Technological Revenge, and It's Effect... (Saph and Neshimo)

[SaphireTsuki]

"Do you want me to sing for you?" Yes, her tone was almost gentle, no she didn't know why. All she knew was that she wanted him to, eventually, be happy. Since he could be. Besides, that desire, to watch the stars... to live with some form of hope... she shuddered at that thought. Hope. What did she know about hope? It had cost her her family, her home, and nearly her life. No, she wouldn't be interested in hope. But he would be, of course... and she remembered when it had been wonderful. So, she'd give him a hope of a life free from him, let Jamil decide for himself whether to grab it or not.

 

[Neshimo]

"You can do what ever makes you happy. Your singing is nice, though if your not feeling up too it, there is no point." She has a good heart, her minds in the right place, trying too obviously comfort him but, "I don't need too fall in love again..." He developed a feeling for her that really shouldn't be there right now. After all they've been through, and now even confiding in her too tell his past, its more than just a mutual trust for him. "I've gotten closer too you than I should be right now. I trust you fully, so that will be enough for me."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A tiny sigh, he thought he was falling in love with her? "I doubt that, Jamil. I'm not exactly lovable." She was certainly willing to help with his life, and had a large amount of respect for his emotional strength, but she doubted that he felt anything like he thought he did. "Probably you're just surprised that something other than whatever it was you were feeling before you met me could still be felt." She took a deep breath, looking to the sky, and began her song.


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[Neshimo]

"Maybe, I don't know." Listening too her song, soothing him, he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep. Maybe it was just a small puppy love for now, and would subside after he remembered why he's doing this truly. Though for now, his body and mind wants too rest for the first time in 6 years,and he wont pass this chance up now.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire continued to sing until he calmed down, letting her hand smooth out some of the blonde hair. It would be enough, she figured, to watch over this small light. She didn't have to believe in it to protect it... but if someone like Jamil came to live, and rule... she knew she'd never be safe so long as one of his men were in control, but for now... destroy the enemy. Make a potential path for the future... even if she wasn't sure she'd see it.... and yep, there was the cracking of one of her wounds... admittedly it was the one on her cheek, but still... "Darn nanobots." She muttered to herself, feeling her limbs get slightly heavier as it happened. A tired sigh...

 

[Neshimo]

He slept, a normal eight hours, and dreamed of his nightmares again. Of him losing every single one that was important of him. Seeing it, he woke up in a cold sweat quickly, grabbing the knife from his side too protect himself, surely believing he was in danger. Though all there was, was the camp, and he places the knife back in his holster sighing. "Thats why I don't sleep...at least I remember now."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire had fallen asleep next to him, cheek now looking as though it'd never been cut, and laying on the floor, expression dark and painful. It wasn't the kind of look one got from a fear, though, and the slight sound of cracking could be heard from some of her worse wounds... it was the pain and fear of someone knowing their death was closing in ever more... and knew it on an unconscious level.

 

[Neshimo]

"Oh no..." He hears the cracks, looking down at some seeps of blood coming out of the bandages. He can't treat her while she's sleeping, though she's very tired, almost as if I wake her up now, I'll never forgive myself. So too try and comfort her, he gets out his book of fairy tales, and places her head in his lap, and the book on the side of him too read. Holding on her hand, he begins reading a story.[media]



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[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire slowly woke up, wincing as her newly-covered skin stretched, her slowly straightening form reacting to the soft sound by flipping over to face it, rapidly beginning to fall asleep again. The voice, the tone... it was so calming to hear a voice not raised in excitement, fear, or anger... and so she barely touched consciousness before once more dropping into sleep.

 

[Neshimo]

He gives a short pause in the story during her slight movement, he continues after her pause, his hand now going too pet her head softly, as he acts out the character interactions and narrate through out until it finally comes into it's climax. "...and they all lived, happily ever after." A happy ending, as kids loved too hear, he closes the book and continues too softly comfort her body by petting her head and running his fingers through her hair.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

That last line, happily ever after, her face scrunched up in a frown. Happy endings rarely happened, and she'd been taught so enough to hate the very idea. Even in her sleep, unaware of what it was, she'd begun to whimper just a bit. Her hands closed into fists, and her form curled inward, closer to a ball.

 

[Neshimo]

"Shhh, its okie." Soothing those younger than him, an art he'd almost lost the ability too do after all this time. He'd forgotten just what too say, just what too do, how too make those he tried too feel better. With her curling up, he decides too go up against a tree, and places her back on his chest, hugging her. He'd remember this was the way he'd usually tell stories too children, and the best one of the day would sit in his lap.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A soft whimper, this time quieter, less distressed... and the change in her position caused her squirm just a bit, head burning into the warm mass in front of her. The strange position reminded her of something, and unconsciously she muttered "Shingetsu nee-chan..." with little to no sound coming out... only to, but a few minutes later, begin to wake, eyes fluttering and a tiny groan of protest the only hint...

 

[Neshimo]

"Finally, your up." He says releasing his hold on her, though still supporting her so that she doesn't fall. "Your wounds are opening, we need too re treat them." He sends a bottle of water her way as well, seeing as she might need it for all of the shifting she did whilst he was...how did she get next too him anyways? Did she fall asleep next too him, or did she somehow roll over too him. A mystery, yet unimportant right now, bothers him.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She frowned slightly, but let him go about cleaning her wounds, once more taking her shirt off, revealing that at least three of the worst ones had healed. The skin where the shell had been was pink and raw, as though it had been made in a rush, and resembled scar tissue almost... though it was only a slightly different color. There were still a few open wounds, the blood coming from them thick and shiny. She braced herself for questions about it... and having to explain the nature of those experiments.

 

[Neshimo]

"Thats...odd. Looks infected, and..." He has the biggest urge too touch the pink skin, this is unnatural. As if someone else made it, and her white blood cells we're cast aside for a newer form of healing. Though he does his best too ignore it, focusing on only her bloody wounds, treating them accordingly, and re applying the bandages. "Alright, you're treated now, try too be a bit more careful about your body from now on." He leaves that pink flesh too his imagination for now, not wanting too pry at all into it as it might be genetic or just something out of the ordinary. Either way, as a male too a female, he wont ask anything.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

"Not infected, no." She wouldn't elaborate if he didn't ask. It would only be a matter of time, anyway. She stretched, letting the tight-skin loosen, and put the kimono back in place, not meeting his gaze. "Besides, it'll all be gone by tomorrow." The new iron was causing the nanomachines to move in overdrive, hyper-active and not just making her healing slightly-fast, but overly-amazing. A twist of a smile, more grimace than such, "I hardly have to worry about anything like this." As long as she kept her levels high she'd remain young for nearly a hundred years, one of them had said.

 

[Neshimo]

"If you say so..." A weird saying, though again, he doesn't want too pry. He history is interesting, very interesting too him, but he doesn't feel the need to ask anything unless it jeopardizes our missions in any way. He goes over too get the camp repacked, too begin their next mission. He looks at his PDA only too find there isn't anything about them working together on this. In fact, it strongly suggest that she go in for this instead of him. Looking weirdly, he looks at the details of the mission.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire nodded. Pain was... well, pain was pain. The wounds would heal, over time, and far faster than anyone else, but she stood up and walked over to Jamil again. "What's our next mission?" If it was something she could handle... well, that was a good thing, as she was going to need plenty of exercise to get her back flexible again. And Jamil seemed worried about something, so she walked over to him... "Something wrong? You seem tense."

 

[Neshimo]

"Just...wondering something." With that, he makes up a lie on the spot. "Our next mission, can be done solo, they said it's fine if the sniper goes alone while you head up too camp and scout ahead sending me information, unless you wanna be near me. Where ever you feel useful." With that he puts up his PDA quickly, strangely as he'd usually pass it too her so she could come too terms with it as well. It was clearly meant too make her go, but why so adamant about it? Becoming curious about this matter instead, he decides too stick with this.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire rose one eyebrow, what was that with the PDA? But nodded... "I'll join you. We don't want things to go wrong." Like they had the last time. She helped him pack up the rest of camp, ready to move right away, hair in a low bow.She liked that ribbon, it was being very useful for keeping her hair out of the way. "So, where do we go and what are we after?" She ignored the twitch of her skin being stretched over empty muscle, her back was starting to itch a bit too much for comfort, but nothing would relieve it.

 

[Neshimo]

He gives a fake smile towards it. He did want her too too not come, though that'd be too suspicious. So he accepts it and heads off toward their next destination, another base camp. Apparently, newly appointed soldiers will be having an execution of traitors near here, and we are too disturb it by killing the executioner, and save those who are captured. It'd be simple too do, as most would run, as long as he kept a distance and shot down all who stood in his way. His curiosity would not be satisfied any other way.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire didn't see the smile, but walked alongside him, thinking about the mission. Well, whatever it was... killing or saving, she'd do it. Whatever the mission she just had to move on, ending enemies and saving him. A tiny smirk, she grabbed the half of their pack that was hers, keeping the meat in her pack and ready to move right away. "Let's move out, then. I got your back, Jamil." A twist of her hand, she could throw the senbon relatively easily, luckily her hand hadn't been injured.

 

[Neshimo]

"I'm glad." Simple and too the point, this will be their halfway mark of the missions too lead through too the capital for the revolution too charge straight through. They haven't failed now, so with so much resolve already, there couldn't be anything too shake him he thought. So he pressed on with Saphire. She's had his back for so long, so he needs too show her he can handle himself at times as well. Not as much as she, but still long enough too make it here with her, and hopefully too find out just if the feeling for her last night was just a fluke.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A smirk, not quite a smile yet, but close. She was getting close to where they could plan for his downfall... where she could avenge the deaths of Mangetsu and Shi- the hack? My head... why does my head hurt? One hand reached for said head, shaking it as she struggled to figure out what the cause was, but... it felt like there was a block in her head, some kind of wall preventing her from remembering something important, but... She didn't have time for this, and so with an aggravated shout she just said "Forget it! I'll worry about it later!" It felt like she'd said that before, but... no, now was not the time for that.