite the big one only a few minutes before. For someone to become a radical romantic, albeit he was already a romantic to begin with, it wasn't that unusual. He did, however, had some self-awareness of his actions, and looked away as she leaned back, trying to avoid eye count as for her to not think of him as weird or agonizing over her petite naked body which, by the way, held absolutely no imperfections. From the distance of each breast, to the size of her navel, the glimmer of light that reflects from her soft skin, and the thighs curved inwards simply fit so perfectly.

Her words felt soft and cheerful. A nice change of pace from his usual meetings of the people within this world of shinobi re-establishment. He left out a small smile, "I wish i could," he paused for a minute, realizing he didn't know her name, "but i don't know how to swim." He got up to lean his back against the rock as his legs laid completely out. The wound felt like it was completely healed, he checked and notice there were barely any indication of it existing, and that was surprising. Incredibly perfect. "This work, i couldn't have done anything like that in such a short amount of time. You're perfec..." He paused abruptly in the middle of his compliment, realizing it wasn't the proper thing to say, "I mean, it's perfect work. You're skilled." He clarified. He felt like he was antagonizing over all of his word choices, as if she was a girl he had a particularly disastrous crush upon.

"Thanks."




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"No need to give thanks, it was rightfully earned." He referred to her reply of his compliment. She seemed to have an immense abundance of kindness that is displayed in her actions - healing him - and her words - thanking him for a compliment. The change of pace was increasingly becoming nicer to bathe in. He couldn't help but wonder what her story was, or why she would approach a man while fully nude and retain her kind composure. If it was any other man, a man filled with ferocious sexual desire, she'd be pinned down by his strength standing over her naked body with thoughts of impurity, and thereby raped violently. Unless that was what she wanted, but he couldn't accept if that was actually true. She must've had some sort of desire other than the kindness of ones hearts - they all do.

He sighed, forgetting he was within a world where things could never be taken as they seemed. A friend who might save you one day, would give you up to your enemy the next, or a girl who you fall in love with, might be only with you for the money rather than for you. Life was a thing where these existed. He'd come to accept that, and the dullness and predictability brought about by the dark ravages the world had to offer. There were many times he was assigned to killing someone after befriending them for information. Times in the ANBU. His eyes grew weary of his distasteful past.

Snapped back to reality by a question, a simple question brought about by her cheerful and innocent appearing voice. He scoffed that his delusions might actually be delusions, but that he couldn't accept or trust if they were or weren't. A small sigh was let loose followed by a light smirk. "Yeah. I recently got interested in the Medicine and Medical Ninjutsu, but only because of its relation to science." He answered, giving more information than asked for.

He watched her get up from her position beside him, and knew that she was going to just leave out of his life after helping him, perhaps this was simply her good deed of the day and she'll never remember him, and as for him...he'll remember her down to the curve of her thighs to the innocence of her actions. Know her as innocence, despite knowing nothing else. A good way to remember someone.

He got a glimpse of her retrieving her clothes, so that's why she came near me, he thought, assuming she did so because she had no choice. Unless she wanted to walk away in the nude for all strangers who might see to gawk at. He waited for her to leave, removing her from his sight as he situated himself more comfy upon the side of the hefty rock. He took a few deep breathes to relax himself even more, in a little while, he'd have to find a more secure location.

His eyes widened with surprise as she sat down, fully clothed, albeit he rather her be naked, the clothes were nicely looking upon her petite form. When she asked him of how, he stumbled his words a bit with uhm, ah, and the other common stumblers. He didn't know how to actually respond to that, nor if he actually wanted to respond. Her curiosity was even more interesting than his own inability to speak at the moment. He scoffed once more. She's a weird one. "These guys were after me, and i got in a tussle with one" he paused, trying to keep it as a half truth, "a huge behemoth guy, perhaps 6-7 feet tall tried to jab me with a kunai." As a medic, he took into the fact that, despite him trying to do a job sealing the wound, she would know that the jab wound would've been done by one bigger than he. "However, i escaped, hid by tricking them, and came here for privacy so that i may tend to this wound...that's when i met you."


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Her inquiries was turning this random coincidence of events and meetings into an actual casual conversation. He honestly doubted someone so innocent could exist, and be interested in him. He didn't exactly stand out. At least in appearances. His eyes held a slight glimmer of having seen and done things he rather not say or reply to, but maybe that was him looking at a disillusioned reflection of what he wanted to see. Perhaps, in reality, his eyes were innocent, kind, attracting, held understanding, and life. Perhaps he was simply being more delusional with such an assumption...just perhaps.

He decided to play along, if it was an act that is. "You can say that. I dabble in a little of everything." He answered. Zaizen held excellent knowledge in all applied sciences, theoretical and more, not simply dabbled, but dipped his brain in anything he could read. Perhaps this was why he held no distinction, or brainy, because he never was that overwhelming smart person who got straight A's, but that person who got a B only because he doesn't do tests well, and yet can still get an A in a verbal quiz or in real applications. He never really let his intelligence or life brim into his casual life, or stuck himself into books so break free from reality or any other distasteful reasons. He was simply there, smart, and being him - a person who just dipped in a little of everything without anyone caring/noticing.

"Yeah, a little of everything." He repeated and reaffirm his words. He took several deep breathes after that. He felt relax, perhaps too relax. He needed to remember the situation he was in. Where he was at, and what was going on. There were ANBU after him. He could be putting her in danger, or more, have an additional enemy beside him. Then she asked him for his name. He looked at her, and that feeling of comfort and relaxation overwhelmed him once more - this girl. He puffed air into his nose, and released it with a huff. A light smile propped itself rightly onto his face once more.

"You can call me..Zaizen." He had no reason to lie to someone who displayed this much kindness and interest, not to mention, it didn't matter if she knew his name, this area is of foreign variety, no way she knew what his name was, and even then, there has to be thousands with the name Zaizen, or hundreds. Eri. A nice name. A nice name befitting a nice girl, rightly dubbed so by her parents. She was indeed blessed by some standards, given her kind and innocent demeanor, but then again, the world is all flowers and petals hidden by blood and tears.

"Why are you here alone, Eri-San?" He decided to make an inquiry of himself. Rather than ask her why she was here, which can be aptly answered by saying: "For a swim." He asked, why was she there alone. He then scoffed and begin to laugh almost immediately after his question. "I can't believe we're at a first name basis so quickly." It was unusually for people to call each other by their first name, and most commonly used by someone of a very close nature. He followed up with, "Perhaps I should call you Eri-Chan instead." A joke upon the relation in usage of honorifics and the first name basis of close relationships.

Then he realized how stupid he was, thinking that it was her first name was an odd assumption, it could very well be her last, and thus make him look stupid, making him laugh even more. A tinge of pain tunneled through his chest, causing him to slow his pace of laughter and sit back.

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He felt as if, intimately, he pursued a venture towards her heart, he would get nothing but a friendly denial. It ran through his mind as he watched her smile, talk, and murmured. His laughter, his sudden friendliness towards her, and everything was simply his way of saying he had a dedicated interest in this woman, enough to stay and chat, enough to put a pause on the mission that defined his status and the perils his life had now been subjected to. Her constant compliments would suggest the same, but he suspected this was an automatic function - kindness - towards others for her.

Her comment on formality made Zaizen smile even more. Not a light smile, but a comfortable clumsy one he gives when he's comfortable with someone, like his mother or father. Eri-Chan. It did have a nice ring to it. The silence filled the moment, and she continued onwards about her reasoning for being there, and when she took the short route of the story, his tone silently detoured from happy to sad. "I guess that would be up to me, huh?" He remarked. He knew he wouldn't ask her, not when he himself wouldn't tell her why he left, or who he left for. It was too personal to share with someone who you just met two seconds before. It would be like telling a stranger that you had an affair, or masturbate everyday or anytime you have free time. Too personal, and none of their business.

Another silence occurred, and a rustle a ways away, something normal humans would not hear was heard by Zaizen. He looked to the left, to the right, and saw nothing. He was reluctant to display his heritage, but he had no choice. He put his index finger on his lips to signal her for utter silence. He heard the rustle once more.

His eyes blazed with its impression, and looked around. They're here! His past was now catching up with him, and he didn't know why. He covered his tracks, no way they have a scent of him, no way. Sensory-Type Shinobi amongst them? No, they would've found him quicker than they had. He must've did something wrong, there was no blood trail...his scent is all over...unless. He looked at the blood drop upon the floor, and it didn't make sense. Unless there...the canine. He most likely smelt blood, the same blood laying down on the ground right now. It was his fault. He pointed towards the water, as he got up himself, and felt his newly healed right chest to be fully functional and not restricting movement upon his arm. Amazing work.

However, they needed to hide, and he didn't possess the chakra for anything long term, and albeit he didn't know how to swim...he knew how to hold his breath for a long time. He motioned towards the lake with his hand and gently slid into the water, not caring about his clothes. "They're here." He informed, albeit late, he had to inform her of his action. Although, she didn't need to go in, he knew this, and he didn't need her to go. If she was caught with him hiding, and they found out, they might as well kill her as well.


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He was completely submerged in water. There was no ripple from him. There was no bubbles. There was only silence, and the natural motions of the lake brought about by the wind. Also, of course, Eri-Chan's hastened attempt to enter with him as well. He was delighted she'd join, albeit it was unnecessary, it made it seemed like his perils was not only of his own but shared with a person who understood. An illusion brought about by delusion. It would suffice to say that despite him being silently happy within his submerged state, he felt guilty for bringing his troubles onto such an innocent soul, mind, heart, or however one would describe Eri-Chan's demeanor towards others. He still could not honestly trust whether Eri-Chan's kindness was a deliberate plot which a devious ends to a means, or an trait that was genuine in every way.

Woah! He got slightly startled by her underwater display of contact. He had held girls hands many a times before, but never underwater, seeing as he didn't know how to swim, simply sink / float. It was an act he couldn't wrap his head around. Was she holding his hands like a little girl in fear, or was she holding his hand for an entirely other reason - romantically. His mind, being a man, wasn't really focused straight. The latter, to him, was an obvious delusion of his own earthly desires, and the former was more likely. She couldn't have been fearless meeting someone who tried to kill him violently with the jab to his chest. He wished he could take a deep breathe at this moment to clear his mind, but he couldn't...he would die if he did.

The three men and their Ninken jumped into view with several leaps into the clearing. They trudged quietly towards the location of the blood sample, and the dog drunk in the smell with his nose, sniffing the air for his location, and going by the river to sniff its edge. At this point, Zaizen was ready for a counterattack. If the dog realized they were underwater, he would have to kill the dog, and lead the others away, leaving Eri-Chan, if possible. He couldn't simply let her be in danger for his own past, his own choices, and it wasn't right. They were fully trained ANBU, and he knew their capabilities, he knew their skills, he was one, and he feared every last one of them. To take on three? Even at full strength. Even with his Sharingan. He stood no chance. He wasted too much chakra as it is already, and he never had good stamina, so this was going to end badly.

He wouldn't let it end.

The dog sniffed more around the edges of the water, and the three ANBU followed near, they begun speaking to the dog, and the dog seemed to reply. He couldn't make out much of their words while under water, but he could hear some: "The scent ends here." One of the ANBU seemed frustrated. The behemoth stood patiently waiting, his hand on the kunai's grip, as if he wanted to finish the deed with the weapon that started it. "He could've covered his tracks once more." There was a moment of silence, and the main ANBU gave quickly paced, hard to discern orders to the others. They then utilized the Shunshin and disappeared in all four directions, one of them running across the lake creating ripples, and the other two rushed into the forests.

They're going to split up, trying to find another trail...then converge back. It's what he would do, so this location wasn't secure any more, but neither was venturing towards any of the four directions. He waited 30 more seconds, holding Eri-Chan's hands a bit tighter, and then slowly emerging from the water, eyes first, then nose, then mouth allowing him to breath. "Are you okay?" He asked.




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