Martial Arts Dojo

*His eyes narrow to the ground*
I'm jealous of your power.
*He lifts his head*
Yes?

I already denied your feelings. But, for your safety. It was selfish to not tell you the exact reason why...

*exhales and lowers the syringe to the ground, turning her gaze to watch Daryan*

But I do want you to know, that I have strong feelings for you. I do not know what love is or anything, but I can make certain that they are strong. In a positive manner.

*laughs once and looks back to the tatami mats, straightening back up*

I felt you should know.

*He closes his eyes*
I hope this is not pity. I don't deserve your kindness. I've wronged you, and could have killed you.

I do not give nor receive pity or sympathy, Daryan.

*looks down to him, and folds arms over chest, giving an irked expression*

I realize that. Were you aware that I would have died?

*He shakes his head*
No, I was not.
*He stands up, maintaining his composure*
But thank you for letting me know what you truly think.

Then you have been long forgiven.

*shakes her head and lowers her arms, taking a step back to give Daryan space*

You are welcome. And jealousy for my strength... is not something to be coveted.

*He nods*
It was a foolish reason...

*gives a blunt nod and closes her eyes*

It was indeed.

*the corner of her mouth lifts up into a faint smirk*

*He closes his eyes and gives Sakurai a hug with a grin*
I have such a forgiving friend!

*stumbles back and eyes widen, caught off guard*

*sweatdrops and stays still, reaching a hand up to unsparingly swat his back*

That is right.

*He laughs a bit, letting go and smiles*
I'm glad you're forgiving. Now it makes me wonder why you come off as intimidating.

It is my nature.

*exhales and turns around, walking to the cabinet and taking out bandaging to wrap it around her palm and arm with the acid hit and ate through*

At least I make that mind of yours tick.

*He rolls his eyes*
Yeah. I admit that.
*He chuckles a bit*

And your jealousy baffles me. Why would you be jealous of my strength?

*takes up an old, bloodied rag and lifts the front of her shirt up to expose her navel, tapping the charred area with the wet cloth*

Almost healed.

*He tilts his head upward*
Because...Your attacks and personality in battle are both astounding. I just swing my sword with a grin formed by bloodlust.

My personality in battle is something I train to keep under control. How about you control your bloodlust? You will become much more level-headed in a battle.

Keep your head tilted up, also.

*lifts her shirt up fully and begins to wrap her entire torso in bandaging, finishing a while later*

*He nods, keeping his head up*
I'm guessing your injuries are still healing?

That is correct.

*rips the gauze and ties it to the initial end diagonally, lowering her shirt back down and breathing out*

*kneels down and feels the gauze squeeze the wound, clenching her teeth and letting a growl out*

Would you like to spar, Daryan?

*puts all the medical equipment in the cabinet and straightens back up, folding arms over chest, and walking over to Daryan*

*He shakes his head*
I apologize. I don't feel like sparring.

*nods once and steps off the mats, slipping her shoes on and picking Tenkei up from the ground*

Daryan, would you betray me?

*He shakes his head*
Of course not. Why do you ask?

No reason really... thank you for your honesty.

*taps toe against the wood and slides the door open*

I am going for a walk, would you like to accompany me?

*He nods*
Also to answer your question. Yes, I suppose.
*He follows along*

*sits in the rafters, eyes closed, one leg folded at the knee, the other hanging down from the rafter*
*holds ankle on the bent knee and exhales quietly, breathing deeply, her breath coming out as clouds in the cold air*

*Walks in and takes off his shoes at the entrance*
Its way warmer in here.
*Glances up and sees Chimitsu*
Whats she doing up there?...Oh well it'll probably be best not to disturb her.
*Walks over to a dummy and starts punching it*